Magic Girl Linn's Wonderful Adventure

"Then I'll step down for the time being and continue to prepare for the next war."

After Honglian left the main camp, some soldiers came to report to her.

"Lord Hong and Honglian, the army is ready. We can start again at any time."

"Hum, it's really effective. The wounded soldiers are in good condition."

"As a soldier of croquetia, even if he is seriously injured, he must fight to the end!"

See soldiers with fear expression said such words, but instead caused red lotus displeasure.

"Who said that?"

"... is the metaphor of his Majesty the Kingdom and the king all the time."

Red lotus looked back to the main camp, but also issued a sneer.

"Hum, I used my subordinates as props... It's still some time before I'm scheduled to march again. Pass on my instructions and ask the soldiers to strengthen the defense around the camp, and make use of these time to do moderate rest and treatment."

"This, this instruction..."

Hearing what Honglian said, the soldier's face looked as if he could not believe it.

"Any complaints?"

"No, I'll send your instructions immediately."

In order to avoid angering Honglian, the soldiers left quickly. From his slightly joyful eyes, we can see that the king croquetia must have never given such instructions. Therefore, Honglian also felt sad for these soldiers.

Feng Hua Sheng Huang, who rushed to the front line, could see the army of croquetia standing in front of the camp. She was stationed at the mouth of the national Valley, and she also got more information about the flame magic swordsman.

"The flaming swordswoman is just like the devil standing in purgatory..."

"Flaming... Demons..."

Recalling the enemy general's appearance described by the wounded soldiers who retreated from gukou, ora began to worry about whether it was Honglian. After all, the isatrian army in gukou always made good use of the terrain and could not be broken through quickly. Only Honglian, who often got along with herself, could see through the weakness of its layout, But even so... Ora didn't want to think that this was her.

After several days of relative observation in the barracks of the two sides, the isatrian army has also done a good job in reorganizing the front-line army, and wants to take the initiative to attack first, while the Croatian side is ready for defense after getting information.

"I didn't expect it was you... Honglian."

"Disappointed?"

Honglian clenched her sword and seemed to be ready to fight at any time. Looking back at the emperor's reply to her, she still thought silently.

"Raise your 'symbol of the king' and give instructions to your army."

In the red lotus such a words finish saying, the holy emperor also seems to be determined to pull out the holy sword on the waist.

The edge of the holy sword was shining in the sunlight, and then the sword tip was waved to the other end of the enemy, and the isartian army began to attack. The high momentum did not seem to be weakened by the previous defeat, of course... This is also because the holy emperor, who represents the absolute victory, led them this time.

Red lotus, the leader of croquetia, was standing behind the emperor. Although she had already known the emperor's swordsmanship, she could see that red lotus was more careful to observe her actions in such a war.

At this time, as Hong Lian expected, even though her army was not strong, she told her soldiers not to have a direct conflict with the emperor before the war, because... She understood the "Curse of the holy sword" that other people didn't know.

The emperor's injuries are becoming more and more serious. It's not that he is incompetent to deal with the enemy, but that he has to bear these injuries in order to protect his soldiers.

"... that's stupid."

The more injured the emperor is, the more hindered his action will be. In the eyes of the soldiers of crocketia, their morale is more and more intense. However, in the expression of Honglian, they can not find any pleasure. On the contrary, they are angry and can not tolerate the emperor's idea.

"Get out of the way!"

The magic of the flame is given to the sword, and the red lotus forces away the soldiers in front of us. One of the lunges is to rush straight to the holy emperor. In the face of the fierce flame girl, of course, the holy emperor is ready to attack.

"Ah

When the two sides fought each other, the flame also forced the soldiers around to retreat. Then the two men waved several swords to each other continuously. The bladed gas also caused the two sides' armies to be divided into two sides in fear. Honglian's attack was more and more fierce, and the emperor was not willing to show his weakness to counter attack.

"Don't you use the power of the sword?"

Honglian's question was only answered by the emperor in silence.

The holy emperor, who was full of hesitation in his eyes, kept fighting back with equal strength, but he did not rule out the possibility of using the power of the holy sword, because... The sense of emptiness in his heart was even more obvious in such a battle.

"If you don't use it any more, you will lose the battle."

In terms of time, although Honglian didn't learn sword skills and magic as long as Shenghuang, before Shenghuang met Honglian, she had to break through the obstacles by herself. After all, no one dared to compete with her as Shenghuang. On the contrary, Honglian not only had the guidance of Shenghuang, but also could discuss with her. In terms of obstacles, it was much easier to break through than self-study.

"It's true that the sword exists for the people, not for me... The king's duty is to remove all threats for isatrian!"

All of a sudden, the emperor's eyes changed, and the "symbol of the king" in his hands also showed intense golden brilliance. The air flow from the sword and himself forced the two armies to retreat.

"... I'm sorry."

As soon as she saw the power of the holy sword breaking out, Honglian also found that the soldiers in the rear had been greatly affected. After all, the legend of Fenghua holy emperor had been deeply rooted in the hearts of every people in the southern continent. Now the oppressive momentum made them even more afraid, but what made Honglian even more uncomfortable was another thing.

"Aurra... Compared with hesitation in wielding my sword, do you really think it will be easier to accept the curse of the holy sword?"

At this time, Honglian clenched the sword in her hand. Although her eyes were full of reluctance, she rushed to the Fenghua emperor without fear of the power of the holy sword.

On the other hand, the holy emperor threw the sword at one stroke, and the glory of gold also gathered on the sword body in an instant. After he waved the sword in his hand, the scattered golden blade also hit Honglian in a straight line

Disillusioned dream, that is the glass heart that can't recover

The consciousness of the holy sword and the confusion in her heart, but the girl has no choice

The only fact we can understand is that we can support our own strength around us, which is not only the gift of bondage, but also the key to start the wheel of destiny

Dust and sand are flying. On the battlefield of isatrian and croquetia, the armies of both sides are quite silent. When the wind blows away the smoke, unexpected results appear in front of them

The light of the holy sword gradually dissipated, which was the symbol of "the end of the war" that the isartian army had always thought. Of course, there was no exception this time

The two men who were silent on the battlefield, one was the emperor of isatrian, the other was the girl who had once served her, but now she was the leader of the enemy. The blood was dripping down the blade to the earth, and the sharp sword was stabbing the emperor's chest.

"Oh..."! Lord Honglian has dodged the attack! We won

"... win... Win! Fenghua emperor was defeated by our Lord Honglian! "

The whole army of croquetia was looking at it in a daze, but also under the shouts of several soldiers, all of them cheered wildly, because... The sword really told everyone the victory or defeat of the battle. Looking back at the isatrian army, their eyes still couldn't believe the result in front of their eyes.

"Why..."

Honglian pulls out her sword, and the doubt also blurts out. The holy emperor who falls on her doesn't understand what's going on. The holy sword attack, which should have been a direct hit, passes by Honglian with some slight deviation.

"What did I... Do? For the sake of Honglian, I..."

As for the question of Honglian, the emperor also wanted to make it clear. She looked at the "symbol of the king" tightly in her hand with her blurred vision. She only knew that she had violated the consciousness of the holy sword, and also brought her guilt of failing to live up to the expectations of the soldiers.

"Let go of your majesty!"

"Villain of the desert! Let go of your majesty

"Let's go and help the emperor!"

As soon as the emperor fell into the arms of the enemy's generals, the soldiers of isatrian decided to recognize the reality and rushed to rescue their monarch. The momentum that surged up immediately surprised the second army of crockets.

"What are those guys doing?"

"We should have won. How..."

Isatrian's army rushed to Honglian with her sword, but she placed the emperor on the ground and quickly retreated to the rear army.

"Withdraw the garrison at gukou. The result of this war is obvious. We will attack again after reorganization."

At Honglian's command, the whole army of croquetia, who admired her defeat of the holy queen, also returned to the garrison at gukou according to the instructions. In addition, the isatrian army, after saving the holy queen, also decided to withdraw to the capital city first.

After returning to gukou camp, croquetia began to strengthen the reorganization of soldiers and the defense of the camp. But at this time, in the main camp, the expression on the king's face seemed to be waiting for the explanation of Honglian's retreat.

"Why did our army withdraw without my instructions?"

The gloomy question with anger scared all the generals, but Honglian stood up without fear.

"It's my instruction that the enemy holy emperor is seriously injured. He has always been the pillar of the country. In order to save him, his army and people will become more difficult. If that war continues, it will only increase the casualties of our army."

"Well, the number of croquetian troops is twice as much as that of the enemy. Anyway, if the soldiers die, they can be called up again. I think you have no intention to kill the enemy monarch for the sake of some casualties."

"Oh, you can see that."

As soon as the words of Honglian came out, King crocteah immediately winked. All the soldiers raised their spears and pointed at her.

"I thought that if I killed the emperor, it would make you lose your fun. It seems that I have done too much."

"Oh? Is that what you think? Hum... It's true that if you kill me, I can't prove that my strength is far better than that Fenghua emperor. I'll let you go this time. There's no next chance. Go back. "

With the king's permission, Honglian turned around and left with the generals.

Looking at her back, the king's eyes lit up anger, and began to think that Honglian might be inferior to the emperor in the future, so he ordered her to reduce her leadership authority. Of course... No one dared to resist the king's will, but after the defeat of the emperor, the soldiers of croquetian also talked about Honglian in private.

"Lord Honglian is really powerful."

"Maybe it's more powerful than the king. After all, even Fenghua emperor is defeated by her."

"Shh! Don't talk nonsense. Don't worry about your life! "

"No matter what the strength is, compared with the leadership of the king... I still want to work under the leadership of Lord Honglian, at least she will treat us as human beings..."

"I, I don't want to live in the face of fear any more. Fortunately, I am under the management of Honglian."

All kinds of discussions are about admiration and admiration for Honglian. Of course... No one dares to report these words to the king, because if he gets angry, the sword in his hand must be stained with the blood of the informer in front of him, and then a large number of soldiers will be slaughtered

On the other hand, after the emperor returned to the capital city of isatrian, she went back to the palace bedroom with her own willpower. No matter how serious the sword wound was, it seemed to be relieved by the power of the sword. Of course, the dressing of the wound was left to shiviya who knew that she was her daughter.

Late at night, in the quiet bedroom and the two silent people, Sylvia looks at the holy sword in ora's hand. Even if she is seriously injured, she will never let go of the "symbol of the king", which makes her feel like a shackle to the king in front of her.

"Sword... Don't you put it aside? If you hold the sword all the time, you'll be very hurt. "

Silence... It's still silence. Aura sits in her chair and looks at the moon in the night sky from the French window. She doesn't have any expression on her face, and it's hard to guess what she's thinking. However, this kind of emperor makes shivya feel sad, and she also puts her hands on the hand of the emperor holding the sword, hoping to let the emperor release his hand.

"This..."

It's just an instant image, but it's like the pain of constantly binding consciousness.

"The symbol of the king" is full of the will of the former king of isatrian in the past dynasties. Like a curse, it binds the present-day holders, fighting for the people... Getting hurt for the people... Even dying for the people. This consciousness is constantly conveyed to the emperor by the sword.

"Why... Why does this sword... Your majesty, let go of this sword! Now you must rest. You can't bear the will entrusted by the sword all the time

"... if I let go of this sword, I will not have the courage to hold it again. I have disobeyed the expectations of the people and can not betray them any more..."

"... what's going on?"

Xiweiya, who had not been to the front line, did not understand this sentence. The emperor held the handle of his sword tightly, but his face was sad that he did not understand.

"The enemy of isatrian must be eradicated... This has always been the case, but I disobeyed this idea. To Honglian..."

"Red lotus? Did the flaming devil in the soldier's mouth refer to her? Why... "