387 13. Semifinals of head-on matches (after)

There is a rocky giant (Jarloot) like a mountain in front of Alsace.

The Armor's special ability, Orphan Wall (Wall Fort), is physically larger, but without it, the intimidation changes. My body trembled, even when I was conscious, at the signs of overwhelming violence.

Giant warrior and masked prince.

A combination like the hero Tan (saga). But the difference is that the Exile is a hero who is just confused with the monster. If so, it could be said that Alsace is the subject to be crusaded.

The two of them don't try to move while facing each other in the middle of the field.

It's not that I can't move. We measure the blade at the best possible time.

It can also be done because Yut is attracting Larsia.

He leaves this one to me, hiding a secret under his black coat.

(You're just being selfish)

Alsace laughs so bitterly inside. It was difficult to reopen that it was also a legitimate right to say selfishness to his ministers, even though he was the king of one country.

Still, I was glad to hear about that selfishness, and it's my chance. I want you to indulge me.

"Coming."

"Whoa, whoa."

Full of energy, the occasion ripened.

"There's movement in the center of the field too! Let's start with the masked swordsman."

Alsace moves first to zero the distance between him and me a few meters away.

But Exile's circumference of 10 meters is his intermission. Spike Flail, which also resembled the anchor of a ship that had become huge to match his body, swung sideways. It is at the mercy of power, but also an attack that controlled Larsia not to get involved.

A blow that drove the two of Guagam and Elizaoua out of combat pressed them to crawl through the ground rinse trying to pay for Alsace's legs.

"Ha."

With sheet metal armor, sudden braking and jumping are difficult to avoid.

I wouldn't be able to, but if that upsets the balance, I'd prefer more certainty.

The fierce collision sound of metal and metal called Kickin 'rang.

The impact transmitted from the treasure sword is immensely heavy. My whole body numbs instead of my arms. Even when I was ready, I didn't think it would be any better.

Why, have you thought about fighting someone like this? How much easier it would have been if it had been as usual in the royal palace.

"Whoa, whoa."

Raise your voice and shake off your weakness.

He managed to take a deadly blow with a traitor who protruded underfoot, seeing as he was about to be bounced off.

So the tip of Spike Flail floated and I thought I'd lost control......

"Nuh."

Exile rebuilt himself forcefully with the power of both arms, and now swung him down at a sharp angle underfoot so that he could prune rather than pay.

"That's so powerful! But I manage to keep taking it with my two-handed sword"

"Exactly."

"Which one?

"Both."

"Shit."

Even in the live seats, there was a battle to find out who he was.

When Larsia finds out who she is, she gives it to Merla, so if you look at it, you'll know. Around not doing so, he seemed out of shape and had a fair play spirit with him.

"But heavy"

"But you're tough."

Alsace was grinning unintentionally at the shock transmitted through the traitor.

I'm not about to take off my sword. If I distract you at all, you're going to blow your body apart. If that happens, they'll only beat you rarely.

I can protect you, but I'm totally stuck.

Exile, on the other hand, was also inadvertently grinning at the defense of a difficult defense.

I'm sure there's some bottom-up by Yut's spell, but the mental power to keep calmly defensive ahead of this outrage is astonishing.

All of which is first-class.

"Glad to hear it."

"I agree!

The tip of Spike Flail, which cuts the wind and flies in, approached Alsace again. Wherever you collide with your body, you are certain to be invisible to the second.

Half unconsciously move the traitor and take it, but that's all I can see is the spirit being shredded.

You can think about it.

A giant like a rock, several times its length, is pounding a giant object like an anchor.

Over and over again.

I just made one mistake, and it's over. Just blurry, life-threatening.

No, it's a problem before that.

Fear of being exposed to overwhelming violence.

Root life-threatening fears could not be contained.

But there is also no violence that lasts forever.

It is very long as a physical sensation. After a few minutes or so if it was real time, I saw a gap in Exile's onslaught.

The only unique opportunity to meet a thousand people.

"Lightning March"

"Oops. A masked swordsman used a spell -"

It's a spell that only cathedral knights can use.

"I didn't know you were a cathedral knight! Who the hell are you, masked swordsman?

With the protection of “ever-winning” Helenonia, Alsace, who became purple electricity, pushes in a straight line.

I can't even react to this with just the exel.

Yes, Exile is.

"Chi."

Before reaching the rock giant equal to the walls, another wall stands up.

There's a wall called Adamantin's Shield that runs autonomously.

Though we strike it off with a traitor, that reduces momentum and does not even reach the flesh of Exile.

But I got into nostalgia.

Like Yut and Larsia, the focus was on how to control the intermission, but that equilibrium broke down.

"We've got this far!

"Brilliant!

Exile congratulates Alsace for entering into the midst of a two-handed sword.

Just pure, admiring its power. Even the enemy is loyal to the rock giant's sexuality that strong warriors deserve to be honored.

To that rock giant, Alsace sees the blow of a traitor.

That, in the leg part - different in size and difficult to get to the others - tore open the area not covered in dragon scale armor and bled red.

"Nuh."

Of course, Exile isn't left to be hit either.

Skillfully adjust the length of the Spike Flail chain and beat it with fierce momentum to Alsace's head.

"Guh, guh."

I took it with one hair, but naturally, it doesn't give me time to move on to a counterattack or anything. On the contrary, the expression behind the mask was distressed by pain.

The true pinnacle of Alsace's mended sword moves lies in defense and the counterattack from there.

But a rock giant with a long weapon in between and proud of his monstrosity will not allow it. As if sinking into a bottomless swamp, he was dragged into a random battle where power says things more than technology.

Beaten.

Defend.

Hit him.

Beaten.

Defend.

Hit him.

Beaten.

It's not something superior called a counter or anything.

Exile just throws away his defenses and other things and takes the blade with him, waving Spike Flail for the slightest gap that will arise after Alsace's attack.

But the muscular, vital, and spiritual forces that could have chosen and accomplished it were even subjects of fear.

Hit him.

I get hit. I get hit.

Defend. Defend.

Hit him.

Beaten.

Hit him.

I get hit. I get hit. Beaten.

Alsace flirts with a rough wave of violence.

Alsace had heartfelt sympathy and at the same time sympathy for the enemies Exile had ever defeated.

Impossible.

He beat me back more than he beat me, and besides, no matter how much he attacked Exile, what does it mean to have no sign of falling at all?

Is it really an organism that is facing us now?

Willing natural phenomena or monsters? Or God.

It would be better if people told me it was an unusual thing, yet, I'm convinced.

How unreasonable.

It must be this Alsace who is seeing irrationally in the Brewers at this moment.

The strength that even that Taraskus defeated single-handedly. I knew it. But it just seemed to be my intention.

The power of the Exile, with its new equipment, had not even read through Yut.

But you can't be desperate.

"... both the Istus Marquis... you have to exchange your swords... then you have to..."

It may be a legitimate right to speak selfishly to your subordinates.

Then it is the duty of the Sovereign to die for his subordinates.

Alsace didn't even know how much wounds he was suffering. I can't hear the live voice or the audience cheering. I don't know if it's because of sweat or blood, but my eyes are also sumptuous.

However, my body moves, and I can wield my sword. Exile should be damaged shallow as well.

In a nutshell, I shook off the traitor.

Hit him.

I get hit. I get hit.

Defend.

Hit him.

I get hit. I get hit. Beaten.

Defend. Defend.

I get hit. I get hit. I get hit. I get hit.

I can't keep up with the defense.

He is exposed to attacks as if he had materialized the concept of violence, like a canoe flirting with turbulence, flirting like a good one. I don't even know if you're still wearing a mask, and I can't afford to care in the first place.

We are fighting back in between, and the percentage of hits should be about the same because Exile has almost thrown away his defenses, but the Mountain Like Rock giant is immovable.

And the attack is like a blaze.

I just have to admit I lost.

Alsace does not extend to Exile.

- At the moment.

"Guardian of the Crown. Show me that power!

"Whoa, whoa!

A stubborn blow, Exile comes here to take the fastest blow.

That's not sight, that's not hearing. But Alsace did perceive.

The ability of repeated archeology and traitors - semi-automatic counter-attacks - merge, knocking Spike Flail off to the ground on the verge of smashing his flesh.

Impact as if the field had exploded.

Regardless, Alsace stepped on the tip of Spike Flail and jumped.

"Coming Soon Traitor!!"

As it was, he shifted his torso and used a spring all over his body to wave down the treasure sword.

A definite response passes on to both hands of Alsace.

But I'm not satisfied with that.

Go on, let the chase go again and again.

"Divine Power Liberation (Purge)"

- But that had to be interrupted.

Exile, which was like a mountain, becomes even more gigantic, like a mountain. No, because your whole body is covered in flames, an active volcano that blows up flames.

Of Xia's vision, only his rotten, red, shining eyes burned firmly into Alsace's consciousness.

Go on, the impact pierces Alsace's body.

There is no pain. Just the shock. Maybe my brain can't reproduce the pain correctly anymore.

Plus, chase.

"Yu...... t. The role… is………"

Speaking blood, Alsace's consciousness interrupted there.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The roar of the rock giants blasts into the venue.

He was a formidable enemy.

Sincerely, I think so.

The mask went somewhere, and Alsace, falling into depression, was like a cloak.

"There's some blood shining, Egg Yan is getting even bigger, and the masked swordsman is strangely worn out that he's not dead."

But Exile himself is full of creativity. I can stand, strangely enough.

The only reason I know Exile is a winner is simply because he's not down.

No, I'm also suspicious if it's a winner.

At a time when I activated a divine power I didn't intend to use. At the time they caught up to it, isn't it a loss?

It could have been the arrogance of the winner, but it was also the truth.

"Egg! Get away from there! Not if you're screaming!

"The Devils of the Bereavement: Circle of Stan."

No, Yut made it true.

The moment Larsia was slightly distracted by the struggling, little by little, time to the roar of Exile's victory. With a long sword sticking out on the field, Yut released eight pages from the spell document to cleave heaven.

As they are guided, they become a circular magic formation, along the orbit around Exile and Alsace - where Yut was being chased around by Larsia.

Irrespective of the power of will or resistance to magic, the Eighth Ladder's theoretical spell, The Devils of Mourning, prunes the consciousness of life within range.

Nevertheless, although there is a limitation that it is ineffective for those with high vitality, Exile was caught up to the end of the line by Alsace.

Larsia's warnings when she noticed the Yut's maneuvers didn't even make it, and the thunderlights emanating from the magic formation pierced and engulfed the Exile.

"Oh-ho. The mountain is down!

Sounds duh, and Exile falls down on his back. The sight is as if the legendary giant had been fought by a brave man. At the same time, the hugeness is solved and it returns to its original size.

"Don't even think about it!

"It's the King's idea!

But I didn't have time to watch that sight in Yut and Larsia. We can't even tell each other's partners that we lost out worrying about our people, etc.

Once again, the mysterious magician with the long sword and the bandit (Rogue) equipped with the dagger are still walking around the field. Neither of us can make up our minds. Chasing.

But there was room for Larsia's expression.

The situation is simple. Winning is better for getting to the finals.

It's time for Yut's health to be near its limit. If so, you should go to battle with your stomach.

"Hey there!

As expected, Yut stepped forward.

The most unexpected and most likely choice.

"I've been waiting."

Smiling, Larsia takes another step. If I run away here, I'll just be able to catch up with you. Besides, the victory rolls in on its own.

If you want, you have to take it away.

And that's the same for Yut.

"I can't lose!

"True."

But if you can win just by the strength of your thoughts, you don't need a weapon or an army.

To the meadow species who tried to turn to the left hand side, the sorcerer waves down his long sword at the mercy of his strength. It's not as bad as amateurs, but it can't even work for Larsia.

Leaping a little on the spot, Larsia jumped on the blade.

And faster than Yut let go of his weapon, he jumped up again and stuck out a dagger for each body. A move that feels streamlined and even elegant.

It might be more appropriate to describe it as just trying to put it there rather than piercing it.

"I got it."

"Surprise, Larsia"

"Hooray."

But the blade of the dagger does not reach the steeple.

Before that, I was blocked by two arms.

"Four arms? Who the hell are you, a mysterious sorcerer!

Yut's - thick for a human arm, with an arm like a whole tooth.

"The Blessing of the Multi-Armed Giant, Arm of Hecatonkail." When? - Oh, yeah.

"Yes, from the beginning."

Breaking through his loose black coat, he had two arms growing from his shoulders. Precisely the arm I've been hiding under my black coat.

Of course, there's pain in that, too. But it's only imitating a giant's arm, not to the extent that he was stabbed with a dagger.

Grabbed with a motion without delay, like an arm that was growing from the beginning.

Larsia, although she managed to avoid it, lost her balance dramatically.

There, pursuit by a long sword equipped on Yut's own arm.

"Knock."

The best way to distract it is with a spare dagger.

There is also magically enhanced muscle strength, which is no longer a stage where you can do something with moves.

If you can win just by the strength of your thoughts, you don't need a weapon or an army.

However, if it is a match at the same level, it is also an important factor.

temper and obsession with victory.

So Yut outsmarted Larsia, only slightly.

But the battle isn't on yet.

With the long sword and the additional arm, Larsia was instantly seeing through that the reach was subtly different. If you jump into the nostalgia, you only have to deal with additional arms, and I don't think you're good at that control.

"It's over, Larsia!

"Huh?

But Yut's actions were beyond Larsia's predictions.

I was wondering if Larsia would do that before surprise.

Yut, who was advancing, was waving his long sword up.

I guess I took it out of my bag of infinite storage. The added arms were also each waving up a long sword. Moreover, a long sword that is temporarily equivalent in precision and power to a legendary weapon thanks to the Devil.

It was at this moment that Larsia had a hunch of defeat.

Still, Larsia stepped in a big way when she said it was a reversal in one shot if she went into the nostalgia - but Yut was reading it in Intuition (Third Eye).

"Eat."

Shake the long sword unscrupulously, and in a variance.

Although it was an attack that seemed like a frowning attack when a sword-grabbing human saw it, it worked.

Larsia crosses and defends both arms.

"Ha-ha, it's dangerous!

It's a public/private confused reality, but I can't get that thought.

Though I avoided a fatal injury, I was slapped on the spot, and for a moment, I stopped breathing.

It was Larsia who tried to get up immediately, but in front of her, three long swords were poked.

"... I have no choice. It's my loss."

"Thank you."

It was the true story of Yut.

If you just look there, you don't know which one is the winner.

"There's a battle!

Mel, the referee, announces the end of the game.

Is it because the flashy spell didn't fly? No heart, looks happy.

"Ah. Oh, my God, Egg Yan and we still - you lost"

"Exile and Larsia did have strength. But with momentary explosive power, it looks like the magician of mystery has gone up in arms."

"I say it because Arcee's putting it all together seriously, but I was actually betting on a win between a masked swordsman and a mysterious magician"

"... uh, I'd love it if Larsia won. That even if you lose, you're happy because the money comes in?

"Exactly. By the way, who are masked swordsmen and mysterious magicians?

"Come on?"

"Strong defense!

As he watched Exile and Alsace being brought out to the ambulance, Yuut, whose thread of tension was broken, sat down on the field.

The outfit of a four-armed masked magician throwing both legs shows a little funny.

There, Larsia spoke in a bulky tone.

"Ha. I didn't expect to be pushed away, not summoned."

"I don't want to do this again."

"It's convenient to have a spell with more arms, a magic scepter (magic wand), but you never used it."

"It doesn't look good. But, well, I'm not me right now."

That's all I wanted to win, says Yut.

"Sure, we probably didn't want to win that much."

"Really? No, what were you going to do with the wish for the winning prize?

"Huh? Do I ask? Are you going to listen to that?

Like Larsia is a prank kid. I mean, smile like a meadow species.

"No, I figured..."

"I don't have anything special right now, so I thought I'd have it fulfilled when I came up with something"

"You feel like the last Arcia..."

"Hmm, let's put it out to hang out with each other and play some pressure on Yut"

"You suck!

"Egg's favor was the acceptance of the hopeful rock giant, but he said, 'Well, even if you don't tell me, Yut will do it,' so I'm supposed to keep it."

Yut fell into the field.

Side by side because your back arm is in the way and you can't lean back.

"Good to win......"

There was a sense of universality in the words.