Vol 3 Chapter 22: Rainbow wings

"I'm Mobadi Singhwes." The man with the pupil introduced himself, "Ask first, do you know what the girl behind you is?"
"Since even the Imperial Legion is dispatched, are you still afraid of accidentally hurting innocent people?" The last guardian of the goddess sneered, "I am Roland & # 8226; Streve. Formerly a knight of Ishtoli, now It's the end guardian of the goddess, that's it. "
"I see." Mobadi nodded. "Look at your attitude. Fighting is inevitable."
The subtle tone in this sentence gave the surrounding air a smell in an instant. Roland stepped forward, and the tip of the great sword pointed straight at the opponent. Despite the support of prayer, the blond swordsman's movements are still very cautious-from the perspective of the nightingale, the opponent in front of her is obviously her elder-that is to say, this man's sword skill is more serious than himself People need to be stronger.
The entire Silvermoon City has been laid down. If it wins as badly as last time, probably it will be difficult to fly. The only option is to defeat the immediate enemy with an overwhelming advantage while preserving physical strength, and then there is hope to break through. This battle can never be out of the slightest mistake ~!
You must kill your opponents in an instant. In the eyes of the once dark eagle, a sharp light flashed.
"Good look, then let's try it." The man nodded and walked into Frost's confrontation distance without hesitation.
The next moment, when Roland even cut off with a sword, Mobadi finally moved. The heavy cross sword was lifted up by the owner with one hand, and he threw away the scabbard wrapped around it, welcoming the wind from the front.
The silver light of Mercedes-Benz appeared at that instant.
When the two sharp blades fully launched a rainy offensive, vision was almost useless. Not only that, I am afraid that even the gemstone pupil who can see through everything will become an expensive ornament in the electric light flint. The reason is simple-wait until you see it, and it's over.
The enemy's will must be captured before the arrival of the blade, and at the moment of perception with his sword on the predicted path.
In fact, it doesn't make sense who actually cut the first sword first. At this moment, no matter whether it is Mobadi or Roland, no one has the ability to take the initiative to attack again after the first confrontation-they are just shrouded in the silver light of death, and then counter the counterattack of the opponent.
As with the domino effect, when the first domino falls, countless possibilities will spread out, pulling away the will of the combatant, forcing him to urge his whole body to fight back. The only result of the counterattack was a larger counterattack, and the battle would never stop unless one of them fell.
This is the battle between Grand Master Yunyao users.
However, although the speed far beyond imagination suffocates consciousness, it is not uncontrollable—Roland, who has reached the highest level of sword skill through prayer, can clearly feel that the opponent is gradually grasping the rhythm of the entire battle—both sides are fighting back During the counterattack, Mobadi not only had a much greater number of times, but also mixed the terrible killings in the boundless assault. It is easy to be restrained by your blind attack, but it is easy to miss the real fatal blow.
It is impossible to defend from all directions, even with the blessing of prayer, you can only defend the vital points. This is Roland's only option. But what about the attack? If you continue to defend like this, sooner or later you will be cut in two.
As if perceiving the owner's anxiety and uneasiness, Frost's surface suddenly burst into a dazzling light. The moment the two swords collided, the burst of spark forcibly terminated the counterattack due to the white heat cycle.
"Can't help but finally intervene? The end of Ishtoli." The blood race stepped back and placed the sword in front of his chest. The beast-like gaze swept across the dark-haired girl with a strange smell.
Until the fierce fighting just now, this man's sense of existence has been weak. In addition to relying too much on the power of prayer, this is one of the reasons why Roland will underestimate the enemy.
But now, the dark eagle who lost his memory finally felt the murderousness from the other side.
It's almost like a flood that broke the bank, roaring across the entire battlefield, and then penetrated into the pores of the body like icy mud, causing people's breathing to stop.
"I thought it would be okay to just rely on the sword to the sword, but now it seems too naive." With the ruthless words, the sapphire embedded in the Holy Cross sword began to move.
"The name of this cross sword is 'Farewell.' Although it is an old weapon that has not been blessed with magic, but Kaelina Sapphire has given it the power to cut everything away." Mobadi raised his sword again, There was a strong blood color in the gemstone pupil. "Because the soul may return to the goddess with the power of God even if the child of the star dies, so you must use" Farewell "to completely destroy it. In other words, It is a sword that even the soul can cut. "
"Now it is the situation to deal with mortals like you." The mouth of the vampire slightly raised, it seemed to be mocking each other, "But in any case, this is completely different from the warm-up just now. And bet on awareness? "
"No more nonsense ~! With an old amulet hundreds of years old, I plan to chop everything up? Don't be kidding ~!" Roland held up his two-handed sword and threatened to lunge forward, "Who really wins and loses, no sword There is no way to get a definitive answer. "
Shifan's emerald eyes caused waves of ripples.
Then, as if it should be, the frost was also pulsating with rays of light, just like the previous blow. However, it is a constant force.
"As you wish." Mobadi raised his eyebrows, and the cold light condensed in the sapphire gradually climbed to the sword's edge. Although it was only a little bit, it brightened his eyes.
If Yun Yao ’s confrontation just now was pure speed confrontation, then in this ruthless battlefield, power has become a more important and sufficient key to determine life and death. This is something that cannot be judged by experience-because before this, there has never been a chop of the sword of prayer. It doesn't need to rely on experience to judge—because that level of power, even people who have never touched their weapons can see it clearly.
In each of the two swordsmen's easy shots, there is a great magic power-there are land, water, wind, fire, and life, and there is death. If you must say it, this is the prayer technique in this world. Spark of consciousness.
Excessive power cannot be blocked by matter alone, and contact will penetrate the target. Each bite of the double-edged sword's blade will splash a glorious flash of light under the silent night, and then the stream of light pouring out of the sword will run across the body of the sword holder, leaving their flesh and soul together Wailed.
Even so, the duel's strong will to fight still suppressed this double pain, and continued to chop each other at a speed that cannot be captured by the naked eye.
However, every cut made Roland startled. Obviously impossible ... Kelina, why does the end amulet of the long-lost goddess have such incredible power?
Hundreds of rounds of offense and defense passed by in an instant. When the young blonde's eyes finally adapted to the vertigo of the strong light, he understood the reason for the existence beyond common sense.
Shi Fan's power is divided into three parts-one for the girl's own defense to avoid being attacked by the hidden enemy again; one for Roland's attack, pushing him to the highest level of Yunyao; the last one It is used on the frost, and it is evenly distributed on each part of the blade.
But the opponent's strategy is very different-the power of Karina Sapphire, always focused on that scorching point. When attacking, the sword edge condensed in the spike, and when returning to the collision, the sword body returned, like a rapid surge of mercury on the cross sword. No matter where the host launches the attack or where the enemy's attack comes from, it can appear in the most accurate position in time and fulfill the mission perfectly.
It is both the sharpest sword and the strongest shield.
Shi Fan can never achieve this level. Not to mention that she doesn't know swordsmanship at all, even if the girl has mastered the meaning of Yun Yao as herself, the minds of the two cannot be completely synchronized in an instant. It is the only way to bless the power on the frost.
In the storm's mutual attack and counterattack, a blue spark that was much more brilliant than before was suddenly splashed. Then, a small, hard object wiped the young blonde's face and flew out, opening a bloodline around the corner of his eyebrow.
What ~! Roland's pupils suddenly contracted.
It's not a throwing weapon like a dart, in fact, that kind of thing will pop up before approaching the field of prayer power. What hurt the sword-holder was a chipped fragment of the weapon.
Fragments of frost.
On the faint blue sword, the inconspicuous notch looked particularly shocking. Because even Melodyk, the Lord of Flames, couldn't do it? Besides, there is still the power of prayer that mortals cannot imagine on the frost at the moment ... but the man cut off the sharpened blade with a weapon that was not even held by magic ~!
Just kidding ... Staring straight at the crack in the Excalibur, Roland couldn't help wondering if everything was just a ridiculous dream so far.
The shake of the heart delayed the action of the end guardian, just a moment.
Deadly enough.
The death storm brought about by "Farewell" blows off the flying sparks and perfectly breaks the opponent's defense. After a loud noise, Roland's body was hit in the air like a kite with a broken line, crossed a long parabola, and slammed into a wall.
"Roland ... Roland ~!" Shi Fan hoarsely called his companion's name.
There were bright red liquids everywhere, and the rain that fell in the air when it was struck by flying filled the surrounding with a thick smell of smell. The red curtain on the wall seemed strangely graffiti, and the place where the youth fell was like a quagmire. Crimson. It's hard to imagine a person's body containing so much blood if it wasn't for his own eyes.
And he kept bleeding.
It will surely die in this way ... For the first time, the face of the dark-haired girl put on the expression of crying, but she just gritted her teeth and tried to call for the power of life for treatment.
"It's useless. This is not a wound caused by a mortal weapon. Don't forget that" Jiebei "also has the power of the gods, which is the so-called poison attack." Morbatti said coldly, glancing at the loser who was bathed in blood. Not to mention the extent to which you are, it will take at least a few hours for Risehir to be treated. "
"Li Se ~ !?" Shi Fan stared at the vampire suddenly.
"Because of the opposite concept, I had to choose to fight. Of course, I killed her in a one-on-one duel." The blood race noticed the dangerous light in the end of the goddess, but did not intend to hide it, "If you It doesn't matter if you want revenge, it is at least a more worthy reason to fight than to flee for survival. "
"Come on, the end of Ishtoli." The holy cross sword "did farewell" scattered cold cold light.
"Wait ..." The hard gasp stopped the traitor, "Your opponent is me ~!"
Leaning his body against the frost, Roland barely stood up from the pool of blood. A huge wound was torn in his abdomen. Through the wound, even the internal organs could be seen, and the entire body had been fragmented in a huge collision, almost no adult form. But even so, the flames of the youth's pupils were still burning.
The firelight clearly expressed the determination not to retreat.
"Is it necessary to achieve this level?" Although he did not want to admit that the opposite obsession could also create a powerful warrior, Mobuti's eyes had to bring respect, "I have no intention of persuading, and I know that you and Not afraid of death. But ... "He repeated the question just now," Is it necessary to do this for her? "
"Love? Affection? Or an oath?" The godtrader quietly looked at the opponent who was standing between him and Shifan. "Did you understand the significance of this battle? We are not fighting the gods because they have great power And it ’s not because gods exist above mortals. "
"The reason why Ishtoli ends at all costs is because it is an existence that will destroy the entire world. When the origin and the end meet, the whole world will collapse. This is not alarmist, It's a conclusion that comes at the cost of countless lives. "Mopatti stared at Roland with questioning eyes, as if forcing him to make a choice." Tell me, does that child have value for the whole world to exchange? "
"Value?" The blonde swordsman stared at the interrogator. "What is the value of the world? What kind of salvation will this world have after killing her?"
"..." The blood clenched his lips.
"Is the world more valuable than her?" Roland's voice filled with anger and sadness. "Tell me, if this world can't even accommodate a little girl, what is its value?"
Although the whole body was almost on the verge of collapse, Roland did feel the warmth passed from Shi Fan. Weak force broke through the sapphire barrier, patiently repairing the broken body bit by bit.
So Frost Wing was lifted up again for the sake of enemies: "The current Roland Streve is not a knight of the goddess, so there is no need to discuss here what protects the world and changes this world. For me, protection She is the full meaning of this fight ~! "
"Well said." The vampire nodded, and there was no irony in his tone. "I can't give a satisfactory answer to such a question."
"You're 'Shifan', right." For the first time, the traitor called the dark-haired girl by the name, "I have no resentment and resentment against you. No, I don't know each other exactly. "The end of Ishtoli" is the goal, but it is the same fact that it will eventually hurt a girl who has never met. This is also clear to me. "
"Although it can be attributed to the cruel fate, for a knight, no matter what kind of justice it is, sacrificing others is still a deep sin." Mobadi looked directly at Roland, and did not escape the burning eyes of the other party. "Not only is Now to embarrass this girl's battle, I have done even more filthy things in the dusty past-betrayed the goddess Fina who trusted herself, deceived and saved her Jagasi, used innocent mortals as chess pieces, played tricks to seize power, and used Darkness controls the empire. "
"Mobathi Singhwes is a sinner, and his sins are unforgivable." The man's sentence was ruthless, as if it was not his past that was revealed at the moment. "However ... as long as it is for this world, no matter how serious I can also bear the iniquity of sin ~! If I shake my faith and put down the sword in my hand, then those who have died for me and been killed by me will be denied their lives. "
"Even if the soul will be devoured by the devil, I will not stop ~!"
This sentence seemed to be filled with magic spells, and the murderous spirit that had flowed like a tide had dispersed. But—not returning to the original confrontation—no one who is more retarded can tell the difference.
At first, the temptation to hide strength and lack of killing was the arrogant attitude of the pursuer; then, to release the full strength against the prayer and the highest Yunyao, it was the persistent attitude of the fighter; at this moment, Mo converged once again to kill. Badi became a ruthless performer, a sharp blade born just to achieve a preset value.
Remove obstacles and destroy targets.
Everything else was meaningless to him. Roland can be sure, let alone his enemies, even if the comrade-in-arms who are in the deep fetters are standing in front of him, will Mobuti be able to cut them without hesitation?
By the way, the reason for the heavy murderous intentions to dissipate is that they belong only to mortals who have feelings.
The apostate has abandoned these. He has neither sympathy nor pity, neither hatred nor anger, neither respect for the enemy nor arrogance against himself, neither desire for victory nor fear of failure, so naturally there is no murderousness.
Compared to the "goodbye" that can cut away everything in hand, Mobadi Singhwes is more like a pure sword ~!
Probably this is what he looks like when he is fully in combat?
An enemy that is absolutely impossible to defeat.
Not to mention the serious injury now, even with perfect preparations, it is impossible to fight this guy, Roland's instinct told him so. When the vampire fully integrated into the coldness of the night approached step by step, the root of the loser's tongue irresistibly rose into despair and death. Until now, young people have realized how naive, stupid, and arrogant they were.
I thought I could win ... probably because it feels so good to master Grand Master Yunyao, knowing that he is at a disadvantage, and still thinks that the power of prayer can easily achieve everything-even if there is no Crimson King, even if there is Surrounded by thousands of troops, what can they do as ordinary mortals?
So even if you want to protect Shifan, even if you want to get rid of the chase, the action response is too leisurely, even dare to wait for the enemy's arrival in the ruins.
Not serious enough.
If you really want to get Shifan out of danger, you should rush out of the siege at the beginning, avoid confrontation with any enemy, and make hiding the highest priority.
Self-blame and anger made Roland's sight red. This is my responsibility. Because of my wrong judgment, I will fall into despair. Unconsciously relying on Shi Fan, is this the case? Then, as a remedy, you must not take a step back even if you die here!
The Holy Cross sword was cut off head-on. The next moment, the cracked sparkle reflected into the eyes of the young blonde.
Shi Fan's small body stood in front of Roland, and the invisible shield raised in his hand intercepted Mobadi's sword-however, even with the strongest prayer protection, the defender still has to pay a heavy price- The dark-haired girl was beaten several meters away by this force, and then a blood burst out of her mouth.
"Shifan ~!"
"Sorry, my prayer cannot surpass the power of that gem." She wiped the red of the corner of her mouth expressionlessly. "Roland, his goal is me, so please leave alone, maybe there is hope for survival. . "Just like knowing that the other party would refute fiercely, as soon as Shi Fan's words fell, the light on the frost dimmed.
"How ... you ~ !?" In addition to the ongoing treatment, the young man suddenly found that the power of prayer supporting him was pulled away in an instant.
"Roland is also very clear. If the power is dispersed at this time, it will only be disadvantageous. If I let me deal with it wholeheartedly, there may still be a chance." The goddess paused at the end, and the voice of the statement was cold and abnormal. You who are seriously injured are simply a burden, no matter how stubborn you are, you are just dead. "
"Is it cumbersome ... now that you say it, I understand." For a few seconds, Roland whispered. He simply turned away and said, "In short, no matter what method is used, at least some support will be needed."
"Hurry up." Shi Fan never looked back. Maybe he didn't want to see the other person's expression, maybe he didn't dare to see it. The only thing she could do was wait for the sound of the big sword dragging on the ground to disappear from her ears.
"Can't let him go." Zephylis, who was in the spectator position, suddenly moved, but the moment the nightingale took the first step, a large sword split in the dark forced her to retreat for several meters. . Then, dozens of heavy shadow armors armed with sharp blades came out of the void and surrounded Zephylis and Jack Weir.
That's it, as long as I fight alone. Because it was originally for fighting that came to this world, right? The end of the goddess who has only destructive power ... The end of the goddess who only destroys the world ...
Confirming that Roland has left the battlefield, Shi Fan takes a deep breath and gathers a ripple of light between his hands. The eye-catching flame storm ignited the night sky, shivering the quiet city, and shocking the mortals waiting outside.
For prayers who do not know swordsmanship, energy attacks are the most effective way of fighting-for example, the flame shock wave of the master of the fire, Melodyk. However, although this devastating and explosive hurricane can force the nightingales and the clowns to retreat into the distance, they cannot keep up with the speed of the vampire.
The powerful shock waves were missed several times, and the large-scale attack was not enough to break through the defense of Karina Sapphire. Just a blink of an eye, Mobadi has broken through the cascading offensive of the prayers, and the holy cross sword in his hand took off with great power.
The air between the two spattered a fierce spark again.
This time, the power of sapphire failed to penetrate Shifan's shield-imitating the strategy of the opponent, the girl also concentrated her energy on one point, and her defense was greatly strengthened.
However, only this time successfully defended. Because Shi Fan can only achieve the strength advantage at a certain point, Mobadi stands at the peak of strength and speed at the same time.
When the cross sword "Farewell" slipped off the translucent shield, Yunyao of the blood race also completely unfolded in an instant. The slashing like a violent storm oppressed Shi Fan, causing the siege to protect her wailing sharply. Although she knew that as long as she could gather strength, she could defend it. The opponent's sword path is simply impossible.
The wind of the sword that penetrated the wall once again ruthlessly gnawed at the body of the prey. The splash of blood stained the girl's clothes, and the white skirts were bright red.
Mobadi was completely indifferent to this, and the only existence of the vampire who rejected all feelings at this moment was to solve his opponent. In hundreds of rounds of attacks, the blood tribe cleverly instructed the prayers to direct their energy according to their imagination. When the force flowing on the surface of the defensive enchantment scrambled under this malicious traction, somewhere in the shield was finally weak enough to be Break in a single hit.
The holy cross sword penetrated with incomparable precision, while crushing the enchanter's enchantment, Yu Li also made a long opening on the girl's shoulder. Before the sword was retracted, the blood clan released a straight punch directly into the target's abdomen, and Shi Fan fluttered up into the air, landing on the ground ten meters away.
Without any joy or victory, Mobatti calmly put "Farewell" in front of his chest, and then slowly approached.
The whole body was like being plunged into a furnace, so hot it couldn't think. In order to avoid losing consciousness, Shi Fan can only endure with biting his tongue. But it is useless. Even if you try your best to ignore the physical pain, you still cannot gather enough strength to fight back.
The Destroyer was approaching slowly, and the sound of heavy footsteps sounded especially crisp in the cold night, like a death knell.
Probably ... is this over? The dark-haired girl looked up at the sky without moving. Is Silvermoon City my cemetery? That's fine, because the ending may have been doomed from the beginning.
If you calculate the past, you will find that the lonely figure has never been created. Although she has mastered the powerful technique of prayer, she still does not understand the reason why the goddess finally came to this world. For what reason does the girl named Shifan survive in reality? .
So if the girl who has never dreamed disappears like this, there will be no fear or regret?
The Holy Cross Sword was near. As the host lifted its movement, the flowing silver light slowly condensed on the blade, waiting to return the enemy's soul to nothingness.
It shouldn't be scared ... but even so, I still want to survive ...
Even if there is no dream, even if there is no reason, I simply want to live in this world.
"... help me, who can help me?" The girl immersed in blood murmured like a nightmare, and the corners of her eyes fell down with tears of crystal.
The next moment, reflected into the eyes of the emerald-colored pupil-at a position higher than the raised cross sword, a dark shadow suddenly jumped out of the building on the side, bringing a sharp cold light, Straight down to Mobuti's head.
The vampire counterattacked in an instant, and a loud noise burst in the air. Then, the black shadow was hung on the cross sword raised high up. The blood race then slammed and slammed the attacker on the ground.
"I know, you will definitely come back." Mobadi finally said, "No ... it should be said that it was planned from the beginning, because the look when he left was so clear."
The other side supported the ground with one hand, and blood spread along the arm from the torn wound to the ground, ticking continuously.
"Not even a sneak attack. I thought I could hurt this guy at least ..." Roland smiled bitterly at Shi Fan. "Sorry, my strength is not enough."
"Why are you running back ~! I still don't want to die here ~!" The girl shouted as if she was trying to support her body, "I don't need you! I don't need you Help, isn't it a natural ending to disappear? "
"Also spoil yourself a bit at this time, otherwise it would be too unlovable." The young blonde looked at the second crack on the frost, and stood up staggeringly despite the wounds and blood leaking. "Don't ask me why, anyway, guarding you now is my only wish."
"I don't want to be left again."
The young man turned his back on the girl, so he could not see his face. However, Shi Fan felt that when Roland said so, his expression must be very gentle and determined.
"It's a good ending, at least you can rest in peace." The traitor nodded, "Although I don't expect to be able to alleviate my iniquity." The Holy Cross sword was chopped down with the momentum surrounding the mountains.
But the blade that condensed the full power of Karina Sapphire was stopped several centimeters from Roland--a new enchantment blocked it. Unlike before, this retaining wall is not broken glass color, but bright and hot like a flame, the strong wind liberated from it rushes in all directions like a tide.
Mobadi was surprised to find that even with the strength of prayer, he was still pushed far away, so he tried his best to rush forward, but the only result was to leave two deep trenches on the ground.
When being blown away several tens of meters away, the blood tribe finally saw the true appearance of the flame enchantment, and finally understood why the wind created from it would be so hard to resist. What is blocking the "Farewell" is not a guard wall at all, but a much more shocking existence-
It was a pair of flame wings.
The majestic bow-shaped body vibrates again and again, and the rising flames seem to be brewing something. From the boiling blood at the feet of Shifan and Roland, a dazzling shadow rushed out. In the silent night, the silhouette woven by the flames dispelled the shrouded death and burned away the circling despair.
Then, the crisp tweet of Fire Phoenix broke the silence, like the bells of dawn, passed to every corner of the city.