Chapter 491 Golden handle (2/2)

”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.