Endless Silver Machine

Under the spire, which had been spared from being bombarded by the aviation magic ship, the situation on the ground was as miserable as if it had been bombarded.

The soil sunk deeply into the ground, layers of stone slabs were lifted up like fish scales, and the raging magic dug deep channels in the soil. The topography of this land has been changed.

Ling held a long sword with flames wrapped around the blade, and faced off against Sanders Del, who held the hilt of the giant sword with both hands.

A red wound was exposed under the girl's clothes. Under the scratched black knee-high socks, blood similar to the color of the cloth flowed out of the wound.

Although Sanders Dell was also slightly injured, it was clear who was in the upper hand compared to Ling, who had difficulty breathing.

"I thought so before when I was in August. You are an amazing girl. Even the knights in the Knights may not be as good as you. Why do you still insist on making such a wrong move?"

"In your eyes, are what we did wrong?"

"I don't know what serious crimes the third princess has committed, and I don't care. In any case, the prison robbery is too much."

"I also think this approach is too much, but there seems to be no other way except this. Blazing Red Lotus——"

"Don't even think about it!"

Sanders Del inserted the giant sword into the ground, and a sharp thorn came out from Ling's feet, which was a few meters away, and penetrated Ling's thigh.

The sharp pain prevented the magic power of the Light Flame Sword from condensing, so she could only grit her teeth and pull out the sharp thorn.

Warm blood flowed from the penetrating wound, and the leg lost its strength and fell to the ground, but Ling still used the long knife to support his body and did not fall down.

"Ling Heinz, I said before that I don't like bullying children. But now I am facing an enemy who is no less powerful than a knight. I can only use all my strength to defeat you."

Sanders Dell did not pull out the giant sword from the ground, but instead placed his hand on the upright hilt.

The family crest of the "Del" family appears between the hilt, which is also the source of the magic power of this magic sword.

"The giant image is made——"

As the resolute roar rang out, the giant earth puppet giant stood on the ground.

This is the ability of that magic weapon, the ability to freely manipulate the earth.

If the giant statue in front of him swung his fist, the sword in his hand would be easily shattered.

"Ha..." Ling, who was facing a desperate situation, laughed at himself, "If I don't take the initiative to ask you for help, you will never help me?"

The giant clay idol in front of Ling disappeared, and the land turned into a mess and disappeared.

…………

What appeared in front of Ling was the bright moon in the night sky. A small ancient pavilion stood on the sparkling lake. A curved bridge connected the ancient pavilion to the lake shore.

Ling was not confused by the sudden change of scenery. She walked onto the curved bridge leading to the ancient pavilion in the middle of the lake as if she already knew this place.

It is indeed not the first time for Ling to come here.

When she suffered an unknown attack and fell into a coma, her consciousness was already wandering in this beautiful scenery.

But this time, she was no longer the only one in the ancient pavilion.

"The moonlight is so beautiful."

"yes."

A woman wearing a pure white hakama dress and a blue hakama skirt with plum blossoms kneels and sits in front of a low table in the ancient pavilion. On the table are jade-white wine bottles and wine cups.

Her straight black hair was very suitable in such a night, and the way she raised her sleeves to pour wine was as reserved as Yamato Nadeshiko.

"Would you like a drink too?"

"……casual."

This was not reality, so Ling did not refuse.

She knew that the woman in front of her was the one she was looking for, and she was not human.

Ling picked up the wine cup she pushed in front of him and drank a thin layer of wine with his eyes closed.

Ling, who was trying wine for the first time, was also fascinated by the sweet but slightly spicy taste, but now Ling had no intention of drinking sake and singing to the moon.

"Light Flame Sword, I need your help, please lend me your power."

"Have you finally accepted your weakness?"

The woman known as the Light Flame Sword did not directly respond to Ling's request.

"Hmph... I have to accept it. I have never won in anything. No matter whether I hate people or people I like, I have never defeated them."

"Does it have to be a win?"

Guang Yanjian smiled and drank the sake, as if the battle in the outside world had nothing to do with her.

"Of course I can't lose... If it were the original situation, I should have said this, but now I feel like it doesn't matter what happens."

"I can't tell your sincerity from these words."

The Guangyan Sword once again filled Ling's wine cup with sake. The sake reflected the moonlight, just like the phosphorescence on the surface of the lake.

"I just want to do what I like now. It's not a matter of winning or not, as long as I have worked hard in the end. But now, I haven't even tried hard."

"Aren't you already working very hard? Even that knight said you are an amazing girl."

"Are you mocking me? Only I know my own weakness best. Isn't that what you want to hear me say?"

Ling drank the sake in the glass again. Surprisingly, he didn't feel drunk yet.

Perhaps this is how it is set up in this space.

"What you said makes me look like a villain."

"Isn't it? He used my body to say incomprehensible words to him, and as a result, he forced me into desperation."

"If I don't help you, can you tell him yourself?"

"I admit that."

"oh……"

Guangyanjian held up the wine cup and showed an interesting smile to Ling who calmly responded to him.

"So now I'm here to ask you a favor. Can't I make you admit it now?"

"I have already recognized you, so you don't need to come here to see me."

"Eh?"

"You are just like the little girl from the 'Qianze' family, you just didn't admit yourself, but I was rejected by you. The magic costume and the master are one and the same, but you have never thought of borrowing my power, right?"

Guangyan Sword's words were like a blow to Ling's heart.

I only thought about how to win, and that was only from my own point of view, and I didn't subconsciously borrow power from anyone.

Even though he was wielding the Light Flame Sword, Ling still attributed the cause and effect of winning or losing to his own strength.

Ling put down the wine cup in his hand, the slightly spicy irritation of the sake still lingering in his throat.

"Is that so..."

"Being competitive is a good thing, but it's also good to look around."

Guang Yanjian stopped filling Ling's wine cup, and Ling also put down the wine cup, leaving only the smooth wall reflecting the moonlight.

"I'm sorry, there is still someone waiting for me."

"That uncle knight?"

"It's not him. I don't want to waste my time on him anymore."

"hehe."

Ling stood up and left the table, walking down the curved bridge.

Then the evening wind blew away all the scenery behind him.

…………

The moonlight was still there, but it was covered with misty dust and no longer so bright.

Under the moonlight, only a dark outline was left of the giant clay idol, which raised its fist to block the moonlight.

Ling returned to reality and held the handle of the long knife tightly. The four-color magical light lit up the gorgeous lines on the blade, jumping as if it were alive.

"Light Flame Sword—Elemental Control—"

The moment the scene in front of her returned to the battlefield, she and the Light Flame Sword were connected again.

——Yes, that’s it.

The raging magic storm swept up flying sand and rocks, and the earth seemed to be shaking along with it.

The nearly two-meter long knife did not waver in his hand, as if another hand was holding the handle of the knife with him.

The four-color light condensed on the blade, igniting brilliant colors under the moonlight, mixed and compressed.

The original four elemental magic - light, ice, fire and darkness, the Sword of Light and Flame controls the unsculpted primitive power.

Golden particles floated around Ling, adding to the magic power of the fusion of the four elements, acting like a catalyst to stabilize the rioting magic power.

The giant earthen statue dullly smashed down the stone fist with a sound of breaking the wind. Ling stood proudly with his sword and swung his sword towards the oppressive stone fist.

"Fantasy Star Falling Glory——"

Rosenberg lit the most magnificent magic beam of light on this silent night.

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