I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

52 – Disciplined Apostle – (2)

Whoo!

A great sword wielded by Atral. I managed to dodge the attack that was red hot enough to evaporate the surrounding raindrops. The back of his head felt hot as if several strands of his hair had been cut off.

In succession, Atral slashed the sword vertically, and I deflected the sword to catch it.

Crack!

Kwajik!

Atral’s sword dug into the rain-soaked ground.

Mud splashed in all directions with an explosion.

Before long, I swung my sword at Atral’s defenseless head.

kang!

There was a cheerful sound. Of course, the damage didn’t seem that great.

As Atral tried to spin his body, he saw a huge fist in front of him. Raise one hand to face it. The moment the two fists collided, the pain in the palm of my hand was beyond the point of tearing, and my entire body flew through the air unable to withstand it.

“Kuk, kweck.”

After rolling several times, he stabbed his sword into the ground to balance it. A pile of mud made my mouth feel dry.

The taste of the earth is like this.

I looked at the huge knight in front of me while thinking nonsense.

“f*k. You’re begging me, really.”

There were figures of knights fighting to the death with foreign knights around them.

In the midst of the mess, that stingy apostle persistently bit me.

I don’t know what his change of heart was, but he seemed to like me the most among the knights here.

From the point of view of receiving the gaze of passion from a man, it was a shame to die.

Until now, they had been fighting with each other somehow, but the damage to their bodies was gradually accumulating. After being beaten several times, it was difficult to breathe, probably because of broken ribs. Even the hand I just bumped into is tingling.

Befitting the title of an apostle, Atral was strong. Under the assumption that he was single, he was stronger than Arwen.

If it hadn’t been for the experience I had accumulated from fighting Yuriad and the Corpse Giant, my body would have been split in half right now. It was such a risky series of sword attacks.

His sword was heavy and slow, but it was not easy to dodge. Because the attack radius was ridiculously wide.

If there is one thing he learned from his sparring with Yuriad, it was that when swords facing each other, he should grasp the fine movements of his feet, shoulders, and back muscles rather than the opponent’s sword.

Only then can the sword path be predicted.

Actually, it wasn’t difficult to figure out Atral’s sword path. He has a big body and is honest in every action. Not a single tricky move was mixed. It was the exact opposite of Uriard.

‘So that’s the problem.’

Before swinging his sword, Atral unconditionally takes a big step with his right foot.

The greatsword, which was naturally swung when a large body over 3 meters took a step forward, had that much reach. A greatsword that attacks in the blink of an eye. Even knowing it, accepting it is not easy.

‘Above all, I can’t even use mana.’

As a result of training, the sword was able to contain mana, but it was still failing every time to turn the mana circuit inherent in the body.

In the end, it is said that Atral must be defeated with only the strength of the whole body, but there is no way that I am not some kind of old-fashioned panties-like character.

Even at this moment, even though he was squeezing the magic circuits of his limbs with all his might, he was unable to find a clue. Real knights also awaken mana through drugs and repeated training, so it was natural that they couldn’t.

“It’s strange. It doesn’t use mana. It’s not like a knight.”

Atral tilted her head.

Well, even in his eyes, the actions I take must be strange.

I fixed my sword. Then, Atral’s mouth rattled and stopped.

“I understand. It’s a special move. Isgoban is waiting for that.”

“her.”

It was a long-awaited prediction even if it was wrong, but I did not deny it.

Atral began to slowly approach. Power is put on the shoulder holding the greatsword. Seeing that, I hurriedly took a stance.

A knight as tall as a mountain. The feeling of intimidation from there oppresses the whole body. But there was no such thing as fear. There was no trembling, perhaps thanks to the rush of adrenaline.

Rather, the fighting spirit that seeped through his body sharpened his mind.

Since it was an urgent situation, it must have reflected Fried’s personality. rather good for me

After seeing my expression, Atral spoke boldly.

“I really like it. It’s a simple body without mana. But it still satisfies me.”

“It’s been like that ever since.”

Hwiwoong!

Atral swung his sword and took a step closer.

Then, a sword the size of a house rushed in front of my eyes in an instant.

I dodged it by rolling on the floor. I felt dizzy from the wind pressure hitting my whole body.

Regardless, I inserted my sword into the joint of his armor.

“The tone is strange, you homo bastard!”

Then, with all his might, he blew magic into the inserted sword.

The blade was dyed silver, and then exploded with terrifying power.

Kwakwawang!

The feeling of the sword heated by mana trembling and the joy rising from the whole body.

I don’t know why, but I felt a thrill as I drank the rainwater.

*

One of the five dependents of the Empire, the Grand Duke of Lumenel. Mittern Harzfeld, a.k.a. Sang-Blooded Prince, couldn’t keep his mouth shut when he saw the sight in front of him.

Twenty years ago, he participated in a sweeping campaign in the Iscobal estate. There, Harzfeld had already witnessed the bloody battle between the Guardian Knight and the Order.

It was a battle to the extent that even Harzfeld, who had gone through all of those battles, inadvertently admired it.

A sword attack that was difficult to follow with the naked eye, and a gray knight who countered it.

Whenever swords collide, flashes of light and explosions continue.

“Awesome.”

Fried Iscobal was receiving the apostle’s sword purely with physical strength.

With a body that doesn’t even wear armor, even allowing only one blow won’t save your life. The robe he was wearing had been tattered in the past, and now his mud-soaked bare muscles could be seen through.

However, the knight in front of me calmly crossed swords as if he did not feel the slightest fear. Even if a valid hit is allowed, he kicks his seat as if it were natural.

Up to this point, it was thought that an exceptional knight could achieve it. Actually, that was the case with Uriard when he was younger. The same was true of Eina, a vassal of Harzfeld.

“However…”

Harzfeld gave up on that idea.

It was precisely because I saw the expression he was making.

“You’re laughing.”

Seeing the child-like smile as if having fun, Harzfeld said tiredly.

In a life-and-death battle, and in a battle where it is certain that they are outnumbered, they are smiling.

A screw fell out of the head. Hartzfeld had no choice but to comment that way.

Then he saw the girl sitting next to him watching the battle with a distorted expression.

The girl was focusing her attention on every move, as if the injury to the knight in front of her meant the end of the world. Just by looking at her appearance, it was easy to guess how much love the Empress Lyncia Ayrn had for Fried Iscobal.

Well, since you’ve saved my life countless times, it’s only natural that you’ll depend on it.

Harzfeld looked at his young lord and crossed his arms.

The reason why she took part in this bureau was to determine whether this young girl would be worthy of serving as an emperor by dedicating her few remaining days.

However, as expected, Lyncia Ayren was immature. Could it be that she became an empress without even receiving proper education? He was emotional and uncool in everything.

Of course, an incident happened that made the other grand dukes terrified, so maybe it was natural.

I was hoping for it in my heart.

Harzfeld felt regret.

Instead, the harvest obtained was on the side of the border.

As soon as the incident happened, the appearance of him entering the temple with his intestines covered was more like the undead than the undead.

Afterwards, the way he dealt with the corpse giant with Eina was like an outlier.

And what about this fight with the apostle?

It was as rumored. No, it was more than a rumor.

Fried Iscobal was a villain beyond a freak.

It was an evil species that was hard to find even in the Empire.

But Harzfeld didn’t hate such a Fried.

Rather, it came with a liking.

Kwagwa River!

Just in time, Fried turned around and thrust his sword into the apostle.

Then, by infusing mana, it exploded at once.

No matter how many apostles they are, they are not invincible. The explosion between the armor seemed to do a lot of damage.

The knight jumped at the apostle who staggered back and swung his sword several times. The strong body of the knight seemed to be spinning, and then a series of metal sounds rang out.

The apostle hurriedly raised his body and swung his fist. It was the attack that caused the knight to fall out many times.

However, the knight grabbed the fist and wrapped it around his arm.

Then, he bent his wrapped arm in the opposite direction and pulled it as it was. The apostle tried to hold him in place with all his might, but Fried kicked the apostle in the shin with his heel, knocking him off balance.

“Hoo.”

Hartzfeld couldn’t help but realize whose technology it was.

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Decades ago, didn’t Yuriard often use it in hand-to-hand combat?

Once again, he realizes that it was the knight Yuriad who collected and raised Fried.

“hahahahaha. It’s fun.”

Harzfeld chuckled, unaware of the situation. Frightened by his laughter, the nobles and the other two grand dukes looked at Harzfeld like a monster.

Iron-Blooded Prince Harzfeld. He, too, had a screw in his head. Even in such an emergency situation, he did not even flinch.

Harzfeld murmured with a little awe.

“Uriard raised a monster.”