164 Ep.55. The Remains of the Dark Magicians (5)

Quasik!

Every time Goltep's hammer fell, the cave floor broke and stone debris splashed. Looking down at the sunken floor, Enya swallowed his breath, and Jean relaxed her steps to complement him.

It was only relaxing for Jin, but seemed close to Enya. It was only natural that she had no eyes to understand the movements of the seven-star article.

"Brother!"

"Stay away, Austin."

Enya shouted urgently, but Jin felt an indescribable thrill piercing his spine, causing a thrill all over his body.

Boom, boom, boom! Giant extra constantly mash the floor. Every time I hit the floor and went up again, I heard a violent wind.

The hammer moved in a flamboyant move. The Baengnang warriors deal with weapons such as hammers, iron bars and spears even before they start to walk, while Goltep is a veteran with 300 combat experiences.

Left to right, right to left, left to right again, left to right, a diagonal line that reaches wonderfully along the retreat, and a straight line. Past experiences are concentrated in the trajectory of a hammer that crosses the air and the floor like a dance.

And there's the flow. The flow that is optimized to crush the opponent. You will never notice the flow unless you have reached the stage.

Jin, for example, has risen to the top. How can I shudder at the shudder?

"Was it so thrilling to avoid an opponent's attack as you wish?’

The only thing that exploded in the hammering that lasted for about 30 seconds was the floor. Even the randomly splattered fragments could not touch Jean's collar.

How long will you avoid it like a rat?

Goltep was not such a cliché. A ray of admiration shrivels in the glare of Goltep's eyes.

"......surprised!"

After stopping hammering for a moment, he looked down at the gin. Even after wielding a giant hammer dozens of times, Goltep's breathing is like the first time.

"What the hell is your guy? I've never heard that a man as young as you, has reached this level. Did you deceive your age in disguise?"

"Think as you please."

"I don't think we should just classify it as a game. Your man is well worth offering to Javier's altar."

The greatest warrior in the history of the Suin race, the Baengnang Javier. He was respected by other minorities, but was considered a god among the Baengnangs.

There are only two cases in which the Baengnangs say they will dedicate their opponents to the altar of Javier. In case the enemy is strong enough to fight for all honour, or if it is Looncandel.

Goltep judged Jean to be an electron.

"I, Golph Harpalep, will now take on Jean Grey, with all the honour of me and the tribe of Harpalep. You will be reborn in the form of Javier's soul, without being unclean."

"Kinselo seems to guarantee freedom of religion.”

"Well, it's a pretty good place than I thought. Too bad we can't be together."

Ji-ying!

Goltep's hammer swelled. An incomparably bright light shone on his serious face.

You mean you're really talented from now on? Well, it would have been too easy if that clumsy hammering was all.'

Bradamante was also surrounded by another layer of visitors. Jin's eyes, which aimed at the edge of the knife, also subsided.

It was Bradamante who took a breath and first made a pagong sound. The sword, which was standing horizontally at the height of the clown, stretched out in a straight line like an arrow.

to be fast

Not for Jean to feel for herself, not for Goldep to follow with his eyes. Flashing! Jin's eyeglasses shook along the sword drawn on Ilseom in the middle of the cave.

And Goltep, who puts the hammer as hard as he can.

Quang!

There was a roaring sound as if a blunt instrument and a blunt instrument had collided, not an antecedent or blunt instrument. Goltep, preparing for the next blow with a hop in his eye, had no choice but to stifle another astonishment. On earth

"What kind of power is that?"

The body of the boy, who uses seven-star aneurysm, is clear. But the boy's sword seemed to tear his hand with a hammer.

Overcome the weight difference, overwhelm the distance difference. Every time the inspection continued, Goltep was modifying his perception of Qin.

It's not the strength an ordinary seven-star article can produce. As far as Goltep knew, there was only one such mysterious force.

"Luncandel......!"

Knowing that blessed lineage will not make any difference. Jean was concentrating all her rituals on her sword without answering.

A small, light-weight body of a species called man, that bounces a giant hammer with a sword, causing the white warrior to backtrack...….

The image of Looncandel itself, which I have dreamed of since my previous life.

There have been quite a few fights since his return, but there has never been such a proud day as today. Yes, this is what Looncandel's fight deserves.

It should be so overwhelming. Every time you swing a sword, you must make your opponent slow down, and soon be seized with fear and kneel down.

'The mere presence of a sword in the clan makes the enemy shudder with fear.'

That is the extreme meaning of the sword that Looncandel is aiming for. I felt that such a sentence was hidden in the darkness embroidered by Bradamante.

"Kaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Whoo! Wedge!

The pushed Goltep swung the hammer big once. Jean wielded desperately to step back.

This is because the narrower the distance, the less Goltep can do. A long, huge weapon can easily destroy it. It was not suitable to take away the clinging enemy.

'Shall we avoid?'

Or shall we take it back?

I had to bear the strain on my body if I hit it back. Even if the blessed Looncandel's body and seven-star, a blow containing Goltep's soul is bound to put pressure on the body.

'Attack.'

There is only one reason for abandoning a more efficient choice.

I wanted to enjoy the name Looncandel a little more. He is the proudest member of the family of those mad monsters, the brightest monster of Looncandel, and no longer a displaced loser.

But I will never forget those miserable days.

That's how the desire to shout to the whole world is pounding down my chest.

Oops...!

At the moment of the clash, the whole body seemed to float in shock. However, the shock delivered by the sword shook the body once and went somewhere, which led to two steps back.

Big! The fishy taste spreads in my mouth in an instant. The blood that came up through the throat was sticking out through the lips, and when I got back into position.

Goltep was seen picking up the floundering hammer. He, too, was bleeding, and a couple of fingers were broken and rattled.

When Looncandel gives you the flesh, your opponent gives you the bone. When Looncandel fell into a small quagmire, his opponent had to roll over the edge of the sky.

Looking at Jean again rushing in, Goltep had no choice but to feel his defeat. Even if you take it off, push it, hit it, and use evil, the boy is unlikely to give you a distance.

It was the first time in my life that a giant hammer that I used in my life was resentful.

"Shame on you!"

Nevertheless, Goltep reaches out the hammer again. He is also a warrior. A warrior who knows pride, honor, and sometimes can adapt to defeat.

Now that Javier's name has been mentioned, even if he dies, he cannot end the duel.

As if the broken fingers were nothing, the hammer was still moving fiercely.

But it won't last long. The moment Bradamante bounced the hammer, a small whirlpool of counterflow, which began with a rapidly raised anor, was poking through the body.

Whoo, whoo...!

Jin and Goltep's wild breath drifts through the weapons. Every time he clenched his teeth and wielded a weapon, the blood spattered from his mouth was evaporating in the heat of the orator.

Kang! KaKang! Quang!

Goltep's desperate expression made the iron crackling sound. Goltep's Orser gradually went out, and Jean adjusted accordingly. Because there was no need to overdo it anymore.

In other words, the outcome has already been decided.

"Will you be willing to reveal information about Kinselo if you can save it?"

I also didn't know when I could meet an official of Kinselo. There is Bubar Gaston, but the size of Kinselo exceeds expectations, so approaching him has become a matter of concern.

"Puh-huh, you don't know the Baeng-lang law. Even if it's not Kinselo, the snitch is only death. And as long as it has become an honorable duel, it cannot be stopped. Jean Looncandel."

"I know the rules. Sometimes life may be more important than the law, so I asked."

"None of the Baengnangs has such a coward!"

"Then I'll try not to ask you to be a snitch in the future. To your own kind."

"He's a good guy for Looncandel."

Yay!

Goltep began to squeeze out the last auror. For a moment, he'll be able to gain more strength than he has.

It is to build up all the vitality of the warrior, commonly called the geniuses, to form an auror. Looking at the hammer that was blazing up and down, Jean took the first step.

"Oh, it was fun. Do you mean the last one is an efficient fight?"

If you don't stand up to them, it's no use to burn your life to bring them up.

If Jean avoided it, Goltep could not afford to seize it again and sit on the fight board.

Jean shook her head.

"No, I salute you as the same warrior. I'll give you a fitting ending."

At that moment, what Jin thought of was a battle with Muron Zipple.

Mureon cut through the gates of hell, and once was lifted while he was losing consciousness...a shroud that had covered one area of...

'Benda.'

No one has ever told me.

Jean was reciting the spell, as was the case with the old Runkandel horsemen at full strength. Venda, cut that...….

Hey, hey.

Darkness spread through the sword. The blazing spirit enveloped Bradamante, forming a black blade of shadow.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Goltep looks at its power and exudes admiration as if honored. Young-gi, the very power that the first lyric of Looncandel a thousand years ago made Javier sleep.

Some Baengnangs regard the power as cursing and ominous.

Goltep thought it was an honor for him to face the same end as Javier.

"Wara, Jean Looncandel!"

It's cut it.

The moment Jin recited his spell and moved forward.

Like a giant torch, Goltep's hammer was struck. The light of the cave brightened up the two faces for a moment.

Stick!

Bradamante's black blade devoured the light and cut the hammer.

Jin's face is revealed in the middle of the fall as if he were falling from side to side as if he were pouring out two halves of two broken hammers. Facing that glance, Goltep was smiling.

Oh, my...!

Half a beat late, Goltep's body split in half. Jean, who had gathered the sword, breathed out a hard breath.

Jin, who was looking at Goltep's body, paid silent tribute in a moment, and turned back and walked toward Enya.

"It was a good match, Golph Harpalem. Let's remember the name."

with such a profound sympathy