The facts have long been confirmed that you only do as a human being.

But I want to do more, I want to save Ilia.

I want to live like a saber.

In this way, she will always live in my heart.

Then forget the constraints of reality and see how far I can do it.

I stopped running and turned around, and the crazy follower who protected Ilia was waving the rock sword, blocking the black warrior's raid.

At the cost, the black mud spread to his feet again, surging with the rushing of his body that was about to cover him.

Berserker was afraid to retreat, and there were still scattered black mud splashing on his retreating body, leaving a black mark on his skin, as if his skin was corroded.

That is the natural enemy of heroes. Will it be eroded when they come into contact?

What I can do is-

“traceon——!”

Just like when I was practicing magic in the warehouse every night, I subconsciously recited this word as the beginning of magic.

The gap between imagination and reality disappears in the whisper of the soul, the silent magic circuit is activated, and the magic appears smoothly in the desired position.

These are just the basic operations of magicians.

If Tosaka is next to him, he will definitely say so indifferently.

The next step is to deceive yourself and create the most powerful sword in your hand with your own ideas.

It's like-

“iamtheboneofmysword.”

——My body is naturally formed by swords.

I have projected many times that Archer's magic sword - the pseudo-spiral sword, appeared in my right hand.

The bow as a projecting prop appears in my left hand.

This sword is invalid for berserker, but that piece of black mud will never ignore my attack.

"caladbolg (pseudo-spiral sword)———!!!"

One, two, three—!

Without aiming, three identical magic swords shot at the overwhelming black mud in three angles.

Almost as the third arrow was shot, the bow in my hand collapsed. I collapsed on the ground in one breath, and the fishy and sweet blood couldn't stop coughing out.

Looking up, the three magic arrows that touched the mind turned into bright meteors, flying under the light sky in the daytime, and the golden trajectory divided the blue sky into four parts.

The demon arrow flew to the highest point of the sky, and then fell to the dark earth without hesitation.

From the heaven of light to the surging forest of demons, falling from the heaven of light, gathering with mythical heroes who challenged the entire sea of ​​despair.

The black warrior just jumped out of the black mud, and the blade exuding a cold air was ink with the black mud, surrounding the berserker in the air with countless death trajectories to form a cage of despair.

The next moment, he suddenly noticed the meteor falling from the sky, his figure suddenly dropped, and the sea of ​​black mud on the ground surged uneasily towards the sky.

Facing the strongest hero of the Goddess, such a little distraction will turn into a serious mistake. The Crazy Follower suddenly broke through the cage carefully woven by the Demon Warrior at the cost of a few more terrible scars on his strong body. The swinging rock sword cut across the black warrior's thigh and divided his body into three parts.

The black mud on the ground suddenly swept up, swallowing the part of the black warrior's upper body in the air before my attack was about to fall, and more black mud surged into the higher sky to welcome the falling stars in the sky.

The golden arrows falling from the sky rushed to the sea of ​​black mud in the sky, and came into contact with the junction of light and darkness.

"boom--!"

There was a thunderous roar in the sky.

The three magic arrows gathered together lit up the dazzling sun, and the golden light destroyed my vision.

The air was torn apart by unparalleled force again, and the huge impact shot down the nearest berserker from afar, turning into a strong wind blowing through my ears.

When the vision recovers again, there is no longer any black mud in front of you.

The magic-lit sun disappeared, and the brilliant sunlight from the real sun shone on the battlefield.

The trees were left with bare trunks, lying on the scarred ground, with thick roots exposed to the sun, and their branches and leaves had long been blown away by the storm of war.

The falling berserker squatted on the ground with a huge rock sword, and his strong body covered with black marks rose and fell with his violent breathing.

As I saw it, there was no more black mud.

What's going on?

No matter how strong the destructive power of the demon arrow is, it is impossible to destroy the black mud in such a way, but it does disappear completely.

The black warrior also disappeared. Was he defeated? Or did he escape when he saw the situation was too unstoppable?

I couldn't believe that I had killed the enemy so easily, and hurriedly got up and ran towards the center of the explosion point.

There was nothing on the battlefield that destroyed, except berserker squatting on the ground and gasping.

The black warrior who can push the Berserker to this level without any injury will definitely survive the blow I just now. My intuition realizes it, but I can't find any trace of the enemy.

When I looked at berserker in an exploratory manner, I saw his bright red eyes sweeping over.

After nearly ten hours of battle with the Black Warrior, the mythical hero with the Twelve Trials was wounded all over his body, and unknown black mud objects were still crawling into his wound.

Even if it was painful to watch, berserker's eyes actually felt unprecedented calm.

“Berserker?”

This guy is Ilia's servant, an irrational berserker.

Suddenly, I felt a few steps back in a bad mood. At almost the same time, the rock sword passed through my foothold just now.

“Berserker—?!”

Berserker, who lost his opponent, was actually waving his sword at me.

"roar----!"

This sound is different from the original one.

Tired and pain diluted the smell of madness, but there was still flames burning in his eyes.

The scorching eyes were like turning the last life into fuel. The Berserker slowly stood up, and the opaque black belonging to the black mud spread on his skin.

Then there is the next blow.

"Berserker, stop—!"

Although I didn't expect the other party to understand, I just dodged and shouted with all my strength, and the other party naturally ignored my voice.

"roar--------!"

The occasional fatigue and painful feelings were completely submerged in the warrior's roar. Berserker's body burned again with fighting spirit, and his calm pupils turned into pure bright red color, reflecting my thin figure in his pupils.

The huge sound almost shattered the eardrums, and I stumbled back. In front of my eyes, the heroic figure of the Goddess stood up, covering me completely, and lifted up the rock sword that he had never given up for a moment. I tried to raise my head, and the huge sword body covered my entire sight.

This is the Berserker's sword—!

This is the strongest berserker—!

My heart throbbed and my legs swayed and retreated stiffly.

Before the sword fell, the giant slowly held the sword in both hands, bulged his chest and inhaled deeply. The huge force penetrated into the rock sword with the surge of muscles, and the rock sword actually trembled slightly.

Escape quickly—!

Escape quickly————!

A huge fear surged into my heart, and I raised my head and stopped all my thoughts.

Idiot, run away quickly————!

My body suddenly trembled unnaturally, and the magic circuit was activated before I woke up. A huge amount of magic power surged into my body, and the pain from my nerves that had not yet adapted to woke me up.

I want to escape————!

The opponent's fighting spirit was burning to the extreme, and the trembling rock sword suddenly calmed down.

Then--

"boom----"

The process of swinging the sword cannot be seen at all, and even the short moment of the sword cannot be recorded.

I only saw the wind compressing into a solid under huge pressure, squirting through my body like a meat grinder, and splashing rock bullets hit me like a bullet.

Then, I saw clearly where the rock sword fell, like a huge pit that was exploded by a missile.

I actually survived-

When I realized that berserker's sword was about to fall, I subconsciously jumped backwards and avoided the rock sword at such a slow speed. As long as the sword's sword was faster and the sword's landing point was moved toward me, I would die without a burial place.

But I actually survived-

“Berserker…?”

A strange meaning appeared in my heart, and I shouted bitterly, and blood was shed from the wound cut by the wind in the part hit by the rock.
To be continued...