633 – 8. Testament (7)
The body of the dead knight flew into the air before the blood flowed out. It was because Celine threw away that heavily armed body at the same time he raised his body.
With only one hand.
The confusion of the knight who was holding the sword was inevitable. While the sight was obscured by the corpse of an old colleague, the knights rushing from behind began to swing their swords in succession.
There was no time to look back. It looked like a full-blown singlet.
Hook!
The body of the rushing knight hesitated, and the overflowing blood flowed between his lips. Although the girl still had her back turned.
An unusually long blade poked out between the woman’s armpits. That cool line of light was the knight’s heart.
It was a strategy that used the range of attitude to the limit.
Nevertheless, the remaining knights do not stop. So was Celine.
In line with their sword attacks, the girl who turned around burrowed into the arms of the knight. Before long, the hand that had been holding the posture in reverse shifted back to the right posture.
Kagak, the woman’s hand twisting the blade scattered the flash of her death.
One Island.
Hell’s flames that flow down through his attitude instantly heat up the surroundings.
“Quaaagh! Oh, resistance armor… Why oh oh oh oh…….!”
Ignoring this, one of the knights rushed in screaming and fell over. The flames that consumed his whole body mercilessly gnawed at even the armor protected by various magics.
The benefits of flame were not limited to that.
Fireworks, the bursting flames limited the knights’ field of vision.
The trail of light that flew in from beyond took the life of another knight. The Royal Guard knights could not hide their agitation at the unexpected resistance, but waited for the flames to subside.
If only the girl hadn’t appeared after tearing through the wall of flame.
The next victim was unable to respond to Celine’s sudden sprint. It was because Celine had been shot in a very low position with her tiny body even if she didn’t.
It was around that time that the trainee knight recommended Iris to evacuate.
“Your Highness, run away!”
Just then.
The hands of the wizards who were chanting spells from behind flashed up. It meant that during the time the knights had sacrificed their lives to secure, the gear nose magic had been completed.
No monster can withstand the passing of court mages.
The common sense that has been used so far will undoubtedly exert its power today.
Just do it.
Iris thought so too until the sound of snapping her fingers resonated.
“aaagh!”
With a roar, the flames rose from the floor and began to burn one of the court mages. No matter how much I screamed or twisted my body, the flames did not go out, but rather greedily increased its size.
Of course, the order was canceled. It’s just that I can’t quite understand.
Iris and the wizard’s eyes turned to the source of the sound. Again, the sound of finger snapping.
“Keuk?! Uh, how… aaagh!”
Amid the blazing flames and shimmering scenery, the girl was slowly taking steps.
All of the knights who had run ahead had no response. In the aftermath of the battle, a woman whose hood had been removed, her coveted dark hair flying like a trail, was walking along.
Every time she snaps her fingers, she does.
“Ah, ah… aaagh!”
The court mage’s scream overlaps.
There is no harbinger, and the flames rise ignoring all defensive magic.
It was a spell I had never heard of before. Only then did small beads of sweat begin to form on Iris’ forehead.
With the burning earth behind, Celine stood tall. As if she recognized the skills of the acolyte knights who stood by Iris’ side until the very end.
Although there are only two of them, there was no awkwardness even though their skills were called the best.
High Expert.
Because one of the two was one of the twenty or so strong men on the continent, and the other one was also slightly inferior to him.
The outcome was clear.
No matter how strong you are, there is only one opponent, and there are two on this side. The High Expert, who knew how to properly deal with images, had to be seen as a force that was incomparable to other knights.
Yes, definitely.
Iris, who soothed her shocked heart, finally regained her composure. No, or maybe he was just pretending to get it back.
Because his lips were trembling slightly.
“You… Do you know what you are doing?”
It was a poisonous language.
Tone and gaze with obvious hostility and intent to kill. On the other hand, the answer that came back had a sense of fluttering like ashes.
“You?”
I mean ‘you’.
Iris’ brow slightly furrowed at the title she hadn’t heard a few times in her life. A title that didn’t feel the slightest bit of respect or respect wasn’t suitable for a noble princess.
But there was no time to complain.
“Do you, do you fully understand what you have done?”
The tawny eyes of that question were empty. Unable to feel any emotions, Iris hesitated to answer her for a moment, despite the somewhat weary gaze.
Why?
From that emotionless voice, I felt a strange sense of danger. It was an alarm triggered by an intuition beyond sight or hearing.
Soon, the attitude is right.
“I’ll let you know from now on. What have you done?”
Back, Celine lowered her posture slightly as her hands gripped her handle. Her legs bent as if she were about to leap at any moment, and her sword blade pointed straight ahead like a rhinoceros horn.
“Even the price you have to pay.”
Any further conversation was useless.
The explosion that exploded with a bang was rather late. A world where even sound can’t follow, the collision has already reached reality as an event that has already arrived.
Celine’s hand was on her shoulder. In the process, the swordplay turned to the front, but in fact, this was only a secondary effect.
The sword coils like her whip.
The blow that maximized her rotation power increased the power proportional to the length of the blade. The moment when binge drinking was born was right after that.
Encountering sword and sword, the knight who caused the first collision leaned back.
It was to keep Celine’s flame in check. As if her choice was not wrong, chlorine immediately reveals her greedy tongue.
However, the opponent was a skilled swordsman.
Normally, I would focus on getting back up from the moment I leaned over, but common sense is useless in battle.
A flash of light shoots like a thunderbolt.
At the same time, another sword was slashing down from the sky aiming at the top of the head. At this rate, Celine’s only option would be to retreat.
When that happened, she had no choice but to give in one by one.
The distance, the point of view, even my own life in the past.
This was the fear of a pincer attack. In order to respond alone, she had to use a force many times greater than her opponent’s.
That’s common sense.
But, yes.
Common sense is useless in battle.
Celine tilted her head slightly to her side. That was the end of all evasive actions.
Hook!
“What, what… Whoops!”
An awe-inspiring sound erupted from the mouth of the knight who leaned over her body. Any human with common sense would have no choice but to do so.
Because Celine had both swords stuck in her body.
The tilt of her head saved her crown, but the blade, which had dug deep into the nape of her neck, cut almost to her collarbone. Moreover, the sword of the knight who leaned over her body penetrated the girl’s stomach.
Instant death.
Anyone had to think that way. But Celine was still looking down at the knight who leaned over her with calm eyes, and she was halfway into his chest with her Celine attitude.
Her eyes, full of disbelief, complained of resentment. In terms of the degree of injury, the girl would definitely be more severe.
Rather, the only one who lost her life was the knight.
The knight’s grip of resentment gripped her attitude. Even if she lost her life, as if she would be of help.
The last knight who saw that determination gritted his teeth.
“Jade!”
But it was too late.
Holding on to her attitude, Celine brandished the knight’s corpse like a blunt weapon. After that it’s always the same.
Boom!
Fireworks burst out, and the knight, unable to overcome the shock, fell to the ground. Celine pulled out her sword from her body with a dry expression.
With a thud, the lost sword pathetically rolls on the ground.
No blood flowed from Celine’s body. Instead, she blazed, blazed, and scattered sparks as she slowly healed her wounds.
Tawny eyes turned to the final victim. Despite her trembling voice, Iris left a pretentious assessment.
“…… You are not human.”
It was what I expected. As long as the situation of being kidnapped by the Dark Church was certain, it was easy to guess that the body would have been remodeled.
But this kind of immortality.
I was stabbed in two critical places. Still, Celine didn’t even shed her blood, let alone let her scream out.
Who can call this monster a ‘human’?
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Iris’s brilliant brain drew her conclusions at once.
“Perhaps ‘Seven Sins’… But, why are you such an insignificant person?”
“You’ve been looking down like that all your life.”
Again, a pitchless voice rang out.