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Facts proved that his sudden command was correct, because——from behind, the white whale that broke through the dust cloud rushed over.

The astonishing power made its head bloody and bloody, but the white whale still let out a howling ecstasy and entangled Subaru.

It is menacing, and its leisurely attitude when swimming in the air no longer exists.

The swimming posture became rampant, like a gust of wind, whose speed was comparable to Patrasio's, but in terms of momentum, it was overwhelmingly powerful.

The white whale skimmed the ground, slapped its tail to the ground, and approached suddenly from behind.

Lowering his figure and entrusting all his weight to it, Subaru Lai Yue bet his life on Patraxiu's potential.

Although he only spent a short time with such a devoted and loyal earth dragon, Subaru already trusted him enough to entrust his life.

"Please, Patrasio! Are you a dragon!? Show me your handsome side!"

"Roar--!"

Patrasio roared, and he could feel it from the oncoming wind, and the speed increased again.

The white whale roared and roared, its eardrums were violently hit, and it felt like its vision was blurred.

Dilong went straight forward, focused on running, running, and escaping.

The white whale was swimming, swimming, approaching suddenly as if it was about to devour the Subaru.

However, just when Patraxiu was about to be unable to hold on—two roars in succession, followed by the sound of peeling and breaking.

"Accept the move, let's go——!"

The voices that cannot be ignored sounded more and more frequently, and they kept approaching, and finally cast a huge shadow, facing the white whale amidst the loud noises—the Flügel tree fell.

"——!!!——!"

The magic stone cannon, the invisible blade, the roaring wave—hit at the root by several destructive forces, the giant tree planted by the sages and experienced hundreds of years, crushed the huge body of the human enemy, the white whale.

The weight of the towering tree pressed directly on the white whale from directly above.

In the face of this attack of a different dimension from the previous destructive power, the white whale's tough skin can't play a defensive role.

There were screams, and a strong shock wave swept across the street, forming a storm and blowing away the fog.

Pressed under the big tree, the immobile white whale howled in pain and flicked its tail. Even though it was attacked by that kind of power, it still survived, which made people have to marvel at its terrifying vitality.

However, just as the beluga whale was struggling and trying to escape from the extraordinary weight, a wounded figure suddenly appeared on its nose.

"For my wife, Thearesia Van Astrea—"

Wilhelm, the old man respected by others as the sword ghost, descended brandishing the sword he received from his master.

In order to put an end to this life-and-death fierce battle, to this 14-year feud, and to this 400-year human-whale conflict.

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The shining sword is engulfed in a gust of wind, easily tearing apart the rock-like skin.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh--!!"

The blood seemed to be chasing the old swordsman who was galloping and roaring. The scars left by the blade spurted out blood, dyeing the sky scarlet.

The figure was already scarred, even now, the arms below the left shoulder were barely connected, and the monster blood splashed all over his body mixed with his own blood, turning it pitch black.

There is nothing to expect from the extremely short-term healing magic except to stop the bleeding and restore a little stamina.

The seriously injured state that was ordered to require absolute rest has not changed.

However, looking at the current Wilhelm, who could laugh at him as an old man on the verge of death.

Looking at those sparkling eyes, looking at the galloping firm footsteps, looking at the gorgeous slashing of the sharp blade in his hand, listening to the momentum of the desperate fight, looking at the obsessive brilliance of the soul, who can laugh at it? The old man's life is stupid.

The sharp blade swam away, and the wailing sounded one after another. The white whale twisted its huge body and trembled violently under the stimulation of pain.

The sword demon blade slashed across the back of the monster that could not move under the big tree without any hesitation.

The slash cut from the top of the head tore through the back, pulled to the tail, fell to the ground, and cut back from the lower abdomen to the head.

One sword—long and endless, with a deep and sharp flash of silver light, it turned around and cut the white whale in two.

The sword ghost jumped up and landed on the nose of the stopped beluga whale again.

Flicking the blood-stained sword, the eyes of the sword ghost met the one-eyed white whale—two fates intertwined.

"I don't intend to accuse you of being evil, because it's useless to tell the beasts good and evil, what's between you and me is the law of survival of the weak.

So - sleep - forever! "

In the end, there was a faint roar, and the white whale's eyes lost their brilliance.

The huge body lost its strength and collapsed, and a vermilion turbid flow flowed out along with the tremor of the earth.

Feeling the touch of blood coming from under their feet, no one said a word, the street was filled with silence, and then——

"It's over, Thearesia, finally...!"

Wilhelm stood on the head of the motionless white whale, and shouted to the sky.

The sword fell from his hand, and his free hands covered his face, and the voice of the sword ghost who lost the sword trembled.

"Theresa, I...

The voice is hoarse, but it contains a deep love.

"I love you--!!"

This was a love language that only Wilhelm knew and could not speak to her.

Until the day I lost the person I love the most, I couldn't express my feelings.

This was something that Wilhelm should have said when she asked her about it in the past, and Wilhelm finally said it after decades.

On the body of Moby Dick, the sword ghost who dropped his sword wept and told his love for his deceased wife.

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The other two beluga whale clones that lost their main bodies were affected by the death of the main body. Due to the interruption of the magic power provided by the main body, the physical bodies of the clones could not be maintained.

The avatar, which could only flap back and forth on the ground, gradually disintegrated and turned into mist.

It wasn't until this moment that people finally confirmed that the Beluga Whale of Mist, one of the three major monsters, had been hunted down by them.

"Here, the white whale fell."

The awe-inspiring voice resounded alone in the night of the plain. This voice made the speechless men raise their heads.

Their eyes were all focused on the young girl who was walking leisurely forward on the white ground dragon.

His long green hair was disheveled, and the decorations on his body had become horrible due to the injuries he received in the battle, and his face was also stained with his own blood, making his appearance almost unsightly.

However, this young girl's figure was shining brighter in their eyes than ever before.

If the brilliance of the soul determines the worth of a person, then this is a matter of course.

"—"

Under the eyes of the knights, the dignified girl raised her head and took a deep breath.

Because he lent the sword to Wilhelm, Crusch doesn't wear a sword now.

Therefore, she raised her fist in the air, as if she wanted to show her clenched fist to everyone, "The beast of mist that has lived for 400 years and threatens the world - defeated by Wilhelm Van Astrea Already!!"

"oh oh!!"

"This battle is our victory——!"

A resounding declaration of victory came from the mouth of the lord, and the surviving knights cheered in unison.

On the plain where the fog cleared, there were signs of returning to night.

The moonlight shines on the earth and people, and the night restores its proper appearance.

In this way, the Moby Dick War, which spanned hundreds of years, came to an end.

Cheers spread across the moonlit plain.

The sight of the swords raised by the knights shining brilliantly in the moonlight is so beautiful.

The huge body of the white whale lay lying under the big tree of Fryugel, and the people surrounding the corpse fell into a frenzy.

Everyone was satisfied with this victory and shed tears of emotion for the fulfillment of their sad wish.

However, for Lai Yueang, his battle has just begun.

Because, until now, he has not been able to determine whether Emilia and her party, who were wrapped in the fog before, are alive or dead.

It's a pity that everyone's injuries are too serious now. Even if Wilhelm, the most powerful fighter, is treated first, it will take a while to correct.

Therefore, even if Lai Yueang was anxious, he had no choice but to wait a little longer. He looked towards the direction of the border mansion and clenched his fists tightly.

"With Yawei and Rem around, even the Witch Cult couldn't break through their defenses so quickly, right?

Emilia, I'm almost there, you must be all right! "

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Meanwhile, on the other side—

"It seems to be the plain before, but the sound has spread so far. Could it be that there is some kind of large-scale war?" Emilia asked suspiciously.

"Perhaps, but the reason is that we are too sensitive."

In fact, even in a large-scale war, ordinary knights would not be able to hear the sound from such a distant place.

But who told Emilia and her party to be either elves or half elves, or ghosts and demigods, even the hostile archbishop Petelgeus had the power bestowed by the witch, so they all Can notice these sounds.

"But that's the end of it, right?"

Although the process of being directly stoned to death because of being attracted to attention is a bit funny.

But the result was that the madman who was hit by the meteor hammer lost his life forever without even uttering a dying scream.