Elusa Knightwerka and Elusa Shukaret, two swift figures flashed past each other. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

With a choke, Elusa lowered her head and saw her armor shattering and falling. A thin streak of blood appears on the fair skin under the ribs, and then rapidly expands and blooms into a bright red "flower".

The Fairy Armor is one of Elusa's strongest armors, but it was completely destroyed just after its appearance, and only the sword-wielding hand armor remained. The result was obviously a bit unexpected by Elusa, and she even forgot about the bleeding wound.

And Nate Vorka's shock was not in the slightest way below her.

Knightwerka leaned forward slightly, his eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at his hand. Probably the strongest magic in the world...... The magic guide weapon "Ten Rings Gun", at this time, only half of the barrel of the gun is held between the two hands.

Between the ears, a few strands of crimson hair slowly fell. On the left side of Knightwoka's beautiful cheek, a straight wound was cut by the bayone, and the hair on the left ear was shaved off.

Knightwerka wasn't in the mood to bother with her face, and she reached out and touched her cheek to wipe the blood away. But his eyes never took off the Ten Rings gun.

Unlike Elusa, Alusa has damaged a powerful set of armor, but it is only one less way to fight, and she still has a large number of armors to choose from. But Nate Walker is different, for her, the Ten Rings Gun is her magic, the guarantee and reliance of her strength. Without the Ten Rings Gun, Knightvorka's identity as a magician and the captain of the Demon Sentai is completely over!

In what capacity should I live in the future, and if I don't have a strong fighting force, will I be qualified to continue to serve the kingdom?

For a moment, she was in a state of flux.

But Knightvorka was still the best fighter after all, and the psychological turmoil didn't bother her for much time, and she immediately thought that she was still on the battlefield and was fighting!

There's no time to think about it! The most important thing now is ...... Down with that woman!

"Ahh

Knightwerka roared, raised his fist and turned to rush out.

"Ahh

In Knightvorka's somewhat blurred vision, a figure with the same long crimson hair rushed in his direction.

Here it is again, it's like looking in the mirror......

At this time, Elusa's armor was broken, so she was similar to Netwerka, and her body became almost half-naked. This time, even the two women's dresses and movements are exactly the same.

"Ahh

Is this fate? A battle between us......

The island is falling, and all the magic in the air is converging in one direction, and even the magic that has kept the floating island afloat for countless years has been forcibly plundered.

A strong sense of weightlessness enveloped the two women, but at this time they no longer had the strength and mind to detect the abnormal changes in the environment around them.

The footsteps are a little shaky, and it is even more difficult to walk on the island that is falling at an accelerated pace. But the two women did not hesitate or pause at all, and rushed towards each other persistently and firmly.

Closer, closer! Knightvorka could feel that "her" body was already close at hand, her strength was exhausted, and the scars on her face made Knightvorka almost lose her sight. But now she no longer needed to look with her eyes, she was as familiar with the body as she was with her own.

Knightwerka poured all the remaining strength of his body into his right fist, channeling all his determination and will into this punch.

This blow was not magic, nor was it magical, but it was the real "strongest" punch of Knightwerka, who had bid farewell to his status as a magician. She gave her soul, her body, and everything in this punch.

At this time, Knightwerka was not a warrior of the kingdom, nor was she fighting for the king's plans, and her whole body and mind were filled with only the words "battle" and "victory".

"Bang!" there was a muffled thud as her fist slammed into her target, and Knightwerka grinned, leaning forward, sending more force down her arm.

At the same time, Knightwerka also felt a dizziness in her mind, and the large expanse of Venus further paralyzed her vision, and her ears were filled with a "buzzing" sound.

No wonder the sound of that punch was so clear...... Turns out I was hit too?

Although he couldn't see clearly, Knightwerka could easily guess what had happened in a split second. She could imagine that Elusa on the other side rushed over with the same movement...... Then a punch is thrown.

The extremely tired body even became dull in pain, and Knightwerka didn't feel much pain on his face, but his body was cloudy and foggy, and there was no touch around him.

Knocked away...... Knightvorka was still conscious, and he could accurately identify his state at this time, damn it, how much strength that woman used!

…… But the force I used was not light, and she must have flown away.

Thinking of this, Knightwerka was relieved, at least he didn't lose!

The bodies of the two women "gently" fell to the ground, falling along with the broken island.

The sudden appearance of the magic power, and then the forced extraction by a mysterious force, the violent fluctuations in a short period of time made the magicians in the battle feel extremely uncomfortable.

By this time, most of the fighting had stopped. The people were horrified by the signs of terror coming from the depths of the kingdom.

Fires, explosions, and loud noises of buildings collapsing are endless. The ...... that was mixed in the period It's the dragon's roar!

It's like there's a legendary monster - a dragon is there to fight!

In the face of this force, no one cares about the outcome of their battle anymore.

…… Except for that battle on the outskirts.

Since neither of the two Woz was magicians at this time, the drastic change in their magic power did not affect the battle between them at all.

Even the roar of the dragon that resounded in the sky and the countless islands that were falling in the sky did not distract the two men.

Their dedication to the war didn't make up for Elusa's inferiority.

And since they are not magicians, the battle between the two is very "quiet". Maxman, who was running out of ammunition, rarely pulled the trigger again.

The long battle, which lasted nearly ten hours, had exhausted the strength and energy of the two Woz.

At this time, the two people didn't even have the strength to fight straight their bodies, and they kept their bodies from falling down completely by their own will. The clothes on his body were tattered, stained with a mixture of dust, sweat and blood, and he completely lost the demeanor of an S-class mage and a general.

It's just that the eyes of the two are still bright and clear, staring at each other tightly, and their hands are still holding their weapons steadily, without even a hint of trembling.

Woz and Maxman were once again locked in a standoff, the two of them gasping for breath and forcing themselves to adjust their breath and seize the little time to regain their strength.

It was their almost stingy allocation of physical strength that allowed them to sustain such a long battle.

It can be said that the battle awareness of the two Wolds is the best among all the people who participated in this melee! Even the chess player and the card king are more inclined to "fight with their brains" because of their magical abilities, so they don't care too much about such details.

If it were Natsu and the dragon slayer magicians, they wouldn't have such a delicate consciousness at all. It's not that they can't sustain a long fight, it's just that with Natsu's inertia, I'm afraid they will continue to fight with all their might, and then further tap their deeper potential, like a sponge squeezing water, constantly squeezing out the physical strength and magic in their bodies...... They don't need such a delicate fighting style.

Woz can't be that unrestrained, and this battle is no less dangerous than those fierce magic battles, if not more dangerous!

Generally speaking, unless the difference in strength is too great, there is a difference between victory and defeat between mages, but it is rare to fight a life-and-death situation. With magical protection, even injuries are relatively rare.

And the battle between Woxes and Maxman, one with a sword and the other with two guns, without the slightest trace of magic, is far greater than the defensive power, and it is easy to fight a life-and-death tragedy.

Woz stared at Maxman carefully, thinking about it: my thin sword was sixty-three centimeters left, and I had to get closer.

Maxman looked at Wads: there were less than twenty rounds left, and there was no time left for me to reload, and the only thing I could use was the ten rounds left in the gun...... The enemy must be dealt with within ten rounds!

Woltz's thin sword was only half cut off, and this was the result of his great efforts to defend it, otherwise Maxman would have broken it by the roots!

And Maxman's two arms were numb and unconscious, and it was the result of all his efforts to maintain accurate shooting, but as for the replacement of ammunition, that kind of delicate work could not be done, and his fingers would tremble so that he could not even pinch the bullets, right?

Both knew that the final moment was coming.

Woz had his back to the royal capital, and the magnificent capital was pitch black, and all the magic lights were extinguished by the plundering of the magic, except for the palace, where the fire was still burning.

The sky overhead was like a huge meteor shower, and countless islands were falling at a rapid speed, marking a brilliant firelight.

Woz held the sword in one hand and straightened his body with all his might.

"Boom!" a small floating island smashed into the ground in the distance behind him, and the bright light of the fire flickered.

The light was blinding, and Maxman couldn't help but squint his eyes. Woz burst out suddenly, dragging his sword and rushing out.

Maxman didn't panic, and a pair of black hole guns were aimed at Woz. He didn't shoot rashly, and ten hours of fighting had proven that just because he was aiming at Woz didn't mean he could be hit. He needed a better timing...... Get Woz a little closer!

There is no chance of starting over, you must hit him in that moment, kill him!

The eyes of the two collided again, cold as frost, but full of murderous intent.

Closer, five meters!

Maxman's left fingertip straining, the muzzle of the gun spewed flames, and five bullets poured out.

Woz had already leaned over to the left before he could see the flames. kicked up a piece of dirt under his feet, and his body accelerated again, rushing directly in front of the opponent.

Maxman was also backing away, trying to regain the distance and shoot with the remaining right-hand wheel.

Woz slashed out with a sword, but the severed irregular blade made his calculations erroneous, and the terrible cold light tore through Maxman's uniform, and only a little oily skin was cut on his body.

Woxz secretly said in his heart that something was wrong, and every attack at this time could be regarded as the final blow. Because if you fail, then the attack of the enemy that follows will most likely kill you first!

In order to slash the sword, Woz's form paused slightly, allowing Maxman to pull a little distance, just enough for him to unleash.

Grasping the fleeting feeling, Maxman did not prepare for a shooting position, but only adjusted the angle of the muzzle slightly, and pulled the trigger the moment it crossed the expected track.

"Bang!" As soon as the shot was fired, Maxman immediately felt: this shot must be hit!

Woz was too close to have no time or space to react, so he could only subconsciously raise his head high and try to dodge.

The "reading" talent played a role in improving Woz's eyesight to a very high level, and his dynamic vision was able to clearly see the flight of bullets.

Woz's pupils constricted to the size of a pinpoint, and he watched as the warhead approached his right eye.

It was too late to blink, and Woz quickly turned his head and got out of the way. But the "reading" talent tells Wads that he still can't completely dodge the warhead.

Sou!

The projectile grazed the corner of his eye, but it was through Woz's eye socket!

Woz only felt that his eyes were pitch black, and then turned crimson again, and seemed to be still glowing golden, and all kinds of chaotic colors and lights were intertwined. Then came the belated pain, and a bout of nausea and panic.

Woz knew that his right eye was finished, and he even had the illusion that he could constantly feel the strange sensation of his eyeball being blown out.

The panic caused Woz's intact left eye to lose vision for a while.

The panic was followed by an endless rage, which Woz deliberately allowed to suppress the side effects of the excruciating pain.

His thin sword swordsmanship doesn't have to rely on vision.

Woz's body moved again, and Maxman's next four bullets burrowed into Woz's body, but they didn't do the same lethal damage as the first shot.

Woz couldn't see it, but he didn't hesitate to swing his sword and slash down. The extremely sharp blade of the sword could not feel the feeling of slashing at the target at all, and it slashed all the way to the ground, and finally broke and destroyed completely.

Maxman turned his head to look at his right shoulder, and after two seconds, a large tuft of blood suddenly shot out from his shoulder, and then his entire right arm slid limply to the ground.

Maxman let out a painful wail, holding the gun in his left hand and slamming the handle into Woz's head.

Woz also raised his leg and slammed his knee into Maxman's abdomen.

The two of them who were badly injured were put into each other at the same time. Pain and exhaustion made it impossible for them to get up and continue fighting.

Only the battle between Woz and Maxman was a real fight to the death, and although there was no grudge, both men did carry out this ten-hour long battle with the consciousness of killing each other.

At this time, although he still failed to kill his opponent, his mental and mental fatigue reached his limit, and both Wolds eventually collapsed and collapsed despite the heavy physical damage.

Physically and mentally exhausted from soul but body, this battle has exhausted all their strength.

Maxman lay on his back on the ground, leaving only a piercing pool of blood on his right arm, soaking the dry ground beneath him. Did I lose...... If I have one less hand, I will also have one less gun, and my combat effectiveness may be less than 30% of the original...... But that guy, his swordsmanship doesn't seem to have a problem without eyes, right? What's more, he's still a magician. Damn, I'm really unwilling!

Somewhat disheartened, Maxman did not even treat the wound of his severed arm, allowing the blood to flow.