Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

”Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!”

On the tip of the big tree, there was something like a big oak (tarry). Neferte would have created a transparent cup made of hardened water that was not made of metal.

The giant spear was big enough and massive enough to wear the body of a giant.

”K-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k!”

Wilfred groaned as he shed a lot of black blood.

Countless arms shattered like the leaves of a withered tree. The faces on the giant's face disappeared.

The huge body shrank... eventually left behind a naked boy with a thin body.

"I won't forgive you... I'll kill you... for me, I'll kill you...!"

Wilfred──, who had returned to the boy, stood up bleeding.

A brown spear appeared on the ground.

"You're still going to do it with that wound...!"

Justy groaned.

Both arms are not moving due to injury. I used up all my magic power in my last attack. There's nothing Justy can do.

Meanwhile, Neferte said...... I was also on my knees with a bitter expression on my face.

”Giggle... my strength is already...!”

Neferte's magical powers had also been added to her body.

The fog that covered the forest had disappeared and the mirror image had disappeared.

The dagger I grabbed... it was a sacred sword, but it was silent, and it was a free blade.

Both Justy and Neferte were at their limit.

I couldn't have done any more fighting.

"I'm going to die... but I won't let you live." I'll let you go to hell with me like this...! "

Wilfred's eyes glowed with madness as he stared at the two who still had no resistance.

Wilfred was full again, but it seemed like he still had enough room to take the two of them along in the end.

Justy and Nefert could only stare at Wilfred, who was approaching with a spear, as they clung to each other without strength.

"I'll kill you... if you fight with the Holy Sword Keeper, it's a fine fight." I'm sure the Ottomans will praise you too...! "

"Don't worry about the boulders." Please don't do this. "

"Nh...!?"

The voice fell abruptly.

Wilfred, who was trying to stab his enemies, had an unprecedented amount of battle on his back.

Looking up at her head like she was being played... there stood a silver-haired man dressed like a black enamel.

In the man's hand was a giant sword about his height, and a pitch-black blade with a demonic aura was pointed straight at Wilfred.

"He's a valued man and guest. I can't let you die in this place."

"You can't be...!"

Wilfred understood immediately.

That being is our natural enemy.

Not a newborn chick like Neferte.

Be the true, awakened true Holy Sword Keeper──!

Your Royal Highness!

"Is that... Raydor Zayn?"

Justy and Neferte, who were hunted down, looked up and called the man by his name.

"I activated the Holy Armor and flew the fastest while twisting the space... but I'm glad I made it." You fought so hard against the Witch's Apostle. No one is forgiven for saying things. This battle is your victory! "

Raydor unleashed an overwhelming magic power as the two fought hard.

With the magic of Raydor infused in, a disastrous aura emanates from the black cloaked── holy armor [Twilight Player (Hvezlung)] of the monk wrapped around him.

"The last sip of the finest cake. I'm sorry to have to take only delicious things... Farewell, messenger of the witch. Go back to" nothing "where you can never come back!"

”Ah... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

Wilfred screamed at the fear he had never felt before.

An invisible blade swings down on the tiny body, producing a roar-like sound of a beast.

[Eat the god wolf (Fenrir)]

A blow that closes off any destiny.

Wilfred was enveloped by the deep meaning of Derinsrave, who wiped everything out of the world.

――――――――――――

Unvoiced screaming.

Wilfred's body... disappeared without even leaving a soul behind.

The last thing that came to mind in the little knight's mind was not the figure of his fellow knight, the Ottoman lord.

A thin little girl. He has a smile on his dirty face.

It was the face of Wilfred's younger, pathetic sister, who was the reason for becoming a family member of the witch.