Chapter 339: 339 338 words "the motherland and the enemy"

In front of the great gate of Jail Bella, Vestaline's lips pouted at me. There are a number of emotions in her face that no amount of words can describe.

It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

...... You are out of your mind to fight single combat. This is like letting your life get dragged through the mud. Your wounds have not yet healed, have they?

Her mouth finally found the words and she said it. The tone of her voice was one of simmering frustration and indignation.

That's a terrible thing to say. Since the commander himself was going to buy time by exposing his life in front of the enemy, he should have given us a pep talk or two.

Whether the act is good or bad is another matter. I'm used to having my life dragged through the mud. Don't worry.

Vestalinu continued to say a few more words, but it still didn't seem like enough. Perhaps it is not the kind of thing that can be resolved by letting something out.

But unfortunately, I can't continue to listen to more words. If I could, I would have waited for reinforcements, but...

"The bleeding's stopped. It's more than enough for me.

Wiping the snow from his dark green uniform, he lightly stroked the bloodstained area with his finger. The wound itself was still there, but no more blood was flowing. The anomaly was eerie, but reassuring at the same time. I wondered if I would ever be able to return to my normal body.

The cold air rushed into my nostrils. A small rumble in my throat. I clench my fingers lightly.

He had said enough with his mouth, but he was clearly not strong enough. I feel that much of my body has been lost.

I wonder how much more I can move.

At this moment, I didn't have even a handful of room. No, I always have no room. But I'm lacking everything more than usual.

And now I'm going up against that woman. The thought of that scared the heck out of me.

I opened my mouth to say to myself, "Vestalines.

"This is war, Vestalinu. You can't tell your enemy to wait for a wound to heal. No matter what time it is, when you have an enemy, you just do what you have to do.

She continued, as a mercenary princess should know. I'm not sure if you've seen this before, but I've seen it before. The words I received were blurred by the chill of the dead snow.

I'm going to hate you if you die. The first thing you should do is to look at your eyes. For the rest of my life.

A strange, heated voice. Give me a break. You're not Caria or Fialaat. We've had enough of that kind of fuss.

He didn't respond to Vestalynne's threatening words. She just stepped forward, waving her arms lightly behind her.

What, she'll take care of the rest. I know her well enough to know that she is much more adept and capable than I am.

Maybe it's her noble upbringing. In terms of military leadership, Vestalines had too much power and knowledge to be kept in the hands of a mercenary chief.

That's why, even if I meet a foolish end in front of the enemy general. I'm sure they'll take care of it. I believe that.

The purple electric sword swinging at her waist stirred as if it were neighing. It was as if he was foreseeing something.

The great gate of the prison creaked open slightly. At the end of my vision, in the white of the dead snow, there was the woman.

Her figure, dismounting from her horse and waiting for me, was that of an imposing hero. Her magic armor, which is based on the color blue, looks great.

That's right. That's a hero without a doubt. In the past, it was because of her that the Kingdom of Garryth held its breath for so long.

--Valerie Brightnes. A woman only a demon could kill. A woman who could only be killed by demons.

I didn't want to antagonize her if I could help it. In fact, I would never dream of antagonizing her. I don't need to think about it, her experience on the battlefield, her skill, all of it would surpass mine.

But that doesn't mean I'm going to let him defeat me by force. It would be an insult to me and to those who believe in me. It would be spitting in the face of those who have made it through.

Yeah, I don't want that. No matter what, no.

I bit those words deep in my chest.

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There were no opening words in that battle.

I think they both knew that was the signal when they stood there. In the event that you have any questions regarding where and the best way to get in touch with us, you can call us at our own web site.

And in the next moment, the blue magic armor was running through the sea of white snow. At the same time, a weapon is wielded with a clear intent to kill and the power to do so.

Valerie, the watcher, is not wielding an iron sword. I'm not sure if it's a good idea or not. It's not the jousting spear that knights are known for, nor is it the battle axe, or even a dark weapon. They are too delicate to face a pack of demons.

Of course, she could use them as much as she wanted if necessary. Not now.

Valerie has only one thing to deal with. Magical armor itself. So she wields her own body.

Normally, armor isn't a weapon, it's just armor to protect our fragile skin. But I've heard that the magic armor is an exception to all that.

I don't know the specifics, but I've heard it's better than all weapons, better than all armor. Of course, all of this is just hearsay.

But still, it was easy to imagine what she had done with her rugged armor.

She had crushed and killed hexenbiests from skull to spine. Just like that. That's what the armor is capable of.

And now, that honest killing intent and bravery is on Valerie's right fist, ready to crush my very life.

A swell of fear ran down my spine as I sped away. I'd rather have a knife in my hand.

He reflexively drove his hips and snapped his ankles to align his treasured sword with its trajectory. It was a swing that bounced off Valerie's fist and went straight for his neck. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea.

The path to be drawn is clearly visible in my eyes. Right in front of me, the treasure sword and the magic armor joined.

--At the same time, there was the sound of a large hole opening in space. It was the unmistakable sound of power colliding with power.

Sparks scattered on the snow, glittering in the white. And then, several times.

The treasure sword could not burst through the enemy's fist. In fact, it was completely blocked. It was as if it couldn't even be pushed in.

My neck is burning. At this rate, I'll die. I quickly drew back the tip of my sword to regain my position. He then leaps backwards as if to kick his opponent.

But by that time, Valerie had rotated her hips and was ready to deliver a second blow. It was as if she was shaking off a storm of wind as she aimed it at me, who stepped back slightly.

Instantly, the sky explodes. The edges of my cheeks were shorn off, and blood and flesh covered the dead snow. My teeth twitched as if numb. I realized that if my fist had missed by one more step, the shredded cheek meat would have been my skull itself.

But now I'm not even given time to be relieved that I'm okay. Valerie seemed to have a tendency not to allow such a reprieve.

In a breathless moment, the third blow was already in her grasp. There was no room for a pause. He was not ready to catch it. And Valerie's right fist was clearly aimed at my vitals.

Everything about Valerie's movements is slick and fast. Everything was breathtakingly sophisticated. Perhaps I'm just being pushed around at her mercy.

Once again, I understand. Physically and skill-wise, I can't hope for a long battle. If that happens, I will surely be defeated.

That's why I have no choice but to chop off his head with my next swing. My only chance is in that split second.

What? It's more than enough.

I reflexively drive my hips, tighten my armpits, and squeeze my arms. He then took the hilt of his sword and punched Valerie's right fist in the side.

At the same time, all the flesh in my body jumped up screaming. The bones were screaming in a way that even the heat of the battlefield could not mask.

Oh, I don't care. If I could pop Valerie's fist, it'd be more than enough to shatter my whole body.

He grasped the treasured sword with all his might, putting all his strength into his fingertips, which had lost all feeling. Then, without taking a breath, he sent out a wave of purple light.

Even though it's magic armor, it's still armor, and there are always seams. The neck is one of them. Because it is a joint, it cannot be made solid. I will kill it even if I have to smash it. I will kill it by chopping off its head.

At the same time, overlapping with my will, I could hear it.

--Here, just die. Enemy of the motherland.

I could hear the sound of wind in my ears.

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