Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

The sound sounds. It's the sound of two metals hitting each other.

Justy takes the sword that Raydor waves down with a spear pattern.

The slaughter struck down is strong, heavy and sharp. But Justy's thick muscles thrived to take the full attack vigorously.

"Mum!"

"Whoa!?"

On the contrary, Justy plays Raydor with one hand and pushes him back.

Raydor kicks the ground twice, three times and kills the momentum as he flies backwards and is returned to the position where he was first standing before finally stopping.

And he hoisted his lips with praise for the man who showed unmatched rigidity.

"That's just stupid! You'll charm me!

"Not yet! Your Highness, Raydor!

Now Justy kicked the ground and fleshed to Raydor.

Rotate the spear wide enough to unleash a blow of horizontal giraffe along with centrifugal force.

Raydor lowered his posture and dived into Justy's nose as if he were about to prune his neck.

"Huh!"

Raydor sees the sword from below.

As the swallow ascends from the ground sleigh into the sky, a sweeping slash is unleashed on Justy's neck.

"Exactly...!

It was a sword that was thought to slash his neck as it was, but Justy took the slaughter with a small metal hand.

Keep holding the sword and try to catch it, but before that, Raydor kicks in the armored torso and flies back.

"Gu......"

"Danger, danger... no alarm, no gap."

Justy steps back with a kicked shock.

If they had grabbed the sword as it was, they would have sealed his movements and now it might have been pierced with spears.

Raydor, who escapes difficulty at Ayami, carefully observes the movement without daring to add pursuit to Justy, who is slightly disfigured.

Justy also regains his posture vigilantly, without losing sight of Raydor again.

Raydor and Justy rang again and stared straight at each other.

Just about a minute after the duel began. The two relate again in the form of a rearrangement.

Both slaughters unleashed by both sides in a series of attacks are Special. If it is eaten properly, it is such a power that its neck or limbs will be slashed off.

Neither Raydor nor Justy seem to be doing anything about it.

There is not hatred.

It's not like there's a root cause.

Still, the two warriors hit each other's weapons head-on, as they measure each other's power.

When, it's not strange which one dies.

For the first time in such a battle, the surrounding humans watching the duel had forgotten to breathe and sipped solidly.

"It's been a long time since I've felt pleasant, my lord Raydor. That's right, you're just going to be chosen for the Holy Sword instead of your brother king!

"I didn't like it and I wasn't chosen... now it's the same for both"

In response to Justy's praise shrugging his shoulders, Raydor can put his strength into his right hand.

"I'm having fun too, I won't deny that. So...... I'm just gonna go for real!

"Mm...?

Black spirits overflow from Raydor's hands.

The temper covers the sword so that the water creeps in, painting the pitch black and solidifying it.

"The Curse Sword Fight: Scorpion!"

Raydor flipped his right hand and let go of the poke.

The distance was too open for a spike to hit, but the black chi released from the tip of the sword stretched like a whip and hit Justy.

It was the blade of the curse that was released.

It is a martial arts craftsmanship created in our fashion by Raydor to cross with monsters on the border.

"Magic Sword......!

Opposite Justy slammed the spear stone bump to the ground with his right hand as he pushed up his misaligned glasses with his left hand.

"'Stone Wall'!

Moment after moment, a stone wall emerged trying to protrude from the ground in front of Justy.

The magic sword unleashed by Raydor hit the stone wall and shredded the walls galloping - eventually becoming countless black grains and vanishing.

The ragged and stone walls collapse and an intact Justy emerges from beyond.

"... Speaking of which, Sven said it too. You can use magic, too."

"I haven't had a chance to use it in action. No, I should say I can't make it around with enough strong enemies to let me use it"

"Ha, then, for once, come to the dense forest on the border. You can fight a monster so strong that you don't have time to spare."

"Well, that's fascinating...... but"

Justy squeezes the spear pattern with both hands and swings it wide up.

And now he slammed the tip side to the ground.

"It's better to defeat you first - 'Running the Ground'!

"Whoa!?"

The ground slammed on the spear breaks, and the fragments become countless stone rubble and descend into Raydor.

Apparently it was the same on Justy's side wearing the magic sword of ranged attack.

Raydor kicks the ground and flies sideways, avoiding stone bullets.

The stone debris released by Justy is only the size of the pinkie finger earlier, one shot at a time.

But it was unleashed in large quantities beyond counting. That must get holes all over your body if you eat it from the front.

"Ouch......! You'll do it...!

Raydor rolled down the ground, chewing down his back teeth and roaring.

A bullet that was completely impenetrable pierced his shoulder, slightly bleeding.

"Are you the magic warrior of the whole offense? You're a real pain in the ass."

Apparently, Justy was a magic warrior who specializes in attributes of 'land'.

Territorial attributes are the most balanced in both attack and defense. Due to the overwhelmingly large mass in the groundwater firewind, the defense is stiff and the attack is heavy.

He was a warrior using magic as well, but in a very different battle style than Raydor, who is biased towards a special attack called a curse.

"It is an honor to praise His Highness, the Holy Sword Holder. But you're not gonna surrender or anything!

"Naturally!

Raydor lays down his sword and puts in his magic.

Justy puts up a spear and puts his magic into it.

"The Cursed Sword Fight: The Ending Serpent (Yormungand)!"

"" Ground Walk/Pole "!

The two attacks were unleashed simultaneously.

A pitch-black storm at the time of the serpent released from Raydor's sword. It is the slaughter of a curse that once swallowed hundreds of Imperial soldiers at Fort Blaine.

Because I don't have Darinslave in my hand, it's smaller one or two times than what I once unleashed at Fort Blaine. Still, it was an easy size, such as eating up one Justy.

The opposing Justy slammed the spear to the ground and flew the stone debris again.

What makes it different from earlier is the size of the debris. One bullet at a time was as big as a fist when it was released from a spear filled with magic all over it.

Dozens to hundreds of bullets piercing the impending black serpent that are likely to smash to the bone if struck.

"Ku......!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!?"

The moment the rock bullet hit, the black serpent burst wide.

A pitch-black wind winds up into heaven creating an upward airflow, screaming from those who watched the duel in the blowing wind.

"'Stone Wall'......!

Justy made a stone wall and cling, hiding himself from the black storm.

Raydor runs his gaze out of the shadow of the wall wondering what happened, but you can't see him interrupted by a black storm.

Stick with a spear on the ground and focus on overcoming even the impact.

"Ku... this power without the Holy Sword is still the one to be afraid of...!

Bite down your back teeth for more than a dozen seconds to endure. Eventually the storm stopped.

Justy came out of the shadow of the stone wall and sighed deeply.

"Oh man, he does something unscrupulous when he says there are people around him. Think of it as someone else's mansion and do whatever you want...... hmm?

Justy glanced around for a moment and tilted his neck.

It was the garden of the Viscount Oygist mansion, but the damage seemed mild to mind.

Plants may have fallen, but the building doesn't look broken.

What about human damage, although the dueling audience had butts on the ground or groaned and trembled, no one was likely to have been heavily injured.

The slaughter unleashed by Raydor was a wind of curse, but I don't see anyone seriously damaged by the curse either.

(... did you dare weaken the curse and break the weight of power into causing a huge wind? No, wait...!

That is not the problem.

There are more problems to be concerned with than the size of the damage.

"Your Highness... where!?"

Running his gaze sharply around, but Raydor's appearance was nowhere.

I'll observe carefully if he's even hiding in the shadow of a fallen tree, but he didn't even look like he was lurking somewhere.

"Disappeared... where the hell...?

"Cursed Sword Fighting..."

"Huh...!?"

An ominous melody shivers the eardrum. In the chills that freeze his spine, Justy looks up to Gabari and heaven.

At the end of the gaze I looked up - there was just a high above Justy's head looking at Raydor.

"No matter how much, you can't build a stone wall over your head, can you?

Spreading his black temper like a wing, Raydor stands in heaven and looks down at Justy.

A refined magic gathers in his right hand, dyeing his sword in pitch black.

"Become... No way...!?"

An earlier magic bump. It was a curse storm unleashed by Raydor, but its purpose is not to defeat Justy.

The sincerity was to wind up the rising airflow, and Raydor was jumping on the wind that could wind up in the sky and rising heavenly high.

Justy rushes to put up a spear and try to prepare for an attack from above, but before that, Raydor shook his sword tip down towards Justy.

"" Scorpio "!

"Guh......!

A pitch-black spike falls like a lightning bolt and pierces Justy's shoulder.

Unlike the storm earlier, a giant covered in armor slowly leans in a blow with plenty of curse.

The glasses came off polarized, and Justy fell to the ground with severe paralysis and chills and lost his mind.