The shadow of the rocks a little further away than the battlefield, where the main fighting power of the Fifty Bells League and the defensive combat power of the control base collide hard. As part of it slowly shifted sideways in the stars, a man in a robe, who raised a large bag from behind him from his shoulder, walked out looking around.
"Zell. After all, you've escaped."
that overhead. The man of the people of the sky looked down just waiting, staring at the man of the robe, Zell.
"Huh! Brother Grado...... Look at that flame. I didn't know you were working with anybody."
Looking back quickly at the distance, Zell grinned thinly looking at Grado, the man of the people in the sky. Behind that gaze, in the darkness of the night, there emerges the appearance of a small village burned by a blue, burning flame. The rising firepowder burned out as soon as it glowed, as if the stars were dissolving in the sea.
"I just set fire to it, and then they did it on their own."
Grado turns his crossbow to Zell as he turns his back on a village that disappears into a blue flame. The voice was colder than blue, and all but hateful emotions had disappeared in its expression.
"You're not running away?
"Not like then. Brother Grado, if you're alone, you're not my enemy anymore."
When Grado says it out cold, Zell even laughs as she pulls out her black sword.
"Even so, its eyes, its face. Sounds a lot different back then. You hated me so much?
"Naturally. You're the same priest who took the important patron saint inside, Lord Altinea."
Deeper negative feelings appear in the back of Grado's eyes. It was an indiscriminate hate itself.
But in the wake of such a murky hostility, Zell smiles delightfully at the edge of her mouth.
"I took him away. How out-of-heart. I'd like you to at least say run off. We loved each other. But there is no bond between the priest in the inner rear and the god in the inner rear. That's why we went through it together."
"Don't lie to me!
There was a play somewhere where Zell's voice spoke, and the movement exaggerated as if it were a play. Grado, however, rages at the content rather than the attitude and abhors his voice.
"Lies? Me and Altinea loved each other. How do you know that's a lie?
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Zell stares at Grado as he acts like he hugs something and smiles invincibly.
Spirits and people love each other. Contraindicated in spiritual faith, but not so rare in other lands. Still, Grado stares sharply in silence, denying Zell's words. Because there is strong certainty in that chest.
But Grado didn't speak of it, he just pulled out his sword. It implies refusal to answer, or no need to ask questions.
"Yes, I can't tell you. Then I'll tell you instead!
When you say so, your emotions disappear from Zell's face, which has always been pleasantly distorted. At the same time, he played the flying crossbow arrow with his hand and stuffed it in the front of the grad with one leg.
"Altinea loved Brother Grado! And Brother Grado, you loved her too! Wouldn't you!?"
Zell's black sword intersects Grado's fine sword, and the sound of a tall claw echoes. Among the repeated sounds, Zell's voice interacts further.
"No matter how open-minded I was, she didn't respond. That smile, the tears, the voice, the love, it was all directed at you! Same cleric, same brother, what the hell's so different about you and me!
The voice was truly a cry of the heart. The emotions that had been smoking for many years exploded opposite the subject.
Zell's sword adds momentum by the power of spiritual weapons wrapped around his whole body, and gradually begins to overwhelm Grado.
Zell wasn't inferior. He lived in the same way and encouraged Grado to work amicably as the same cleric. But I loved the same one, even though I knew it was contraindicated, and I communicated my mind in the same way, which made a difference there.
The difference became a decisive one, creating a black hole deep in Zell's heart.
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"Why don't you say something! Or are you even sympathetic to me? You took everything from me!
Zell's sword plunders his cheeks. Hurt, but Grado doesn't answer. No, I couldn't respond. The emotion that Zell, my former brother, had. inferiority. Knowing them, Grado's mind only has the intention of killing.
In the meantime, the two swords meet several times, and each time a similar sound echoes across the rocky zone. What Zell has in his hands is a black sword with cluttered negative emotions. But on the other hand, Grado's sharp, sharp, fine sword was stained with a terrible, pure intent to kill.
"Which one did you take?"
For a short time when the sword intersects, Grado looks beyond the sword and speaks out. There was no fine dust there, such as the color of pity or sympathy, just a chilling sound.
"Ha... Sure, only Altinea belongs to me!
Grado is also a person on the side of the taken away again. Having glimpsed herself there once, Zell joyfully laughs out loud and insists.
Right after that. When frightening signs dominated the field, Grado's sword approached Zell depicting an unusual and unlikely trajectory.
"What, is this...!? Ku... oh, whoa!
A blade that alters the orbit intricately. Zell shrugged it, but eventually, he couldn't keep up with the motion, completely ignoring his inertia, and was slaughtered, not lightly. But somehow I sprinkle holy water and tie the border, and I spare only fatality with one hair at a time.
"That's [exorcism: manipulation], isn't it? I even got my hands on a ban. Do that about me... It's an honor."
Zell laughed, saying so, as he sprinkled more holy water and stretched his boundaries in all directions.
Forbidden Art "Fucking Holy." To put it succinctly, it is the art of freely manipulating one's body. It seems normal at first sight, but the fact that there is no limit to what is comfortable is the crux of this technique. I can fly anywhere if I want to. As Grado showed earlier, we can also move without any disregard for inertia.
"But too bad. That was the only chance you had to kill me. Now Brother Grado no longer has the possibility. The ban lasts even a minute. In just one minute, can we break this strengthened bond?
In the junction. Zell, who took the medicine out of her bag at once, even laughs as she makes sure her whole body wound heals.
Zell is right, the effect time of the procedure is not that long. It is also called a forbidden technique. Therefore, the technique is heavily loaded on the flesh, and the more you move, the more you return the price to the body. This means that the surgery is out, but at the end of the day, the effects will be on the body until it is fatal.
Zell, who knows about it, will not get lost, but will consolidate his protection and wait for the passage of time. From the time he was still a cleric, he was a better user than anyone else in the interior when it came to the junction, and there was no further measure in terms of buying time.
"You must kill."
With a low, cold proclamation on his mouth, Grado stood horizontally with the cutting-edge of his fine sword facing Zell.
Grado is the same cleric and naturally knows about Zell's junction, which was also his brother. It is a junction so strong that even the power of the Spirit can be prevented. Covering all directions. That is certainly arguably the protection of the iron wall.
But Grado was also aware of the fragility of the junction.
Flash. No one would have been able to follow the motion with their eyes. The overspeed thrust rolled out in the moment crashes into the junction, and the bursting sound bursts. At the same time, shock waves propagated to the surroundings, roaring the atmosphere and the earth.
"The boulder, Brother Grado..."
A blow focused on the point. That's the weakness common to Zell's junction. Grado's fine sword, which captured it beautifully, pierced the junction and wore Zell's shoulder. But it was also far from fatal, and when Zell instantly flipped herself and escaped the blade, she wore the medicine.
Shortly afterwards, a cut through the junction at a terrible rate with the roar plundered Zell's cheeks as he deflected himself. This is the second blow by Grado.
"Phew, it's dangerous."
If you know an attack of dots is coming, you can't chase them with your eyes. Evacuation degrees are reduced. In an instantly restored junction, Zell stares out at the fine sword to be pulled out, preparing for the next, gripping the black sword with both hands.
At that moment when Grado stood, the cutting-edge of the fine sword flashed as soon as possible, and the spike approaching the speed of sound penetrated the line easily.
That blow, which adds more sharpness, plunders the flank of Zell, who flipped himself on the brink. A blood splash broke and Zell gave him a look, at that time. A black sword shook down captured the belly of the fine sword, and a dull metal noise rang.
"This guy...!?"
A fine sword that was splendidly broken from the inside and lost its blade. For the first time since the battle began, Grado's expression sways.
"Oh, could it have been someone's shadow to be upset by a broken sword? I'm sorry you did that, Brother Grado."
Zell hoisted the end of his mouth as he trampled the tip of his sword rolling at his feet. Skinny sword specializing in spikes. Now that it's broken, it's impossible to break Zell's boundaries with one blow.
Shortly afterwards, however, the shock ran to the junction again. Moreover, it does not end only once, but is repeated twice and three times, gradually creating a breakdown in the juncture.
"Get those legs off me!
How many times it protruded at one point of the junction it was a crossbow arrow. Grado is holding a crossbow arrow and beating the line with an angry look.
"Oops. If you look closely, this is the Spirit Sword. It's a treasure to give Altinea her chosen protector inside."
Zell, whose legs were raised in play-dyed motion, purposefully says so, waves the black sword down against the blade tip of the fine sword. Then the broken cuttings were scattered as if they were glass thinners.
"Oh, much brittle. Could it have been a forgery?"
Let Zell stand up to boast of her black sword as she paws away the fragments scattered across the ground.
"Zell, you!
It was anger similar to grief. Grado sticks a crossbow arrow to the junction with his anger. But even though the forbidden technique strengthens the body to the extreme, the blow does not extend to the blow of the Spirit Sword and is held back to the junction.
"Oh man, you don't punish me. Even so, you should be able to have already run out of skill..."
The connections strengthened by the power of the Spirit are not inherently easily penetrated. It was only possible because of the banning technique called "Pilgrimage" and the complete array of Spirit Swords. Therefore, a crossbow arrow is not enough, it should have been.
Repeatedly, the body and the spirit continued to aim for only one point beyond its limits, slightly but with shaky boundaries.
And finally, the crossbow arrows crossed the line. However, the tip does not reach the zel, so that it can be tightened to the repairing junction and it will not move.
"Though forbidden, I can't believe you hurt my junction without a treasure sword... do it, Brother Grado. But this seems to be the best."
The mana that was covering the grad starts to bubble with momentum. Zell laughs as she wriggles her fingertips at the crushed pocket as she stares at the state of the union. Finally, I wondered if the ban had expired.
But it was the next moment.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Grado was forced to move his body in a mana that remained with the mood of tearing. When he twisted his torso and clenched the pattern of the fine sword still in his hand, he wore the arrow of the crossbow arrow precisely with its broken tip.
That was a blow all over me. The crossbow arrows, extruded with a strong bursting sound, that's what pierced the junction like a bullet.
"Phew, dangerous. I knew I couldn't stay alert until the end."
A piece of paper. Zell pulled himself over the ray axis and beat the blow.
Crossbow arrows bounce back against the junction behind Zell, rolling to the ground without force. Lost momentum. After looking down at it, Zell carefully observed Grado squatting powerless. The ban has been lifted and it appears that there is no room left for just a decent fight. But knowing Grado well, Zell sharpened his nerves about what he was going to do next while maintaining his bond.
"Jump in, don't come..."
Grado, who stood up slowly with his face raised as he said so, at some point held in his nostalgia the dagger in his hand, instead holding a holy stamped silver pocket watch representing the sun.
A slight color of nervousness appears on Zell's expression with that in his eyes. Silver pocket watch. Because I know what it is.
But it's also for a moment. Zell further increased the strength of the junction when he took the Mana Recovery medicine out of the bag and drank it up.
"Argento Stigmata...... What are you gonna do with that now? The strength of this junction was confirmed with its own body, right? Yet I can't believe it's a catalyst for advanced exorcism inferior to the ban..."
No matter how powerful the advanced exorcism is, it is impossible to break the bond that has been strengthened with the power of the Spirit and stretched out in a state of perfection. At least Zell was as confident as it seemed.
However, what Grado does makes sense, even if it seems pointless. Being heavily aware of it, Zell restarts his black sword with the utmost vigilance around him.
"Zell, you've long relied too much on a proper high kingdom and not enough knowledge of other techniques."
Grado saw Zell straight across it as he tried to push his pocket watch into the junction. Then Zell smiles, distorting the edge of her mouth.
"That's a mistake, Brother Grado. I looked through all the books and grasped it when it came to exorcism. I was expecting this. So I also know the options for the technique that can be used with that catalyst. And it's impossible for any of them to break this line."
So much so that Zell felt inferior, Grado had the talent of a leaping exorcist. The only thing Zell can be proud of in such a glado is juxtaposition.
And now, before Grad of full-blown creation in the antidote recoil, Zell is convinced of victory. It is an unshakeable confidence, deriving from the total mobilization of all knowledge of exorcism.
"No, you don't have to break it anymore"
Yes, the moment Grado uttered the word, an unspeakable chill ran on Zell's spine.
Am I missing something? Is there any chance that we can crack this situation open to exorcism? Zell, who began to conceive more deeply, stared forward and stunned.
The look on Grado's face there was more than anything else, because he wished for Zell's death, full of pitch-black madness.
While in a safe place over the junction, Zell lags unimaginably behind with an unimaginable intention to kill. That's when.
"Ugh!
Zell stepped on something and fell as-is and buttcake. It was the arrows of the crossbow that made the sound and rolled with the caracallas. They took my leg because it was thick and short.
"Shit!
The fact that I felt terrified while in an advantage, that I fell by accident. Standing up Zell stares back at Glad by kicking a crossbow arrow in vice to such humiliation.
Immediately after. The expression disappeared from the grad, and instead a low and cold voice began to sound.
"Lead wandering sinners into the land of blessings in the name of an abominable Messenger"
Zell, who remembered the chant, stretched his whole body. It was not a holy mark, but an advanced exorcism mediated by holy water.
This behold, the engraved silver clock of the Holy Mark in Grad's hand was a disguise to conceal something. After realizing that, Zell still manages to restore calm. Even if the catalyst is different, it is because there is a great premise that it is impossible to break the junction strengthened by the power of the Spirit with exorcism.
"The world is eternal pitch black, the earth is a chain that stops connecting, and the sin of repudiation unleashes all of it, and puts punishment in the far sky"
But Grado doesn't seem to be concerned about it, and Zell is frustrated by the feeling of impatience as if he could be driven away somewhere, and begins to explore his surroundings.
"What if..."
Zell finally realized. the meaning of the word 'no need to break' that Grado said. Zell finally realized. The only thing in the junction.
Fear surfaced on Zell's expression, while Grado's face was dyed cold.
"Thou shalt know that incendiary is at least mercy."
[Exorcism: Endless Ethereal Burial]
Increasing magic manipulates and performs mana. Moment after moment, a crossbow arrow that was rolling at Zell's feet can be played, and a pale eagle rises from the holy water that was packed there.
Inside the sealed junction was filled with flames, screaming as if it were a dead man going to hell from within.
The flames swirl and burn more blue because they have lost their way by the junction. But that's just for a little while. As soon as the junction was lifted, a gust of wind blew, and the pale flames that flared for a moment instantly fogged away. Because the mediated holy water was struck down.
"Ma... or in this way..."
Zell squatts on one knee on the spot as the lost wind instrument is crushed and scattered. Its body was burnt to pieces, and the spiritual weapons that had covered its entire body had also left a robe to turn it into half charcoal.
"Have you breathed yet?"
Grad, whose whole body is badly groaned by the recoil of the ban, no longer displays the appearance of a dead man. But his eyes glowed painfully, and he looked to Zell.
Glad unravels a dagger around his hips without words, making sure to pull his legs together to pierce Zell's steeple. The agility to the earliest point was no fine dust, but for the severely injured Zell, its footsteps were a second reading to a definite death.
"Ku...... thats..."
Zell still manages desperately to move his moving hand and carries the recovery pills he had hidden in his nostrils in his mouth. However, the medicine is not effective enough for the severity of the wound, and I will stand up, so I will do my best.
But Zell forced his body to move like that, picking up the wrap that was rolling out of the burnt bag. That was just about the size of a person's head.
"To use this... But if you're Brother Grado... do you mind?"
With her hands on the wrap, Zell grinned spookily when she said so.
"Our... I'll show you the strength of love!
With the word, the wrap is removed by Zell's hand. And the moment I saw it, Grado screamed.
"Zell, you!
Grado's anger shook the atmosphere more than ever. It emerged from the wrap. It was a transparent container. The problem is its contents. Know Grado well... there was the head of his beloved.
Glad, staring at Zell with his anger-stained eyes, forcibly kicks out his unfettered leg of freedom and advances.
"Hi-hi. I'm done, Brother Grado."
As if to grin such a grad, Zell, having removed the silver cylinder from his waist belt, throws it into a transparent container as he lifts the end of his mouth as it hits.
Shortly afterwards, the blast tore through the night sky, and the roar and heavy earthquake filled the surrounding area.
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