Chapter 14: The Dog's Tooth Intertwined

Is a spearman who has lost his spear still a spearman?

Will a knight who has difficulty holding a sword still be able to go into battle?

Of course, no, the former will only die in helplessness, and the latter will become a burden to their own side. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, neither Dilumudo nor Rodrite are in this category.

"Drink!!"

The blue shadow struck with a whirling body like a steel whip, while the silver figure could only be cautiously blocked with a sword blade.

Between the sparks and the roar again and again, the phantom-like two figures crisscrossed each other, but a three-dimensional situation was created on the flat battlefield.

Dilumudo Fiona and Rodritte Saltitius were not the kind of people who could be helpless without their main means.

They are heroes, and what heroes are proud of will never be their martial arts.

They are formidable and formidable, but they are heroes who can lead miracles.

Even if he is in a desperate situation, he can accurately grasp the only glimmer of opportunity and turn it into a legendary person.

"Are you still satisfied!, Count Saltisius!!"

The galloping blue spearmen have a agility that the silver knights can't match.

In the galloping shuttle, the man who seems to leave an afterimage shoots his own attacks with a frequency that is difficult to catch with the naked eye.

It's all an inch attack, using a straight line of rapid ejection to release the residual power accumulated before in the last distance, and the storm is continuous, but it will only be transformed into strength when it can really cause damage, so that Rodriten has to keep up his spirits at all times.

There is not even a one-hit sweep, and it is all a short fight to restrain slashing weapons.

Even if you use the blade of the sword, it will be difficult to hurt the fist that is as swift as lightning.

"Not enough"

However, whether it is verbal or not, you must not admit defeat.

Clenching his teeth, the punches that hit his body one after another added up, and they had already shaken the injury in his shoulder.

Before he knew it, Rod's feet had pulled shallow ravines in the shattered earth.

He had to actively maneuver to dodge, but every step was entangled in sea blue.

With mobility far superior to Rhodes, the blue spearmen were able to exert all their agility even if they did not have a spear in their hands - a disaster for a knight who had already been wounded in both shoulders.

So, I had to call out another ability of my own.

"The wind—"

He whispered loudly, calling out to his partner who had never strayed from him.

The blue in front of him had receded at the moment of shouting, and several cyan spears instantly separated the figure, and what caught his eye was the holy blue girl, with a gentle embrace.

Lustia's hands gently wrapped around Rod, even though the illusory light and shadow kept shaking when she touched the red gun, she never let go of her hands - she, gently wrapped around Rod's back, hugged the scarred youth like a lover, and closed her eyes.

"Wind!!"

It was just the next moment that something that made Dilumudo, who had to retreat, tingle his scalp, had already appeared.

With the expenditure of mana, the grandeur that had already appeared in the Battle of the Sea Devils was revealed.

A huge storm circle shrouded the sky, and hundreds of cyan storm chains fell from the sky, with an illusory and unrealistic 'bang-bang-bang' sound, as if they were rushing towards the ground slowly.

"Damn !!"

Lancer cursed under his breath, bouncing backwards with all his might, grounding with his right hand, and dodging several Wind Lock attacks with a crisp backflip, sliding across the ground in embarrassment.

"Is it cheating!"

The earth was trembling, and Rodritte, who had largely lost the ability to fight hand-to-hand, was now sitting in the center of the Storm Circle, his eyes closed, forging this magical scene with Lustia.

"Who made the mistake?"

Then, apparently, there was no opening. Rodrithe's voice echoed through the field.

The uncontrollable wind, like a wild galloping horse, locked in this thunderous sound, frantically whipped the earth, and each blow lifted the dirt and raised the mud waves. The world within a radius of 100 meters was destroyed and destroyed in this indiscriminate attack, as if it was about to shatter the world, and the storm roared and attacked.

Even the weather in Fuyuki City was affected by this wind, and in just a moment, dark clouds gathered and thunder continued.

If it hadn't been at night, it would have caused a full-blown panic.

“lancer！！”

There are six in front and seven in the rear, and the number of left and right is impossible to count.

At the very beginning, I had seen how Bersaker was bothered by the wind lock, but at that time, the lancer with the red gun in hand had no idea that he would encounter such an embarrassment.

Who is careless?

Cyan arrows of heaven descended from the clouds, piercing the space and shattering the earth.

Lancer was forced to step back step by step, and in the blink of an eye, the offensive and defensive positions had changed.

It can't go on like this!

Aware of this, Lancer's brain was spinning.

How?

The power of the storm is really amazing, even if a single blow is not likely to cause decisive damage to oneself with magic resistance, but it will definitely make you lose control of your body for a moment, and in that case, it is not easy to say how many additional attacks will hit you.

So... Was it a mistake to attack with two guns in the first place?

Dilumudo pondered cautiously, and then came to a conclusion in an instant.

No!

Although the opponent's storm is simply overwhelming in this situation, it is undeniable that it is precisely because of his own double guns that he has blocked the opponent's throwing gun and sword - those two are the biggest horror of the knight position, in comparison, the current wind is just the reappearance of the heavy rain of arrows on the battlefield.

The top priority is to force back quickly, and at the very least, not to let the opponent re-free his hands.

But, is it still too late?

The knight in the wind has already stretched out his hand again, ready to pull out the magic gun on his shoulder.

And when the yellow gun broke, it was when Lancer died.

"Drink!!"

Leaning down, the muscles of his legs exploded instantly, the hound-like movement crushed the ground, and the powerful and strong muscles beamed out, passing through the bends of the knees and calves, and exerting force from the forefeet, once again causing the earth to be oppressed and broken.

The blue figure passed through the rain curtain.

"Lustia!"

Rod drank softly in a dangerous voice, accompanied by the spear of the wind.

A high-pressure storm that emerged from the sky and infected the air with color plasticity crisscrossed and stabbed down, as if sixteen brave men had dropped sixteen bayonet guns, and the precision was outrageous.

It crossed the distance between the two, pierced the earth, and then burst open, without the noise of gunpowder, but with more destructive power than it contained.

The dirt waves, or rather, the mud waves, were no problem, and instantly obscured Lancer's vision.

Even if he can dodge a direct hit, it will be fine, because what Knight was expecting was not a direct hit, but only interference.

Then at the moment when the opponent's vision was obscured, the originally standing figure also moved, and the girl figure behind her lit up her eyes and opened her wings.

"O Wind—!!"

The sound of the explosion sounded, and the distance between Knight and Lancer was not a heavenly ravine, but in front of this explosive force, it was only crossed in an instant, and only the afterimage of the wind painted an ethereal color.

The sword clenched in Knight's hand turned into a blade once more, emitting from the end of the afterimage, bursting out in a piercing manner. Before that, the blade of the magic power had turned into a pointed 'mang'.

Heart!!

There is no room and time to speak, only a silent will and a silent killing intent.

Piercing through the earth and stone barriers, this blow was a dignified ambush.

Just the moment the vision is obscured, the winner is decided, which is the icing on the cake for Knight, even if he fails, there is nothing bad, but for Lancer, it may be a killer blow.

"Come back!!"

- Red Rose!!

Even Lancer was aware of this situation, so he didn't hesitate to reach out, and while he was still in mid-air, he gave up his original tactic and recalled one of the shots that limited the enemy - now is not the time to take care of it, if you try to covet that little damage accumulation!!

Will die!!

A red light flashed in his hand in an instant, and the most basic function of a treasure is 'recall'.

Then, the moment he held the blade of the gun in his hand, the dust curtain cracked open from the other side as if his patience had reached the limit!

- It's coming!!

The figure was swift but indistinct, and it was difficult to capture because of the high speed.

But it doesn't matter, because it's just a straight line, so just grab the front end of the blur!

With a slight twist in Lancer's hand, he had already aimed the blade of the gun at the figure—without the persistence of the red gun, the opponent's left shoulder had recovered from the original minor injury.

But fortunately, his right arm is still crippled.

"Don't think too much about it!!"

With a swing of the spear, the treasure with an ominous spell instantly slashed the color of the wind, and it seemed that the girl's cry of pain could be faintly heard, with the flame-like spear as the center, showing a whirlwind-like blasting trajectory. All magic is shattered.

This is the magic spear called the Red Rose, which is almost a curse to those who wield magical powers.

Even the wind that is not completely magical cannot be avoided by secondary shaping, which cannot be said to be a magical thing.

It was taken out with just one hit.

And the rest -

Squeak!!!

The sound of souring teeth was the terrible sound of guns staggering past swords, and the rain curtain was torn apart, forcing them to leave the narrow and brief 'otherworld' between the swords.

Then, Lancer flew out upside down.

He fell into the puddle with a clatter, his posture was not embarrassing, and his blue clothes and armor were embarrassed by mud and water. Wallowing in a mud puddle is definitely not what the heroes want.

Is that the price?

Lancer asked herself, but she didn't have time to answer.

Knight wasn't satisfied just by freeing his left arm, but it was almost time for him to fight back.

Continuing to rush forward, the huge light wings behind him have torn the armor behind him and crushed the skin on his back - a trace of blood can already be seen in the cyan wings.

And what's worse... Not only was the right arm bleeding, but even the newly accumulated lacerations were immobilized by the curse as the yellow rose moved in the trembling muscles!

Bad!

Knight's heart was cold.

You have to take out your opponent now!

Anything is absolutely unacceptable!

“king’s――！！！”

Although the left hand is not used to it, it still continues the magic of the impact, and the battle cry is not the name of the Noble Phantasm, but it can definitely confuse the opponent.

And in fact, it did.

'Is it an impact!?'

Lancer no doubt remembered the cry - on that day, the cyan blast of light, unlike it was today, was an almost meteor-like blow from the sky, but the prelude was no different.

"Treasure!?"

Although there are still doubtful parts, Lancer should not be taken lightly.

Does that make sense?

The red magic spear was held in his hand again, although he barely got up and his center of gravity was still unstable, but would the other party's blow be too reckless?

I've never underestimated my opponent, but—

Was it a mistake?

As long as you use the red gun to kill the shackles of the wind, you can simply flash out of the impact track, and then give a slash from the side, it is impossible for the other party not to know!

But in that case, you're welcome!

“――glory！！！！”

The impact approached in an instant, and the cyan wind ** crushed it, and unsurprisingly, the wind lock that fell from the sky had already locked around his body - the last bit of doubt was abandoned, and Lancer showed a smile of victory.

"Even if it's a trap, it's too unscrupulous!"

Swinging the gun, the red trajectory instantly turned into a triple arc, slashing through the environment of two meters around the body, and the simple slash cut off the cage that was even larger than the steel cable, and the blue figure escaped from the cage in an instant, and then raised the gun again, and boldly attacked the flank of the cyan meteor.

"Stupid!!"

However, it backfired.

The cyan meteor that should have rushed to the head in one fell swoop was like a phantom, and in an instant, it dispersed the wind around it, and instantly turned out of its own trajectory and climbed vertically.

"What-!?"

Raising his head in astonishment, the enemy was already outside his capture range, and he had a momentary stiffness due to the unexpected battle situation, and he had to stay in place for a moment because he wanted to catch a new movement, and just like that, by the time Lancer recaptured the enemy's figure with his gaze, it was already too late - I didn't know that a few moments ago, the opponent's hand was no longer the simple giant sword, but a double-edged mounted spear.

The red flames, the blue ice, were lit at each end of the gun, burning merrily - with the gun in his right hand!

Rodritte's right shoulder was spraying blood, but he was still pressing it with his left hand.

Lunatic!!

Dilumudo instantly understood what was going to happen.

That posture is to aggravate one's own injuries so that one's right arm can be used in one blow completely! Sooner or later, the warriors will be forced to use it on the battlefield, and they will gradually learn the skills, the skills that will be realized by exchanging pain for movement, by exchanging overdraft for movement, by stimulating muscles and circuits.

"Storm Lord!!!"

But by the time I realized it, it was too late.

The first half of the sentence that has been shouted out is undoubtedly the real treasure.

This demonic power that surpassed the previous one just appeared and announced that Fang Cai's battle cry was just a fake.

The spear that swirled violently in Rhodes' hand, the red and blue blades had turned into a terrifying whirlwind, reaching the heavens and the earth, and the torrent of light rose from the hand, piercing through the clouds high in the sky and piercing the muddy earth.

"The !! of the Gun"

Oops!!

But there was no time to even shout these two words.

Lancer could only watch in horror as the streams of destruction materialized descended with heat and ice.

Red Rose... is not enough!!