Soul Eater of the Rebellion

Every time a sword and a sickle are struck together, a metal sound echoes through my ears.

The number of recurring sword rakes was about to reach fifty over forty, but the intensity of the attack and defense did not fade, but rather the ferocity increased with each time.

Pope Sophia is now a winged alien with countless eyes, ears, and mouths clinging to her body. Even so, the identity of the other is the immortal king who lived three hundred years. Besides, I exercised my Divine Descent to get even the power of the Fantasy Seeds. Naturally, there was no caution or fine dust.

However, I was still surprised by this enemy. The Pope did not use any ceremony, and he did not expect to see each other as "warriors" head-on.

While waving vertically and horizontally a pitch-black scythe reminiscent of the Shinigami, the force of kicking and leaping on the ground was comparable to that of a superior bannerman.

Of course, I haven't been pushed all the time. Reflecting the enemy's attack and turning it into a counterattack, the Pope takes the full blow from the Soul Eater's Heartbeat painlessly, making it impossible for him to rock. It felt like I was slamming my sword against a thick wall.

If you can't break down with force, even if you keep hitting the hoof, you'll be struck back with a graceful body judgment. The Pope's battle, combining strength, speed and elegance, seemed to be dancing.

- It's hard to do.

I groan in my heart.

Each movement is strong, fast, skillful, and each hand that comes out is always a stone to the next action. Therefore, whether you attack or defend, there is no delay. Its vibrant linkage brings a sense of elegance to what is supposed to be a boneless battle act, and it doesn't stop attracting viewers.

I was reminded of a bannerman for the first time in a battle that sublimated a militant to a dance. The face of the former daughter-in-law, who was hailed as a dancing princess, fills her head.

The next moment.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The gruesomely sharp sound of the blade broke the timeless mind.

After avoiding the swinging sickle in a dangerous place, I try to fly back and distance myself from the opponent. However, the Pope, aiming for the moment of distraction, immediately moved into pursuit and filled the gap.

The unstoppable mortar is reminiscent of the high-speed method of fantasy single-sword flow.

When I grabbed the enemy's sickle with my heart raised, I felt the impact of being hit by an iron lump. Decide that it's impossible to parry, and bite your back teeth to counter the opponent's heavy pressure.

"---!!"

"......!"

The silent mood bursts from each other's mouths, and the Pope and I clash our gaze at a close distance.

The Pope saw it as a place to fight, and he pushed the sickle with his magic gushing from his entire body. I relieved myself at once by pretending that I could put even more effort into fighting it.

The sudden collapse of the equilibrium prompts the Pope to go forward.

I didn't miss it, I swapped bodies with the Pope and went around behind the scenes. Then, I slashed into the opponent's back.

It is a blind spot and a hit from a close range. This would definitely have been the end of the line of enemies. However, the countless eyes that floated on the Pope's body accurately captured my movements, and the Pope swung his sickle without turning towards me and bounced back in a fatal flash.

Not only that, but I also used the sickle that I launched to defend against them to use it as a counterattack, and in return, hit them with an intense horizontal beating.

When I sank my torso to avoid it, a fatal blade rushed through my hair and just above my head. After the opponent's counterattack, I immediately flew backwards, and now it was time to distance myself from the Pope.

- It's hard to do.

While measuring distance from the enemy, I thought the same thing was stronger than before.

Looking at the opponent with a steep expression, the Pope flinches his mouth somewhere (with pleasure).

"Fufu, you can see the surprise in your eyes. I didn't think I could fight this far, did I?”

"... you're absolutely right. Is that the power of a fantasy seed?" Or is it dragon power? "

"Both are different. This is a technique that I cultivated when Sophia Azurite was a human. As a phantom burial spirit, I had to go forward and wield a weapon to get along with the fantasy species.”

Sophia smiled tiny, as if she had noticed something.

"At that time, it was the ancestors of the Imperial Sword Family who crafted the fantasy sword style." If you think about it, you might be my younger brother's disciple. "

If you're going to pull off your siblings and disciples, I'd like you to show off one of the secret swords that were handed down directly from our ancestors.

Keep an eye on the behavior of the opponent while saying that there is no good.

In my heart, I was deeply wary of the Pope. Because I can't see what the Pope wants when he's here.

At first, I thought you were going to kill me or use artifacts to separate me from the Soul Eaters, but I don't feel any hostility or murderous intent.

That might mean that he was fighting inadvertently, but he who was fighting inadvertently would not slap his apprentice in the mouth.

I can't tell what I was thinking from the bottom of my heart, while showing off a gorgeous battle that was so blindfolding. That reminded me of my former wife, and I crooked my lips.

--It makes sense that it's hard to do. It doesn't go well with the persistent azurite.

With that in mind, the Pope raised his mouth pleasantly while holding his sword.

"If you want a secret sword, it's not as if you're being stingy." But before I do, I just want to warn you. "

Warning?

"When I was being touched, I still hadn't finished my fantasy sword flow." Therefore, what I learned is a technique that became the prototype of the fantasy sword. However, it is more rough than a fantasy sword that has been sharpened and polished only to conquer the fantasy species, so it is more rough than a fantasy sword that has been crafted with the intention of passing it on to future generations. "

So please be careful.

That said, the Pope, who had been fighting without having a good stance until then, took a clear stance for the first time.

It was a side stance in swordsmanship. With his right foot halfway down, he stands with his body diagonal to the enemy, and leans on his right hip with the sickle, which is his prize.

Somehow it resembled when the swordsman unleashed his sword. If I were to compare it to you, it would be the position when you unleashed a puzzle or a void.

― ― It was only so easy to analyze it.

"Grrrr!?"

The air was trembling. The beating of the Pope's power makes my skin tremble and tremble.

I dropped my hips and took the defensive position with all my strength. Your instincts are alarming you if you don't.

The Pope's quiet voice shook his ears.

Illusory burial-type madness.

― ― (say hello), and.

I felt such a sound in my ear.

The next moment I thought so, my body was soaring up in the sky. There was no defense, no alarm, no meaning. Without even the sensation of enduring, they are pulled off the ground and thrown into the cosmos.

It is impossible to build a scaffold with silk, and it is flirting with the wind like the leaves of a tornado. A bone called a bone in the whole body was turning, and my limbs were about to tear apart. Well, maybe it's already torn. The wind pressure was so intense that I felt it was harsh on my whole body.

There is a constant roar in my ears, and my vision is twisting and turning, and I don't know which way I'm facing. In the confusion that seemed to let go of her consciousness, the voice sounded strangely clear.

"Illusion Funeral -"

When it was approaching, the figure of the pope waving a scythe was reflected in his vision.

The Pope's next move was at the same time as I put my mind to it.

Seismic form [Katakana] [Kamikata]

A thunderbolt of lightning dyed his vision pure white.

Immediately after that, I was slammed into the ground with a terrible impact.