Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Be a fool! This can't stop happening!

The captain of the covert unit twitches at the irrational sight in front of him.

Despite the flames of genocide that have manifested hell, Raydor standing in front of him has not borne one of the burns.

On the contrary, they don't have a single burn mark on their clothes.

I couldn't accept reality and I couldn't help but freak out.

"A double chant of the finest magic - isn't it brilliant magic? I'm afraid so."

The captain is scratching his face with his nails and making a scene. Ignoring such a noisy man, Raydor turns his gaze to 'Fire Eating Birds'.

It would also sound disgusting if an intact man spoke, but it was a heartfelt praise to be put into Raydor's words.

'Fire Eating Birds' used a hell of a high level of flame magic, but the fire hasn't ignited the building. What's more, there was no way the fire even moved into the wooden boxes of firewood and oil piled inside the warehouse.

Raydor was also just roaring for the magical manipulation of "Fire Eating Birds," which is precisely controlled not to burn anything but the target while unleashing the magic of so much power.

"... here's what I feared, Your Highness Brother Wang"

But "Fire Eating Birds" apparently received Raydor's praise as irony, covering his face with his hands and looking up to heaven.

"It didn't look like you used the power of the Holy Sword, but did you just twist it down with a little magic?

"Well, you got it."

"I didn't want to know, but hey, if you can..."

"Fire Eating Birds" sighed tirelessly.

Raydor hasn't used magic or anything, and he hasn't even pulled out the Holy Sword.

There's only one thing Raydor did to prevent the magic of the flames.

It was all about being thoughtful and emitting magic at all costs.

(No way... I didn't expect you to squash my fire just because you smashed a huge amount of magic. Oh, you're really losing confidence)

"Fire Eating Birds" unleashed a magical flame. That is, fire created by magic.

Theoretically, then, we can offset it with the same magic, but that was a terribly fuel-efficient means.

By analogy, it is like trying to extinguish an exhale rather than watering or sanding it to extinguish a fireworks.

(I don't know how much magic can do that. I feel like I'm even challenging God and the devil)

By the time he was a court magician, he was one of the kingdom's finest magic powers, "Fire Eating Birds," but even with him it was too light to put him on the same scale as Raidor's magic powers.

That would make as much difference between a candle fire and a volcanic fire.

"Surrender. Surrender, surrender! I surrender!

No longer vain to deal with, 'Fire Eating Birds' sat up on the spot, giving up to face Raydor early.

Although I had decided to be ready to die once, for the monster in front of me, I wouldn't even be as handicapped as sand and dust, such as my readiness to die.

Then there's no point in fighting for nothing.

Cook if you want, and do as you like.

"Hih, 'Fire Eating Birds'!? Are you going to betray me!

To the surrender of their highest power, the captain of the covert forces screams biting.

"Because hey, captain. My collection of 30 years of magician life has been wiped out so lightly, huh? How could I not burn His Royal Highness?"

"Still a secret from the royal family!? Don't you have any benevolence and loyalty to the royal family?"

"Hey? I just got here because I fired my previous job. I owe you no favor or favor."

"Ki, you......!

"Fire Eating Birds" laughs hella while dressed with his ass on the floor.

The captain floated blue on his forehead and tried to turn his blade towards the traitor in front of him.

"Besides... I don't think I'm the only one with a pounding heart?

"Is...?

When the captain looked back with a decent face, other covert unit operatives were sitting out of battle.

Some hold their heads, some shudder blindly, and some pray to God with their hands together.

By the way, it's the end of those who give up living and chant the sentence of resignation.

The operatives had all already lost their will to war and had let go of their weapons.

"You guys ahhhhhh! I don't know what to do! Kneeling in front of enemies and such......!

"I'm impressed with your loyalty. Not everyone can give their souls to loyalty."

"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! Get up, get up! We are a flourishing Royal Secret Service! The shadow of a king who will not be allowed to defeat! That's so unusual...!?"

Bushli, and a damp noise rang.

As the captain lowered his gaze to the sound generated right beside him, the tip of the pitch-black sword was popping out of his chest.

A little late, the red stain dyes the jacket the captain was wearing

"I think I could have won without pulling out the Holy Sword, but I salute your loyalty. I hope he dies with this sword."

"but haha..."

"I was a waste of loyalty to that stupid brother. You are."

I pulled through Darinslave, where Raydor was stabbing the captain in the back.

The captain, freed from the blade of the Holy Sword, falls fluttered to the ground, and the red puddle spreads onto the floor of the rental warehouse.

"... you were a loud boss, but I didn't hate you so much."

Confirming that the captain was doomed, 'Fire Eating Birds' flew countless fluorescent fires with both hands with the meaning of his condolences.