Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

Slashed on the floor, Grannard sprays blood everywhere, rolling over and over again.

"Ugh... ugh... stupid...!"

The finally stopped Grannard fell on his face, groaning bitterly.

It was Granard, who was struck by a black slash, but apparently did not suffer a fatal wound.

As you crawl, you breathe in zeezy and bitterness, and try to wake your body with your hands on the floor.

However, because of the damage, it seems that the force was not applied well, and the pull and limbs were just trembling as they crawled on all sides.

"Oh, it's tougher than I thought.I must have slashed it so hard. "

Raidor snapped impressively and landed on both legs from a position that jumped to the ceiling.

He shakes his sword gently, shakes off the blood on the blade, and looks at his brother who is crawling a little further away.

Is that the power of the magic sword of light?I was as quick as Celia, and I was in a bit of a hurry. "

Instead of words, Raidor's expression was full of room.

If we pursue him like this, he will be able to easily drop Grannard's head, but he stands still on the spot without a daring push attack.

It was a work that might have been accepted as careless or chronic, but Raidor dared to lick it off and throw words at Granard.

"If I had fought you before I fought Cecilia on that battlefield, I might have been forced to fight even harder.Unhappiness and adversity grow us more than happiness and tranquillity. I knew it once again. "

In the war against the Empire, Reidor once fought Ceilia von Alsline on a single horse.

At that time, I was able to win because of the confusion caused by the ambush on the enemy's position, but Célia, who had the speed of 'Thunder', had a lot of trouble.

The battle taught Raydol the dangers of fighting by relying solely on his vision.Since then, I have been training to fight with intuition and feeling the signs of the opponent.

(Seelia has been training me several times... but apparently it wasn't a waste.)

Also, while staying in King's Landing and working as an adventurer, he had several mock fights with Seilia.

Even after going to the eastern border region on Grannard's orders, there is no shortage of image training for "Speed Pride".

I didn't expect the training to be effective against Grannard, but it was no longer just a quick opponent that posed a threat to Raidor.

"Aniki, your sword is so dull."

"Gu... what...?!"

"Just because the power of the Magic Sword has increased your speed doesn't mean your technology has improved.Your sword is terribly monotonous and easy to read.If I were you now, I'd be able to keep my eyes closed. "

"Nh...!"

"There is no way that Namilia and Seilia can lose such a sword.If you're leaving a trump card, let's go. "

Raydol pokes his sword at Granard, who crawls with his eyes open.

"'I'll cut you all down and deny it' - that's what I said.It's not funny to kill a clumsy fish that doesn't show strength.My wrath will not subside unless I crush you from the front with all my strength! "

It's not just killing.Overwhelmingly surpasses the opponent and wins by carving a defeat into your soul that will never go away.

Otherwise, neither the humiliation betrayed five years ago, nor the fury of being taken hostage by a woman in my family, could be shed.

"... you're going to have room. Are you still going to look down on me after this period!"

Granard, who finally succeeded in regulating his breathing, shouted angrily as he ate his teeth.

Grannard knows.Raydol hasn't made up his mind yet.She rolled herself to the floor and showed herself in a troubled state.

The opponent tried to kill him with all his might, and besides, he is now waiting for a victory in the form of progress.

With the Magic Sword, the intention to ascend to the level of equivalence with Raidor is still being overlooked - the desperate fact relentlessly engraves Grannard's spirit.

"Don't... don't look down on me! Don't underestimate me!"

Grannard raised his anger to fuel his anger and put his sword above his head.

"If you want to see that much, I'll show you!The power of the true king, the great power bestowed by the goddess! "

In a moment, a blinking flash envelops Grannard's body.

"Mh...!"

Raydol glances slightly, but immediately releases black air from the Dark Insulave to shield the light from burning the retina.

It was only a few seconds before the flash covered the Throne Room.

When the light disappears, Grannard's unusual appearance pops into my eyes.

"Magic Armor - [Guardian of the Shrine (Metatron)]!"

Grannard wore white armor on his body, and the magic sword he was holding was transformed into an elongated spear.Are the wounds slashed and torn by Raidor blocked? I can't feel anything like damage from my legs stepping firmly on the floor.

A tingling and burning sensation of intimidation, comparable to Zacharius wearing sacred armor.Being here was overwhelming pressure.

"Oh... this is a big deal...!"

Raydol exclaimed his admiration, but he wasn't so surprised.

If the Magic Sword imitated the Holy Sword, it was prepared to have a meaning comparable to the meaning of the Holy Sword, "Holy Armor."

Therefore, this development is as expected… but I am not convinced that Grannard has easily mastered the technique.

I don't know what criteria the witch chose Granard and gave him the Magic Sword.

Still, it was unconvincing that Reidor's defeated Emperor Zacharius and Granard had reached the same height.

"Nh...?"

However, Raydol's doubts soon subsided.

There was a change in Grannard's face that triggered Magic Armor.

"Aniki... that face..."

Grannard's face was engraved with a number of distinct dark wrinkles, which were more numerous than before.The pigment on the head has also clearly fallen off, and in an instant it appears to be over a decade old.

"I see... this is the price of the Magic Sword"

I suppose you will lose "youth" and "longevity" as a price by using the power of the Magic Sword.

Perhaps he was afraid of paying the price for not using Magic Armor until Grannard was hunted down.

"Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill...!Raydol, I'll kill you! I'll kill you! "

"... maybe you're losing not only your youth, but your brain as well."

Raydol was bitterly attracted to his old brother, who shouted madly.

As a self-proclaimed "true king", it was too creepy, but the power felt by Granard was real.

An overwhelming stream of power. Even standing is a painful feeling of intimidation.The killing intent was so intense that it could be crushed that it was poured from the front onto Raidor.

"Now it's over! Get out of my sight!"

"Oops...!?"

Numerous spheres of light appeared around Granard wearing magic armor.

Dozens to hundreds of bullets of light, each containing the same magic as the slashing shot by Raidor, are released into light at the same time.

A tsunami-like attack by an overwhelming amount of material.It made me feel instantly that it was impossible to avoid as well as defend.

If Raydol performs the most powerful of his moves, the End of the Snake, it will not offset it.

"Fufu....."

However, even before such an inevitable death, Raidor's face was not in a hurry.

Raidor quietly closed his eyes as he lowered Dar Inn Slave with a calm expression that made him feel comfortable.