129 – Lautrek Pendrin – (2)

Kwakwang!

A deafening explosion echoed throughout the imperial palace.

The collapsed roof. Sharp fragments of brick flying between them.

Uriard drew his sword with the speed of light and slashed it. Then, without looking back, he shouted.

“Duke Harzfeld, it is no longer safe here. Preserve your body I will attach the article.”

“You don’t have to tell me, you know, Uriad.”

Hartzfeld, who was under the protection of Yuri Erd, nodded and looked at the red-haired knight who was wreaking havoc in front of his eyes.

The spirit swordsman Lautrec. The pupils, which had been dyed so black that no previously bright corner could be found, made even Harzfeld stick out his tongue.

Just a moment ago, as soon as Sylphy, the highest ranking spirit, disappeared as if evaporating, she began swinging her sword like a puppet with a thread hanging in the air.

I rushed to subdue Milia Lian Turgai, but she flew away in just a few moves. It was formidable destructive power.

“Uriard.”

“Yes.”

“Did you put Sir Lautrec next to me knowing it would be dangerous? This could be considered an attempted assassination of the Grand Duke.”

“Heh heh.”

An explosion sound again.

This time it came from the outer wall. The screams of the guardsmen and the tearing wails of the fallen spirits were so loud that Harzfeld could hear them inside.

As if they had been waiting, a group of corrupted spirits attacked from outside the imperial palace, so the guards were in a really bad situation.

There was no delay in responding because of what Euread had told them, but even a child could tell which side was inferior.

However, it is too difficult to block the spirit swordsman in front of you to hire a knight for the guards.

“Uriard, what are you going to do now? Will you kill me?”

“Who are you talking about? Are you referring to Lautrec?”

“Who else is there? You know very well that the moment you are engulfed by the power of foreign media, it is difficult to come back unless you kill it.”

Yuri Erd smiled at Harzfeld’s cold analysis and waved his hand.

“It will never happen.”

He dragged the coiled bandage around his sword and snapped his neck. With a thumping sound, light black mana began to circulate through his body.

“Like Fried Gnome, Lautrec has been seen since he was a child. He never intends to give up easily.”

Uriard revealed the sword body that had been covered by bandages.

It was a blackened blade after cutting down an alien demon that appeared in the Iscobal estate 20 years ago.

“I’m thinking of making it incapacitated for now. It’s not too late to find a solution and fix things.”

“As expected, you have a lot of affection.”

He was Harzfeld, who was once called the Iron Blood Grand Duke, but he liked Yuriard’s tender appearance.

That’s why he was able to remain close friends with him for a long time.

“You smirking old man. With that said, I can’t help but help.”

“Actually, I was aiming for that. It will be difficult for other grand dukes to seek cooperation.”

“Ha ha ha.”

Hartzfeld chuckled and clapped his hands.

Then, as if he had been waiting, Saga with light purple hair appeared from behind the wall.

The female knight, Eina Agarten, was wearing her armor, putting it to shame for her casual clothes from earlier.

“Eina, help Yurid here.”

Nodding.

Eina raised her arm. A brass-colored prosthetic arm was attached to her shoulder, which should have been cut off.

“Lord Eina, that’s… ….”

“Dwarves aren’t just good at making wine.”

Eina turned her arm proudly. She then raises the bridge of her nose as if asking.

“It suits you well.”

Nodding.

That’s when Aina jumps up and makes her laugh.

“Kuu! Coming!”

Lautrec emerged through the rubble of the wall.

Instead of his usual right hand, he held a powerful blade in his left hand.

Kwagak!

In an instant, Lautrec, who approached Yuriard, swung his sword, and he countered it.

When the sword blades collided, a shock wave swept through the entire room. It was strong enough to make my hands tingle.

The standoff did not last long. Eina jumped up and bit Lautrec and hung up.

“You look overpowered.”

“Huh. It is time for me to retire from this job.”

Yuri Erd twisted his mouth and set the blade of his sword at an angle.

Then he lunged at Lautrec and swung his sword.

Heavy wind pressure swept across her face whenever swords met each other.

Even with Eina joining in, Lautrek’s momentum never faded. No, it seemed to have gotten stronger.

“Are you saying it’s not the end yet?”

That moment when Yuriad clicked his tongue and tried to swing his sword again.

Lautrec turned abruptly. It was faster than I was aware of.

“Kuu!”

Uriard’s sword attack missed as it was, and soon an attack so swift that he could not be confirmed even with his body vision flew straight into the top of his head.

Pegging!

But there was no shock.

Eina was also staring at the incident that happened in front of her eyes.

“This.”

Lautrec had a huge golden spearhead embedded in his wrist where he gripped the sword.

Yuri Erd hadn’t had much connection with magic in his life, but he knew as much as this magic.

“Golden Spear.”

Liantour family’s secret magic.

However, the Golden Grand Duke and Seira are not here.

In that case.

“Shut up!”

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At the familiar voice they heard before long, Eina and Uriad reflexively lowered their stances.

Then, along with a semi-circular wave, dozens of golden blades were fired at Lautrec, whose arms were pierced.

Lautrek succeeded in blocking the blade by extending his other hand and extracting the power, but failed to block the golden knight who came running right after that.

Sureureung!

Milia Liantur, the female knight who flew in at the same speed as light, thrust the sword straight into Lautrec’s neck.

“… ….”

For the first time, emotion crossed Lautrec’s expressionless face.

It was embarrassing.

“Sir Lautrec.”

Covered in soot all over her body, Milia Lian Tour gasped for breath.

“I know you can hear it. Just wait there. I’ll get you out somehow.”

As he retracted his sword, he collected mana in one hand again.

“Oh, it might hurt a little bit.”

Milia, who said that, had a wicked yet bright smile that surprised everyone.

“Huh.”

In that short amount of time, Yuri Erd involuntarily understood who Millia was becoming like her.

*

What unfolded before my eyes was what could be called a war of the gods.

The apostle of the church and the two highest-ranking spirits. A terrifying spirit corps led by such an apostle.

The advance was blocked or countered by Archmage Seira Liantour as if performing a feat.

Every time she swings her arm, a great magic that will go down in history unfolds, and every movement she makes is filled with mana like a storm.

A scene as if looking at a sage god.

But.

“If we go on like this…… Lose.”

YuRia, who was watching Seo Yi from a distance, made an impression of her.

So far, it seemed like they were taking it easy, but it seemed like the damage they had received before was continuing to accumulate. The fact that Seira’s complexion turned blue proved this.

Yuria confirmed this and slapped her cheek.

She then raised her body, and she slowly made her way in front of the cliff.

“Whoop.”

Taking her deep breath, she pulled down her scarf that was covering her mouth.

Actually, she wasn’t sure if it would help. But if it stays like this, it will all be dog death.

“You have to pay for it.”

“Yuria.”

At that moment, YuRia turned her head at the voice calling her from behind.

There, Seneca, whose arm had been cut off, was looking at her with her dark expression.

“Are you thinking of writing a command? Over there?”

“Right.”

“Are you insane? It wouldn’t make any sense The lower spirits can be driven out, but as long as the highest spirits and apostles remain, the situation will not change.”

“I know.”

Seneca crumpled his face.

He complained that he didn’t like Yuria’s calm attitude.

“Then why!”

“… ….”

“Do you think they will accept you as you are? As a colleague? As a load? You who tried to kill the empress once?”

When Yuria was silent, Seneca stood on her feet, whining at her.

“Face reality. You were such a woman.”

After saying that, he approached Yuria and hit her chest with his forehead.

“Your best bet is to stay here and be retrieved by Phaedras. If you swear allegiance to the church again, you’ll be able to save your life. As an apostle, I can guarantee that.”

“I guess so.”

When Yuria nodded her head and showed her understanding, Seneca’s expression relaxed for a moment.

However.

“Are you done talking?”

Yuria turned her body again.

The destination is, of course, where Seira is fighting a fierce battle.

Seeing that, Seneca made her body tremble.

“I don’t understand. Already abandoned once, do you still believe in the world? Look at the situation You are right to do as I say.”

“… ….”

“I know you, you didn’t.”

Seneca still remembered Yuria’s face.

The memory of when she was caught together in the Lumen El Mansion and almost offered as a sacrifice. How did she survive, even when she was subjected to all sorts of abuse, and even when she tasted hell, where the power was engraved on her tongue, starting from the lower end, Yuria’s expression did not change at all. It’s just that she had a resigned expression.

She liked it. She was also coveted. After she became an apostle, she wondered if she would steal it. Although the stingy disciple cared so much for her subordinates that she couldn’t do that.

However, what about Yuria now?

She couldn’t help but be more astonished because it was Seneca who had seen her for a long time.

Isn’t the expression that seemed to have lost its color now seem to be alive and moving?

“Just what… …. A change of heart.”

Yuria shrugged her shoulders.

“You want me to believe that?”

“Believe and sleep, that it is true. Even in the darkest of circumstances.”

Yuria stopped her words for a moment and smiled.

And she was proud of her words.

“I told you to struggle.”

“Who.”

“Yes. A very nice person.”

Seneca doubted her own ears.

Then she asked with suspicion.

“Could it be Iscobal?”

“Worst. Are you crazy?”

“I guess so.”

She inadvertently agrees.

Yuria went forward again and stood in front of the cliff.

Then, she gathered all her powers and prepared her commandments.

Her Seneca could not afford to dissuade her any longer. She just sits down and watches Yuria fool around.

However.

“―――…… Uh?”

Yuria, who was reciting her words, suddenly opened her eyes wide.

She then looked up at a point.

Seneca also followed her gaze in her doubts.

“…… What is that.”

Rumble.

With the shaking, the throne began to collapse.

But that wasn’t the only reason she was surprised.

It was because a giant with a huge helmet suddenly appeared above the collapsed throne.

In one hand, she holds a gigantic scepter that glows with rainbow light, and in the other…….

“Airn?”

A girl with platinum hair, Lynxia Irrin, stood proudly with her silver-white sword in her hand.

She frowns, perhaps because her eyes are sore. Sitting awkwardly next to her is a dull knight.

It was Fried Iscobal.

“Nonsense.”

Seneca murmured in her astonishment.

She also agrees with Pedras’s plan, and she came to the spirit realm through this gate.

That’s why she couldn’t help but be more surprised.

“The Spirit King…… Why?”

The divine being, the Spirit King.

Because he was releasing his restraints and shining bright eyes.