“The deeds of the water God──【Mirror Lake Maiden Vivienne】!”
Neferte held up the holy sword Mistilteinn.
A blue-white aura of magic overflowed from the dagger, which was about ten centimetres long, and enveloped the entire area as a mist.
The deep, wall-like fog hid the figures of Raidorl and Neferte, making them impossible to see.
“「「「「「Oooooooooooooooooo」」」」」”
“Piss off …… muu!!?
Countless Raidorl emerged from the mist.
A silver-haired hero wielding the holy sword Dáinsleif leapt at Fernigesh in unison.
Angry voices reverberate through the mist. It was not an illusion, Raidorl had really split into several people.
“You…… gugg! Gah!!!?”
“Fu~tsu!” “Ha!” “Yaa!” “Hatsu!” “Hmph!”
Left if he thinks right. Right if he thinks left.
Backwards instead of forwards. Forward instead of backwards.
If Fernigesh thinks a slash is coming from above, a scooping attack hits from below.
Countless Raidorl run around in all directions through the mist and shower Fernigesh with slashes one after another.
Wound after wound was carved into the flesh covered with scales. Fernigesh, in dragon form, has extraordinary defence and regeneration capabilities, but the damage was too much for its body to cope with.
“Gunuuuuuuuuuuuu ……Cursed sword fighting method――【Melt to the bone, Death Claw】!”
Fernigesh bitterly swung its claws to counterattack, but what the strong acid claws slashed through was a phantom Raidorl with no substance.
While the attack cuts through the air, more slashes rain down.
“Ggghh……gghh…… this, mist, if only it weren’t for the mist–aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
Fernigesh screams out under repeated attacks.
A one-sided game, a complete turnaround from a balanced battle. Only Fernigesh was taking damage unilaterally, and his whole body was stained with black blood.
If this had been a mere illusion, Fernigesh would have easily defeated them. However, this was a divine illusion created by the holy sword Mistilteinn.
Neferte closed the entire surrounding area in mist and created the illusion of Raidorl. Furthermore, by creating water slashes from the mist, the phantom’s attack was misidentified as an entity, so that the location of the main body of Raidorl could not be detected.
Raidorl and Neferte have never been close friends, but here they are showing a breathtaking combination.
Cooperation as holders of the Holy Sword. The trust that comes from recognising each other as the chosen heroes of the Holy Sword has brought them together strongly.
“Gggh…..this……dissapper! Goaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
The cornered Fernigesh took a deep breath and exhaled his full dragon breath.
It was the biggest blow so far. The rock surface melts into a soggy mess due to the strong acid breath.
“Shit……!”
Raidorl’s expression distorted.
The mist of illusion that had enveloped the surroundings was blown away by the full force of the breath, exposing the main bodies of Raidorl and Neferte.
“I’ve found you….!”
It is not Raidorl that Fernigesh has set his sights on.
In this battle situation, the priority to defeat is not Raidorl, the vanguard, but Neferte, the creator of the illusion.
“Gaaaah!”
Fernigesh leaps out with great vigour and comes within a whisker of Neferte.
Thanks to his overtaxed speed, a large amount of blood poured out of the wound, but there was no time for him to worry about it.
If he could not turn the tide of the battle here, he would lose – Fernigesh instinctively realised this.
“Die …… 【Melt to the bone, Death Claw】!”
“Ah ……!”
Was Neferte going to be killed by the dragon’s killing spirit?
A deadly claw was swung at Neferte, who stood there stunned.
Neferte does not avoid. He cannot avoid it. A smile of satisfaction appears on Fernigesh’s face at the sight of the boy standing there with his face pale as if frightened.
“You lose.”
“……!?”
But …… abruptly, his smile of triumph crumbles.
The figure of Neferte, who was about to be slammed by his claws, collapsed with a sound like a bashing and breaking the surface of the water, and Raidorl appeared in his place, sword at the ready.
“Thanks to the fog, enough slashes…have accumulated ……【Solar Eclipse Skǫll】!”
“Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!?”
Fernigesh’s entire body was instantly cut to pieces as he tried to swing his claws out.
Raidorl had used the mist of illusion to deceive the enemy’s eyes and build up his strength. The slashes he had unleashed in advance were all launched at once and showered on Fernigesh.
“You underestimated Neferte and that is your downfall. A lion is a lion from birth. You shouldn’t underestimate him because he’s a kid!”
“You……”
“This is the end…… Stay asleep!”
“Ggahhh……!”
The tome blow hits cleanly.
Raidorl swung his Dáinsleif and slashed Fernigesh’s torso with an overhead slash.
The Black Dragon Man, who had been hit by the powerful attack, fell on his back, bleeding black blood, and remained motionless.
“The deeds of the water God──【Mirror Lake Maiden Vivienne】!”
Neferte held up the holy sword Mistilteinn.
A blue-white aura of magic overflowed from the dagger, which was about ten centimetres long, and enveloped the entire area as a mist.
The deep, wall-like fog hid the figures of Raidorl and Neferte, making them impossible to see.
“「「「「「Oooooooooooooooooo」」」」」”
“Piss off …… muu!!?
Countless Raidorl emerged from the mist.
A silver-haired hero wielding the holy sword Dáinsleif leapt at Fernigesh in unison.
Angry voices reverberate through the mist. It was not an illusion, Raidorl had really split into several people.
“You…… gugg! Gah!!!?”
“Fu~tsu!” “Ha!” “Yaa!” “Hatsu!” “Hmph!”
Left if he thinks right. Right if he thinks left.
Backwards instead of forwards. Forward instead of backwards.
If Fernigesh thinks a slash is coming from above, a scooping attack hits from below.
Countless Raidorl run around in all directions through the mist and shower Fernigesh with slashes one after another.
Wound after wound was carved into the flesh covered with scales. Fernigesh, in dragon form, has extraordinary defence and regeneration capabilities, but the damage was too much for its body to cope with.
“Gunuuuuuuuuuuuu ……Cursed sword fighting method――【Melt to the bone, Death Claw】!”
Fernigesh bitterly swung its claws to counterattack, but what the strong acid claws slashed through was a phantom Raidorl with no substance.
While the attack cuts through the air, more slashes rain down.
“Ggghh……gghh…… this, mist, if only it weren’t for the mist–aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
Fernigesh screams out under repeated attacks.
A one-sided game, a complete turnaround from a balanced battle. Only Fernigesh was taking damage unilaterally, and his whole body was stained with black blood.
If this had been a mere illusion, Fernigesh would have easily defeated them. However, this was a divine illusion created by the holy sword Mistilteinn.
Neferte closed the entire surrounding area in mist and created the illusion of Raidorl. Furthermore, by creating water slashes from the mist, the phantom’s attack was misidentified as an entity, so that the location of the main body of Raidorl could not be detected.
Raidorl and Neferte have never been close friends, but here they are showing a breathtaking combination.
Cooperation as holders of the Holy Sword. The trust that comes from recognising each other as the chosen heroes of the Holy Sword has brought them together strongly.
“Gggh…..this……dissapper! Goaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
The cornered Fernigesh took a deep breath and exhaled his full dragon breath.
It was the biggest blow so far. The rock surface melts into a soggy mess due to the strong acid breath.
“Shit……!”
Raidorl’s expression distorted.
The mist of illusion that had enveloped the surroundings was blown away by the full force of the breath, exposing the main bodies of Raidorl and Neferte.
“I’ve found you….!”
It is not Raidorl that Fernigesh has set his sights on.
In this battle situation, the priority to defeat is not Raidorl, the vanguard, but Neferte, the creator of the illusion.
“Gaaaah!”
Fernigesh leaps out with great vigour and comes within a whisker of Neferte.
Thanks to his overtaxed speed, a large amount of blood poured out of the wound, but there was no time for him to worry about it.
If he could not turn the tide of the battle here, he would lose – Fernigesh instinctively realised this.
“Die …… 【Melt to the bone, Death Claw】!”
“Ah ……!”
Was Neferte going to be killed by the dragon’s killing spirit?
A deadly claw was swung at Neferte, who stood there stunned.
Neferte does not avoid. He cannot avoid it. A smile of satisfaction appears on Fernigesh’s face at the sight of the boy standing there with his face pale as if frightened.
“You lose.”
“……!?”
But …… abruptly, his smile of triumph crumbles.
The figure of Neferte, who was about to be slammed by his claws, collapsed with a sound like a bashing and breaking the surface of the water, and Raidorl appeared in his place, sword at the ready.
“Thanks to the fog, enough slashes…have accumulated ……【Solar Eclipse Skǫll】!”
“Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!?”
Fernigesh’s entire body was instantly cut to pieces as he tried to swing his claws out.
Raidorl had used the mist of illusion to deceive the enemy’s eyes and build up his strength. The slashes he had unleashed in advance were all launched at once and showered on Fernigesh.
“You underestimated Neferte and that is your downfall. A lion is a lion from birth. You shouldn’t underestimate him because he’s a kid!”
“You……”
“This is the end…… Stay asleep!”
“Ggahhh……!”
The tome blow hits cleanly.
Raidorl swung his Dáinsleif and slashed Fernigesh’s torso with an overhead slash.
The Black Dragon Man, who had been hit by the powerful attack, fell on his back, bleeding black blood, and remained motionless.
