Does the mechanical girl dream of the Messiah?

Either one looks suspicious and could have led to the current situation.

——But... let's just call it a good thing...

"Hey, how long do you want to stay in a daze?"

Just as Lunicia was thinking hard, Sestine's familiar voice brought her back to reality.

"Just to the same place as before?"

"You are really relaxed." Sestine couldn't help but frowned, but of course, the joy on his face did not diminish. "Could it be that you became lax when I was away?"

"How is that possible? That kind of thing..."

"Then be more serious."

"Black Summoning Blade" raised the sword in his hand again, the terrifying black sword surrounded by thorns, called "World-weary".

"Next, you will see the entirety of the 'Sword of Death' as ​​you wish."

The destructive footsteps called "Revenge" and "Reverence".

Chapter 37: Infinite Shadow Swamp

——It’s coming.

The emotions intertwined in my heart were mixed, including fear and excitement. My heart was beating hard, causing my body to tremble slightly. From the top of my head to my toes, every part seemed to be kissing her in front of me, in close contact with her majestic and rushing power, a mixture of submission and resistance, trembling with joy and fear.

--coming soon!

Hold your head high, hold the hilt tightly, and muster all your strength to face her in the best possible condition.

You can be timid and afraid, but you can never really retreat. This is not only disrespectful to yourself, but also to the other person.

After all, look at her—she who possessed such terrifying power did not show any fear from beginning to end. She just relied on it, just recognized it, just rejoiced in it, and just gave it her all...

Just show it to the world without reservation.

——Gulu.

I couldn't help swallowing my saliva.

The liquid that originally had a slightly sweet taste now exudes a slight bitter taste. The only possible reason is because of the person in front of him. "Black Summoning Blade" Saistin Peranxetine, his "sister", his "predecessor", his "master", his "first love", even if he still has some reservations in terms of strength, his momentum has been unrestrainedly radiating to the world.

Just by virtue of that overly powerful presence, the air became distorted in the visual sense, and the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be attracted by the black hole, gradually gathering, entangled, and stirred into a huge black vortex. The ground beneath her feet was torn apart by that majestic presence, no matter whether it was bricks and stones or plants, no matter whether it was living things or dead things, without exception, no one was spared, their fate was the same, all turned to dust.

This is the "Black Summoning Blade".

A dark sword that brings destruction and death.

It's not that Setine is unwilling to restrain herself. To be honest, making such a big fuss is also a troublesome problem for her. If possible, she doesn't want to be so conspicuous, but she has no choice but to do so.

If the essence of the "Chaos" style lies in "trickery" and "unpredictability", then the essence of the "Revenge" style lies in "momentum": no matter how big or small the strength is, no matter how strong or weak the skill is, as long as the momentum cannot be fully unleashed, there is absolutely no possibility of mastering this sword skill.

On the contrary, if it could be done - it would be like this.

Light is gathering.

--no.

What was gathering was not light, but something beyond the light, shadows that could never appear in the light. They were crawling and tangled, like clouds and mist, or like mud and sand, or something with life. They gathered here for their own reasons, gathered on the pitch-black sword, and turned into a shadow blade that could split the clouds and split the earth.

The great sword is raised, held high—

Hack down heavily!

--ah……

His consciousness flew away in an instant, and when he came to his senses, his body had already jumped to the side involuntarily. The muscle memory for dealing with combat developed through long-term training was more reliable than the brain in this situation.

But in the end, he couldn't completely dodge it.

The tip of my right hand was numb at first, and then I felt intense pain.

Even though the muscles reacted immediately and completed an effective evasive action, the result was still that the tip of the ring finger evaporated and the little finger disappeared entirely, leaving behind two cross-sections filled with shadows. The black color was like sticky sand, but it quickly disappeared, leaving only the pain behind.

Lunicia did not feel any misfortune or regret.

After all, for the "that" that remained in sight, this was already a very good result.

The black fracture went straight through the ground. Even without turning back, he could tell that the attack just now was probably much bigger than he had imagined. The bottomless ravine was imprinted under his feet, with scattered shadows, like a narrow gap between the living world and the underworld.

"Beheaded".

I had never heard of this sword before, but I understood it from the attack I just experienced.

——It’s not over yet!

The sword-swinging action was completely invisible, and the next moment, a mighty torrent of shadows like a huge wave was already pressing in front of her. It was almost impossible to dodge this attack while her body was in the air. Even though her physical strength had indeed been enhanced, moving freely in mid-air was still only a theory for Lunicia.

Just as she managed to hold the blade in front of her, the torrent of shadows arrived as expected.

——……? !

There was no heavy feeling on my hand as I expected.

The surging sea of ​​shadows was just an illusion, and what the sword touched was nothing but a mirage that would shatter at the touch of a finger.

boom--!

As he took a step forward, the ground beneath his feet was torn into pieces, turning into craters with rocks. A dark meteor tore through the Sea of ​​Shadows. Just as Lunicia hesitated, Setin's figure rushed in front of him, and then he swung a sword.

……

"Big sister..."

"Tired?"

"No...your hand..."

The cross section of the arm was flowing with crystal blue liquid, and the beautiful liquid splashed all the way, and disappeared without a trace the moment it touched the ground, leaving only a few specks of dust. However, no matter how beautiful it looked, the young Carlos also understood that it was only a wound, a trace of pain and death.

"It will be fine in a while."

"But...but..."

"It's fine."

Ashlee's tone still had a cold, inorganic quality, and within that inorganic quality, there was a hint of gentleness that should not have existed, just like the sound of her voice when she comforted Lunicia.

"Look, there's no pain and no bleeding, it's really okay."

She did not have such knowledge in her mind, how to comfort people, how to talk to people in a gentle tone, as a kind of waste that is thrown away after use, for her in design, these are undoubtedly useless knowledge. Even so, as long as she needs it, the knowledge and emotions will float on the surface of her mind like bubbles, waiting to be picked up.

--why?

——I don’t understand, and I can’t come to a conclusion even if I think about it.

Of course, now is not the time to think about this kind of question.

Ding--!

With the sound of wind chimes, the purple sword passed by his eyes and was firmly nailed to the brick and stone road.

"...It seems that you are not a puppet of the Iron Leviathan."

The black sword blade paused for a moment, but ultimately did not leave the scabbard in which it was housed, and remained gently still between the girl's palms.

The girl has beautiful long pink hair, a cool face and pure blue eyes.

Just one glance is enough to make you unforgettable.

……

"Moon Ring".

That feint just now has such a nice name.

Looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, Lunisia didn't understand what kind of expression she should show at this moment. In terms of appearance, there was not much change from when they parted, but the expression on Sestin's face was something Lunisia had never seen before, a kind of excitement mixed with restlessness.

Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Lunisia thought about it carefully and decided that it should be a good thing.

The blade in her hand was never affected by her chaotic thoughts.

Just tap lightly, pick it up, and then cut it diagonally downwards.

Even though she was in mid-air with no center of gravity, Lunicia's wrist was able to move so nimbly and she was able to swing the sword so heavily.

The Sea of ​​Shadows seemed to be stabbed in a sore spot. The surging waves turned into bubbles that shattered at the touch of a finger in an instant, disintegrating into formless pieces and returning to the scattered words in the atmosphere. The real blow mixed in with the illusion did not cause any harm to Lunicea.

"Iron Flow".

——If it is a move connected after "Moon Ring", it will probably be like this.

If the "Moon Ring" is a diffuse circular ring with a gap in the center centered on Systine, then the "Iron Stream" is a circular arc slash with a higher density and a much smaller range centered on Systine.

With this idea in mind, he tried to use the "Avenger" to launch a point-to-point attack. By using weapons of equal strength to cut the weakest part of the Shadow Tide, the structure of the entire Shadow Tide would collapse temporarily, thus disrupting this attack.

Lunicia never worried that she would make a mistake in her judgment of "revenge".

If the "Chaos" style is a treacherous sword technique based on exquisite swordsmanship, then the "Revenge" style is based on majestic energy, which is condensed and released to swing the Shadow Hammer. The power is undoubtedly much stronger than the "Chaos" style, but correspondingly, the accuracy will be reduced, and the variety is not as diverse as the "Chaos" style.

If it was possible to wield the terrifying energy of "Revenge" at a weird angle like "Chaos", Lunicia was 100% sure that she would have no way to resist it, but that was ultimately impossible.

The easy-to-learn "Chaos" and "Revenge" styles both have quite obvious shortcomings. It is for this reason that the "Sword of Death" is only used as an introductory sword technique for people to learn in "Black Silence". It is more of a way to encourage members to use their own fighting methods on this basis, and to use the "Sword of Death" as an identity symbol and a minimum guarantee.

After all, no one had unrealistic expectations that a swordsman with equal talent to the "Black Knight" would emerge among these younger generations.

If there is a swordsman who can master "Reverend Sound" -

——……?

The armor lining on the side of the neck was cut open, and the outer vein was broken without any hindrance. The bright red blood gushed out of the broken surface and flowed down.

There was not even enough strength to retract the white blade used to deal with the "Iron Stream", let alone resist the "Chaos" sword.

--why?

It is almost unheard of to swing "Chaos" before the "Revenge" sword is fully utilized.

Just as Lunicia held the wound on the side of her neck with one hand, trying to use "holy healing" to stop the bleeding, the black sword that had just brushed against the side of her neck twisted unnaturally again.

The tide of shadow condensed into a pillar, washing Lunicia's body from bottom to top toward the higher sky. Just as Lunicia barely blocked the white blade to prevent her body from being cut and corroded by it in a moment, the shadow pillar suddenly split into eight pieces as if it exploded, turning into eight arrows, shooting towards her from eight different angles.

Chapter 38: You and I Confess Our Blades

"Gu...!"

Heart-piercing pain came from behind, and the hot pain that felt like burning rolled down with the fishy and slippery red liquid, gushing out from between the skin and the flesh, splashing all over the luxurious white soft cloth with embroidery, and dyeing the silver-white hard armor plates red - the expensive armor could not make the blow seem non-existent, it could only reduce its force, blunt its blade, and make it unable to take its owner's life with one blow, that's all.

The faster one is, the stronger one is. This sword, like every previous one, is the product of perfect skills.

“Haaaa…Haaaa…! Ugh!”

She struggled to get up from the ground and raised her arms from the dent made by her own body. The strong feeling of dizziness and the burning sensation from behind stirred Lunicia's nerves, making her feel black in front of her eyes.

She could only vaguely judge the severity of the injury from the condition of her body, but for some reason, this judgment seemed to become clearer than ever before, as if her understanding of her own body had been further improved - this kind of thing did not exist at least in her subjective opinion, so she no longer tried to explain it.

There was a horrific gash on his back, extending from the side ribs all the way to the shoulder blade.

——The spine was not injured, but a gash was left on the shoulder blade.

This is not common sense. Compared to this insignificant injury that only affects her sword swinging, Systine undoubtedly hopes to cut off her spine with one sword. Even if this does not take her life, it can at least paralyze her permanently. Naturally, the victory of this battle will belong to Systine herself.

——The presence of the armor affected the feel of the game, and I only had the chance to exert my strength at the very end... "Preserve the results of the battle"...

when--!

The harsh sound of metal collision echoed in the ears of both of them as the swords met. Lunicia had to roll on the ground in a panic using the recoil force to barely avoid being beheaded on the spot by the second sword that followed.

The horrific wound on her back was covered with gravel and mud, and the broken bricks and stones were embedded in the cracks on her shoulder blade. The tearing pain should have made her tremble all over, unable to exert strength, and even unable to hold the hilt of the sword tightly. However, Lunicia just stood still, and the arm that should have been disabled was raised upright, holding the hilt of the sword, with a strength that it could not have grasped otherwise.

It was as if it was not a human arm, but the arm of a puppet. The arm that was not supposed to move seemed to be controlled by some invisible bolts and pulled by transparent strings.

Lunisia didn't care about that.

She just stared at the person in front of her quietly, holding her breath, waiting for the next clash of swords.

His mind was focused and his eyes were fixed on the task at hand.

Only those eyes were staring into the pupils.

The black pupils were filled with dazzling and strange gold, shining with two completely opposite feelings: excitement and indifference.

——The next round will be the last one.