163 Tristane Knights (4)

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Clayo was the first to turn on "Tardiness". 'Promise' flashed as if it had been waiting.

[Young Phyton]

—classification: the number of deaths

—Level: 5]

Not minding that the milk tea bottle was falling apart, Clayo jumped up.

The children also took out the sword without delay, and were arranged as they had discussed every night.

After Chelsea and the twins separated from Isiel and Arthur, they covered Clay.

Clayo quickly took out the bronze of Ma Kwang-seok from his subspace wallet and held a wand in his other hand. It was an opportunity now when the first pitcher Phyton came close.

Shoot me.

Whether it was caused by Masu or just the whims of the mountain weather, the children's hair and clay's coats were fluttering wildly in the strong winds.

Whispering held Clayo tightly by the cello next to him. The solid arm of the cello supporting Clayo was hot because of the body temperature raised by the excitement of the battle.

In the meantime, the open-mouthed black reptiles rushed toward the children, flapping scales all over their bodies.

In Masu's open mouth, sharp teeth flashed, and the claws of his fore and aft were threatening as if he would easily tear Clayo's neck.

Clay felt a strange sense of security even in this crisis.

Perception always made the flow of time slow, but not just because of it.

The temperature of the elbows, and the speculation of the twins holding Leapier and Short Sword in their right and left hands, respectively, were accompanied by Clay.

'...I'm getting really upset, too. I rely on the kids.'

It felt strange and ticklish at the same time.

In my previous life, I could have relied on someone, but I didn't have to rely on anyone. Life was to take responsibility alone. Not his own difficulties, not his family's misfortunes.

But now, he is the second son of the world who is not expected and a weak child who has no responsibility. Everything one does is an activity other than one's.

Only the author and himself fail to achieve what they know.A miserable life won't last. The narrative's ending that it would be completely over if it went wrong didn't feel bad either. I was rather relieved to think so.

Maybe it's because he's relaxed. There was less confusion when using magic.

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

The ether bowl, which had been steadily circulating and increasing, poured out its mana at once.

The blinding golden light embodied Clayo's quadruple-walled meal in the stark winter forest. It was like a light that would be engraved inside the eyelids even if the eyes were closed.

It was a new magic created by four magic combinations.

A piece of Ma Kwang-seok bronze was thrown.

Clayo's voice, which got rough from the cold, recited a new message from all the children.

Look at the god of the bow.

the god of life, poetry, and light.

The Sun in the human lag,

A shining arrow was fired from God's grudge!]1)

fifififififififififififififififififi-

The arrow, dressed in a rich ether, deflected its course just like a phyton that quickly turned, and dug into a gap in the scale that was flapping.

Shoot!

Kiehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

A few drops of blood splattered, smelling like grass and flowers were rotting.

When Pitton, who had an arrow stuck in his back, twisted his body and lowered his altitude, Arthur, who had [hardened] his whole body with all his capabilities, jumped to the ground. The dirt floor was deeply dug up because of such a strong force.

It was Arthur's first appearance since the final exam. He must have been negligent in training during the vacation, and the ether overflowed and followed his movements like a trajectory.

Whoo!

Arthur managed to catch Pitton's tail.

Oh, my God!

Phyton was twice the size of an adult man, not as big as he thought. The man with the tail was out of balance and began to fall into the zigzag with Arthur tied up.

Arthur never let go of his hand, even though the viewer was shaking so violently that he was disgusted.

Eventually, he hung himself and threw a sword. Sword blades and scales hit each other and sparkled.

He felt like he was doing a couple of futile touches, and immediately succeeded in completely scraping through one of the lower belly scales of Masu.

Laugh!

Phyton, whose scales were overturned, wriggled wildly and dropped Arthur down. Arthur clung desperately to Pitton.

While watching the amount of Arthur's performance while lowering his body, Isiel jumped up and jumped up.

Melamide's sword wrapped in ether was formed with a type of sword. Isiel's keenness was also better than his final exams.

As soon as Arthur and Masu came close,

Boom!

Isiel's sword was deeply embedded between the scales of his lower stomach that the prince turned over.

Quay! Quay! Quay!

Phyton spread his wings out loud, shouting a shout of sublimation from heaven to earth. Arthur, who could no longer hold out, rolled on the floor, and Isiel, who hung on to the grip of the sword, also brushed his shoulder against Masu's toenails.

In the midst of this, Isiel squeezed the sword with both hands and tore Mazu's stomach a little bit by bit.

Pooh!

Eventually, half of the lower abdomen of the beast burst and blood spurred. The purple blood of Masu soaked Isiel's upper body.

Isiel fell with Melamide's sword, which he still held tightly. It was inside the circle. Clayo quickened his magic to prevent Isiel from being injured.

Straightened up, Arthur jumped again as if he were crossing with Isiel, and put Begg's sword in the lower abdomen of Pitton, which she had spread.

Arthur, who was hanging from the body of Masu like a leaf fluttering in a gust of wind, put his weight on him and pushed the sword toward his heart little by little by little.

The whole gut-pulling beast sounded deafeningly awful, flapping its wings like mad.

Kacan!

While Pitton was trying to draw Arthur with his sharp hind feet, a short-sword thrown by Lippi was caught between Masu's left-footed claws.

"I can't cut it, but I can't bend my toes like that!"

Leticia also threw her own short-sword with her hunting skills to block the movement of the remaining hind legs.

A short-legged man struggled with his short legs when he dropped a shot-sword cleverly caught between his toenails. The two men's Ma Kwang-seok swords were about to split.

But for a few seconds, I earned time.

As she was measuring the distance from Phyton, she stepped on the temporary stairs and jumped up to the top of the moat.

"Lippy, Leticia! Keep your clay safe!"

Phyton was flying under the moat. As soon as Ma-soo, who managed to raise the altitude toward the air, approached, Chell jumped.

shouted Leticia.

"Be careful!"

Slipping onto Masu's back, Chell grabbed the black snake's mother with all his might.

In order to prevent Ma-su from bending his flexible body and biting it with his mouth, he held the end of the knife and the sack with both hands and inserted it horizontally between the open mouth of Ma-su.

Crack!

The Chell's sword shook like it was going to break. The sheath has been crushed to the teeth. The short-sword that tied his toes was also broken.

In the meantime, Chele, who pulled the sword from the sword house, forced a third of the sword into Pitton's back, aiming for the spot where Clayo hit the arrow earlier.

Arghhhhhhh!

After struggling hard and free, Ma-soo scratched Arthur's back, which was hanging tightly against him. If it had not been strengthened by Ether, it was strong enough that the backbone had been dug up long ago.

However, Arthur did not stop drawing the sword toward the heart of Phyton. The blood of the beast poured down like rain everywhere when the moat broke out. Already its screams were close to death.

Whooooooooooooooh.

Phyton's wings were also full of sharp scales, drawing numerous drawings of cello's arms and back.

Eventually, as soon as Masu turned his body toward the sky, Arthur tightened his belly with two strong legs and pushed the blade up to the heart of his right side.

The path of the sword staggered, and its speed was slow. Arthur was also hurt and began to bleed his arms.

[Enhanced] However, it was clear that the defense weakened due to the concentration of the ether on the sword.

Frustrated that Arthur might be seriously injured, Clayo was fully prepared to invoke additional attack magic.

Late perceived the light footsteps of knights running this way.

'It's important to let Arthur know he's a great man, but what good is it if he dies?'

Phyton raced madly in and out of Clayo's circle.

When Arthur's wound got any deeper, when he tried to intervene, the beast finally began to fall!

Kiehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Chelsea and Arthur also plunged to the bottom, as if they were hugging each other in the middle of the game.

Clayo had a barrage of attacks and proceeded with a speed limit.

Between the two men surrounded by light, the beast was dismantled and only black ash was scattered.

with a thump

fluffy

Arthur and Chelsea were the only ones who fell on the floor of the moat.

Clayo used magic to run to two people in a single month, and immediately performed a stopgap.

I was in such a hurry that I memorized the truth so quickly that it sounded like I was rapping.

Shuuuuuu-

The injuries of the two were deeper than expected, so Clayo's knees were worn out. Isiel, who is quick to sense, quickly grabbed Clayo's body and avoided being scattered on the dirt floor.

The magic ceremony had been distracting for quite some time and finally went out after treating the wounds of both children.

Chelsea and Arthur, who were gasping for breath as if they were pouring out their lungs, were rolling on the floor, soaked in sweat and blood.

"It's incredibly good to have a wizard on our team! It's completely clean!"

"I'm going to do it right now. I think we can dig the rest of the way.”

Arthur and Cher lay down and boasted of each other's better health, and they both showed off their miserable appearances.

"Don't be conceited. Even if it's cured by magic, you need to be careful for a day while stabilizing the ether. Don't run wild!"

"Oh! All right, Wizard."

And Isiel! You stand here, too."

"My injuries are not deep."

"Don't nag."

After measuring the remaining ether, Clay held onto Isiel, who was about to escape, to practice law.

The scar on Masu's toenail was narrow but deep. Even on her shoulders, Ether stayed long.

'It's not deep at all. What's attached to the man's toenails, and they're cutting down on their physical strength."

Only after the treatment to Isiel was completed, Tristane knights and soldiers reached the moat one step later.

"Are you all right?"

"They're killing each other!”

"I'm going to have to have more residents in the castle, too!"

The knights who were staying at the accommodation were injured, regardless of their size, and even though they were experienced North Korean knights, they could not reach the moat in an instant.

It seemed to have run as fast as possible, but there was a limit to the fact that knights who hurt their waist or legs wore armor made of Ma Gwang-seok iron.

However, as soon as he arrived at the scene, he was very responsive.

"Be on the lookout for any further damage."

"Did you bring the medics?"

"Here!"

Unintentionally, everyone in the castle looked serious as they watched the fight between the children and the beast from afar.

The knight with a scar drawn from the chin to the neck put down the apprenticeship wizard on his side. The apprentice ran to Arthur and Chelsea, who missed the timing to get up.

The apprentice looked sick and tired of what he had brought to the driver. In addition, the unique stench of Masu's blood seemed to make him sick.

The apprenticeship wizard, who was holding back vomiting and trying to navigate through Arthur and Rachel's clothes, stopped.

The knight hastened the apprenticeship wizard.

"What about the wounds?"

"…Wait a minute."

The sorcerer, who woke up with a trembling voice, asked Isiel for his understanding.

Even if he was fine, he wouldn't believe it, so Isiel, who thought it was a process that he had to go through anyway, bent down to the short apprentice wizard.

Nevertheless, the apprentice couldn't relax and trembled.

The wizard, who tilted Isiel's hair, which dried up the blood of the soaked beast, and looked hard at her shoulder, looked bewildered.

"That's…."

"Quickly answer. You have to lie down and take it with you depending on the type of wound.”

"There are no wounds. All three of them are fine."

"What?"

1) Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, G. B. Byron, 편역.