She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

One hundred and forty

Whenever Halvard is waved, a wild storm is created. Cyril dives through it with a handsome figure and runs his sword sharply.

The repeated sword strikes of two, three, and four degrees increased sharpness each time, even if disputed by the aftermath of the storm.

And at last it sounds as intense as a bursting sound. Cyril gradually increased his strength and finally unleashed a blow all over his body.

"Nooo...!

The shock of Cyril's sword alone makes the armored king's body dance heavily into the universe. But while it was still in place, when the king of armor, who had been retracted for a long time, landed on both feet, he looked at the shallow scar engraved on the shoulder mouth of the armor and laughed.

"That one was inside. I didn't expect to scratch this armor. Captain of Ecalato Carillon, that's more than I expected...... But still, my victory is unshakeable."

Reasons for confidence shown by the Armor King. As he spoke, the wounds on his armor disappeared without a trace.

"Auto repair is finally a balance breaker."

In addition to what can be considered the strongest defense, the effect of the wound being repaired naturally. If it had been in the game age, it would have definitely broken the perfect balance of battle-related performance.

"Have you understood, too? This overwhelming power." What drives the world beyond this is our technological ability to create a force far beyond our imagination. "

Using the power of the Spirit, the technique of chimeric closen. All the Armor King said, and it certainly had just the potential to turn the world upside down.

But that is by no means acceptable.

"No, you don't understand. You don't need to rob someone forever in the future, like technology that makes them sacrifice themselves."

Cyril clearly slashes away the words of the armored king, pointing the cutting edge of the sword in his hand at the shoulder mouth of the man. And, at that moment, the high and intense metal noise rang and the armored king danced through the universe again.

"Nooo!

The armored king, who managed to land while losing his posture, stares at the shoulder mouth of the armor as impressed. There was a deeper scar engraved there than earlier. But the restoration has already begun, and after a few moments, it will regain the same shine as new.

"Ooh, ooh, I see. This is the famous' blade chase '. It's called" Cyril the Blade of Pursuit. "So it's your true pinnacle. I see. It's the first time I've seen it with this eye. This is really better than listening. But I'm sorry."

"Blade Pursuit", known to the public as Cyril's Special Attack. Even that ended with some scratches, the armor king shouted and laughed without a scream.

"Disclosure" is the generic term for power that can be exercised by refining the fighting spirit. One of them is called 'Pursuit'. The effect is to follow an attack launched, and another strike, an invisible attack, occurs.

It's about the middle of the junior year, and since you can expect two rounds of damage in a single attack, it's a common thing that everyone in the runaway warrior class would have used.

However, this pursuit was hard on fast moving enemies because it occurs in the same place at jet lag, and by the time they stepped in advanced, it was no longer used for other reasons such as the availability of useful "revelations".

But some people continue to use this wide world, 'Pursuit'. That's Cyril.

Cyril has succeeded in thoroughly exploring and working out "Pursuit" and raising it to the Special Zone. It freely adjusts the time difference at which the pursuit occurs, amplifies the power, and even occurs to the point where the sword touches it.

The 'pursuit' he used was no longer much out of the elementary boundaries and had already set foot in the realm of masters. That and this were the fruits of decades of drilling.

The armored king prevented such a masterful Cyril from striking a special blow. The armor he wears far exceeds the spiritual weaponry that Gregorius wore when he did it with Mira, and is a substitute that would be good as one of the points of arrival for defensive specialization. And now its strength has been demonstrated to a big man named Cyril. It won't be impossible for an executive man to be proud of himself.

"Well, how far can you carry it?"

When the man, convinced of the victory, slammed a piece of the ceiling, he waved Halvard just saying it was the last stuffing. Then the wind roars and blows, and a small debris that collapses towards Cyril flies in like a bullet.

"This is troublesome."

Though restricted by the wind, Cyril slashes it flying off, or rushes out slowly as he shrugs himself.

"Oh, do you want to outdo this!

As he intercepted, the armored king unleashed two, three blows and a collapsed ceiling and rubble. In contrast, neither the boulder Cyril can turn head-on against the storm created by the power of the Spirit, and he rushes across the wind stream. And multiplied by the wind slice and stepped forward.

"It's my turn next."

Diving through the storm zone, he slid himself inside Halvard's interval. No, Cyril ran sharply through the sword in his hand.

"Noooo! It's still early. You can't see through it."

The slaughter of Cyril, which is carried out with rage, the slaughtering, the cutting, the cutting. It splashes a fierce treble and spark every time it crashes into the armor of the armor king, wearing scratches on the armor from ten to dozens.

The armored king couldn't follow Cyril's movements with his eyes, waving Halvard to be flirted with, but was not in a hurry to see how it looked. Because the overwhelming defense of armor, where self-repair begins from the wounded end, wipes away any pain and the fear that the blade can be turned.

That means you don't have to worry about protection. The Armor King can use all his powers to attack.

"But can we get away with this!

After endless slaughter, the armored king swung Halvard greatly. Then the storm, which had so far only blown through in one direction, arcs and eventually begins to circle around trying to shape the circle.

narrow indoors, yet it was certainly a tornado. It was the wind of tyranny that revolved around the man and Cyril, enclosing all the scattered debris, that blocked all exits.

"What about the wind cage?"

Cyril glances around as he slashes his head, arms, torso, hips, legs, and all over the man's body without any difficulty. Seen, the vortex of the wind was gradually narrowing its radius. The amount of rubble that flies violently is enormous, and if it got caught up, it would not spare the casualties.

"Exactly. Like you, it's a constant victory and undefeated move to slaughter a lump."

A cage of wind that involves itself and destroys everything. Armor King laughs proudly as he continues to wield Halvard even if he doesn't hit it.

No one can withstand the wind created by the power of the Spirit. But for a man dressed in iron-walled armor, it is also tantamount to a breeze. That's why it's a move.

"Sure. In addition to its protection, this power. It's not easy to break down."

Cyril makes his sword run even sharper in the storm that rolls back. The tone of the sword strike echoing between the wind's bursts finally increased its intensity.

The wounds engraved on the armor go deeper. Finally, the armored king frowned depressingly at the impact of the sword being struck all over his body.

"I'm persistent!

Halvard's trajectory suddenly accelerates when the armored king shouts so with his temper. The speeds of its tips were so many times as far as they had ever been, that it attacked Cyril precisely. The narrowing force of the tornado is helping Halvard move.

Cyril immediately draws his sword and recieves the impending blade. When the red sparks were scattered by intense clashes, they simultaneously disappeared wind-wrapped.

The armored king restarts Hulbert and laughs.

"That's a horrible sword. I'm surprised you could make it this far again."

Raging Sword Strike. Cyril was sharpening his armor at a sword speed that the armor king was only in a hurry. However, in just a few moments after turning that sword to defense, the armor will be restored again as if it were new.

"But it's over for nothing"

If you stop Cyril at all, the armor won't be destroyed. And then the vortex of the wind will put an end to it. Just wait. Because you've figured out that you're all set to win all the time, the voice of the armor king crosses with joy.

"As my rule of thumb goes, the moment you're sure you win with your head is the best time to be caught off guard."

To such an armored king, Cyril made him laugh. Moreover, the tone is so calm that it can be seen that it is not the attitude of those in distress.

"Now what kind of joke is that?

I'm sorry to hear that advice honestly, but the other guy is Cyril, that Ecalato Carillon leader. The armored king rebuilds without gaps and looks straight at Cyril.

Is there any way to say that? I had a hunch about that, Armor King, but from what I've seen, Cyril's condition is no different than it was earlier. There is no change in signs, temper, attitude, breath, all of it.

"I don't know what you're hiding, but when this wind closes (...), it's your end. That won't change anything."

The wind wall already has a radius of not more than five meters. It is still narrowing, and within less than a minute the safety zone will be able to disappear. The wind that winds backwards around is making a roar as if to stir. Nevertheless, Cyril turned to the Armor King with only one slice of the sword with a cold smile on his hand, without changing his expression.

"When the wind closes, is it? By then, you'll have settled for sure. With your defeat."

"You seem very confident. But beyond this period, you won't be able to get your hands or feet anymore. Your tracking blade can be dealt with adequately with this armor. What you do best can be fully demonstrated in a storm."

King Armor tells Cyril to check somewhere, pale mouthed without breaking his expression. There's no way a defensive specialty armor can beat a single sword, even though it can be scratched somewhat.

"I can't get my hands or feet out, rather, I don't need them anymore, but you're right. I'm already ready."

"What...!?"

I still can't tell if it's true. But at this point, the armored king had been swallowed by Cyril's words.

A spiritual weapon of war that has slaughtered numerous powerful enemies. I wear it, but I can afford it. The performance of the armor still makes it an overwhelming advantage.

But in the present situation, where the victory is ready to rock, the opponent does not float one haste and even an attitude as if he is certain of the victory. The Armor King was the first time he had dealt with such a person and his heart was shaken.

Then the chronic mind disappears, happy or unhappy, and at the same time realizes the meaning of the preparation that Cyril has spoken of.

"What if... in one blow..."

The word, whimpered by the armored king, was terribly vague, something that got no guidelines at all. But the armored king clearly understood Cyril's intentions.

Shortly afterwards, Cyril's eyesight increases sharpness. Stepping into that momentary gap where the armored king was slightly upset, Cyril protrudes his sword.

"Exactly. Not a single blade has been activated yet."

Though the tip of the sword devoured the armor king's shoulder, the armor of absolute defense prevented the blade from advancing any further.

But the next moment, the drawn trajectory of Cyril's sword, all of it flashes again.

[End Blade (Tsukijin) - Silver Spirit White Night "Ginley Bitter Ya"]

That is truly the flash of an instant. Hundreds of unseen slaughters were simultaneously expressed and attacked the king of armor.

To the armored opponent of the iron wall, a blow of Cyril that left a scar. That's all it takes to "chase the blade" and wear armor at the same time.

Instantly aggregated slaughter. Too much force interfered with each other in multiple ways, producing white light.

Shortly afterwards, something plays and sounds like it's crushed. Super heavy armor, which should boast an absolute defense, smashed and scattered so that it could be bounced.

"Gu......!

The armored king raises his distressed voice and removes Halvard. On its shoulder, the sword of Cyril was deeply stabbed, and at the earliest its arm had been completely killed.

"Now you're settled."

Thanks to the fact that the armor received almost all of the 'blade chase', the armor king still had breath, but its body, which lay from the front to the ground, was no longer in a decent state to fight. Cyril looks down at the armored king and mouths, picking up Halvard and squeezing away. Then instantly the wind stopped, and the rubble scattered on the floor, making a grumpy noise.

"I didn't know there was such a move... I didn't hear it..."

The armored king, who grumbled like a grudge, collapses powerless, even as he tries to wake up his body with his trembling arms.

Cyril, head of the Ecalato Carillon. Along with its name, information such as combat style is also widely spread. One of the "revelations," he said, was the one who praised "pursuit."

Cyril with a chase blade. Whoever sees that sword speaks of a chase wind faster than the wind ripping the enemy apart with a blow (...) more intense than lightning. Another witness also tells him that it was an overly sharp blow (...).

Yes, it's a blow. When Cyril runs the blade with all his might, his' Blade Pursuit 'exerts the power of a single hit. So everyone talks about Cyril's martial arts, which were aggregated into a single blow.

But the truth is, the whole story was only a fraction of Cyril's sword.

"I don't usually show this in public. I only use it when I need extra death or special kills."

"It makes sense... you don't know. Is this… a force that cannot be exceeded by weapons?"

The man also laughed constantly in his breath and rolled on his back.

"Well, there seems to be some kind of testimony, so I'll let you have it tied up."

Saying, Cyril stands Halvard against the wall, operates the bracelet type terminal with his free hand and opens the item box. to take out the captive cloth stored there.

It was right after that.

"Nooo!

A man shook his still moving arm wide and threw a bar-shaped black object at Cyril. Then it changed its shape and spread like a net the moment it left its hand.

Black nets big enough to cover everything from ceiling to floor. That was the trump card that the Armor King had hidden until the end. A cage of iron walls, which plays not even the blade of any famous sword, cannot be torn by any technique, and deprives those who capture it there of their freedom.

"This is..."

"The moment I was sure of the victory with my head, was it? I'll give you that word back!

Cyril jumped out of his way. But the black cage was a really vicious trump card, once it was aimed, but in the end, chased everywhere.

"Black...... Did you use it here?"

But at the next moment, by Cyril, who waved his sword in a pale tone, the cage flew a thousand pieces, scattered on the floor.

"Oh my..."

Iron wall armor. And an absolute trump card. The armored king, both of whom were torn by no complete skin, stares at Cyril with just a flashing look.

"It's an effect surface"

A black net that was emitting obviously heterogeneous signs. It was a special weapon made from processed black fog stone. The weapons in the 'Silver Decadence' series handed out by Kagra as a measure of this. The effect is as seen, and no signs of heterogeneity already remain fine dust.

Cyril stares at the pure white sword in his hand after glancing at the remains of the dust and disappearing net, groaning as if he were truly impressed.

Then Cyril fainted and restrained the armored king as he was told, and Halvard retrieved it as it was and walked out toward the door.

"Notwithstanding all that slapping, isn't there one blade ruined"

A pure white sword struck hundreds on iron wall armor. But the blade is as smooth as unused. Cyril pulled out the sword he had put in his sheath once now and said, "Keep it up, will you," he groaned quite seriously.