Almark saw a captain jump into Wendy's room in a gap where one of his enemies had been slashed.
Slash and abandon opponents who have been slaughtered on purpose.
"Out of the way!!"
Delane screams and pounds the axe.
Send it on a piece of paper and strike back. It's powerful enough for Delane to step on it.
Almark runs his eyes indoors. The sight of Wendy getting her neck slashed jumped into those eyes.
It's an unpleasant sight. Though I thought about it myself, I didn't want to do this. Wendy, I'm sorry.
Shake off such emotions.
"Morgen, now!
Almark screamed.
Morgen, who was so trembling until just before, dared to jump out and activate the art of a brilliant thunderstorm.
A man with a blown captainship disappears out the window.
"That's good, Morgen!
Speak indoors and strike at Delane. Another blow to Delan, who takes it with an axe. Another blow. Another blow.
Almark slaps an awesome fast slap in a row. The rotation has risen more out of step than earlier.
Until earlier, Delan was able to turn to counterattack, but now both axes have gone around defense.
"Meh..."
Delan distorts his face.
This can't be happening.
If you're tired and slow, I know.
But this guy gets faster and faster.
On top of that, the power of each blow gets heavier and heavier.
What the hell. What the hell is this guy?
Almark's slaughter is faster.
Such an idiot.
Opponents of one sword, the defense of two axes will not catch up.
My shoulder is slit. My stomach is mutilated.
"Hey..."
Delan drips blood from his mouth and eats away his teeth.
Attack. If you don't attack, you'll be swallowed.
"There is"
A blow to Almark's relentless long sword where he shouted and shook up two axes.
Deep through his chest, Delane removed the axe.
"Kid... take this me..."
"Warrior Delane. It was the warrior Almark who killed you."
Almark says quietly. Deran opened his eyes to the words.
Warrior Delane.
I was heartbroken by a name I hadn't been called in a long time.
Right, I...
Delane noticed.
I twitched that I didn't want to go back north, but in the end, I wanted to die a warrior.
Somewhere in my heart I thought that if I were as decaying as I am as a warrior blown by this raw wind of the south, I should fight and die.
It was a nasty mercenary life, but at the end of the day God gave me a tour with a hell of a warrior.
Still young, unfinished, but not bad if you think this battle with me will feed you as this guy's warrior.
"... thank you, warrior Almark"
The last time I tried to say that, could I have fulfilled it?
Deran doesn't have the technique to make sure it reaches Almark or not.
Almark pulls out a long sword.
Delan slowly collapsed.