Volume 2 Chapter 76 The Conflicting Moon And Sun III
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Tengu, summon the Windsong Blade.”
Kian spoke briefly while gazing at Oswald, standing several meters away.
The sun-kissed youth had already stripped off his heavy armor.
The audience in the arena, which had been lively moments before, now looked utterly baffled by Oswald’s sudden disrobing.
The bard standing beside the VIP seats had forgotten his tale and stared in awe at the spectacle.
”――――.”
Kian also began to remove his armor.
He had no choice but to comply, not wanting to embarrass him.
”Sir Kian, do you intend to entertain that man’s delusions?”
”He’s serious. Even if I refuse, I believe he’ll use a Secret Technique.”
He retrieved the Windsong Blade from the writhing Tengu’s body nearby.
To the onlookers, it might have appeared as street performance.
”Natra, I need your support with magic power. If I die, please look after Christy with the Tengu.”
”I won’t let you face this alone. I will follow you to the ends. Before that, I will not let you die.”
”Thank you.”
Kian said this as he drew the Windsong Blade from its sheath.
The magic sword screamed as it inhaled the heat suffusing the arena.
Perhaps the ‘Wind-Eating Varglips’ devoured by the fire dragon Renaud had left behind such a final cry.
”I’m glad you accepted my offer.”
Oswald facing him plunged the sheath of the holy sword into the sand.
The color of the sheath was gold.
It was ostentatiously adorned, yet it seemed to suit the flamboyant youth perfectly.
Oswald turned to the sheath he had driven into the ground,
”Hmph!”
And quite unexpectedly, sheathed the holy sword.
The knights of the Franz Kingdom sheathed their swords as well, mimicking that movement.
”――――?”
(What is he planning?)
”My lord, do not let your guard down.”
Natra whispered this, then concentrated the energy (ki) to create a ‘Wall’ around Kian.
The hot winds of the arena stirred up clouds of dust as Oswald, sheathing the holy sword in a golden scabbard, twisted his face into a ferocious grimace.
”As you know, the Holy Sword of the Sun has the power to purge evil. However, the ability to ignite what I cut or scorch my enemies with a glance actually comes from the scabbard.”
A sharp sound sliced through the air.
Oswald drew the holy sword from the ground and took a low stance.
(Could he really do that while it’s still sheathed!?)
”The scabbard that holds the Holy Sword of the Sun is made from materials of a Demon that commands fire. When used while sheathed, the holy sword also takes on the properties of a magic sword. In other words,”
A massive flow of magic power erupted from Oswald’s body.
While Kian and Natra’s magic powers appeared as black auras, Oswald’s magic power resembled blazing golden flames.
Shadows of flames, many times larger than the golden youth standing just under 2 meters tall, swelled and danced around him.
”This man…”
Natra, who was casting an enhancement spell, muttered through gritted teeth.
(It’s the same.)
Gripping the sobbing wind’s magic sword again, Kian squinted his eyes.
Just like when he laid to rest Almeisa, Azrael’s apostle, with the wind’s magic sword the other day.
Anyone who wasn’t an immortal dragon or a vampire would be utterly obliterated upon activation.
The only way to counter this was to unleash a powerful blow from his own magic sword to negate it.
”Awaken, Phoenix!”
The golden youth whispered, stepping forward.
His golden boots melted the gravel beneath, turning it crimson.
The atmosphere of the vast arena trembled, distorting the sense of distance in the scenery.
Oswald’s golden magic power warped the rules of the world.
Phoenix──.
Was he whispering the name of the Demon that served as the origin of the scabbard?
Something creaked and broke.
A scream erupted from the audience in the arena.
Amidst the gazes of nobles, a sword clad in the scabbard formed a massive blade of golden light.
The sword’s length was equal to Oswald’s height.
However, the moment he raised that, the light should increase beyond comparison.
”Cry out! Windsong Blade!”
He was charging magic into the sword instinctively.
Otherwise, he would die.
Although there had been a warning this time, Kian would have done so even without it.
The magic sword of Windsong emitted a deafening roar that shook the air, absorbing the user’s magic power.
”Hahahaha! That’s the spirit! Let’s go, Kian!”
”――――.”
The sun.
The golden sun.
Behind Oswald, who held the holy sword above his head, the form of a phoenix was seen embedded in the sun at his abdomen.
That was what empowered Oswald.
The demon Phoenix.
The demon that swallowed the sun had a red body and golden eyes.
Its gigantic wings spread over several dozen meters, opening its beak and spewing flames.
In contrast, the majestic figure of the wind dragon──Wind-Eating Varglips──rose behind.
Compared to the phoenix before him, the form of the wind demon, which had instilled fear each time it activated, appeared a size smaller.
The sun shining in the sky and.
The sun exerting its power on the ground.
The two celestial bodies heated the air of the arena immensely.
”Ooooh!”
Oswald jumped.
It was no ordinary leap.
The ground swelled as he performed a vertical leap of several meters.
Looking up, Oswald’s figure overlapped with the sun in the sky.
The sun’s magic sword expanded its blade of light as if to pierce the solar halo.
”――――!”
He unleashed the magic power collected in the Windsong Blade.
The misshapen sword full of holes turned into a shining blade of silver light, whipping up a fierce wind around Kian.
The swirling sand rose into the air like ripples.
They glared at each other across a thick wall of sand.
”Kuhahahaha! Fall, sun! Scorch the earth!!”
”Rage, storm! Together with my will! Oooooooh!!”
The muscles in his arms bulged.
A raging storm.
And a burning, colossal flames.
The golden rays falling from the canopy of the arena met the silver blades of light rising from the ground.
The light of the two magic swords surged dramatically in the moment they faced each other.
Golden and silver clashed, opposing each other fiercely.
From various parts of the audience, screams erupted as the bread and meat held by spectators, along with the fans, hats, and hair ornaments worn by the ladies, were swept away into the swirling winds above the coliseum.
”Guu… OOOOOOOO!”
(The windsong magic sword is… being overpowered…!)
Eyes widened.
Above, the golden sun loomed closer.
It was hot.
The arm gripping the windsong magic sword ignited, and the clothing began to tear away.
”Sir Kian!”
”UOOOOOOOO!”
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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