Turning away from the blown pope, Leold shouted to Sylvia, who was praying for his victory in the rear.
"Sylvia! It's not safe for you to stay here. Go up there with Isabelle!"
'But, Leoldo-sama!"
"No problem. I've got your support. Then you know I will not be defeated. Trust me!"
Leold assured his victory powerfully and clearly.
Hearing his words, Sylvia nodded her head.
There was no falsehood in his words at all.
If that is the case, then she, as a wife, simply believed her husband's words.
'I understand. Leold-sama. I will be waiting for you!"
'Yes!"
Leoldo gave a short reply to Sylvia and turned back to the Pope.
Sylvia turned away from Leold and went to break the magic circle just above the cathedral with Isabelle, who had been waiting for them.
Leold, who was left behind, looked at the Pope, who had taken up his position.
'You have been waiting for me?'
"A wife sends her husband off to battle. God cannot be so tactless".
"The law of the God of war is ......"
Leold cowered at the pope's (or god of war's) lawful response.
It's not a bad thing, but it does throw off the tone.
If he has the capacity to do so, he shouldn't have to go to battle with others.
It is extremely annoying.
But no matter how much we humans complain and argue, God cannot be reached.
God literally does not exist in the first place, so human common sense cannot be applied to him.
"You really are an evil god, aren't you?"
"I'm not trying to wipe out the human race, but..."
"You're trying to cause a war and destroy it vicariously."
"Hm. If that's the case, maybe there is that ......."
He put his hand on his chin and took Leold's statement as if he was convinced.
This is the moment when Leold understood that God is an ineffable and unfathomable being after all.
No more words are needed.
There is only one thing to say.
There is only the physical language of struggle.
Communication in the name of violence, which should be called the first language that human have possessed since long ago.
There is no other way to silence the Pope.
"Let's settle this, shall we?"
"Fun times really are short-lived, aren't they ......?"
Leold readied his fist and the Pope dropped to his haunches.
Both kicked the ground and accelerated.
They clashed at blinding speeds and fired a cannon-like blow.
Defending is tactless, taking a blow from your opponent is the only way to be successful.
There is no such thing.
If it were possible, the only choice would be to evade, but the Pope's blow was sharp, fast, and precise.
As soon as Leod knew that he could not evade, he moved to the defense, but even so, he could not completely block the Pope's blow.
Leold was shocked as if he had been hit directly by a cannonball.
Leold is almost thrown back, but he counterattacks and strikes the Pope.
The same thud sound is heard, and the Pope's body is almost shattered by the impact.
However, the Pope held his ground and fired his fist at Leordo again.
Leold, defeated, also fired a fist at the Pope.
They continued to exchange blows without giving each other any space.
Fist after fist clashed, and a tremendous shockwave shook the cathedral.
As small pieces of debris fell from the ceiling, Leold and the Pope fought to the death without backing down.
They mixed kicks and aimed at vital points, but both men blocked only those, and the rest of the time, it was all about cutting flesh to cut bone.
Leold was biting at Pope with his overwhelming physical ability that combined the power of the earth, the speed of lightning, and the control of water.
In contrast, Pope has only pure physical strength, and the rest is just the skills he has cultivated.
Leold has the power and Pope has the skill.
Leold has actually received more strikes than Pope, but not as many as Pope.
Nevertheless, Leold's power is tremendous, and the Pope has suffered serious damage just by receiving a single blow.
However, since the Pope has more moves than Leordo, the amount of damage Leold can do is higher.
Leold was originally damaged by Pope's attack, and when he tried to combine the three powers, he failed, and the explosion left his body severely damaged.
Nevertheless, Leold is able to fight like this thanks to the fact that he has never missed a training session.
Leold has been able to fight the Pope on an equal footing because he has repeatedly injured his body and stood up to him each time.
With a short exhale, Leoldoincreases the speed of his attack.
With a dizzying speed like a storm, Leold fires fists and kicks at the Pope.
Both in speed and power, Leoldo outstripped the Pope, and the number of hits was increasing.
However, it was still not enough to defeat the Pope.
This is because the Pope is tough and can endure Leold's blows even if they are heavy.
Even if they continued at this rate, Leold would probably run out of power first.
Leold has no stamina to continue the battle, although he has secured magical power by using magical power sharing.
This is because he is taking too much damage.
If that were not the case, Leold's winning percentage would have been much higher, but in his current state, it is only about 10% at best.
He would have regretted it if he had been in perfect condition, but in the first place, it is impossible to be in perfect shape in a battle.
Rather, it is important to give one's best in any situation and in any condition.
(...... haa......! It's hard to breathe! It's hard to even stand up! It's a miracle I can fight!)
Leold, who was engaged in a fierce battle with the Pope, was very nervous inside.
He whipped his body, which wanted to collapse at any moment, suppressed the feeling of wanting to throw himself out at once, and desperately resisted.
"(Kukuk ......! Hahahahahahahaha! That's the most painful. But so what! I must overcome this adversity, right? I'll have my food for thought!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!")
Leold saw this as one of the most valuable experiences, and decided to make the battle with the Pope his flesh and blood, and to use it as food for growth.
Once he had decided that, he could not stay in the dark forever.
It is time to go on the offensive in a single bound.
Leold raised his game one more notch and went on the offensive.
"Ah!"
Leold's attack increased in weight and speed.
The Pope, sensing the threat, understood that Leold was ready to fight.
"Come on, ......!"
The Pope, sensing that Leold was going to try something, braced himself.
Whatever it is, he is ready to face it head on.
He may be called an evil god, but inside he is a god of war.
He is a god who genuinely enjoys the fight, which is why he was unable to read Leold's actions.
"Is ......?"
Leold turned his back and ran away in the middle of his fight with the Pope.
For a moment, the Pope was stunned, not understanding what had happened.
However, as soon as he learned that Leold had escaped, he was both dismayed and angry at the same time.
"I am disappointed, Leold! How dare you turn your back on your enemy and flee!"
The Pope, stepping so hard that he crushed the ground, approached him and struck him a powerful blow on the back.
'You took it, you idiot!"
At that moment, Leold's image blurred.
The Pope's eyes widen in surprise as Leordo suddenly disappears, even though he was right in front of him.
"What?"
"Fuck you!"
Leold used his lightning speed, which he had been hiding until now, and moved instantly behind the Pope.
Then, he twisted his body and released a back fist using a centrifugal force.
The back fist, strengthened by the power of the earth, and with the speed of lightning added, had explosive power and smashed the Pope's side of the head.
With a direct hit, the Pope flies sideways through the air and rolls across the floor of the church.
Leold, convinced that this was his chance to win, flew to the Pope to end the game at once.
Leold, running with a pale flash of light, reached the Pope, who was blown to pieces, and unleashed a furious rush as if in pursuit.
""Raikka Sourengeki!!!!!!!!!""
Leold strikes the Pope with the power of thunder and earth in both hands.
He hit and struck and hit.
With the spirit of "I'll give it all I've got right here, right now," Leold continued to hit the Pope with all his might.
"That's it, ......!
"!"
The Pope grabbed Leold's arms and stopped him.
Leold's expression was slightly distorted by the fact that he had not been able to defeat him at this point.
"You lured me in by pretending to run away, took my back with a hidden trick, and struck a blow with all your might. It was truly brilliant. But it wasn't enough. If you had been in perfect shape, I would have been in danger too! It seems I am the one who will have the last laugh after all!"
Having blocked Leold's arms, the Pope threw him away in the manner of the tomoe throw.
Leold was thrown off and flipped in the air to prepare for an attack from the Pope, but it was meaningless, and he was thrown into the air by a blow from the Pope who had entered his bosom.
"Gghh!"
There is no escape! Shatter!
The Pope fires a magic cannon at Leold, who is floating in the air as if thrown into the air, as if he were raising his fist.
Leold accelerated his thinking and thought desperately as the cannon closed in, but there was nothing he could do but defend himself, so he crossed his arms and blocked the Pope's cannon.
"Ugh...! "!
I hope you'll be gone!"
Leold was pushed up by the magic cannon and reached the roof.
Feeling the texture of the ceiling behind him, Leod puts all of his strength into his stomach and shoots the magic cannon away with both arms.
"Oh, !"
'I didn't know you still had that much power left! But with the previous blow, you must have used up all your strength! I win this match!"
"It's not over yet! Don't end this match without permission!"
Leold kicks the ceiling and accelerates toward the Pope below.
The Pope, on the other hand, kicks the floor and leaps to intercept Leordo.
The two clash in mid-air and engage in a fierce battle before gravity pulls them both down.
Upon landing, they both kick the floor, spinning their bodies and hitting each other with a spinning kick.
The shockwave pierces through the floor of the cathedral, and the two fall further down.
During the fall, the two men clash and sharpen their fists without a moment's pause.
"Ahh! "!
"Ugh! "
Leold, who has already reached his limit, bites at the Pope while spreading blood spatters.
Leold's strength increased here, and the Pope was also exhaling and splattering blood every time he was struck.
Then, falling to the ground floor of the church, the two men engage in a final round.
Leold disarmed his entire body and concentrated his magical power in only two places, the arms and legs.
The Pope concentrated all his remaining magical power on Leold, using it not for defense but for attack.
"This will settle it!"
"Bring it on, Leold!"
The two men rushed forward at the same time, exerting the last ounce of their true strength.
Turning away from the blown pope, Leold shouted to Sylvia, who was praying for his victory in the rear.
"Sylvia! It's not safe for you to stay here. Go up there with Isabelle!"
'But, Leoldo-sama!"
"No problem. I've got your support. Then you know I will not be defeated. Trust me!"
Leold assured his victory powerfully and clearly.
Hearing his words, Sylvia nodded her head.
There was no falsehood in his words at all.
If that is the case, then she, as a wife, simply believed her husband's words.
'I understand. Leold-sama. I will be waiting for you!"
'Yes!"
Leoldo gave a short reply to Sylvia and turned back to the Pope.
Sylvia turned away from Leold and went to break the magic circle just above the cathedral with Isabelle, who had been waiting for them.
Leold, who was left behind, looked at the Pope, who had taken up his position.
'You have been waiting for me?'
"A wife sends her husband off to battle. God cannot be so tactless".
"The law of the God of war is ......"
Leold cowered at the pope's (or god of war's) lawful response.
It's not a bad thing, but it does throw off the tone.
If he has the capacity to do so, he shouldn't have to go to battle with others.
It is extremely annoying.
But no matter how much we humans complain and argue, God cannot be reached.
God literally does not exist in the first place, so human common sense cannot be applied to him.
"You really are an evil god, aren't you?"
"I'm not trying to wipe out the human race, but..."
"You're trying to cause a war and destroy it vicariously."
"Hm. If that's the case, maybe there is that ......."
He put his hand on his chin and took Leold's statement as if he was convinced.
This is the moment when Leold understood that God is an ineffable and unfathomable being after all.
No more words are needed.
There is only one thing to say.
There is only the physical language of struggle.
Communication in the name of violence, which should be called the first language that human have possessed since long ago.
There is no other way to silence the Pope.
"Let's settle this, shall we?"
"Fun times really are short-lived, aren't they ......?"
Leold readied his fist and the Pope dropped to his haunches.
Both kicked the ground and accelerated.
They clashed at blinding speeds and fired a cannon-like blow.
Defending is tactless, taking a blow from your opponent is the only way to be successful.
There is no such thing.
If it were possible, the only choice would be to evade, but the Pope's blow was sharp, fast, and precise.
As soon as Leod knew that he could not evade, he moved to the defense, but even so, he could not completely block the Pope's blow.
Leold was shocked as if he had been hit directly by a cannonball.
Leold is almost thrown back, but he counterattacks and strikes the Pope.
The same thud sound is heard, and the Pope's body is almost shattered by the impact.
However, the Pope held his ground and fired his fist at Leordo again.
Leold, defeated, also fired a fist at the Pope.
They continued to exchange blows without giving each other any space.
Fist after fist clashed, and a tremendous shockwave shook the cathedral.
As small pieces of debris fell from the ceiling, Leold and the Pope fought to the death without backing down.
They mixed kicks and aimed at vital points, but both men blocked only those, and the rest of the time, it was all about cutting flesh to cut bone.
Leold was biting at Pope with his overwhelming physical ability that combined the power of the earth, the speed of lightning, and the control of water.
In contrast, Pope has only pure physical strength, and the rest is just the skills he has cultivated.
Leold has the power and Pope has the skill.
Leold has actually received more strikes than Pope, but not as many as Pope.
Nevertheless, Leold's power is tremendous, and the Pope has suffered serious damage just by receiving a single blow.
However, since the Pope has more moves than Leordo, the amount of damage Leold can do is higher.
Leold was originally damaged by Pope's attack, and when he tried to combine the three powers, he failed, and the explosion left his body severely damaged.
Nevertheless, Leold is able to fight like this thanks to the fact that he has never missed a training session.
Leold has been able to fight the Pope on an equal footing because he has repeatedly injured his body and stood up to him each time.
With a short exhale, Leoldoincreases the speed of his attack.
With a dizzying speed like a storm, Leold fires fists and kicks at the Pope.
Both in speed and power, Leoldo outstripped the Pope, and the number of hits was increasing.
However, it was still not enough to defeat the Pope.
This is because the Pope is tough and can endure Leold's blows even if they are heavy.
Even if they continued at this rate, Leold would probably run out of power first.
Leold has no stamina to continue the battle, although he has secured magical power by using magical power sharing.
This is because he is taking too much damage.
If that were not the case, Leold's winning percentage would have been much higher, but in his current state, it is only about 10% at best.
He would have regretted it if he had been in perfect condition, but in the first place, it is impossible to be in perfect shape in a battle.
Rather, it is important to give one's best in any situation and in any condition.
(...... haa......! It's hard to breathe! It's hard to even stand up! It's a miracle I can fight!)
Leold, who was engaged in a fierce battle with the Pope, was very nervous inside.
He whipped his body, which wanted to collapse at any moment, suppressed the feeling of wanting to throw himself out at once, and desperately resisted.
"(Kukuk ......! Hahahahahahahaha! That's the most painful. But so what! I must overcome this adversity, right? I'll have my food for thought!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!")
Leold saw this as one of the most valuable experiences, and decided to make the battle with the Pope his flesh and blood, and to use it as food for growth.
Once he had decided that, he could not stay in the dark forever.
It is time to go on the offensive in a single bound.
Leold raised his game one more notch and went on the offensive.
"Ah!"
Leold's attack increased in weight and speed.
The Pope, sensing the threat, understood that Leold was ready to fight.
"Come on, ......!"
The Pope, sensing that Leold was going to try something, braced himself.
Whatever it is, he is ready to face it head on.
He may be called an evil god, but inside he is a god of war.
He is a god who genuinely enjoys the fight, which is why he was unable to read Leold's actions.
"Is ......?"
Leold turned his back and ran away in the middle of his fight with the Pope.
For a moment, the Pope was stunned, not understanding what had happened.
However, as soon as he learned that Leold had escaped, he was both dismayed and angry at the same time.
"I am disappointed, Leold! How dare you turn your back on your enemy and flee!"
The Pope, stepping so hard that he crushed the ground, approached him and struck him a powerful blow on the back.
'You took it, you idiot!"
At that moment, Leold's image blurred.
The Pope's eyes widen in surprise as Leordo suddenly disappears, even though he was right in front of him.
"What?"
"Fuck you!"
Leold used his lightning speed, which he had been hiding until now, and moved instantly behind the Pope.
Then, he twisted his body and released a back fist using a centrifugal force.
The back fist, strengthened by the power of the earth, and with the speed of lightning added, had explosive power and smashed the Pope's side of the head.
With a direct hit, the Pope flies sideways through the air and rolls across the floor of the church.
Leold, convinced that this was his chance to win, flew to the Pope to end the game at once.
Leold, running with a pale flash of light, reached the Pope, who was blown to pieces, and unleashed a furious rush as if in pursuit.
""Raikka Sourengeki!!!!!!!!!""
Leold strikes the Pope with the power of thunder and earth in both hands.
He hit and struck and hit.
With the spirit of "I'll give it all I've got right here, right now," Leold continued to hit the Pope with all his might.
"That's it, ......!
"!"
The Pope grabbed Leold's arms and stopped him.
Leold's expression was slightly distorted by the fact that he had not been able to defeat him at this point.
"You lured me in by pretending to run away, took my back with a hidden trick, and struck a blow with all your might. It was truly brilliant. But it wasn't enough. If you had been in perfect shape, I would have been in danger too! It seems I am the one who will have the last laugh after all!"
Having blocked Leold's arms, the Pope threw him away in the manner of the tomoe throw.
Leold was thrown off and flipped in the air to prepare for an attack from the Pope, but it was meaningless, and he was thrown into the air by a blow from the Pope who had entered his bosom.
"Gghh!"
There is no escape! Shatter!
The Pope fires a magic cannon at Leold, who is floating in the air as if thrown into the air, as if he were raising his fist.
Leold accelerated his thinking and thought desperately as the cannon closed in, but there was nothing he could do but defend himself, so he crossed his arms and blocked the Pope's cannon.
"Ugh...! "!
I hope you'll be gone!"
Leold was pushed up by the magic cannon and reached the roof.
Feeling the texture of the ceiling behind him, Leod puts all of his strength into his stomach and shoots the magic cannon away with both arms.
"Oh, !"
'I didn't know you still had that much power left! But with the previous blow, you must have used up all your strength! I win this match!"
"It's not over yet! Don't end this match without permission!"
Leold kicks the ceiling and accelerates toward the Pope below.
The Pope, on the other hand, kicks the floor and leaps to intercept Leordo.
The two clash in mid-air and engage in a fierce battle before gravity pulls them both down.
Upon landing, they both kick the floor, spinning their bodies and hitting each other with a spinning kick.
The shockwave pierces through the floor of the cathedral, and the two fall further down.
During the fall, the two men clash and sharpen their fists without a moment's pause.
"Ahh! "!
"Ugh! "
Leold, who has already reached his limit, bites at the Pope while spreading blood spatters.
Leold's strength increased here, and the Pope was also exhaling and splattering blood every time he was struck.
Then, falling to the ground floor of the church, the two men engage in a final round.
Leold disarmed his entire body and concentrated his magical power in only two places, the arms and legs.
The Pope concentrated all his remaining magical power on Leold, using it not for defense but for attack.
"This will settle it!"
"Bring it on, Leold!"
The two men rushed forward at the same time, exerting the last ounce of their true strength.
