"The master's appearance is a glory that only the strong can admire——"
Alleria's actions once again angered Du Barry, but unfortunately, Alleria glared back only halfway through her words.
"The momentum is good, but don't interrupt me, I'm talking to her now!"
With one look and a drink, the momentum and courage that Du Barry finally mustered up were like a flood that burst a dam, flowing thousands of miles away, and it was difficult to gather up again.
At the same time, she discovered that the momentum on the other side was constantly rising, and she could actually compete with her master.
Although she was unwilling to do so, there was really no room for her to intervene in such a confrontation between strong men.
"Or do you want me to prove my strength? I don't care. I came here just to challenge you."
Alleria can scold Du Barry at will, because Du Barry is not strong enough.
But for a being like Arian Hed, Alleria had the highest respect.
I wonder who in the entire empire can let this golden Rakshasa prove his strength?
"No. I just don't want to do certain things in that capacity. Now that you are here, it would be rude to continue wearing this."
Arianhead shook his head first, then reached out and took off his helmet, revealing his face that had been hidden all this time.
"……What a nice view……"
More than one person made such a sigh, including women like Yuna and Miriam, and men like Kurt and Ash.
Because of their status and experience, everyone has seen many beauties, some of whom are among the top in the world.
But these people pale in comparison to the women in front of them.
The blond hair is slightly lighter than the Noir family, but more dazzling.
Deep eyes that combine the clarity of the lake and the depth of the sea.
There is no flaw in every part of her skin, facial features, and she is as beautiful as a dream, not like a human being, but like a legendary fairy.
And in the legends of the empire, there happened to be a legend who had the legend of being a "son exchanged by fairies".
The hero who saved the country two hundred and fifty years ago, the "Saint of the Gun" Lianna Sandlot.
"More heroic than the numerous paintings that have been preserved."
Although it has been so long, Alleria, no, all the people of the empire can recognize her at a glance, because of her unique beauty that no one can match.
For this reason, Arian Hurd must wear a full-face helmet.
"It seems that we can expect more power from the cavalry rifle?"
"yes."
Arianne Hurd, no, Lianna Sandlot freely admits.
If anyone else said this, it would be a bit arrogant, but when it came out of her mouth, it was perfectly justified.
Because back then, she had already reached the pinnacle of martial arts, and now she is at the pinnacle of martial arts.
Without enough strength, it is impossible to catch her peeping and see her true face.
And the act of taking off the helmet itself is also a recognition of Alleria's strength.
"Just like your bright red sword, your name as Rakshasa is well-deserved."
"It's my honor to be praised by you." Alleria performed a standard swordsman's salute first, "You have been my goal since I started practicing martial arts. I always thought that no one could compete with you like this.
Chance, but Goddess bless.”
"No, it's not the goddess' blessing." Lianna shook her head for the second time.
Alleria didn't care: "It doesn't matter, goddess or devil, since fate guides me to meet you, I will give everything I have - Rean, you are not allowed to interfere, and no one else is allowed to interfere."
"Du Barry, so are you." Liana also said.
No one answered aloud.
It's not that I don't agree, but I'm afraid of disturbing this peak showdown that spans 250 years.
Intervene?
That was an insult to the two female heroes, to martial arts, and even to the culture of the empire.
Even Roselia, who has the oldest qualifications and is equivalent to the history of the empire, chooses to hold her breath and concentrate.
Alleria, who almost always holds the sword with one hand, rarely holds the sword with both hands, and her brilliant fighting spirit reaches the ceiling: "This is the time to transcend the legend."
Liana also raised the lance in her hand at the same time.
Once upon a time, she carried a gun like this and fought into troubled times, killing through the entire empire and creating a bright future.
"bring it on!"
"Drink ahhhhhhhh--"
"Oh oh oh oh--"
Voicing is the release of anger.
The shouting from the Dantian can arouse the spirit of struggle to the extreme.
The two top female warriors unanimously chose to go all out.
Any reservation is a blasphemy to your opponent and disrespect for your own martial arts.
Therefore, just the first call of the gun and sword caused the ground to shake and the entire ruins to tremble.
Guns and swords clashed, and both of them flew upside down.
Lianna, who was wearing heavy armor, took a step and bumped into the knee of Shenji. She stopped the castration by pressing her elbows against the machine's body.
Alleria, who was not covered by armor, slipped all the way, almost to the other side of the ruins.
After regrouping, the two women looked at each other and smiled.
Both sides never took a breath, but instead violently collided with each other on the previous straight line at a faster speed than they had retreated.
There was a clang.
It was obviously just a collision between weapons, but the sound it made was comparable to a bell.
Stone chips continued to fall from the top of the ruins, and the onlookers could only retreat again and again, for fear of being involved in this competition that was comparable to the collision of fantasy beasts.
But he didn't dare to look away because of this. If he missed something, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
Especially Rean.
Although I have already witnessed the duel between Rakshasa and Saint, watching such a duel not just once, but even ten times is not enough.
Not only because they are both at the top, but also because of their paths and fighting styles that Rean cannot match.
Using the Ether Knife as a weapon meant that Rean was destined to miss this purest and most violent form of collision.
However, not having a chance doesn’t mean it’s useless. On the contrary, because you can’t do it yourself, you have to watch more and learn more and gain experience from it.
How can someone who can reach the pinnacle of martial arts only have brute force?
The head-on confrontation between guns and swords is only superficial, but the core of the competition is the competition of skills.
With every collision, Lianna's wrist would shake slightly, adding a concussive force to the tip of the spear. After several rounds of confrontation, Alleria's footing had been destroyed to some extent.
Alleria was not at a disadvantage either. Each sword was cleverly curved, leaving a lingering aftertaste on the gun, making each of her swords heavier than the last one.
When the aftertaste and tremor are superimposed to the extreme, the bell-like sound reaches its peak.
Alleria held the sword, and Lyanna held the gun. The two seemed not to move, but the distance between them was getting farther and farther.
A ravine is torn out from the depths of the thousand-year-old ancient ruins, and its length and width are gradually stretching.