The forest in the dark night is as deep as the depths of the sea.

The black warrior slowly advanced among the woods, his figure was like a king shark in the sea.

The long black hair fluttered among branches with different shapes, as if it had dissolved into darkness.

Silently, even the birds and insects disappeared into the territory patrolled by the black ferocious beasts.

The black warrior advanced toward a place, and with his deep breathing, a sound was spit out in the air.

"Living..."

The sound of the battle ranged from far to near, and among the broken trees caused by the battle, the warrior found his first target.

"Living..."

Repeating words of unknown meaning, the fishy red light ignited from the pupils.

"call……"

With a long breath, the black warrior aimed at his target.

The closest distance, his saber master was facing away from him.

"Living..."

After repeated, he repeated the word unconsciously.

The black magic sword pierced out like lightning. Even though its master had long been swallowed by darkness, its magic sword had not changed its bloodthirsty nature and pounced on his prey with joy.

However, the blue girl suddenly blocked in front of him, guarding the master's saber, and saving her master with her body.

The black follower named aura unwilling to pierce the follower of the sword with one sword.

The prey he chose was forcibly rescued, and the black servant let out an angry roar, and his long hair scattered in the dark suddenly gathered, dancing to wrap the saber.

The long hair that spreads from the darkness completely wraps the beautiful girl and forms a black cocoon in front of the black warrior.

The long hair squirmed and pulled the prey towards the position of the black warrior. More black ribbons surged out of the warrior, densely wrapped the two people in a large black cocoon.

"Impossible, that's..."

The caster was trembling, and the witch of Liudong Temple was actually trembling because of fear.

She retreated, as if she was the monster she feared the most.

berserker roared and wanted to move forward, as if he was stopped by the master order and stopped joining the battle.

Archer was the first to come back to his senses and tried hard to project several treasures, shooting at the black cocoon that the enemy had transformed into.

Suddenly, the black cocoon burst, and the black bands scattered all over the small space.

At the wound torn by the treasure, the black warrior roared and jumped out of the black cocoon, swung his sword at the red knight.

However, there is no saber in the cocoon.

The blue girl actually disappeared into the black cocoon.

how so--

I cannot agree on such a result.

The girl who has always protected me and fought for me disappeared like this.

He killed Saber.

Unforgivable-

That black guy actually killed Saber and killed the person I wanted to save the most.

"Go to die for me!!!"

Absolutely unforgivable——

He killed my favorite person.

My mind was blank, and I was burned into blank by the anger, so I rushed up.

He rushed towards the enemy who flew in the air, leveraging his might among the trees to dodge the treasures.

I want a weapon-

A weapon appeared in his hand.

The black and white swords are in harmony.

I'm going to kill him-

I jumped high and the double blades faced the black enemy. The black warrior dodged the two last falling treasures while swinging his sword to slash at my double blades.

The swords and swords confronted me, and my attack was about to collapse.

It was faster than flying, and I fell back to the ground.

"Living..."

The black demon whispered, wielding the extremely long magic sword and slashed at me.

"It's hateful--!"

——The enemy is too strong, I need stronger weapons.

A bright silver knight sword appeared in my hands, holding the sword in both hands, and pounced on my enemies again.

The Sword of Light.

The sword of light guarding the holy land was held by the kings of Jerusalem in history, and was used by Baldwin IV to block the sword of the saints of Saladin, the greatest king in the desert.

The black warrior fell like an eagle, and the long sword that was hit slashed on the raised sword of the Holy Blessing Light.

"Click--"

Unable to withstand the sudden heavy blow, a crack appeared on the bright silver sword, and then broke from the middle.

His hand suddenly lightened, and his body took the opportunity to jump away, avoiding the next combo of the black warrior.

The sword cut by the black warrior rose smoothly and stabbed my throat from bottom to top.

——Not strong enough!

I let out an unwilling roar in my heart, my brain was running rapidly, looking for better weapons.

——Yurander.

According to legend, the unparalleled sword that is as famous as the sword of victory (excalibur) of King Arthur.

I waved the Paladin's sword representing the loyalty and glory of the knight, pushed away the long sword that was stabbed, and rushed towards the black warrior without hesitation.

He held the sword with both hands and used all his strength to slash at the warrior's body that was looming in the darkness.

The steels strike each other again, and my wrists were shattered by a huge impact force, and I tried hard to dodge the black warrior's magic sword.

——No, no matter how strong the treasure is, it will be restricted by itself.

——My abilities limit the power of the treasure.

Then use magic to strengthen yourself.

The body started to burn.

It is no longer blindly enhancing one's own energy.

Instead, obey the will of the sword and enhance your ability to adapt to the sword.

"ah--"

It seemed to smell a burnt smell. When the black sword was about to come, I raised the sword again.

The wrist collapsed.

My right hand drooped weakly.

But before the magic sword fell, I avoided the black warrior's pursuit again with a slight slightest margin.

Follow the consciousness, analyze the gaps in the opponent's sword swing, and then avoid the killer moves.

Fast calculations are completed unconsciously, and this kind of combat ability is almost comparable to that of the mind.

——He is too powerful, I need other methods.

——Haugney’s Sword.

According to legend, the sword of Haugney, who had killed the most famous hero of the Viking era, appeared in my right hand.

Once again, a treasure was projected smoothly, as smooth as it flowed out of the hand.

The only left hand swung his sword again to block the enemy's attack.

Not willing to give up.

I want to kill him, just like killing the most famous hero of ancient times, and knock him down under my sword.

Reality is always so cruel, and the black warrior cut off my sword again.

That power is almost comparable to the strongest Hercules, and its speed is more dominant than the Berserkers.
To be continued...