Chapter 605 Imprisonment

In the dark cave, the shining glow of the spirit god sword shines a faint light. But the world is as dark as ever.

In front of them is Ordov, an unusual figure, the former king of Hyfolia.

The muscles that were strong and swelling were thin, and the limbs were like twigs. The skin has flaked, the eyes are unfocused, and the ears are distorted.

How long have you been imprisoned here? His appearance tells us that yesterday was not the case today.

Soma complete healing "<>!"

Barzarondo draws a magic circle, and Ordov is wrapped in warm light.

But-it doesn't heal.

Tr a nslate d b y ｊpmt l .co ｍ Neither Ordov's exhausted body nor his magical power that is about to disappear will show no signs of recovery.

"... Yeah, I'm sorry!"

White light was emitted from Barzarondo, and the caves shook with a rattling noise.

I'm going to pour in all the magical power in <> Total Healing.

This is a foamy world. It is about to die. Even healing magic, if he does his best, will affect the heavens and the earth.

"Father, now help--"

Rei complete healing Rei grips his arm trying to exercise his full power <>.

T rans l a ted b y ｊpmtl.co ｍ "What do you do? Even if the foamy world is affected a bit-"

Slowly, Ray shook his head from side to side.

With a sad expression, he looks straight into Barzalondo.

"It's too late."

In response, Barzalondo becomes serious.

I don't know. He is a warrior in the deep world. He must have watched many people so far.

"…………That should not be……!"

Sorcery Complete Healing Crouching beside Ordov, who is falling, Barzalondo uses <>.

Ray looked into the abyss of the former king with his evil eye.

"A sharp bomb is digging into the root .... The bomb just barely breaks down the root. Immediately after it was shot, I might have tried it ... … "

"I know about that!"

Speaking shouting, Barzalondo grieves at a sad expression, gazing at a magic bullet pierced into Ordov's source.

Demon Root Source Percussion Bomb “…… This is the magic bullet magic of the Great Admiral Gigi Jane's, who has no use even in the magic bullet world Enesia…”

Ray is slightly surprised.

"I was shot deep in the roots, but there is no way to survive."

While saying so, Barzalond never rests his recovery magical hand. Tr an s l ated b y ｊp ｍ t l.ｃ o m

"... but my father is ... my father-the great predecessor, Ordov the hero! A real hunter who has survived the battle and has never succumbed to any beast. ! "

Still looking into the abyss of his father, who is not likely to recover at all, Barzalondo said.

"I can't lose! I can't lose to such a wound ...!"

Barzalondo exercises <> without hesitation, with enough momentum to completely use the magic.

The glare of light wraps around Ordov, but it can't be cured right now with its roots dug.

Ordov is already half a step ahead of his destruction. Still, he poured all the magic he could not give up.

Ray turns his eyes on Evans Mana.

The holy sword, which can cut off its fate, is silent in this case.

The essence is still a sword. No matter how powerful you have regained, you will not be able to save the dying sources.

"…………Ahh……"

Barzalond is surprised. A slight voice was heard.

He turned to his father and heard it while listening to his whole body.

“……… Ba ………”

A whisper that has been shattered. But it was certainly Ordov's.

Tran sla ted b y ｊpｍt l.com "... Tsua ......... Nando ..."

Tears slightly bleed from Barzalond's eyes.

"... Yeah, yeah, my dad! Don't worry ... If you have the blessing of the Holy Holy Lord Aife, surely. Can you endure the voyage to Hyfolia?"

Only a few move Ordov's eyes.

The hand stretched trembling, but turned in a different direction than Barzarondo.

“…… where ………………………?”

I do not see. His eyes do not even show his son in front of him.

"father"

Barzalond gently took his father's hand. Thought communication Then say <> while sending.

"Here. Indeed, Barzalond is here. Father."

A few seconds later, Ordov said.

"... I'm sorry ... almost ... I can't hear ..."

A weak voice that seems to be cut off echoes on the spot.

Even thought communication <> does not reach him now.

"... but ... nostalgic ... feel the light ..."

The hollow eyes were gently pointed at the soul sword. Tr a n s l ated by Ｊp ｍt l .ｃo m

The light, which is a symbol of the high folia, is the only thing that must be mistaken to lose all five senses.

"... You too ... are there ... you're ... Rebra ... Hald ..."

Ordov knows nothing about the Militia world.

There is no other owner of the religious sword except Lebrahard. With that in mind, it's not surprising.

"... I always believed ... I believed you would come ... Yet, you're a true Holy King ..."

Ordov squeezes out the sulking voice.

It was as if I was struggling with my life.

"... Remember ...? ......... Oath of that day ......... The calamity ..."

Ordoff works hard to reach another. She didn't move as she wanted and was trembling.

Barzarondo saw it and bitten his lips. The red blood drips and drips.

"... Father, where my brother is ..."

"I remember."

Rei was gentle and took Ordov's hand.

"I want you to be relieved, Father. I will never change that oath."

In the tone of Lebrahard, Ray says.

I'm not sure if it came, but I felt Ordoff smiled a little.

"……Really……"

Bow down to Lei as Barzalond shows appreciation.

The spirit gods sword gently illuminated the three.

St. Will: "... I ... is ... to be imprisoned ...... to seal off the <> ..."

According to Luna Azenen's memory, the hunting aristocracy has left a will on the Order of Heinriel when he died.

The holy will is magic for that.

St. Will Is it possible to use <> by destroying Ordo slowly?

Grand Admiral Gigi Janes? No, no matter how unique it is, it cannot be determined by magic alone.

"... Lebrahardt ... In the end ... I need to tell you ..."

Slowly, Ordov draws a magic circle.

Thought Newsletter <> is trying to use the magical power that is almost exhausted.

"At the end ... my father ... such a bearish word ..."

Barzarondo says.

He desperately endured tears that were about to fall.

"... you too ... right ... Barza ... Rondo ..."

He breathes in his father's words.

"... the path of the Holy King ... this rainbow road is steep and has many enemies ... you are ... only you ... support the king ... do it ..."

“… What …… even if you do n’t say that …… do n’t worry…”

Nodded several times, Barzarondo held his father's hand.

"... you said that the words were enough, but ... that day ... I'll show you my oath with the calamity ... now, let's show ... Rebrahard ... Barzarondo ..."

Thought Communication Weak <> magic circle has been completed.

A magic line was connected between Ordov and the two. A piece of memory slowly flows in.

The past image revived there-