I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

54 – Disciplined Apostle – (4)

“Huuu. It’s good as expected.”

The apostle Atral was intoxicated by the authority seething throughout his body.

His whole body was burning red, and each sword attack he wielded contained a different level of power.

It was the first time he had used this much power since becoming an apostle.

To that extent, Atral was satisfied.

Every moment of his life, he pursued overwhelming power. To this end, he crossed swords with the strong until his life was gone, and he fought beyond the beckoning of death.

When was it that you became famous as a bad boy in the arena? I couldn’t even remember. Because that was hundreds of years ago.

However, only the exhilarating stimulation and pleasure remained as reverberations in the memory of the arena in a blurry consciousness.

what was the patch

Perhaps it was because he defeated all the strong players in the arena and turned even the knights of the empire into enemies.

He was caught and summarily executed for being a traitor.

Atral barely remembered.

In the end, he became a corpse without exceeding the limits of a human body, and was later resurrected as a knight of a foreign press with no reason at the choice of the church.

However, he did not lose his temper. Because I still had a longing for life. Compared to that time, the string of consciousness was small, but Atral never lost sight of it.

God seems to have liked his appearance, and gave him great power, and the result was this.

One of the five foreign apostles. Stingy Atral.

And the best knight of the Order, who has no one to follow in terms of his single strength.

That was all that modified Atral, who had lost even its name and past.

Kwakwawang!

Another explosion erupted, crushing everything around it.

Then, they advanced to kill the last remaining gray knight of the Royal Guard, Fried Iscobal.

When swinging the greatsword, it hits the target faster than the wind.

The knight in front of him raised his sword to block it.

But he stumbles, losing his balance. And Atral didn’t miss it and swung the sword again.

Fain!

Another explosion sounded.

Freed turned his body halfway and swung his sword again. The power-reinforced breastplate dug deep.

“Suck!”

The blades rub against each other in succession. When Freed bent his wrists and deflected them, Atral’s sword twisted.

Certainly, Fried’s physical strength was strong enough to inspire admiration. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a body bestowed by God.

Atral admired inwardly and strengthened the power contained in the sword.

Whoops.

The sword strikes again. However, Freed’s sword only bounced back emptyly.

“Ugh!”

“I am strong, but I am stronger.”

Atral took a big step with her right foot.

An action he takes unconsciously. But even though Fried knew it, he had no confidence to avoid it.

In the end, he swung his sword as hard as he could toward the flying black greatsword.

⸺ Knockout Geek!

a momentary sword.

Chae Chaeng!

And Atral’s sword broke Freed’s sword with its power.

Freed let go of the hand holding the sword.

Then, he hurriedly pulled his body to evade the greatsword.

But.

“It’s black.”

The knight in front of me vomited blood.

No matter how nimble a knight was, it was impossible to completely avoid the greatsword with a longer blade due to authority. His flanks were hollowed out. Because of the internal injury, it will be more difficult to move than before.

Atral had a foreboding of victory.

Kwagak!

However, Fried punched Atral with his injured body.

It was an attack that didn’t even contain mana, without even thinking about it.

Atral struck back with his fist.

Fried’s left hand snapped, and the fingers bent in an unusual way.

Atral said to Fried, whose face was contorted in pain.

“The fighting spirit is great. But that’s it.”

Certainly, a knight named Fried had fun fighting.

Above all, the expression that the other person seems to enjoy it.

Atral intuitively saw through to the fact that Fried was a natural fighter.

“You and I are alike. Um… yes. We are of the same kind.”

“You’re using very difficult words, cool.”

“It’s a pity. We would have become good friends. Had we met in the arena.”

“What are you talking about… Kuheuk.”

Fried coughed up blood again.

Atral made the last recommendation.

“The renegade Isgovan. I like you. Join us again. How is it?”

Even though he was a traitor who killed Slaine and turned his back on the Church, killing him was quite disappointing. It was a question posed with such thoughts.

However, the knight in front of him twisted and raised his broken middle finger.

“f*k it, you speech impediment faggot.”

“…”

“This doesn’t mean you’re strong, cool. A bastard who puts a straw in and gets refueled in real time from a foreign press is bragging.”

“… um.”

Atral was embarrassed inside.

I knew he would have a serious personality.

I felt like I knew why Arwen was so obsessed.

“I can’t help it. Kill it. After killing it, I also kill Irn.”

Feeling deep regret inside, Atral raised his sword. The opponent is a knight without even a weapon. It was safe to say that victory or defeat had already been decided.

The knight in front of him also twisted his mouth as if he had a premonition of his imminent death.

“Any last words?”

“……Well, I haven’t really thought about it.”

Atral raised his sword, and Freed put strength into his calf.

1 sum that could be the last.

The moment when such a moment becomes an eternity.

A high-pitched voice echoed through the tent.

“Freed!”

A woman’s voice that never suits the noble battles of knights.

Looking to the side, a skinny, silver-haired girl was running barefoot. His platinum-colored hair was dyed dark red, and he was soaked in blood from his wrists to his shoulder blades.

The last thing I held in my hand was a thin sword.

A girl is calling out to Freed while clutching a bloodstained sword.

Seeing this, Atral doubted his eyes.

“It’s Airn. Why…?”

The platinum-haired Empress, Lyncia Ayren, stood in front of her without an escort.

A situation that is completely incomprehensible.

Perhaps that was the same for Fried in front of him, his eyes blinking in bewilderment.

“Your Majesty? Why did you come all the way here?”

“I’m here to help Fried, of course!”

“Ah, no… what kind of story is that?”

Atral stopped the hand that was about to strike the sword for a moment.

I don’t know why. Because I just thought it should be.

“What! I shouldn’t be here?!”

Lynchia shouted in a shrill voice and threw the sword she was holding in her hand. Accepting this, Fried tilted his head.

“……No, of course it’s not possible.”

“Ugh!”

She groaned softly and pointed at the back of the nobles with a similarly small finger.

“This guy or that guy! Keep on moving your fingers from behind! It’s the same with Fried!”

I stomp my feet and shout.

“If Fried dies anyway, everyone here will die like a dog?! That’s why you’re worried and you swore, you’re here to help! Why don’t you look like that when you can’t even say thank you?!”

She clenched her fists with an expression that she was about to die because of this series of circumstances.

“Besides!”

He soon loosened his fists and licked his lips.

“…I told you not to get hurt.”

“…”

“I told you not to die.”

“that’s…….”

“You even swore an oath…”

Transparent water droplets formed on the corners of Lincia’s eyes.

I lower my head for a moment and then lift it. A face that looks like it’s about to die.

“It’s okay… because Fried always was like that. That’s why I won’t tell you not to get hurt.”

Lyncia opened her eyes as if she had never done that before.

“Don’t die. And win by all means. Prove your worth as a knight.”

“……Yes.”

“It’s an order.”

After that, Lyncia sat down with her arms crossed.

To be precise, it was right to express that I no longer had the strength to stand. It seemed that he couldn’t control himself because he had lost a lot of blood.

Atral put his nerves aside and turned his gaze back to Fried.

“Are you done?”

“……Hmm. I think it’s over.”

Fried looked around at the thin sword he was handed over and shrugged.

“yes.”

Atral nodded.

And he gave strength to the hand holding the sword.

Nothing has changed. No, it’s more convenient. Because the bloodline of the creator god to be killed pushed his neck right in front of him.

“Then I’ll do it again.”

“You’re more gentlemanly than I thought.”

“It’s chivalrous.”

First, kill this knight, and then kill Eiren.

Although Fried had a sword, it meant nothing.

What he received was a ceremonial sword with a red jewel embedded in its cross guard. It was never forged for combat.

Your victory is certain.

Atral made such a hasty decision.

*

I accepted the blood-soaked sword and prepared for the upcoming sword attack.

Strangely, the hilt of the sword felt hot, probably because Lyncia was holding it tight.

I could feel the intense life force from the sword as if it had just begun.

“It’s the worst.”

I was very grateful for Lincia’s help, but the situation was still bleak.

Nothing would change just because a thin sword was created.

There is a mad monster in front of me, and I am too weak to face it.

What would the original Fried look like? Judging from how Yurid fell out, it must have been similar.

I took a deep breath and focused my mind.

A fact that I felt many times after possessing this body.

I don’t feel afraid or nervous at all.

On the contrary, the more intense the battle, the clearer the mind.

And that was still the case today.

f*k!

A huge sword that cuts through the wind.

I swung a thin sword and slashed its side as if it were spinning.

Ting!

Kwagak!

A hollow metallic sound was heard. It felt like breaking a rock with an egg in my hand.

Fortunately, he succeeded in changing his sword path. The blade of the guillotine grazed right next to me, deeply embedded in the floor.

“I can’t either…”

It was too small a sword to fight against Atral’s greatsword.

I feel regret inside, but it’s a hundred times better than not having it.

“……Hmm?”

While doing so, Atral groaned.

He looked around without pulling out the sword stuck in the floor, as if he felt something strange.

Swoop.

At that moment, a strange thing happened.

Atral’s sword, which was surrounded by black smoke, began to gradually lose its color.

The same was true of the body holding the sack. The power contained in the giant body gradually disappeared. Even I could feel it.

“Ugh, ugh.”

Atral sighed in pain and pulled back.

“The authority is strange. What the hell did you do?”

“……what?”

In fact, it was clear that the power of a foreign body was leaking out of his body.

Why? I hurriedly looked around and saw Lyncia, who was slumped on her bed and gasping for cold breath.

When our eyes met, I gulped at the sight of her smiling face with a triumphant expression on her face.

“no way…….”

I saw a sword A sword stained red. hot sword. A sword that emits power as if it were beating.

Originally I thought it was this color, but it wasn’t.

As her mind clears up a bit, she realizes that the clothes Lincia is wearing are red, as if soaked in blood.

“……Ha ha ha ha ha.”

It was a scene from the game.

Was it the 7th act? Dead end by vampire attack.

There was a scene where Lyncia, who had been degraded into a factory that produced the blood of the imperial family, screamed in pain.

And there was a scene where he dipped his sword in the blood and fought the knights.

In other words, it was an enchantment (physical).