The Amazing Journey of the Knight of the Ring

The two adjusted their breathing at the same time, and the profound meaning of maximum output was about to be used.

Puff-!

Yi Wozu forcefully pulled out the blade in his neck, his blue eyes staring at the two in front of him.

Under his perception, the fighting spirit of the two seemed to resonate at this moment.

He knew that if he could not take this blow, he would die.

Thinking of this, Yi Wozu squatted down halfway, and his right hand, which had just recovered, stretched forward.

The huge spell appeared again, but this time, it was not blue as before, but crimson like blood.

He put all his strength on this blow.

Breath of Fire·Nine Forms - Purgatory!

The golden knight and the red ghost hunter used the same trick.

Two meteors, like swift lightning, intertwined, and the two cyan rays of light merged into a larger fire dragon.

No one can describe what that blow was like, even if you compare it to the epic battle in mythology.

Destroy and kill type!

Facing this blow, Yi Wozuo's spirit and energy reached their peak.

There was no other movement, just a punch.

This punch condensed all his strength, this punch, if it fails, it will be a benevolence.

However, just as he was attacking, he suddenly discovered something that frightened him—the horizon in the distance, the red morning sun was slowly rising.

The breath is chaotic at this moment.

This is absolutely taboo on such a battlefield.

But by the time he reacted, it was too late.

The fire dragon proved to have defeated his fist strength, and two swords wrapped in blue flames came to him and slid across his neck.

Whoosh-!

The sight falls down with gravity.

A familiar and somewhat unfamiliar figure appeared in Yi Wozu's line of sight.

That's his body.

"Am I dead..."

Such a thought flashed in Yi Wozu's mind.

There is no doubt that this is true.

Being decapitated by the sun blade and the wolf sword at the same time, it is impossible for him to live either as a Hora or as a ghost.

"Damn, if I could get stronger, if I could get stronger, I could live, I could... wait, why should I get stronger?"

It seems that because of the death, even the chaotic thoughts are starting to become clear.

Yi Wozu suddenly found that he had been chasing after the power, but he didn't know what the power was for.

What is going on?

When I was fighting that monster, it seemed that someone had called my name.

who is it?

Yes····

The memories buried deep in the soul seem to have awakened.

The girl who was sick and weak but still as gentle as a snowflake, with a snowflake-like hairpin, a pink kimono, and the fireworks we watched together.

And the old man who beat himself to death, knowing that he was a sinner yet let him take care of her daughter.

"I've cleaned you up as a sinner, no problem!"

He finally understood that he has always been getting stronger and destroying, but what he really wants to destroy is the one who failed to keep his promise to his father and lover, and stained the master's most important protection with blood. The self of the non-killing prime-style boxing.

"・・Love Snow・・"

In the empty darkness, Yi Wozu said the name softly.

There would have been no response.

but--

"Welcome back, husband."

A familiar figure appeared in front of him, and those hands gently grabbed the corner of his clothes.

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The golden armor was lifted, and Ralph breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at Yiwozu, which was slowly turning to ashes in the sun.

This battle is finally over.