The last duel opponent is Reese Gunsmith.

Honestly, if I piss her off, she's the scariest one.

Reese suggests the contents of the last duel method battle.

"I'm not much better at fighting than Mr. Snow or Mr. Chris. So what about bumping into each other's full strength?

"All the best?

"Yes, Master William will do everything in his power to stop it because it will strike a full blow. If we can prevent that blow, it means Master William wins."

"... ok. So no problem. Because I didn't mean to hurt your lady myself. I haven't given it my all again, so it would be helpful if I let it out at the end of the day."

After his defeat to Chris, the light was out of William's eyes.

That defeated the younger girl, who was not a magician, in front of the public eye.

After his defeat, he turned his gaze to Her Royal Highness the Empress of Yumilia, and the sparkling, loving maiden Aura had disappeared from her eyes as well.

He lost interest because of two consecutive defeats.

Thanks to you, William, your eyes lose even more light.

But I got the light back in one breath with Reese's proposal on how to compete.

"As far as I'm concerned, they're women, and when I hurt them, I just lost because I didn't mean it because it was a lot worse. If you can mean it, you'll never lose '- and so on.

But William was the first person to sign up for a duel, and he should have been convinced of the duel with the women, as well as the person who said he would only use 333 blades as a handful.

But that's just how far we've lost two in a row.

One can excuse himself because he's a mage A minus class, but Chris in WW2 is also a girl who's not a mage. As it is, he and the imperial military will be blurred.

"Next time we'll definitely win! 'A thousand blades appear behind William to show the mood.

"Well, I'll be ready, too," Reese said, wrapping his hands around and making an 8.8 cm anti-aircraft gun (8.8 Flak) appear in the center of the training station.

The High Elves have a different power from magic called spiritual protection.

If it's a lease, it's an infinite amount of storage.

From there emerge one of the most active artillery in World War II, Ahat Ahat.

"Ko, is this... ugh!?

Suddenly, William leaks his surprise at the appearance of a consolidation of metal about 7,7 m long in front of him.

The demon swords shake that refrain behind him as if to react to his amazement.

Sure, a single 8.8 cm anti-aircraft gun (8.8 Flak) is also a blow when it comes to a blow......

Isn't that an act tantamount to fraud?

William, now baptized with PKM, VSS, is also black-and-white his eyes in front of the solidification of the metal that has increased them tens of times.

But Reese pretends not to notice and just gets ready to fire an 8.8 cm anti-aircraft gun (8.8 Flak).

Ten people are supposed to be needed to operate one 8.8 cm anti-aircraft gun (8.8 Flak), but this time the lease will be enough because it does not defeat an enemy looming from above otherwise.

The mount of the four outriggers, originally on the 8.8 cm anti-aircraft gun (8.8 Flak), is grated to the ground, and the anchor is punched in and secured - the lease secures the mount with earth-based magic.

Remove the chain lock on the support frame that supports the cannon body and it will be ready.

I was supposed to have to calculate the timeline of the shell with a projectile control device to intercept it from here, but this time I just have to fire at William, who's in the front.

That's why if you level the shell and set the shell, you're done.

Reese tells her with a smile.

"We're all set for this one. What about you?

That is tantamount to a death sentence by Reaper.

William is blue-faced, but now that he has made a big difference in front of the Empress, Emperor and other nobles of the Thinker, he says, 'I knew I couldn't do it. I'm sorry' I can't say.

Exactly this is pathetic and William answers sooner than that by calling Reese and trying to stop it.

"... I'm ready for this one. You can always do it!

William!? Are you seriously going to do this!?

He said, 'A man has a battle he can't pull off,' rolling forward a thousand demon swords that he was making him refrain from behind, with an admirable grin.

Place yourself like a shield to protect you. William moreover formed a resistance formation around him, tending to solidify.

I was worried at first... but this could be bearable if I had about one shot.

William lost to Snow, Chris to keep standing up, but that was because he insulted Snow and the others and put on a handful.

For what it's worth, he is a knight with two names: Deputy Commander of the Knights of Magic of the Zagsonia Empire, Mage A minus, and 'Thousand Blades'.

In the future, he is the youngest and the leader of the Knights of Sorcery is also the definitive elite during the elite. That's what he does this time, with no effort or chronic attention, and he's doing everything he can to defend himself. Exactly the protection of the iron wall. About one 8.8 cm anti-aircraft gun (8.8 Flak). I'm sure you'll probably prevent it!

No, William would definitely stand for it!

I have such pale hopes.

... and I wonder why I'm emotional about William at some point.

Make sure both sides are ready for a quick, final duel.

When the referee gave the signal just around the corner, he had us evacuated because we would be caught in an 8.8 cm anti-aircraft gunshot (8.8 Flak) impact.

In addition, we will descend to the entrance, where all the magicians present will form a resistance to protect the audience.

"Then we shall begin our final duel."

The referee raises his hand.

I can't reach my voice because of the distance between them.

Make sure you waved down the hand you raised, and the lease is supposed to fire.

The tension passes on to all the audience.

"Okay, here we go!

Reese makes sure the referee's hand is waved down and pulls the main strike lever.

Boom.

Burning arson in bright red.

The Devil's Sword is shattered and scattered, and William blasts through the air like a piece of paper and crashes to the ground unmistakably.

... Yeah, I knew you couldn't stand it.

As I knew, I just couldn't take an 8.8 cm anti-aircraft gun (8.8 Flak) blow.

Before it hits the shell, at the point of the blast, the Devil's Sword is shattered and scattered.

That's right, in a previous life, when a tank fires at the militia's Fuji General Firepower Exercise, its shock wave pushes the audience's eyeballs and distorts them as' gnarly '.

I wanted to go myself but ended up leaking into the lottery...... I wanted to go though! I really wanted to go! Rather than win the lottery, I wanted to win the lottery for the total fire show!

I'm sorry. I accidentally screamed my heart's cries as if they were instincts.

Back to the story, I've never been to an event for a total fire show, but of course the distance from the tank is away from the audience. Yet the shockwave distorts the level of vision.

Yet William tried to withstand the front of the 8.8 cm anti-aircraft gun (8.8 Flak), from a distance of about 15-20 m.

Rather, it is a level where we want to praise the courage that challenged that battle.

By the way, were the shells detonated and fired, to the extent that they did not detonate and shattered the training station walls?

Still, from the Imperial side, it had lost its strength to 8.8 cm anti-aircraft guns (8.8 Flak).

It took a few magicians, even inside the resistance stretched by magic at a bottom level, to feel the shockers, some of whom lost their hips.

It's only natural to be stunned.

The magicians on the side of the empire, who were flashing, returned to me and rushed to William, who had fallen.

He was held up in his upper body and found fainting and white-eyed.

He had blood tears from his eyes, ears from his ears, blood from his mouth, but apparently he was alive.

The sorcerers begin healing magic with their blue faces.

But if you think about it, William passed out, but there's no big wound to his body. Can it be said that, in a way, it withstood an 8.8 cm anti-aircraft gun (8.8 Flak) blow?

You can draw it as a bravery prize.

When I think about it, the lease returns with an 8.8 cm anti-aircraft gun (8.8 Flak) in 'infinite storage'.

"Welcome back, Reese. Isn't that a little too much?

"That's not true. The 8.8 cm anti-aircraft gun (8.8 Flak) was designed to avoid direct hits, and the magician A minus would not die if subjected to a blast."

I see. Did you calculate everything?

But isn't it a little too drastic?

With the scratches in my chest, the whole training center rocks.

An earthquake!? Or a precursor to the breakdown of the training station with an earlier 8.8 cm anti-aircraft gun (8.8 Flak) blow!?

But if it collapses, do we have to fund the rebuilding?!?

Then I want you to give me a break because I can turn a cold glance from Bernie, who's in charge of affairs.

But even that kid has a strong purse string!

Weird worries cause the training center ceiling to be destroyed and ragged to fall.

The debris fell almost to the center.

There was no one there already, so there were no injuries caused by the rubble.

A familiar voice echoed the training station as everyone covered their faces in the smoke that rose.

"Ha-ha-ha! Good afternoon, Empire!

"Legrottarier!?

The voice did belong to him, but his figure had changed from the last one I saw.

Wings grow from the back and float into the sky without the use of magic.

There are two horns growing from the forehead and fangs coming out of the mouth. The thickness of the body has also doubled, the palms have become disastrous, and the nails are stretched out like knives.

It was turning into the appearance of the demon king himself in the story.

The biggest change is magic. Last time I was just drooling over a huge amount of black magic. But now he seems to be in good control, and he hasn't given out any black magic so far.

Are you telling me you've learned how to handle the Magic Nucleus in such a short time?

Legrottarier also noticed us and said, 'Why are these guys here? face.'

But I don't care because I've already quit, or because I'm a hawk, and I look down on us and I tell you something unilaterally.

"Looks like you have a face, but I have one thing for you. I came to get a beautiful princess, the Zagsonian Empire, the First Empress, Yumilia Zagsonia - Silver Rose (Silver Rose). Give me the crown princess. And the Empire is under me. If you do, I'll give you half the world to the Omaes, okay? What do we do, Emperor?

The Legrottariers breathe in unison with all the imperial people under their eyes.

Snow and the others were also black-and-white on their sudden demands.

Meanwhile, I said... I am well aware of the deviation from the pressing air of the scene - but I didn't think I could hear a kind of nostalgic dialogue from the Demon King: 'Give me my daughter, and if I were under the curtain, I would take half the world apart' and I remembered a little emotion.