I Became the First Prince: Legend of Sword's Song

The battle began again.

The masters continued to march towards the prince, albeit a little.

The number of wounds engraved on their bodies increased slightly.

Kaaak!

A black snake appears at the bottom of the foot, aiming for Adelia Bavarian's neck.

Spatula.

She twists her body small and twists the serpent's torso.

(chuckles)

But as she was cut off, the serpent ended up pinching her teeth.

Adelia Bavaria hasn't changed a single look.

I just reached out and grabbed the serpent's head and burst.

Glug.

Her ears choked, blood gushed out.

Her left ear, torn apart by a black snake, was ripped open.

Vale Balahard slashes the black dwarf who just ran towards him and asks for comfort.

Instead of answering, she grabbed the sword and ran back to the black beasts.

It was a tough battle.

It was no longer a matter of moving forward, but of not even stepping back.

Nevertheless, the two masters did not take a step back.

It is only at the bottom, not the center, but the pressure has pressed on the soul.

The pressure left by the prince in the midst of the darkness is unimaginable.

I couldn't back off.

Whenever they defeat the black beasts, a faint light rises beyond the darkness.

This fight was never meaningless.

The details of the situation were unknown, but the presence of those who remained here fighting was certainly a force for the prince as well.

We must not go any further.

Butter had to survive here, too.

Where they stood now was the last frontier where the prince and they could feel each other's existence.

No matter what, I had to take care of this place.

Even if you die fighting.

"Huff, huff."

Adelia Bavaria, who once recited the poem of the opening wall and cut off the black beasts, shoved the tip of the sword into the ground and breathed with expectation.

"You've grown incredibly mature."

Baleard, standing beside him, said in a mild tone.

He thought.

When I first saw her, she was just a good, sweet, but weak maid.

When my nephew first told me he was going to make her a knight, it was ridiculous.

He considered the knight a flock that would not be his nephew.

Immediately after that, she admired the amazing talent she had shown and sometimes used force against her nephew.

Over time, she became strong enough to be an opponent of the dizzy knights.

But what Baleard saw, she was still not hot.

The knight was obliged to keep what he had to do without retreating under any circumstances.

In that sense, she was too strong to say that the power of God was such a great knight.

It was her.

He admired Adelia Bavaria's clear energy.

An unseen battle, an unstoppable and stubborn enemy running.

Despite all those difficulties, her energy remained steady, and the tide also announced.

I didn't lack the heart to tell my nephew either.

"Now I'm a reliable knight."

Baleard smiled softly.

The reason I didn't give up on the fortress of the fairies was because I was worried that my nephew would be left alone.

I was so worried about the future of my nephew, who always makes enemies feel awkward.

I couldn't sleep at night because I thought I had to go back quickly and be my niece's strength.

But not anymore.

Next to his nephew was an article called Adelia Bavaria.

Arwen Kirgaen, Bernardo Eli. Vincent. There were countless other people gathered near his nephew.

Now, even if he was not himself, his nephew could not remain alone.

Vale Ballerhard threw his big sword into the rubble.

Then a black beast resembling a dragon appeared in front of him.

A powerful being that has never been compared to the beasts they have defeated.

"Please take care of Ian."

"Vale?"

Vale Ballerhard hurriedly asked her.

"If I'm defeated with all my might, I want you to stay here and tell me she's not alone."

Adelia Bavaria could not hear the words in a harsh tone.

"When I see Ian again."

"What are you saying..."

"It wasn't long, but it was good to see you again."

Before she even said anything, Vale Ballerhard's body began to glow gloriously.

At the same time, Penta's sworn gesture arose and struck the son-in-law.

An impossibility for a weary laborer.

"Given the energy, Pilsi was originally an unusual creature. There will be no more butterflies to decorate the last of the Knight Vale."

Baleard grabs the sword he put on the floor.

Aaaaaaaaaah.

The black dragon makes a clear roar that doesn't match its ugly look.

Eww.

A gigantic agary opens, and a black flame chokes out from it.

At that moment, Vale Ballerhard rolls his feet and raises his sword against the rubble.

The best stung he can do, with only one hand left.

A blue flashlight burns on the tip of the sword that protrudes from the rubble heap.

Spatula.

The black flame that touched the blue sword was instantly cut off.

Khhhhhh.

And beyond that scattered flame appeared the head of a black dragon with its mouth open.

Vale Ballerhard draws back the sword he put up.

Heh heh.

In the first fight, the wounded giant shook as if it were going to break right away.

"Hold on!"

The old man shouted and went forward.

Bang!

However, the desperate wind shattered before reaching the Black Dragon.

The Black Dragon opened his mouth even louder.

Baleard throws away only one sword and curls his hand.

Unlike swordsmanship, a heavy energy gathered in his fist.

He pushes his fist hard.

Plugged into the mouth of a scintillating fist dragon.

Bang!

The dragon's head explodes and disappears without a trace.

But the dragon is not dead.

Three headaches popped out at the place where the head disappeared.

"Huh. You've seen this nasty case."

Hearing the roar coming from different places, Vale Ballerhard kicks his tongue short and punches again.

Three heads exploded.

The dragon's head has doubled again.

He even burst.

The dragon made a giant, and stretched its axes.

Khhhhhh

A black giant rushes from behind.

Valrhaud steps forward.

I tore apart the giant's hard body and tore apart all the black things that ran beyond it.

He went on and on like that.

But his steps, which seemed to be unfinished, were about to end.

The flashes gathered in his fists were fading slightly.

"If you are a messenger, speak to him yourself."

Then Adelia Bavaria stepped forward, scattering the glorious clerk.

Then, as he did, she tore the black beasts apart and went forward.

The flashes gathered at the end of her sword as she went forward became darker over time.

The striking force has also become stronger.

Breathing on my shoulders, I also regained stability at some point.

Vale Ballerhard intuited.

I think the way to the transcendence my niece told me about is right here. Adelia Bavaria says she's moving towards transcendence at this moment.

If we survive here, there will be only glorious glory in her future.

But the great darkness did not wish for the birth of a new myth.

Qaaaaaaaah.

The darkness howls and falls over her.

The overwhelming darkness of the black beasts, incomparable to it, swallowed up the glorious clergy she had caused.

From her mouth came the fuzziness of my forefathers.

A massive darkness and soaring clergy hit the sky.

"Ugh!"

Adelia Bavaria bounces back.

She gets up and runs forward with blood on her mouth.

Wheezing.

Then I couldn't take a few steps and rolled the floor.

The fallen woman insists on getting up again.

Rise and fall, rise again, fall again.

Then the darkness poured down upon her again.

Vale Ballerhard steps forward, gathering the last remaining power into his fist and swinging hard.

Bang!

The old man knelt down.

The darkness overflows over it.

He raises only one hand on his knees and stops the darkness from pouring down.

Behind him was Adelia Bavaria, who was still repeating the fall.

Under the pressure of darkness, which slowly grew stronger, blood was shed from Valrhaud's eyes, ears, and nose.

His knee that touched the ground slowly dug and heard.

The straight waist and shoulders became increasingly bent.

It was only a matter of time before the great darkness that his body was crushed without any form.

That's the moment.

Pot!

A light burst from the depths of the darkness.

It was quite a glorious light, unlike the faint one so far.

Darkness danced.

Vale Ballerhard got up on his knees again.

Adelia Bavaria jumps and cuts off the darkness, which has stirred her up late.

Then I rolled over the floor.

The roaring black beasts rush at her as if they were waiting.

It was then.

Fresh!

I heard a sharp noise ripping through the sky.

At the same time, a single stalk of energy descends from the sky and tears the black beasts apart.

Bang!

It was heavy again.

Krrrrrr.

Adelia Bavaria forcibly opens her eyes to the fierce cry of scratching her neck.

There was a giant non-dragon.

I saw dozens of thunderstorms plunging down from the sky beyond that giant.

Dothrin's non-dragon knights.

* *

"Knights of the Spear!"

Adelia Bavaria rejoiced as she watched dozens of non-dragons plunging down from the sky.

Bang! Bang!

The magical horses recited by Dothrin's Warlocks fall successively over the black beasts.

Suddenly the surroundings became devastated.

"The monarch who was concerned about the prince of return sent us first. Luckily, it's not too late."

I was watching the fall of the non-dragon knights, and someone raised her up and said,

Looking back, a young Warlock looks at her as she climbs on a non-dragon.

Unlike before, the impression changed coldly, but he certainly knew her well.

It was Prince Doris' friendship, Jean Kathryn, who died.

"...!"

At that time, an unnamed non-dragon knight shouted in haste.

Jean Catherine, who heard this, looked around with a firm face.

Black beasts cling countless times to strong non-dragons.

Nondragon Knights and Warlocks were scattering spears and magic, but the beasts were stubborn.

"Get in. We'll get you somewhere safe."

Jean Kathryn, who turned his head again, suggested climbing onto the non-dragon.

Adelia Bavaria shakes her head.

"His Royal Highness is in there!"

In his urgent voice, Jean Catherine frowns and looks at the darkness from afar.

At that time, a weak light flashed in it.

Jean Catherine chews her lips as she gazes at the light.

Around here, the non-dragon knights were yelling at him.

"I'll hear the explanation later."

Jean Catherine said to her with a hardened face.

"First, I will help you in the sky. Even if you put a little pressure on the power, you have to hold on."

Adelia Bavaria nods.

"The battalion will be ready soon."

At the end of the day, Kathryn rises with the non-dragon.

Other non-dragon knights also plundered the black beasts, and some flew up into the barracks.

In the meantime, Vale Balahard, who has recovered some energy, comes back and hits her back.

"Hmmm. You're embarrassed."

As the last will of death was worthless, the knight was a little embarrassed.

Adelia Bavaria's eyes turned yellow and red when she saw him.

The slayer and the warlord's gaze swiftly swept around.

The non-dragon knights were strong and handed over innumerable black beasts, but the number of enemies surrounding them was still high.

But the situation was no longer as hopeless as it was before.

She looked up at the sky.

I saw dozens of non-dragons hovering over my head and preparing to descend again.

The magic words recited by the Warlocks echoed here and there.

Adelia Bavaria grabbed the sword.

The black beasts rush as if they were waiting.

Phew!

Then I heard a loud noise from the sky.

She looks at the sky again, torn apart by a black giant.

The Warlocks cast their magic.

Much of the magic that was poured out exploded in the air.

The black things with wings covered the sky in black.

The non-dragon knights who were preparing for the descent were also turning and fighting with the winged ones.

Yet she did not give up hope.

Jean Catherine said:

The force will be ready soon.

And that wasn't wrong.

Boooooooooooo!

The sound of the trumpet echoes from afar.

At the same time, I heard the sound of horseshoes shaking their axes.

Over the horizon bitten by darkness, countless flashes rose above the sky.

A glorious horde of light swept through the sky, and a pale sword, like the moonlight, cut off the darkness.

The flashes of color from behind were cut into darkness and torn apart.

Boooooooo!

Once again, the sound of the trumpet sounded.

It was the moment when the nobles of the kingdom, the knights of Leonberg, were finally on the battlefield.