#562. it’s time over
* * *
As if there was an earthquake.
Cairo shaking wildly.
Even if I only stretched out my sword once.
The sight of Africa’s largest metropolis being shaken in its entirety is so absurd that it seems surreal.
Enough to understand that all the fire that was pouring in Cairo temporarily stopped.
“Umm, do you think you still need more practice?”
However, he is the one who actually created the scene.
Joan of Arc sighed.
It was quite a number of conversions.
In the end, it was because it ended with destroying only one defense facility without breaking down the stone wall eight gates.
“If it was Vlad’s junior, I would have finished it all at once with this single blow… You’re really good at using difficult things like this.”
I couldn’t help it.
A sword master can undoubtedly steal someone else’s sword just by looking at it.
But imitation is just imitation.
Just like the clothes you borrowed don’t fit you.
It was natural that half of half of half of half of half of half of half of half of half of half of half of half of half of half of half of half of half pieces would not come out compared to the original.
Even Limon, who had trained for hundreds of years, had limitations in using someone else’s sword.
“Well, it doesn’t matter. Potatoes that cannot be dug at once can be dug one after another.”
But imitation is fine.
The owner of this sword is Vlad the Sword Demon.
A blow that penetrates the death of the world and crosses space to reach the underworld.
Even if it was imperfect, it was possible to break one of the shafts of the eight gates of the stone soldiers with only the implementation of the sword.
only one thing left.
Just simple repetitive work.
Like a farm girl who works in the field like that.
The moment Joan of Arc, with a soft smile, tried to swing her sword vigorously again before the bombardment resumed.
Kwaaang!
A fierce flame engulfed her.
Joan of Arc, naturally swinging her sword and letting the heat wave flow, turned her head.
And between you and Cairo.
I smiled at the red-haired beauty who suddenly appeared on the land where nothing but ashes were left from the bombardment.
“Are you thinking of surrendering at last?”
“No, I intend to kill you.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Unreasonable weapons and tactics.
Maybe it’s because I realized that I can’t even earn time.
In the end, Joan of Arc smiled as she saw the best master of the Red Dragon Clan and the means of decisive battle for the true sword master of the Seven Dragons, who came out to face her.
“My answer is the same as before.”
“If you mean to do it if you can, then you don’t need it.”
Looking at her with a cold face and bloody eyes as always.
Hasneti heated the psionic.
The moment when the Yeomryongdae, which resonated with her psionics while camped out in Cairo, brought out its power to the limit.
“I will do that even without your permission.”
『Seventy-two
kinds of martial arts and ten-jeweled martial arts, seventy-two
kinds of martial arts
, and martial arts
.
The dragon’s true blood awakens.
The dragon descendant revealed its true form.
Four horns and a pair of wings.
Tail extended back.
Eyes split vertically.
up to reddish thin scales.
In addition to her appearance, which clearly deviated from the human species, her momentum, which exudes overwhelming psionic power, is simply overwhelming.
It was enough to make even the superhuman of the absolute class feel a sense of crisis.
However, Joan of Arc did not lose her smile.
Instead, put on a deeper smile.
I just pointed my sword at her.
So…
.
The scorching heat and the scattering petals collided in the air.
* * *
Roaring!
above the void.
Each time Hasneti reached out.
The heat wave, stronger than the combined firepower of the Egyptian army, pierced the ground and dyed the air red.
That is the power she inherited as a descendant of the Fighting Dragon’s Raiders.
Pyrokinesis.
It was created by strengthening, controlling, and amplifying it with seventy-two types, and it was the most pure and destructive scare in the world.
But before it even touches the ground.
Flower petals are scattered in the sky.
The heat wave scatters in vain.
Like dancing alone.
Joan of Arc gently swinging her sword.
Countless petals rose from the tip of her sword and covered the whole world, consuming all the flames of Hasneti.
Even in the Seven Dragons, even her most destructive power couldn’t break the sword’s defense.
Is it because of that?
Even in the midst of this fierce fight, only the surroundings of Joan of Arc covered in petals could be seen cozily.
However, there is one reason why this fight is fierce.
It was not because of Joan of Arc, but because of those behind it.
Doo doo doo doo puong kwareung!
machine gun fires
Bullets cut through the air.
Rockets are fired in succession.
About 5,000 allied forces led by Joan of Arc.
They were pouring in all their firepower, aiming only for Hasneti in the sky.
Fain!
I used my powerful psionics to melt all the bullets flying in and exploded my rockets.
Hasneti hardened her face as she flapped her wings to avoid the shells that flew through the barrier of the heat wave.
‘…is it difficult after all?’
Maybe it’s because the swordsman specializes in defense.
Joan of Arc was concentrating on defending herself and leaving the attack to the army she led.
The tactics are really heterogeneous.
Compared to other sword masters who split the sea alone and even crumbled mountains, it seemed easy enough.
But rather, it made Hasneti feel eerie.
Even though he is a sword master, he is fighting a ‘war’.
It was because he could instinctively feel that irony was the true fear of the swordsman Joan of Arc.
No matter how absolute or the sword master.
As long as you fight alone.
You might make a mistake.
It may also be weak in character.
But the military doesn’t have that.
Even if an individual makes a mistake, it is better to cover up as a group and supplement each other’s weaknesses.
That’s why Joan of Arc, who fights while leading an army, wins more stable victories than any other sword master, even though she looks plain.
In that respect, Joan of Arc was Hasneti’s worst enemy.
While all attacks were blocked, this kind of fire was threatening enough for her, who was weak in defense as much as she was excellent in destructive power.
Especially in that even Russian-made special bullets are mixed.
However, despite being gradually cornered, Hasneti did not fret.
spewing endless flames.
Block and avoid intense fire.
After calmly calculating the time.
I only poured out the psionics that had been raised to the limit
『Seventy-two kinds of martial arts
Gujeolgi 九絶技
Solar Nuclear Fusion
Taeyang Nuclear Fusion』
Kugoo Goo Goo!
That moment.
Gathering between Hasneti’s hands is brilliance.
The power of the sun is small and feeble as if it will go out at any moment, but that is why it is clearer.
“Looks like you’ve made up your mind to do it right now.”
Joan of Arc chuckled.
It was because I could feel the heat in that small brilliance, even compared to the Icarus Cannon.
“But, Red Lizard, if you thought I was just going to watch the fire play, you’re mistaken.”
It’s not a threat anyway.
There seems to be no reason to leave it.
Joan of Arc changed her movements.
He grabbed the blade of the sword he was swinging gently.
Just like when I stabbed the eight gates of the stone bottle, to cross the space again and pierce Hasneti.
However, Hasneti was neither agitated nor recklessly pouring out the sun in her hands when she saw Joan of Arc.
I just said it in a hoarse voice.
“Now, Horus.”
That moment.
From the Cairo side, a single figure soared like lightning.
[Let’s go, Shera!]
“…let’s go.”
[Activation of the law of unity of gods and demons!]
“…Activation.”
[Argo kArga HaOl!]
“argA KargA LaoL.”
Pababat!
An angel with a blank face with a translucent blue bird riding on top of her head.
Unleash the spell prepared by Shera, the ghost of an adult who gained mighty magical power through union with Yuna-kyung.
The moment you activate Art Magic.
The air around Joan of Arc rippled like the surface of the water, and a group of colorful paint sharks jumped out and attacked her.
Of course it’s an instant.
Of course, Joan of Arc cut down a group of sharks at once.
I even blocked the paint sprayed by the sharks, avoiding burning, freezing, or being stupid.
However, her feet are tied up to deal with the sharks of paint that spring up innumerably.
While the 1st Corps drew the attention of the allied forces by pouring more fire.
Hasneti was able to develop the power of the sun to its limit while being protected by the seven-colored barrier created by Yuna-kyung.
and another one.
“Ikaros Cannon Rapid Cooling complete, ready to fire!”
Weiying.
Right after Nadia, who was watching Hasneti’s fight nervously in the command room, gave her instructions.
The lights of Cairo went out again one after another, and the huge gun barrels that had been steaming on the roof of Apophis Temple began to glow again.
The marble floated in Hasneti’s hand.
The moment when the power of the two suns reached its zenith
.
“Fire the Ikaros Cannon!”
『Seventy-two kinds of ten solar terms,
seventy-two kinds of martial arts, seventy-two kinds of martial arts,
solar nuclear explosion ,
solar nuclear explosion, and
light beads fired by Hasneti and particle cannons from Ikaros Cannon hit Joan of Arc at the same time.
[Good!]
Yuna-kyung, who poured out all sorts of orders, cheered.
Hasneti’s destructive power is by far the best among the seven princesses of the Seven Dragons.
Even more so, when the bombardment of the Ikaros Cannon, which drew the power of the nuclear fusion reactor to its limits, was added, its power was beyond imagination.
It was comparable to a sword master’s swordsman.
It was because I thought that even Joan of Arc would not be safe if he was hit directly by that.
Palak.
[…Huh?]
But right after that, Yuna-kyung blinked.
be it a ball of light.
Whether it’s the bombardment of Icarus.
It was because the power of the sun, which should have blown everything away, was so still.
step out
Twist your back slightly.
waving the sword gently.
Countless petals that bloomed along with Joan of Arc’s sword dance cut all the power and flow of the world and received the power of the two suns.
Fire.
But is it because of the injury?
Could it be because the power of the two suns was too strong?
Or is it both?
Some of the petals that caught the sun were burned, and the hem of Joan of Arc’s nun’s uniform began to burn.
If she continued like this, not only the nun’s clothes but also her body would be burned.
Even so, Joan of Arc was not distracted.
just persevere
only beautiful
Don’t let the dance stop.
He was only focused on gently swinging his sword.
Fire.
The petals that fluttered along the tip of her sword were all wrapped around the beads of light and red rays as they burned.
As much as the two lights fade.
reconciled with fire
…as if sucking up the heat of two suns.
[uh? uh uh Uh uh uh uh?]
And so, at the point of Joan of Arc’s sword, where nearly half of the nun’s clothes were burned, the two suns finally disappeared.
Instead, when Yuna-kyung widened her eyes as she saw the petals burning around her like fire.
For the first time, the blade stops.
stretched forward.
And…
『
Fleurs et épées dansantes
Danse de arène
Flower of Revenge
Fleurs en vengeance』
Kwagwagwagwagwang!
[Kyaaah!]
Yuna-Kyung and She-Ra are flying away.
The Icarus Cannon explodes.
The defenses surrounding Cairo collapsed.
It was the result of a petal storm that sucked in the power of the two suns and spewed out as if exploding backwards.
At least, it was possible to avoid Cairo being completely blown away, perhaps thanks to the final strength of the eight gates of stone bottles, but that’s all.
As a result, all of the eight gates of the stone walls collapsed, and Cairo was finally incapacitated.
“Whoops, the Seven Dragons are really tough.”
The nun’s uniform is getting tattered.
Joan of Arc laughed even though part of her white skin was burning red.
and the front of oneself.
Come out of the Seokbyeong Eight Gates Golden Storm.
Because of being hit head-on by the power of the two suns.
Despite being a descendant of the fire-fighting dragon group, he smiled as he saw Hasneti, who had fallen and looked more tattered than himself.
“But now the win or loss has been decided.”
“okay.”
and seeing her like that.
Hasneti quietly agreed.
“Time over.”
“…Is it time?”
Qurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Joan of Arc blinked.
It wasn’t because I didn’t understand the meaning.
Although he was incapacitated by his own counterattack and could no longer fight.
It was because, far from despairing or frustrated, he saw Hasneti’s bloody eyes that were still burning with fighting spirit.
…something went wrong.
Before becoming a sword master.
As a commander leading an army.
Sensing that fact, Joan of Arc reflexively swung her sword.
To end Hasneti’s breath before it’s too late.
Caang!
“…!”
but right after that.
she realized
that he was too late.
The moment Hasneti’s necklace shone brightly, his own sword was blocked.
And the figure of a gray-haired man who appeared between him and her was telling Joan of Arc that fact.
“…teacher?”
It’s like I can’t believe it.
Looking at her with wide eyes.
Limon opened his mouth in a heavy voice.
“You still call me teacher.”
