People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

The voice came again.

[You all have to die. 】

boom!

Huge cannonballs, probably thrown with force techniques, shot at the attackers' team again.

But because of preparations, the magician with the sword did not choose to escape this time.

Through barely dodging the first attack, he already roughly knew from which direction the opponent fired the shell.

At the same time, its speed is also roughly understood.With this advance information, you can concentrate your consciousness to deal with the incoming shells.

The dark red one-handed sword in the man's hand has already been set up. As an elite magician who specializes in swordsmanship and is a "sword master", his skills and spiritual equipment alone are enough to cut down the opponent's shelling in mid-air.

"Bastard, do you think such an attack can counter my 'tyrfing'!!!"

The dark red one-handed sword itself is a famous magic sword in Northern Europe, which means "ripper", which is another name for the so-called "slashing sword".

According to legend, its blade shines like fire, it is a sharp sword that will surely hit the target, cuts iron like mud, and will not rust. Glory, a magic sword that will destroy the bearer.

A powerful spiritual sword combined with a magician with superb sword skills should be able to easily cut down the opponent's shelling.

It was supposed to be like this, but the man's movements became stiff...

"!?"

Before he swung the magic sword out in one breath, the man's body stiffened due to excessive surprise.

Before his body adapts, perhaps he has only two choices.

One is to cut the flying shells into two pieces to fight back, and the other is to choose to hide.

Yes.

The reason he was stiff was that he saw it.

The true face of the shells fired.

A member of the "Excalibur Character Master" who entered the "Temple" as an advance force!

It was the body of a man whose arms and legs had been cut off, one eye was broken, and the sides of his stomach had turned black and blue.The cannonballs fired in a roughly circular shape are out-and-out human bodies.

Generally speaking, in the face of their companions, anyone would choose to withdraw their swords and avoid them, but they are "orthodox" Nordic magicians.

I didn't learn anything else, but they have mastered a property that is the basis of Norse mythology.

Based on the myth of "sacrifice", the magician under its system will not have any hesitation about "necessary sacrifice".

When the long sword was slashed, the magician who was used as a cannonball instantly became two halves, and the "Tyrfing" as a magic sword also simultaneously cut off the detonation spell on the human body, turning the "cannonball" into a Simple corpses.

(can block it...)

At the moment when the man made such a judgment, simultaneous explosions appeared.

It's not five shots, six shots.

The remaining [-] "cannonballs" directly launched a salvo.

"!!!!!!"

Explosions one after another swept across the wilderness.

It was impossible to even tell whether the flying flesh and blood belonged to the "cannonball" or the "victim".

Chapter 39: Chasing Troops, All Destroyed

The explosion came quickly and subsided quickly.

Because the "cannonballs" are limited, it is natural that there will be no follow-up to the shelling.

The ground in the wilderness is as bumpy as the surface of the moon.

The potholes of various sizes have actually shown that the power of each shell is not uniform, and this is obviously the difference caused by the inability to stably control the strength of the magic power injected into it.

"Damn..."

Pushing away a scorched black corpse in front of him, the man with a sword in one hand stood cursing and stood firm.

Just now, he used the brown-skinned man he complained about as a "shield".

Burned a large amount of defensive "rune characters" on the opponent's body, regardless of whether the injection of magic power would cause the opponent's internal organs to explode, and forcibly built a solid enough "shield" to protect himself.

"Are there still alive?"

Raising such a question casually, from the attitude point of view, men don't care whether the guys who came with them are still alive.

"Are you still in the mood to care about other people's lives?"

"!?"

At this time, the woman's voice came again, overlapping with the man's questioning voice.

No shells were fired this time, after all, the opponent had already emptied the shells for 20 people in one gulp.

Instead, the assailant himself rushed towards this side with explosive foot power and an extremely astonishing speed.

The fact that the speed did not exceed the speed of sound was by no means due to the lack of strength of the attacker, but to avoid unnecessary shock waves from which the enemy could judge their own strength.

Valkyrie, a man knows exactly what kind of enemy he is facing.

It is precisely because he knows that the opponent is a Valkyrie that he cannot be defeated by a single blow.

clang!

clang!

boom!

The moment the man stabilized his one-handed sword, the blade received a heavy blow.

It was the sound of someone's knife colliding silently and approaching at high speed.

"Has 'Hull' finally dared to show his face?"

"My name is Brunhilde. If you can't even remember the name of the enemy who will kill you, then you are really useless."

Yes, the chased one was a girl named Brunhilde who was saved by Sigurd.

She is a girl with fair hair and fair skin.

Aged twelve or thirteen, she was wearing a feathered hat, a knee-length dress, and ragged boys' trousers.

Wearing protective gear on joints such as elbows and knees, and a torn bulletproof vest on the upper body.

And she didn't know where she got it, but she put on shoulder armor and gauntlets.

It's incredible.

There are various accessories on her whole body, which seem to have nothing in common.

Not to mention the thick men's trousers under the women's clothes, the protective gear on the joints is probably used for roller skating.

There is also the bulletproof vest that is filled with bulletproof material falling out. I am afraid it will be difficult to find clothes that match it.

Even at this time, the two shoulder armors on the opponent's shoulders were obviously not from the same armor, and the gauntlets were also tattered.

despite this.

Her whole body seemed to have a wonderful sense of harmony.It looks like a medieval European humanoid armor made of modern materials.

(The guy re-constructed a suit of armor out of scrap iron left over from this "temple"?)

The man barely received the attack with his own sword, and looked at Brunhilde's sword.

She uses a very wide double-edged sword about [-] meters long.The reason why the tip of the sword is not so sharp is so that this sword can destroy the metal armor and the enemy together.

It is a Western sword called Kuraimoya.

"Do you think such scrap metal can stop my 'Tyrfing'?"

"How do you know if you don't try?"

"Chong!"

There was a staggered sound, and the weapons of both sides bounced off each other.

The Valkyrie named Brunhilde failed to smash the opponent's one-handed sword with her great sword, and similarly, the man holding the "Tyrfing" failed to cut Brunhilde's epee.

The silent footsteps of "Boom" burst, and both sides waved their weapons at the same time and attacked each other.

Orange-red sparks splashed in mid-air, and the slashing at extremely high speed was impossible to see clearly.

Every time a weapon collides, in addition to the metal collision sound, there is also a shock wave that is enough to clear away the surrounding snow.

Under the seemingly simple slashes of the two sides, they all concealed a magic blow that opened a hole for the cruiser.

With the constant confrontation, the speed of the two sides is getting faster and faster.

One side is a powerful magician with a "Valkyrie" physique.

The other side is an elite magician who has experienced many battles and honed his skills with the death of countless enemies.

On the one hand is the attacker who does not need any special explosive skills of footwork or muscle, and can tear apart any human body that touches the weapon with only the purest violence.

On the other hand, the strange sword skills and the steps that make people unable to observe the direction of movement correctly are combined with the martial arts that are not inferior to the masters of the British knights.

At this time, the mutation happened.

The orange sparks created with each swing of the weapon at supersonic speeds began to swell abnormally, and the sound of steel crossing against steel distorted for a moment.

"whispering sound!"

Sensing something, Brunhild stepped back.

While carefully guarding against the man holding the magic sword, he switched to holding the sword with one hand and observed his own blade.

A thick and wide blade cast to cut metal armor and enemies in two.

The blade is full of nicks.Like a poorly made comb, it is unevenly covered with small gaps a few centimeters in size.

Every time the sword clashes, the man's "Tyrfing" will be deeply embedded in Kuraimoa.

"It seems that I have indeed lost in terms of weapons."

"Don't worry, you will also become like this soon. Of course, before that, I will be careful not to kill you. I will avoid all your blood vessels and vital organs, and cut off your flesh little by little. This practice seems to be called "Ling Chi" in the East?"