The young duke, who broke into the altar because of an "accident", did not have a trace of horror and disgust on his face when he saw the evil god sealed by the Holy Cross, but was full of surprise.

“... You, you're Brunhilde, right? It must be, right?!"

Who are you... Which fool has been brainwashed by chivalric dogma?

“... This is fate, it must be the Holy Cross... No, no, no, it must be the great will of the world that is guiding me so that I can meet you here, this is the turning point of fate!"

What kind of twist, it's obvious that you forced your way in, okay, if it weren't for the fear of the seal being broken, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to you.

And the will of the world ... What's that?

"You're sealed, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll help you break the seal right away... Well, I should be able to succeed, after all, I am a shackler of fate, and there is no seal in this world that I can't break!"

Another quirky title, and where did you get your confidence?

"O great Brunhild Valkyrie, you may not have noticed it yet, but at some point before the appearance of this world, the fates of the two of us were deeply linked, and we were destined to meet here!"

Inexplicably, didn't you still call yourself the "Shackler of Fate" just now, why were you deeply linked by fate all of a sudden.

"Hmm... This seems to be a seal set by the Holy Cross himself, and it will be difficult to break it, and even for an existence like me, it may not be easy to do. ”

Yes, it is completely impossible for a being like yours.

"But it doesn't matter, the fate of the encounter will eventually break the shackles between the two of us, and the moment I step into this room, the will of the world has already told me the spell to break your seal!"

You mean... That thing you just came up with outside the door?

"Listen, O Breeze-Knight of the Night Dew, Bloomhilde, under the overlap of the pure white and the dark world, the sun, the twilight, the morning star, the wind, the showers, and the snow, I! Roland Turin, the Administrator of the Divine Destiny, the Overseer of the World, will open the seal on you!"

The young duke's right hand was crossed on his hip, and his left hand was pressed on his right eye, and he chanted like a night owl:

"The power that reigns over the earth, bearing the name of domination, will carve eternal runes on the rock walls at the end of the world, and defend the creatures of this world in the abyss of the vast sea, and its pure white faith will eventually dissipate and turn into silt darkness;"

"The cities dotted with the stars, the four seas of the world, the sound of spears and blades clashing endlessly, the land of light is covered with bright red plasma, and the mountains, rivers and lakes are full of wolf smoke;"

"Those who break the shackles of fate are destined to have a rough and thorny life; those who defend freedom vow to fight against tyranny and dictatorship; those who pursue ideals can never be accompanied by happiness and comfort;"

"The defiled glory, the spurned dignity, in the name of sorrow to uphold its justice and glory, to hold up the banner of the last resistance!"

"Come on, Brunhilde, come with me, and I'll open the seal for you... No matter what obstacles stand in our way, I will do my best to smash them one by one, because this is our common destiny!"

It's a... Boring guys.

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At the moment of fighting, distraction is a big taboo... But in any case, Brunhilde just couldn't expel those fragments, those images of the past, from his mind.

Especially when the person in front of me is gradually overlapping with the image in my mind.

The elegant eyelashes were slightly raised, and the corners of the eyes that were as bright as stars flashed with a hint of crystal.

With each sword strike, she could feel that the black-haired wizard in front of her was changing, the originally stiff blade was slowly becoming more sophisticated, and the power of the void contained in his body was becoming more and more powerful.

The spear in his hand no longer needs to be aimed, the blade of the sword does not need to be deliberately wielded, everything is gradually becoming the instinct of the body... That's right, it's a posture that can only be achieved by doing everything you can, concentrating on putting all your strength and thought into battle.

Loren Torino, he's really getting stronger.

The expressionless Valkyrie easily parried another sacrificial impact from the black-haired wizard, and the sweeping Star Greatsword directly knocked Loren's entire body flying.

Boom ——!!!!

Rolling on the ground in embarrassment, Loren, who suddenly got up, had a hideous expression, and stopped his still backward body with the sharp blades of his hands like a beast, and then pounced on it again.

It's not enough, even if you try your best, it's still not enough;

Loren Torino, if you really want to break fate, you have to be stronger than me and Roland!

"Hurricane, listen to my call... Wind Spiral ——!!!!"

The steel-colored spiral spear stabbed straight forward, and the destructive hurricane converged like a beam of light, and then erupted towards the black-haired wizard who lunged at him.

"Ahh——!!!!h

Roaring, roaring... This time, the black-haired wizard didn't even have the slightest intention of dodging, waving the dragon's teeth and shining silver and crashing directly into it.

Wait, that sword in his hand is not the original one!

It's... Bright Star?!

Brünnhilde was slightly startled, and only then did he notice the Knight of Oath struggling to get up, his only left hand still trembling, maintaining the last movement of throwing the sword out.

The supreme emperor of the sixth generation, the sword of Brandon I, the "bright star" that can shatter all the power of the void, forcibly tears the hurricane from the center!

The black-haired wizard who had braved the storm of death rushed straight towards Brunhilde, and the wind in front of him was as fragile as a thin layer of paper, unable to restrain his progress, and the moment the hurricane collided with the swordsman, the wind was calm.

He's coming!

Even the Valkyrie couldn't dodge while attacking, and at this moment she couldn't even predict the next move of the black-haired wizard, and Loren, who roared like a beast, had surrendered all his power to his body's instincts.

Rational, thoughtful, calm, composed...... Everything he had relied on had been left behind by the black-haired wizard at this moment, and no matter what the price was, whether it was tantamount to death, he was almost stubborn in his desire to pounce from the front, from the Valkyrie Brunhilde's most powerful front.

No intrigues, no cumbersome calculations, a dignified head-to-head confrontation... This is the way knights fight, and this is the only way it is possible to defeat the Valkyries.

For the knight is to roar with a spear and speak with a sword!

"Ahh——!!!!h

The roaring black-haired wizard slammed into force, and the raging hurricane was completely torn apart.

"Bell ——!!!!"

The blades of the swords converged, and the mottled bright stars and the great sword of the stars collided, and the sparks flew between the two figures facing each other.

There was no room for further thinking, and the black-haired wizard who could almost clearly feel his broken arm braced the bright star in his right hand with the last bit of strength, blocking the star sword that had been slashed from the top of his head, and the cold blade was almost attached to his shoulder, tearing him in half from the center with a slight force.

Life or death, right in front of you!

It's not over yet, it's far from over... Instead of holding down the greatsword, Brunhilde raised the cyan steel-colored spiral spear in his right hand and stabbed it into the chest of the black-haired wizard.

"Poof——!!!!

There was no parry, he did not parry!

"Uhhh——!!!!h

The black-haired wizard shuddered, and the bright red blood gushed out of his mouth uncontrollably, but his dark eyes were still staring at the Valkyrie in front of him.

"So... You won't be able to parry it anymore, Brunhilde. ”

Loren Turin, whose mouth was full of blood, finally showed a calm smile, and the "dragon tooth" in his left hand slowly raised:

"Witness the miracle of this moment, which brings together the strength of the friendship that binds me with my partner......"

Brunhilde didn't speak, just watched as the spear in his hand burst into golden-red fire again.

"Everything is in ashes... Flowing blades like fire——!!!!"