"I'm Mobadi Singweis." The man with blood-red pupils introduced himself, "First ask, do you know the identity of the girl behind you?"
"Since even the Imperial Legion has been dispatched, are you still afraid of accidentally injuring innocent people?" The guardian of the Goddess' End sneered, "I am Roland #8226; It is the guardian of the end of the goddess, that's all."
"Understood." Mobadi nodded, "Looking at your attitude, fighting is inevitable."
The subtle tone in this sentence made the surrounding air instantly smell of blood. Roland took a step forward and tapped his sword on the ground, pointing the tip of the great sword straight at his opponent. Even with the support of the prayer technique, the blond swordsman's movements are still very cautious—judging from Nightingale's attitude, the opponent in front of him is obviously her elders—that is to say, this man's sword skills are better than those who have easily injured himself seriously Be stronger.
The entire Silvermoon City has already been covered with a net. If it wins like last time, it will probably be difficult to fly. The only option is to overwhelmingly defeat the enemy in front of you while conserving your physical strength, and then you can hope to break through. There must be no mistakes in this battle~!
The opponent must be killed in an instant. A ray of light as sharp as a knife flashed in the eyes of the former Dark Eagle.
"The eyes are very good, so let's try it out." The man nodded, and walked into the confrontation distance of Shuang Wai without any hesitation.
The next moment, when Roland slashed over with his sword, Mobadi finally moved. The heavy cross sword was lifted by the master with one hand, and the scabbard wrapped around it was swiftly thrown away, and the cold wind greeted it from the front.
The silver light of Mercedes-Benz suddenly appeared at that moment.
When the two sharp blades are in full swing, vision is almost useless. Not only that, I'm afraid that even the jewel pupil that can see through everything will become an expensive decoration in that flash of light and flint. The reason is very simple - wait until you see it and then go to the file, everything is already over.
It is necessary to grasp the will of the enemy who comes before the blade, and use your own sword to meet the prophesied trajectory at the moment of perception.
In fact, it doesn't matter who cuts the first sword first. At this moment, no matter whether it was Mobadi or Roland, no one had the ability to initiate an attack again after the initial confrontation—they were just shrouded in deathlike silver light, and then countered the opponent's counterattack.
Just like the domino effect, when the first domino falls, countless possibilities will be overwhelming, pulling away the will of the fighter and forcing him to use his whole body to fight back. And the only result of counterattack is to trigger a larger counterattack, and the fighting will never stop until one of them is down.
This is the battle between the master Yunyao users.
However, although the speed far beyond imagination suffocates consciousness, it is not uncontrollable - Roland, who has reached the highest level of sword skills with the aid of prayer, can clearly feel that the opponent is gradually grasping the rhythm of the entire battle - both sides are counterattacking in counterattack , but Mobadi not only made many more times, but also mixed terrifying killing moves with boundless feint attacks. One's own blind attack is easily contained, and on the contrary, it is easy to miss the real fatal blow.
It is impossible to defend in all directions, even with the blessing of prayer, you can only defend the vital points. This is Roland's only choice. But what about the attack? If you continue to defend like this, sooner or later you will be hit twice.
As if aware of the master's anxiety and uneasiness, Shuang Wai's surface suddenly burst into dazzling light. The moment the two swords collided, the sparks that exploded forcibly ended the counterattack duel that had fallen into a white-hot cycle.
"Can't help but intervene in the end? The end of Ishutoli." The blood clan took a few steps back and put the sword on his chest. That beast-like gaze swept across the black-haired girl's whole body, carrying a strange aura.
Until the fierce battle just now, this man's sense of existence has been very weak. In addition to trusting too much in the power of prayer, this is also one of the reasons why Roland underestimated the enemy.
But now, the Dark Eagle who had lost his memory finally felt the murderous intent from the opponent.
It was like a flood that broke its embankment, roaring and sweeping across the entire battlefield, and then penetrated into the pores of the whole body like ice-cold mud, making people's breathing stagnate.
"At first I thought that just relying on sword-to-sword would solve the problem, but now it seems too naive." Accompanied by the ruthless words, the sapphire inlaid on the Holy Cross Sword began to move.
"The name of this cross sword is 'Farewell'. Although it is an ancient weapon that has not even been blessed with magic, the Kaelina sapphire has endowed it with the power to cut through everything." Mobadi raised the sword again, Thick blood surged in the jewel pupils, "Because even if the body of the Star Child dies, the soul may return to the goddess with the power of the god, so at this time we must use 'farewell' to completely destroy. In other words, It is a sword that can cut even the soul."
"It is also forced by the situation to use it to deal with mortals like you now." The corners of the vampire's mouth raised slightly, as if mocking the other party, "But anyway, this is completely different from the warm-up just now. You have to sacrifice your life and soul. And bet on your consciousness?"
"Stop talking nonsense~! You plan to cut everything with the old amulet from hundreds of years ago? Don't be kidding~!" Roland raised his two-handed sword and stabbed forward threateningly, "Who will win and who will lose without a sword?" There is no way to get a definite answer by comparing them.”
There were round after round of ripples in Shifan's emerald eyes.
Then as if in response, streaks of rays of light danced on Shuanggui, just like the previous blow. However, it is a persistent force that gushes out continuously.
"As you wish." Mobadi raised his eyebrows, and the cold light condensed in the sapphire gradually climbed to the edge of the sword. Although it was only a small point, it was so bright that it scorched people's eyes.
If Yun Yao's confrontation just now was a pure speed confrontation, then in this ruthless battlefield, strength has become a more important key to life and death. This is something that cannot be judged by experience - because before this, there has never been a sword of prayer. This does not need to rely on experience to judge - because that level of power can be seen clearly even by people who have never touched a weapon.
Every blow easily swung by the two swordsmen contains amazing magic power—there is earth, water, wind, fire, life, and death. Spark of consciousness.
Excessively powerful power cannot be blocked by matter alone, and it will penetrate into the target just by touching it. Every time the blades of the two swords bite, there will be flashes of light splashing into the sky under the silent night, and then, the stream of light pouring out from the sword body will run over the whole body of the sword holder brutally, making their body and soul together wailed.
Even so, the duel's strong will to fight suppressed the double pain, and continued to slash at each other at a speed that the naked eye could not catch.
However, every cut made Roland feel terrified. It's obviously impossible... Kailinna, why did the long-disappeared Goddess' Last Amulet have such incredible power
Hundreds of rounds of attack and defense flew by in an instant, and when the eyes of the blond youth finally adapted to the dizziness of the strong light, he understood the reason for the existence beyond common sense.
Shifan's power is divided into three parts - one part is used for the girl's own defense to avoid being attacked by hidden enemies again; one part is used for Roland's attack to push him to the highest level of Yunyao; Above Frost Lament, and evenly distributed on every part of the sword body.
But the opponent's strategy is quite different—Kelina's sapphire's power is always concentrated on that dazzling point. When attacking, it condenses on the edge of the thrusting sword, and when parrying, it flows back to the colliding sword body, just like a rush of mercury surging rapidly on the cross sword. No matter where the owner launches the attack or where the enemy's attack comes from, it can appear in the most accurate position in time and complete the mission perfectly.
It is both the sharpest sword and the strongest shield.
Shifan is absolutely unable to achieve this level. Not to mention that she doesn't know swordsmanship at all, even if the girl has mastered the profound meaning of Yunyao like herself, it is impossible for the two people's minds to be completely synchronized in an instant. Blessing the power evenly on Frost Lament is the only way.
In the stormy mutual attack and counterattack, a blue spark that was much more brilliant than before suddenly splashed. Then, a small but hard object flew out of the blond youth's face, leaving a line of blood at the corner of his brow.
What~! Roland's pupils shrank suddenly.
It's not a throwing weapon like a dart. In fact, that kind of thing will be bounced off before it gets close to the prayer force field. It is the shattered shards of the weapon that injure the wielder.
Shards of Frost Lament.
On the blue sword, the inconspicuous gap looked particularly shocking. Because even the master of flames, Melukidick, can't do it, right? What's more, at this moment, the power of prayer that ordinary people can't imagine is still flowing on the frost mourning... But that man used a weapon that hadn't even been blessed by magic to cut open the sharp blade inspired by God~!
Just kidding... Staring straight at the crack on the Excalibur, Roland couldn't help wondering if everything up to now was just a ridiculous dream.
The wavering in his heart caused the Guardian of the End's movements to slow down for a moment, just for a moment.
Deadly enough.
The death storm brought about by "Farewell" blows away the flying sparks, perfectly cracking the opponent's defense. After a loud noise, Roland's body was kicked into the air like a kite with a broken string, crossed a long parabola, and slammed into a wall.
"Roland... Roland~!" Shifan hoarsely called his companion's name.
There was bright red liquid everywhere. The rain of blood sprinkled in the air when he was knocked into the air filled the surrounding with a sticky smell. The glaring red curtain on the wall was like strange graffiti, and the place where the young man fell was like a quagmire. of crimson. If you don't see it with your own eyes, it's hard to imagine that a person's body can contain so much blood.
And it's still bleeding.
If this goes on like this, she will definitely die... For the first time, the black-haired girl had an expression of wanting to cry, but she just gritted her teeth and tried hard to call out the power of life for healing.
"It's useless. This is not a wound caused by a mortal weapon. Don't forget that 'Farewell' also has the power of a god, which is the so-called fighting poison with poison." Mobadi said coldly, and glanced at the bloody loser, " Not to mention your level, it will take at least several hours for Richesier to come to treat you."
"Li Se~!?" Shi Fan looked at the vampire suddenly.
"Because of the opposite relationship, I had no choice but to fight. Of course, I killed her in a one-on-one duel." The blood race sensed the dangerous light in the eyes of the goddess Momo, but did not intend to hide it, "If you It doesn't matter if you want revenge, it's at least a more worthwhile reason to fight than fleeing for survival."
"Come on, the end of Ishutori." The holy cross sword "Farewell" radiated a cold light.
"Wait..." the panting voice stopped the traitor from walking, "Your opponent is me~!"
Leaning his whole body on Frost Lament, Roland barely stood up from the pool of blood. A huge wound was torn open in his abdomen, through which the internal organs could even be seen, and his entire body had also been torn apart by the huge impact, almost out of human shape. But even so, raging flames were still burning in the youth's pupils.
The flame clearly expressed the determination not to back down.
"Is it necessary to achieve this level?" Although unwilling to admit that the opposite obsession can also create a powerful fighter, Mobadi had to show respect in his eyes, "I don't mean to persuade you to surrender, and I know you don't Not afraid of death. It's just..." He repeated the question just now, "Is it necessary to do this for her?"
"Love? Family? Or an oath?" The traitor quietly looked at the opponent standing between him and Shifan, "Do you understand the meaning of this battle? We are not fighting against the gods because the gods have great power , and it’s not because gods are existences above mortals.”
"The reason why Ishutori's end is to be killed at all costs is because it will destroy the entire world. When the beginning and the end meet, the entire world will collapse. This is not alarmist talk, It is a conclusion obtained at the cost of countless lives." Mobadi stared at Roland questioningly, as if forcing him to make a choice, "Tell me, is that child worth the exchange value of the whole world?"
"Value?" The blond swordsman stared at the questioner, "What is the value of the world? After killing her, how will the world be saved?"
"..." The blood race tightened its lips.
"Is the world more valuable than her?" Roland's voice was full of anger and sadness. "Tell me, if this world can't accommodate even a little girl, what is its value?"
Although his whole body was almost on the verge of collapse, Roland did feel the warmth from Shifan. The weak force broke through the blockage of the sapphire, and was patiently repairing the broken body bit by bit.
As a result, Frost Lament was lifted up again, only for the sake of fighting the enemy: "The current Roland Strife is not the knight of the goddess, so there is no need to discuss protecting the world and changing the world here. For me, protecting She is the whole meaning of this battle~!"
"Well said." The vampire nodded, without any sarcasm in his tone, "I can't give a satisfactory answer to such a question."
"You are 'Shi Fan', right?" The traitor called the black-haired and blue-eyed girl by name for the first time, "I have no grudges or enmities with you, no, to be precise, I have never known each other. "The End of Ishutori" is the goal, but it is an unchanging fact that it will end up hurting a girl who has never met. I am also very clear about this."
"Although it can be attributed to cruel fate, for a knight, no matter what kind of justice it is, sacrificing others is still a serious sin." Mobadi looked directly at Roland, not evading his burning eyes at all, "Not only In the battle to embarrass this girl now, I have done dirtier things in the dusty past-betrayed the goddess Fina who trusted me, deceived Yagasi who saved me, used innocent mortals as pawns, played tricks to gain power, and used the shadows Take control of the empire."
"Mobadi Singweis is a sinner with an unforgivable crime." The man's sentence was ruthless, as if what was revealed at this moment was not his past, "However...even so, as long as it is for this world, no matter how serious I can also bear the sins~! If you shake your faith and put down the sword in your hand, then the lives of those who died for me and those who were killed by me will be equivalent to being denied."
"Even if my soul is devoured by demons, I won't stop~!"
This sentence was like a spell full of magic power, dissipating the murderous aura that was surging like a tide. But—not going back to the original confrontation—the most obtuse person can tell the difference between the two.
At the beginning, the temptation to hide strength and lack killing intent is the arrogant posture of the hunter; then, to release all power in order to fight against the prayer technique and the highest cloud glory, is the persistent posture of the fighter; at this moment, Mo, who once again restrained his murderous intent Batty has become a ruthless executor, a sharp blade born only to achieve the preset value.
Remove obstacles and destroy targets.
Apart from that, everything else is meaningless to him. Roland can be sure that, not to mention his own enemy, even if the one standing in front of him is a deeply bonded comrade in arms, Mobadi can also kill him without hesitation, right
By the way, the reason why the strong killing intent will dissipate is because they only belong to mortals with feelings.
The traitor has forsaken these. He has neither sympathy nor pity, neither hatred nor anger, neither respect for the enemy nor arrogance to himself, neither desire for victory nor fear of failure, so naturally there is no murderous intent.
Compared with the "farewell" that can cut everything in his hands, the current Mobadi Singweis is more like a pure sword~!
Presumably this is what he looks like when he is fully engaged in combat
It is an enemy that is absolutely impossible to defeat.
Not to mention the current serious injury, even with all the preparations, it is impossible to fight against this guy, Roland's instinct told himself so. When the vampire fully merged into the coldness of the night and approached step by step, despair and death could not be restrained from the root of the loser's tongue. Only now did the youth understand how naive, how stupid, and how arrogant his original thoughts were.
I thought I could win... Probably because the feeling of mastering Yunyao at the grandmaster level is so wonderful. Knowing that I am at a disadvantage, I still think that the power of prayer can easily achieve everything—in the absence of the Crimson King, even if there are tens of thousands Surrounded by the army, what can they do as ordinary mortals
So even if he wanted to protect Shifan, even if he wanted to get rid of the pursuers, his reaction in action was too leisurely, and he even dared to wait for the arrival of the enemy in the ruins.
— not serious enough.
If you really want to keep Shifan out of danger, you should rush out of the encirclement from the very beginning, avoid confronting any enemies, and take hiding as the top priority.
Self-blame and anger made Roland's eyes turn bloodshot—this is my responsibility, because of my wrong judgment, that's why I fell into a desperate situation. Unconsciously relying on Shifan, is this the result? Then, as a remedy, even if you die here, you must not take a step back~!
The holy cross sword cut down head-on. In the next instant, sparks burst into the eyes of the blond youth.
Shifan's small body stood in front of Roland, and the invisible shield in his hand intercepted Mobadi's sword trail—however, even with the strongest prayer protection, the defender still had to pay a heavy price—black hair The girl was knocked several meters away by this force, and then a stream of blood rushed out of her mouth.
"Shifan~!"
"Sorry, my prayers can't beat the power of that gem." She wiped the red from the corner of her mouth expressionlessly, "Roland, his target is me, so please leave alone, maybe there is still hope of survival .” As if knowing that the other party would refute fiercely, the moment Shi Fan finished speaking, the light on Shuang Wai dimmed.
"Why... you~!?" In addition to the ongoing treatment, the young man suddenly found that the power of prayer that supported him was pulled away in an instant.
"Roland is also very clear. At this time, if you disperse your power, it will only be disadvantageous. If you let me deal with it wholeheartedly, there may be a chance." You who are seriously injured are just a burden, no matter how brave you are, you will just die in vain."
"Is it cumbersome... Since you said that, then I understand." After several seconds of silence, Roland replied in a low voice. After he finished speaking, he turned around and said, "In short, no matter what method you use, at least you need more time."
"Let's go quickly." Shi Fan never looked back, maybe because he didn't want to see the other person's expression, or maybe he didn't dare to look. The only thing she could do was wait for the sound of the great sword dragging on the ground to disappear from her ears.
"You can't let him go." Zefelis, who was originally on the spectator position, suddenly moved, but the moment Nightingale just took the first step, a big sword cut out in the darkness forced her to retreat several meters . Then, dozens of phantom armor wearing heavy armor and holding sharp blades came out of the void, surrounding Zefelis and Jack Weir.
That's fine, as long as I fight alone. Because, he came to this world for the purpose of fighting, right? The end of the goddess who only has the power to destroy... The end of the goddess who only destroys the world...
After confirming that Roland had left the battlefield, Shifan took a deep breath, condensing ripples of light between his hands. The scorching flame storm ignited the night sky in an instant, making the silent city tremble and shocking the mortals waiting outside.
For prayers who don't know sword skills, energy attacks are the most effective way of fighting—for example, the fire blast that Melukidik, the master of fire, is good at. It's just that, although this devastating hurricane of explosions could force Nightingale and the Clown to retreat far away, they couldn't keep up with the swift figure of the vampire.
The powerful shock waves failed again and again, and the large-scale attacks were not enough to break through Kailina's sapphire's defense. In just the blink of an eye, Mobadi had already broken through the layers of attacks of the prayers, and slashed down with the mighty force of the holy cross sword flashing in his hand.
The air between the two exploded with violent sparks again.
This time, the power of the sapphire failed to penetrate Shifan's shield—following the opponent's strategy, the girl also concentrated her energy on one point, and her defense was greatly strengthened.
However, it was only this time that it successfully defended. Because Shifan can only achieve a strength advantage at a certain point, but Mobadi stands at the peak of strength and speed at the same time.
When the cross sword "Farewell" slipped from the translucent shield, the blood clan's Yun Yao also unfolded completely in an instant. The continuous slashing like a storm oppressed Shifan, causing the wall protecting her to let out a sharp mournful cry. Although she knew that she could defend herself as long as she gathered her strength, but now the girl can't even complete that kind of movement. The opponent's sword path is also impossible.
The sword wind that pierced through the wall once again ruthlessly bit the prey's body, the splashed blood stained the girl's clothes red, and the bright red patches on the white skirt were extremely eye-catching.
Mobadi is completely indifferent to this, and the only purpose of existence of the vampire, who has rejected all emotions, is to solve the opponent. During hundreds of rounds of attacks, the blood race cleverly made the prayers guide the energy according to their own ideas. When the power flowing on the surface of the defensive barrier was driven by this kind of malice, a certain part of the shield was finally weak enough to break through Breakthrough in one hit.
The holy cross sword penetrated with incomparable precision, and at the same time that it smashed the prayer barrier, the rest of the force also cut a long gash on the girl's shoulder. Before taking back the sword momentum, the blood clan released a straight punch and hit the target's abdomen. Shifan then flew lightly into the air and landed on the ground ten meters away.
Without any sign of joy or victory, Mobadi just calmly put "Farewell" on his chest, and then slowly approached.
His whole body seemed to be thrown into a furnace, so hot that he couldn't think. In order to avoid losing consciousness, Shifan could only endure by biting her tongue. But it was useless, even if he tried his best to ignore the pain in his body, he still couldn't muster enough strength to fight back.
The Destroyer is slowly approaching, and the heavy footsteps sound particularly crisp in the cold night, like a death knell.
Probably... that's the end of it? The black-haired girl looked up at the sky without moving. Is Silvermoon City my graveyard? This is also good, because this ending may have been predestined from the beginning.
If you take a look at the past, you will find that that lonely figure never created anything. Even though she has mastered the powerful prayer technique, she still doesn't understand why the end of the goddess came to this world, and what reason the girl named Shifan survives in reality .
So, if a girl who never had a dream just disappeared, wouldn't there be any fear or regret
The holy cross sword is close at hand. As the master raised it, the flowing silver light slowly condensed on the blade, waiting to return the enemy's soul to nothingness.
I shouldn't be afraid... But even so, I still want to survive...
Even if I have no dreams, even if there is no reason, I just want to live in this world.
"... help me, who can save me?" The girl immersed in blood murmured like a dream, with crystal tears falling from the corners of her eyes.
The next moment, what was reflected in the emerald-colored pupils was such a scene - at a position higher than the raised cross sword, a black figure suddenly jumped out of the side building, bringing a sharp cold light, straight Falling to the top of Mobadi's head.
The vampire fought back in an instant, and there was a loud explosion in mid-air. Then, the black shadow hung on the raised cross sword. The blood race then swung violently, smashing the attacker to the ground heavily.
"I know, you will definitely come back." Mobadi finally said, "No... It should be said that this was the plan from the very beginning, because the look in his eyes when he left said so."
The opponent supported the ground with one hand, and the blood spread from the torn wound to the ground along the arm, dripping non-stop.
"Not even a sneak attack. I thought I could at least hurt this guy..." Roland smiled wryly and turned his gaze to Shifan, "Sorry, my strength is still not enough."
"Why did you run back again~! In the end, you are still going to die here~!" The girl supported her body with all her strength, and shouted as if she was about to cry, "No need~! I don't need yours at all!" Help, isn’t it a natural ending to just disappear like this?”
"At this time, let's be a little coquettish, otherwise it will be too uncute." The blond young man glanced at the second slit on Frost's Sorrow, ignoring the bursting wound and oozing blood, and stood up unsteadily. , "Don't ask me why, anyway, protecting you now is my only wish."
"I don't want to be left behind again."
The young man turned his back to the girl, so his face could not be seen. But Shifan felt that when Roland said that, his expression must be very gentle, and he must be very firm.
"This ending is not bad, at least you can rest in peace." The traitor nodded, "Although I don't expect it to alleviate my sins." The Holy Cross sword slashed down with overwhelming momentum.
But the blade that condensed all the power of Kaelina's sapphire was stopped a few centimeters away from Roland—a new barrier blocked it. Different from before, this protective wall is not the color of glass that breaks at the touch of a touch, but is as bright and hot as a flame, and the strong wind liberated from it rushes in all directions like a tide.
Mobadi was surprised to find that even with the power of prayer, he was still pushed far away, so he tried his best to rush forward, but the only result was to leave two deep ravines on the ground.
When it was blown tens of meters away, the blood race finally saw the true appearance of the flame enchantment, and finally understood why the wind born from it was so irresistible. What blocked the "farewell" was not a protective wall at all, but a much more shocking existence—
It was a pair of flame wings.
The majestic and powerful bow-shaped body vibrated again and again, and the rising flames seemed to be brewing something. A dazzling gorgeous shadow rushed out from the boiling blood under Shifan and Roland's feet. Under the silent night, the silhouette woven by flames dispelled the enveloping death and burned up the circling despair.
Then, the crisp chirping of the fire phoenix broke the silence, like the dawn bell, spreading to every corner of the city.