Trinitas Mundus - The Story of Saint Knight Ray

Tria Calendar 325, December 26, 4: 50 p.m.

The town of Adventurers, the meadow north of Periclitle, was engulfed with giant bodily ghost tribes and orgasms, less than half of them short ghost tribes and goblins, wounded and exhausted adventurers, and mercenaries who appeared as reinforcements.

On the slightly south side of that messy battlefield, Ray was fighting.

He led Luke's Holy Knight and Peasant Militia, slaves of the Beast Man, and was aiming for Orvo Kronvar of the Great Ghost Nation, the General of the Enemy. However, it was inhibited by the overwhelming amount of enemy material and isolated as it entered deep within the enemy.

Ray's troops, who lost momentum and stopped their legs, were in a crisis of collapse.

Half of the Saint Knights had already fallen and even the elite Beast Troops had lost two. To the peasant militia, what stands interrupts fifty men, an initial quarter, and even the healer's hazel, a temporary commander, finds himself in a situation where he has to wave his sword on the front line.

After being stuck among the enemies, about twenty minutes later, from the left wing side of the allies, the north side of the meadow, I heard the cheers raised by the adventurers.

From the slightly audible voices, it was heard that reinforcements had appeared.

Without making sure it was true or false, Ray said, "Reinforcements are here! Almost got help! scream." To that voice, the Holy Knight, of course, even the peasant militiamen, flirting and waving spears, responded with cheer.

In fact, at that point Hamish Markat and the other mercenaries were one hundred meters ahead of them. There was just a thick wall between them of goblins swarming like twinkles and the huge orga ahead of them.

A few minutes after the cheer was heard, the movement of the Little Ghost Troops stopped unexpectedly. And from behind, two great ghost warriors and four orgasms appeared.

Orvo pushes forcefully inside the Little Ghost Troop to defeat Ray for “The White Mage”. The captain of the Little Ghost clan said, "You're going to take our grip! shouting," Orvo just raised his mind to kill, without answering, to the front line.

Usually he is so calm and grown-up that he doesn't seem like a rough gh-ass gh-ass gh-ass, but at that time he was taking off the mask of a sober commander and scattering his gh-ass rough-ass.

(Kill him. That's just it... I'll kill whoever gets in the way...)

He liberated the original beastiality of the Great Haunted Clan, looking only at knights in white armor visible forward with murderous eyes. The captain of the Little Ghost clan accidentally gives way to him.

But there were those who could not feel the killing of Orvo. One young Little Ghost warrior became angry at Orvo for ignoring the Little Ghost tribe and stood in front of him.

"The White Mage will defeat us! Though Lord Orvo...... GOOD!

Orvo muttered in a freezing low voice as he double-broke the stand-up Little Ghost Warrior with a giant double-edged axe, "Whoever comes out in front of me kills".

The goblins panicked.

Goblins originally only possess low intelligence. The survival instinct is further limited by the manipulator (Tamer), but his goblins followed a marginal survival instinct and fled to roll in front of Orvo.

The Little Ghost Warriors were also terrified of Orvo and stood up without blaming their families for their actions.

Ray, Orvo's target, was equally horrified. Still, there was a distance of about fifty meters between them, but Ray was feeling strongly about Orvo's burly killing spirit.

But more than that, I felt the Little Ghost Troops were in disarray, and I looked around to see if the escape could be achieved by multiplying this mess.

(No. Completely surrounded... if you move now, the enemy will return to me. If that happens, it will be wiped out before reinforcements arrive. How do I...)

Though the movement of the Little Ghost Troops has been dull, they are overflowing with enemies around, and escape will not come true. He couldn't think of a way to break this situation.

Both armies see Orvo. Not really, he was stopping the attack. Though goblins flee, I hear a shivering voice, so much silence that I don't think was the battlefield dominated the scene.

With every step Orvo takes, as Moses crosses the sea, a path forms before him.

He turned his bloody eyes to the Great Ghost Warrior who followed him, ordering him to say, "We're all going to kill you".

The two young Great Ghost Warriors loved Orvo but were terrified of Orvo with a brutal look on his face. They manage to move, but their legs can't get out in front of them. One, Orvo, moving on to his enemies, looked back silently, causing his appearance to solicit even more fear.

Orvo's eyes are the hallmark of the ghost tribe, but they were usually deep red and made to feel thoughtful. But his eyes turned, stained with bright red like blood, where all he could see was the colour of madness.

Still, the two managed to regain themselves, each pulling two orgasms, forming his left and right rear. They never looked at Orvo again.

At that time, Uno and Siete of the Beast Troops pop up in an attempt to stop Orvo.

"Dear Arklight! We'll buy you time! In the meantime!

Uno felt Orvo's only temper, and tried to become obsessed in order to protect Ray. But Orvo glances at them and says, "It's a blind eye," flashing an axe.

His axe is a giant object with more than 10 kg, but the flashing speed didn't make him feel its weight at all. Even the uno of manoeuvres can't even get close to the detour to the speeds that deviate from their normal tracks.

A few times, he makes an attack, but Orvo, instead of stopping his legs, never even slowed down.

Uno, who felt in a hurry, sends a signal to Siete and the other handout, Quattro, to stop Orvo from legging.

Uno attempted to enter Orvo's nostalgia by sewing between the axes that were shaken unconstructively. Ciete and Quattro were aiming left and right legs by gauging when Orvo's attention would turn to Uno.

But Orvo senses the Uno attack or stops inadvertently. As a result, the timing of Uno went slightly crazy.

Furthermore, Orvo had stopped attacking with an axe and switched to attacking with a fist as good as a man's head. Uno is delayed in responding to that sudden change, taking a blow with a giant fist and being blown away heavily. Siete and Quattro, attacked from left to right, protrude their swords on Orvo's thighs, but are inhibited by their protective gear because of their aim, which does not inflict fatal wounds.

Orvo shrugged, "You're so smart," he swung the double-edged axe he was replacing. The two let go of their swords aggressively, and seemed to have escaped their ordeal, but even they who had been forged through could not escape the slaughter. The two were massively slashed and torn apart, sprinkled with blood, and blown up among the little ghosts.

Orvo lost interest in the Beasts or started heading back to Ray. He runs into the Rays at such a rate that the horse runs, even as he bleeds from both legs.

Two warriors and four orgasms likened to it and followed him in heavy footsteps.

Ranjes Fortunato, the Holy Knight, feared the Great Haunted advance, but soon gave orders to his remaining men.

"Whatever you do, protect your Excellency! The enemy is just big! Aim for your legs!

And he turned to Ray and said, "Please run! He's dangerous! While we hold back......" but couldn't utter any more words in Orvo's footsteps.

He stares at the Orvos as they advance.

(This is the place to die... the demons will survive against you, even Master Arklight. Then there is no future for running away here. Let the enemy blow a bubble at the end...)

Fortunato smiled as quietly as he had agreed. And when you lift the bloody knight sword Broadsword horizontally to the height of your eyes, point your cuttoes at your enemies.

He used only a few remaining magic powers to wrap the power of the Spirit of Light around his sword.

With the darkness looming, his sword shines white, and the surroundings become as bright as day.

Orvo still never slowed down.

Ray had lost his voice to the lighter defeat of the Unos.

(Uno and the others don't deal with each other at all. That awesome Uno...)

Ray was just stunned to see how it was, but the survival of the Beast Troop that appeared beside him, prompting Torres to retreat.

"Run away while you can. I'll punch a hole in the enemy's siege."

But Ray couldn't move. Fortunato also urges us to retreat when Tres tries to say something more.

(I can't even say I'm running away. Besides, the Holy Knight is no match for that great ghost tribe... and you can't abandon everyone...)

Ray's tour lasted about a few seconds, but in those seconds his distance from Orvo and the others narrowed at once.

That's when Fortunato's sword begins to shine bright white. More surviving Saints also stood beside Fortunato and began to wrap light around the sword in the same way.

Ray realized that the Saints were trying to use their magic beyond their limits and said, "It's impotent! If you use any more magic, you'll die! No!" he exclaimed.

Did you hear Ray screaming, Fortunato only turned around once and nodded with a smile.

There was not a single stray in that lucid smile, and Ray looked like a martyr's smile.

Once again, when Ray tried to scream, the Saints clashed with Orvo and others.

Although the two have physical differences as much as adults and children, Ray's eyes only saw the bodies of the Holy Knights for a moment.

At the next moment, the glow of the swords of the Holy Knights swells up to explode, taking away the sight of those who were around them. Shortly afterwards, the sound of metal named Gashan bumping into each other was echoing around.

Slowly opening the lid, which had been inadvertently closed, only one giant figure was left there.

The six Sacred Knights, with the exception of Fortunato, each succeeded in stabbing the Great Haunted Warrior and the Orga. Their swords had determined the hearts of the great ghosts, but the Saints had also fallen powerless. There was no light of life in their eyes lying, and it was out.

Fortunato was going to stab him differently than the enemy general Orvo. He protruded Orvo's chest with a sword full of strength.

(He's going to be stabbed with the enemy general. That's enough......)

He was convinced of the victory and waited for the feeling of the sword of love piercing the chest armor of the enemy general. However, it is inhibited by harder metal than the chest armor. When Fortunato questioned him and raised his face, the blow all over him was held back by a thick double-edged axe. And I see Orvo laughing invincibly.

"Brilliant to be prepared for, but wasted to death."

When Orvo gently waves the axe, Fortunato, which collapses without force, is blown away. Without looking at his men, Orvo sped up his legs again towards Ray.

Ray was terrified by the sight.

Even the life-threatening attack of the Holy Knights did not work for Orvo. Ray stood still.

Torres' "Dear Arklight!" Ray returns to me. When Torres confirmed it, he ran into Orvo.

At this time Orvo felt the protection of the Dark God (Noctis).

(The last knight's attack was at stake. Normally, I wouldn't want to prevent it. But now I have God's protection. It was prevented by a stumbling axe. Now it should be possible to defeat the White Mage. Noctis, give me strength!

In an exalted mood, Orvo moves on.

One beast man appears before him, but he says, "Get out of the way! A bug!" he yelled, eliminating the beast man by simply flashing his axe in annoyance.

Ray looked at that and said, "Mr. Torres! scream."

And I couldn't believe that the rehearsal tress was slashed and thrown away without putting a single machete in it.

When Orvo eliminates Tres, he slowly stands in front of Ray.

"Enough with the miscellaneous fish. White sorcerer. I can finally see you."

When Orvo laughed, saying so, Ray's anger exploded.

"Miscellaneous fish! What do you think people are! If you hadn't come, all of you would have been alive! Take that..."

Orvo responds with a cold smile to Ray's anger.

"That's it for you. Die!"

Orvo's axe strikes Ray.

But the axe never reached Ray.

His axe lost its blade the moment it was shaken down. The pattern broke unbearably because Fortunato was taking a blow all over his body.

Orvo tongues, "Chip," he says, "Only bad luck is a strong guy," and takes out the one-handed sword he's putting on his hips. That was a thick blade sword that was over a mile across a blade that was difficult to handle with both hands if you were a normal human being.

Ray finally managed to regain his cool with Orvo's broken axe.

(Take Everybody's Vengeance "Kaki"! He lost his weapon. If you're unfamiliar with a weapon, I might be able to win... and then we need to keep the little ghosts out of our hands...)

Ray set up the love spear Album Corne and said away around him.

"Apply for a single hit on Orvo Kronvar! Don't let the others get their hands on you! Orvo! If the white sorcerer is horrible, just" kick his ass "around him! You ghosts don't know the heart of a samurai."

To blatant ridicule, the Little Ghost Warriors are annoyed. Orvo, who lost even more of his usual calm, also forgot his original purpose and rode Ray's provocation.

"I'm good enough on my own, like you! Don't let the others get their hands on you!

At this time, Orvo was too excited to realize that reinforcements had appeared on Periclitle's side. Even more unfortunate for the Demon Army was the constriction of the Little Ghost Warriors to Orvo's behavior earlier. They were wondering if, if they tried to get their hands on it poorly in this situation, they would be slaughtered and killed first by the excited Orvo.

Orvo slashed on Ray without looking around. Not his good axe, but an unfamiliar one-handed sword, but the slaughter carried out from its power leaves a sharp wind-cut sound and strikes Ray.

Though critical and deflective, its power was likely to tear even Ray's tough armor Nixwestis apart.

Furthermore, under the killing temper emanating from Orvo's giant, Ray was about to lose his body due to fear.

(Awesome killing. That's all I'm thinking about killing me... no, my body is going to stop doing what it says... there's no way I can beat such a big opponent...)

At that time, the figure of Fortunato and the other fallen Saint Knights comes into sight.

(Mr. Fortunato and the others should have been horrified, too. But those people tried to give me a chance at the expense of my own life... I live at the expense of others. You can't just give up here!

Ray remembers a fellow he fought with dying to keep himself alive. And he remembered his mad anger at Orvo for killing them unharmed, but he also realized the danger of losing his calm.

(Don't leave it to anger. Now I need to think about buying some time...... dozens of people are still alive. Some people can't move because of injuries...... if I die or he dies, I'll hang to kill everyone the little ghost tribe survives. So I have to calm down. But don't let him calm down...)

Ray provokes Orvo with a voice to such an extent that he doesn't sound like the little ghosts around him.

"A force attack doesn't work. This level of slaughter is normal for the mercenary regiment I was in. It's a good spot to look down on. It's no big deal to command the army."

Ray rolls out the spear, though that's good.

Orvo told the mockery of his rival, the white magician, "What!," he growls.

"Isn't that true? Even though there were several times as many differences in power, they fit into my trap... Kuku, even when I said trap, it was like a beast hanging on it..."

Orvo said, "You! You!" he said, waving his sword absurdly.

He had admitted that this defeat was his own fault. If my countrymen had said the same thing, they would have honestly accepted it. Usually he had that much weight.

But I couldn't control my anger when I thought the person I was mocking was the person who put me in. Also, if the opponent looked like a skilled warlord or a warrior in the war, he might still have tolerated it. But no matter what the man in front of me looked like he was over twenty, he was a young man like he was born when he first stood on the battlefield. That further deprives him of his calm.

"You just bugged my comrade, and you're so great? Aren't you beasts who don't think people are people?"

Orvo said, "You're the same person who doesn't think of people as people!," he growled, waving down his sword, continuing his words.

"You burned and killed hundreds of our Sochius compatriots. They and their loved ones! I don't deserve to tell you that!

Ray lost the word to return to the word. But soon he remembered how to summon demons using a woman's body and threw back words of censure.

"You summoned demons using women without sin or the power to resist! What did they do? You used them as tools!

In contrast, Orvo shook down to slap the sword, saying, "You will be the same! You must have been using slaves. Why can you blame us?" I say back.

Ray rolled out his spear and fought back, "That's a trick! scream."

Orvo waved his sword in a sideburn and went on to say more.

"You may have forgotten! But we'll never forget."

Ray scratched his sword in the ducking instructions and said, "What are you talking about!" I asked back.

Orvo swung diagonally up the sword he shook on the horizontal giraffe,

"You took our land and drove our ancestors to the barren land of the east, the land you call“ eternal darkness ", Kwaedam Tenebre! You know how many of our countrymen have scattered their lives as we go to barren land!

Ray was slightly upset by the first facts he heard.

(You say you drove your countrymen? Was the Demons here too originally... If what this guy says is true, this fight may not be an invasion war... Am I doing the right thing? ……

Orvo's words slowed his movements slightly.

As a result, Ray suffers Orvo's unleashed slashing. Orvo's sword hit Ray's left shoulder and scattered the sound and sparks of metal hitting each other around him.

Ray was about to kneel on a heavier blow than expected, but with one right hand he shook up the spear and tore Orvo's left arm right after he shook it out.

Orvo was about to move on to his next attack without groaning at the pain.

Ray waves the spear with one right hand and holds Orvo back.

He distorted his face into pain but was trying not to groan.

(Ugh, it hurts! That's awkward......)

At this time, Ray's left shoulder bone was broken and his left arm was no longer up.

Orvo is pretty sure he's done a lot of damage from the bargain he punched in.

"Well, that's it for you!

Orvo shouted that way, waving his sword wide. He threw the love spear at Orvo's face, saying it was unfavourable to manipulate the spear with one right hand.

Orvo unexpectedly lowered to an unexpected action, unable to take a stop blow.

But Orvo had plenty of room.

"That's really it."

Ray slowly lowers his left hand and sticks out his right long sword.

Orvo gives a thin grin, "Hmm, still resisting," but immediately squeezes his expression, "Die!" He shouted and waved his sword down.

Ray plays the slash with a long sword and accumulates the power of the Spirit with no chant on his further lowered left hand.

(Don't notice... we're almost there...)

With his left arm no longer available, Ray intended to use his left hand's magic formation to unleash magic. But gathering the power of the Spirit without chanting takes a lot of time, and in the meantime, Orvo's attacks need to be provoked.

He took this bet for a reason.

Orvo's swordsmanship is considerably inferior to his good axe technique. Though the powerful offensive power entrusted to him is not insulting, for Ray, who was heavily trained in the Markat Mercenary Corps (Red Arms), swordsmanship to the extent of Orvo was not such a threat.

If I hadn't blunted my movements by the upset, I would have been able to keep avoiding them, and although I wouldn't have been able to inflict fatal injuries, I also thought I could do some damage, one by one.

To buy time, Ray didn't dare do any damage and kept calling Orvo. That's because by doing damage, Orvo could have stopped insulting Ray and restored calm to the trigger.

However, he sustained damage to his left shoulder and his movements were becoming dull due to pain. That's why he abandoned the option of buying time and prioritized his settlement with Orvo.

(He's still losing his cool. I don't know how long it will take for reinforcements to get here, but this isn't a situation I can wait for anymore)

Ray accumulates the power of the Dark Spirit in his left hand.

Now just after the sun had fallen, those who stood on the battlefield had made a long shadow, and in this situation they thought the dark attributes were the least conspicuous.

Ray takes a stormy slaughter of Orvo with one right hand. Originally, his long sword was for one hand, so there was no obstacle to wielding the sword if only pain could be endured.

(Glad to have everyone working out at Fonce. Besides, you're lucky it wasn't on the right. But every time I move, the pain pushes through my body. Just a little more...... OK, I can go!

Ray struck the power of the Dark Spirit accumulated in his left hand into the shadow of a long stretching Orvo.

Previously, it was the magic of "shadow stitching” used by an adventurer, Theron opponent, who was connected to the back society in the city of Morton.

The magic of Ray's unleashed shadow stitching pierced the shadow of Orvo's right arm.

Just then, Orvo was wielding big, and it was exactly the moment he was about to wave his sword down.

Orvo only seemed to be experiencing pain when Ray's movements unleashed magic.

(He's in pain. Now I can take my fellow countrymen's revenge... as long as I serve him... and that's it!

Convinced of his victory, he grinned brutally, "That's it!," he shouted, trying to wave his sword down.

But his arm did not move like it had been grabbed from behind, and he solidified in a defenseless appearance with his arms raised.

"What! Why! What did you do?

Orvo stares at Ray as he puts his strength into his immobile arm.

That's when Ray was sticking his long sword into Orvo's defenseless right side.

Orvo understands Ray's intentions and tries to prevent them with his free, left hand. But Ray's poking was slightly faster.

Orvo, with his sword stuck under his right armpit, said, "Wow!," he growled fiercely.

Its repentant, and sad growl echoes across the meadows.

He reached out his left hand toward Ray as he raised the cry of the Terminator. Ray can't avoid that left hand right after he weighs in and pokes his long sword in.

Ray got his neck firmly grabbed by Orvo's huge hand.

"If only you weren't here!

Orvo puts the force left in his left hand as he endures the pain of being able to burn.

Ray lets go of his sword and resists stripping Orvo's hand with his right hand, but he couldn't resist its all-powerful power and had to groan.

(broken neck... crushed throat... screwed up at the end... Ash! Stella!......)

"Even you... take you on the road..."

Ray's consciousness became clouded as he heard Orvo's cursed voice.

Just before my consciousness flew completely, I felt the power of Orvo, which was tightening, disappear like a fluke. Ray lost consciousness and fell on his back without understanding why.

And while he fell strangely, he felt like Orvo's left hand was still around his neck.

I don't know how unconscious he was, but he regained consciousness in the voice calling himself.

"Ray!"

Called his name again, he slowly opened his eyes. There was Ashley's face staring worryingly.

He removed Orvo's arm, which was still around his neck. Orvo's arm was nicely amputated at the elbow.

When Ashley held Ray up, there was a nostalgic look around her.

Behind Ashley stood Stella with a crying face, and even more behind him was Hamish.

Slowly turning his neck, the face of the Red Arms and the Marcut Mercenaries seemed to be sweeping the Little Ghost Troops.

Ray rubs his throat, trying to hear the situation, but remembers the injuries caused by the severe pain running on his left shoulder.

When he used his remaining magic to perform first aid on his left shoulder, he slowly rose.

"You're safe... Mr. Hamish and the others are here to help."

Ray looked around again when he told him to squeeze out just that.

I don't know how long I had lost my mind, but the fight was already on its way to an end. Looking up at the sky, I realize that it was still stained with cedar, and for a very short time, I was just losing my mind.

(You won? Where's Mr. Randall? And everyone else? ……

Around him were the adventurers who rose the roar of victory as they entered.

The Periclittle offensive closed with a victory on the part of Periclittle.

At the end of the day, it is a dramatic conclusion to say that victory and defeat will be determined by a single hit between the substantial “generals", which will be told until later life.

Along with two names, Ray Arklight was to be known to the world.

But the person in question had many dead, questioning this battle.