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The mercenary did not care about injuries. The left hand wriggled and a polished memorandum flew toward Arthur at a tremendous speed.

He was the one who increased the speed of response to the extreme even though he was not an ether sensitive person. Arthur himself was about to be poisoned and knocked down if he didn't deal with it sincerely.

Kkakkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!

Memorization, which struck Flanverge, reacted with the blood of the black blade and smoked black smoke. Even though he escaped by exhaling his breath, it was a spiteful moment.

Arthur, who dropped his memory, recognized that the position of the shadow of the moon had changed. With the moon tilted, Isiel, who went down the river, must have been far enough.

As Arthur slowly retreated to the river, Tromos sent out a second memorandum.

Crazy!

KANG!

The collar that had been rubbed against the memory was burned black and the two cases were cut off and scattered narrowly.

Oh, shit!

At that moment, Aslan jumped off the horse and pulled out a sword.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

It was rather on the side of Tromos that Aslan was embarrassed to jump into this messy fight.

"Prince, this is not to defile your noble sword! Please let me…."

Tromos was embarrassed.

Why did Confucius of Mainrat get involved in this dogfight, who does not even compete with ordinary people's knights?

'No, in the first place, it was unusual to shoot an advance on intruders. What the hell is this rat?’

When Tromos dissuaded Aslan for later consideration, the prince began to chew and spit.

"It's not the man you can deal with. That's a senior prosecutor, only concealing the power of the spirit."

A fierce sword shot up from Aslan's sword. It was an ether that had a scarlet color like lava that melted away from the deep golden color.

Whoooooooooooooo woo woo!

Aslan was clearly losing his composure.

But Tromos did not dare to say such words in front of that young sword.

The instinctive fear began to shake the back of Tromos. It was an overwhelming fear that had never been felt in any battlefield.

Discipline and control are Aslan Rio.It was two concepts that define the life of the difficulty.

Even when everything was perfect, Aslan never felt at ease.

It is because of the sixth sense that what he has, the natural and natural rights he should enjoy, will slip through his fingers like sand, and the foreboding of his terrible defeat.

The pessimistic conviction that the present perfection would only lead to the collapse of the deeply sinful discipline gave the prince a preeminent impatience.

This night's extrusion was actually the least he wanted.

Struggling with the nervousness of pulling the back of his head, he ran down the mountain path at night instead of marching proudly down the road in the middle of the day.

The result is this.

The hunch was right, and Aslan faced a situation where he had to pull up Ether against an unknown intruder.

If he had driven his horse a little slower, if he had not suffered from embarrassing impatience that night, without a hunch he would have even been belatedly reported that the laboratory had been pillaged.

The cause of all the unexpected changes is, there, wearing an unmet guard uniform and wearing a mask.

Aslan doesn't know him.

But I know he is responsible for the strangling sensation of obstruction and mysterious anger.

A headache similar to that of the youngest, Lignan, half-born child, poked sharply in the forehead.

Aslan did not ask who the masked intruder was.

The question is what you can do after you kneel down.

Set!

Instead of greeting Arthur, it was the murderous sword.

Surprisingly quick to move, Tromos blocked Arthur's retreat by blocking his back from jumping down the cliff.

The air rumbles uneasily, and around Aslan, an ethereal field that almost seems to distort space is formed.

The dark golden blackish gloss on the surface of the black eyes seemed to burn with scarlet.

Boom boom!

Arthur's Tromos sword and Aslan's sword collided head-on.

Whoo-hoo!

Surprisingly, Tromos's Flemish saved Aslan's blow without [hardening] or a sword.

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief into his mind. It was also an adventure for Arthur to believe in the durability of the sword and the durability of the sword.

"That mercenary, you have not been able to respond to Ether's sensitivity, but you've worked hard to defend yourself. There's a reason why you put the mana stone in a row.’

Arthur's eyes were revealed under the loosened hood amid the close balance.

The soft brown eyes and the black eyes with a blade of anger stared at each other.

Aslan sees here the shadow of a fiercely familiar but first confrontation that does not belong to him, which is uncontrollable.

He wants to break the invader's skull, scratch the latch bone, pull out his eyes, and tear his heart into three pieces.

Whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!

Blackness flooded Arthur to the point where the blade was resonating. It was an attack with a determination to take a life without fail and a resolution beyond murder.

The Mana Stone Diamond, which was decorating the sword guard of Tromos and increasing the intensity of the dodo, broke without beating its subordinates. The saw-edged dodo was also crushed when it reached Aslan's sword.

Let's get some green onions!

Aslan's sword cut Arthur's body.

It was a blow that could only be used as a result of long training, without any finesse or deception.

Arthur hurriedly raised his right arm to block the sword. The T-Flume Guntlet, which was stuck under his sleeve, performed a [defensive] magic to reduce the intensity of the attack.

Hard hit!

'Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

The defensive guntle was a great horseman, but the level of Clayo, the maker, was lower than Aslan.

The tool with the broken joint soon ran out of life. My bones were cracked and my flesh was torn. But the nerves were safe and the arms were not cut.

It was just luck this time. He should not have allowed a second attack.

There was no way to avoid it anymore.

Arthur pulled up [hardening] to the maximum under great pressure.

Aslan, who had already known that his opponent was an ether sensitive, gave a sword again to Arthur without any agitation.

Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo!

Only the sword and the sword touched each other, but the vibration of the heaven and earth spread.

Instead of retreating, Arthur took a big step and stood close to Aslan. Then he cleverly pushed his right hand through the gap between Aslan's sword and elbow.

The already cracked arm was wriggled uncontrollably, but Arthur did his best.

It was a reinforcement that pushed all the ethers of a six-level test. Aslan's wrist, who was caught in the grip of the power of the monk, was slightly.

Arthur, who threw away the remaining plumber of his grip, pulled out the poisoned iron stuck in a folded cuff and put it on Aslan's wrist, which was revealed about a centimeter between his gloves and sleeves.

The cutting edge of the needle managed to break through the [hardening] of a seven-level examination, resulting in hair-like thin cuts.

Soon some of the wrists began to turn black as ink spread.

'There you go!'

Arthur's weapon was the iron rail of the second memory that Tromos flew.

Aslan's cold expression in a serious fight was stained with contempt and disgust.

"Slowness. An unworthy animal has a sword.”

Arthur didn't know Brunnenian, but he was fully aware that he was cursed.

It was a very ugly attack to pick up a memory and use it on others. A way to never use a proper article.

That's why Arthur did it.

It was impossible to face a seven-level knight and hide his true sword and sword.

Arthur had more important things than honor as a knight, so he completely ignored the rules of duel.

Of course, Aslan was not easily beaten. A counterattack came in even before the snow blinked. Very fine, thanks to the action of the poison, the hand holding the sword missed the path.

Taking advantage of the small gap, Arthur opened the retreat.

Sweat-soaked multicolored hair shook outside Arthur's ragged mask facing the cliff.

Tromos and Aslan's attention was focused on Arthur as if he were aiming for the target.

This time, the seven-level prosecutor's sword tore the body, demanding certain blood, and Tromos tried to subdue Arthur by scattering his third memorandum.

Scream!

Bam!

His son-in-law became white as if he had called for white night.

It was an explosion of flash bombs and smoke bombs containing Ma Kwang-seok phosphorus.

The Ether storm caused by Ma Kwang-seok shook off all memorization.

Nearly ten or more scintillators exploded in succession, disrupting the sensory abilities of the ethers and disrupting the vision of the inspectors.

Aslan's sword tip shook once more.

Among these sensations, having a better perceptual ability than ordinary people became a poison.

Clayo double-stripped out his leap and acceleration.

Only the name of the magic expression whispered in the mouth rose from the floor, and it was not noticeable in the space of light and smoke.

At the moment of the chaos, "Lateness" in "Promise" most accurately guided Clay to Arthur.

While quickness and muscular strength are poor clay, it can only be miraculous in his two-step circle of astronauts during the spell.

Clayo pushed in all the remaining ethers, moving at a rate that would not even be recognized by a level 6 or 7 test.

Arthur, out of the blue, thinks it's a relief that I don't have a knife in my hand. In the midst of such a difficult situation, he might have slashed the intruder reflexively.

Clay came to save himself.

Strangely, the pain of the whole body, which was nothing, became so vivid that it felt terrible. The pain of a poisoned wound and a cut by Aslan came at once.

I felt relieved because I felt relieved.

Why didn't Clayo go? I should have told him to avoid it first.

He was still a man with a small bone in him.

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

The light of Ether, which was wrapped around Clayo, shook in the wind and wrapped Arthur together.

Arthur was swept away without resisting the strength of his friend who had encountered me.

Poof!

The two men were sucked into a dark, deep water bend.

Even in summer, Arthur was not afraid, even though the cold upstream of the Breck River spilled into his nose and ears and he could not even open his eyes.

***

That night, Chelessteth Tangpette de Nege broke the world's longest flight record.

Although it was an unofficial record.

The 35-horsepower engine crossed the Pintos Mountains for an hour and 58 minutes and sailed 98 kilometers.

"The takeoff and landing consumes a lot of fuel, and we were able to move that much because we used magic during the stopover. In the end, we were out of fuel, so we were blown away, but this is a huge success! Hahaha."

She had to rely on only one compass to cross the peak surrounded by a homogeneous darkness, sit in the cockpit without a cover, and face a sudden flood of clouds.

No matter how pleasant the weather below may be, it is another world above the clouds.

If the engine is turned off or the rider is turned off incorrectly, the wings are eaten by the protruding peak. Air currents not listed on the map treated fragile gases as if children were playing with them.

She crossed the high peak of the mountain range to escape all the Dosarin vessels.

She made an emergency landing in the woods outside the land of Kishion, where the twins were lighting up at dawn.

It was the landing site that was set from the beginning.

"On this side of the mountain range, it was a foggy night!"

"The wings are ragged, the engine is overheated, and the fuel is completely exhausted, and the plane pops out of a fluffy fog!"

"That's great! The cello is great!"

The pilot didn't let go of the steering wheel until the end. The overheated engine froze and soothed to reach its destination.

It was a heroic flight.

Soon after the half of the hugs that the twins had met their mate again and disappeared, Rachel settled on the edge of the thick flood.

Within seconds of getting off the cargo and people, the engine eventually exploded.

By that time, [hardening] was of no use, and all the gas made of wood and cloth had been burned, leaving behind only the wheels.

"It's a waste of time."

"She was a pretty girl."

"But aren't you lucky to get off before you get hurt? The important cargo was safe."

And the twins gave a different assessment of the 'important cargo' that shared the glorious journey.

"The papers were safe, but the people were safe?”

"Fran's been puking all 30 minutes since he got off.”

"I didn't have a stomach or a small body, but I threw up endlessly and thought I had a subspace pouch on my neck."

Fran, who was just coming out of the lab building as a lieutenant, frowned when she heard the twins.

"…didn't your Angelium colleague learn the courtesy of mentioning things that people feel ashamed of?"

The third Friday of August.

Second laboratory at the Royal College of Water Defense.

All the members of the Zhenzsheng operation had gathered a week after returning to Lundane.