Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Ha... Ha ha ha!

In the heart of a black tornado rushing through heaven, Raydor laughed like crazy.

Around the perimeter, there is a raging wind of disastrous temper. It was a different sight to freeze to the core of the body, but Raydor, who is in the vortex, has no fear.

On the contrary, I lift my lips on the third moon with my eyes narrowed comfortably to the running of evil forces that surround me.

"This is the Holy Sword! This is my power! hahahahahahahahahahahaha!

A sense of almighty as if he had become a god or a demon envelops Raydor's body. Through a gripping pattern, a tremendous amount of power flows in like a tsunami.

In response to my husband's ecstasy, the Holy Sword Darin Slave also increasingly strengthened the momentum of the storm.

The pitch-black wind that erupts from Darin Slave seems to have the same effect on making enemies state abnormal as the 'Curse Sword Method' used by Raydor.

The body of an Imperial soldier struck by the wind of the curse shows effects such as poison, paralysis, and petrification, and falls with one person, again.

"This is ridiculous..."

"You're not human, you're a monster!

"What are we fighting... is that the incarnation of the demon god Earlyman...?

The Imperial soldier, who had painfully escaped the curse, had even forgotten to flee, and was seen in a blackening black tornado.

We just beat down hundreds of soldiers earlier, but still thousands of soldiers are standing still.

"Lots of passives, what's wrong with that!? Crush the difference in numbers! How dare you trample on the ground! If anyone can stop me, get out!

The first Holy Sword to be unplugged - with its overwhelming power in its hands - builds arrogant confidence.

Originally, Raydor had dedicated five years of his life in the pioneering city to battle and was proud to be strong enough to call himself the strong one.

I just thought I was already finished as a swordsman.

(But... it was still up there! I hadn't even reached the height yet!

If you despise arrogance, then so be it.

That's all you have to do if you're being chronic.

Never, however, let them call you weak.

By this holy sword, by Darinslave, who chose himself over the time of two hundred years over the first King Zain, I will never defeat him again.

Never again will I let anything take my way.

"More! Give me more power!

"Aaaaaaaaaa!"

Increase your strength to the limit with arrogant will.

A high scream also returns from the holy sword clenched in his right hand, and the black storm adds even more momentum.

The tornado, which grew enormously enough to cover the battlefield, no longer seemed to see one black dragon ascend to heaven.

Seeing that sight, the Imperial soldier collapses off his knees, losing his will to fight.

"I can't win... there's no way I can beat something like this"

Someone bluffed. That was a word to speak for the thoughts of all the Imperial soldiers on the spot.

There's no way I can beat such a power beyond people's knowledge. Even challenging has been a crow.

The body of the Imperial Soldier is even stuck in motion, eroded by the wind of the curse that bathed him.

Fighting aside, the heart of the soldiers kneeling, even deprived of the option of escape, was still the sinner's mood awaiting the judgment of God in heaven.

"Oh......!

"God...!

Meanwhile, the Kingdom soldiers watching the battle behind Raydor were also on their knees on the ground.

Though they were also in the wild pitch-black wind again, apparently Darinslave's power acts only against the enemy. The effect of the curse was not to say the least.

But even without the effects of the curse, they were voluntarily on their knees and hands together to pray.

A shaker of paranormal power that only seems to be a god or a demon in front of you.

If that is the enemy, it sinks into disillusionment and despair, and there is nothing else to mourn as the Imperial Soldier does.

But - God's proxy Holy Sword Holder is not an enemy. We're on our side.

Therefore, the kingdom soldiers even offer their prayers.

Be grateful that the Lord of the Frenzy is on your side.

Plead that the incarnation of that outrage will not be an enemy.

Even, I kept praying.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

I don't know what's in the hearts of those soldiers, and Raydor laughs.

I was no longer tempted to shy away from the power that would still gush up no matter how much the wind of curse swung.

How far can you go with this power - I can't help but want to try it and see it.

"Curse Sword Fighting [End of Life Serpent (Yormungand)]!"

Raydor waved his sword down toward the front with a gushing exhilaration.

Its spearhead was directed at an Imperial Army position built on a hill.

A wind that was raging wildly around Raydor turns into a giant slaughter according to the will of the young man, the bearer of the Holy Sword, to slay and tear the battlefield apart.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!?"

Countless Imperial soldiers are swallowed up and disappeared into a black slaughter that slashes and tears the battlefield in two.

Still, slaughter doesn't diminish momentum. Tearing the battlefield apart with the roar, he pushes it to the headquarters of the empire set up on the hill.

"I won......!

Having unleashed such an attack that even the terrain could be altered, Raydor grins, stripping his fangs convinced of his victory.

"Yaaaaaaaaaa!"

But - there was a shadow standing in front of the attack that seemed to slash and tear down the Imperial Army position as it was.

Thin, little shadows are too unreliable compared to giant black slaughter.

It is like a boat thrusting through a stormy sea.

"Protect everyone! Klausorus!"

"Become...!?"

A small figure flipped his right hand. Moment after moment, the thunder flashed with a shitty roar.

It is a thin, blue-white sword that the girl is squeezing in her right hand. A dazzling lightning strike emanating from it hits the pitch-black slash from the front as it pushes over like a tsunami.

Black and white. It was only a few seconds before the wind and thunder equilibrated.

Soon a thunderbolt will break the slaughter and the disastrous wind of curse will disappear into thousands.

"Oh...... you forgot. I did what I did."

Raydor's heart, who was daunted by the all-powerful sensation, becomes cold when he is powerless of a blow that can be described as full of himself. A calm head sorts out the situation and grasps it.

Indeed, a man chosen for the Holy Sword may gain the power of God's hour.

But I'm not the only one who has the power of God. At least there's another one on this battlefield.

"You are the Holy Sword Holder of the Empire - Sailia von Alsline!

"That's enough to keep me on track! From here on out, I'll be your opponent!

Raydor barks with his fangs peeled at the emergence of a strong enemy.

Ceylia jumped Clausoras in his hand with the fury of the rift on him squeezing Darinslave.