You and me under the world tree

His physical strength was rapidly draining, and the exhaustion and tearing pain that he was very familiar with spread throughout his body.

Even, because his body was gradually becoming sluggish, he felt that his movements were beginning to deform.

And this deformation also means defeat in this elemental bombardment.

"Gu..."

Gritting his teeth tightly, Wittig clenched the Excalibur in his hand.

He cannot fall.

At least not yet!

'boom'

He barely swung his sword, and the blade of wind swept away.

But before he could catch his breath, the magical blade he swung was torn apart.

At this moment, the great king of Hunlan seemed to be completely tired.

He didn't continue to choose to use his long knife that also had elemental magic to attack, but chopped casually.

'zila'

'click'

Accompanied by the sound of something being torn apart, the wind blade of the Excalibur Mimonger was torn to pieces.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

The King of Hunlan just stood there, with that relaxed and casual smile on his face—a sarcastic smile.

"Is the effect of the medicine almost over?"

'boom'

At this moment, a fiery flame ignited on his blade.

"Then let's end here. Since you don't want to surrender, I will give you a grand funeral."

Maybe, it's now!

'boom'

Wittig's pupils shrunk slightly, and what was reflected in the pupils was the oncoming flame.

Not only is it the high-temperature flame that can burn and make the warriors feel hot and painful, but also the power of the blade is mixed with it.

Flame Blade.

After all, it is a blade. If it is just pure flame, it cannot be called a blade at all.

However, none of this matters.

The important thing is that it is a group of flames that can block sight.

Everything around is shrouded!

This is his desperate situation, but at the same time it is also an opportunity!

"Have the opportunity."

The feeling of exhaustion that swept through his whole body hit his brain, but Wittig still clenched the Excalibur in his hand.

A plan emerged almost instinctively in his mind.

If it's the Mimonger Excalibur, it can do it!

Do not!

It should be said that this is possible because of the existence of the Mimonger Excalibur!

"clam down."

Empty your mind and don't be nervous.

Although his mother is an out-and-out human being and the princess of Gitland, his father is quite extraordinary.

Thanks to the father who once set off a storm, not only the blood of elves, but also the blood of giants flowed in his body.

Not to mention whether his father and grandfather are strong, but this bloodline does have considerable benefits for him who aspires to become a warrior.

Because even now, he can clearly distinguish the existence of the enemy.

Great King Etzel of Hungary.

With the blood of the gods flowing in his body, he is the most conspicuous source of oppression no matter where he goes.

"Your bloodline is also your flaw."

Wittig held his breath.

Finally, he moved.

Without any magical means, he just held the sword in both hands and started to charge.

His legs trampled on the ground and he ran all the way.

And when Mimonger's sword edge touched the flame, there was a slight collision sound.

Because these flames born out of thin air are also 'magic'.

As a divine sword that can cut even magic, Mimonger has exerted the original power of the "Supreme Divine Sword" that he had placed high hopes on as the blacksmith Wieland!

It's not magic, but a sharp blade that can cut even magic!

"ZizzZZZZ"

The blade of the Excalibur easily tore through the flames of magic, directly opening a path!

'boom'

Finally, the figure of the warrior rushed out of the flames.

Mimonger, who tore apart the elemental magic, was unscathed!

there! ! !

The field of vision gradually became blurred, but Wittig, relying on his intuition, still locked on the guy's position!

"call……"

No shouting.

The elf warrior just took a deep breath, and finally drew out his sharp sword.

However, this sword fell through.

It was obviously the most powerful slash, but Wittig didn't feel that his sword touched anything.

Obviously it should be able to cut it.

Etzel is here!

Even now, he can feel the presence of the King of Hunlan.

The kind of suppression that seems to come from the bloodline and species level.

Wait, Etzel is still here!

The dull brain seemed to have finally realized something, and Wittig suddenly felt cold all over his body.

At the same time, Etzel's slow words echoed in his ears.

"This sword is very threatening, but it's a pity that you are exhausted and you are one step slower after all."

Weakness.

slow……

Gradually, the flames gradually dissipated, and standing in front of his eyes was the King of Hunlan.

The edge of his sword was very close to him, only one step away.

That is, he just took a step back?

Or did I miscalculate the specific position before?

Wittig didn't know this, and no one else could.

The only person who knows is probably Etzel who is the person involved.

But he obviously won't answer.

"If you were faster, you might really be able to hurt me, and with Mimonger's strength, you might be able to hit me hard."

However, there are no ifs in this world.

And these words were nothing more than Etzel's own polite words.

Wittig had little chance of winning from the start.

Today, he is not at all the aggressive Silver Snake Warrior he used to be. In a sickly state where his physical strength is close to the limit, he even finds it difficult to hold a sword.

His legs were even shaking.

But he still held on.

"So what are you holding on to?"

Looking at the warrior who didn't even have the strength to swing a sword, Etzel asked in a low voice.

"clang"

In the end, unable to support his body, the excalibur Mimonger, which had lost its glory, fell to the ground.

Without the driving force of the sword master, it couldn't even tear the masonry ground.

But it seems to be fine now.

Because Wittig can only use it as a crutch.

"Are you asking me a question?"

I don't know if it's because of hearing loss. When he looked up, the question he asked was simply inexplicable.

"I am insisting, of course because of strategic needs."

Wittig said softly.

"I know I can't beat you, Etzel, humans can't beat the Son of God, but I just want to try."

Just wanted to try it out.

Even if he has fallen to such a point, even if he holds the sword and stands up, he will feel tired and strenuous.

However, this kind of him...

"I'm still growing after all."

he said in a low voice.

"When I made mistakes when I was young, my father would explain it to me. When I grow up and travel, those who are saved by me will also speak for me."

He gasped, then coughed again.

"Even when I was working under His Royal Highness, other people will make up for my mistakes. Wolfhart and Petrov are the ones who make up for me. Although they have been arguing all the time, I can rest assured Give it to Studus."

However, these are all things of the past.

Wittig raised his head desperately, he wanted to see the Hungarian King clearly.

However, his eyesight seemed to be getting worse.

The body is urging him to close his eyes, otherwise he will die.

"Right now, I don't have any willful capital, so I have to arrange the affairs of the entire legion before doing anything."

Suddenly, Etzel felt a strong sense of unease.

Wittig's eyes were extremely cloudy, but they were quite calm.

The next moment, a smell came from the valley road in the distance.

'咴'

Accompanied by the sound of Shenjun, flames shot up into the sky.