The knights led by Aristotle continued their struggle. The intensity of this raid was acceptable, but it was very long. Would we be fighting for nearly a quarter of an hour now? There was not a single one, such as he who had not been wounded in his body. No matter, so is Lisa.
While rarely wounded, Lisa was doing just as she always was.
"You have enough to persevere. Instead of hating it, I don't even want to see an armor helmet for a while. I'm in a mood that I don't even want to sense!
"I agree. When this battle is over, I will apply for a few days off to the Knights Temple"
"You didn't look like a person who was going to take a vacation?
"I'm a boring man, but I'm going fishing."
"I see. Your taste in Lisa has increased a bit, haven't you?
"Thanks for that. I want to be told by a woman without a lover."
The surrounding situation was hopeless as opposed to the light mouths they exchanged. The knights around them won't break that temper until they die, but they still see ahead. But there is no indication that the number of enemies will ever decrease. He's the one who bleeds and falls, and no way will that number be said to be infinite, but there's still no interruption in reinforcements, and I always feel like more than 20 bodies are in front of me.
I can see two individuals like enemy commanders, but they never set me up here. Looks like we've been looking very carefully at this way out and are waiting to wear out.
The troublesome guy, and Lisa and Aristotle had the same thoughts. I was going to find a gap in my dedicated defense and take the enemy leader, but that prospect is unlikely to work. When this happens, we need to cut into the enemy ready for danger, but we need to defeat the enemy leader.
You had the same idea, Lisa and Aristotle looked at each other.
"Lord Lisa, from now on I will storm among the enemies. I'll make sure to show you the whole thing, but I'm not sure about the other general."
"You're on the other side."
"So if there's anything I can do, I ask you to lead your people and retreat once. You, the sensors, will be the most efficient way to get out."
"My ability within this conjuncture has not shown its true value, but you can't refuse it if it's a boy's favor. You can take it, but I had a few thoughts, too."
"I'm not telling you to take two necks, Admiral. But can I have the surrounding miscellaneous fish cleaned up in an instant? Anyway, it's my first attempt."
You stepped on Lisa to say she had any ideas, and Aristotle stared into Lisa's eyes to read her thoughts. While doing so, my people get hurt and fall.
Aristotle no longer had room for discussion or anything else.
"Of course. Not really, but I was wondering if there was the best chance we could all help. Because I don't think you're the kind of person Arnelia should lose."
"Okay, let's do it. Bye."
Aristotle pulled out the sidelines smoothly. Its flanks glowing green were as clear as crystals. Lisa's sensors react sensitively to the minerals she sees for the first time.
"What is it, that sword? Lisa senses for the first time."
"They say this is a sword made of special ore passed down from generation to generation to Arnelia, called Demonic Crystal Stone (Roadstone). They used it aggressively during the war, but with the end of the war, the supreme bishop banned its use and refinement."
"What's the reason?
"It could break the order of the continent, the supreme bishop said. This is a recently refined prototype. I'm only trying, too, but I know exactly why the supreme bishop sealed it. Bye."
Aristotle kicked the ground without waiting for Lisa's reply. He wields that side-even look at Hekatonkail's brain as he tries to push in with his knight as he presses in front of him. That armor protecting Hekatonkail was so tough that the knights were knocking them down with an attack aimed at attacking magic and armor joints because they knew they would play all the blades in line, etc. But Aristotle turned Hekatonkail into two pieces of armor.
But Aristotle's expression didn't float. Because Aristotle was light enough to say the least. Yes, it's not a person, it's as if it's a soft organism or cut the air, and the bargain is light. As at the time of the trial, the sharpness of the sword made of Demonic Crystal Stone is so sharp that it cannot be compared to any existing ore. Miriazal was concerned about lightening people's lives because they could take them too lightly. This is the first reason for sealing the Demonic Crystal Stone.
And the second is. Aristotle was feeling herself.
"(My body is heavy. Magic is forcibly taken away, as if it were sucking the vibe out of your left hand. I see, I think I've figured out why temple knights require witchcraft qualities)"
No matter how much arm you stand, those who cannot use magic, and those who have a low total amount of magic, cannot become Temple Knights. No matter how many times that policy followed with cotton from its inception, the Supreme Bishop did not admit any disagreement. The reason for this is Demonic Crystal Stone. The Demonic Crystal Stone, which forcibly sucks away the magic power of the user in order to exceed the hardness of the object at the time of cutting, could also be described in a sense as a mass-produced Demonic Sword.
And knights gathered to wield the Demonic Crystal Stone at times of need. That was the original role of the Knights of the Temple and also the minimum conditions. Conversely, it was those who waved weapons made of demonic crystal stones during the Great War that were the prototype of the Temple Knight.
Aristotle belongs to a fairly superior rank even in the Knights of the Temple. Sometimes I speak directly with Miriazal. That's why I was somehow aware of the true role of the Temple Knight. Those who fight while cutting their lives. Once there is a great war, we must throw ourselves in that vortex, in the toughest of places, in no way in return. In this day and age, we probably have to face an all-out war with the Demon King.
While Aristotle expects Miriazal to give such orders sooner or later, there was no fear in his heart.
"(Thank you. That you once gave meaning to my sword just to run around as a murderer. And I haven't finished paying back my favors yet. I'm not dying here!
As Aristotle breathed heavily, he stormed toward the enemy's rank of general. When he saw Aristotle's assault, Hekatonkale, carrying a large horn, finally set up his own weapon. That sword, which is as martial as Danbi's, doesn't cut enemies, it just looks like something to smash them into.
Hekatonkale grabbed the sword in his right hand, poking his left hand forward and waiting for Aristotle. It is an arrangement not found in the existing sword, and I am not sure how it makes sense. But obviously, I know exactly what you're willing to do is smash Aristotle with a blow from the ground up.
Aristotle is squeaking a bump and some word as he runs through between the other Hekatonkails. Hekatonkail, the grand general, saw Aristotle within the range of his sword. No, he kicked the ground and waved his sword down. The strength of the kick leg partially crushes the wooden ground. Danbura swept and let every hekatonkale around Aristotle dance in the universe, but Aristotle was witchcraft the moment the enemy kicked the ground.
[Acceleration (accelerator)]
Having temporarily acquired an outward velocity, Aristotle softly slashes Mandarin from all directions of Hekatonkail, the Grand Admiral, while creating remnants.
A little over a second in time. In the meantime Aristotle turned his enemies into countless chunks of meat.
Aristotle-Blankes. A former peasant, yet a man who was sentenced to death for the high number of killings, using farm tools to destroy a whole bunch of bandits to protect his fields as a boy. When he was still an amateur, he actually returned 37 bandits with weapons. He was then picked up by Arnelia and grew up to enter the Ten Jays in the Temple Knights, a man who is also the master of Rafferty's sword, a man who can use three systems of witchcraft and who uses two swords is quiet behind his strength, a man who prefers to fish. Aristotle, who does not like strife, rarely gives his full strength, and many of the knights saw Aristotle's full strength for the first time.