Chapter 491 Golden handle

Northeast of the continent. Nameless Ice Mountains

"--Left there."

Thought Communication Listening to the <> sent by me, Ray turns left on the goodbye.

After a while, a large ice block was visible in front of me. Rei walked close to her and stared.

Inside the ice is the goddess sword Evans Mana. He drew a magic circle and pulled a unique sword Sigshesta from the center.

"Huh ...!"

The ice blocks are slashed and crumble with noise.

Metastasis He gives his gaze to the surroundings, with regret. There's no trick and no sign of people. But then the question remains why <> could not be used. T ran s l at ed by ｊp ｍ t l.c oｍ

Rei walked carelessly, arriving at Evans Mana piercing the ice floor.

No damage is seen. The religious sword was emitting a divine light as before.

He touched and gripped the handle. Then, a platinum current ran across the holy sword, raging.

Rei immediately releases his hand from Evans Mana. The handle partly chipped slightly.

"... What's going on, Evans Mana ... can you tell me?"

Then, a magic circle was drawn on the floor, centering on the point where the blade was stabbed. In addition, the handle of the sword and the holy sword are missing.

T ran s la ted by Jp ｍ tl .ｃoｍ Now, something is happening with the soul god sword. Therefore, he would not have responded to Ray's summons.

Rei focused on the holy sword and reached out to the handle again.

"Do not touch"

An angry voice sounds. As Rei turned, a man appeared from the path behind him.

She wears a fine vest, a jacket with gold embroidery, and a jabo at her neck. He has a large bow on his back.

It looks like a nobleman or a hunter, but probably a uniform.

It has a sword on its shoulder and a bubble and wave emblem on its chest. The emblem on the shoulder resembled a religious sword somewhere.

"A filthy thief. Can you tell that he is about to return to his true form?"

The man says, looking from above. It sounds like you know Evans Mana.

"Who are you?"

Five saints: "I'm sorry. Does the thief look ask me a name? There's no name to give you.

Man on the high pressure says.

"Take it away. The holy sword is no longer returned."

"I can't see the story, can you explain it?"

"It's good, don't do it. I won't do it for the third time. It will rust this sword."

T rans la ted by jpmt l.c o m The man, who claims to be the five saints, gave his hand to the sword he had lowered. Lei smiled freshly at the glaring threatening man.

"I'm not going"

For a moment, the sword flashes, and a metallic sound resounds. Ray received a sword from the five saints' man in a sigschester.

"I often say that the thief is fierce."

"I don't mean to steal it.

The two crosses their eyes as they face each other. It is impossible for the Five Saints to be an average user if they can not reach a conclusion.

However, it looks like a strange face. The five saints are unfamiliar.

"Then name the swordsman who trained Evans Mana."

"You know only human craftsmen. Two thousand years ago, your name was lost."

The man asks more like laughing with his nose.

"What is the name of the god who blessed the sword?

"Do you know?"

The magic of the entire body of the five saints' man is filled, and Lei's body is blown off with his sword.

"Of course! But-"

The point of the sword is pointed at Rei.

"You fell to talk!" T ra nslat e d b y jp m t l .c o m

Even faster than the flash, the momentary thrust came out. Ray strikes the blade close to his nose with a unique sword. Immediately, the next thrust hits Ray's throat.

Just as if he didn't know the limit, the man accelerated with every thrust, and the wind pressure created pierced the wall behind the ray.

The sound of the swords shouted violently as it shook the ice mountains, and in just a few moments, the number of blades they had exchanged exceeded one hundred.

"Fo !!"

With a shrill cry, the man thrust himself. The blades slashed, and Lei's unique sword flew through the air and pierced the ceiling.

It invited. Immediately next to him is a soul god sword. I think that it is a round waist, and it is a means of taking the place where it started to cut it in reverse.

The man of the Five Saints jumped into Lei's pocket-he thought, but he pulled his sword and stood up.

"Don't you come?"

"Don't look down. This Barzarondo, even if it's a sinner, doesn't mean to cut down a squatter in the name of the Earl.

"Hey"

Ray leaps and pulls out of the sig-shester stuck in the ceiling.

"But is it OK?"

Barzarondo laughs with his nose.

"Hmmm. The result is the same if you try to get a sword. It's obvious that you can't beat me-"

Trans l a te d by jpm tl .ｃ o m "Did you not say that there is no name to give?"

Barzalondo became guilty after repairing his expression.

"You're a good guy. I'm afraid to cleverly hear my name."

His magical power travels through his arms and covers his sword, as if by deception. The power to gather the screams of Misemishi and the swordsman gathered there.

"But I won't lose in a sword game."

A gazeful gaze as though he had not gone wrong penetrates the ray. Holding his sword, Barzarondo said.

Hunting sword "My sword is the fastest blade. Barza Rondo style that slashes over time"

Shin and silence covered the place, giving the illusion that time had just stopped.

In a world where everything is still, only Barzarondo is moving. No, the man's sword is too fast.

In contrast, Ray's action cuts the meat and cuts the bone. No matter how fast you are, you will decide not to sever all seven roots in a single blow, and aim at the chance of a great skill without dare to protect.

A unique sword sprinted over his neck, lagging behind Barzarondo.

"Foot!"

Barzalondo's sword pierces Rei's chest-on the verge of being tattered and its sword's body shattering. His sword speed was too fast for his sword to bear.

Rei's unique sword, approaching Barzarondo's head with a behead, was stopped. Blood slightly spreads on his neck.

"... Well, wait, stop ..."

Despite being struck by a sword at his neck, Barzalond said dignifiedly.

"Request a repartition. This sword was useless. I'm not used to fighting here."

"What are you saying, you?"

Rei smiles, but does not try to keep the unique sword off his neck. If he cares, he will be able to decapitate Barzarondo in an instant.

“…… ku ……… coward…”

"I'm not sure, can you tell us about your purpose and the soul sword?"

The man bites his back teeth.

At that time, a shattered sound was heard.

When Rey turned his gaze, the handle of the religious sword there was popping. Like the Holy Sword himself.

He steepens his gaze. There is no trial that has ever happened.

"That's not the original pattern of the soul god sword."

Barzarondo says, draws a magic circle with his fingertips.

"The real thing is here"

Emerging from the center of the magic circle is the handle of a shining golden sword. There is no blade, and a blue gem is buried in the brim.

Then the soul god sword came out by himself and flew as if drawn to the golden handle. Just after Rei, the goddess sword came, and he jumped away.

Ray catches Evans Mana in his hand. Barzarondo held a handle without a sword.

"It's time for Evans Mana to return to her true form after finishing her dressing. Let's get it back."

Divine light overflows from the golden handle. It certainly had Evans Mana-like magic.

"... Apparently, it's not a lie that it's a religious sword handle."

Rey holds a Sigshesta and a plain Evans Mana and looks out at Barzarondo with care.

He took a step, but stopped there.

"Give the soul god sword"

Thought communication My <> has arrived.

"Do you have an idea? 』

"I see those with the same emblem. Maybe they came from outside

"... Are you outside the world? 』

"It's a bit missing. Perfect for swimming and tailing. ''

Rei reportedly cast a sword on the goddess towards Barzarondo.

He says, looking at the sword stuck in the ground.

"Hey. It looks like you've noticed that even if you resist, it's useless."

"If the spirit god sword comes out, you can admit you are the owner. In any case, it's no longer a necessary world."

"If so, be careful!"

Barzalond grips the broken god sword and unleashes it. He raised the holy sword above his head.

"This Barza Rondo is one of the truly religious swords, Evans Mana, a brave hunter!"

The holy sword, which chooses its owner, emits a divine light, showing power, in his hand. It may not be a lie that he originally owned it.

"I'm saying it myself.

Ray nods.

"Huh. I'm trying to be a triumphant. I've saved my life."

As soon as he talks, he sticks out the golden handle into heaven. When the gold light overflows from there, it melts the ice ceiling.

"Farewell. It was quite a swordsman for a thief, you praise him."

Barzalond flew into the sky from a lightly pitted hole.