Illimitable Until Death

“Bang --! ”

It's the ground breaking.

With the power of the dark sword falling, the horrible force passed directly to the ground, allowing the square to tear apart directly from the area where the Knight Commander stood and fall down.

Such a powerful blow, not to mention the human body, could probably be cut open, even at sea level.

The leader of the knight who could have fought the blow closed his eyes and stared at his weapon dead.

Up there, with one hand.

That hand actually grabbed the blade directly and stopped the sharp weapon that had fallen.

“Here's the thing...”

Conveniently, he held a knife in his hand and cut it on the head of the knight, while the other held the black sword firmly and turned to his enemies.

“Regardless of the Sorolean technique, the angelic power flowing on you seems to be stronger than last time. ”

Exactly.

The angelic power flowing on the Knight Commander has become stronger than it was in the last battle against him.

In other words…

“Has the Second Queen given you more angelic power in order to force me to reveal the Eye? ”

The tone in the square seems more and more ironic.

“Do people like that really deserve your loyalty? ”

More power has been provided to protect oneself from threats, to keep one's own men from death, and to bring this threat out with precision and accuracy.

Indeed, that would better ensure that the Knight Commander pushed the Knights to the end of the road, causing them to reveal their magical eyes.

However, that is undoubtedly the equivalent of pushing one's men to the abyss of death.

Is such a man worthy of loyalty?

Answer, naturally negative.

But the Knight Commander did not deny it.

“Don't look at Her Highness like that, she's actually softer than you think. ”

The Knight Commander just said that implicitly.

“There is no way. ”

Yes, it is.

There's no way.

The future of Britain would only be bleak if nothing could be changed, even if it were softer.

“In order for such a future not to arise, His Highness can only make himself a tyrant. ”

The Knight Commander begins to push.

“And I, too, could be a victim of this violence for the future of Britain. ”

Under these words, the Knight Commander shook the weapon in his hand.

So, in the sound of "bang", the square and the leader of the knight seemed to be bounced off each other, a distance apart.

The Knight Commander lifted his sword.

“Looks like you also have some kind of ability to eliminate lethality, which seems to be the same type or defensive as my Sororen technique. ”

The Knight Commander sees through the effects of the sacred coat, skill and star power in the square.

Then the captain of the knight made such a noise.

“Then let me give you a weapon sufficient to break through your abilities. ”

At the moment when the words of the Knight Commander fall...

“Buzz...”

In his hand, the dark sword shook suddenly.

I feel it in the square.

The Commander of the Knights injected the power of the angels in his body into the weapons in his hands, which made a difference.

“Mumble, mumble...”

Under the sound of something boiling, the surface of the knight's dark sword began to bubble.

The bubbles rose one after the other, and continued to expand until they reached the size of a basketball.

At one time, hundreds of bubbles swelled up significantly larger than the width of the sword.

And then, at some point, the contours of those bubbles burst.

And underneath the bursting bubbles is a brand new weapon.

It's the same level of Ascaron that William once held, three meters long, as if he could slice the neck of a giant dragon into a giant sword.

The Knight Commander suddenly waved a sword bigger than himself.

“Boom!”

The air suddenly burst.

The frown in the square suddenly pulled hard.

In such circumstances, the Knight Commander introduced him without stingy.

“It's called Frantin. ”

Smell the rumor, the square slightly flashed.

“Frantin? ”

I've heard that name before.

To be more precise, you should have seen it in a book.

That's the name of a legendary magic sword.

Its owner is a hero of Nordic mythology.

A man famous for his tremendous strength and heroism by killing three monsters in succession has earned the immortal glory of a Nordic hero.

Hero's name is Beowulf.

Legend has it that this hero possesses an enemy's blood that is quenched by his slaughter. Each time he kills a strong enemy, he absorbs the blood and uses it to increase hardness and sharpness.

The name of the sword is Frantin.

“Of course, like the Ascaron used by the mercenary, it's just a spiritual costume made out of legend. ”

The Knight Commander raised Frantin and said this.

“But in terms of capacity alone, it is no different from what is mentioned in the legend. ”

That is, the Spiritual Costume used by the Knight Commander is a weapon capable of constantly quenching itself and increasing hardness and sharpness by drawing the blood of an enemy.

“And only in England, when I get the power of an angel from Katina I, I can inject the power of an angel into this weapon as" blood, "giving it the highest level of sharpness and destructiveness. ”

The Knight Commander looked directly into the square.

“Try your hand again to block my attack, and I'll cut it right off. ”

Smell it, Fong Li laughed.

Smiling so calmly.

“On your own? ”

Lifting the knife in his hand, he swept over the sharp blade and let his eyes flash through the cold.

“If you can do it, just try it. ”

That's the last word.

The next step is a real fight.

One side is a killer with far more power than a saint.

One side is a knight with more angelic power.

The sight of both sides converged in the middle of the air, instantly spreading the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Immediately thereafter, they simultaneously stepped on the pavement beneath their feet and rushed towards each other.

“Boom --! ”

Using such a blast as a signal, the fierce battle between the killer and the knight began.

The moment they disappeared, they collided positively on a piece.

Birdevil rubbed violently against Frantin.

It was just this simple move, and the shock wave swept away like a storm around the Knight Commander.

The storm blew all around the area over a hundred meters in radius.

In time, tarmac roads crumbled like glass, buildings broken like split blocks, rubble and rubble dancing in the air, turning into shells scarier than bullets, breaking through trees, walls and even vehicles.

Every other day, the fierce battle, far above the saints, unfolds here again.