Leold exhales heavily to catch his breath.
It was not over yet.
The Pope was out of sight, but Leold was not convinced that he had been completely defeated.
Leold was convinced that the Pope, who had just overwhelmed him, could not possibly die from such a single attack.
It was true that the blitz cannon that had just been fired was undoubtedly the most powerful of its kind, but there was no way that the Pope could have died from that alone.
If that were the case, the Pope would have died long ago.
That is how strong the Pope is.
The prediction was right on the mark, and from the rubble of the cathedral's crumbling walls came a pope with the upper half of his clothes scorched off.
Leold, who had expected it but saw him really come out, let out a gasp of dismay.
'You monster. ......"
Leold whipped his knees and stood up stoutly.
The pope then gave a hearty, amused laugh and walked slowly over to Leoldo.
"Hahahahahahahaha! The blow you just struck was truly brilliant. But it is not enough. ! If you want to eliminate me, you will need three times, or even ten times as much as you did just now."
The Pope was laughing like a madman, and everyone except Leold was about to lose their minds.
At any rate, the magic of Leold, who was the best force present here, did not work at all.
In other words, there was no way to win no matter how hard they tried with their current strength.
It was no wonder that they were brokenhearted and accepted their defeat.
"Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha! I see! Ten times as much, huh? Well, all right, then! I've got something special for you!"
But there was only one person who had not given up.
Leold.
He was the only one whose greatest blow should have failed to penetrate, but he was looking ahead, staring at the Pope with eyes filled with fighting spirit.
"How? The others are broken, but you are still strong. You are a great warrior".
"
Huh! I'm not happy to be praised by you!"
"Really? I am the God of War. I. I am often praised by warriors."
"That's because of the times. There is no need for a god like you now. Rather, you are an obstacle, a nuisance, and not worthy of existence."
"I never thought you would be so mean to me. I never thought so in my dreams. But that is different from this, isn't it? How do you turn the tables from here?"
Leold is tired, though not so much as full of wounds, and his legs and back are not feeling strong enough.
He was trying to be as strong as possible and was really just trying to act tough, but in reality, he was on the verge of falling backwards.
But Leold is still able to stand his ground for one simple reason: " It'll be overturned.
" I will change this unreasonable fate! Do you know how many times I have resisted and overcome it? I'm not a man so weak that I'm going to let adversity of this level get the better of me now!"
Leold dies in every route in the destiny 48 game.
In this real world, too, fate is trying to kill Leordo, and irrationality is always waiting for him on his path.
How many tears of frustration have he shed?
Leold even wet his pillow with tears, wondering if he wanted to kill himself that badly.
At the same time, however, anger toward unreasonableness welled up in his heart.
His gut was boiling like a sludgy magma, and he vowed that he would survive.
If that is the case, Leordo will never break, no matter how many enemies appear now that there is nothing he can do.
." "Hmph. ......! That spirit, that spirit! I like it! I no longer need your body. But your heart! I will take it as an offering!"
Deeply liking Leold's response and his resolute attitude, the Pope and the god of war asked for his heart.
At first, he had craved for more of the struggle that had taken Leold's body, but he decided that the heart was worth more than his body.
The heart of the best warrior. For it would be the best offering to the god of war.
The Pope tore off his burnt clothes with his own hands and ran toward Leoldo.
Leold did not turn his face away from the approaching Pope, but took a deep breath and shouted the names of his subordinates:
"Barbaroth, Gilbert, Jex! Buy me some time! Then Siegfried and the others, cover the three of you!"
"Oh, right!
The three who had been frozen in place moved at Leold's command, intervening between the Pope and him, and focusing on buying time.
Then, Siegfried heard Leold's words and moved in the same way as the three of them, heading toward the Pope.
'Hey, what? What do you mean, 'the rest of them'? There must be some other way to say it!"
'If you've got time to argue, fire your magic, Elina! I'll listen to your complaints as long as the Pope is defeated! If you want to live, you'll listen to me!"
"Damn you, ......! Oh, God! I'm warning you, I'm not doing this for you!"
"Just get on with it and cover the four of them with your magic! You must strengthen, support, and exert yourself to the best of your ability! Otherwise, we won't win this battle!"
Barbaroth, Gilbert, Jex, and Siegfried were in close contact with the Pope.
The four men fought fiercely, but the Pope, with his overwhelming strength, kicked them all out of the way and closed in on Leoldo.
"I have disappointed you, Leold. Were your earlier words a lie?"
The Pope was disappointed.
After his great show of courage, Leold had fallen back and let others fight for him.
The Pope was very depressed that he had to rescind his earlier assessment.
'What? The god of war is a fool to listen to me. I am only fighting with what I can use. But you still call me a liar? If that is the case, I cannot help but be disappointed in you. After all, the god of war rejects fighting".
Leold's words hit the Pope in the chest.
There is nothing wrong with Leold's words.
There is no such thing as "cowardice" in battle.
Leold's words reminded the Pope, who should have known better.
'I see. I was wrong, wasn't I? Use whatever is available. That's what a battle is. This is not a match with rules. Yes, we are fighting to kill each other with our lives on the line, so there is no cowardice or shit in it. I was wrong, Leold!"
"You finally understand. Then die!"
The moment Leold swung his hand down, fireballs and tornadoes flew from the left and right of the Pope.
The Pope looked to his left and right and saw in his eyes the girls who had been out of his sight, Siegfried's harem.
The girls were bravely releasing their magic.
They were inspired by Leold's words and were fighting with Siegfried, the man they loved.
They could not just sit back and watch.
He could never know what Leold, whom he hated, would say to him.
"It's no use. You can't stop me with this kind of magic."
The Pope flicked away the magic flying at him from both sides and approached Leoldo.
When the Pope was one step closer to Leold, his mouth twisted into a crescent shape.
"But I'm not interested in you,"
"What?"
Gilbert, whom the Pope should have kicked out earlier, comes between them.
He had been strengthened in the arms and legs by Siegfried's female allies, and his strength had increased to an unimaginable degree.
'Take this !"
Gilbert stomped down on the floor of the cathedral and struck the Pope in the chest with a blow with all his might.
Gilbert's fist shattered the Pope's ribs with a mekiri, a sound that pierced his heart.
'Argh......'
"Barbaroth, Jex!'
'Yes, sir!"
'Brace yourselves!!!!!!!!"
The two, like Gilbert, had also been strengthened, and they swung their swords with more force than ever before, slashing at the Pope from both sides.
Then, Siegfried, who is like the real hero of the fight, held out his holy sword and cut the Pope in two with a single stroke.
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!'
"Unh!"
The Pope finally falls under the onslaught from the four men.
He only laughed.
"Hahahahahahahaha! It was a good teamwork. Like Leold just now, you guys are really entertaining me, but it's not enough. . More, please entertain me more.
Leold was stunned and speechless as the Pope was still in a state of shock after the four of them had successfully attacked.
Leold exhales heavily to catch his breath.
It was not over yet.
The Pope was out of sight, but Leold was not convinced that he had been completely defeated.
Leold was convinced that the Pope, who had just overwhelmed him, could not possibly die from such a single attack.
It was true that the blitz cannon that had just been fired was undoubtedly the most powerful of its kind, but there was no way that the Pope could have died from that alone.
If that were the case, the Pope would have died long ago.
That is how strong the Pope is.
The prediction was right on the mark, and from the rubble of the cathedral's crumbling walls came a pope with the upper half of his clothes scorched off.
Leold, who had expected it but saw him really come out, let out a gasp of dismay.
'You monster. ......"
Leold whipped his knees and stood up stoutly.
The pope then gave a hearty, amused laugh and walked slowly over to Leoldo.
"Hahahahahahahaha! The blow you just struck was truly brilliant. But it is not enough. ! If you want to eliminate me, you will need three times, or even ten times as much as you did just now."
The Pope was laughing like a madman, and everyone except Leold was about to lose their minds.
At any rate, the magic of Leold, who was the best force present here, did not work at all.
In other words, there was no way to win no matter how hard they tried with their current strength.
It was no wonder that they were brokenhearted and accepted their defeat.
"Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha! I see! Ten times as much, huh? Well, all right, then! I've got something special for you!"
But there was only one person who had not given up.
Leold.
He was the only one whose greatest blow should have failed to penetrate, but he was looking ahead, staring at the Pope with eyes filled with fighting spirit.
"How? The others are broken, but you are still strong. You are a great warrior".
"
Huh! I'm not happy to be praised by you!"
"Really? I am the God of War. I. I am often praised by warriors."
"That's because of the times. There is no need for a god like you now. Rather, you are an obstacle, a nuisance, and not worthy of existence."
"I never thought you would be so mean to me. I never thought so in my dreams. But that is different from this, isn't it? How do you turn the tables from here?"
Leold is tired, though not so much as full of wounds, and his legs and back are not feeling strong enough.
He was trying to be as strong as possible and was really just trying to act tough, but in reality, he was on the verge of falling backwards.
But Leold is still able to stand his ground for one simple reason: " It'll be overturned.
" I will change this unreasonable fate! Do you know how many times I have resisted and overcome it? I'm not a man so weak that I'm going to let adversity of this level get the better of me now!"
Leold dies in every route in the destiny 48 game.
In this real world, too, fate is trying to kill Leordo, and irrationality is always waiting for him on his path.
How many tears of frustration have he shed?
Leold even wet his pillow with tears, wondering if he wanted to kill himself that badly.
At the same time, however, anger toward unreasonableness welled up in his heart.
His gut was boiling like a sludgy magma, and he vowed that he would survive.
If that is the case, Leordo will never break, no matter how many enemies appear now that there is nothing he can do.
." "Hmph. ......! That spirit, that spirit! I like it! I no longer need your body. But your heart! I will take it as an offering!"
Deeply liking Leold's response and his resolute attitude, the Pope and the god of war asked for his heart.
At first, he had craved for more of the struggle that had taken Leold's body, but he decided that the heart was worth more than his body.
The heart of the best warrior. For it would be the best offering to the god of war.
The Pope tore off his burnt clothes with his own hands and ran toward Leoldo.
Leold did not turn his face away from the approaching Pope, but took a deep breath and shouted the names of his subordinates:
"Barbaroth, Gilbert, Jex! Buy me some time! Then Siegfried and the others, cover the three of you!"
"Oh, right!
The three who had been frozen in place moved at Leold's command, intervening between the Pope and him, and focusing on buying time.
Then, Siegfried heard Leold's words and moved in the same way as the three of them, heading toward the Pope.
'Hey, what? What do you mean, 'the rest of them'? There must be some other way to say it!"
'If you've got time to argue, fire your magic, Elina! I'll listen to your complaints as long as the Pope is defeated! If you want to live, you'll listen to me!"
"Damn you, ......! Oh, God! I'm warning you, I'm not doing this for you!"
"Just get on with it and cover the four of them with your magic! You must strengthen, support, and exert yourself to the best of your ability! Otherwise, we won't win this battle!"
Barbaroth, Gilbert, Jex, and Siegfried were in close contact with the Pope.
The four men fought fiercely, but the Pope, with his overwhelming strength, kicked them all out of the way and closed in on Leoldo.
"I have disappointed you, Leold. Were your earlier words a lie?"
The Pope was disappointed.
After his great show of courage, Leold had fallen back and let others fight for him.
The Pope was very depressed that he had to rescind his earlier assessment.
'What? The god of war is a fool to listen to me. I am only fighting with what I can use. But you still call me a liar? If that is the case, I cannot help but be disappointed in you. After all, the god of war rejects fighting".
Leold's words hit the Pope in the chest.
There is nothing wrong with Leold's words.
There is no such thing as "cowardice" in battle.
Leold's words reminded the Pope, who should have known better.
'I see. I was wrong, wasn't I? Use whatever is available. That's what a battle is. This is not a match with rules. Yes, we are fighting to kill each other with our lives on the line, so there is no cowardice or shit in it. I was wrong, Leold!"
"You finally understand. Then die!"
The moment Leold swung his hand down, fireballs and tornadoes flew from the left and right of the Pope.
The Pope looked to his left and right and saw in his eyes the girls who had been out of his sight, Siegfried's harem.
The girls were bravely releasing their magic.
They were inspired by Leold's words and were fighting with Siegfried, the man they loved.
They could not just sit back and watch.
He could never know what Leold, whom he hated, would say to him.
"It's no use. You can't stop me with this kind of magic."
The Pope flicked away the magic flying at him from both sides and approached Leoldo.
When the Pope was one step closer to Leold, his mouth twisted into a crescent shape.
"But I'm not interested in you,"
"What?"
Gilbert, whom the Pope should have kicked out earlier, comes between them.
He had been strengthened in the arms and legs by Siegfried's female allies, and his strength had increased to an unimaginable degree.
'Take this !"
Gilbert stomped down on the floor of the cathedral and struck the Pope in the chest with a blow with all his might.
Gilbert's fist shattered the Pope's ribs with a mekiri, a sound that pierced his heart.
'Argh......'
"Barbaroth, Jex!'
'Yes, sir!"
'Brace yourselves!!!!!!!!"
The two, like Gilbert, had also been strengthened, and they swung their swords with more force than ever before, slashing at the Pope from both sides.
Then, Siegfried, who is like the real hero of the fight, held out his holy sword and cut the Pope in two with a single stroke.
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!'
"Unh!"
The Pope finally falls under the onslaught from the four men.
He only laughed.
"Hahahahahahahaha! It was a good teamwork. Like Leold just now, you guys are really entertaining me, but it's not enough. . More, please entertain me more.
Leold was stunned and speechless as the Pope was still in a state of shock after the four of them had successfully attacked.
