Sword of the Philosopher

A situation that is obvious from anyone's eyes that it is the last battle. But the fallen angel Villaiser in the front never looked like he'd given up.

No, I can totally grasp this one in my hand and reward it with one arrow - on the contrary, I can also peek inside of me to return this one.

"Sora!

It was Devals who set it up ahead of time. A brilliant poke of fist is unleashed.

Villeser reacted to it, firstly shooting his fist off with a sword. That's not the end of it though, a further counterattack - clearly faster than ever.

"Oops -"

Devals dodged. But it's still not enough, and the blade is about to reach the neck muscle.

"Dear Devals!

That's where Nell went in for cover. Let the light shine and slightly bend the orbit of the pitch-black sword. Thereby Devals succeeded in escaping. Is it still dangerous to attack suddenly?

"Huh!"

I swore first and foremost in a restrained sense. A gap arose with Devals against him, but the villagers nevertheless reacted. The swords fit together or at least become one another.

Nevertheless, the power of Les Bailes poured into my fullness has not disappeared. And Lesbail himself is trying to flank and attack.

Plus, Devals looms too - Devals to the right from me, Resvail to the left.

I can't even deliberately eat and deal with my attacks because they are now well versatile. Yet there must be some damage left earlier.

How do we open it in this situation -? That's what I thought, arrowheads, further distractions overflowed from Villeser's body.

The closest I can get to feeling that temper straight away. For a moment, Devals interrupted the attack, and I ordered Resbail to abort the attack. I immediately lowered back.

"... trump card, rather than throw away"

Look at the current sight, Devals squeals.

"You're totally cutting your life off, aren't you?

"Only by risking your life will you be able to deal with it"

"Well, it's a clear disadvantage. Though, just when they do that, it's tough over here too."

Devals tells him long...... Now, honestly, I don't think this will last long. Bring it into a long battle and no doubt the magic will squeeze.

Well, what we're gonna do - that's what I thought, Arrow Tip, Villeser re-grabbed the sword and moved. The goal is, Resbail!?

"You start with someone you can be sure of defeating!

Devals drives the disease. I'll send instructions to Les Bailes, but I'll keep my position so they can put a sword on me.

Villeser's pitch black captures Les Bailes - but he succeeds in dodging it alone. Still, he stubbornly set his aim, and I broke into it.

My slaughter stops the pitch-black sword. In a moment, I stood around and couldn't even breathe.

But still, I moved my leg forward. Then he bounced back the pitch black and put a sword on his body.

"Let it!

Viraiser plays the sword back with the kind of voice that puts life into itself. It wasn't weird for a counterattack to come here originally, but Devals went in for cover, so Fallen Angels can't focus on the attack either.

That's when I got my eye on Viraiser. Killer eyes like trying to eat me to death. Kakera and I have not lost our will, and we have been thinking about discussing Devals with me.

- Though the enemy, he's just a warrior to keep fighting to the end. I don't want to go so far as to be respectful, but I finally think that there is no shortage as someone to exchange blades with.

Devals' fist pierces the villager. The opponent with a distressed look is forced to turn the aim of the sword into the head of the heavenly realm. Let me cut the meat and break the bone.

But Nell prevented it. You can't let him defeat the length, he uses light to play the pitch black itself exactly.

Until earlier, we were buying time to get away with Nell's attack, but Devals didn't retreat. I decide here - I feel that intention is common, and I approach the fallen angel as I echo.

More piercing fists and blunt motion pitch black. Me and Les Bailes will wield their swords and slaughter them!

The light - far more blurry than ever - wrapped Viraiser's body. From within, he hears a roar, and his temper fogs before his overwhelming power.

"Leon, we're going down once."

Devals instructions. I snort and retreat quickly. Les Bailes and Devals alike fall and the light breaks. I still endured the Villaiser...... but obviously my temper is diminishing and I know the limits are close.

"Master Luon!

So Sophia's voice. If you look outside the barrier, you'll see her and Romilda holding the sword.

"We defeated the demons that were around us! All you have to do is fall angel villaiser!

"Okay, thanks for the report"

"That's why, Villaiser"

A rebuilt Devals told Villaiser.

"We can't even expect backup from the outside. That's stuffy."

"... oh, it seems so"

A statement to admit. But his eyes are never mixed with giving up or anything else.

"But unless I disappear, there will be no battle."

"Sounds like... Luon, what do we do?

"This is for me."

Out front. Villaiser set up a pitch-black sword to respond,

"Come, man"

I'll put up my sword again, too. Whether we meet from the front, or - no matter how we fight, it's definitely our last fight.

So... I opened my mouth.

"It may be angry content for you, but let me just say one word"

"What?"

"... thanks to you. Whatever the way I did it, I established a way I could make you, the Fallen Angel, get enough wounds, and I could be a step stronger."

- Then the edge of Villeser's mouth was distorted. That may have laughed but the change is for a moment. If I noticed, my expression was falling out.

And running out - timing is simultaneous. Not what it was meant to be, but a total coincidence.

At the same time we put each other in between and the slaughter staggers. Now it will not be impending, and we will begin a spectacular meeting.

Whenever this sword and pitch black clash, the sound, temper and magic can be played into the atmosphere. A sword is unleashed at a rate that is not even noticeable, knocking each other off instantly.

Eating all that aggression, I clearly knew the end was near, albeit that Villaiser still had all this power... Gradually, the power of the fallen angel fades. In a few minutes we will go to the limit and the battle will be decided.

You could have waited for that, but I didn't. Raise gear and increase speed even more. Villaiser devours it and vanishes with even more harshness and magic.

- Devals and Sophia were watching the battle. I never caught it in my sight, but I feel it with signs. How did it appear in their eyes after all?

I just would have definitely had a feeling that the time for settlement would come soon. And that was a light visit.

The first thing that was intolerable was the pitch-black sword held by the villagers. In an awesome meeting, I lost my temper - still, the Villagers themselves should have added magic, but at last my sword wiped out about half of it from the tip.

And I pass the sword and decide to strike a blow - but the villagers still resist. He opens his eyes and tries to turn his short sword at me instead of calling it his last resistance.

So I came forward. It took a different form, and my sword captured the body of Villeser - the sword of the fallen angel, it did not reach.

My sword in the chest. It produced light once in a while, stretching heavenly high like a pillar - enveloping the body of a fallen angel.