Chapter 289: 289 288 words "the only shoulder piece".

The sanctuary of the Daishinden. A shadow floating in the air shakes its outline like a blur.

At the same time, I could feel that it was sitting on top of the altar and then stood up straight. It was probably because the altar was set up several steps higher. It looked as if it was moving in the sky.

Slowly, a human figure took shape there. Herdt-Stanley's eyes could see his figure, which had an atmosphere that seemed to split the darkness. There was no longer any need to ask who he was.

The evil dragon who crushed the nation in his jaws, the infamous name of the natural enemy of the human species. He, the treacherous, the treacherous, the traitorous, the master of vice.

His name must be an unmistakable abomination to the people of the Great Saints. A name that everyone abhors and is afraid to speak.

And when it must be called, it is called with all kinds of malice, with a hatred and fear that almost burns the entrails. That name is...

--Lugis Vrilliganth. Viciousness itself.

That figure, averted from all eyes and abhorred by all, now loomed in the great temple of Flimsulat. There it is, before the golden eyes.

Herdt opened his mouth, his lips quivering slightly.

"You have been on a very hard journey. You have been famous for a long time. I thought you were no longer interested in me.

The white-bladed sword clutched in both hands shook as if it were full of hair. Heldt couldn't stop a kind of shiver from going through his body.

It was not a feeling of fear, but a different feeling, one that would be the opposite of fear.

It's true what I said. Since the battle of Garou Amalia, they have not even encountered each other, let alone crossed blades. But in the meantime, he has acquired all kinds of things on his person.

Heroic honor in the heraldry. A frightening notoriety in the Great Sacred Church. All of this is to applaud him. Lugis now carries more on his shoulders than most men can bear. His mood is different from when he used to be.

The figure reflected in his eyes is also much larger and more intimidating than when he used to call himself an adventurer in Galuamaria. I wonder if it is because of his behavior rather than his appearance.

However, Heldt had no intention of being suppressed or overpowered by this atmosphere.

His exhalation was hot, and his golden eyes widened. He felt his cheeks collapse slightly.

In response to Held's smile, Lugis descended one step, leaning on his beloved sword at his waist. You can't completely read his expression in the dim light, but he seemed to have a distorted smile on his face.

The teeth of Lugis clicked loudly. As he opened his lips, he made a sound that could not have been more ridiculous.

"If we forget you, hero, then the whole world will be forgotten. All your fame is meaningless in front of you.

His voice sounded as if he was holding something back. He wondered if it was an emotion, or something more unbearable. Even Heldt couldn't tell what it was.

However, he could tell that Lugis's stern eyes, which were even fierce, were piercing him.

Well, judging from his behavior and words, it seems that you are still his enemy. That's wonderful. I'm very happy for you. Because that's what I've been doing.

Then there is only one language, as the battlefield agreement states. Or perhaps it had been for both of them from the beginning. Heldt's white blade strokes the sky slightly.

The words that are being spoken now are all a game. All that is being said now is a game. The raging river of passion in his body cannot be stopped, but only splashes up.

Therefore, the only thing that can speak anymore is his might.

Another level, Lugis lowered himself. The glow of the purple light is pulled out of the scabbard as if to cut off the space itself. Herdt also responded by taking a step closer to the shrine.

The only thing it does is compress the space to the point of suffocation.

I don't remember doing anything to deserve being called a hero. I'm just Heldt Stanley. And here I stand before you.

These words are not embellished, they do not show vanity or arrogance, they are almost bland. But this was the unmistakable heart of Held Stanley himself.

Even if he was a hero, even if he was a great man, even if he was a general. What good would it do in front of him? It wouldn't help me at all. Lugis is a man who ate up all those titles and moved on.

That's why he only needs one title.

Herdt gripped his beloved sword, half-collapsed, and readied himself. His breath slipped down his throat.

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"I suppose you and I will have to become enemies, Rougis Vriligant.

Herdt said, scooping up the words that had fallen out of Lugis' mouth that night. Herdt said, scooping up the words that had fallen out of Lugis's mouth that night, and even a hint of sarcasm appeared on his cheeks, which was unusual for someone named Herdt-Stanley.

In response, Lugis took another step forward and opened his mouth with a gleam of purple light. His eyes shone with a piercing light, just piercing the gold. The distance between them was now close enough.

"Very well. You're right, Held Stanley.

In the event that you have any questions concerning where and how to use the internet, you can call us at the web site. The look in his eyes intensified the evil atmosphere, and despite his light tone, something dark was hidden from the edge of his words.

But still, is it just my imagination that he sounds somewhat happy? The lips of Lugis jumped.

We are enemies, no doubt. I'm an abandoned child of low birth. You are noble and brilliant. I couldn't lift a finger to reach you. I couldn't even cling to your back.

The words Lugis speaks are sometimes out of Herdt's sight. He spoke and acted as if he were an old friend, as he had since the days of Garou Amalia.

But I don't feel bad about that. In fact, I feel as if it were the truth. I felt as if I had made the right decision in taking up arms with him here.

In front of me, there was a hint that Lugis' presence had become stronger and more intense. Both of their swords sharpened, as if they were about to cut through the sky.

But now the days of sunshine are over, and the night is drawing to a close for me. Rest assured, Heldt-Stanley. You won't make it out alive today.

It was as if it was all set in stone. Just as Lugis finished his words, white and purple lightning interlocked in the darkness. Neither came first, neither came later.

It was just... They both swung their swords at the same time, as if they had been waiting for this moment, as if they had been waiting for this moment.

I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not.

I'm not sure what to say.

I'm not sure what to make of it. In the event that you have any questions regarding where and how to use the internet, you can call us at our own web site. His fingertips were freezing cold, and he could feel them getting even colder.

To the casual observer, it would have looked like a girl trembling in awe at the overwhelming mating of wills. At least that's what it looked like to the cathedral knight who held up his shield to protect Alueno.

But what is in Alueno's heart is not like that, it is like something else.

I'm not sure what to make of it.

--It's not like that. It's not really hostility or resentment.

I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it, but I'm going to try.

There was only one thing in his heart. I don't like it.

Herdt-Stanley, what he feels for Lugis is probably the kind of thing you feel for a good enemy or a friend. It's called affection. You can see it even now as he engages his sword.

And so the feeling is strong, and so pure. I guess it has something to do with the fact that he himself is somewhat of a sincere person.

I'm fed up. It's not the way Heldt-Stanley is. It's the fact that my childhood friend Lugis is responding to those feelings. I felt a chill in my heart, a chill in my guts.

And the next thing that came to Alueno's mind was not jealousy or envy.

There was only one thing. He was thinking about how to strip away that which was currently around Lugis. The golden eyes gleamed with a radiance that was somewhat beyond human comprehension.

Because there is only one hand he has to take. And the hands around him need only be one.

The way Hertz-Stanley is. Accepting him, in whatever form that takes, must be an act of reaching out. That's the only thing Alueno can't seem to tolerate.

A hint of demonic energy gathered in her eyes and around her. The air in the temple trembled, as if in awe of Alueno's presence, as if in praise of his gold. At the moment Alueno's voice spilled out of his mouth, accompanied by his magic.

--Yes, you're not the kind of person who's easily quieted down, are you?

It was then that Alueno heard a voice he had heard before. An intense black eye was at the edge of his vision.

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