Does the mechanical girl dream of the Messiah?

Although she still had strength to spare, Rose Fa Alarel had to use both hands to suppress the pure white blade, so that she could not spare the energy to attack Lunicia for the time being, and could only look at Lunicia with a panicked expression. She was letting him go, whether intentionally or unintentionally, she was undoubtedly letting him go, the super speed that could easily break the sound barrier, the dragon tail that was more ferocious than magic weapons, and even the strange power on her wrists, she obviously had more cards, and she could easily suppress Lunicia by just opening one of them, even if she didn't use all her strength as a dragon, she could suppress Lunicia, Ella and Asheselin together before, not to mention when she was facing Lunicia alone.

But, she ended up doing nothing.

She had no weapon in her hands, and ordinary weapons were not even as powerful as her claws. However, she seemed to have no intention of fighting, so it seemed that Lunicia was the stronger and more proactive one, while Rose was just on the defensive.

Dang, Dang, Dang!

Every swing of the white blade can be blocked just right. There is a decisive gap in technology between the two sides. Of course, Lunicia's technology is far stronger than Rose's, but there is an even more fatal difference in the physique of the two sides. Strength, discipline, reaction speed, all of these combined are enough to eliminate Ashtherin's superb swordsmanship, but each time it is just a touch. No matter how many times the dragon claw blocks the "Avenger", the Dragon Girl will not launch a counterattack. It is better to say that they are dancing with each other in tacit understanding rather than fighting.

Lunisia just swung the overly heavy sword in her hand over and over again.

She knew that Rose was still hesitating. She didn't want to stand on the side of the four major families to promote the ceremony, but she couldn't make up her mind to side with her. So she could only be passive and simply stop Lunicia. As long as she didn't take more actions, Rose would not have any violent reaction. The advantage was that both sides would not be injured because of restraint. The disadvantage was that this line of defense could not be broken for a long time, and Lunicia could not help the battle on the other side.

Every time Lunicia tried to rush to the other side of the battlefield, Rose's offensive would suddenly intensify, tearing her flesh and knocking her to the ground. The dragon named Rose did not seem to understand what non-lethal combat was. Even if she did not intend to kill or seriously injure Lunicia, but just to trip her up, Rose would only create a bloody effect, planting one bright red bouquet after another on the snow-covered ground.

She couldn't break this situation by herself - so she chose to trust Ashlee.

Lunicia was convinced that Ashetherin would bring decisive evidence that could change the situation.

However, it is still unknown how long the battlefield on the other side can hold out.

With Francesco and the rebels joining the battlefield, the situation immediately changed from the Guards Division suppressing the City Garrison to the City Garrison being unstoppable. The complete destruction of the command center dealt a fatal blow to the Guards Division. Although the west and front sides could still barely organize defense lines, the east side was crumbling under the siege of the City Garrison and the rebels. The battle line was compressed directly from the suspended corridor in front of the cathedral to the fountain square in front of the cathedral, and it seemed that it would be breached at any time.

However, this situation did not last long. The decline of the Guards Division was eventually reversed with the addition of the garrison marshal and internal defenders.

The so-called "rules on the battlefield" are something that everyone knows well, and even if they don't want to follow them, they will be forced to follow them for various reasons. For example, the strong men on both sides of the war often consider avoiding the opponent's edge and directly slaughtering ordinary soldiers who are far inferior to themselves, or simply implement decapitation tactics and kill the enemy's main generals directly. However, because the strong men on both sides have the same idea and need to stop the other side from doing so, once there are no high-level strategists on both sides and no mobility that can play a decisive role, it is inevitable that the situation on the front battlefield will inevitably evolve into a situation where the strong fights against the strong and the weak fights against the weak. It is risky to mobilize soldiers to surround and kill powerful professionals, and it is also risky to let the strong leave the front line. The battles that adopt these strange strategies will be circulated, but in fact, most of the time, both sides will play badly together, and the winner can be decided anyway.

At first glance, the current situation seems to be true.

Ordinary soldiers were still engaged in fierce positional warfare. The sound of gunfire, fireballs, explosions from heavy weapons, and the occasional clashing of swords seemed normal at first glance, but if you looked closely, you would find that they all consciously avoided an area. That area was clearly the center of the Fountain Square, a key location that must be fought for in this battle, but no one was willing to care about it - the reason was simple, because Ella Heper, Galeazzo, Leopold, Regia... and Sandria Dorenzo Priod were gathered there.

That is a battlefield that belongs only to these few people.

"it's useless."

His gaze did not shift at all, still staring in the direction of Ella Heper, and the blocking dagger in his hand blocked the "White Jaw" that was cut from a tricky angle, and then he stabbed casually with the swift sword in his right hand.

His sword speed was not fast, it could even be called slow. Galazzo could easily see through the trajectory of his sword tip. Galazzo even felt that he could easily avoid the attack. He did so as he thought in his mind, but when he quickly stepped back to a position where he was sure there was no harm and was about to raise "White Jaw" to launch a counterattack again, the pain in his shoulder woke him up. Cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He looked at the place where the pain came from in astonishment, only to find that a hole had opened there at some point, a blood hole that could be seen from one side to the other.

——It obviously didn’t hit…?

No, that's just an illusion.

The truth is that Galezo just mistakenly thought he could dodge it. In fact, Sandria just stabbed out the sword so "gently", and the force was enough to penetrate the air and the flesh of a mid-level professional. Even if Galezo looked back at the column not far behind him, he could also see a round hole on it similar to his shoulder. Even if the weapon in his hand did not touch the opponent at all, he still had enough strength to kill.

"Do you understand? This is the gap between mortals and 'legends'."

“Asshole—!”

Galezo roared and slashed again, but he didn't even see Sandria's dodge before he was circled behind him. The hand holding the long dagger grabbed the armor on Galezo's shoulder and pulled it gently. Before Galezo understood what happened, an arrow appeared near his right chest. This arrow forged with ink steel might have been able to tear the flesh of the garrison marshal, but now it pierced Galezo's lung in vain.

"Gu...!"

Regia wanted to take the opportunity to shoot an arrow at Sandria, but due to the opponent's reaction, she ended up shooting her own teammate, causing him to vomit a large mouthful of blood due to damage to his internal organs.

He didn't take it seriously at all. In his opinion, this was not even a battle, but just a pastime after dinner.

"Rules on the battlefield" apply to most professionals. Even if they reach the master level, they will eventually be bound by this way of thinking - but the legendary level is different. They don't need to consider any tactics or strategies at all, and they don't need to consider the game between strong and strong, weak and weak. As long as they appear, all they need to do is to crush everything that is hostile to them. They are human-shaped natural disasters that can destroy cities and wipe out a country easily. Their life level seems to be fundamentally different from everything around them. They are superiors. Ordinary swords cannot be used on them. The humble power cannot harm them. The weak should kneel and obey. The qualitative change brought by numbers is just a boring joke in their eyes. The only ones who can be equal to them are the existence of legends.

If one indulges in this feeling for too long, some of them will really regard themselves as something above the mundane, some kind of higher projection, and regard themselves as justice, rules, and metaphysics itself, even though they are actually still just lives, lives immersed in the inevitability of the cycle of life and death.

He could kill everyone present at will, as long as he thought about it, with a full-strength attack, he could shatter the entire mountain in front of the cathedral and kill every enemy here - the reason why he didn't do this was not only because of his concerns about the church and the presence of his own soldiers on the field, but also out of pity. He looked down at his enemies with pity. What kind of fate would force these people to be his enemy? This in itself was an extreme misfortune. They had no chance of winning, at this time, in this place, on the opposite side of him.

"Galezo!"

Leopold exclaimed, while Regia clenched her teeth in anger. The former chanted a hymn to Alexander and fired a "Healing Mantra" at Galeazzo, letting the surging healing energy wash over his wounds, healing his flesh and blood, and causing his muscles to contract actively to squeeze out the arrow that had pierced his body. The latter once again put the bow on the arrow and released a magic called "Rain of Thorns", causing the huge arrow in her hand, unlike the previous one, to grow thorns made of natural magic. However, she was unable to shoot it. In this case, no matter how confident she was in her skills, she was not sure she could hit the extremely swift garrison marshal. She didn't even dare to conduct ordinary shooting, let alone take out the "decisive weapon" as her trump card.

"So, everything you do is meaningless."

The garrison marshal's voice was devoid of any emotion, as if he was simply executing justice and was the embodiment of justice.

However, some people don't think so.

Ding----!

The purple long sword and the silver blade of the swift sword collided with each other. The sudden attack made Sandria frown.

He just shifted his gaze slightly.

The purple butterfly-like figure has already arrived.

Chapter 80 Echo

"Little tricks."

The garrison marshal's expression did not change at all.

With one hand, he pushed away Galezo, who in his opinion had lost his value and became a hindrance, and with the other hand, he swung away the sword of "Sin" without warning. The sharp sound of the sword cutting through the air filled his ears. One reason was due to the sword's almost mythical sharpness, and the other was due to the legendary strong man's excessive power.

For an ordinary sword holder, just this seemingly ordinary blow would be enough to break the sword into countless iron pieces, and the power transmitted to the arm along the hilt would be enough to tear the flesh and bones into pieces. However, this law does not seem to hold true today. The weapon in the hands of the half-elf girl seems to be one with her, like an extension of her limbs, with "legendary" or even higher-level "extensions". She knows how to maximize the use of her sharpness and how to deflect the terrifying power. The twin witches laughed. They were enjoying this and did not want their playthings to die too quickly.

Interesting weapon - this evaluation was neither salty nor bland. Even though he witnessed this seemingly incredible scene, the garrison marshal did not take it to heart. A divine weapon is only worthy of being called a divine weapon in the hands of a qualified person. Otherwise, it is just a fire stick with magical power. A professional who is no more powerful than a fragile mortal to him is not qualified to hold such a powerful weapon in his opinion, and he is not worried about his defeat.

Ella Hepper responded with a swift stab.

when----!

And at the moment when the long dagger and the black sword touched each other, Sandria confirmed one thing.

None of the three attacks that he had just launched in "an instant" hit the opponent.

In the distant sky, three neat holes appeared almost simultaneously in the poisonous cloud that seemed to never dissipate. However, not long after, they returned to their original state as the poisonous cloud itself gathered together. That was the only result of his attack. This result made him raise his eyebrows. The half-elf girl naturally did not cast any magic. She just dispersed her figure like a phantom butterfly, and then gathered in a position that did not overlap with the path of the attack, thus avoiding Sandria's rapid stab.

"A curse swordsman?"

This is not a question, but just a soliloquy with the answer already in mind.

He didn't care too much about the identity and intentions of the half-elf with a cold face and murderous intent. He just needed to think about how to get rid of her. Curse swordsmen were not common. At least, Sandria had never seen such an existence in his military career. The birth of a warlock was different from many common professions. It relied more on luck than hard work. The mysterious fairies in the wilderness, the legendary demons and devils, the beings called dark gods, the glorious and dazzling servants of the gods... Only those who were selected by these superior beings, accepted the power they bestowed, and signed a contract were qualified to become warlocks.

The so-called cursed swordsman's contract object is the magic blade in the shadow, those magic swords that only exist in the shadow of history.

So that's why I've been feeling strange since just now. It's probably the so-called "curse of the sword", Sandria couldn't help but think so. He didn't know much about sorcerers, and basically only learned from the ancient books collected by Mulande. He was not a person who liked reading, so he could only barely recall part of it.

Ella didn't care. It didn't matter to her whether the other party knew more or less. All she had to do was swing her sword at the biggest enemy of the day - to kill him, or at least to injure him severely, so that she could live up to her identity as a servant of Lunicia. "Cruel Spell" was a kind of magic that was difficult to use well. After all, only a very few sorcerers could control the rhythm of such a battle. It was not easy to do all these things, including the unusual spatial changes, the sword swinging and the thinking of spatial position, and the allocation and utilization of her remaining magic resources. However, she was Ella Heper, and she was simply a natural curse swordsman.

She predicted the direction and angle of Sandria's sword, and had to dodge before he drew his sword. Otherwise, with the sword's extremely fast speed, if she dodged after he drew his sword, she would actually be hit, and the dodging action would lose its meaning. However, Sandria was also predicting. He had no experience in fighting against the cursed swordsman, but he could still try to estimate the direction where Ella might "appear".

Ding--!

The crisp sound echoed, and the aftermath of the long dagger almost split half of the white brick floor of the Cathedral Square, but failed to achieve the result that Sandria expected. The "Punishment" in Ella's hand, the black long sword, blocked the attack at a delicate angle. Only the tip of the dagger and the black blade touched slightly, and most of the force was wasted. On the other side, the swift sword in Sandria's hand also touched the purple "Sin". Although it was subtle, in this brief moment, Ella and Sandria presented a strange "stalemate" state.

This is not a good thing for Ella.

She could see the situation nearby out of the corner of her eye: Galezo took advantage of the gap between her fight with Sandria to receive treatment from Leopold again, and now he has returned to the front line, but has not yet stepped forward to fight - there is no tacit understanding between Galezo and Ella, let alone coordinated combat. The result of joining the battle at random would simply disrupt Ella's rhythm, so he simply wandered around, waiting for the opportunity to appear. At the same time, Regia's arrow was on the string, and the moment the fight between the two sides ended, she would shoot at Sandria's position.

This stalemate of less than a blink of an eye allowed Ella to sense the opponent's situation. The garrison marshal still had some strength left and he could change his tactics at any time. No matter where he flashed to, he could quickly drag himself back into the rhythm of the fight. If Galezo approached rashly, he could also directly switch to a one-on-two swordsmanship.

In this situation, Ella believed that what she should do was to take the initiative to create opportunities for her "temporary teammates".

"Interesting force-releasing technique, but it's time to end it."

Sandria's tone was still relaxed. He just exerted a little force on his right wrist. With a chilling sound, Ella's arm holding the purple sword bent at a strange angle.

Just as the garrison marshal had expected, in this stalemate, she could neither teleport randomly nor remove the power transmitted to the sword. No matter how powerful the weapon was, her body was still just that of a fragile mortal, and there was no need to worry at all. Just when the garrison marshal was feeling proud of his judgment, his eyes froze.

There was no sign of Ella Hepper in her old place.

——The ability to teleport? No, that's not right...!

He realized something immediately, but when he finally gathered his strength and prepared to use his "legendary" power, the sharp sound of cutting the air reached his ears. He had to temporarily change his mind of counterattacking, raised his hand with a long dagger for blocking, and moved his body to avoid the direction of his estimated enemy's attack.

puff--!

That was the first sound that came from his body since the battle began, the sound of a sharp weapon cutting flesh.

The half-elf girl no longer held a purple longsword in her left hand. The sword seemed to be alive and was suspended around her body. Instead, on her fractured left hand appeared the leather-wrapped "magic book". The illusory lavender iron chain tightly entangled the book and the broken arm, as if to show the inseparable relationship between her and it. As a secret book mage, she cast the "acceleration spell". The magical high speed that temporarily exceeded the limit of her body brought unexpected results and a chance to attack again. As a curse swordsman, she released the "curse of the curse sword", and the spellcasting ability from the magic sword was compressed to only one time. At the same time, she swung the black long blade that was still tightly held in her right hand -

That was the "Magic Energy Slash" that only she, as a curse swordsman, could unleash with all her strength.

boom----! ! !

The dark magic was surging and seething, the filth of the shadows was laughing, like the joyful faces of the twin witches, the mythical blade cut off the magical long dagger, the cross-section of the cold iron was as smooth as a mirror, the mythical blade tore open the shoulder of the legendary warrior, no matter how strong the flesh and blood was, it was eventually cut by the black blade, and then, accompanied by deafening laughter, murmurs, and mumblings, the turbid magic exploded in the cut.

"Chance!"

Even without Leopold's reminder, Galeazzo and Regia knew that this was a rare opportunity that was once in a million. The garrison marshal had suffered a great loss because of his arrogance. If he didn't seize the opportunity, he would deserve to die without a burial place.

His nimble footwork completely abandoned turning and empty steps, and he rushed towards Sandria at the limit of Galezo's speed. He grasped the hilt of "White Jaw" with both hands, placed the blade made of dragon ribs at his side, with the blade facing upward, and swung it swiftly from bottom to top in the direction of the garrison marshal.

Regia also loosened the bowstring that was stretched to the limit. Even though the bow was a terrifyingly large bow with a steel cable as the string, the huge arrow that shot out still seemed so mismatched with the bow. It didn't look like an arrow created to be shot at humans at all. The huge black arrow with intricate carvings should be aiming at the city wall, a building, or perhaps some huge, powerful and hard creature. The explosion produced by the tearing of the air was so loud that Regia, whose ears were aching, felt that it was not an arrow, but more like some vicious artillery shell.

The three parties that surrounded and killed the garrison marshal attacked at the same time—

It's just that the results are different.

"Well……!"

Ella's body flew backwards in the opposite direction. She seemed to have made an evasive move at the last moment. The purple butterfly-like dress replaced the nondescript leather armor, which not only made her look stunningly beautiful, but also made an invisible "shield" for her. She also used the "Cruel Spell" to avoid the most fierce attack. However, all these preparations were full of flaws in the face of the legendary counterattack.

Although she didn't look injured on the surface, the blood spurting from her mouth proved that she had suffered severe internal injuries. Her ribs and sternum were broken, and her internal organs were damaged. It was just that Sandria's focus was not on her, and Leopold used all his strength to perform the "Healing Mantra", which prevented her from suffering more serious injuries.

The black arrow shot by Regia was dealt with by Sandria with all his strength. He did not use this strength to counterattack Ella. Even though his left shoulder was torn by the "Magic Energy Slash" that was injected into it, it was a great shame for a legendary strong man like him who claimed to be superior to others. However, his battle consciousness suppressed the impulse in his mind. The sense of crisis made him immediately turn the tip of the sharp blade in his right hand and swing it with all his strength in the direction where the black arrow came from.

The giant black arrow seemed to have pierced through a shadow along the way, and then collided with the sword in Sandria's hand. The collision, which should have made a loud noise, actually did not make any sound. At the tip of the Swift Sword and the end of the giant black arrow, the huge force of the collision seemed to cause a brief stagnation between the two. The silver blade, which was Sandria's favorite sword, seemed unable to withstand this level of collision. It only lasted for a moment before shattering into shining silver flakes mixed in the blizzard. Sandria had to use his body to withstand the remaining impact and retreated, bleeding from the corners of his mouth. The magical thorns created by the "Rain of Thorns" tore the skin on his arm, and the black arrow flew backwards while breaking into several pieces in mid-air. The fragments could no longer be seen in their original appearance, and it seemed that only a little power remained.

If Sandria had followed the guidance of his anger and ignored the arrows fired by Regia, he would have been severely injured by the giant arrows and fallen into a passive position.

That was the so-called treasure of the "Mulland Young Officers Club" - the magic arrows that the Barbacro family had inherited from ancient times were said to be used to hunt dragons. It was not only the heritage of the Barbacro family, but also a symbol of the financial strength of the Muirand Young Officers Club, and a "gift" they prepared for Sandria. The only three magic arrows, if shot directly at Sandria, would probably be easily avoided, but at least in the previous confrontation, if they could be shot, even Sandria would be injured.

However, for Galeazzo, there was no time or opportunity to cheer.

At the card table, when one party reveals his or her cards, the other party will inevitably take corresponding actions - he had always lacked an understanding of this kind of thing before, but now he feels the existence of this "rule" quite intuitively.

The atmosphere on the battlefield had changed. Galeazzo had no idea what the garrison marshal would do when he became completely serious. Moreover, he also had no idea what the connection was between this and "that thing" that he was now forced to face.

The sure-win blow did not hit, or rather, Galezo was unable to get within the range of the garrison marshal. The feeling of extreme danger made him decisively give up the charge, and instead raised his shield in his left hand and took a defensive stance with his scimitar in his right hand, immediately switching from an all-out attack to an all-out defense. Perhaps it could be said that his training as a "warrior" enabled him to cheer up and change his stance at the first moment, which saved his life.

The one he was facing looked like some kind of unreal black and white "image" of Sandria Dorenzo Priod, but it was definitely not an illusion, it could not be an illusion or a phantom, it must be some kind of "thing" that really existed. The brief fight just now was enough to prove this. The terrifying sharp edge pierced the shield and almost pierced through the high-quality "arrow-absorbing shield" in his hand. Even so, the aftermath of that force dislocated Galezo's left arm, and the deflected sword edge cut off half of his left palm. He could only remain on guard while forcibly reconnecting the dislocated arm, and was glad that it was not his right hand that was cut off - otherwise he would have to change to a way of holding the knife that he was not used to.

But what exactly is that?

He barely managed to dodge the next attack by rolling on the ground. He could vaguely see the swift sword piercing through the mountain, leaving a deep pit on the cliff on the other side. Galezo was almost frightened by this unreasonable power and wanted to curse. He vaguely remembered that Regia's arrow seemed to have pierced through something, some kind of vague shadow, which might be the same thing he was facing now, but the "that" on Regia's side did not exert its power, but only blocked for Sandria for half an hour, and then turned into a scattered bubble under the penetration of the magic arrow.

"Miss Ella!"

Leopold could not participate in such a battle of such intensity. Most of his physical strength had been consumed in the previous battle. If he reluctantly participated in the battle, he would only be a hindrance. So he simply used his old profession as a priest to treat Ella Heper with all his strength. Under Ella's guidance, he took out the potion in Ella's dimensional bag and gave it to Ella to take. Then he continued to use divine arts such as "healing wounds" to restore Ella's injuries, and even used a divine art scroll of "advanced recovery", hoping to help her recover from her serious injuries as soon as possible.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

After coughing out the fragments of internal organs and the blood, Ella's face finally looked relieved. The pain from her chest and abdomen was relieved, and her severely fractured left arm was healed by divine magic and was able to move. She did not delay. Almost as soon as her condition improved, Ella immediately picked up the "Sin and Punishment" swords, used the effect of "Cruel Curse", and turned into a purple butterfly to attack Sandria.

This attack also failed to succeed.

The black and white image, with the swift sword in his hand, easily blocked the swing of the purple sword. Sandria's left shoulder seemed to be sutured by some invisible silk thread. Even if it failed to heal it completely, it stopped the bleeding. In his right hand, which was originally empty, a swift sword appeared at some point. Ella barely used the black blade of "Punishment" to deflect the tip of the sword that swept across. Even so, the sharp edge that tore through the air still tore open the invisible "shield" that roamed on her forearm, almost tearing the flesh on her arm.

She knew, even if she had only heard of it in rumors and ancient scrolls, she knew what those black and white images were.

It is said that a nearly lost technique originating from a dynasty in the Golden Age can transcend the barriers of time and space and summon one's own "Echo Shadow" from the many timelines that disappear like bubbles. Those ancient warriors can form an army alone and overwhelm the enemy with a steady stream of "reinforcements". The stronger they themselves are, the more powerful those shattered shadows will be. This kind of existence is said to have become a part of the myth like a dragon, but now there is such a living one standing in front of Ella.

They are known as the "Echo Knights".

Chapter 81 Intertwined Lives

Warrior has always been considered a boring profession.

Most of them do not have any fancy abilities, they just hone their martial arts, increase their strength, improve their speed, and strengthen their reaction abilities. Even the "Arcane Knights" who combine swordsmanship with magic are a minority among them. Therefore, the word "warrior" is often seen as a symbol of "simplicity" in the eyes of the world, and is even considered to have the lowest threshold among all professionals - indeed, many people choose the path of a warrior in the end for this reason, simply because they think they are not destined to be with other professions.

But in fact, the thresholds for becoming a professional are generally not that different - bards need a talent for music, barbarians admire their God-given savagery, priests and paladins have the highest requirements for faith, rogues have an amazing grasp of intelligence and skills, and mages are generally synonymous with wisdom and knowledge... If you just look at it from the "most basic" level, the professionals don't seem to be so outstanding or special that they can label themselves as "different from others."

Unless they embark on the path of advancement.

After honing themselves to a certain degree, professionals often need to start thinking about the path they desire and the path that suits them. However, some "paths" have been passed down from the golden age to the present, while some have dimmed or even disappeared with the changes of history, receding from everyone's sight and becoming dust in the shadow of history. Only those with the most profound knowledge and the broadest vision, those adventurers who have been exposed to the most ancient secrets, can know their names and know the methods to step into those ancient areas.

For example, "Echo Knight".

call out----

It should be difficult to distinguish the sound of the breeze from the howling of the blizzard, but in fact, the sound is so strong that no one can mishear it. No one can mishear it, and at the same time, no one can allow themselves to mishear it. The consequence of mishearing is death, and the result of ignoring the piercing sound is to become a corpse.

"Well--!"

He almost tumbled to avoid the attack. Galezo had no energy to confirm the opponent's movements and the results of the attack. He could only drive his legs at full speed, running and circling, keeping a distance from the black and white figure. His proud high-speed charge was meaningless in front of the figure. The "thing" did not move fast. If Sandria could walk and run at full speed, then the "echo" was actually only as fast as his normal walking speed, but it didn't matter at all - the black and white influence was Sandria himself, who actually existed in those dissipated times. Even if it was an "echo" that shattered at the touch, it had the same "rank" and "power" as Sandria.

That "echo" was just a casual stroke of the black and white swift sword in his hand -