114 - - a tearful air attack

"When?"

"I don't know. If you find out, you can go to ......."

Reaching out her hand to Thor, Saralisa holds out the end of the broken rope.

It seems to have been cut off cleanly, and there is no trace of fraying.

Perhaps a missed pebble hit it. .......

Thor quickly thought, suppressing the bitterness that welled up in his heart.

Several minutes had already passed since he had entered the sandstorm.

Except for the space that had opened up in front of him, his vision was all covered with dust and sand.

Even if he tried to raise his voice, the raging winds would cancel it out.

It is impossible to the rope, if one side is too far away from the other, it is unrecognizable.

And there was another reason why it was impossible.

As Thor hesitates, another strange sound catches his ear.

Three pebbles flying at a tremendous speed.

He slashes at two of them at the same time and flings them away, but the last one is too late and bites into his shoulder.

Thor's face is slightly clouded by the bone-chilling weight.

Fortunately, thanks to his new leather armor, the pebble slips over the scales and disappears behind him.

But if he had been wearing a cloth suit, the pebble would have penetrated through it without a doubt.

Thor exhales quietly, thankful for the .

As for the stone projectile, it seems that the evil spirit of the windstorm is using its tornado-shaped body to shoot out pebbles that it has sucked up from the ground.

The problem is that they are indiscriminate.

Thor's eyes caught at least a dozen stones flying in all directions.

His heart beats instantly, as he visualizes the stragglers being hit by the rocks.

Thor spoke to his only remaining guide, using his usual breathing to calm his ragged breaths.

"I'm going to defeat it. Give me a hand."

"Okay. ......"

With a hardened expression on her face, Saralisa nodded and twisted the rope that bound Thor to herself in a strange way.

The rope that had been binding Thor and herself was twisted in a strange way.

It was as if she had seen this coming, but Thor said nothing and turned his attention back to the monster.

The most important thing now is to ensure the safety of Sora and the others.　

For that reason, we cannot even worry about the being exposed.

Thor slashes down the wind-splitting stones one after another, and closes the distance of five paces in one fell swoop.

He runs his hard blade into the tornado, which shakes with white sand.

The sword slips through his body without the slightest response.

The next moment, the tornado let out a low roar.

--Thor heard it.

His body, hit at close range by several stone pellets, was unable to withstand the force of the blast and was sent flying backward.

"Mr. Thor!　

Thor leaps back, but his momentum is too strong to stop him and he stumbles backwards.

He uses to put back his ribs, which are probably broken, while he grabs the rope and restrains Saralisa, who screams in impatience, with his hand.

"It's all right. Do you know how to defeat it?

"Well, let's start with my song."

The player's face becomes relieved and he begins to play the lyre that he had been holding in his hand before he knew it.

Immediately, the strings, plucked by his white-fish-like fingers, burst into a lively sound.

A song of heroism that erases fear and improves physical strength.

It is the most appropriate song to confront a vicious monster in the midst of a sandstorm.

"In my experience, this storm will be over in about fifteen minutes. The evil spirit will only send rocks at you, so just keep on fighting it off and you'll be able to ......."

"Didn't you hear me?　I'm asking you how to defeat it."

"No, you can't do it with just a sword. The body is too large to locate the spirit nucleus. ......

"I see. Then we can make it smaller."

It is the same as that of the evil spirit of red water.

However, unlike that time, there is no support from Sola.

If he closes the gap between the two, he will not be able to avoid the stone pelts from close range and will be forced to retreat to a position where he cannot reach his sword.

Suddenly, Thor's attention is slightly diverted by a sudden change of tune.

A beat later, a familiar low rattle of the wind comes.

Again, the blade responds quickly, sending the stones flying.

And the music played by saralisa has regained its original tone.

"...... does the pitch of the sound change?"

Just before the monster shot out a stone pellet, Thor inhaled deeply as he noticed a change in the tone of the lyre.

If I know the signs, I can deal with it.

And perhaps it is because of the music of the player that his body is filled to overflowing with power.

And I'm ready for it.

Thor was already kicking the ground when the next stone pellet was fired.

He bounces off the pebbles with the blade he swings as he rushes forward, stepping into the gap where the blade can reach him.

A single slice through the air is meaningless.

But if he slashes back several times, there will be a rupture in the air.

A horizontal flash.

The returning blade passes through the same place again.

And again.

The sword blade moves back and forth at a speed that the eye cannot perceive.

The tune of the blade changes.

Thor quickly brings himself down to the ground.

He hears the sound of the sword passing over his head, and he raises his body again.

He has already regained the strength he lost with the .

The sword, which has turned into a gale, cuts through the tornado.

The sword traces the void created by the blade again and again.

"Such ...... a ...... lie!"

Saralisa, the guide, simply gazed in disbelief at the unbelievable scene in front of her.

Swords were being wielded with tremendous speed, slicing through the bodies of the evil spirits in the blink of an eye.

The torn parts of the body that were not affected by the tornado increased and disappeared one after another due to the ruptures caused by the blades.

The man is doing it with a single sword.

Saralisa has been shown many unorthodox acts in the past, but Thor's moves surpassed them without hesitation, and a shiver runs through her from the core of her body.

The sword does not stop.

Normally, the human body is not designed to swing such a heavy object over and over again.

But the sword had already moved dozens of times.

Finally, Saralisa's hand stops and the song silently comes to an end.

At the same time, the tornado, which had been so proud of itself high in the sky, also disappears soundlessly, as if melting into the air.