Honor
When the sword comes within reach, the golem finally responds to me.
To put it bluntly, its judgment is too slow for a machine.
It is incomparably dull and heavy compared to the training wooden machine created by Ginkei-sama.
Then, how about its arm strength?
"Mmh!"
A report from the Kingdom of Marguerite says that the enemy golem can easily tear a man to pieces.
The golem reaches out its hand to grab me.
I grab its hand and twist it as hard as I can.
With a cracking sound of metal, the golem's wrist was twisted off.
"No good..."
I'm even disappointed because it's so weak
In the distance, the screams are getting louder.
The blood spatter suggests that Millie is on the rampage.
"Of course, they don’t have an ego, right?"
I draw my sword and let the mana flow from the hilt.
I slashed down on the golem from the head and cut it into pieces.
"Even a hundred of them are not enough..."
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Our army's golem is easily cut in half right in front of our eyes.
The man's sword was a great sword made of light with a long blade that was at least five times the height of a man.
He swung it sideways at the soldiers who stood in his way.
At that moment, the smell of burning blood and flesh spread.
After a short pause, the upper bodies of dozens of soldiers rain down on the battlefield.
Not a drop of blood spilled in the carnage.
Every cut mark is blackened and charred.
Even the iron swords and armor of allied soldiers are melting like candy.
The man continues to advance through the heart of Shelma's army, swinging his shining large sword.
How should I deal with a sword that kills one instantly and cannot be blocked or dodged?
"B-bow! Fire the bow!"
The archers are already attacking without being ordered.
The man is coming toward us, and the archers are desperate.
But the arrows never reach the man.
For some reason, the arrow deflects right in front of the man's eyes.
Dozens and hundreds of arrows fly
They keep firing at surrounding friendly soldiers by mistake and not even a single arrow hits.
Then the man raises his shining sword to the sky.
Then the sword blade lengthened even more and swung down toward us.
With that single blow, people were cut in half.
Among them was the commander who was standing beside me.
"Hii, hiii!"
The archers scream in fear and run away.
These fleeing soldiers were mercilessly blown to pieces by the attacks of the flying ships.
The golems are also torn apart by a small number of enemy soldiers one after another.
Twenty thousand soldiers are being overrun head-on by 70 soldiers
If I were to escape and survive...
My name will remain as a stigma as long as there is a world with humans in it.
"I, I am Nulda Neal, commander of the Shelma Kingdom division! Brave warrior with the shining sword, I want to hear your name!”
"On the continent north of here, I am Tsezue Biganilini, the first Temple Knight of the Eighth Polaris Order of the Empire."
I desperately hold my trembling hands and pull out my sword.
"I may be defeated, but I will not accept shame! I will at least take it as an accomplishment by killing you."
Hearing those words, Tsezue's sword became smaller.
"Very well, I'll honor you as a warrior in the end!"
"Prepare yourself!"
I raised my sword and slashed at him.
But by the time I finished swinging, the sword was gone. My wrist was already gone.
Before I could swing it, the sword of Tsezue had already been swung.
Just like that, the shining sword cuts me in half from my shoulder to my waist.
I heard his voice in my fading consciousness
"Proud man. I swear I will never regard you as a fool."
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