Chapter 273
Chapter 273
After that, Siegfried’s swordsmanship became remarkably stable just by swinging the sword a few more times.
I wonder what kind of sensation it is, so even if I ask, it seems that it is difficult for me to explain. I just don’t know anything at first, but gradually I feel like this is right?
“It’s amazing. But I’m glad I don’t think I’m going to lose to the hero yet.”
“What dude? No way. Get out the knife! Do it again!”
“I’m about… Hmm, no. I’d better try it.”
This time, I was going to cast “You’re not fucking good at games”, but I decided to accept it because I thought that if my fencing skills were at this level, spirit skills and magic would have improved. In fact, sparring with a stronger Siegfried would benefit me as well.
“But is it okay if I show my fighting power anywhere like this? What does the Empire say?”
“Of course you will?”
Seeing Siegfried’s immediate reply with a very impudent expression, I just nodded my head instead of asking a question. Ji said he would take care of it. Putting down the wooden swords and naturally pulling out the real swords, the students who were watching began to become more agitated as they prepared.
“Ah, I’ll tell you in advance so I can make an excuse later, but I also use something other than swordsmanship now?”
“Oh? Did you learn something new? Magic?”
“Exactly, it’s a magic tool.”
As I was about to take off the cape and put it down, I thanked Cheryl for naturally approaching and holding it in, then I took a deep breath and whistled lightly to pull out one of the needles.
“What the fuck is this?”
Sure enough, Siegfried widened his eyes and was shocked to see the needle floating next to me. Yes, you know the True Father’s weapon.
“Your brother… have you become Mary Poppins…?”
Manage this fucking expression! Facial expression control!
“…what else is that?”
I managed to hide the fact that I was going to burst into bread at the unexpected attack with a crumpled expression. Yem disease. I expected drips like Eldu Udonta or Eldumia, but I never imagined they would skip two steps and say something like that. Siegfried answered my question with a meaningful smile as he looked at the needle still floating.
“Ah, yes. It’s a name for a really cool real man.”
is this kid?
“It sounds like a girl’s name for something like that. Aren’t you trying to trick me?”
“Ah, no! What are you talking about! Why am I cheating on my brother? What’s wrong with me?”
He looks like he’s not going to be a real wizard. you’re lying Not forgetting to look suspiciously at Siegfried, who was taken aback as soon as he was hit, I stopped Laika from climbing up to the arena. Laika always makes me fight against people weaker than me without any burden.
“Hya, the more I look at it, the more interesting it gets. What’s the name of that magic tool?”
“I just called it a needle.”
“Why don’t you call it Yaka Arrow?”
“Why do you make it so pointlessly difficult to sing? Stop talking nonsense and get ready.”
While giggling, ‘Life is really fucking amazing.’ Seeing Siegfried muttering, a smirk came out. It makes me look forward to seeing what kind of expression he will make when he learns the truth later.
“Eh, Ega, Assistant Professor? Didn’t you use a wooden sword to finish it in moderation?”
While we were ready and facing each other, Griffith approached belatedly and brought up the story as if he was very embarrassed, and Siegfried replied instead with a smile.
“The wooden sword is learning, but the real sword is fighting.”
“Yes? What the hell is that…”
“Ah, they say they still can’t win with just swordsmanship.
This time, there was nothing to say because it was an impromptu decision, but it turned out to be Siegfried unintentionally hitting the cover. I responded to Siegfried with a grateful heart.
“You lost to one swordsmanship even after using everything you could use last time.”
“I’ll definitely win today, damn it!”
And, taking my warm reply as a signal, Siegfried dug in without hesitation. It doesn’t stop at a mere physical charge, but as soon as you take four steps, the spirit creates a wind and creates a scene that makes those who cannot receive help from the spirit in battle saddened. However, the speed of Siegfried, who was charging at me, did not increase significantly even after the wind was wrapped around his body, as if it was for acceleration.
It feels different from the wind blades I experienced last time. Is it like a protective shield to block the projectile needle? Maybe it’s as powerful as a crossbow.
“You looked at me so easily.”
-Pip!
the needle rotates
Siegfried’s attention was already on the needle long enough, but he spun it more quickly than usual to feel threatened enough in a brief moment. The sound of the needle scratching the air in his ear grew louder, and at the moment when Siegfried’s forehead noticed an unusual change and frowned, the needle was ejected with the maximum output possible.
The target was half a span from Siegfried’s left ear. It tended to tilt to the right when avoiding reflexively, so even if the reaction was slow, it was the most stable threat point with minimal risk of injury.
-Paang!
Siegfried reacted to the needle with a loud noise that would have damaged him if it had exploded right in his ear. If he could see the path of the needle completely, he wouldn’t have blocked it with his greatsword, so the speed seemed to exceed his expectations and his dynamic vision.
The judgment was good, but it was a handshake. I should have just avoided myself. The needle, which would have split the air if left untouched, collided with Siegfried’s greatsword, creating a roar as if a hammer had struck a piece of metal.
“Crazy fuck?!”
The power of the needle, which could not be slowed even by the wind barrier, was truly amazing. The upper body of Siegfried, who was determined and holding the side of his greatsword with his forearm, twisted to the left, creating an obvious gap.
Of course, as soon as I shot the needle, I already moved, and I didn’t miss the gap and raised it to Siegfried’s right armpit to attempt a slash. Siegfried, who looked straight at me even while his body was twisted, frowned and shouted,
“Retrograde lightning!”
It was a spell for magic without needing to think about it, but I couldn’t react. It was because lightning surged from the ground faster than I could react and flowed through my sword and Siegfried’s greatsword, giving a thrilling impact.
“Isn’t it thrilling brother?”
“You’re not feeling well. There were no signs, so how?”
Ugh from the ear hole! Shocked by the distance, they backed away, but Siegfried, who was also damaged by the electric shock, did the same. Siegfried, who clasped his tingling hands and smiled confidently, corrected his posture and said,
“It’s a skill that allows you to charge up simple attack spells in advance. Looking at it like this, I made it. I named it Battery.”
“It’s so damn good.”
It wasn’t a joke, it wasn’t a level that could be stopped by seeing it as magic poetry. Should I say it felt like magic was suddenly summoned in midair? Magic that is realized faster than the siren or some crazy spearman I’ve experienced in the Empire. Even Siegfried made it? I think it’s at a level that might contribute to a new paradigm like erosion magic on the battlefield?
“It still needs improvement, so there are quite a few restrictions, but it’s good enough to use like this. How do you feel, brother’s progress?”
“I can feel the progress, but at the same time, I can see the same. There were other spells, but the one that can be cast the fastest was the blitz magic I just had, and thank you for letting me know that the rest are not.”
“…Damn it. This is why I don’t like quick-witted guys.”
Elemental magic doesn’t seem to have changed much, magic has been trained in a form of reducing the penalty of spell chanting, and swordsmanship is still less than Griffith, but physical ability is Yekatrina’s level. It’s very diverse in case someone isn’t a warrior.
“I always feel this, but the warrior is a very annoying opponent when it comes to long-term battles.”
“…Is that a compliment?”
“Well. Anyway, so I’m itching for a short-term battle.”
Even after piercing the protection of projectiles and blocking the needles of power that pierce the armored person, the great sword with only a few scratches seems to be worthy of being called a blessed holy sword.
If it’s that strong, won’t it last? That damn talent. No, seeing Yongsachung made me want to try everything I could use.
“Even if the sword is cut, don’t say anything.”
“what?”
Ah, the cool and heavy feeling of the magic flowing through the fingertips coating the sword.
Lightsaber It’s time to return to Eldmia.
“Huh, how can you cut this…”
While Siegfried responded faithfully to my words, he swung his sword with double acceleration. In that brief moment when Siegfried stretched his sword forward to block the diagonal slash that started from the lower left corner, I felt the magical energy I had applied for the irregular acceleration of the sword flow rapidly through the still-building magical organ.
I felt as if antibiotics entered my blood vessels, which I had never felt before, and flowed through my bloodstream. At the same time, once again, I didn’t feel the intense pressure that should have been felt on my muscles.
Finally, as I was surprised by the sword that could be swung faster with much less magic power, my sword lifted Siegfried’s greatsword and cut it.
-Kagagagak!
And with a strong cutting sound, the sparks exploded in an instant as if they were touched by a grinder.
“…Fuck?”
Siegfried’s greatsword had become a greatsword.
Taking advantage of the weapon, Siegfried, who was planning to pierce the sword first to block the attack, then dig in.
“Fuck you crazy!”
Although I made up my mind, honestly, I never imagined it would be cut this cleanly, so I had no choice but to smile awkwardly.
“ha ha ha.”
“What the hell are you splitting! The holy sword turned into a broken rune sword!!”
“Ha ha ha ha ha.”
There are many things that Siegfried collapsed today.
Have fun.