The "Evil God' servants " appeared as the boss of the losing event in the middle stage of the game , and has been a powerful enemy that has often stood in the way of Arthur and his friends ever since.
What would happen if such a monster, which even in its bare form surpasses the still-growing Arthur, were to take in a hero who has established an age?
The answer to this question was now before Ghardias' eyes.
It was not a metaphor, but a battle of another level that did not even allow for a blink of an eye.
The jet-black armor suddenly vanished as Ghardias looked on with the utmost caution, and the ground on which the enemy had been standing until just before was blown away by the impact.
At that point, Ghardias finally realizes that the enemy has stepped in.
"■■■■■"
The agility of the general's alertness is broken through by his speed. From there, at close range, he delivered a fatal blow. The spear is inserted at an angle in a hurry, but is blown away by the receiver as well.
As he is lifted into the air, the black shadow closes in. Without a pause, a follow-up shot flashes out to slice his throat.
"Don't you dare!"
This time, Ghardias parried the sword.
The previous attack and defense was done while keeping his foot on the ground. The reason for this is the fact that the direction to release the power was limited, but if it is in the air, which can be passed back, forth, left, right, anywhere, it can be "received" by simply relaxing.
Even so, if the timing or angle is wrong, he will die, but Ghardias, who is a master of the spear, makes no mistake.
Furthermore--
"Huh, shh!"
Without stopping to break the force of the spear, he spins his body around. He adjusts the centrifugal force of the spear so that it hits him when he turns around and strikes his family with a perfect counterattack.
The counterattack, which added to his strong body trained as a general and the power of his enemy, was a counterattack.
"Still, this is about as much as I can do."
Only a slight loss of armor.
As he watches the damage being repaired with a resounding thud, Ghardias senses a growing sense of death.
'■■■■!
"Hahaha."
A smile naturally overflowed from his mouth.
Decades have passed since he became the strongest in Arcadia both in name and reality. The legends he has built up are innumerable, and his name has been heard on as many battlefields as the number of battles he has fought.
He is simply strong as a living creature, superior as a sage, and without flaw, he is the pinnacle of his age. Even Isaac, who was considered to be his rival, was confident that he could kill him in the end if they clashed with each other to the fullest.
Such a man has long felt a chill in his back. The last time he felt it was when he was still young. It was the moment he saw the battles of the great generals who colored the era of that time.
"Just like back then, huh?"
In other words, the enemy in front of him...
'I thought I had climbed to the top with a single spear, but now I see that I am the one to challenge him."
Ghardias glanced at the dependents, remembered the difference in their abilities that he had sensed earlier, and then made up his mind.
He was not going to be able to win at this point. If he dies, the threat in front of him will turn to the citizens. That is the only thing he must prevent.
There is no need to think about how to stop it.
The means are already in his hands.
(What remains to be done is the same.)
Quiet, gentle, deep concentration. Gardias, whose nature is the exact opposite of Schneizel's explosive fighting spirit, slowly readies his spear.
Slow, too slow a movement for a household member. But they did not blame him for it.
The instinct of a monster was appealing to him. It was not an opening. If anyone tries to touch it, he or she will be hurt.
"Come to think of it, I have never seen my limits. Just as well. Let's try it with you."
--It is not only the carriers of the new generation who react to Argiano's tricks and become stronger.
One of the old generation, whose role has already come to an end, rejected his own limitations.
Once he does so, everything he has built up to this point will propel him into a new realm.
Even the hellish scene of dead bodies all around him does not enter into Ghardias' consciousness now. The horrific scene and the foul smell are all just impurities to the spear.
He sharpened the spear, shaved off the excess, and it began to move as if it were sliding.
Like a falling leaf, the approach is elusive. The spear is like a falling leaf, and the other spearmen respond with a flutter of their blades,
"Ah!"
A single flash of the blade. The spear sharply pierces its right hand.
"¡■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■!"
The dependents who did not want to be chased forcibly swung the sword away to the side. Naturally, it is a formidable force that cannot be taken seriously, but Ghardias slammed the spear to the ground and fled to the sky in a pole vaulting motion.
Overhead is a clear weak point in a battle between humans. In addition, there is usually no opportunity to master the art of sword cutting from the ground to the sky, thus limiting the enemy's offensive potential.
By simply flying into the air, Ghardias had a two-fold advantage:
'Here, it's lighter."
Three advantages.
Only in the open space of the sky could he easily channel his overwhelming power. He could also turn the power he channeled into attack.
He danced in the sky, where he could easily pass on the tyrannical attack and turn it into an attack - but that level of counter was just a rehash of what he had done earlier.
When the dependent realized that Galdias was not going to inflict much damage, he ignored all the attacks and began to shift the weight of his consciousness to the offensive. Then,
"Gugu, oh!
A single killing blow was delivered like a barrage of slashes. Not only did it not approach, but it immediately retreated, or else its entire body would be torn to shreds by the overwhelming offensive. There was no chance of victory even if they met head-on.
"This is a little tough."
Tough. The "Ghardias" who said so, however, for some reason, showed his spear in one hand and prepared to charge.
『■■！？』
The "Dumbass". The general's charge was so honest that he was willing to say so.
The direction of the attack was a storm of slashing blows.s of the Schneizel he knows are unleashed in succession.
"Ha, ha!"
He evaded the first blow and laughed.
"Haa!"
The second blow cuts through his skin, but he closes the distance even more.
"Koh--"
Then, at the same time as he made a special breathing sound, he went for the third blow with his spear.
Naturally, the overwhelming difference in specifications pushed him over the edge and he was hit. However, he continued to aim his spear at the fourth, fifth, and sixth attacks, and the bullets gradually became smaller and smaller, and then--
"I can see it."
The spear is then aimed at the target, and the momentum is killed by applying force in the opposite direction, before the power of the technique is applied.
『■■』
The slave Ghardias is not a good speaker. He can't say a single witty thing and doesn't even attempt to say them in the first place.
He has always shown everything with his spear. And it is the same today. He speaks with his spear, which reflects his life, just as the nobles inspire the people with their decorated words.
--He will not let Arcadia fall as long as he lives.
Deepening focus. The spear, sharpened to the utmost limit, gradually reaps the storm of tyranny. One by one, he parries the deadly blows, approaching step by step, and then,
"What the hell is this?"
The atmosphere of Ghardias changes slightly. Having already mastered his own instrument, he has crossed a boundary in his quest for further growth.
In his mind's eye, a strange scene appeared for a moment. A world of endless darkness and nothingness. A huge door that seemed to be sealed, and a tired-looking young man standing in front of it.
The young man is slightly surprised to see Ghardias, and then his lips quiver.
"I'm surprised you made it all the way here by yourself Too bad it was not you."
Immediately after such a voice echoed directly into his brain, Ghardias' conscious returned to normal. There was no trace of the bizarre world he had seen until just before, and his dependent was right in front of him.
"What the hell was that?"
This is a realm that neither Isaac, Schneizel, Norwin, nor anyone else living in this time period knows about yet.
Arjano, watching the battle from far away, opened his eyes slightly. His astonishment was proof that Galdias had exceeded his expectations.
"I didn't expect him to go beyond that without the help of Nicholas. I guess this is another reward for me
The "Evil God' servants " appeared as the boss of the losing event in the middle stage of the game , and has been a powerful enemy that has often stood in the way of Arthur and his friends ever since.
What would happen if such a monster, which even in its bare form surpasses the still-growing Arthur, were to take in a hero who has established an age?
The answer to this question was now before Ghardias' eyes.
It was not a metaphor, but a battle of another level that did not even allow for a blink of an eye.
The jet-black armor suddenly vanished as Ghardias looked on with the utmost caution, and the ground on which the enemy had been standing until just before was blown away by the impact.
At that point, Ghardias finally realizes that the enemy has stepped in.
"■■■■■"
The agility of the general's alertness is broken through by his speed. From there, at close range, he delivered a fatal blow. The spear is inserted at an angle in a hurry, but is blown away by the receiver as well.
As he is lifted into the air, the black shadow closes in. Without a pause, a follow-up shot flashes out to slice his throat.
"Don't you dare!"
This time, Ghardias parried the sword.
The previous attack and defense was done while keeping his foot on the ground. The reason for this is the fact that the direction to release the power was limited, but if it is in the air, which can be passed back, forth, left, right, anywhere, it can be "received" by simply relaxing.
Even so, if the timing or angle is wrong, he will die, but Ghardias, who is a master of the spear, makes no mistake.
Furthermore--
"Huh, shh!"
Without stopping to break the force of the spear, he spins his body around. He adjusts the centrifugal force of the spear so that it hits him when he turns around and strikes his family with a perfect counterattack.
The counterattack, which added to his strong body trained as a general and the power of his enemy, was a counterattack.
"Still, this is about as much as I can do."
Only a slight loss of armor.
As he watches the damage being repaired with a resounding thud, Ghardias senses a growing sense of death.
'■■■■!
"Hahaha."
A smile naturally overflowed from his mouth.
Decades have passed since he became the strongest in Arcadia both in name and reality. The legends he has built up are innumerable, and his name has been heard on as many battlefields as the number of battles he has fought.
He is simply strong as a living creature, superior as a sage, and without flaw, he is the pinnacle of his age. Even Isaac, who was considered to be his rival, was confident that he could kill him in the end if they clashed with each other to the fullest.
Such a man has long felt a chill in his back. The last time he felt it was when he was still young. It was the moment he saw the battles of the great generals who colored the era of that time.
"Just like back then, huh?"
In other words, the enemy in front of him...
'I thought I had climbed to the top with a single spear, but now I see that I am the one to challenge him."
Ghardias glanced at the dependents, remembered the difference in their abilities that he had sensed earlier, and then made up his mind.
He was not going to be able to win at this point. If he dies, the threat in front of him will turn to the citizens. That is the only thing he must prevent.
There is no need to think about how to stop it.
The means are already in his hands.
(What remains to be done is the same.)
Quiet, gentle, deep concentration. Gardias, whose nature is the exact opposite of Schneizel's explosive fighting spirit, slowly readies his spear.
Slow, too slow a movement for a household member. But they did not blame him for it.
The instinct of a monster was appealing to him. It was not an opening. If anyone tries to touch it, he or she will be hurt.
"Come to think of it, I have never seen my limits. Just as well. Let's try it with you."
--It is not only the carriers of the new generation who react to Argiano's tricks and become stronger.
One of the old generation, whose role has already come to an end, rejected his own limitations.
Once he does so, everything he has built up to this point will propel him into a new realm.
Even the hellish scene of dead bodies all around him does not enter into Ghardias' consciousness now. The horrific scene and the foul smell are all just impurities to the spear.
He sharpened the spear, shaved off the excess, and it began to move as if it were sliding.
Like a falling leaf, the approach is elusive. The spear is like a falling leaf, and the other spearmen respond with a flutter of their blades,
"Ah!"
A single flash of the blade. The spear sharply pierces its right hand.
"¡■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■!"
The dependents who did not want to be chased forcibly swung the sword away to the side. Naturally, it is a formidable force that cannot be taken seriously, but Ghardias slammed the spear to the ground and fled to the sky in a pole vaulting motion.
Overhead is a clear weak point in a battle between humans. In addition, there is usually no opportunity to master the art of sword cutting from the ground to the sky, thus limiting the enemy's offensive potential.
By simply flying into the air, Ghardias had a two-fold advantage:
'Here, it's lighter."
Three advantages.
Only in the open space of the sky could he easily channel his overwhelming power. He could also turn the power he channeled into attack.
He danced in the sky, where he could easily pass on the tyrannical attack and turn it into an attack - but that level of counter was just a rehash of what he had done earlier.
When the dependent realized that Galdias was not going to inflict much damage, he ignored all the attacks and began to shift the weight of his consciousness to the offensive. Then,
"Gugu, oh!
A single killing blow was delivered like a barrage of slashes. Not only did it not approach, but it immediately retreated, or else its entire body would be torn to shreds by the overwhelming offensive. There was no chance of victory even if they met head-on.
"This is a little tough."
Tough. The "Ghardias" who said so, however, for some reason, showed his spear in one hand and prepared to charge.
『■■！？』
The "Dumbass". The general's charge was so honest that he was willing to say so.
The direction of the attack was a storm of slashing blows.s of the Schneizel he knows are unleashed in succession.
"Ha, ha!"
He evaded the first blow and laughed.
"Haa!"
The second blow cuts through his skin, but he closes the distance even more.
"Koh--"
Then, at the same time as he made a special breathing sound, he went for the third blow with his spear.
Naturally, the overwhelming difference in specifications pushed him over the edge and he was hit. However, he continued to aim his spear at the fourth, fifth, and sixth attacks, and the bullets gradually became smaller and smaller, and then--
"I can see it."
The spear is then aimed at the target, and the momentum is killed by applying force in the opposite direction, before the power of the technique is applied.
『■■』
The slave Ghardias is not a good speaker. He can't say a single witty thing and doesn't even attempt to say them in the first place.
He has always shown everything with his spear. And it is the same today. He speaks with his spear, which reflects his life, just as the nobles inspire the people with their decorated words.
--He will not let Arcadia fall as long as he lives.
Deepening focus. The spear, sharpened to the utmost limit, gradually reaps the storm of tyranny. One by one, he parries the deadly blows, approaching step by step, and then,
"What the hell is this?"
The atmosphere of Ghardias changes slightly. Having already mastered his own instrument, he has crossed a boundary in his quest for further growth.
In his mind's eye, a strange scene appeared for a moment. A world of endless darkness and nothingness. A huge door that seemed to be sealed, and a tired-looking young man standing in front of it.
The young man is slightly surprised to see Ghardias, and then his lips quiver.
"I'm surprised you made it all the way here by yourself Too bad it was not you."
Immediately after such a voice echoed directly into his brain, Ghardias' conscious returned to normal. There was no trace of the bizarre world he had seen until just before, and his dependent was right in front of him.
"What the hell was that?"
This is a realm that neither Isaac, Schneizel, Norwin, nor anyone else living in this time period knows about yet.
Arjano, watching the battle from far away, opened his eyes slightly. His astonishment was proof that Galdias had exceeded his expectations.
"I didn't expect him to go beyond that without the help of Nicholas. I guess this is another reward for me
