mature age. blade gun.
A weapon created by the military with great care only for Historia.
They were two pistols with chains at the ends of their handles. There was a sharp blade protruding from the edge of the black barrel, and it was easy to stab and cut as it had a sharp blade.
A gun or chain with a blade doesn't mean it's pointless. Inside the muzzle, a specially processed heavy bullet was aiming at the enemy, and the chain attached to the pistol was also useful.
The gun that Historia threw down, limping through the chains, flew towards the eyes of the regressor.
Not bullets, but guns.
'That damn gun. Neither gun nor sword… !'
The returner turned Jizan in one turn and pushed it in. It was an attempt to wind her chains.
At that moment, Historia noticed a hint, pointed the other gun and pulled the trigger. Her returner reacted with a thousand radius and blocked her bullets, but Historia grabbed her chains and rushed forward.
Tatang, two shots for containment. A blade gun fell on the head of the regressor whose actions were restricted. The returner faced each other with a jizan.
Zhaoong, Jang Seong-gi and Jizan collided. Historia frowned at her heavy touch.
'Black and heavy sword. Hmmm, can you think of it as the opposite of an invisible sword? You don't have to hit it head-on… no.'
The judgment was swift. Historia's wrist turned softly. She released her handle and swung her fingers, and she spun around with her bladed gun caught in the jizz. Her bladed gun, which had her momentary shake off her jizz, pointed her muzzle at her regressor.
“Cheet!”
Heavy jizzans are slow to respond. Instead, the returner swung his chin. Just before the roar of taang, the regressor hit the gun and succeeded in deflecting it. The two of them were deaf as a strong gunshot passed by.
The damage was too minor to stop the fight. Returner and Historia clashed again.
A brief struggle. Compared to the short blade gun, the chin is longer. When the regressor shakes off the blade gun and draws the gunman's face in a big way.
A bunch of gunshots swept the floor below the field of vision. The regressor who lost his balance in the wind kicked his thigh groaned.
“Damn… !”
It instantly catches your eye, dazzles your eyes and ears with guns and gunshots. Bottom attack followed by unstable stance. From the standpoint of the victim, it was trembling.
In fact, Historia mumbled quietly.
“Sorry, my legs are a little long.”
“Hey, can you make it shorter?”
The chains snapped in while the cherub was about to fall like lightning. The indignant regressor gave strength to break the chains apart. The blade of Cheoneng's blade fell precisely into the chain and the joint of the chain.
“Wheeyu. Fished.”
At the same time Historia whistles.
👌👌👌👌👌👌
In an instant, the chains loosened and he gently embraced the cherries. At the same time, Historia drew a small circle with her toes, wrapped her chains lightly and fired.
In the sight of the returner, it seemed that dozens of chains were swaying and attacking all directions.
'The pendulum doesn't respond… ! Does this mean that it is an unexpected attack throughout the entire series?! How do you attack in an unusual way every time!'
Instead, there was a defense ceremony that responded to an unexpected attack in the celestial circle. The returner exclaimed urgently.
“Cheoneng!”
Liberates the compressed space in the cherry blossoms. The space swelled like a bubble, and the distance between the musketeer and the returner widened.
The safest shield in the world is the street. No matter how hard you try, it's meaningless if you don't hit it, so if Jizan without recoil is the strongest shield that can block anything, Cheonen is the best shield that can thwart the attack itself.
However, it didn't work for musketeers.
Explosive goggles, zero point catcher.
bang. The bullet that was promised to strike ripped open the space.
“Oh.”
The hem of the torn coat and the blood that leaked out of the crevice were scattered along the wind.
A bullet passed through the returnee's right arm. To say it was rubbed, a piece of flesh on his right arm fell off and blood was oozing out, but to say that it was the result of a qigong that touched reason was not good enough.
“Good weapons, good clothes, good reactions. Without one of the three, one pair would have flown away… .”
A premiere mixed with qigong blooms. Historia blew at her muzzle and blew in her mouth. The scattered smoke drifted backwards with the wind.
“Of course, the biggest reason is that my gun’s power has weakened because of the hasty shooting. Anyway, you. It's strong. Contrary to how it looks.”
The regressor clenched his teeth, ignoring the fiery laceration of his right arm.
“It’s difficult… !”
“There’s nothing you can’t say to your sister.”
Historia, who pulled the chain with her toes, turned the blade gun round and round. Her regressor lifted her chinensis, healing her wounds little by little with her blood wine.
'A gun is a gun no matter how strong it is. It's tricky, but that's it! How should I respond… !'
Even without the gun, Historia was just strong.
also young Enough energy too. The movement is like acrobatics and the strength is considerable. Above all, use the given situation and weapons to the fullest with a natural sense of combat.
It engages in psychological warfare with a swaying muzzle, and responds in the right place at both long and short distances. If you pay attention to him, the flashing blades will come rushing in. If you swing your weapon to block, the means to counter the bullets that follow disappears, and when you adjust the distance, you catch up with chess in close combat and chains at medium range.
'Should I change my destiny? But it's difficult to deal with this type of sense… . Shit, I really don't know, even if I know. She said that this woman, who is closer to the military than anyone else, will become a key figure in the new kingdom… !'
He was a regressor who had confidence in his own stamina, but he did not know who would win even if he continued to fight like this.
However, the returnee was not worried. The more you fight, the more you get an advantage because you were a regressor.
“Big… !”
It was a single blow.
A general flew through the air. When the general, who barely withstood the blow on the weapon, was about to slide with his bayonet on the ground. His body was sucked towards the white girl.
There is no fluttering of a single piece of clothing or a single strand of hair, even in strong winds. Tyr, who had been walking alone as if time had stopped while wearing a black parasol obliquely toward the sun, held out her hand.
“It’s difficult to control your strength, so you can survive on your own.”
The darkness that spread everywhere turned towards my master. The general, unable to escape from the flow, scrambled his arms. It was pointless resistance.
Tyr, with a movement that could be said to be relaxed, spread his palms and pushed the generals away.
It was a gesture that looked like the lady's grumbling, but the person who was hit didn't think so. He suddenly felt as if his gravity had changed direction and thrust him to the ground.
The back is bent, and the body is floating. The crumpled body rolled over the flowing ground.
The general, who was like the sky to the soldiers, falls out without much resistance.
One of the officers who was leading the troops cried out in contemplation.
“Impossible! Unstoppable!!”
It was a pathetic cry, an urgent report, and the simplest expression of this situation.
Tyr, so that no one can be behind her. She advanced, pushing one by one.
“Chief! You should ask for support! can't stop… ! There is not!”
In fact, even Historia was caught by one person, so I couldn't answer him. Historia smirked.
“… I have to admit one defense. I can't get through it easily.”
The returner took a deep breath and responded.
“Be confident, very!”
“Cutie. sorry. I don't have time to relax.”
Historia pointed the gun up and pulled the trigger.
Taan.
A flash of light rose into the sky. It was a signal shot. Historia, who grabbed her weapon, muttered in a tone of disappointment.
“If possible, I wanted to delay the arrival of the main unit, but… . I can't help it. I have no choice but to call.”
“It would be a long way away. Would you come all the way here to fire a signal?”
“Of course, it is possible. How do you think I got ahead of you? No, should I ask if I really came alone?”
It was as he said.
It is a military country whose operational retreat is proudly listed in the operational manual. If they avoid fighting, there is no way that the military has chosen a clumsy method since they decided to fight.
At the very least, it is the military's way to wage war only after securing a tactical advantage.
If so, here's the question. What does the military think about the superiority of power?
'Even in the military, it would be difficult to deal with Tirkanjaka without a high-ranking wizard or high-ranking priest… . There is no such thing as a priest in the military. no way?'
The moment when the regressor, who seemed to have realized something, felt ominous and turned away. Her voice came.
“The magic begins.”
A powerful voice calling out magical powers was placed low on the meta-conveyor belt. The returner's expression, who had guessed who the owner was, became urgent.
'no! maybe this… !'
“What do you think. After all, is time on your side?”
It was Historia who rushed this time. The returner could not respond and continued the battle.
Meanwhile, the magic began.
“set.”
How do humans get to the top of a mountain?
“lee.”
You can run briskly, or you can jump and climb up. Some will climb up a cliff, and some will fly and fall lightly.
Or, they may be born at the top from the beginning and do not know the existence of the lower neighborhood.
But the most common way is to go up one step at a time.
Honest, and sincere.
They are said to be pioneers, who overcome a path that no one has found and show a path to those who follow. People admire and admire them.
And they ridicule those who take one step at a time towards a distant summit as foolish. There is no wonder or emotion to go up the stairs one by one the way anyone would do it.
Foolish people only get ridiculed.
“I am in charge of the meta-conveyor belt, military correspondent Piyu. I warn the military personnel.”
Between the following spells, the golem raised his voice as high as possible and shouted.
『After a while, Captain Frelbjor's magic will be cast. Soldiers, each and every one of you, take the best possible self-defense measures.”
stupid and inefficient Life is short and the road is long, even the limits are clear. Let alone the top, it will fall out without reaching the middle of the hill.
But.
The great nature that humans admire is also a mountain formed by the gathering of dust. The water drops that have dug out the rocks over the years of honesty lead to wonder, and when you see the river that the flowing water has dug, you will be touched.
Even if it's a coincidence, how to move mountains if they pile up and pile up.
He collected and collected dust like magic. When others created the world, she used only magic that anyone could do. Using only ceremonial magic, she laid the groundwork step by step. She always ate and trained only what was good for her magic, increasing her magic amount and affinity.
Days, weeks, months, years, decades… . After repeating her training and research, she became a sixth general.
Higher-level magic still cannot be used. I don't have the talent for that.
However, the magic of the mage has developed to an extent that cannot be compared with anyone in terms of quantity.
“Otherwise, you will die.”
Even before the signalman's warning was over, the soldiers had already hid in their positions and crouched, clad in tarpaulins and incendiary artillery.
Ready.
“check.”
Unique magic, magic of scale.
The magical power that seemed to cover the world converges to a single point in an instant.
A low voice was heard. The powerful 'spells' of those who have actually accomplished great deeds that only great men who have dug one path can do it.
“Firenheit, Millionaire.”
the sun went down