251. Clash (4)
#251
“It’s Archbishop Alon Mondrey. “Let your indulgence end here.”
An old man who introduced himself as the archbishop walked forward. His dark blue beard and flowing hair looked like water drawn from the deep sea. The eyes which give off a harsh yet cold impression have not softened at all despite the ravages of time.
Alon’s innate nobility was felt in the sight of him glaring at the two people with his back straight. He was a man who gave a vaguely similar feeling to Schlieffen including his neatly trimmed eyebrows.
Ronan who was looking him up and down opened his mouth.
“…You look a little strong.”
“Even though I thought about it I don’t think I’m weak.”
After saying that Alon looked back at Schlieffen for a moment. He let out a light sigh and continued.
“Especially when compared to young people these days.”
“for a moment. you are….”
Suddenly Schlieffen’s eyes widened. The eyes were wide open and motionless for the most part. At that time the believers gathered around the edge made an uproar.
“Archbishop! You don’t have to go out in person. “This is us…!”
“Did it get to this point because I didn’t have to step forward?”
Alon pointed to the corpses scattered around. The man who spoke shut his mouth.
It was after too many losses to be concerned about saving face. The red blood contrasted with the white robes looked even more intense. Alon clicked his tongue and shook his head.
“You guys are a nuisance so get down. “Today is just the day to welcome the first star. There is still time until the important day.”
“Yes yes! All right!”
The believers gathered at the edge of the tower began to run away one by one. Kkonakseoni was watching me like a rat running away. Ronan laughed involuntarily.
“Who sent it?”
When I said let’s see I was thinking of people as just benches on the side of the road. Ronan pulled the hilt of his sword and delivered a wide slash horizontally. Sigh! The crescent-shaped sword disintegrated and hundreds of bullets were fired.
“Huh huh huh!”
Each and every bullet flying towards a vital point was fatal. Some of them raised their arms. The strange fluttering blessings of the stars rose up like a wall.
However despite his struggles Ronan’s sword energy came in tearing the curtain apart. It was a car where believers faced with death tried to let out a scream that would become their last words. Alon’s figure disappeared for an instant and stood between the two people and the believers.
“What…”
Ronan’s eyes widened. In each of his hands was a bluish long sword. Just as Alon’s arms seemed to be fading he heard a sound like waves echoing from somewhere. Sigh! All the sword energy that was being shot towards the believers exploded in the air.
“No. “If you arbitrarily kill someone else’s subordinate.”
“What the fuck.”
Ronan who stiffened for a moment let out a curse. This time I saw it clearly. Taking Schlieffen’s sword was not a trick.
Alon who rushed in at a speed beyond his knowledge cut off all of his sword energy with a slash. The reason I didn’t see him approaching and the reason I was surprised was because that old man was so damn fast.
‘That sword technique… somewhere.’
However one strange thing was that I felt a strange sense of déjà vu from his sword cutting technique. Where did I see that? This was the car Ronan was thinking about.
“You really ignore the star’s protection. “It’s hard to believe even when you see it.”
“…What is your identity?”
Ronan asked. Even though he was the archbishop that was a bit too much. Is that guy a dragon too? Alon ignored Ronan’s words and started talking arbitrarily.
“But I am grateful for your presence. This is because it can instill awareness in believers who are overconfident in the power they received from the great star and neglect training. “I feel like it’s already too late in many ways.”
“I asked what it was.”
“What can I say… Powers including the protection of the stars are just a luxury item. To get work done quickly and without hassle. “There are few things as unpleasant as cutting your hand on the edge of a piece of paper while organizing documents.”
“Paper?”
“okay. In reality it is no different from stiff paper. “It’s unnecessarily strong cumbersome to deal with and you’ll get cut if you’re too relaxed.”
A vein appeared on Ronan’s forehead. I asked him what he really was and seeing that he only said shitty things it seemed like he was the one to kill.
It was the car he grabbed by the hilt. Pot! Suddenly Alon’s form became distorted. Ronan instinctively sensed a threat and raised his sword.
“It’s fucking coming!”
The sight of him rushing in without a sound was like a wind possessed by a ghost. A collision occurred as Ronan and Schlieffen took a defensive stance. Kaang! A sharp metallic sound echoed from the top of the tower.
“Tsk!”
“But it’s not to the point where I can’t really use it.”
Ronan gritted his teeth. Alon shrugged his eyebrows in interest. Four blades were crossing and fluttering in the air. He was using two swords to take on Ronan and Schlieffen at the same time. Even looking down on shit should be done in moderation.
“You old man will wipe shit with this beard!”
Ronan shouted. His blade turned red. Schlieffen’s sword took the form of wind and disappeared.
An even more intense onslaught poured down on Alon. Let’s go! The sound of swords colliding and the wind cutting through the air exploded sporadically.
“It’s definitely scary. “It’s sharp.”
There were almost no gaps in the offensive attack of the two who had joined forces early on. However Alon was narrowly avoiding the attack like a mosquito passing through a crack in a door.
Even when Ronan’s crosscut grazed his forehead and Schlieffen’s sharp wind licked his cheek he did not lose his composure and responded. Is this what it would feel like to face a giant praying mantis? The two long swords were moving so freely that one could believe they were part of the body.
Wow! The three people who exchanged hundreds of sword strikes temporarily retreated. A few drops of blood fell to the ground but they all belonged to Ronan and Schlieffen. Alon looked at the two people in turn and continued speaking.
“But you’re still too young.”
“Damn it.”
There wasn’t a single drop of sweat on his face. Hehe. Ronan spit out blood-stained spit and adjusted his posture. His sword skills were excellent but the fact that he had never used powers such as the protection of the stars or the windstorm gave us an idea of his monstrous skills.
‘It’s different from Jaifa. ‘He is the type of person who competes with speed.’
There was widespread silence. Schlieffen who had been quiet all along opened his mouth.
“Ronan. “Do not interfere in this match.”
“ok?”
“It’s a bad relationship that I have to end with my own hands.”
I had no idea what they were talking about. Suddenly Schlieffen walked forward. Alon was looking at him with interest and interest. Schlieffen raised his sword and aimed it at Alon.
“You weren’t dead.”
“You’re quick-witted. “You ugly descendant.”
“Descendants?”
Ronan frowned. What does that mean? Schlieffen answered without turning his head.
“okay. That man’s old name was Alon Siniban de Grancia. “He is a man who has forgotten the honor that was erased from his family for joining hands with the devil.”
Ronan raised his eyebrows. It was a name I had heard several times while attending Phil Leon. A member of the Grancia family and the most outstanding genius before Schlieffen was born.
And one of the five most famous traitors in the world.
‘They weren’t two people with the same name?’
For a moment I got goosebumps. The fact that I got a similar impression from Schlieffen in terms of appearance and how to use a sword was not just a coincidence.
I don’t remember the details but I heard that Alon was the direct cause of the conflict between Acalusia and Grancia the great families that divide the empire. What did they say? He said that he invited them to a banquet and tried to kill all the other party’s VIPs.
In any case as Erzsebet told the story his fists were clenched and he was shaking with anger. Alon said.
“Don’t be like that. When you get older you will think the same as me. “My only crime is trying to make a vague wish come true.”
“Hope?”
“okay. Becoming stronger than anyone else. “Isn’t this the dream that every warrior of Grancia who stands up from his sword harbors?”
Alon said calmly. It was a claim that sounded plausible if you didn’t know the ugly past. Schlieffen twisted his mouth.
“So you stuck your sword in the back of Akalusia who was like a brother to you at the time?”
“I couldn’t help it because it was a condition given to me in exchange for power. and…”
Shook. Suddenly the figure of Alon who had been speaking disappeared from sight. Schlieffen’s eyes widened. With his body vision strengthened he was able to see Alon in front of him and his sword stabbing towards him.
It seemed. But that was all. He stretched out his sword in time slowed down by his intense concentration but he could not keep up with Alon’s speed.
“Isn’t this a lucrative business?”
“Tsk…!”
“It’s terrible that this is the future of Grancia. “Good luck.”
Alon concluded. Schlieffen twisted his lips. The tip of the blue sword was about to touch his abdomen. Faaaa! Suddenly a red light reminiscent of a sunset flashed from behind and Alon’s body was dragged backwards.
“What…”
“I didn’t know this old man.”
Alon turned his head at the voice ringing in his ear. Ronan who was obviously more than ten steps away was standing right in front of me.
His eyes widened. It was an inexplicable situation but there was no time to figure out the cause right now.
Alon and Ronan urgently changed direction and swung their swords at the same time. Wow! A cracking sound rang out from the place where the two blades crossed. La Mancha who was narrowly ahead drew a red line on Alon’s chest.
“Gagging!”
Alon took a deep breath. The blood that came out like a cough soaked the floor. Ronan spotting the gap attacked right away but failed to deliver the final blow because he hurriedly bit back.
Of course it was clear that it caused quite a bit of damage.
“How does it feel to be cut by paper? ok?”
“you…!”
Ronan made eye contact with Alon and smiled. The cut beard fluttered and fell.
Hot blood was gushing out from the open wound. Alon’s face which had always been relaxed was distorted like a demon.
It wasn’t a bad choice to save the Aurors in case you were caught off guard. Alon wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth nodded his head.
“Hehe…I guess I have to admit my negligence.”
“Bluff. “You’re done now.”
Ronan whirled his sword around. The outcome of prosecutors who have reached a certain level can literally be decided in an instant.
It was still the same now. Ronan could tell from the feel of his fingertips that La Mancha’s blade had cut off Alon’s internal organs and several bones. That’s also a pretty bad part.
Suddenly I felt a stinging gaze pricking my cheek. Ronan said.
“Don’t look at me like that man. “That’s not an opponent you can beat on your own.”
“…joy.”
Schlieffen straightened his posture without saying anything. If it weren’t for Ronan he would have been lying on top of the corpses of believers looking like a donut by now.
They approached Alon slowly but with great momentum.
“Stick out your neck quietly. “I don’t know how old you are but you’ve lived long enough.”
“…I’m embarrassed.”
Alon muttered. He knew that in his current state he could not handle Ronan and Schlieffen at the same time.
The roaring sounds and flashes of light from the dragons were still shaking the night sky. It was the moment when the rising tension reached its peak.
“I didn’t really want to use this kind of move.”
All of a sudden Alon who was glaring at the two people licked his lips. At the same time Schlieffen jumped out and swung his sword. A sharply polished slash of wind was shot towards him.
Even in Ronan’s opinion it was a very good blow. But Schlieffen’s wishes did not reach Alon. Kaaaaang-! A familiar crash sound rang out.
“that…!”
Ronan and Schlieffen’s eyes widened at the same time. A strangely pulsating force field covered Alon’s body. It was the blessing of the stars that I had seen so many times. It’s also very dense.
Alon said.
“I guess we should deal with the descendants who don’t know manners first.”
“what?”
Paaang! At the same time Alon’s figure disappeared from sight. Ronan rushed to respond but he was not the archbishop’s target. Alon who rushed in at incredible speed was precisely the star’s protection that struck Schlieffen.
