Inspired by this miraculous sight, even if they don't fully understand what is happening, the morale of the Ultramarines who can see the current situation is boosted. But in the mountains roared like a tsunami of "courage and glory!" When the sound stopped for a while, a discordant note suddenly appeared in the middle:

"Son of the Emperor! Give the enemy death! ”

Following Fujimaru Rika himself, Acurdona, who teleported into the second batch of battlefields in subspace, was like a disarmed purple cannonball, and the moment it landed, it crashed straight towards the most central area of the battlefield.

The Crowned Master covered his face on the spot and sighed, "He really didn't understand why I placed him in the second batch." I shouldn't expect too much from his emotional intelligence. ”

"But his combat effectiveness is beyond doubt." Sigismund commented quietly on the side.

"Speaking of which, don't you think that the combat power around me is a bit redundant?" Rika Fujimaru lowered her hand, and many legendary famous sword-based types from Lingji data that served as magic catalysts floated quietly beside her, "You surround me like this, I can't even see the battlefield situation." ”

- Although the Ultramarines of the Cursed Army scattered around the line of defense after arriving on the battlefield, it was not only Sigismund who remained with her for now. Cato Sicarius and the five victorious soldiers who had been stationed in the Cathedral of Tyros also arrived as escorts. These Astartes were guarding in a circle, which was enough to make Rika Fujimaru, who was at a low height, have no perception of the outside world.

Incidentally, the other five Victorious and all of the Midnight Lord's Blackarmor are still in the church, under the command of Varro Digris and Yago Sevitaleon, in charge of Kylea's security.

In between these few words, it was not that the enemy tried to attack them, but those attacks that were not made in a hurry could not break through the defensive line of the victorious army. The whole team began to move in the direction of the front line of the battlefield according to the plan, which was much easier than expected—after all, one Acurdona had just made his way through the middle of the enemy line, and there was little hindrance left in the straight line.

Unlike when he was alive 10,000 years ago, Acurdona now holds two swords with a turquoise glow in both hands, one long and one short, whether it is a long sword or a short sword, there is no gauntlet above the handle, and the sword body seems to be made of some kind of material between crystal and metal, obviously, with a spiritual power field.

Even with the change of weapons, Acurdona is still the champion of the legion with unparalleled sword skills. If you can observe his movements at a slow pace, you will find that after rushing into the enemy line, his posture is exactly like a leisurely stroll, the combination of long and short swords is not sluggish, and his movements are graceful and smooth, like a dance, and everywhere he goes, there is only death in the turquoise glow.

The twin swords in his hands also seemed to be unhindered when slicing through the high-level demon hosts that would otherwise be helpless with their usual weapons, let alone the lower level of the walking corpses and the Nurgle. When confronting those huge and annoying beast demons head-on, Acudona was able to avoid all of the opponent's swift collisions and attacks without any confusion, and found an opportunity to hit the demon in the fatal spot with his long sword with the moment when they misplaced—the turquoise glow on the sword would do the rest of the work further and completely, causing it to completely annihilate in this universe.

Acurdona walked unhindered across the battlefield, turning into a purple shadow before his allies could react, leaving behind them all their exclamations and doubts (including the glares of the Ultramarines' Curse Companions), concentrating on his way to the strongest enemy on the battlefield - he didn't even notice that he had flashed through the clearing between Robert Kiliman and Ionid Hill who were talking.

Finally squeezing out of the gap between the space marines, Rika Fujimaru, who saw this scene a little far away from the battlefield, sighed sadly again. For a moment, she didn't know whether to blame Aculddona for not looking at the atmosphere, or to blame Company Commander Hill for standing so far away from her genetic father.

Although this is not very fair to Company Commander Hill, who has done nothing wrong, Rika Fujimaru has realized that there is no point in blaming Acurdona in this regard. After all, that's emotional intelligence (and other abilities besides painting, literature, cooking skills, and dozens of other swordsmanship) that can't even be saved by the wisdom of a dragon!

It was only after the touching atmosphere of "meeting again across 10,000 years" was interrupted by the abruptness that Killiman roared angrily at Hill ("Akulddona! Realizing that such a fierce battlefield is really not a good time to complain to each other. He couldn't break free from this mixed mood of shock and doubt for a while, and if the expressions on his face were carefully analyzed, he could draw a pie chart of the proportions of various emotions, but his attention did return to the current battlefield situation.

The largest demon still rests on its palanquin, but its attitude is clearly not as relaxed as before. Although it did not come down and move on its own, it frequently threw plague-filled flasks from the palanquin, summoned decay-looking wooden blocks, and inflicted wounds on the soldiers of the Empire with these evil spells. Its seven retinues have not yet been reduced, but they are much more embarrassed than before. The arrows burning with blue-blue flames burned their massive, rotten shells to charred black, and the false gods' gaze and blessings never left, so they could still stand on the battlefield.

Acurdona, who suddenly broke into the battle formation, obviously didn't think that much. Rather than saying, "He chose one of the seven Great Impure Ones as his opponent," it is better to say, "He simply chose the one he first ran into as his opponent." The long war that lasted for 10,000 years under the throne had allowed him to accumulate enough experience against enemies, and his mastered swordsmanship was also very effective against large enemies.

"I'm—"

"Who's going to talk to something like you!"

By the time these words came out, the long sword in Acurdona's hand had already collided with some kind of spiritual power field in front of the Great Impure. A hazy glow spread along the seemingly nothingness of the void, as if the filthy force field created by the other party's spell itself had an entity.

The Great Impure, who had been laughing, was horrified by the glow on his opponent's sword, and with a short, deformed hand deformed by illness, he grabbed a cloud of filth from the void and threw it at Acurdona, intending to defile the twin swords in his hand. But the latter only avoided it with a light and graceful movement, and at the same time, he threw his sword into the chest of the Great Impure, causing the turquoise aura to sink into the rotting flesh that had lost its psionic defenses.

The demon did panic for a moment, and the psionic energy that didn't belong to it burned fiercely in its chest, bringing him the pain of imminent death, but not as severe as it had thought. The Great Impure thought that he understood something, and his weeping face smiled again. It struggled to reach the sword in its chest with its short, misshapen arm, and tried to pull it out with a defiant gaze. For a moment, Acurdona also seemed to be puzzled by the fact that the attack did not achieve the desired effect, and at this moment-

"Bolverk Gram!"

A resonance of psionic energy came from afar, causing a drastic change in the long sword that pierced the chest of the Great Impure. The blue-green glow that had originally wrapped around the sword suddenly flourished, and the hazy light curtain instantly condensed into a blazing flame, like a halo of different-colored sun, directly erupting in the body of the Great Impurity, quickly scorching its essential essence. In the midst of the miserable cries, the original massive body of the living one quickly melted and disappeared in place like a wax figure.

"How many times! This move is to 'draw out the power of the sword first and then throw it out'! Did Sigurud himself forget about it in an instant as soon as he returned?! Rika Fujimaru's angry voice sounded from a little distance, "Don't fool around with this kind of life-and-death issue!" If you're not sure, don't pursue the effect of the original, give me a good sword in my hand all the time! If it weren't for the right spirit base I am currently loading, I can liberate the treasure beyond my authority, and you will have to start your life all over again! ”

The long sword—the magic sword "Grammer"—flew crookedly back into Acurdona's hands under the pull of Lingji. The latter argued with some embarrassment: "But I think I should have succeeded, huh?" ”

"-Don't you think! I want to feel the sword! Hurry up and admit the reality that you are really incompetent in Lingji operation! ”

The anger content in Rika Fujimaru's voice was noticeably raised to a higher level.

Miwoo (none)

Lie down peacefully.

Tomorrow is two chapters of text + a small outside.,The text is still an ordinary timer.,But it's not recommended to wait for a small outside.,It may be late.。

(End of chapter)