Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Grandpa! Guys!"

I looked up at the position of an ally under attack by the Royal Army and screamed if Ceilia was still this.

We do not know where the Kingdom soldiers who carried out the ambush appeared from, but we also saw in the distance that our position was about to be dropped exactly.

The position also includes his own delivery, the Empress - especially Gracos Basen, who loves him as much as his real grandfather.

Ceilia lacks calm and tries to rush toward her own position.

"Your Royal Highness, you're in danger!

"Huh...!?"

I got a sharp voice on my back. It belonged to soldiers of the Empire who had survived on the battlefield. At the same time, the cold killer strokes the back of his neck.

When Ceilia looked back in haste, there was a figure of Raydor, who shook up his sword so soon as he was zoomed out.

"You can't afford to find out. You're hurting me!"

"Kun!?"

I can't afford to intercept. Ceilia concentrates all nerves on dodging.

He glanced at his body so much that a severe pain ran on his spine as he bounced backwards with his legs about to snap.

"Huh!"

"Ya......!

A short ripped voice exhales and Raydor beckons the slaughter.

A pitch-black sword passes right in front of Ceilia's face, which has become a shrimp. For a moment, if the evasion was slow, he could have had his neck amputated.

"[Instant Thunder]!

We need to get back to position as soon as possible - Ceilia activates the protection of the Holy Sword while being hunted down in such a hurry.

The body of the princess in the armor of Mithril disappears and moves instantly to the rear a dozen meters.

"I'll keep the battle for today! I'll be sure to borrow this one day... Ah?

"Idiot! You can't let him get away with this!

Ceilia retreated outside of Raydor's time, but she was stunned to see the unexpected sight and open her eyes.

A black disc is looming in front of Ceilia.

No, not a disc. It was a single sword that flew as it rotated at a terrible speed.

Beyond the approaching sword, as if it were a guillotine blade, was Raidor in a posture who threw something. There is no Holy Sword Der Inslave in that hand.

(Want to throw!? Holy sword!?)

Such an idiot. There was an irrational scream on Ceilia's head that was confused.

There are fools in every world who throw their treasures at their enemies.

Does this man have no respect for legendary weapons!?

"Hey, fly. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Raydor, who without hesitation threw Darin Slave, screamed as he peeled out his pointed octagonal teeth.

For Raydor, the Holy Sword Der Inslave was a more reliable partner than anyone else, but at the same time the perpetrator who decisively drove his life crazy. As flat as throwing for victory.

"Nguuuuuuu! This whoa-whoa!

Meanwhile, Ceilia and I are not irresistible.

Though he has been spared an unexpected attack, he still desperately tries to take the enemy's attack.

Momentary Travel moves - [Instant Thunder] once used, it cannot be used again without putting cool-time down.

The only way to prevent a fleshy blade while spinning is no longer the sword in your own hand.

"Ku!!"

Klausorus is thin and thinly shaped more than once compared to Darinslave.

The mass of the spinning Darinslave is no longer the same as that of an iron mass, which is not very much, but is not acceptable.

The two holy swords overlapped each other, trying to connect with each other, and were flown backwards.

"Haaaaaaaaaa!"

"Heh, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!?"

A shadow falls on the face of Ceilia, who has lost the Holy Sword. It is naturally Raydor who jumped in with the sun on his back.

Both Raydor and Ceilia have lost the Holy Sword. The means of attack taken by the unarmed Raydor was............ just a flying kick.

Raidor, who danced heavenly high, kicks Ceylia's abdomen as she rushes through the momentum.

"Kaha......!

The Mithril armor that Ceilia is wearing never broke by the blow, but still can't kill it until the shock.

Ceilia's body turns to the letter 'Ku' and is blown backwards in momentum. I bounce the ground like a ball over and over and finally stop.

Slowly throwing his limbs out and falling. Ceilia didn't even move with Pickle and seemed to have completely lost her mind.

"Empire Empress Sailia von Alsline. Holy Sword Holder Raydor Zain takes over!

Raydor picks up Darinslave, raises it in heaven, and proclaims it high. Wah cheered from soldiers in the Royal Army.

"Oh......"

"Oh no... Your Royal Highness..."

Soldiers of the opposing Imperial Army raise their voices of despair and kneel to the ground.

The Imperial Army, which lost its position and also lost the Holy Sword Holder, no longer had anyone to fight for.

The Kingdom of Zayn and the Alsline Empire.

The battle between the two Holy Sword holders brought the curtain down to the victory of the Royal Army.