Chapter 140: 140 139 Armor King

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The three survived the remains of the rock wall and ran up the back stairs. And we arrived in a room about five meters wide and ten meters deep.

"Hey! That's a lot faster. I had no idea you couldn't even buy time!

Behind that small room as a battlefield, there was a super-heavy man. When the man notices Mira and the others, he closes the door with more force in his hand pushing the giant iron door. And I locked it with some rushed trick, and I just looked back and said nothing had happened, and I set up Halvard.

"Well, even though you have no choice. He's the weakest of us all."

That's what men say and do. Mira jumped into his pocket in the shrinkage.

"Oh my God! I didn't see you in (...)!

The super-heavy man, stunned by the appearance of Mira, who appeared in front of him within a moment, still waved Halvard without putting it down for a moment. The blow cleaves the wind sharply in the back from the appearance of heavy dullness, creating a fierce storm.

Shivering all over the room. It was a blow that made me peek at considerable power, but that didn't catch anything in the end.

"I see. Surely that young man seems to be the weakest. More than expected."

Mira, who had already returned to her original place in just a few moments, asks her to show off what she has in her hand, saying, "But in that figure, it's hard to see at hand."

"Again, my God! When!"

What Mira had in her hand. It was the key to the iron door. They took it away from me when I was closest. When the super-heavy man sees an empty hand, he raises his voice just saying he was heartfelt surprised. But while he was also stranded looking somewhere out, the man laughed invincibly and squeezed Halvard with both hands.

"No matter which way, you son of a bitch, because you took the key. I won't let you move on as long as the Armor King is here. You'll be ready for that in a little while, and I'll let you die here."

In front of the iron door, the prestigious and royal super-heavy man, the self-proclaimed King of Armor. However, just to say, the appearance of its iron mass was as compelling as Valentine's.

"Naturally, that armor is their special spiritual weapon. If so, Intermediate or lower is completely void. I don't know if it's even advanced."

Protecting the door seems to be a top priority and will not be attacked by the armored king. Looks like he's going to intercept. Staring at such an opponent, Mira guesses its sturdiness. That armor thicker than it was when we fought at the ancient Ring Gate would be heavy enough to be close to absolute defense anymore.

"Hmm. For that stuff, you know..."

How many spirits would have been sacrificed to make it, which would have been completely cheaty lettels if it had been in the game days. Kagra openly begins to give signs of swordswallowing.

"Its unnatural strength seems to be a symbol of chimera."

Cyril groaned as he looked to the armored king, taking a step further in front of Kagra in the battle posture.

"We already have the keys here, so Mira and Kagra should go first. I'm also concerned about the 'that' they say. So I'll take care of this place."

From the mouth of the executives, they seem quite confident in what they are preparing. In some cases, it is also conceivable that trump cards will emerge that simply turn the war situation upside down. Be wary of it, or worry about Kagra, who again lacks calm and is unlikely to do much less. Cyril, who thought that the damage done to the surrounding area would be unusual either way, takes the initiative to take on the opponent, says, pointing to the iron door in the back.

Earlier, Cyril remembered the battlefield when he saw the tragedy suffered by one of his executives. Even the head of the prestigious guild, Ecalato Carillon, doesn't seem to want to get caught up in the battle of the Nine Wise Men who gave it all.

"Hmm, unlike earlier, breaking this defense seems like a hassle. I was also concerned about the word 'that'. I've never been in a hurry."

"Well, yeah. They don't have to be big on their own, but the power they're using belongs to the Spirit, and you can't be alarmed."

That being said, Mira and Kagra proceed to the back, trying to bypass the center of the room away from Cyril. and then.

"Whoa, I won't let you!

The armored king swept away Halvard greatly. Then a storm rushes through the room as soon as possible, blowing the three Miras to the wall.

"I see. Is that why this room is so small?"

"Unlike the first one, you're quite conceived"

"It's just out of the way."

Mira turned herself into a scaffold through the hollow and put herself in position. Cyril lands on the wall in a light act and then moves the scaffold to the floor. By contrast, Kagra stood down on the ground from the nets knitted with tree branches, smiling coldly in his face.

All three of them, on the surface, look at the man sitting behind the elongated room, in such a way as where it is that blows the wind.

"What is this? If you get this far, you lose confidence."

The armored king, while saying so, gave no sign of giving up at all, and made him try to change his demeanor. What a man will have in his hands is a spiritual weapon with the power of the wind. If you wave it, it will wind like a storm. It seems inferior to other attributes in its killing power, but its use varies. that if it were to be a time buyer, it would exert its full power.

But I would also add that if there is no significant difference in strength.

"Now that I seal his weapon, you two are in that gap"

Gradually pulling out his sword, Cyril walks one step and one more toward the armored king.

"Whatever you do, you can't move on!

Halvard can have a storm just flashing and dominate the whole room. The armored king squeezed the pattern tightly as Cyril's legs crossed the center of the room.

Moments, when a quiet moment of wind blows through, a distinctly heterogeneous heavy metal sound sounds.

It was Cyril. As the wind approached the man, he stopped Halvard with his sword.

Though it is limited to short distances, the power of a person cannot be known at the bottom because it is a speed reminiscent of Mira's "shrinkage," but pure running.

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"Should boulders also be called fantasies? It's amazing how many times I've seen it."

"Right. It's also unique to fantasies to exceed the limits of flesh."

It was also during the bundle that I was staring at Cyril's back as I was impressed. Mira and Kagra rush out at the same time.

I'll take care of it, Cyril.

"Nice to meet you here!

Two people who speak that way without passing through.

"I won't let you!

The armored king who noticed it shook up Harvard forcefully, and the Miras set out to shake it down.

"Yeah, I'll take care of it"

But Harvard didn't even move an inch. Because the cutting-edge of Cyril's sword, which touched the pattern, controlled the movement ahead from there.

"You're kidding me!

The armored king, with temper, gave strength. Moments later, Halvard is swung down in momentum and a wild storm rushes through the room.

But it was directed to a place where no one was. By Cyril's sword, Halvard flashed a completely pointless place.

In the meantime, Mira and the others unlocked the iron door and just ran away towards the back.

"Nooo, being the head of your prestigious guild is still not a glimmer."

Taking a distance with a quick move that did not suit its heavy figure, the armored king looks regrettably at the open door, but leaks one sigh before turning to Cyril and laughing invincibly.

"Nevertheless, if I could have stopped you, who would have been your greatest power, I'd say that I did my best."

The armored king, who went on to say so, stood in front of the door in a frying foothold, restarting Halvard.

Ecalato Carillon, a guild headed by Cyril. It is indispensable for anecdotes such as the destruction of a certain dark organization or the crusading of disaster-class warcraft, the first of its kind being bombarded all over the continent. It is also said that it is the light that destroys evil, and those behind them who are dark will always name it as someone they do not want to meet.

It was only so named, its size was also considerable, and its members were scattered throughout the continent. And it is the deputy commander who binds them everywhere.

Emera is also a deputy commander, but there are more than one deputy commander in Ecalato Carillon. And they, who are in charge of all parts of the world, were also powerful people who jumped through them all. The stories told as the work of Ecalato Carillon include many of these deputy commanders.

And the presence that holds together such fierce men is Cyril. It would be natural for Chimera Clozen, certified evil and hidden from the surroundings, to be wary of Cyril.

"You seem to be making some mistake. The only reason I stayed here was because you decided it was enough for me. We don't have to bother them."

I stopped that Ecalato Carillon captain, who needs the utmost attention. That's enough. Looking at the man who said that, Cyril makes him laugh thinly.

"Mmmm...... What does that mean? It's like you're inferior to the two daughters."

"Thank you. I'm telling you, yes. I'm no match for both of you, no matter how hard you try."

The king of armor, who heard and questioned the words spoken by Cyril, leaves for a little while, then seeps in the signs of surprise.

"Oh my goodness... I mean it, it seems. I didn't expect a man like you to say that much... Hmm. I guess I misjudged the situation. It's my mistake to keep an eye on your movements."

There were no lies in Cyril's words. That tone of envy, and attitude, made the armored king feel it was true.

First of all, Mira's strength deserves vigilance in that she left Gregorius, but the man assumed it wasn't as good as Cyril's from what he heard. Unaware of anything leading up to Kagra, just because there was a distinguished presence called Cyril, the Armored King had unconsciously sequenced Cyril as the apex. As a result, responses to Mira and Kagra were delayed.

Armored kings regret just being out of shape. But that's what Cyril says to him.

"You don't have to worry about it. Which way did you intend to go, because this situation was no matter how you scratched it."

Even with Mira and Kagra on maximum alert, the current situation of confronting herself one-on-one will not overshadow. Cyril put up a smiling sword invincibly, saying it in a pale tone as if to speak the truth.

"Oh, my God, you say it. Well, if this happens, I'll knock you down soon and let you rendezvous!

Quick as I can tell, the armor king swung through Halvard. The roaring spearhead involves ambient air and creates a storm.

But there was no sign of Cyril there already as the storm rolled backwards.

Shortly afterwards, a glimmer of light flashes as it is sucked into a man's arm, and the sound of a tall armor echoes twice. At the same time, he lagged behind making sure the armor king stepped on it.

"As I was asking, you're pretty sturdy. That spiritual weapon."

Cyril rebuilds instantly from a sword-swaving position. Even though the armor targeted the thinnest arm joint, the only thing that worked was the impact of the sword. But it was also somewhat frightening, and it was not the only thing that could cause the wound. Cyril, who had heard beforehand the troubles of spiritual weapons handled by executives, stares at the armor of the armor king as he was impressed.

"I see. That's still a misdigit skill. Without this armor, there would have been a battle now. But with this armor, your sword, no, all attacks won't work."

"It doesn't work, does it? And when you say that, you want to try it."

Are you quite confident, the Armor King can push Halvard forward without taking a defensive stance. Cyril against also, totally offensive.

Thus began the battle between Cyril, head of the Ecalato Carillon, and one of the top executives of Chimera Closen.

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