Clay ...... Moore?" the corners of Hamir's eyes twitched, and the audience of nearly two hundred people fell silent.

The sun shone on the blade, reflecting a silvery white light.

"You ......" his hands trembled, and anger burned in his eyes.

As a great swordsman, he was in the same league as these people, no, and even helped the Lamanite nobles. Everything in Haimir's mind unilaterally formed an answer, although it was conjectural, but at the moment he did not have the calmness to think about the truth.

People instinctively hate the guys they think are inside and out. In religion it is more abhorrent than the pure heretics that the heresy is always the same faith, and in the question of nationality the intermarriage with the foreigner is more of a persecution than the pure foreign.

When you are perceived to be in a group with a certain identity, but your practices are different from the mainstream of the group, you are marked as a traitor.

A rationalist caught in the middle of a bunch of religious fanatics will not end well.

Henry hadn't even spoken, he just drew his broadsword. Many of the people present had already made their own answers based on their appearance.

This is always the case with human beings.

These two opposing groups are distinct, the Great Swordsman and the Dragonwing Knight.

The sage was armed with a great sword, but he did not belong to any of them. But after seeing him draw his sword, both sides skipped the verification stage and subjectively put a definition on him.

Hostility began to fill the air, straight and unabashedly at Henry.

"Stand back. The sage waved his hand at Mira, and the Loan Maiden nodded knowingly, and then pulled Galeva and the little unicorn back behind.

"Ho......" Sigurd, the lieutenant of the Dragonwing Knight, said with a "as expected" sound.

And many of the great swordsmen glared at him with angry faces.

In just a split second, just pulling Kramer out had such an effect.

He obviously expected this because he was Henry. But he drew his sword anyway.

Because of the sage.

He also has a temper.

The soles of his boots rubbed against the ground, and with lightning speed, the Montanti in Haimir's hand slashed directly at the top of Henry's head.

"Phew—" The sage dodged it sideways without looking, but Hamir, who had been experienced in combat, had already foreseen Henry's dodge. As if it were a continuation of that day's battle, he stabbed forward immediately after his furious slash.

The essence of the Northland Great Sword Sword Technique.

Iron butterfly.

Originally, it was a skill with many enemies, using inertia and agile arms and steps to perfectly exert the slashing ability and length of the big sword, and suppress the enemy with complex and changeable sword flowers.

And when facing only one opponent, it has become a technique that makes the opponent unable to resist and fall into the grasp of his own rhythm and finally solve it gorgeously.

If Kramer is described as Suomir's national flower, the lily of the valley, then the iron butterfly, as its name suggests, is like a colorful butterfly perched on this flower.

It is the supreme skill of the Great Sword Technique, and although the Great Sword can also use regular swordsmanship and is powerful, it is the only one.

This is the only one.

It was specially made for the great sword.

Having regarded him as a traitor in his heart, Hamir did everything in his power to kill him as quickly as possible.

The queen and the archbishop covered their mouths, and the Dragonwing Knights looked coldly and even a little sarcastic and gloating. The Great Swordsmen, on the other hand, watched all this angrily and silently.

As one of the most skilled swordsmen in this group, Haimir has a very good control of distance. He kept changing his attacks in the upper, middle and lower directions, and at the same time, he pressed so hard that Henry couldn't even lift his sword.

"This man is finished, and the Great Swordsman used the Iron Butterfly first. The pale-faced Grand Master of the Dragonwings, Menicedo, came to a direct conclusion, although he speculated that Henry's swordsmanship was not bad. But the first opportunity in battle is extremely important, and when you meet a master like this, you can't even lift your sword when you master the rhythm.

It's like walking a tightrope, powerless to fight back and only keep dodging deadly blades.

The end result will only be to be killed by grabbing the gap with a sword.

Kaleva looked very worried, after all, after so many days of traveling together, not to mention becoming friends, they were at least acquaintances.

"Be careful!" said the little princess Lola. The queen and her entourage are also worried about Henry, after all, he is still their benefactor.

But their presence was almost nothing more than a vase, and none of those who had mastered force would listen to their wishes. The queen and the archbishop also know each other.

Weak in power.

Willing to stop this conflict, none of these guys who regard each other as enemies listened.

"Woo-woo-" The Iron Butterfly waved for half a minute, Henry still unilaterally retreating and dodging, and Kramer still not lifted.

"It's over....... the queen couldn't bear to turn around, but at this moment, she and the archbishop Roman next to her saw Mira's expression.

In a short chat, they learned about their mentor-apprentice relationship.

And in this case, the Luoan girl only had a calm look on her face.

It was as if the person who was about to be killed was not her teacher, but a stranger who had nothing to do with her—no, even if it was a stranger, she should have some sympathy.

"What a cruel and unforgiving girl—" They came to their own conclusions, as always, unsurprisingly, in the wrong way.

Mira was indifferent.

But it's not callous.

They don't know Henry, they don't know Mira. It's just his own unilateral wishful thinking that he has come to conclusions.

The relationship between the two has always been simple. If this is known as a fairy tale, but in fact it is so cruel that it is sad that Suomir has something as pure and beautiful as a fairy tale at this moment-

Then it should be between these two people.

Unreserved, categorical, and unstoppable.

Trust.

"It's over. Miss Luo An said softly.

"Whew-" After dodging the seventh sword, Henry let out a breath: "Be a ——!!"

Then Mars danced.

"Poof-" Then, before everyone could see what was happening, Hamir threw his head back with the sprayed nosebleed and then retreated several steps in quick succession.

"Click—" He stepped back and pulled away, then thrust his Montanti sword into the ground, covering his bleeding nose with his free hand.

“...... Counterweight ball?" Someone among the sluggish Great Swordsmen called out the words.

The audience fell silent.

In the high-speed swinging Iron Butterfly Sword Flower, in the case of Hamir strictly controlling the attack distance to prevent Henry from suddenly raising the great sword?

The young great swordsman guarded against him lifting Kramer to attack with his blade, so he kept a distance where he could use a longer Montanti attack to the opponent, but Henry could not fight back.

But he bypassed it all.

He broke through the Iron Butterfly, which Suomir's great swordsmen were proud of, and then, instead of even swinging his sword normally, he narrowed the distance and smashed the bridge of Haimir's nose with a half-sword counterweight.

- How the hell did this happen?

His nose bleeds, his face was numb from the pain of the blow, and Hamir's eyes were affected and he began to soak and tear. His vision blurred, but instead of taking advantage of the victory, the sage retracted Kramer with a flutter, and approached step by step with the tip of his sword down.

The midday sun is high at its apex, and because of the position of the sun, it is impossible to dazzle your opponent with your back to the light source. This is the fairest time for environmental factors, and therefore the moment when many duels will be taken.

Krammer reflected the sun's rays, dazzling, and Henry slowly approached Haymir. Everyone in the audience held their breath, even the Dragonwing Knights, who were originally sarcastic.

"Uhh

"How did you do that—" He shut himself before he could finish his sentence.

The other party's aura changed.

Perhaps it was the arrogance of the previous fight with him who had nothing in his hands that made him miss it all, but the pain of being hit by the weight ball at the moment brought him to his senses.

The so-called supreme realm of the swordsman, the sword in his hand is like an arm.

It's real.

Compared with this subtle statement, the real situation is actually much simpler.

"Let God be exalted in their mouths, and sword with two edges in their hands. ”

"Defeat the enemy with one edge, and alert yourself with one blade. ”

You can always see a sense of fear in novices who hold swords, a lack of confidence in the inability to grasp the weapons in their hands.

Even a person who has reached the level of Hamir will still hurt himself with the sword in his hand if he is not careful.

This danger is the source of the swordsman's vigilance, and if you lose it, you will die early.

But if you can't overcome the fear of the weapon in your hand, you won't be able to wield it at will.

The so-called command is actually a kind of familiarity that has reached the realm of proficiency in the final analysis.

He is familiar with all the details of the sword in his hand as if it were a part of his body, so he does not fear it, and he does not need to think about the possibility of hurting himself if the blow is not in the right position.

"Who the hell are you......" Haymir raised his greatsword again, and Henry took a breath when he saw that he had recovered.

And then.

Disappeared in place.

"Bang !!" The dust kicked up, leaving a deep footprint on the ground where he disappeared.

"What-" "Dang!! Qiang-" The sage's speed was like lightning, and Hamir only had time to raise his hand to stop the blow.

"Ahem—" The whole sword trembled, and the vibration was transmitted to Hamir's hands as if it had been hit by a battering ram, causing a pain in his mouth. "Ho-" He reacted immediately, trying to sideways and dodge attacking Henry from the other direction, but before that the sage had dodged away.

"When!!" a second attack struck, and the interval was so short that it didn't even have time to replace breaths.

A notch appeared in the blade of Montanti's sword.

But in a panic, Hamir did not notice this.

"Click-" Sparks flew and the two greatswords intersected, and Hamir was at a disadvantage, so he chose to take advantage of the situation, and the blade was pointing downward, trying to make Henry's greatsword slide open and open a gap in order to attack.

But the sage's movements changed smoothly, and he spun around with the chopping motion, and then followed.

Stand on your left foot.

"Iron Butterfly—"

"Whew-" "Bang-dang--"

In the dazzling sunlight, Kramer's blade literally formed the wings of steel.

Because the speed is so fast, the human eye can't keep up with the reaction at all, so it seems to be connected.

"Dang! Ding ——!" There are more and more gaps on Montanti.

"Ho-" Beads of sweat grew on Hamir's face as he reversed his pace in two minutes.

But unlike the sage, he simply had no way to fight back.

"Shhh

"Whew-" Henry exhaled, he noticed this, and then sank his weight and lifted his left foot.

And then.

A sword stabbed out.

"Bang dang!!"

"Boom, Boom, Boom!!" The severed blade of the Great Sword swirled out and plunged into the ground in front of the Great Swordsmen.

The scarred Montanti was still guarding its owner until the end.

"Hah-" Holding Montanti with only the hilt of his sword remaining, Hamir's eyes widened, and he breathed like a fish out of water, but he still felt that he could not get oxygen.

"Hah-" He fell to his knees with his feet limp, and the muscles in his body began to ache, and the only two or three minutes of fighting had almost exhausted all his strength. At this moment, once you kneel, you can no longer stand up.

Henry's great sword lay in front of him, and the young great swordsman's hair was soaked and pressed against his head, and his face was pale from the lack of oxygen.

The clouds drifted across the sky, briefly blocking the sun's brilliance.

Kramer, which no longer reflected the dazzling sunlight, showed that the blade of its sword had a texture like Suomir's mountain water.

"The One God is up again—"

The queen and the archbishop were stunned. Weimar and Sieg were also stunned. But it was Hamir who fell to his knees in front of the blade the hardest.

Kramer has a lot of them.

Kramer only has one.

Just as the king's costume would be imitated by the ministers, so would the weapons of the advanced nations be used by other nations.

The reason why all Kramer insisted on retaining this shape, insisted on retaining this name.

The inverted V handguard that sticks to the difference is retained.

Precisely to imitate it.

The sword that was held in the man's hand.

It is crowned with hope, the future, and the name of invincibility by the people.

An all-encompassing sword.

"He who holds it in his hand is the pride of our people. ”

"He, he, he, we hope, day and night. ”

"I want to see his indestructible arm. ”

"Break out of the permafrost again. ”

"O man who bears the name of a miracle. ”

"Hold the sword, hold the Kramer. ”

"Give hope to this country again. ”

"For he is the one who bears the name of miracles. ”

"Heinzing Heinzwöm—" He shuddered and held out his hand to Henry, while the queen looked back at the archbishop beside her with a blank face.

"Wait, is it because of this Halloween? ”

"Why, why here. ”

"Someone who died two hundred years ago will appear—"