The Undying Death Knight failed to achieve the ending of the Heroic Spirit

With his nose twitching slightly, Minashel slowly raised his head, his pupils slightly dilated. He stared at the aerial fortress floating quietly in the sky with a bloodthirsty smile.

——Found it, Red Rider!

He took a step forward, and the blood color shone brightly again.

"In the name of the Command Seal, stop! Saber!"

Red magic power emerged from the soul core and turned into chains to block Menechel's next move, and the blood mist on the surface of the body was forced down.

Minai's words to Shakespeare were more like threats, used to vent his emotions. After all, he knew that a servant would not leave a body after death, and he would not really give up his wish just to torture Shakespeare. Moreover, Shakespeare's physique could not withstand Minai's sword.

PS: This is to make up for yesterday's daily update

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Chapter 171 Behind the Scenes

Gold was eating noodles.

He was just an ordinary alchemist. In fact, his combat effectiveness on the battlefield was not even as good as that of the androids he created. Moreover, as the master, what he should do was to command Saber.

With the help of the patrol puppets scattered around Yugdomireya by Black Caster, Gold can watch Saber's battle in the room.

Sadly, Saber didn't need to be commanded.

In the image projected by the puppet, Menechel chopped down Red Lancer, then Red Rider, and finally killed Red Caster who came to mediate. At this time, red blood was steaming from his body and his eyes were fixed on the fortress in the sky.

The red eyes and the twisted, fanatical smile on his face made Gold feel frightened.

"Saber looks a little strange."

Such thoughts arose in Gold's mind, and quickly planted the seeds of gloom. He tried to call Saber in the causal line, but the feedback was only dense noises full of meaningless screams.

The ominous premonition became stronger and stronger, and the door was pushed open at this moment.

As soon as Gold stopped chewing his noodles, he turned his head and looked outside the door.

"Gold, stop Saber now!"

Danic's voice sounded, and he quickly walked into the house and grabbed Gold's hand holding the Command Seal.

Gold, who had already sensed that things were going in a bad direction, immediately made up his mind after hearing Danic's angry rebuke. The Command Spell was instantly activated, turning into a ball of abundant magic power.

"In the name of the Command Seal, stop! Saber!"

The magic ball disappeared in an instant, and at the same time, the first stroke of the Command Seal on the back of Gold's hand also dimmed. Almost as soon as the words fell, the black Saber on the other side, who was originally filled with rich blood energy, seemed to be bound by some invisible chains. He was seen bending down little by little, and the blood energy steaming from his body became visibly thinner.

Danic shook off Gold's hand, his face darkened, and his eyes glanced back and forth between Gold and the red Saber who slowly sat down on the ground in the projection. A one-eyed puppet climbed up his shoulders along his feet and attached itself to his ears, from which came Roger's voice:

"Uncle Danic, the abnormal extraction of magic power has disappeared, but... nearly one-sixth of the reserves have been lost."

Danic's pupils shrank slightly. The 300 perfectly configured android batteries that replaced the Master in the air-raid shelter were one of the most important trump cards of Yugdomireya, and now almost one-sixth of them were destroyed because of Saber's sword.

Fortunately, it was stopped in time, otherwise any further delay would have led to the annihilation of the entire army.

Danic thought about it and couldn't help but glare at Gold. Some anger appeared in his voice that was difficult to suppress: "Take care of your Servant and don't let him go crazy again."

After a pause, before leaving, Danic glanced at the screen again. Saber on the screen perfectly followed the instructions of the Command Spell, with her head lowered like a red knight who had lost her vitality. He suppressed the anger in his heart, took a deep breath, and said to Danic, who was also lowering his head and looking lost, "Forget it, call Saber back. He is no longer needed in the melee tonight."

Having already successfully killed the enemy Caster, there was no need to risk putting Saber in this state in danger.

After saying this, Danik no longer paid attention to Gold's reaction, leaving the fat uncle alone hesitating.

He came to his senses belatedly - did the Command Spell he had just cast violate the agreement between him and Saber?

……

In the sky fortress, Amakusa Shiro watched the Black Saber gradually disappearing from the screen. Although he had been prepared, he still felt a little regretful. He sighed imperceptibly.

"Command Seal... Has anyone on the Black Side reacted? Is it Danic?"

All he could think of was the head of the Eugedomirea clan, who was also a participant in the last Holy Grail War. However, in his impression, Danic did not seem to have any intersection with the Saber group in the Third Holy Grail War.

"Ouch, Master, your plan seems to have failed."

The charming black-haired woman walked out from the shadows, walked behind the white-haired priest, and wrapped her arms around Amakusa Shiro's head, gently resting his head on her chest. She asked her Master with great interest: "You seem to be very afraid of Saber on the black side, and would rather sacrifice Caster to keep him."

"After all, once you fight him head-on once, you won't even think about running into him again." Amakusa Shiro showed a distressed smile, and he gently broke free from his Servant's restraints: "It would be even better if we could just use one Caster to replace him."

When Amakusa Shiro learned the real name of Black Saber, he had already started to make plans.

From letting Achilles induce Black Saber to leave the main battlefield to Shakespeare's forced intervention, everything went according to Amakusa Shiro's original plan. The only change was probably that Menachere acted too decisively, leaving Amakusa Shiro without even the time to use the Command Seal Caster to recall the Aerial Fortress, and the Black Master used the Command Seal too decisively.

"You were able to survive that monster, Master. I can't see through you any more."

She witnessed the whole process of the wonderful expression on Amakusa Shiro's face when he saw Black Saber's exaggerated attribute panel. Naturally, Assassin would not forget to ridicule Amakusa Shiro at all costs.

But Amakusa Shiro shook his head seriously as if he couldn't hear the deeper meaning in his words and said, "It's not that I survived him, but that he didn't have time to kill me."

"But even if Saber really rushed to the aerial fortress, even a saint would be helpless against such a monster." Assassin raised a new question. A vigilant light flashed in her eyes. She paused before continuing: "You are not pinning your hopes on the dragon fang soldiers I have stored, are you?"

Amakusa Shiro was not ashamed or annoyed by the sarcasm of his servants. His research on his old rival even surpassed his research on Assassin.

"That's enough. Black Saber in that state can only swing three swords... Now it should be two swords. As long as he can't help swinging even one sword against the Dragon Fang Soldier, it will be our victory."

The fake smile on Assassin's face disappeared, and she looked at her Master: "Master, you should know that if I die, your plan will fail as well."

If Amakusa Shiro could sacrifice one of his allies, Caster, to achieve victory, he could certainly sacrifice her as well, and Assassin didn't want to go up against that kind of beast.

"Of course, when the time comes, I will use the Command Seal to transfer Black Saber's third sword to Atalanta to block it. After losing Saber, Black will be defeated quickly." Amakusa Shiro gently dispelled Assassin's concerns. He took Assassin's hand and said, "It's no use saying this now."

"However...even if you use the Command Seal, you will still be damaged...the current Black Saber can ignore it for now."

He raised his head, his eyes shining with sincerity, "Assassin, follow the original plan and take back the Greater Holy Grail."

Thanks to Queen Wu Yan for the reward

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Chapter 172: Confess and Be Strict

The body felt limp and powerless as if it was falling apart.

Menechel tried to move his fingers, and instantly his body returned to its solid state as if a thin film had been pierced.

The view became clear again, and Menechel looked around in confusion, but was surprised to find that he had returned to Gold's room.

——He’s not dead?

The sound of knocking on the table drew Minechel's attention back, and Goldra's face was full of anger.

"Gold, long time no see." Minesher smiled at Gold, without any guilty look on his face. He paused for a moment and then asked in confusion, as if he suddenly remembered something: "Is Red Caster dead?"

Gold didn't say anything but just stared at Minechel. Minechel raised his eyebrows without any avoidance in his eyes.

Finally, Gold was forced to blink because of the dryness of his eyes. His momentum collapsed instantly. He said unhappily, "He's dead. You can't even remember the one you killed?"

"Well, after all, Caster on the red side is too weak. I can't remember an opponent who has no special features at all."

Seeing that Menechelle was still indifferent, Gold could no longer sit still. He slammed his hands on the table and stood up, glaring at the slightly stunned man in front of him.

"Do you think I won't know if you pretend nothing happened? Why did your durability suddenly drop?" Gold said as he showed the Command Seal on the back of his hand. The three originally bright stigmata had dimmed by one.

Gold, whose heart was struck by inexplicable anger, forgot the uneasiness caused by his use of the Command Spell. He showed his credentials as a Master and angrily rebuked the Servant who intended to conceal his secrets: "I am your Master, a member who fights with you. I should know your information and formulate tactics based on it."

Ever since recalling Menechel, Gold has been anxiously observing the condition of his servant. At first, the panel showing all Ex except Luck frightened Gold, but as time went on, the data on the panel slowly decreased. Gold was not disappointed - that should be the effect of a skill or a certain Noble Phantasm, and it was not realistic to maintain it for a long time. But until Menechel regained his physical form just now, the opponent's original Ex-level durability was actually reduced to A-level.

This is why Gold was so impatient, he was worried that Menechal would be dragged down by this in the end.

Facing Gold's questioning, the smile on Menechel's face gradually disappeared. He looked at Gold expressionlessly, and his aura became dull. The evil spirit accumulated from years of fighting turned into a wave that hit Gold's heart.

"Fighting and such are my business, you don't have to worry about it."

He spoke, but his voice was distorted and without any emotion. Feeling the indifference in the other party's words, Gold was obviously a little stunned.

He could not connect the posture of Menechel in front of him with the rogue who had asked him for money last night for fun, but the image of this man filled with murderous intent seemed to be more in line with the legendary "First Knight".

"But, we have to find out anyway."

This thought suddenly emerged in his mind. Perhaps it was because his standing position gave Gold a slight psychological advantage. He could already feel his teeth chattering, but he suppressed his palpitations and said, "I remember you said that you would answer three of my questions for free in exchange for my right not to use the Three-Stroke Command Spell, but I used one stroke. Now I have one last question left, and I'm going to ask this!"

As soon as he said this, Gold felt ashamed and wanted to bang his head against the wall until he passed out - he couldn't even believe that he would say such an idiotic thing.

His face flushed red, but he looked up stubbornly and stared at the opposite side. As expected, he saw Menachel looking back at him with a look that said, "Is this guy an idiot?"

"You really want to know?"

But the other party finally gave in.

"I can't let you fight alone while I stand behind you and watch you doing nothing." Gold's voice was loud, trying to hide his embarrassment. After a pause, he said his bottom line: "At least let me know why your durability has been reduced."

Menachere stretched out his tone, and Gold seemed to catch a fleeting slight arc at the corner of his mouth. The smile was very faint, but Gold was sure that he was not mistaken, because the next moment all the momentum of the other party disappeared just as it appeared.

"I can't even scare you. This trick was actually quite effective on you when I first summoned me."

—Asshole, that scary expression just now was just a threat?

Without giving Gold a chance to complain, Minechel spoke up, "It's just a side effect. As you can see, such a powerful force can't be without any cost. Every time I swing the sword, my durability will decrease a little."

As he spoke, Menachel laid on the sofa with his hands on his head. "Well, [As the number of battles increased, Menachel became weaker and weaker, and finally died in the battle], isn't this my life?"

He then raised two fingers to Goldberg and said, "I have two swords left. If I use them up, I will die."

Gold listened, but fell silent unconsciously, as he recalled what he had seen last night about Menechel's past.

"Can it be restored using the Command Spell?"

he asked suddenly.

Minesher shook his head. His tone was carefree. In contrast, Gold seemed to be the one in trouble. He patted Gold's shoulder comfortingly and pushed him back into his seat. "This bastard thing is quite restored. Just like my weakness in life could not be stopped, this thing is also irreversible."

"Then you can only use one sword at most in the next battle."

Menechel looked at Gold in astonishment. Gold felt a little uncomfortable with Menechel's gaze and hesitantly explained, "You said you would lead me to victory. Since we have won, we should share the Holy Grail together. If I am the only one who got the Holy Grail, I would think it was your charity, which is disgusting... Yes! Disgusting!"

Gold repeated the words he had just thought of, and seemed to have convinced himself, his eyes became firm.

Menechel looked at Gold like this, and after a brief moment of stunnedness, he laughed happily. He patted Gold's shoulder, making the fat uncle grimaced in pain.

It took a long time for his laughter to subside, and his voice seemed to be a little lighter:

"Gold, you are more interesting than I thought."

At the end, Menechel pointed at the back of Gold's hand and said, "You saved my life with that Command Seal, so I let you use it. You have one more chance to ask me questions. In addition, according to the agreement, if you find that I am trying to use the third sword, you have the right to stop me with the Command Seal at any time."

Gold looked at him in astonishment, and Menechel raised his lips:

"Together we will capture the Holy Grail."

Gold bit his lip, his nose felt sore, but before he could say anything the ground suddenly began to shake violently.

Happy Little New Year

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Chapter 173 There is a conscience, but not much

The vibration lasted for about tens of seconds before gradually subsiding.

Only when everything calmed down did Menechel release Gold from his arms.

The originally neatly-kept room layout had been shaken to pieces, and the night wind coming in through the broken windows brought with it a smell of dust.

Gold's face looked grim. Although he was protected from being hit by falling dust and heavy objects by Menechel, the turbulent flow of magic power just now still seriously blocked the operation of his magic circuits.

Of course he could sense that level of magical turbulence, but he was not in a completely safe state at the moment.

Unlike Gold who could only tremble just now, Menechel witnessed the entire process of the shaking clearly.

The spiraling magic flow swept the golden monster upwards, and then Caster and Archer were seen being sucked into the aerial fortress along with the rubble.

A sense of disobedience that had been ignored by Menechel all along suddenly flashed through his mind - that was obviously not Rider's Noble Phantasm, so which Servant on the Red Team was the one who built that aerial fortress?

"Gold, I did kill Red Caster, right?" Minesher suddenly turned to Gold, his expression serious: "Did you see the whole process of Red Caster's exit with your own eyes?"

Gold was stumped by Minechel's question. He frowned and carefully recalled the scene at that time. He only saw the black ashes all over the ground when the red Caster was shattered, and he was not sure whether it was a kind of magic of Caster.

Gold's voice then became uncertain: "I only saw Caster being chopped into ash by your sword. I'm not sure if that was Caster's magic."

"Uncle Gold!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gold's door was pushed open. Colles pushed the door open and saw Menechel standing next to Gold. His expression obviously relaxed.