Chapter 1:

- In fact, I understood from the beginning that my existence was meaningless. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The blood-stained hills were littered with corpses. With the east wind blowing, the smell of blood is so disgusting.

Rodriten stood atop this mountain of corpses and blood, his eyes hovering with endless exhaustion.

His arms hung low from exhaustion, and his legs trembled slightly. With his back to the green griffin flag, his vision was already blurred.

It couldn't hold it anymore - Rodriit could feel that life was leaving his body. Along the shattered armor, his blood was about to drain.

"......" couldn't speak anymore.

The thing that supported this remnant was already his last magic. Fill the body of the wind elves with the power of the death: Rodriten is fighting the final battle at the cost of the collapse of his body.

No matter how hard you try, you won't be recognized, and even if you try your best, you won't be understood.

Why hold on to this?

I don't understand it anymore.

The cloudy brain was full of fog, a white expanse, and it was impossible to think at all. Only the will to fight never faded, maintaining the last breath.

"Die——!" The familiar knight attacked from below the hills. Stepping on layers of corpses, he did not hesitate to raise his sword.

But too weak.

Even if he has been diligently training his body and combat skills for ten years, he is still too weak because of his talent.

Attracted by the clear killing intent, Rodritte's body moved. Without leaving his battle flag, Rodritte launched a face-up attack on the spot. After holding the slash with all his might, Rodriten stepped forward and slammed the knight in the face with his elbow.

The knight fell in an instant, and then the stabbed blade pierced through the front door.

But the attack was not over yet, starting with the death of the knight. More soldiers had already poured in, and though their spear-wielding postures were flawed, they were plentiful.

That's a big plus. Unlike the sword-wielding, well-trained knights, the pikeman's tactics are not based on quality.

After all, the spear is a completely different weapon from the sword: not only does it have an absolute advantage in length, but it also requires little space because it doesn't require a slashing action. As long as you can stab, you can use the group's advantage to stab through dense gun clusters. No matter how quickly the enemy reacts, it will not be able to dodge effectively in the face of such an attack.

But on the other hand: as long as the enemy is not given a chance to cooperate, the pikemen are no threat.

The battlefield of "......" is hills, more precisely, hills covered with corpses.

Regardless of the uncoordinated height difference in the position, the large number of corpses alone hindered normal movement. The pikemen, numbering more than fifty, rushed forward with courage, but after a few seconds, the formation was completely disorganized.

Rodriit didn't let go of this opportunity.

Although the brain is cloudy, the body can move on its own.

Wielding their swords, they rushed into the enemy, and in the cold light, the pikemen fell one after another.

"Stand back, stand back!" screams kept coming from the crowd. In the blink of an eye, the frightened pikemen lost the courage to fight.

As if they had rushed up, they had receded like a tide, but by the time they had retreated down the hills, half of them had fallen on the red hills, and became Rodritte's victory.

- Just fighting alone, for a future that is not expected.

"Where are the archers!

"It's useless! That guy has witchcraft protection, and bows and arrows are useless to him!"

The voices of countless people were mixed together, and it was extremely noisy. The cries of despair overflowed with hatred for Rodritte.

The murderous intent, the curse, the jealousy, the fear—all the emotions were mixed together...... It's a bit annoying.

"It's really ......"

Rodritte's cloudy brain gradually began to work again, and although it was not clear whether it was back to light, it was always a good thing to be able to think.

Opening his eyes, he looked around at the ground around him in a somewhat confused way. Then, a bitter smile appeared.

“…… Could there be anything worse than this? ”

It's just talking to myself.

I didn't ask anyone a question, nor did I expect answers.

However, it was unexpectedly responded to.

"Your death, how's that. As he spoke, the red knight arrived at the battlefield.

Passing through the rebels who had bowed down to make way, she made her way to the bottom of the hill. A strange expression.

"You can do this after playing against Lancelot...... Salticius, you're a monster. ”

"Yes. ”

"Isn't that a matter of course? A normal human wouldn't be able to do such a thing. ”

What does this mean? Rodriit didn't know, but he didn't intend to figure it out. Although the girl in front of him is his only friend, after the other party raised the anti-flag and became a betrayer, the relationship between the two was only hostile.

And in Rodritte's thinking circuit, understanding the enemy's priorities is quite backward.

"Yes. ”

Rodriit clenched his sword.

This body filled with magic is crumbling, and after nerve paralysis, bones and blood vessels will harden.

Until the body turns into porcelain and shatters at the touch - there are still five minutes left to fight.

And in those five minutes, there is one more thing for Rodritte to do.

"I'm sorry you shouldn't have been in front of me. ”

"It's too much, I'm here to see you one last time. ”

The battle unfolded in an instant.

Helplessly, the holy blue knight charged forward. Brilliant wind-colored wings spread out behind him, ripples from the impact sweeping across the battlefield.

"Mordred!!!" roared, and Rodriten slashed his sword down. A blow beyond the speed of sound, the white blade came faster than the empty explosion.

If it were a mortal, it would have been a must-kill blow that would have sealed the victory—slashed in two pieces by a high-speed, magical blade that would have sliced even steel.

But sadly, Mordred is not such an easy opponent to kill.

"Rodritte!!" a brilliant sword of betrayal unfolded from the front. Flames and loud noises erupted from the clash of steel, shaking the blinding deaf.

But neither of them stopped.

Even if the sense of sight and hearing is temporarily disabled, the image remaining in the brain is enough to support the next battle.

The sound of continuous blows erupted in a single breath, and even the movement of the sword could not be captured. From the perspective of an onlooker, the two have been reduced to a blur of light and shadow.

"Your strength has dropped. "It may seem evenly matched to others, after all, neither side has hit the opponent in this short period of attack and defense. But only Rodriit and Mordred knew that the latter had achieved an overwhelming advantage in the battle just now.

But there's no way around it.

Rodritte's injuries were too severe.

Both blood loss and old injuries severely damaged the knight's body, even if it was strengthened with magic power. The decline in ability is still inevitable.

"Isn't that a good thing for you?" Rodriten laughed, re-distancing himself. As he spoke, he was thinking at a high speed in his heart.

His mind was completely clear, but at the same time, it was also painful.

He was well aware that this was a symptom of the magic that was beginning to erode the brain - in the case of a massive loss of blood and insufficient provisions, he could only use magic to defraud the body.

How long can it last?

I don't know.

Unlike other parts of the body, the brain is the center of human thought, and its damage means the end of life.

But Rodriit couldn't help it.

Even if he stopped destroying his brain and driving his body with magic now, he wouldn't have survived. Now that his blood was almost dry, his death was already doomed.

So—just do it a little more thoroughly, right?

"Mordred, it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

“…… What?"

Unable to comprehend the meaning of the words, Mordred frowned in confusion.

Is it to stall for time? No, it's not like that - I don't know how bad the other person's health is, but procrastinating because of his own weakness is not in Rodritte's style.

"What does that mean. ”

Rodriit didn't answer, but stood there smiling, his silence frightening.

Mordred subconsciously took a step back and raised his sword. On the brilliant sword, the brilliance of magic is jumping.

Even if you move your fingers, if Rodriten makes any move, Mordred will rush forward. Now that the difference in strength is so obvious, the girl is confident that she will be able to distinguish the winner in five seconds.

However, it was clear that Rodriit did not move......

"What is this?"

…… But the wind rose.

A crisp wind came from the north, dispelling the stench of the battlefield. Rodriten raised his left hand in the wind, as if calling for something, and smiled sassily.

"-won't give you a chance!"

Mordred didn't hesitate for a moment, and rushed forward like lightning. The famous sword named Clarent unleashed its true power at this moment, and the arc of magic transformation pierced the atmosphere, and a shocking explosion continued to be heard in the brilliant light.

Just once.

It only takes one hit to burn the man named Rodritte to ashes.

Although it would be sad to kill Rodride, Mordred has no way out.

After paying so much and paying so much, her betrayal of her father must not end here.

"Brilliant—"

Raise the blade high and let the thunder converge. The Excalibur-like sword, which symbolized the succession to the throne and was more dazzling than any silver, slashed at Rodriten in the next moment, and the magic power that poured out was simply desperate.

"—Wang Jian!"

Mordred poured all his strength into the earth, and the brilliant thunder bombarded the land, creating a terrible ravine.

More than 100 meters of the earth was torn apart by the heat, and the ravines with traces of melt were more than a meter deep and wide.

But it didn't hit.

At the moment when the thunder was about to engulf the knight, the knight's body turned into a breeze.

Mordred's eyes widened, and he subconsciously wanted to do something. But the posture she posed to unleash her nirvana made it difficult for her to move, so she had to stay where she was.

"Rustya ——!"

And at this moment, a voice came from mid-air.

Mordred subconsciously raised her head, and through the gap in her helmet, she saw six light spears of Holy Blue.

“！！”

It is impossible to stand still.

Mordred wielded the clarent and fought hard.

The first and second branches were severed by the sword, and the third and fourth branches were slid away by the gauntlets.

But this is already the limit. The fifth spear tore apart Mordred's shoulder armor, and the sixth spear shattered the girl's helmet as she stumbled.

"How ——!?"

Rodritte, who swooped down immediately behind the light gun, was shocked and frightened.

The arm that was once extremely firm shook at this moment, and the steely and steady heart also appeared blank.

He subconsciously moved his sword to the side, away from Mordred's chest—and at the same time, accompanied by the girl's desperate cry. Clarent's blade pierced Rodrieter's heart.

The battlefield seemed to be silent in an instant.

Rodritte, in the position of being impaled through the heart, stood in front of Mordred.

"Really...... That's right......"

Not knowing whether to cry or laugh, his expression was full of complexity.

Stand in front of your only friend, the enemy who killed you. Looking at her familiar face, the Wind Knight let out a sigh of relief.

"No wonder you never take off your helmet...... Mordred. ”

There is nothing more to say.

The knight's body had already begun to crumble.

The body, long since it had been drained of blood, was disintegrating, turning into crumbs of light in the erosion of magic.

"I'm sorry...... Rod...... Sorry ......"

The girl's contradictory whispers rang in his ears. Without the unsightly helmet, her voice was softer and weaker than expected.

There's no way to keep thinking about it.

Rodriit closed his eyes. Until the end, he couldn't forgive Mordred. It was the same even after seeing that face that resembled King Arthur.

But for him, none of this mattered.

"Nasty World ......"

Whispering the last words of his life, he finally stopped breathing.