Sword of the Philosopher

As Oldia put it, the demons take the form of riots to storm forcefully. Are the dragons moving passively while attacking with braces and the like - from the enemy, be alert to assault and see how it goes?

"If we keep this up, Nostor will come close"

In the battlefield, I squeal the spear I magically created. Demon quality has improved compared to the battle the other day, but it's perfectly fine.

Slightly rear, Lesbail and Oldia. Both are fighting, but Oldia is particularly struggling to come here.

By simultaneously attacking the Five Demons, the level seemed slightly lower than in the game. But the fact that he is able to fight this far may have prompted him to grow rapidly - that he fought on the battlefield.

- By the way, the power of Oldia's sword is grasped by the Demon King, but the power of the wise man who sleeps in him acts greatly and increases his power... When he exercised the power of the sword in the game, the Demon Clan's reaction was surprising on every occasion. His presence is therefore a no-mark.

'You're high. He too.'

Gark speaks as if he were in tune with my thoughts. After I answered briefly, "Well," I snapped a spear - into my sight, and captured the demon clan.

There you go.

Five Demonic Nostores - a fallen angel with black wings, with black flames rising as well as wings from a long sword in his hand. The deep face of the sculpture, which is even more reminiscent of the sculpture, is distinguished by its unorganized qualities distinct from those of humans, and looks enough to make people feel terrified.

When he sees me, he marches with the demons. I look out for them as I wipe out all the enemies around me.

Suddenly the enemy retreats when he tries to defeat the nearby demon. When I thought it was Nostor's instructions - the Five Demons finally came before me.

"You've been rambling me a long time, human"

A compelling, captivating voice.

But it's over here, too.

"You mean you're gonna take me down?

"Exactly"

A confident response. So I shrugged my shoulders.

"... if you know what I'm capable of, it seems like you can't win alone"

"Don't think of it, man"

The voice was more or less equipped with anger. It just didn't seem like it was anger at the defeat of my countrymen, it seemed to me that my attitude had the mocking sentiment of "how easy you are to win".

"What I'm reading is human. No matter how powerful, there are limits."

... It would seem better to be more vigilant if Western and Northern information had arrived, but is it growing because there is a trump card called The Power of the Wise?

"You don't seem like a trap or anything."

Garc's voice. So, are you still looking sweetly at me?

"Ma, no. It doesn't even start when we're arguing."

When I put it that way, I put up a spear.

"Either way, if we fight, we'll find out."

"You're right."

More black flames erupt from the long sword held by Nostor. His usual attack took advantage of that black flame, and he had a high single attack while in the castle. Eat properly and even Oldia will suffer considerable damage today.

I'm behind this. I look out for him while I care about him. Fulfilling...

"Your march here is over."

Declare and Nostor will rush to me. This one shows the interception - I took the slaughter he unleashed with a spear.

Goa - and the flames raise a small explosion. Even if it prevents the sword, it's a bunk by a flaming attack... but I'm not damaged at all. Attempt to fight back.

Flash the spear. Enter the body of Nostoa with a beautiful horizontal giraffe. I put in quite a bit of strength. An executive class may not be exactly a blow, but it should still have done enough damage... without a barrier using the power of the wise.

"No use."

A terribly cold voice. In a moment, strike back and slash.

I'm not sure if I want to take it or avoid it for a moment - I choose to back off. At the same time, Oldia came forward.

"Hmm?"

No way here - and I guess Nostor himself feels it.

"Oldia, have you come to die from yourself"

Nostor tries to respond with ridiculous rhetoric. But Oldia is quicker for a moment.

That little time - indisputably enough time for Oldia to attack.

Oldia's attack is faster than Nostor's. For a moment, power is freed from his gripping sword.

"- This is"

It was a grunted nostore, but the hour was already late. The next moment, Oldia slammed a blow all over him - he blew it.

Nostor didn't collapse like no other, but still stopped moving.

"Pursue or..."

"Wait."

Stop the deviant Ordia. You possessed the power compared to the game, it still doesn't go away. I can see that magic is greatly lost, though.

"... I see you were born in Oldia."

Nostor moves slowly.

"The power of a wise man... Oldia, you must have been his descendant. His Majesty decided it was worth using himself, and he gave it so much power."

I'll thank the Demon King.

Oldia sarcastically. The opposing nostore - the flames emanating from the clenching sword erupted high.

Not yet, humans.

Nostor dares to storm with his voice. It was obvious that it was Tenko's tiger, though a bitter magic poured down here because of the intimidation.

I will take full force from the front. The barrier to the use of the power of the wise still seemed alive, but not as precise as earlier. A full blow would work well enough.

Shortly after trying to unleash a blow of Todome, Oldia comes to the side. As I unleashed the spear, Oldia stepped in and waved her sword down.

Me and his attack went in at the same time. Shortly afterwards, Nostor lost his word - as it were, vanished.

'... that's a pitiful thing'

Gark says. The moment I nodded small enough to agree to it, the power of the wise man was freed and the light appeared in front of me.

Oldia gives it a hand. At the point before the battle begins, he is told whether he can capture the power of the wise. The result is...

The light went to Ordia to be invited, and into its body.

"... now five men have been born who have dwelt in the power of the wise."

I squeal. Lady to Sophia, Eina to Fili. And Oldia...... Sophia entered instead of Alto, the original protagonist, as a result of my battle with salvation.

"Originally, the conditions are now in place to activate the magic of continental collapse. But..."

"Leave it to me."

Gark's words echo his mind. I nod at it, then I look around.

Because Nostor is doomed, or the devil's movements are a lot fragmented. Leave it like this and it will be scattered on all sides. We have to deal with this right away.

"All right, then -"

"Wait, Lord Luon."

Garc spoke out here.

"What's up?

"I'll leave that to the dragons."

"... because the Demon King is close"

"Uhm, we'll be on this plain soon"

In the moment of that word, the dragons begin to destroy the barking demons. The demons, who are no longer in command and confused, will perish easily.

"... you look fine. Then I'll leave it to you."

'Mm-hmm. It's our job from here. Lord Luon, you should be able to grasp the magic in the ground via Resvail. I want you to watch us fight. "

Immediately after that word, there are further enemy shadows on the plains. But there were more overwhelming signs than Nostoa - at last, I thought the Demon King was in front of me, and nature and power came into play.