Leold took a deep breath and shouted from the bottom of his gut,
"Barbaroth! Cover me!"
"Yes, sir!"
With a step that shatters the floor of the cathedral, Leold leaps toward the Pope.
Barbaroth followed behind him, kicking the floor and leaping out.
Leold, who reached the Pope first, launched his fist and struck him with a series of sharp, heavy blows.
"Take this!"
'Not bad. But you can't beat me with momentum alone."
'Don't forget I'm here too!"
'. Of course, I have not forgotten you."
Barbaroth swung his sword from the Pope's blind spot, but his strike was easily avoided.
"What?"
"Don't be surprised by this."
Aiming at the moment when Barbaroth was startled and frightened, the Pope delivered a sharp kick.
"Gugga!"
Barbaroth is kicked in the stomach and blasted backward.
Leold fires another blow at the pope, who is standing aside, but the pope catches him without even looking at him.
"What the hell!"'
"I can see your intentions. This is pointless. You should try a little more ingenuity."
The pope, or the god of war, was playing a childish game, so he lectured Leold as if he were trying to educate him.
Hearing this, Leod was indignant, but he could not argue with what the Pope was saying because he had a point, and he just bit his teeth in frustration.
"Let me go, that's enough!'
'Oops. ......."
In order to break free of his grip, Leold fired a kick at the Pope's face.
The Pope avoided the kick by lightly bending over and at the same time released Leold's arm from his grip.
Once released, Leold jumped back to distance himself and caught his breath.
As with the earlier barrage, the constant deprivation of magical power was not good for him.
Leold has more magic power than a normal person, but even so, he consumes more magic power than usual in battle.
Therefore, he was consuming magic power as if he were breathing, and this was increasing his fatigue even more.
"If only I could destroy the magic circle. ......"
He grudgingly muttered, but the magic circle was spread right above the church, and the only way to destroy it was to go outside and fly or go to the top of the church, but there was no way the pope in front of him would allow that.
Now, there was no use in complaining, so Leold looked at the Pope again and readjusted his fist.
"I'll think about it after I defeat this guy in front of me. ......"
The Pope was walking at a leisurely pace ahead of him.
The Pope was advancing toward Leold in a natural way, as if he were an old man taking a walk.
"Now, how would you like to be amused next?"
The Pope smiled with the edges of his mouth hanging up, as if he was really enjoying himself.
For the god of war, who genuinely enjoys fighting and whose life's purpose is to live, fighting Leold is truly enjoyable.
If possible, I want him to be satisfied with himself.
It is because of this desire that the god of war, who has taken on the Pope, does not take him seriously, but plays with him.
"I'm not fighting to entertain you!"
Seeing the Pope's smile of genuine amusement, Leoldo gets indignant, kicks the floor, and starts to run.
Leold does not slow down as the Pope walks toward him and sneaks into his bosom.
Leoldo, who has sneaked into the Pope's bosom, kicks the floor and raises his fist as if to gut the Pope's entrails.
The Pope accepted the fist as if it were a sledgehammer with a cool face, and pulled Leordo in tight.
"You're not very ingenious, are you? Anyone can stop an attack like this."
""Oh, really? ......!"
Leold's fist was caught and his own body spiraled around, using the centrifugal force to hit with a spinning kick.
It was a strong kick, but Pope raised his arm to block it.
"You think I didn't see that coming?"
'You should have shown some signs of pain or something"'!
The situation was not getting any better, despite his grumbling.
Leold tried to move away from Pope to get in position, but Pope was too busy trying to keep him from doing so.
"Where are you going? You know there's no use in moving away from me
"I'm not fighting alone!"
"Mm......"
What flew in with Leold's line was a fireball larger than a man's head.
Noticing this, the Pope turned his face to the fireball and looked away from Leoldo
Leold took that opportunity to break away from the Pope's side and release his magic at the same time as he moved out of the distance.
"Shockwave!"
The Pope is caught by Shockwave, a wave of lightning magic that spreads over a wide area.
Leold, too, has improved his level of resistance, and the power and effectiveness of his Shockwave is greater than it used to be.
It paralyzes the Pope for only a short time, rendering him immobile.
That brief moment was the deciding factor, as the Pope was engulfed in a ball of fire.
Leold watched from afar as the Pope was enveloped by the fire and blazing up.
Leold was hoping that the fire would burn out and he would be reduced to ashes, when the fire was extinguished and the Pope, his clothes only scorched, opened his mouth.
"It was a brilliant coordination. But the firepower is not enough. If you want to destroy me, you will have to work harder."
The pope raised his head and looked at Leold as he brushed off the charred clothes with his hand.
The target is Leodore.
He was not interested in any of the others, no matter how many they were.
'I would have preferred you to be burned to a crisp,"
"I told you. You need more firepower."
'Then how about this thing?"
Assuming that the Pope would put out the fire unscathed, Leold was working on his magic.
Leold was quietly kneading his magic so as not to be noticed, and Leold was preparing for the next attack.
Leold's magical power is one of the highest in the world.
It is no longer so easy to reach the bottom of his magical power.
Having kneaded his magical power and accumulated it, Leordo fired an electric cannon, which boasts the greatest instantaneous firepower, at the Pope.
"Lightning blaster!!!!"'
What was released from the palm of Leold's hand was an extremely large flash.
The bluish-white flash extended straight toward the Pope.
In addition to being so intense that it evaporates just by touching it, it is so fast that it is impossible to catch it with the eye.
The Pope met the magic head-on, which would surely kill him if it hit him.
"Nnnn!"
"What?"
"Kukuku, this is good! This is wonderful magic! But this is not enough to defeat me!"
"Aaaaahhhh!"
Howling like a beast, Leold added more magic power and increased the power of the electric cannon.
The power of the cannon increased even further, and an extremely powerful flash of light attempted to engulf the Pope.
The Pope, who was receiving it, seemed to have decided that he could not prevent it with just one hand, so he switched to two hands and let out a cry of joy
'He then shouted with delight, "Hahahahahahaha! As I thought, my eyes were not mistaken. You are a great warrior! Let us enjoy this fight!"
'I told you I don't have time for your amusement!"
Leold is also frantic.
His forehead was drenched with sweat as he responded to the Pope's words.
He was biting his back teeth and pouring as much magic power as he could into his blitz cannon.
I'm not going to let you get away with this!
"Oh, fuck '
Leold poured more magic power into the blitz cannon as he shouted with all his might, and the Pope was successfully obliterated.
The blitzkrieg cannon that had engulfed the Pope left a large hole in the wall of the cathedral, converged, and then disappeared.
All that remained was Leold on one knee, breathing heavily, and the stunned crowd.
Leold took a deep breath and shouted from the bottom of his gut,
"Barbaroth! Cover me!"
"Yes, sir!"
With a step that shatters the floor of the cathedral, Leold leaps toward the Pope.
Barbaroth followed behind him, kicking the floor and leaping out.
Leold, who reached the Pope first, launched his fist and struck him with a series of sharp, heavy blows.
"Take this!"
'Not bad. But you can't beat me with momentum alone."
'Don't forget I'm here too!"
'. Of course, I have not forgotten you."
Barbaroth swung his sword from the Pope's blind spot, but his strike was easily avoided.
"What?"
"Don't be surprised by this."
Aiming at the moment when Barbaroth was startled and frightened, the Pope delivered a sharp kick.
"Gugga!"
Barbaroth is kicked in the stomach and blasted backward.
Leold fires another blow at the pope, who is standing aside, but the pope catches him without even looking at him.
"What the hell!"'
"I can see your intentions. This is pointless. You should try a little more ingenuity."
The pope, or the god of war, was playing a childish game, so he lectured Leold as if he were trying to educate him.
Hearing this, Leod was indignant, but he could not argue with what the Pope was saying because he had a point, and he just bit his teeth in frustration.
"Let me go, that's enough!'
'Oops. ......."
In order to break free of his grip, Leold fired a kick at the Pope's face.
The Pope avoided the kick by lightly bending over and at the same time released Leold's arm from his grip.
Once released, Leold jumped back to distance himself and caught his breath.
As with the earlier barrage, the constant deprivation of magical power was not good for him.
Leold has more magic power than a normal person, but even so, he consumes more magic power than usual in battle.
Therefore, he was consuming magic power as if he were breathing, and this was increasing his fatigue even more.
"If only I could destroy the magic circle. ......"
He grudgingly muttered, but the magic circle was spread right above the church, and the only way to destroy it was to go outside and fly or go to the top of the church, but there was no way the pope in front of him would allow that.
Now, there was no use in complaining, so Leold looked at the Pope again and readjusted his fist.
"I'll think about it after I defeat this guy in front of me. ......"
The Pope was walking at a leisurely pace ahead of him.
The Pope was advancing toward Leold in a natural way, as if he were an old man taking a walk.
"Now, how would you like to be amused next?"
The Pope smiled with the edges of his mouth hanging up, as if he was really enjoying himself.
For the god of war, who genuinely enjoys fighting and whose life's purpose is to live, fighting Leold is truly enjoyable.
If possible, I want him to be satisfied with himself.
It is because of this desire that the god of war, who has taken on the Pope, does not take him seriously, but plays with him.
"I'm not fighting to entertain you!"
Seeing the Pope's smile of genuine amusement, Leoldo gets indignant, kicks the floor, and starts to run.
Leold does not slow down as the Pope walks toward him and sneaks into his bosom.
Leoldo, who has sneaked into the Pope's bosom, kicks the floor and raises his fist as if to gut the Pope's entrails.
The Pope accepted the fist as if it were a sledgehammer with a cool face, and pulled Leordo in tight.
"You're not very ingenious, are you? Anyone can stop an attack like this."
""Oh, really? ......!"
Leold's fist was caught and his own body spiraled around, using the centrifugal force to hit with a spinning kick.
It was a strong kick, but Pope raised his arm to block it.
"You think I didn't see that coming?"
'You should have shown some signs of pain or something"'!
The situation was not getting any better, despite his grumbling.
Leold tried to move away from Pope to get in position, but Pope was too busy trying to keep him from doing so.
"Where are you going? You know there's no use in moving away from me
"I'm not fighting alone!"
"Mm......"
What flew in with Leold's line was a fireball larger than a man's head.
Noticing this, the Pope turned his face to the fireball and looked away from Leoldo
Leold took that opportunity to break away from the Pope's side and release his magic at the same time as he moved out of the distance.
"Shockwave!"
The Pope is caught by Shockwave, a wave of lightning magic that spreads over a wide area.
Leold, too, has improved his level of resistance, and the power and effectiveness of his Shockwave is greater than it used to be.
It paralyzes the Pope for only a short time, rendering him immobile.
That brief moment was the deciding factor, as the Pope was engulfed in a ball of fire.
Leold watched from afar as the Pope was enveloped by the fire and blazing up.
Leold was hoping that the fire would burn out and he would be reduced to ashes, when the fire was extinguished and the Pope, his clothes only scorched, opened his mouth.
"It was a brilliant coordination. But the firepower is not enough. If you want to destroy me, you will have to work harder."
The pope raised his head and looked at Leold as he brushed off the charred clothes with his hand.
The target is Leodore.
He was not interested in any of the others, no matter how many they were.
'I would have preferred you to be burned to a crisp,"
"I told you. You need more firepower."
'Then how about this thing?"
Assuming that the Pope would put out the fire unscathed, Leold was working on his magic.
Leold was quietly kneading his magic so as not to be noticed, and Leold was preparing for the next attack.
Leold's magical power is one of the highest in the world.
It is no longer so easy to reach the bottom of his magical power.
Having kneaded his magical power and accumulated it, Leordo fired an electric cannon, which boasts the greatest instantaneous firepower, at the Pope.
"Lightning blaster!!!!"'
What was released from the palm of Leold's hand was an extremely large flash.
The bluish-white flash extended straight toward the Pope.
In addition to being so intense that it evaporates just by touching it, it is so fast that it is impossible to catch it with the eye.
The Pope met the magic head-on, which would surely kill him if it hit him.
"Nnnn!"
"What?"
"Kukuku, this is good! This is wonderful magic! But this is not enough to defeat me!"
"Aaaaahhhh!"
Howling like a beast, Leold added more magic power and increased the power of the electric cannon.
The power of the cannon increased even further, and an extremely powerful flash of light attempted to engulf the Pope.
The Pope, who was receiving it, seemed to have decided that he could not prevent it with just one hand, so he switched to two hands and let out a cry of joy
'He then shouted with delight, "Hahahahahahaha! As I thought, my eyes were not mistaken. You are a great warrior! Let us enjoy this fight!"
'I told you I don't have time for your amusement!"
Leold is also frantic.
His forehead was drenched with sweat as he responded to the Pope's words.
He was biting his back teeth and pouring as much magic power as he could into his blitz cannon.
I'm not going to let you get away with this!
"Oh, fuck '
Leold poured more magic power into the blitz cannon as he shouted with all his might, and the Pope was successfully obliterated.
The blitzkrieg cannon that had engulfed the Pope left a large hole in the wall of the cathedral, converged, and then disappeared.
All that remained was Leold on one knee, breathing heavily, and the stunned crowd.
