Chapter 4: The Light of the Light

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Standing high on a steel beam of the bridge, the wind blows the battle robes and the hunt sounds. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A young man in Byzantine armor and a white robe standing lonely at the top of the bridge, holding a spear. In the middle of the night, there was silence.

Light and heat, blood and fire.

The smell of death is mixed with silent killing intent, and tenacity is mixed with a greenness that is difficult to hide.

He's young, very young, but he's already a, a king.

Looking at Fuyuki City, where everything was hidden in the darkness, he fell silent, thinking about something.

"Yo...

At that moment, out of the darkness of a section of the bridge, a man came out.

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He looked back.

The man was dressed in blue tight-fitting leather armor, silver shoulder pads on his shoulders, and beastly pupils glowing ominously red in the night. And on his ears, two earrings, even if he is also a heroic spirit, he can't help but feel quaint.

"Isn't it too boring to just look at such a good night?"

But none of this could compare to the spear in his hand.

A red, ominous spear... He recognized the gun.

"Lun characters..."

"Hah...

The young king and the blue-clad spearman looked at each other's wild smiles, and the king had no idea of retreating.

"But, since the spearman is already me, what about you, why are you holding the gun?"

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The young man did not answer this question, and since it was clear that he wanted to fight, there was only one thing that needed to be done.

"Come on—"

Raid - !!

Swift silver light sped from the top of the bridge. The silver glow pierced the night sky like a shooting star.

However, in an instant, the distance of tens of meters was crossed, and a blow that exceeded the limit of vision left an afterimage on the retina... But that was only for humans.

"Hah!!"

Cú Chulainn stepped forward without fear.

- How can a spearman be afraid of a spear in the hands of others!!

Ping-pong - !!

Sparks burst out, and the figures of the two appeared for a moment, and the empty air pressure and strong wind blurred the figures, and the uncertain figures disappeared again in the next moment.

With the steel pillars on both sides of the Fuyuki Bridge, the battle between the two men was no longer confined to the ground in a matter of seconds.

Bouncing and staggering in the three-dimensional space, silver and red light flashed like shuttles, like chainsaws, the swept ground fell apart, like an invisible tomahawk swept by, the cracked road was warped on both sides, and the low rock walls were erected in the terrifying sound of shaking.

"Drink!!"

But there is no doubt that the dominant red spearmen.

A rain of heroic guns poured down, and the ancient demigod heroes marched forward like a swift wind, each move with a blatant killing intent, as if there was nothing else to do but attack. And the silver hero just stood by and waited, his spear much slower than Cuchulainn's, but also more efficient than Cuchulainn's.

Save your physical strength, and stubbornly defend the battle. Even though the enemy's attacks are several times more than those on this side, they always defend themselves without revealing anything.

If Cúchulainn is a gale, then this is the Iron Curtain.

But this is the end of the impasse.

"Whew, good job, boy"

In the last exchange, the blast of metal swept away the shockwave. The smoke and dust crumbled, and the asphalt fragments of the road surface flew everywhere, and Cú Chulainn and the Silver Heroic Spirit pulled away ten meters from each other, and once again stood with their guns drawn.

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The silent response once again put on a posture of attack.

The beating heart in the chest has not yet returned to its best condition, but both of them know that the time to recover is zero.

"Cut... It's the kind of character who doesn't like to talk, then I'm not welcome!!"

The tip of the gun is downward.

Murderous intent flows.

The red spearman's eyes widened, and the strange magic power condensed wildly as the words fell, and the red wind began to spread from the tip of the spear, enveloping the body like a whirlpool.

Treasure?

The silver heroic spirit didn't dare to be careless at all—

Just now, the stormy offensive has made him suffer, although on the surface it seems that the two are on par, but only the two who are fighting know. Actually, it's him who is closer to the limit.

The heart was beating faster - even if the heart wasn't too important to the Heroic Spirit, the physical and magical energy it took was real.

And the Heroic Spirit with such gun skills・・・Lun Script・・・Unknown spear...

It's just that person, and that gun, right?

- You can't be stabbed!

A moment of realization made the young man's face hideous, as if he didn't care about anything, and after his indifferent expression shattered, the magic power that swelled up from the silver heroic spirit's whole body was incomparably tragic blood and fire.

“gáe――”

Pierce it.

The red spear declares death, and the wind of the desolate sky blows from the front, and this blow is a must-kill.

If there is no way, no matter how strong you are, you can only stop here.

"Is it cause and effect—"

However, the blow to everyone, which was inescapable, made him laugh.

"Is it fate-!!"

A roar shot up to the sky.

In the frenzy of magic, the young man struck the ground with the spear in his hand. On the tip of the spear, the roar of a thousand people and the sudden waving of the banner of light.

“――blog！！！”

- Deaththorn !!

-- A magic spear that is never spared, and when it is shot, it will surely hit, depriving it of all vitality from the heart and forcibly reducing all vitality to zero.

"This door—!!"

-- but it was stopped.

The red light radiated from the front, and the magic spear that stabbed out was obviously not pointing in any direction, but it persistently launched a catapult towards the heart.

However, the clumsy wall was tenacious, resisting the bounce again and again.

Stone chips of light flew, invisible barriers showed tangible light and shadow, and the heavily wrapped silver heroic spirit held high the battle flag of the cross and shouted loudly.

"-No traffic!!"

Boom Boom...

The collision of fate and fate, each other has entered a white-hot confrontation.

One side vows to take the heart, and the other will not allow a strong enemy to enter it. The shockwave was channelled into the ground along the roots of the light, wave after wave, and in just a second, there were twenty impacts, and the red light and shadow were entwined countless times, leaving a trail of lightning in the atmosphere, surrounding the enemy like thorns.

The bridge was trembling.

Vibration after vibration made the amplitude increase.

Boom Boom...

The entire bridge deck trembled as if an earthquake was coming.

In this catastrophic momentum, the silver that resisted death launched a new charge.

"Holy - !!"

The shouts echoed in the sky, and the flags held high shone brightly.

The sages are gazing at this place, and the light is gathered here in obedience to the call of the cross. Although he is not the founding king, he still retains that proud power.

Huge--

Magnificent-

Unbeatable -

Bringing Victory--

The sky trembled and cracked at the call of youth.

The night is dispelled, and the dawn comes.

Cú Chulainn was dumbfounded.

"What is this?"

Heroic spirits are people who have made immortal achievements in ancient times, achieved miracles as human beings, and entered the temple of elves. But even so, they are just human beings, and the miracles that can be reached by humans are heroic spirits, and only the world that humans can come to through their efforts is the world of heroic spirits.

But... Even in the great deeds of infinite miracles, there are absolutely only a handful of people who have forged such brilliance like his opponents.

"I'm here—!!"

The black cloud was forcibly pulled apart, and the light seemed to be transformed into a huge hand, expanding above the young man's head, and then, in the world of light, something was slowly emerging.

"Hold on to Christ's world!!"

That is, the cross.

The red, damned cross.

From the very beginning of the reign of Constantine I, he has always protected the blood of the Guardians.

"Library-Hill-Forest !!"