Academy of Genius Knife-Episode 57
#57
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.!”
“Big, big, big, big, big, big, big.!!”
The double glazing echoed through the rain and into the mountains. The twin-headed ogre punched his fist. Ronan, running to the ground, pulled the hilt..
‘It would have to take less than it did then..’
Ronan rushed to the ogre's right and swung the La Mancha. The texture of the knife's chewy skin was delivered to your fingertips.
At the same time, the Ogre's fist lowered Ronan's place. Bang!! The ground turned over in a mass, and the soil, which was not yet wet, popped out. The left head turned a step later, and the left head burst into anger..
“Kwoa, Aak.!”
Indeed, La Mancha was a sword. A stab, like a jar, was carved on the ogre's thigh. I had to wield my sword hundreds of times in the same spot to feed the effective star. It was a result that contrasted with the previous life..
“Damn it..”
But Ronan's face was not bright. The wound wasn't deep enough, but it was too fast for anyone.. After a few seconds, the bleeding stopped, and even the buried thing was in the rain water. Washed down..
Then the ogre's kick flew to the front. Ronan rolled and evaded the attack. Before he could raise his body, a huge log fell over his head.
“Fucking···!”
It's too late to avoid. Ronan swung the knife in a sitting position. The wood was cut out, and the ogre's bewildered face was revealed. Ronan, who leapt straight, hung on the trunk of a tree in the ogre's hands.
“Gwok!”
The ogre laid the log. Ronan, who at the same time stepped on a tree branch and jumped on the ogre's chest with La Mancha I plugged it in. Hooked! About 30% of the test was dug into the skin..
“Big Evil!”
The ogre is trying to catch a mosquito, and Ronan with the palm of his hand on the other side. I got off. Ronan jumped to the floor as he waited. Puck! At the same time, La Mancha shoved deep into his chest as his palm lowered to the hilt.
“bigaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
“That's what we're talking about.!”
From two mouths burst a painful shout. It seemed to hurt his intestines because he had keratinized. Ronan, clambering up in the ogre's underwear, grabbed the hilt again.
This time it had to be done. Ronan pulled the hilt down and leapt to the ogre's eyes. La Mancha, drawn as if attracted, painted the arc.
Standing! There was a red line on the forehead of the left head, and blood and brain water rose. The right head, which confirmed the death of his brother, cries and screams in his eyes I screamed..
“Khwaaaaaak!”
“You should go with me..”
Standing. A series of strikes cut the neck of his right head. The texture of the arteries and neck bones was clearly felt. Thump! The ogre's giant moved back. Ronan, who landed, muttered wryly..
“It would have been better if I had fought when I was sane..”
When the ogre's breath was lost, the stigma that was flashing in his chest slowly fizzled out. Blood from the rainwater was flowing along the slope.
Even if he did not finish the match, he did not open the spirit. Ronan ran down the mountain path with his old master's sword behind him..
As we got closer to the temple, the surrounding landscape was gradually becoming bleak. The trees were broken or rooted. The bodies of mountain beasts and ogres were everywhere.
Then I saw no more dragon ascension, no more tumultuous Mana. Finally arriving at his destination, Ronan stopped in place.
“···Fuck.”
The earth was overturned like a furrow of a planter. The forest that surrounded the temple turned into a rugged void.
The appearance of the temple in the ruined ruins without leaving a single pillar I couldn't find it. I'm just about to take a step, and the voices of men and women are raining. I heard it..
“Uh * * * How···.”
“I told you. It's time to hear the iron..”
It was the voice of Sarante and Brigia. Ronan turned hurriedly. I saw Brigia standing in the rain in the middle of the ruins. Sarante hasn't seen it yet, whether it's because it was covered in her back..
‘That bitch, too.···!’
Ronan twisted his lips. He approached Brigia as much as he could. Sarante's voice came again..
“What number of···are you calling?···?”
“That's what I want to ask. If you didn't have the stars, you'd be really in danger..”
“Star Gahorani * * * Another strange power···.”
As they got closer, Brigia's figure came into their eyes. Ronan frowned when he saw the terrible moll.
The bottom of the left elbow was neatly cut. Almost all of his clothes were torn and close to his body. There was still blood streaming from his right ear, which had disappeared for more than half a year.. It was a marvelous slander to stand in such a good position..
“I never thought it would be this much. This is the power that is not yet complete.···The officers are the dragons. I think you know why you want to advance by writing..”
Nevertheless, Brigia's voice had a sense of lightheartedness. I felt a sense of relief that I was glad it was over..
So what the hell happened to Sarante? Ronan, narrowing the distance little by little, can finally see Sarante There were.
He was breathing as he leaned his back against Seniel's body. The priest's hallway, both ears, is better than Brigia at first glance. The plight seemed better.
The problem was that the lower half of the body was completely gone. Originally, there was so much blood down the spot where your waist should be. I was crying and springing up..
Ronan's eyes grew larger. He reflexively tugged at the hilt and rushed towards Brigia. Just before the blade touched his neck, Brigia turned her head with Ronan He smiled with his eyes on him..
“Oh, that's her..”
Brigia raised her hand. Caen! La Mancha stopped blankly, unable to cut her down. Imperceptibly, Brigia's hand holds a dagger with a black aura. There was. Ronan, who shot the raid in a row, cried out as if he were throwing up.
“Bitch like this dog! What did you do?!!”
“Thank you earlier. It's nice to have a wide back..”
There was no sense of urgency in his smirking voice. The raid was stopped again, but Ronan wielded his sword without a break..
Caen! Caen! Caen! Each time the two men's arms moved, a fire broke out in the rain. Brigia opened her mouth, effortlessly avoiding or preventing Ronan's attack.
“But why are you here? I saved you at best, but if you do this, you have no choice but to kill him..”
“Shut up.···!”
Ronan called his eyes. The flow of mana was littered everywhere around the area. Ronan strikes along the stream that stretches toward Brigia among them. I blew it..
“Uh?”
Several times faster raids flew, cutting raindrops. Brigia, hunched over the danger, hurriedly took a defensive position. Kaang! The dagger, which failed to overcome the impact, popped into the air..
“Big!”
“Get rid of it.!”
Ronan was about to wield the knife again. An impassive aura came up Ronan's backside. Ronan, who had stopped the attack by instinct, pulled himself back. Bang! A huge thorn in the shadow was exactly where Ronan was. It welled up. Beyond the thorns came the voice of Brigia.
“It's a recipe..”
“You're using shitty technology..”
Ronan, poised, galloped back toward Brigia. The thorns soared so that their feet were afraid to fall from the ground. At the same time, the air was blowing, and five thorns rose from different directions The dog shot at Ronan..
Ronan spun five laps and swung his sword. Standing! The thorns are cut along the sword path, and the appearance of Brigia is revealed. Ronan shook it. Over her shoulders was an ebon black, sinister mana.. In it, a familiar group of lights sparkled like stars in the night sky. A gnat-like intonation came from Ronan's lips.
“···Nebula Claridge.”
“What? How do you do it?···”
Instead of answering, Ronan shot the sword. Brigia crossed the back lot and avoided the attack. The shadow draped under her feet rose on her legs. Her eyes were completely changed, and she shot in a livid voice.
“Where did you hear that name??”
“Your mother told me..”
“···I can't really keep him alive..”
Brigia swung one remaining arm like a whip. Quaaaa! The blade of the shadow, which waited so long that the end could not be seen, was directed towards Ronan. Shot. It was an incredible skill to be a seriously injured person..
“Damn it.!"
Ronan set the sword vertically. A huge explosion as the shadow, blown apart, hits the peak of the mountain caused. But the offensive was not over. The thorns, like fingers, rushed back to Ronan. One thorn that he could not cut through Ronan's shoulder..
“ohhhhhhhhh!”
Blood splashed. The pain came, but there was no time to ache. The shadow thorns twitched like vines and followed Ronan. I would do anything to narrow the distance, but the access itself was impossible. The car was suddenly in Ronan's head, hitting the thorns in the middle of the road. Sarante's voice rang out.
[Ronan. Step back..]
“Shang, surprise. He was alive.?”
[Not yet. I'll make time. Get out of the gap. Get out of the gap..]
I felt my fingertips tremble. Instinctively hunched over the danger, Ronan turned his back and started running. Brigia fired..
“You're running away with all sorts of bravado.?”
Brigia swung her hand with a sneer. Again, a crescent-shaped shadow shot toward Ronan. Ronan leaned down without striking and dodged. It was a moment when a shadow passed over Ronan's head. Suddenly the sky brightened.
“Well.?”
Brigia looked up. At the same time, a huge lightning stalk fell over her head. Kwaaaang! The current that is mixed with mana explodes, and the flash that you can't see in front of you. Covered his son-in-law. Now this was an opportunity. Ronan, who turned and ran, caught Sarante, who was half way..
“Salivary, you just did it.?!”
[Why are you here?!]
“So you just let him die? And that bitch must have been destroyed anyway..”
[Probably not. Put me down now and run away. You can't give up the opportunity Seniel gave you..]
“Yes? That's what you're talking about.?”
Ronan frowned. Then the flashes became frequent, and Brigia appeared..
“Huck * * * Huck * * * Huck···.”
I was shocked when I stood still and breathed. It seemed like it was, but there was no other abnormality in the body. Monstrous years. Something came into Ronan's eyes as he muttered.
‘That's it.···?’
A translucent membrane was flashing around Brigia's body. It was a bizarre tabernacle that gave a completely different impression than the Mana Shield. I had a feeling that I didn't know why. Sarante spoke as if he were deplorable..
[Alas, this time too···,]
“That's the only thing I see, isn't it? What's that??”
[I'm called "Star Gaho" ···I'm not sure. All the attacks that reached there have been lost or destroyed..]
“All attacks don't work·?”
[Yes. I don't know what the power is, but the impact itself has changed. It's not something you can deal with..]
Ronan shrugged his eyebrows. There was clearly a memory I had seen before. Brigia, choosing her breath, opened her mouth..
“You can't be vigilant, Sarante. Huck, you almost died this time..”
“Rain * * * Scared···.”
“Haha, you're cowardly.···Huck, anyway, this has lost your odds altogether.···.”
Brigia reached out. As the shadows gathered, the dagger that Ronan had struck earlier reappeared. She looked at Ronan and Sarante and said, turning the dagger around.
“I'm tired of it.···Huck, let's make an end of it..”
Shadows gathered under Brigia's feet. The shadow that rose over her body covered her body like armor. The shadow that grew on the dagger formed the shape of the longsword. One after another, the space behind her back was blank, and hundreds of thorns were visible.
Whoever looked at it was preparing for the last strike. A weary voice came from under the shadowy helm.
“My friend's neck is···Huck, I need to take it myself.···.”
“Ah * * * Ah···.”
Sarante, pale as a corpse, sank into despair. He said that while that shield was activated, Brigia was virtually invincible. Explained. As he listened, Ronan's eyes grew as if to pop out. The name of the chew that I can never forget was in my head..
‘Ahayute···!’
I was reminded. In the shield that envelops Brigia, I felt it from the bastard. I felt an impression that was similar to the one.
Ahayute either shed or destroyed the attacks of those except Ronan. The accident was like a puzzle. A group that worships baldness. The Power of Baldness.
Ronan, contemplating something for a moment, whispered to Sarante.
“Sarante.”
[Yes.?]
“I can make a gap just once.?”
[That's what you're talking about.···.]
“I don't want the same thunderbolt as before. I like one real trifle. I mean,···”
Ronan hastily explained the woven operation in a whisper. Sarante, silent with a questioning look, nodded. At that moment, Brigia's figure disappeared from view.
“Good-bye, Sarante..”
Ronan focused his mind. Time slowed and the figure of Brigia was in sight. Behind her back, the thorns, shot late, fly through the heavy rain. There was. At the moment of excision, Sarante's intonation was heard in his ears.
“···Wind Spear.”
Wedge liquid! There was an enchantment in the air, and a wind spear made up of Brigia. Shot toward. Ronan, who ran out at the same time, swung the La Mancha..
The distance narrowed in an instant. Ronan was slightly faster. Brigia, who alternated between Ronan's strike and Sarante's Magic, is Sarante's He turned his head toward magic..
It was a very rational and rational judgment. It's obvious that it's going to get stuck in the Gaho anyway, but it's rather than the knife of the kid I see for the first time today. No wonder the magic of a skilled wizard is a threat..
And that judgment split her fate. La Mancha literally tore the shield and painted the arc. Standing! Brigia's head rose into the air.
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