"… is this the barrier you put up"
From behind the woods, the blackened ones appear as if seeping out the darkness.
How many... thirty to forty?
From there, one blackened man releases his words to Nell, whether he is the commander of the unit or not.
"That's right. This is a tie I really put up, so it won't break a bit. If you want to go through, you better take me down."
"Hum, you're right - do it"
Just untouched, yes, as the commander muttered, the blackened moved out in unison - but it was Nell who pushed into the enemy group first.
"Shh -!!"
Blink the holy sword with the temper of tearing.
Shortly after the cutting edge of the sword slashes and rips the enemy in front of him, and confirms the outcome of that attack, Nell further activates her unique skill on the spot, "Joon Foot," and plunges into the enemy commander at once, waving the sword.
"Chi......!
but one of those machetes of bullet-like momentum, poking at the enemy commander's torso shallowly, unfortunately does not lead to fatal injuries, and is evaded critically.
There, an interception arrow that flies instantly.
"Wear my enemy!" Seiklid Arrow "!!
Nell shoots it in agile motion as he chants, releasing the dozens of arrows of light that emerged towards the opponent who came all in return.
A moment late, the sound of a few falling.
And in the meantime, another blackened bunch of people take out their own weapons of great secrecy, such as daggers and knives, from their nostalgia, and strike Nell at the same time.
"Hide it! 'Hidden Boundaries'!!
She sees the appearance of an enemy approaching herself, or no, and creates a circular junction around her that is darker than the darkness of night, concealing herself from the enemy.
Not long after hesitation, the blackeners launched their weapons toward the darkness... but there was no sense in their weapons that they were supposed to return.
"Ha!!
She was defeating herself so low that she fell to the ground at the same time as putting up the dark junction, hanging the torso of the surrounding blackheads and spinning the holy sword with a grunt.
It comes from the sword, the feeling of turning off the meat.
Blood splash on cheeks.
As it was, she jumped out into the dark junction without giving the falling blackheads a glimpse, activated her unique skill, "Joon Foot," and burst into momentum as if it were going to explode into the enemy commander.
Her aim is this man.
If we find a glimmer of hope in this desperate difference in power, we have no choice but to defeat this man, the commander of the enemy forces, and confuse the commanders of the blackened.
Enemy commander against Nell for coming under such thoughts, but the second handsome foot seems to have been well alerted, this time with a pulled out dagger without being slashed anywhere.
Nell reacts to his crisis detection skills at that moment, even as he takes a step further and tries to set up a chase.
"Huh...!
Follow the information conveyed by your skills and avoid the smaller arrows that flew from behind you with a twisted neck.
However, it is not possible to avoid the dagger's spear released from the enemy commander in front of him in line with the attack, and he is shallow and torn around his shoulder.
"Ouch!!
A chilling glimpse at the edge of Nell's sight as he quickly jumps away and takes a distance was the appearance of one of the blackened men, who should have slashed away earlier, spilling a large amount of blood on the ground at a glance that he could tell was lethal, yet pointing his arm implanted bowgun at this one.
- It's annoying...!
Those blackheads won't move anymore... but if you don't make them incapable of fighting for sure, they could be attacked for their own death.
There's nothing more to it than to say it's extremely troublesome.
"Get your distance!! Don't get into his nostalgia!!
And, according to the commander of his enemy, the blackened men drew their bows without packing their time, and set arrows against her in unison.
Nell tries to roll and avoids, waves the holy sword and slashes off a few arrows, but to defend all of them, Zusasa, and a few pieces pierce her body.
"Yikes...... Awwww!!
Screaming to blow the pain away, she now changes her target and steps toward the depressing blackheads around her.
The blackheads who were in that direction immediately try to escape at a distance, but Nell steps in faster, and his sword captures one of his enemies.
So she never stopped moving, releasing a series of strikes as she flowed, causing fatal injuries to nearby enemies, and once again flew heavily off the spot where a large number of arrows came down, putting the Holy Sword in the middle with the wall of the junction on her back again.
"Hehe... to this extent, I will not fall. Hey, isn't it a small number?
Still surrounded by enemies, Nell grins invincibly.
"... it seems so. Now let's say we increase the number."
Yes, while enemy commanders overflow words...
Continuously from the back of the woods (...) emerge anew (...), the appearance of the blackened.
That number is even higher than earlier, and as far as I can see it is no longer possible to discern the number.
"You are dangerous. Much more dangerous than both of the wingmen. Therefore, you will kill here more than become our enemy."
The enemy commander, who was sending a sharp gaze to Nell as if to determine its qualities, ruthlessly says so, even discerning the high potential of her as a brave man.
- Uh...
Nell was smiling bitterly at the sight, as if he had accidentally agreed to it.
- What's extra, I'm not saying.
"Ha... ha..."
How much, would I have waved my sword?
My arms are heavy as a stick, my body blunt as lead, and a bit of something I've never experienced has eroded my whole body.
My throat is ragged, my intense hunger strikes me, my head flickers and I'm going to fall down now.
... maybe a little too much blood.
Her blood runs intolerably out of a number of slashing wounds running through her body and arrows that remain stabbed on her shoulders and flanks, taking away moments and moments of strength.
One eye, for example, cannot be opened to locks because of the blood flowing from his forehead.
Magic has been pounding the bottom for a long time.
Her holy sword, 'Durandal', also contains magic, so now she does it and activates some magic... but soon, the magic will also die.
- The day was up, at last.
The huge wall erected by Nell, 'The Extinct Boundary', has been slowly unraveled and lost, and for that reason she is now fighting her enemies while fleeing through the woods.
Apparently, a group of enemies set it on Nell, not a group of winged people who escaped their aim, and they began to persevere in pursuit of her.
Perhaps he decided that letting her escape here and now could be a later threat rather than hunting down and killing the few remaining fighters of the Wings and those who cannot fight.
As far as Nell's purpose of letting his allies escape is concerned, I would say that he has accomplished it… tell the entity, it is utterly desperate.
Though I have tried to crawl through the earth, go through the mud, scatter enemies in the 'Confusion Boundary', hide myself in the 'Hidden Boundary', and take every means to escape...... apparently the enemies also possess skills for tracking.
At the end of the day, they were to be found and picked up, and that little health was being sharpened with gorillus.
I manage to survive in the midst of extreme tension and anxiety at the critical... but the fatigue that strikes my whole body is already close to the limit.
- Nell no longer even knew how many enemies he had defeated and how much time he kept fighting, just waving his sword as it was his survival instinct.
That's how she kept running through the woods - suddenly opening, vision.
".................. ugh!
- Shit.
What's spreading there is a good looking, meadow (...) to the point where you don't like it.
Apparently, while he kept running away, he went through the woods.
"Hung... you've given me a lot of trouble"
And, heard from behind Nell, he kept chasing her by the time he was paranoid, the voice of the enemy commander's man.
Nell instantly takes a retrospective response stance, but the first start is delayed, so he eats the fist to the torso, the blackest of one who has stepped into his nostalgia.
"Guuuuuuuu...!
Flying consciousness.
Then another black-endowed man stuffed under Nell, bending his body to the letter of his body and kicking her, the hand of those who were grasping the holy sword, in the dull motion.
Her strength was running out and she was losing her grip. She couldn't keep holding the holy sword and let go of it as it was.
Thus the black-out-of-the-box grabbed Nell's arm indiscriminately one arm at a time, kicked his knee from the back and broke it, making him completely immobile, and kneeling before the enemy commander to offer it.
"Ha... ha... show me, but you're going to kill me?
Whereas the blackening temples that don't kill him in one thought, Nell exhales that word with his rough breath as he kicks the man in front of him.
"He let me mess around. This will do. - Besides. Just a little, I changed my mind. I like strong women. A strong woman like you."
"I hate things like you."
Against Nell, who throws up like that without getting in her hair, the enemy commander grins with a niggle and crouches in front of her.
"That's it. That's an unbreakable attitude. Take it back to my mansion and educate yourself to say no... yes, how soon will you be waving your tail at me if I educate you?
Enemy commander crawling his fingers to Nell's cheek with a grin on his face.
On that disgusting hand, Nell is struck by a chill as if a bug were crawling on his body, but he still doesn't break his fortitude and keeps staring at his opponent.
"Well, it's a little unbearable to scatter your strength here to kill all my men. Why don't you saddle us up now? Enough, I'll make you feel good...?
He grabbed his own jaw quickly and opened his mouth in a flat tone to the words of the enemy commander who said so, almost reflexively rebellious Nell... but swallowed up the words and made them feel as emotionally expensive as possible.
"... assuming I follow you, my people will miss you...?
"Oh, of course. I don't care about them anymore. I promise."
A blackened commander with an empty grin and a whiteness to pluck it out.
"... yes"
Nell gives a deliberately inquisitive look, unwinds (relaxes) the strengths of his body, and shows as little resistance as possible.
As she thought, she distracted herself from Nell's bare gesture of not being able to resist, or the enemy's restraints only loosened slightly.
- She won't miss that alarm.
Nell untied the restraint by wielding his left arm thoughtfully and exerting all his might in a loose momentary gap in his arm restraint, slashing the tip off the wrist of the enemy commander grabbing his jaw while in a motion that instantly pulled him out of his hips (...).
"- Heh heh heh!!
And then the two black exhausted arms, who were holding her down just after, also gently slashed and tore off, then swung the force without being pushed to the bottom and flew off the scene in a big way, holding the sole backwards.
What she's holding is - "Moon Hua".
A dagger that I've been wearing since a young man gave it to me.
I want to give this dagger the strength it deserves, but only to train hard, and for a short period of time she has already acquired even the skills of "Dagger Art lv3".
"I'll tell you the answer to your earlier invitation!! Say no!! If I'm going to be one of those guys like you, I'll fight here and die!!
Anyway, where Nell said he would be one of them, the likelihood that these guys would keep their promises not to get their hands on the others would be about the same as the likelihood that a cat would walk bullshit over a keyboard and play one song.
I mean, none of them.
If so, in order to increase the survival of your peers at all, it should be more effective to rumble as much as you can here.
"Huh!! Then die regretting it at best!! You guys, definitely get that woman!! Don't kill him right away, hurt him, let him taste humiliation, do all he can to humiliate him, then chop him up and smash him to death!!
The enemy commander gives instructions as he flies and yells at the corner of his mouth, sheltering the arms of those who have lost their wrists.
- I guess I'm gonna die.
Look at the impending blacks, I just, I think so.
But... anyway, it's a dying life.
If you dedicate it for your people and fight it out to the end and die.
This is what I want.
I am immature, but can you say that I have been able to perform shamelessly in the name of the brave?
- I'm sorry I didn't see you again... but that guy would definitely protect us all.
Face like nothing as usual, do something surprising to help everyone and surprise them at the same time.
When I thought about him, nature and her mouth were turning into a form of laughter.
- Eventually, our distance from our narrowing enemies.
What comes to mind in front of it is your mixed emotions.
To fear, anguish, worry, anxiety, anger, grief - yet nothing to stop, overflowing fighting spirit.
"- Awwwwww!!
Nell shouts from the depths of his soul with all sorts of emotions raging through his chest -.
- Suddenly, something fell from the sky with tremendous momentum, emitting a fierce earthquake and falling into the meadows.
It's a very strong shock, dancing high and high up the earthen smoke.
At the same time, the impending blackening men blew away as they were bounced by the shock, reflected in the corner of her sight, where she sheltered her face with her arms.
"- Oh, Nell. How are you?"
And - the voice came from beyond the smoke.
The voice, she waited for and thought of until not long ago, the voice of the person.
Eventually the earth smoke clears up a little bit, and on the other side of it, one silhouette emerges carrying a big weapon on his shoulder.
- Ah.
"... already. It's too late."
With a voice that makes you feel like you're in a complex mind, like you're about to cry, happy, and burn your chest.
She moistened her jitters and her eyes, her mouth pointy as if she were just a little obstinate, and, yes, she spinned the words.