The moment the words were finished, the sharp sword light thundered with a trembling heart-wrenching roar; the blade, which could not even see the afterimage, changed in three directions according to Anson's reaction the moment before the attack.

Speed, reaction, explosive power... Anyone who sees Louis Bernard's sword will not think that this is an action that humans can complete.

This is the power of blood, this is the talented one - in the dark age and even in the longer era, those "legends" and "heroes" rely on such a terrifying and awe-inspiring power to fight against equally terrifying spellcasters, and rule or enslave ordinary people.

To be honest, is there really a difference between ordinary people when facing talented people and spell casters?

Anson was very suspicious of this. Before the crossbow and musket that could kill people with a finger appeared, an ordinary person wanted to resist the magician family or talented lord who enslaved him. Which inner journey from anger to despair would be more painful?

He didn't know, but he was very glad that he was also a gifted man, and he was a gifted man for saints for a hundred years; even if there was a gap in the power of blood, he didn't have to be as miserable as ordinary people in the Dark Ages to sit and wait for death.

The moment he dodged backward, Anson pulled the trigger with his right hand.

"clang!"

The collision between the lead bullet and the blade exploded again with a sharp sound. While the sparks flashed, the huge force from the right arm made Louis' face feel a little surprised, and his eyes instantly locked the still smoking muzzle... and the blade in his hand paused for a moment.

But it was only a moment... The next second, the blade arrived in an instant, and a more violent slash than before came towards Anson.

Ansen, who had no time to dodge, could only grit his teeth and wail, and the saber that was constantly storming in his hand, fighting for the "dagger".

"clang!"

Another shot.

Louis, who had bounced the lead again, swung his silver light in his right hand, and his almost crazy slash forced Anson to retreat all the way, but the more he retreated, the more he was pressed step by step, the more he was pressed forward.

With the support of the bloodline of the "Sea Knight", Louis Bernard at this moment not only has physical fitness, but also has reached an absolute crushing level.

No matter how Ansen parryes and dodges, he can never escape the steel cage where the sword light dances. If he takes a wrong step, he will die on the spot; even if the vision brought by the "superpower" can make Ansen the most accurate judgment, the absolute distance of the spell mage can only allow Ansen to forcibly avoid the deadliest attack.

The blade that cuts the air fell down again and passed by near Ansen's nose; the afterimage that stayed in the air had not yet dissipated, and the tip of the knife had already stabbed straight towards the throat that had taken a step back.

Anson, who was gritting his teeth, also stabbed Louis with a long sword in his right hand, and raised the "dagger" muzzle with his left hand hidden around his waist.

"clang!"

The moment the blade whistled, the lead bullet was divided into three in the flames; fragments rubbed across the cheeks of the two, rubbing a small piece of flesh on Anson's temples, and took away several strands of Louis's golden hair.

The battlefield on the slope where the smoke had not yet dissipated, the two people who were unaware of everything around them were fighting each other like ferocious beasts.

At their feet, the golden order flag representing Isel was withdrawing from the battlefield in an orderly manner. The Thun-Clovi coalition, who was fighting fiercely, was also chasing behind and biting like a ferocious beast that smelled the smell of blood.

The Imperial Guard Corps, which dared not fight, was still maintaining the rhythm of retreat, constantly leaving behind the troops, but it was still difficult to escape the pursuit of the coalition forces... In the end, it was almost at the point where one company was withdrawn and another company was left.

In order to stop the coalition's offensive, the artillery positions of the Imperial Guard Corps, whose ammunition was at its bottom, organized the last round of artillery attacks; the dense rain of bullets poured down, forcing the vanguard of the coalition to slow down the speed of advance, but soon the rear-line troops took advantage of the gap between the shelling and followed like a tsunami.

Under the blood-red sunset, the tragic pursuit of life and death was in full swing, and thousands of corpses were used to paint a perfect end to the Battle of Eagle City that lasted for dozens of days.

"I said, it's almost done."

The sword wind that cut the air brushed past his cheeks. Ansen, who was already covered in blood, couldn't help but shout:

"Look! Look below, the Imperial Guards have withdrawn from the battlefield. What else do we need to continue fighting to the death?!"

"Because I'm still alive!"

The blade collided again, and Louis Bernard, who was leaping with fire in his pupils, growled like a lion:

"Because I haven't lost yet!"

"You are making a point!"

General Ansen, who could not dodge, lies across his head. The sharp edge of the blade made his arm and half of his body hurt so much that he could not hold the weapon in his right hand.

"Then you just think I'm making a point!"

Louis pursed his lips tightly, and his pupils were covered with blood. The condition for maintaining the bloodline of the "Sea Knight" is to keep calm at all times. Once his emotions are out of control or fatigue is revealed, it means inevitable failure.

"Defeat me, or be defeated by me - this is the fate of the talented, this is the fate of the knight!"

He suddenly stepped forward, and the long sword in his hand was like thunder falling from the clear sky.

"puff!"

Anson's saber in his right hand was bounced away with a blow. The blood mist exploded in front of his chest as the blade struck.

But he was not at all panicked because of the pain. His pupils were still calmly focused on tearing the blood mist and roaring at the tip of the knife that was hitting his neck. The "dagger" in his left hand roared again.

"clang!"

The calm Louis did not hesitate for a moment. The moment Anson opened fire, he closed his knife and slashed the lead bullet again with the bursting sparks.

Anson, who seized this gap, quickly retreated, and opened a distance from Louis, pointing directly at the dark muzzle in his left hand.

"A pretty blow."

Facing the revolver pointing at his forehead, Louis did not attack immediately; he gently moved his wrist, then raised his long knife, and lowered the tip of the knife with his backhand.

"In less than three steps, you can make the most correct judgment immediately in such a short time. The timing and aim are perfect and just right, forcing me to return to defense... Ansen Bach, you are indeed an excellent opponent."

Louis, who had no sweat on his forehead, praised without hesitation.

"You...you are praising yourself..."

Anson was gasping for breath, and his face was slightly pale with cold sweat, and his left hand holding the revolver was trembling slightly.

Although this "Judge's" revolver is beyond imagination's power and range, its recoil is not ordinary. Continuous waist shooting and wounds in the palm of his palm are a great burden.

"No, I am sincerely praising you."

Shaking his head, Louis looked at Anson's right revolver: "Your marksmanship is indeed very powerful, but the bullets have been exhausted, right?"

"Oh?" Anson couldn't help but rise:

"Do you want to try it?"

Louis, who was still looking at Anson's eyes, raised the knife's right hand and made a "please" gesture.

Ansen snorted and didn't care at all.

Damn, why didn't he be fooled?

Is it really Louis Bernard, a guy who is so calm and flawless, who is about to force himself into a dead end?

Just as he was complaining in his heart, the blade in Louis's hand had already attacked again.

The unsuspecting attack made Anson dodge instinctively. The revolver of the photoshooting bullet was received behind him, and his empty right hand pulled out the bayonet hidden inside from his cuff.

"clang!"

The two sharp blades collided just a few centimeters from Anson's neck, and the brilliant sparks shone in the dark brown pupils.

"Clang! Clang! Clang…"

The short and slender bayonet flew up and down in Anson's hand, barely following Louis' speed with flexibility; the sparks that kept lit up were like an invisible shield, blocking him tightly.

"Excellent! Such excellent prediction ability is enough to compete with His Majesty Hered's former military officer!"

Louis still praised without hesitation, the blade dancing like a steel cage without any hesitation; it reduced the large-scale slashing and began to use shorter distance straight and oblique slashes to restrain the flexible advantages of bayonets.

The bayonet, which was too short and too thin, could not block all attacks; after several breaths, Anson had several wounds from his shoulders to his arms, and his military uniform was stained with a faint dark red.

Anson, who was forced to retreat step by step, had his cheeks twitched... If he hadn't known that the other party was an honest person, he would have thought that Louis was deliberately sarcasticizing himself.

"Customs!"

The moment he was parrying, the slender bayonet that suddenly stopped retreating made a string of sparks on the snow-colored blade, piercing the wrist of Louis's right hand.

Louis closed his knife slowly, and his narrow blade body rotated with his flexible figure, and gently avoided Anson's nearly full attack.

But just as he passed by, Louis's pupils suddenly shrank.

At that moment, he found Anson's face... wearing a small monocle glasses.

There was nothing strange about the glasses themselves, but before that he had been watching Anson's every move and expression change, and he didn't see this thing at all!

Looking back, the monocles on Anson's face had disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

Is it an illusion, or is it a mistake?

No, it is impossible... It has opened up the "Sea Knight"'s own insight ability, and there is no possibility of "dazzling" or "illusion" at all!

That is...

In just a few seconds of shock, Anson, who dodged behind Louis, had already attacked again.

The left hand, which was still holding the revolver tightly, hid behind him, and the bayonet holding his right hand was stomping out as he stepped forward.

"clang!"

Just as the bayonet was about to penetrate the back of his neck, Louis, who was so incredibly that he had turned around, the snow-colored sword blocked him with the rotating figure.

At the same time, because he was holding the knife with both hands, the slender bayonet was completely suppressed, and the back of the knife was pressed against Anson's neck.

The victory and defeat seemed to have been finalized at this moment... The moment the blade fell, it was the moment when Anson's head and head were different.

Anson, who was so painful that his face was twisted and sweating profusely raised his head and smiled at Louis very reluctantly.

Uh-huh?!

Louis was stunned at first, then suddenly opened his eyes wide.

I don’t know when, An Sen’s left hand hiding behind was no longer a revolver, but a... grenade?!
To be continued...