Does the mechanical girl dream of the Messiah?

Two more young and promising knights were killed in front of them, which made Lunicia even more angry. However, on the contrary, her mind became calmer and she began to think about ways to break the deadlock.

If he continued to fight with the monster in front of him, the result would only be that all his knights would be defeated in the protracted battle, and he would be caught in a pincer attack in the end. There would be no possibility of a comeback.

Therefore, the best way is to quickly and decisively deal with the monster in front of you.

And the monster was rushing towards them.

Round 3!

Lunicia raised her huge sword, the two-meter-long sword with the handle was held in front of her, the blade facing the oncoming monster. No retreat, no dodge, no defense, no avoidance, just a straight-forward strike!

when!

The sound of metal clashing meant that the opponent's giant claw had hit, however, this was only the beginning of the confrontation, this time both sides merely grazed each other, a piece of rotten flesh was lifted from the monster's shoulder, a small piece of silver armor along with the lining and flesh was torn off from Lunicia's thigh, the pain was equal, and the impact was also insignificant.

when!

With the next blow, the sound of metal clashing rang out again, but it was completely unlike the sound that should have been made in the last round of confrontation. The sound of this blow was duller and weaker than the previous ones.

“I’ve…caught…you…!”

The monster did not choose to attack directly, but took advantage of the moment when Lunicia's giant sword had the least power, caught it with its palm, deflected it, and made it plunge heavily into the mud. The monster then held the blade of the giant sword with one claw, as if to prevent it from being pulled out of the ground. This completely blocked Lunicia's attack and defense methods, forcing her into a desperate situation.

Even though one of its hands was sliced ​​and nearly cut in half from trying to hold the blade, the monster wasn't worried at all because it had already raised its other claw, which was enough to tear the annoying human in front of it into pieces.

It met Lunesia's eyes once again.

It wasn't a look of panic, nor was it a look of helplessness because of the impending horrific ending.

On the contrary.

That's a look of courage and determination that keeps moving forward!

Nothing has changed!

Click, click, click.

In less than half a second, three rapid metallic sounds came from the blade of the giant sword.

In the half second when the monster had no time to react, the hilt of the giant sword had bounced off the sword body and was once again held in Lunicia's hand. The sharp and heavy sword body had become a shield, with golden wings and Zelti's holy emblem painted on it, and the hilt once again became a hilt, the hilt of a dexterous and sharp one-handed longsword!

Silver light shining——

The pauldron on his right shoulder was blown off by the giant claw, and blood and flesh were scattered on the tree trunk behind him.

And the sword has been swung!

Along with the dazzling silver light, half of the monster's head was blown off, and the gray eyeballs, upper jaw and skull were lifted up together, along with the corrupt blood, and thrown into the sky!

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Chapter 8: Battle Flow

The monster in front of him did not have the strange vitality of a zombie. After its head was cut off, dark red and almost black liquid gushed out from the broken neck. The four-meter-tall body shook twice, and then fell to the ground unwillingly.

At times like this we should raise our swords and cheer, but the situation has not yet completely reversed, so this is not the time for such a thing.

Right there, there are people waiting for their help!

……

For "Big Shield" Jesse, the current situation has nothing to do with optimism.

Excluding Lunicia, he was undoubtedly the best defensive knight in the entire team. However, now that Morgan and Daniel were killed and the front line was extremely compressed, he only felt that the enemy was attacking from all directions, which almost made him feel overwhelmed. Even so, he could not choose to retreat and escape, otherwise he would be disregarding the lives of his friendly forces.

--coming!

He shouted in his heart, but physically he just widened his eyes, suddenly calmed down, and then tilted the huge shield -

when--!

The loud noise of the collision came from the shield, but it sounded only from the shield alone. The opponent's weapons did not make any obvious sound, which made Jesse's heart sink. The strange long sword dripping with rotten soil, and the decayed weapons and farm tools in the hands of the zombies, all showed unheard-of strange properties: the wounds from being cut would decay, they were as light as weightless, and they made no sound when swung... all of these made people feel that they were hard to defend against.

This doubt only lasted for less than a moment, and the next moment, Jesse's hammer had already been swung out with great force.

puff--

The feeling of being hit came through the handle of the hammer, but that was not the target he wanted. The tall weirdo dodged from the side, and was replaced by a zombie with its head and chest smashed, turning into a half-piece of rotten meat with only the lower half of its body intact.

The opponent moved again, but it was difficult for this side to defend or fight back due to the poor posture. In desperation, Jesse could only twist his body - the rusty sword light came towards him, accompanied by the dull sound of metal collision, but it failed to cut off Jesse's head. The long sword finally hit his shoulder armor, and was slid away by the uneven curved surface, and failed to touch the body protected by the armor.

However, this did not mean the end of the offensive. On the other side where he was truly unprepared, several zombies had already rushed over, wielding corrupted pitchforks and inferior swords. Even if they could not take down Jesse in a head-on battle, they could definitely succeed in this situation of near siege and sneak attack!

"Danger!"

Kyle rolled over from the side, and before the force of the roll had worn off, he swung the sword in his hand, slashing diagonally upwards, cutting the zombies' bodies in half - they were very strong, but paradoxically their flesh was as soft and fragile as real corpses, and could be easily cut in half if the attack hit them.

"Are you okay, Sir Jesse?"

He swung his sword again and chopped the two zombies that rushed up from the side into two pieces.

"do not come--"

In desperation, Jesse shouted out in a dull voice, but it was too late.

The huge monster was more agile than any enemy they had ever seen. After failing to chop Jesse with his sword, he actually stepped on the tree trunk behind him. Then, with great momentum, he moved left and right between the surrounding tree trunks. His speed was so fast that even a blurry afterimage could be seen. His figure was now stepping over the last dead tree and arriving on top of Kyle Onsares.

A black shadow suddenly enveloped him, which made Kyle aware of it. He subconsciously realized that there was something above his head, and then he raised the sword in his hand.

Ding!

A crisp sound came from the sword body, and the long sword dripping with rotten soil collided with the tip of the silver long sword in Kyle's hand, and then staggered to both sides. Kyle was full of confidence. With the zombies around him temporarily cleared out, he felt that he had a good chance of taking down this strange and tall cultist with the cooperation of Jesse Devam, who was called "Giant Shield" and ranked among the top rookie knights.

The confidence in his pupils turned into astonishment and fear in an instant.

The rusty red with the earthy brown was constantly growing in his eyes.

The next moment, his head had been pierced by the long sword covered with rotten soil and nailed directly to the ground. As the rotten soil grew and shook off, Kyle's head turned into a pool of black water emitting a foul smell in an instant!

His body turned in the air, and his long sword was picked up from the mud covered with black water, and collided head-on with the swinging warhammer. With another muffled sound, the recoil force was just right for him to retreat to a safe distance. From behind him, another wave of zombies emerged from the darkness. There were only three knights left on the field. To this wave of zombie reinforcements, they were just like reefs in the tide and would be submerged in a moment.

"Elf Knight" April has knocked "Birch Leaf Sword" Willy's body to the ground, and has cleared a group of zombies. "Wise Man" Andy is walking between April and Jesse, sharing the pressure for the two, but they both know that this state of ease will soon collapse.

"Tear them apart."

The tall weirdo stretched out his left hand from his cloak and pointed his gelatinous index finger with huge claws at the three people who were still resisting.

This is an order, an order for the zombies to attack forward.

"Don't try to succeed!"

From the woods behind, a silvery-white figure flashed by in a circling motion.

The next moment, the bodies of seven or eight zombies, no matter strong or thin, young or young, their upper and lower bodies shifted apart little by little, and the completely rotten flesh and blood appeared as smooth as a silver mirror on the cut surface. They didn't even realize the fact that they had been split into two halves. They waved their hands forward in vain, trying to execute the master's orders, but they could only fall down, collapsing into puddles of black water on the ground.

when!

This time, it was a clear and loud sound of metal collision, rather than a one-sided injury!

During the short distance she ran, Lunicea had already cast divine grace on her sword, allowing it to more effectively fight against weapons endowed with filthy magic.

Correspondingly, although the huge monster in front of him also possessed extraordinary arm strength and could use his seemingly skinny arms to wield a long sword that ordinary people could wield with both hands, his strength was still far inferior to the monster that Lunicia had just fought in the woods.

This is the chance of winning.

The long swords collided head-on, and the fight was evenly matched. The monster, whose agility and strength were beyond that of humans, did not gain any advantage in the first round of confrontation.

Although Lunicia's strength and speed are greater than those of the knights, the gap between them is not as great as that between monsters and humans. The reason why they can fight evenly in this situation is because Lunicia's swordsmanship is more advanced than that of the opponent - "judgment", "distance", "time", and "position". Combining these, she can come up with the best time to attack and the best sword path.

The result was that Lunicia's sword style was like a swimming snake. Every time she swung her sword at the perfect moment when the opponent's sword had not yet arrived and her strength was not fully utilized, forcing the opponent to fight against her with a defective sword-swinging method, and her huge strength and speed advantages could not be fully utilized.

One was advancing further and further into the battle, while the other was retreating step by step. Despite such a huge gap in physique, the situation was completely reversed.

The strange man in the cloak let out a "hey" and a sound like phlegm in his throat came out of his mouth, followed by a turbid and dim ochre-colored halo in his hand.

Chapter 9: Turbid Light

The turbid light immediately made Lunicea feel uneasy. She lacked systematic learning of magic and knew nothing about the existence outside of divine magic. Even so, she could immediately realize that the light must be something bad. The sense of crisis made her raise the sword, holding the junction of the hilt and the guard.

This is not a common grip, but no one noticed.

The best way at this time is to seize the initiative and interrupt the spell before it is completed - using a silencing spell or directly killing the caster can be considered. However, for Lunisia, who has no idea what kind of spell the other party is casting, this method is out of the question.

It is unclear whether forcibly interrupting the spell will lead to other consequences, nor is it clear how long the chanting and rituals are required to complete the release of the spell. In this case, if you rush in rashly, the most likely result is that you will become a sitting duck.

She waved her hand to remove the holy light attached to the blade, and chanted another spell. Then, the holy power of the light gathered again, forming a shield mark around her body. Lunicia asked the last three knights to defend behind her, and she stood in the front, pretending to charge, holding the sword in one hand and leaving the other hand empty.

As she took a step forward, the dirty khaki light suddenly exploded. It didn't look like a successful spell, but rather like the spell was automatically lifted by him. However, this did not make Lunicia feel relieved - under the cover of the khaki light, a more twisted and ominous dark light was condensing like a twitch!

That tiny ray of light showed an extremely strange color, as if countless turbid colors were roughly intertwined together, tied up tightly, and struggling madly in the bondage. Just a glance at that ray of light would make people feel extremely uneasy and uncomfortable, and it felt as if all the organs in the body had their own consciousness, were restless in the body, unable to obey the command of the brain, and began to decay and collapse on their own.

That feeling disappeared under the impact of warmth, and the pious shield automatically blocked the mental impact of the light for her. However, the other knights did not have such concerns. They closed their eyes when the khaki light shattered, and they were completely unable to see the crazy colors that could pollute their nerves.

Although she didn't understand what this strange magic aura meant, Lunicia subconsciously felt that it indicated some kind of offensive spell, which made her heart tremble. She stopped and steadied her steps. She pinched the intersection of the guard and the hilt heavily, and her thumb brushed across the bright and sacred ruby ​​-

The next moment, the strange light suddenly turned into five fingers of turbid color, stabbing towards Lunicia like five sharp swords. The monster itself used this force to fly backwards, and before it could hit the trees behind it, a huge figure jumped out from the shadows between the trees, grabbed the monster's body, and rushed into the woods!

It looked very similar, but it was not the monster that Lunicia had killed before. The headless body of that monster was still lying on the ground, without any movement.

This made Lunicia secretly feel bad. She wanted to catch up immediately, but the more important thing was to overcome the current crisis.

Those five twisted rays of light that were like sharp swords could not be blocked by the armor on his body no matter how he looked at it. If he was hit, he would undoubtedly be killed or crippled!

She raised the long sword in her right hand and her left hand at the same time. When the tip of the sword was aimed at one of the rays of light, a dazzling silver light pierced through the woods. Wherever the tip of the sword pointed, a huge force collided. The sword edge intersected with the twisted light, and the sword body creaked under the terrifying impact. Severe pain came from Lunicia's wrist. With the pain of dislocation, the long sword also slipped out of her hand and stabbed into the ground while spinning - it didn't matter, because the strange light had deviated from its trajectory under the sword, and disappeared without a trace after piercing through the tree trunk on one side.

There are four more rays of light!

There is absolutely no need to worry.

The blade of the giant sword that was left behind was now firmly fastened to Lunisia's other arm by the help of the belt, turning into an indestructible silver shield!

The giant sword is actually composed of two parts. It is usually used as a two-handed giant sword. However, if it encounters special situations or occasions that are not suitable for the giant sword, such as a hall full of pillars, or a cave too narrow to wield, or a mountain path that is difficult to move, Lunicia can choose to change the form of the giant sword.

Gripping the hilt tightly, the sword body along with the emblem popped out from the original sword body, turning it into a long sword.

If you press the ruby ​​button at the junction of the guard and the hilt, the original sword body can change its shape, and after an extremely short folding, it will become a giant shield, which will bounce to Lunicia's arm under the action of suction and then be fixed by a strap, thus becoming a combination of sword and shield.

The iron block used as a shield was attached with a simple constant magic. In addition to being attracted to Lunicia, it could also automatically bypass simple obstacles, such as the woods here.

At this moment, it was just the right blocking in front of Lunicia. After the dual effects of folding and extending, the sword body that turned into a gorgeous shield had completely blocked the four distorted lights!

The horrible impact force came straight from the front, and the force was so great that Lunixia's feet had sunk deeply into the ground, and she was even moving backwards. Her steel-forged combat boots dragged a ditch in the mud, and she was still moving backwards. In the case of difficulty in deflection, the best way was to lie down with the huge impact force, but Lunixia could not do that, because there were surviving knights behind her. If she fell down like this, the beams whose trajectories were deflected might still hit them.

She could only grit her teeth and use all her strength to fight against the four rays of light.

There was a continuous creaking sound, and that terrible sound represented a not very optimistic situation. The tremendous pain and pressure even made her temporarily lose consciousness, as if the arm used to hold the shield had disappeared from her body. Even half of her body was numb, and she could only rely on instinct to defend herself with all her strength. Even though she had been pressured to the limit, she still tried her best to deflect the direction of the shield, trying to let the four beams of light shoot in a direction that would have no effect at all.

As a believer in God, she should pray, but at this moment her mind was blank.

She can already see her future.

The creaking sound became more and more intense, and finally, in the terrible metal fatigue, the entire shield was cut in half, and he would be the next one to be cut in half.

There seems to be no way to avoid this.

She vaguely sensed that this power was so special that it was definitely not a power that an ordinary cultist could wield. Her eyes unconsciously saw the pierced tree trunk. In the big hole that almost completely shattered the trunk that was as thick as the tree man's arms could hug, the fibers seemed to have their own life. They were squirming madly, biting each other, and gradually rotting, presenting a crazy smell of decay.

That was like a miracle from a heretical god.

A divine art that is beyond one's understanding.

She did not feel despair, but simply used more strength to support the shield in her hand.

Since he had already fought for a glimmer of hope through his own efforts, he should try harder. Since he had failed to save those who had died—be they knights under his own name or civilians whose names he did not even know—he must protect those who were still alive.

She hated death, she feared death, she loathed death, but not her own death.

——Alas, God, is this my destiny?

If this is true, it would be amazing. As a saint who listens to the voices of all gods and all things in the world and connects the church and God, the last words she heard after the voice of God faded away were an order to commit suicide.

And the death was meaningless.

She did not feel resentment or regret. She listened to the teachings from God and learned human virtues and martial arts. This made her current life at least not so empty, so there was nothing to regret.

I just feel a little unwilling, and I just feel that... I could have helped more people.