Only by focusing his magical power on his legs did Leold reach his highest speed ever.
Clad in the power of the earth and the speed of lightning, Leold is already in the realm of the non-human, but he has reached even further than that.
An ordinary person would not be able to perceive it, and would only be able to recognize that Leordo had moved in an instant.
" I knew it, he's fast!"
'Ruh-ah!"
Leold, who had abandoned all defenses and was channeling magic power into his arms, fired a fist at the Pope.
The fist, with its unusual speed and impossible power, is so strong that it can pierce a god.
The Pope fires a fist as if he were counterattacking, and Leoldo's fist is diminished even a little bit.
Their fists overlapped each other, and in a cross counter, the two fists dug into each other's face.
"Ugh!"
'Gah!"
For a brief moment, the two men stop moving and stare into each other's eyes.
The two men glare at each other with sharp, piercing glances and begin to exchange blows, putting aside all defenses.
"Aaaaaah"
Ooooh"
Blood splatters and a beastly roar echoes through the cathedral.
The air trembled and the cathedral shook in the aftermath of their attack.
Thuddingly, the fisticuffs continued as if they were firing cannons at each other.
Both men did not take a step back, but simply swung their fists, threw kicks, and stepped forward to strike down their opponents.
Leold's fist was shattered, his leg broken, and his ribs crushed.
Pope, too, had a shattered face, a broken shoulder, and ruptured internal organs.
Still, the two men made no pretense of defense at all, but simply attacked.
They continued to fight, swinging their fists as fast as possible, hitting the enemy with as many shots as possible, and never letting up, not even for a second.
If one retreats, one loses.
If one fears, one will die.
If so, there was nothing else to consider.
The two of them simply discarded all other emotions in order to defeat the enemy in front of them.
No emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, or pleasure would get in the way.
All they need now is the will to defeat their opponent.
Their abilities are already matched.
If the abilities are the equal, then it is a mentality of spirit, determination, belief, guts, and the like.
Which one is better is only after all is said and done.
'Gaaaahhhh!'
'Aaagh!"
Leold, who was about to lose consciousness, peeled his white eyes for a moment, then roared like a beast to regain his bearings.
The pope, on the other hand, roared in response to Leo;d's stormy onslaught, which grew in intensity and strength.
Leold and Pope go back and forth, back and forth.
Both have exhausted their strength and can barely stand.
But they do not fall because they do not want to be defeated.
They wanted to stay on their feet longer than their opponent, and that was the only reason they were able to fight.
At that moment, when Leold stepped forward, he was slightly, but only slightly, disoriented by the blood he had spilled.
That was the deciding factor in the outcome of the match.
In that split second, less than a second, the Pope did not miss Leold, who was out of position, and struck him with a blow with all his might.
He struck Leold with his full force.
"It seems the goddess of victory has smiled on me! Leold!"
Leoldo who had been hit by a powerful blow to the abdomen unbearably vomited blood and stopped moving.
Naturally, the Pope would not have missed his greatest and last opportunity to end the match.
Grabbing Leold by the hair, he forcefully pulls him back and slams his knee into his face.
Leold's face caved in, and Leold turned his head back, his nose bleeding like a fountain.
There, Pope kicked him in the back as he lifted Leordo into the air with a foot strike.
"Ugggh!"
Leold was kicked up to the ceiling, and his face showed an expression of anguish, but he quickly turned himself around to face the Pope.
But the situation was bad.
The Pope bent down, jumped up like a frog, and plunged two fists into Leoldo's stomach.
Without time to defend himself, Leold was hit by the Pope's fists, bent over, and slammed into the ceiling.
"Gah ...... hah ......a!"
"That's a slam!"
The Pope, who is in close attendance on Leold as he hits the ceiling, opens his hands like a flower and fires a converging magic cannon.
Leold sensed the premonition of death in his intuition and turned all his magical power to defend his stomach.
However, the magic cannon released by the Pope was suitable for a tome shot, and Leold broke through the ceiling of the cathedral.
"Ahh!"
The power of the magic cannon was so great that Leoldo was unable to do anything but break through the ceilings of the second and third floors.
Leold was thrown into the sky, passing even Sylvia and the others on the roof of the church.
When Sylvia and the others on the roof realized that it was Leold who had broken through the floor from below, they cried out in grief.
"Leoldo-sama!"
Sylvia and the others could do nothing but look up at the sky and watch as Leold was shot through the clouds by the magic cannon.
Even if the magic cannon did not kill him, he would have no life if he fell from that height.
Many people collapsed to their knees when they learned of Leold's defeat, but Sylvia was the only one who looked to the sky and shouted,
"I believe in you, Leold-sama!"
Did her voice reach him?
Leold, who had been launched high into the sky by the magic cannon, opened his eyes and turned his body to escape from the magic cannon.
However, he had already used up all his strength and could not even move a finger.
At this rate, he would just fall and be slammed to the ground to death.
Falling headlong, Leold was tempted to just surrender himself, but he laughed, saying that such a thing would never be acceptable.
'Not yet ......! I am not done!"
There are things that can be done.
With magic sharing, Leold gathers all the magic he can muster into himself.
His fingers don't move, but his mouth does.
Leold began chanting as he plummeted.
"Appear, champion of the skies and incarnation of the lightning bolt!"
The chanting created a dark cloud.
Leold's body rapidly lost its magic power.
"Pierce the heavens, split the sky, and bring sorrow to the earth."
Dark clouds roll in, and a gurgling lightning illuminates Leold.
The roar is deafening, as if the world is responding to Leold's chant.
"I beg you."
Lightning strikes Leold.
The lightning would normally have burned him to a crisp, but it gathered around his body as if it were enveloping it.
"With thy power, I will strike down my enemies!"
Leold's motionless body starts to move, and he straightens his hands and falls toward the ground like a meteorite.
Sylvia and the others on the ground were startled by the suddenly darkened sky, but were delighted to see a ray of light coming toward them from within the dark clouds.
There was no way they could have mistaken it.
Convinced that it was Leold, Sylvia burst into tears.
I believed in you. ...... Leold-sama!
"Sylvia! Go awy"
Those who just knew that Leold was coming straight for the church began to flee at once.
They understood what Leold was going to do.
The church will be blown away leaving no trace.
Sylvia and the others rushed out of the church to escape before they were caught in the middle of it.
The Pope, who was near the first floor of the cathedral, sensed a magic he had never felt before in the sky and stared at the hole in the ceiling where Leold had been blown up.
"No way. ......! This pressure!"
Pope felt a chill in the air, and he knew he was in danger.
Realizing that he was going to die if he stayed here, he turned his back.
"What a fool ...... I am now! What am I ...... to do now!"
The Pope, about to flee, stopped.
The Pope, trying to get away from the battle, from Leold, could not help but be surprised at his own actions.
He was supposed to be enjoying the fight, but he tried to escape from it.
No wonder the Pope stopped in his tracks and became haunted by doubt.
, "Hmph. ....... Running away, am I? Oh, how ...... ridiculous. I who enjoy the fight should not be running away from the fight. This is my defeat. ......"
When the god of war runs away from the battle, it is a defeat.
The Pope stopped running away and turned around.
"But I will not lose for nothing!
The Pope prepares to shoot at Leold, who is approaching from the sky above.
He crouched down, as he had done when he had just blasted Leold into the sky, and gathered his strength until the moment arrived.
Then, falling like a bolt of lightning from above, Leold flips himself in the air and with a flying kick, he breaks through the ceiling of the church and catches the Pope's figure.
"The hammer of the god of thunder!"
"!"
The leaping Pope's fist intercepts Leold's flying kick.
In their final clash, the church was blown to dust.
At the center of the church, Leold and the Pope clashed.
The clash between the two, who had seemed evenly matched, finally came to an end.
The Pope's hands were blown off, and Leordo's flying kick was successful.
Leold's flying kick landed on Pope's chest, knocking him to the ground, and he sank through the ground and into the underground with so much force.
With a zuggagging sound, Leold used the pope to dig through the underground, gouging out the ground.
Then they both fell into the underground cavity, and Leold landed but collapsed to his knees because he was out of strength.
The Pope was lying beside him with both arms missing and his face turned toward Leordo.
"You won, Leold ....... It was fun."
The Pope, defeated but having enjoyed himself to the full, quietly closed his eyes and breathed his last.
Hearing the Pope's last words, Leold laughed and complained.
"I'm not going to repeat that again, you asshole. ............"
Leold, who seemed to have really reached the limit of his powers, lost consciousness at the end of that sentence.
Only by focusing his magical power on his legs did Leold reach his highest speed ever.
Clad in the power of the earth and the speed of lightning, Leold is already in the realm of the non-human, but he has reached even further than that.
An ordinary person would not be able to perceive it, and would only be able to recognize that Leordo had moved in an instant.
" I knew it, he's fast!"
'Ruh-ah!"
Leold, who had abandoned all defenses and was channeling magic power into his arms, fired a fist at the Pope.
The fist, with its unusual speed and impossible power, is so strong that it can pierce a god.
The Pope fires a fist as if he were counterattacking, and Leoldo's fist is diminished even a little bit.
Their fists overlapped each other, and in a cross counter, the two fists dug into each other's face.
"Ugh!"
'Gah!"
For a brief moment, the two men stop moving and stare into each other's eyes.
The two men glare at each other with sharp, piercing glances and begin to exchange blows, putting aside all defenses.
"Aaaaaah"
Ooooh"
Blood splatters and a beastly roar echoes through the cathedral.
The air trembled and the cathedral shook in the aftermath of their attack.
Thuddingly, the fisticuffs continued as if they were firing cannons at each other.
Both men did not take a step back, but simply swung their fists, threw kicks, and stepped forward to strike down their opponents.
Leold's fist was shattered, his leg broken, and his ribs crushed.
Pope, too, had a shattered face, a broken shoulder, and ruptured internal organs.
Still, the two men made no pretense of defense at all, but simply attacked.
They continued to fight, swinging their fists as fast as possible, hitting the enemy with as many shots as possible, and never letting up, not even for a second.
If one retreats, one loses.
If one fears, one will die.
If so, there was nothing else to consider.
The two of them simply discarded all other emotions in order to defeat the enemy in front of them.
No emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, or pleasure would get in the way.
All they need now is the will to defeat their opponent.
Their abilities are already matched.
If the abilities are the equal, then it is a mentality of spirit, determination, belief, guts, and the like.
Which one is better is only after all is said and done.
'Gaaaahhhh!'
'Aaagh!"
Leold, who was about to lose consciousness, peeled his white eyes for a moment, then roared like a beast to regain his bearings.
The pope, on the other hand, roared in response to Leo;d's stormy onslaught, which grew in intensity and strength.
Leold and Pope go back and forth, back and forth.
Both have exhausted their strength and can barely stand.
But they do not fall because they do not want to be defeated.
They wanted to stay on their feet longer than their opponent, and that was the only reason they were able to fight.
At that moment, when Leold stepped forward, he was slightly, but only slightly, disoriented by the blood he had spilled.
That was the deciding factor in the outcome of the match.
In that split second, less than a second, the Pope did not miss Leold, who was out of position, and struck him with a blow with all his might.
He struck Leold with his full force.
"It seems the goddess of victory has smiled on me! Leold!"
Leoldo who had been hit by a powerful blow to the abdomen unbearably vomited blood and stopped moving.
Naturally, the Pope would not have missed his greatest and last opportunity to end the match.
Grabbing Leold by the hair, he forcefully pulls him back and slams his knee into his face.
Leold's face caved in, and Leold turned his head back, his nose bleeding like a fountain.
There, Pope kicked him in the back as he lifted Leordo into the air with a foot strike.
"Ugggh!"
Leold was kicked up to the ceiling, and his face showed an expression of anguish, but he quickly turned himself around to face the Pope.
But the situation was bad.
The Pope bent down, jumped up like a frog, and plunged two fists into Leoldo's stomach.
Without time to defend himself, Leold was hit by the Pope's fists, bent over, and slammed into the ceiling.
"Gah ...... hah ......a!"
"That's a slam!"
The Pope, who is in close attendance on Leold as he hits the ceiling, opens his hands like a flower and fires a converging magic cannon.
Leold sensed the premonition of death in his intuition and turned all his magical power to defend his stomach.
However, the magic cannon released by the Pope was suitable for a tome shot, and Leold broke through the ceiling of the cathedral.
"Ahh!"
The power of the magic cannon was so great that Leoldo was unable to do anything but break through the ceilings of the second and third floors.
Leold was thrown into the sky, passing even Sylvia and the others on the roof of the church.
When Sylvia and the others on the roof realized that it was Leold who had broken through the floor from below, they cried out in grief.
"Leoldo-sama!"
Sylvia and the others could do nothing but look up at the sky and watch as Leold was shot through the clouds by the magic cannon.
Even if the magic cannon did not kill him, he would have no life if he fell from that height.
Many people collapsed to their knees when they learned of Leold's defeat, but Sylvia was the only one who looked to the sky and shouted,
"I believe in you, Leold-sama!"
Did her voice reach him?
Leold, who had been launched high into the sky by the magic cannon, opened his eyes and turned his body to escape from the magic cannon.
However, he had already used up all his strength and could not even move a finger.
At this rate, he would just fall and be slammed to the ground to death.
Falling headlong, Leold was tempted to just surrender himself, but he laughed, saying that such a thing would never be acceptable.
'Not yet ......! I am not done!"
There are things that can be done.
With magic sharing, Leold gathers all the magic he can muster into himself.
His fingers don't move, but his mouth does.
Leold began chanting as he plummeted.
"Appear, champion of the skies and incarnation of the lightning bolt!"
The chanting created a dark cloud.
Leold's body rapidly lost its magic power.
"Pierce the heavens, split the sky, and bring sorrow to the earth."
Dark clouds roll in, and a gurgling lightning illuminates Leold.
The roar is deafening, as if the world is responding to Leold's chant.
"I beg you."
Lightning strikes Leold.
The lightning would normally have burned him to a crisp, but it gathered around his body as if it were enveloping it.
"With thy power, I will strike down my enemies!"
Leold's motionless body starts to move, and he straightens his hands and falls toward the ground like a meteorite.
Sylvia and the others on the ground were startled by the suddenly darkened sky, but were delighted to see a ray of light coming toward them from within the dark clouds.
There was no way they could have mistaken it.
Convinced that it was Leold, Sylvia burst into tears.
I believed in you. ...... Leold-sama!
"Sylvia! Go awy"
Those who just knew that Leold was coming straight for the church began to flee at once.
They understood what Leold was going to do.
The church will be blown away leaving no trace.
Sylvia and the others rushed out of the church to escape before they were caught in the middle of it.
The Pope, who was near the first floor of the cathedral, sensed a magic he had never felt before in the sky and stared at the hole in the ceiling where Leold had been blown up.
"No way. ......! This pressure!"
Pope felt a chill in the air, and he knew he was in danger.
Realizing that he was going to die if he stayed here, he turned his back.
"What a fool ...... I am now! What am I ...... to do now!"
The Pope, about to flee, stopped.
The Pope, trying to get away from the battle, from Leold, could not help but be surprised at his own actions.
He was supposed to be enjoying the fight, but he tried to escape from it.
No wonder the Pope stopped in his tracks and became haunted by doubt.
, "Hmph. ....... Running away, am I? Oh, how ...... ridiculous. I who enjoy the fight should not be running away from the fight. This is my defeat. ......"
When the god of war runs away from the battle, it is a defeat.
The Pope stopped running away and turned around.
"But I will not lose for nothing!
The Pope prepares to shoot at Leold, who is approaching from the sky above.
He crouched down, as he had done when he had just blasted Leold into the sky, and gathered his strength until the moment arrived.
Then, falling like a bolt of lightning from above, Leold flips himself in the air and with a flying kick, he breaks through the ceiling of the church and catches the Pope's figure.
"The hammer of the god of thunder!"
"!"
The leaping Pope's fist intercepts Leold's flying kick.
In their final clash, the church was blown to dust.
At the center of the church, Leold and the Pope clashed.
The clash between the two, who had seemed evenly matched, finally came to an end.
The Pope's hands were blown off, and Leordo's flying kick was successful.
Leold's flying kick landed on Pope's chest, knocking him to the ground, and he sank through the ground and into the underground with so much force.
With a zuggagging sound, Leold used the pope to dig through the underground, gouging out the ground.
Then they both fell into the underground cavity, and Leold landed but collapsed to his knees because he was out of strength.
The Pope was lying beside him with both arms missing and his face turned toward Leordo.
"You won, Leold ....... It was fun."
The Pope, defeated but having enjoyed himself to the full, quietly closed his eyes and breathed his last.
Hearing the Pope's last words, Leold laughed and complained.
"I'm not going to repeat that again, you asshole. ............"
Leold, who seemed to have really reached the limit of his powers, lost consciousness at the end of that sentence.
