#564. request.
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Swordsmith and swordfighter.
master and disciple.
Among the two sword masters.
It was Limon who moved first.
However, he did not rush to the ground and did not even swing his sword.
Rather, she just approached Joan of Arc more slowly than usual, with the sword she was aiming at hanging down as if it would almost touch the ground.
so slowly
therefore heavier.
In the end, it was Joan of Arc who swung the sword first against Limon, who was closing the distance.
『Dancing Sword Bon Dance with Flowers
Fleurs et épées dansantes
Danse la ronde
Scattering Flowers.
Fleurs flottantes
.
A sword swung as if dancing.
Petals that bloom from its tip.
The light of the setting sun reflected on the blade crumbled, creating a red glow like blood.
Above the ground burnt by fire.
As if drawing a circle around Joan of Arc, the petals revolving around the sky are so beautiful and fantastic that they naturally exclaim.
In front of the curtain of petals that gradually expands their territory like a wave.
Limon stopped walking.
Then, he stabbed a flower petal with his sword.
Ting.
I only touched it slightly.
Petals that shatter like glass.
At the same time, seeing the small scratch on the back of his hand, Limon frowned slightly.
‘Is it the sword of the swordsman?’
This is not surprising.
A sword master is a sword master.
Do you learn any swordsmanship easily?
In particular, for Joan of Arc, who had reached the pinnacle of skill-making, the counter-based swordsmanship was inevitably compatible.
…Of course, there must have been other reasons.
Besides, it wasn’t just black light.
A swordsman who cuts contradictions.
A sword that cuts through the streets.
A sword demon that pierces through space, etc.
The barrier of the petals was the result of Joan of Arc absorbing the swordsmen of her juniors and melting them together.
It was a swordsmanship that achieved unified attack and defense in a different sense from Gandhi, who did not stop at cutting off power and flow but controlled and attacked the opponent.
Compared to when he was alive, where he only blocked the opponent’s approach with his flower petals, this is truly a phenomenal development.
Even more so considering that it hadn’t even been a few months since she was resurrected.
‘It’s like you.’
But Limon was not surprised.
distant past.
when his lessons were incomplete.
From day to night, from eating to bathing, for over several years, he never let go of his sword, at the end of the mountain.
Just in time to hold the sword.
By perfecting the mind and body.
A disciple to the extent that if I let go of the sword, I would fall over even on the beak of a stone.
But instead, when he held the sword, he gained a sense of a perfect swordsman than other sword masters as well as Limon himself.
The first Sword Master of the Sword Tower who achieved the unification of new swords in a different meaning from the Swordsman.
Sword Joan of Arc.
If she had given up the senses of an ordinary person and gained perfect senses, she could have easily acquired the sword intentions of other sword masters many times over.
‘Certainly this cannot be pierced by force.’
about 600 years ago.
He had to waste two days to defeat Joan of Arc, who was tired of fighting the Sword King for ten days.
Not to mention, he has become even stronger by absorbing the swords of other sword masters.
Forcing it through and cutting Joan of Arc was next to impossible, even for Limon.
‘But you’re arrogant.’
That’s why.
muttering softly.
Limon took a step.
If it wasn’t Gandhi, even a sword master would be cut to pieces and killed in a snowstorm of flowers.
Maybe it’s because I didn’t know it was digging head-on.
she paused.
But that’s for a moment.
It seemed that he would not hesitate once he drew his sword.
The petals that flew away with just a slight twist of Joan of Arc rushed toward Limon.
And so, the moment the waves of petals tearing everything were about to tear Limon to shreds.
『Yam Dragon Sword Sword Dance
斬魔龍殺劍 劍舞
France’s flowers bloom
profusely
.
Between the storm of petals dyed by the setting sun.
Snow-white petals.
bloomed
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“…!”
When the waves of petals wash over him.
Hasneti, who watched the fight with a bloody body, involuntarily clenched her fists.
What kind of monster Joan of Arc is, and what kind of power is in that frail-looking flower petal.
It was because he knew all too well that even after mobilizing all the power of the Red Dragon Clan, he was unable to inflict a single wound on Joan of Arc.
but this moment.
She clenched her fists in a different way.
Even though he was swept away by the wave of petals, it wasn’t just because he confirmed that Limon was safe.
flutter.
Like dancing with a sword…
no, Limon really dancing.
It was because he saw the remnants of the white petals that bloomed from the tip of the sword he wielded, rolling over among the waves of blood-red petals.
Compared to the blood-red petals that rippled across the sky, the range of the white petals was only a few meters.
I dare not even compare.
In front of the vast wave of blood flowers, the feeble Snow Flower looked as if it would crumble at once.
Squeak.
why one?
No matter how much blood rushes.
The tale never faded.
Like a small boat that sways to and fro in the mighty waves, yet moves forward steadfastly.
Or like snowflakes falling from the sky to soothe the wind instead of being crushed in a storm.
She only protected the area of pure white in the midst of a bloody spray by gently wrapping each flower dozens of times her own in size and receiving it and spilling it away.
‘…absurd.’
So she groaned.
It was because he could recognize Hasneti, the best master of the Red Dragon clan.
this moment.
Read all swordsmanship and swordsmanship.
That’s why Limon is trying to destroy the Sword Master’s sword, which has no meaning other than the sword.
It was an atrocity like trying to drown a fish.
Even more so in the fact that he is fighting with the principle of competent steelmaking against Zandacre, who has reached the extreme of competent steelmaking.
Because I know how reckless it is.
Hasnetti gritted his teeth, reflecting on his own strength, which was too weak to intervene.
“Horus.”
[Ayaya, did you call me?]
“I need your help.”
[Yes?]
Hasneti opened his mouth.
While Yoon Na-gyeong, who had been moaning between the buildings, widened her eyes.
Just like that…
the two sword masters’ sword dance began.
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Flutter.
softly.
the sword goes
No, flowing is a sword.
Beautiful, noble and elegant.
Remnants of petals flutter along the tip of the sword that stirs the air, gently enveloping everything.
Sareuk.
dazzlingly
the sword strikes
No, the flashy thing is the inspection.
Fast, heavy, slow, and stealthy.
The pattern that changes dozens of times in an instant complicates the trajectory of the petals.
blood and whiteness.
master and disciple.
man and woman.
They resemble each other so much.
So very different.
Two swordsmen swinging their swords and dancing.
Sometimes I change my rhythm to suit my opponent.
Sometimes we learn each other’s moves.
sometimes to induce movement.
The fight was rather martial than a sword fight.
So fantastic and beautiful.
It was as if two dancers were competing on stage to see who could dance more gracefully to dazzle the audience called the flower petals.
learn from each other
like teaching each other.
Especially in that their dance is getting more and more perfect.
But it was definitely a sword fight.
two men wielding swords
every dance followed.
The movement of the red and white petals biting each other’s tail and blowing like a storm proved that fact.
‘This is…’
And inside.
Joan of Arc could feel it.
very little
But clearly.
Limon’s territory is expanding and pushing away his own blood.
Originally, that was nonsense.
No matter how Limon her opponent was, it was impossible for her to surpass her in the swordsman’s sword.
However, there are two reasons why this situation happened.
‘Was it a mistake?’
Clearly, she is ahead of the swordsman of the competent steelmaker.
The problem was the other sword masters’ swords she mixed.
only a few months ago.
Joan of Arc’s ability to absorb several swordsmanships just by engaging in an 8-to-1 fight for an instant was phenomenal.
But Limon was talking.
you are still immature
That’s arrogant.
A subtle gap between the sword and the sword that seemed to be completely melted.
By thoroughly digging into the cracks that even the sword master could not notice, dismantling and destroying them with only her swordsmanship.
No matter how much you learn and improve.
Trembling at the sword of Limon who digs up his sword clothes faster than that.
she understood
Limon has been training by studying and analyzing the swordsmanship of 13 sword masters for hundreds of years.
What an arrogant mistake it was to use an unfinished swordsmanship in front of him.
and another one.
‘It’s a yam-yong sword… You’ve created a truly terrifying swordsmanship.’
Others might not have noticed.
But as Limon’s first disciple.
Knowing him well in the days when he only handled relatively pure dragon slashes, she vaguely realized.
Yam blade.
The terrifying secret of this swordsmanship.
‘Huh, really. The teacher’s admonition is heartbreaking.’
If she had only used her own sword from the beginning, at least they would have been able to fight on an equal footing.
to make such a mistake
It was such a shame.
Especially since if he changed his swordsmanship hastily, Limon would cut his throat in an instant.
That’s why.
Joan of Arc opened her mouth.
To send a pre-determined signal just in case.
“Everyone shoot.”
Boom bubbong!
That moment.
Loud gunfire resounded in the quiet air where only flower petals fluttered.
The allied forces, overwhelmed by the fight between the two sword masters, regained their senses only belatedly and resumed the attack.
not Cairo.
Aim for the red and white petals that rage like a storm.
And…
the change has begun.
as it occupies a larger area.
The storm of blood that sucked up the fire pouring from behind began to explode in that area.
‘…You’re doing something stupid.’
‘Because this is a war.’
Like scolding a disciple who smokes tricks.
to him with a stern gaze.
Joan of Arc replied with a shy smile.
This is a war not a duel. It was a desperate struggle in which any means was acceptable to win.
And the means she chose to win was simple.
Parrrrrrr!
Giving up on catching up with the sword.
blood flow more than doubled than before.
To use that overwhelming power to forcibly crush the storm of tales that Limon created.
For a sword master who has reached the pinnacle of competent steelmaking, he acts as if cheating in an embarrassing and embarrassing test.
But the effect was clear.
This is because the tale, which had been pushing away bloodshed until now, has stopped expanding and started to falter.
No matter how perfect it is as a swordsman.
In the end, Limon’s swordsman imitated him.
He, who was not Joan of Arc himself, was unable to fully withstand her sword pressure, which even absorbed the Allied forces’ fire.
Undisturbed petals.
It seems that the body has been strained.
Blood spurting from the wound.
Feeling that the white petals were dyed red with his blood and gradually faded.
respect you
respect and
loved
to slit the master’s throat.
Joan of Arc swung her sad sword.
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[God Princess? What did you just say?]
“You should have heard.”
[What nonsense are you talking about! As an aide to the princess, I can never accept an order like that!]
An aide who refuses even orders for the sake of the princess.
So even if Hasneti kills her, she can’t accept that order.
Nadia exclaimed furiously.
But despite that apparent protest, Hasneti was not offended.
He opened his mouth in a muffled voice.
“Nadia.”
[No matter what you say…!]
“Please.”
[…]
As an aide, I’ve been watching her for longer than anyone else.
However, for the first time in my life, I heard a request from a respected princess who had never heard anything but orders.
Nadia was silent.
long after her.
muttered.
[…You’re doing too much, really.]
With a sigh mixed with resignation and resentment.
The girl eventually gave orders to the clan in the command room.
And…
[Initiate rapid charging of the Ikaros Cannon!]
The lights of the city disappear.
All power in Egypt began to gather once more.
Of course it’s useless.
Since the Icarus Cannon exploded by Joan of Arc, no matter how much power they gathered, the energy was released in vain.
…no. had to be released.
Rooftop of Apophis Temple.
Originally there was Icarus.
Now in a place where only rubble remains.
If it hadn’t been for the red-haired woman who had stuck her tail between the wires miraculously unharmed.
Paperweight!
Could it be because the vast amount of energy from the nuclear fusion reactor was forcibly absorbed using the Honwon non-pole flow?
Red scales glow.
Sparks fly between the horns.
Pain as if the blood was burning all over her body came over her.
No it wasn’t a metaphor.
In fact, the blood that flowed from Hasneti’s wounds evaporated and the feet began to sizzle.
Shera, who had achieved the union of gods and demons, was supporting them with all sorts of magic.
The power of the sun was so strong that even she, a descendant of the Fighting Dragon Patriarch, could not handle it.
Even more so now that she has suffered considerable injuries from Joan of Arc’s fight.
But she didn’t stop.
Instead, he took out a cigarette pack.
A wad of cigarettes half burnt but the other half miraculously unharmed.
I’m proud.
Hasneti chewed and swallowed it whole.
That was enough.
The special tobacco made with the green dragon clan’s medicine is vaporized in the throat as hot as a furnace and absorbed as it is, and it’s hard to exert the medicinal effect.
Cheeik!
The medicinal effect that made even the blood freeze unless it was the Red Dragon Princess permeated, and the body temperature that had risen infinitely slowed down a little.
Of course it’s a fleeting moment.
It was an act no different than pouring a few gourds of water into a volcano infested with lava.
Her temperature surged again, boiling her blood, heating her scales and burning her clothes.
However, Hasneti fully accepted the heat that seemed to melt even his brain and circulated it inside himself.
And so, the moment when that mighty heat combined with the dragon psionic that had already been raised to the limit.
『Seventy-two kinds of martial arts, eleven clauses,
seven twelve kinds of martial arts, 十一絶 red
dragon
hell flame 赤龍地獄炎』
Quaaaaa!!
Absorb the power of the nuclear fusion reactor.
Forced beyond one’s limits.
The red flash fired by the descendants of the Fighting Dragon’s Raiders was locked in the storm of bloody petals that swept the world.
‘…ah.’
Joan of Arc tried to respond immediately to the flames that were hotter, more ferocious, and more intense than when she received the power of the two suns at once.
To absorb and return that heat.
But she couldn’t.
It’s like I’ve been waiting for this moment.
This is because the narrative that erupted explosively seeped into the blood like a virus and blocked the flow.
Because of that, the red petals, which were unable to let go of the red flash, let alone return it, had no choice but to face the mighty flame head-on
…
burn all petals
dyeing the sky red
flying towards you
Even so intense.
most beautiful.
in front of the prominence.
More than anything.
Resolutely.
but bitterly.
Limon’s gaze at him.
The moment Joan of Arc smiled and smiled.
A flash of red, hotter than the sun, engulfed her.
