Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

”Oh! Shouldn't I have taken it from my finger instead of my arm? Or perhaps... I'll even try my fingernails?”

Wilfred, who broke Justy's left arm, laughed cheerfully.

A force-broken bone is breaking through the skin and sticking out. Bumps and crimson blood flowed out, creating a stain on the black ground.

…………

Justy gritted her teeth and endured severe pain. I don't even leak my groan, so I have a terrible sense of self-control.

Despite the resistance, both hands and feet were bound by countless arms like tentacles. The spear was rolling on the ground, too, and the hammer magic that Justy was good at didn't work on Wilfred.

What can I move... about my mouth?

"...... With such pain, I won't give in. You don't seem to know how proud the real [Knight] is, do you? The knight can't raise his screams with this much pain!"

Justy speaks for a little longer to attract Wilfred's attention.

From the conversation a while ago, Justy knew that Wilfred had a kinship attachment to the existence of the "Knight".

{Well... I don't know how great the knight is. If you say that much, I'll make it even more painful for you. "

As expected, Wilfred stared at Justy with an abominable look on his face.

Wilfred's consciousness has led to the disappearance of Neferte, who is being held in captivity from a distance.

If we can buy time at this pace, Raidor may be able to rescue Neferte in time.

{That's right... you seem to be quite patient, so you don't seem to be frightened by a broken bone. Next, I'll slash your dominant arm. I'll stop the bleeding without you having to worry, so you won't die anytime soon!

When Wilfred puts one of his arms to his feet, a thick knife appears pushing the ground up.

"I collected and made the metal in the ground with earth magic... but I'm immature." It's not going to be a beautiful blade, is it? "

"... it's a bad hobby. You don't seem to like me very much, do you?"

Justy raised her eyebrows as she glanced at the brown blade that came out of the ground.

The thick blade created by earth magic is not a smart shape to flatter. It was like a rusted saw.

”If you get slashed with this, it'll hurt, right? It's going to take a while, isn't it? I really feel bad that I can't slash you in my heart."

"Lower-species. If you want to do it, get started." If that kind of thing can break my hold on me

"I'm looking forward to seeing how long I can stay strong. Well then... let's get started!”

"Geez...!"

A thick saw hits Justy's right arm and slowly moves back and forth.

Justy's skin and muscles were shredded as a jagged blade like a beast's fangs made a sound that froze Joli and her spine.

If it had been slashed down with a sharp sword, it would not have hurt so much, but the broken saw was spreading its wound in vain and scraping the flesh of its arm over time.

The intense pain could not be withstood even with Justy's mental strength, and it screamed from the back of her throat independently of her will.

”Guuuuuuuuu!”

Ahahahahahahahaha! You finally raised your voice! It's a very pleasant scream! It's like playing an orchestra! ”

”Nh, ghh... ughhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

"When this battle is over, let's play with humans like this." If you dedicate your music to the Ottomans, you will be delighted. Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! ”

"Loyal Knight" screaming with blood from his arm and "Hundred Hands Giant" torturing the enemy captured with the most pleasant face.

It is as if hell had manifested itself on earth.

Will Justy be able to withstand torture until the end?

How far can you keep your mind balanced while being subjected to the ugly play of Wilfred, a malicious mass?

But that question was pointless.

The time for play is suddenly coming to an end.

"Ugh... ahhhhhhhh!"

Hee...?

"Nh...!"

A high scream echoed through the deep forest.

It was Neferte, who was supposed to be restrained, who let out a scream like the sound of a monster bird.

”Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Your Highness, Neferte!?

Nefert shrugged his limbs and tried to forcefully shake the restraint.

Trying to escape the dozens of arms that tie him up is like a giant wolf trying to tear off a chain wrapped around his body.

Justy-sama! I'm going to help you!

Neferte shouted with a desperate face that she had just grasped.

Nefert, who was exhausted from a long battle and stranded in the arms of his enemies, seemed to recover from the screams of Justy, who was being tortured.

Wilfred took his hand and was about to rush over to Justy.

{Oh... I'm surprised. Are you still feeling that good?

Stopping the saw on Justy's arm, Wilfred snorts unexpectedly.

Interestingly observing Neferte, who was completely unconscious that he would no longer be able to resist.

"Damn... what do you mean!"

That wasn't the development Justy wanted.

Justy spared herself torturing herself to save Neferte by directing Wilfred's consciousness at herself.

The prospectus was to be attributed to Nefert's own actions.

"Ugh... let go of me! Yeeeee!"

"You're quite a worthwhile prince, but... it's a bit intrusive." Let me just be a little quiet...... ”

Haa!

What...!?

Nefelte, who was violent with her power, finally swung her right hand out of her restraint.

Even Justy, who was as big as Kaoru, couldn't escape, but Neferte, who was about half her size, devoured a part of the cage with a terrifying force.

"How long have you been touching me!" Let go of me! "

Neferte took out the dagger she had hidden in her pocket.

With a single-edged dagger, he severed dozens of arms to hold himself back and escaped Wilfred's restraint.

Even when he was in distress at sea, the guardian dagger he wore saved Neferte.

"Alright! Now...!"

Neferte, who escaped detention, went to Justy, who was tortured...

It was a few meters away from Mistletine──'s Great Sword.

Let me do it!

"Ugh...!"

Wilfred stretched out one of his arms and moved his sword away from Neferte.

Really terrifying... aren't you really the holy sword holder?

”No... if I had been chosen as the Holy Sword, I would have already defeated you”

”A brash kid will tell you! Fine... we've changed the target. I'll do my best to take care of you! I won't play until I'm your knight!

Wilfred stretches out his hand countless times to rain an attack on Neferte.

The arm that tried to hit me, the arm that tried to grab me, the arm that tried to scratch me with my claws... dozens or hundreds of arms attacked me all at once.

Earlier, I escaped with Justy's backup, but now Neferte is all by herself.

I escaped from captivity, but I haven't gotten out of the crisis. The situation of extinction persisted.

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

But... Neferte wasn't frightened at all.

I wonder where the face of despair just now has gone. He fought with a dagger, as if he were in the zone at the end of the line.

He slashes down his beating arm, bounces off his grabbing arm, and pulls off his scratching arm with his claws.

The movement is distinctly different from what it was earlier. The sharpness of the attack was mismatched. Speed alone seemed more than twice as fast.

"Your Highness, Neferte...?"

This guy... what kind of body are you doing!? You must have been exhausted!?

Justy and Wilfred were all confused and fascinated by Nephelte's bravery.

It's very unexplainable just to say that he switched from a heavy sword to a light dagger.

It was as if something was in the body... possessed a supernatural force like a dragon or a spirit.

"This phenomenon, by the way...?"

A Book suddenly appeared in Justy's mind.

This overwhelming force, a presence that has only changed the battlefield by itself. It was very similar to someone that Justy knew well.

As if to affirm the imagination, a pale (orange) aura is emitted from the dagger that Neferte grasped. A fantastic aura of mist covering the lake's surface envelops Neferte's body.

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Neferte's speed accelerates further. No, not just the speed.

The fog-like aura that covered the surrounding area reflected Neferte like a mirror, and she began to wander through the countless hands that attacked her as her body.

I can't believe it... I see, I see!

Late, Wilfred, noticing the answer, turned into a furious figure and shouted.

The sword (......)──, which was supposed to be the great sword Mistine I had just taken, was thrown away with fervor.

That way, that's the real thing! How dare you trick me!

"I see... that dagger is real..."

[Water] Holy Sword - Mistletine.

The mysterious water. The sword of an evil demon, which dominated the mist of dreams, appeared on the earth for more than a hundred years.