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

The magician spoke for a long time, but she didn't understand a word he said. But in the end, the man kept her. The man said his name was Menechel, and she carefully memorized the name of her future family.

Menechel only taught her swordsmanship at first. He taught her swordsmanship even though he himself used a gun. She couldn't understand why he taught her swordsmanship, but she enjoyed the feeling of being restrained and disciplined. It made her know that she was not alone. But other than that, there was no other communication between her and her teacher.

She deliberately acted too naughty, exerting 120% of her usual vitality, trying to dilute the dead air in the other person with herself. She noticed that the teacher always corrected her when addressing him, so she deliberately called the teacher by his name to induce the man to communicate with her more, and this became the most and initial communication between her and Menachel.

Thanks to her efforts, Menechel started to talk more and the communication between them became more frequent. In addition to teaching her swordsmanship, he would also keep her by his side. She gradually began to have the breath of a living person, but she could see that her teacher, Menechel, seemed very tired.

She tried her best to do her best, hoping to relieve the teacher's fatigue.

She is so outstanding that her teacher can proudly introduce her at every meeting: "This is my student, a very outstanding student."

Then someone would jokingly say: "Then you can just step down and take a rest."

At this time, he always shook his head: "It is too early for her to take over my position. I must now guard the rear for the king."

——King, is it because of that king that you are so exhausted?

She did not resent the king for making her teacher tired. She always heard about the king's deeds from her teacher. In her opinion, the Knight King was a knight as great as Menechel.

So she just wanted to grow up quickly, get recognition from the teacher, take over his position and continue fighting for the king, so that the tired teacher can have a good rest.

She told the teacher her wish, but the teacher just smiled and said: "When you can hold my shawl, you can sit here instead of me."

As long as you work hard, it will happen sooner or later.

——But her plan was shattered by fate.

The teacher died because King Arthur betrayed her. The strongest knight who dedicated his life to King Arthur was ambushed and killed by the king when he came to rescue him, and was falsely accused of being a traitor. The teacher's life was denied, and all that was left for her was the last letter that the teacher wrote to the king, which Morgan brought.

After reading the contents of the letter, she planned a subsequent rebellion - just a taste of the anger and despair of being betrayed by your loved ones!

Her rebellion was successful, and the huge empire fell apart, but her revenge failed. She could not see anger on King Arthur's face. She threw her teacher's letter in King Arthur's face, and finally she saw a trace of hidden sadness through that distorted face.

She could die peacefully, but she could never feel at ease - after all, she failed to grab her teacher's shawl.

……

There was a brief darkness before my eyes.

But soon Mordred recovered, and she stood up, breathing heavily.

"You haven't left yet?"

Menechel was a little surprised that his all-strength sword attack just now failed to completely destroy Mordred. He thought that his disciple was a little too stubborn.

"But, you should also be aware of the gap between your strength and mine, right? Mordred, get out of the way."

His shawl fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound. Although Menechel said this, he moved closer to Mordred step by step, looking for the most appropriate time to attack.

Staring at the shawl, Mordred smiled wildly, making people forget her current embarrassment for a moment.

"I'm sorry, but for the sake of my Master's safety I can't surrender - and how can I know if I don't try!"

As the last word fell, Mordred's figure instantly disappeared from the spot, and when he appeared again, the two heavy swords had already collided with each other.

Red and red blended together without any skill. This was a pure battle of brute force. The result was obvious. Mordred looked at Menechel, who did not move, expressionlessly. Strands of electric current composed of magic power gradually spread from her body.

With the added power of magic, she put both hands on the hilt of the sword, and slowly bent the blade that was tilted towards her face.

The sword tip began to tilt a little bit, and finally when it reached the center, it could no longer move. Mordred raised his eyes provocatively, and his holy green pupils reflected the devil-like head armor.

Menechel was a little surprised, but not panicked. He slightly tilted his arm, and the swords crossed each other with sparks. Mordred, who suddenly lost all his strength, swayed and leaned forward uncontrollably. While the opponent had not yet adjusted his body, Menechel threw a fist wrapped in magic at the opponent's lower abdomen.

A punch wrapped in thunder instantly broke through the armor protecting Mordred, and the broken fragments pierced into the girl's flesh, but Mordred ignored the attack. She stared at Menechel with bloodshot eyes and a strong smell of blood in her mouth.

——So strong!

Even Menachere in this state was someone she couldn't defeat through conventional means.

But so what?

The fierce light became brighter, and the magic power accumulated on the magic sword roared like a roaring beast, and a slight chant came out of Mordred's mouth.

Noble Phantasm! At least use the Noble Phantasm!

Facing the fist, Mordred took half a step forward despite the magic power exploding in her abdomen. Taking advantage of the forward momentum, Mordred exerted force with both hands and swung the sword desperately towards the front, at the majestic figure that was pressing down like a peak. The exploding magic power instantly activated the red thunder wrapped around Mordred's sword.

A red beam of magic light gushed out and instantly engulfed half of Menechel's head, while the magic power that Menechel had previously wrapped in his fist suddenly dissipated, leaving only the pure fist hitting Mordred's abdomen. Although the force was sufficient, it still failed to shake Mordred's body at all.

The beam of light dissipated, and Menechel, who had suffered a severe blow, swayed uncontrollably and took several steps back. Large pieces of armor stained with blood fell from his body.

The black and red electric current on his body was extinguished instantly. Half of his armor was stained with burnt black. Menechel covered his injured face with his hands, and blood dripped from his fingers onto the ground.

The armor and blood mixed together and finally fell to the ground. The charred armor and the completely burned shawl slowly disappeared, leaving only Menechel's body full of holes.

——Durability B is still a bit of a stretch after all.

Even though he entered an immortal charging state at the last moment, he was still fatally wounded in an instant.

"It's a pity that you've grown a lot by forcing me into this, Mordred." Menechel slowly raised his head and looked at Mordred who was standing there motionless, and raised the sword in his hand: "It's a pity that I still won."

His oppressive force restricted his movements, and even his strongest will could not launch any counterattack this time.

Mordred did not answer, she just stood there swinging her sword. But the dragon sword suddenly stopped before it fell, and Menechel slowly opened his narrowed eyes, and he finally saw the spirit particles escaping from Mordred's body into the sky.

Added Mordred's voice to Menechel: Although my rebellion was because of him, there is no need to tell him this. I didn't do this to get his feedback anyway. I just felt that it was what I should do. I wanted to prove to him that I can now touch his cape.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 185: It is only natural that the Noble Phantasm of an assassin who knows a thing or two about magic is the Hanging Garden

It was just an ordinary two-legged flying dragon, but for the black side at that moment, it was an enemy that everyone needed to be on guard against.

The plane quickly rose up in an attempt to avoid the dragon's pursuit, but the dragon flapped its wings and instantly approached the plane. However, a figure had already been lying on the wing. When the dragon's head appeared, he let go of his hands that were holding on to the fuselage and moved his body to the top of the dragon's head.

The person who came was Avril, the only Black Assassin who did not join the battle. As the last line of defense of Yugdomireya, she had been guarding against the Red Assassin who never showed up.

Drawing the rapier from her waist, Avril unceremoniously thrust the tip of the sword into the eyes of the wyvern. Broken pieces of flesh flew out from the sword along with spurting blood. The wyvern, which was hit hard, began to flap its wings wildly, and its body spun around as it fell from mid-air. Avril did not dare to relax at all. She held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands and fixed her whole body to the face of the wyvern to prevent herself from being thrown out.

She noticed the approaching plane out of the corner of her eye, and Avril immediately understood Gold's intention. The plane and the wyvern fell to the ground together. The wyvern's body fell to the ground, and the plane rose up again in the scattered smoke, away from the center of the battlefield.

Amid a burst of blue light particles, Avril reappeared on the wing. She gently shook off the blood on the blade and looked ahead with a frown.

She was forced out first.

As an Assassin, Avril certainly knew what this meant in a duel between assassins.

She did not choose to hide again, as that would be meaningless to Assassin. She looked around vigilantly, keeping an eye out for sneak attacks that could occur at any time.

But the next moment, ripples began to spread around the quietly moving plane, layer after layer. The originally dim night sky seemed to be dyed with a layer of dark purple. The dark-colored patterns were hidden under the night sky and were difficult to observe with the naked eye.

Avril's pupils shrank, and she subconsciously shouted: "Raise it!"

Gold, who was in the cockpit, subconsciously obeyed Avril's orders due to the temperament he had developed from leading troops in battles for many years. The plane rose up again, and several chains emitting black and purple magic power immediately sprang out from the ripples below and bit the exhaust of the plane tightly.

Seeing the chains getting closer, Avril didn't have time to think. She blocked the chains behind her with her two swords, but when she looked up, she saw the tips of the chains appearing above, to the sides, and even directly below the plane.

At this moment, a shuddering feeling jumped from Avril's toes all the way up to her forehead, and she suddenly realized one thing - the territory of this mobile fortress might not only include the ground.

Sky Garden

Although it has been confirmed to be Red Assassin's Noble Phantasm, it has never been taken seriously because it is the Assassin with the weakest frontal combat ability. Its evaluation is nothing more than a movable castle in the sky.

"Come to think of it, the wyvern just now also appeared out of nowhere."

Avril suddenly remembered the wyvern. She had thought that its dark shell made it hide too well in the darkness, but now she thought it was most likely summoned by Assassin.

——So, could Assassin please stop doing all those fancy things and just be a good assassin?

Avril used her sword to cut off the chains that were swarming towards her, but the increasingly dense chains gradually made Avril overwhelmed.

At a certain moment, the sword in Avril's hand was entangled by the chain that broke out from the side. Taking advantage of this fleeting opportunity, the spikes around Avril all wrapped around the girl's body.

Avril let go of the hilt of the sword and her body entered a spiritual state at the same time. The scattered light spots passed through the airtight chain array and sank straight into the cockpit of the plane. The chains that had lost their target uniformly wrapped around the fuselage and wings of the plane again, slowly shrinking inwards.

Accompanied by a burst of fire, Yogdomirea's vehicle exploded in mid-air, and the fire and smoke quickly spread to the outside, and under the attack of the heat wave, a black shadow quickly jumped out and fell to the ground.

Accompanied by a crisp cracking sound, a disheveled figure rolled out in the smoke and dust.

Avril held Gold and Fiore in each hand and rolled on the ground for several times before she recovered from the force of the fall. The huge hole where she fell was filled with debris.

The moment he landed, he used his round shield to block the fatal impact and successfully saved the two masters, but Avril did not relax her vigilance.

After putting Fiore and Gold down, Avril stood up. She raised her right hand, and the fragments in the pit floated in the air as if pulled by an invisible force. The fragments reassembled into a broad red and white sword. The seemingly extremely heavy sword was easily held by Avril in one hand.

In the direction where she was looking, a charming woman in a black dress appeared from nothingness. The teasing smile on her face perfectly matched the world's imagination of a vicious queen. The last time Avril saw such a suitable candidate was when she met Morgan.

However, the Assassin in front of him, who had a similar temperament to Morgan, was observing Avril with interest.

"That's Black Saber's sword, right? Let me see, you are Avril, right?"

Although it was a question, the confident smile on Red Assassin's face made it impossible to doubt it.

Avril also did not deny that she had released her Noble Phantasm in front of Red Lancer.

As if he thought he had won, Red Assassin saw that Avril did not speak but instead turned her attention to the two people behind him. Red Assassin sneered softly, "Don't try to use the Command Seals. Black Saber has been restrained by Red Rider. It is impossible to break free before one of them dies."

This was not the lineup for the initial battle, and the fate of Red Saber and Black Archer was self-evident.

Fiore's face immediately darkened at Red Assassin's words. Although her connection with Black Archer had become extremely weak since the beginning, she originally thought that it was just interference from the Sky Courtyard.

And Gold, perhaps because he sensed something, also turned pale.

Taking in everyone's performance, Avril pursed her lips and a circle of blue magic aura spread out from her body to the surroundings. The girl silently raised the dragon sword in her hand towards the red Assassin.

"Don't you realize the current situation?"

Red Assassin covered her mouth with one hand and raised the other hand in the air. A gap quickly appeared above her head, and the next moment a hideous six-eyed dragon head poked out from the hole.

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Chapter 186 Crush this bastard

He wiped the blood off his face casually, but the hole that was still bleeding made the blood on his face even more messy.

He underestimated Mordred's awareness.

Thinking of this, Menechel drew out the sword at his feet and looked towards Ruler, following the traces of the battle.

Clang——!

The sound of metal hitting the floor was heard, drawing Menechel's attention back to the distance, where he saw Achilles walking towards him. Unlike the dashing man he was when they first met, Black Rider's face was covered in bruises and purples at this moment, but it did not affect his normal movements.

When Achilles saw Menechal, the corners of his mouth immediately raised, but because of the pain caused by his wound, his smile turned into gnashing of teeth.

"Ha, I knew that little girl Red Saber would definitely not be your opponent." Achilles walked close to Menechel, but he was soon dazed by Menechel's miserable condition. At this time, Menechel's armor had become charred black, and his face, body and even hands were stained with blood. The most terrifying thing was that his left eye had become a bloody mess.

"I didn't expect you to be forced into this state of embarrassment by Red Saber. I was worried that I wouldn't finish it fast enough. It seems I was overthinking."

Achilles' words were as infuriating as ever.

"I was forced into this miserable state by my own disciple. If she had the support of the Command Spell at that time, it might not be me standing here confronting you." Menechelle smiled provocatively at Achilles, "That is exactly the disciple I am proud of."

Achilles frowned in confusion. He was surprised that Menechal was rarely angry at this moment, and he was even more surprised at the current state of his old rival.

"Compared to the last two times we met, Black Saber seems... much calmer now?"

Such a strange thought popped up in his mind, but Achilles quickly dismissed this insignificant matter. All he wanted at this moment was fighting.

"To be honest, I don't want to fight you." Achilles suddenly put down his spear and stuck it into the soil at his feet. "I hate being forced to fight."

"If you don't want to fight, back off."

Achilles did not move an inch. He flexed his wrists and showed an eager expression on his face. He continued, "Even so, I have a reason to stand here. My Master is still in the hands of that bastard Amakusa Shiro."

Achilles' words immediately reminded Menechel of Mordred, and he understood something in his heart. Perhaps this was also the reason why Mordred fought with him.

"As you can see, now if you want to get through, the only way is to defeat me. But Saber on the black side, you seem to lack that ability."

Listening to Achilles' words, Menechel narrowed his eyes slightly, covered his face with his hands, and a new head armor gradually appeared in the palm of his hand.

"I know, I know. I heard from Amakusa Shiro that you have an attack method that can kill me completely, but I will die after using it. Is that right?" Achilles waved his hand and added: "But I hate this kind of hard job of being used as a shield. It's better to leave your sword to someone who needs it more."

Starting from Achilles' javelin, a layer of dark green magic light quickly spread to the surroundings, and the unfolded barrier surrounded the two people in the center of the battlefield. While completely covering the two people, the originally dim sky was instantly dyed with a fantastic green color.

"this--"

Menechel couldn't help but hesitate as he looked at this strange scene.

"Well, not bad, isn't it? This barrier was created to fight the enemy in a fair one-on-one battle."

Achilles clapped his fists and smiled fearlessly: