Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

"I'll meet him if I have a chance."

Said a temple elder who was nearly a thousand years old and had witnessed the split between temple guards and assassins.

"?" He immediately realized that the temple elder was talking about his master, and the face under Attila's hood showed a horrified expression.

This is a trap!

It was a trap for me to come to the library without encountering any obstacles.

And this trap is to trap himself, and then use himself as a hostage to force Milin to bow his head.

Attila, who was in panic and panic, ignored the temple elders who were chattering in strange inverted grammar, and immediately turned around and rushed towards the library door.

No matter whether he can help Milin...if Milin is really in danger.

The temple elder, who was sitting motionless in his chair, watched with a smile as Attila rushed out of the library in a panic, without any obstruction.

It wasn't until Attila's figure completely disappeared that the elder muttered to himself in the air around him:

"Is it really the prophesied Khan? This child."

"I don't know..." The voice coming from the air had a tone that was almost as suspicious as the elder's.

"Don't you know either? Guardian." The elder said to the air strangely.

"Prophecies can always be interpreted in completely different directions." Along with these words, a slender figure appeared from the elder's side.

If Milin saw this figure here, he would definitely shout in a deliberately fussy tone:

"Malaka, I knew you were alive!"

Appearing next to the elder was the founder of the empire and the last guardian, the falconer Kassandra, whose statue was erected in the Mountain of Light.

"The three people who corresponded to the prophecy have appeared, right? Already." The elder coughed slightly and said.

"Malaka! Yoda, when will you change your habit of always inverting your sentences when speaking?" Cassandra was so unhappy that she even used her habit of speaking.

It is precisely because of this phrase that when translated it means "grass (a plant)" that Kassandra was called "Malaka" by Milin.

"It's already being changed, it's already being changed." The temple elder named Yoda said quickly.

"Is this the result after hundreds of years of modification?" Cassandra, who still looks young, cannot tell that she is more than a hundred years older than Yoda next to her.

"Ahem, ahem."

Facing his master's complaints, Elder Yoda could only respond as if his life was about to end soon. This air of being about to die soon had lasted for hundreds of years in this elder's body.

Seeing her apprentice's attitude, Cassandra could only sigh and swallow the "Malaka" that had just reached her mouth.

Basically at the same time that Cassandra swallowed the words "Makala", on the top of the temple a few hundred meters above the Dashi, Milin looked at the figure standing in front of him and said "Makala" in his mouth. "

Milin originally planned to say "Mother Fake" directly, but he looked at the black one-eye patch on the other person's bare head.

Milin was very confused as to whether to greet the other party with "Mother Fake" or "Long live Hydra".

As if they had been waiting here for a long time, they saw Milin grabbing Lapland and rushing to the roof. The bald one-eyed dragon temple guard in black clothes and black skin raised the durable steel sword painted with purple fluorescent paint in his hand. Facing Milin, he showed a very authentic Wapad swordsmanship starting position.

Feel the dark side of the Force that is still surging even under the suppression of this temple.

Milin knew that the master in front of him might be the strongest temple guard he had ever encountered since he traveled to this world... although he had only encountered a few.

So Milin did not let the nano-skin adsorbed on his body to play a defensive role condense into a nano-sword in his hand, but took out the durable steel sword placed in the storage space.

It is still the starting position of holding a sword with one hand, but it is no longer Solesu who pursues defense, but Makashi who specializes in sword fighting.

Perhaps the arrogant character required by this sword technique suits Milin very well. Even though Milin has practiced this sword technique for the least amount of time, it has still become the most powerful sword technique that Milin can use.

...It's a pity that it was of no use when playing a friendly match with Alori and Gray Wind. Those two guys didn't use swords at all.

Probably after noticing that the durasteel sword in Milin's hand came from Master Auschwitz, Master Cyclops immediately waved the purple durasteel sword in his hand and rushed towards Milin.

The Wapard swordsmanship, which requires passion and strong willpower to control the dark side to serve oneself, and the Makashi swordsmanship, which is powerful because of the user's arrogance, collided, creating a continuous sound of iron strikes.

Because these two kinds of swordsmanship are swordsmanship that reaches the extreme in pursuit of winning the duel.

For a time, Milin was on a par with the Temple Master, who was obviously Master Wen's counterpart from another world.

Lapland, who was thrown aside when Milin drew his sword, looked at the clanging battle in front of him for a while and realized that joining this battle with his current strength would be a waste.

At the same time, she has integrated into this world, and the memories belonging to another Lapland are also complaining crazily in her heart:

"Is this why the missed enemies were never found?"

"It turns out that they have all been chopped into pieces by the doctor."

Lapland, who suppressed the other complaints in his heart, lowered his head and glanced at the sword in his hand that had no guard. The joy of getting a new weapon disappeared without a trace.

Did he turn out to be so weak?

"Do you just give up? Are you like a lost dog watching the doctor fight alone?"

Another voice of his own sounded in Lapland's ears like an auditory hallucination.

"What can I do? Become a burden?"

Lapland knew that this auditory hallucination was not that there was really another person in his body, but that it was only after merging his own memories from another world.

The inevitably conflicting memories from different worldviews formed another personality... at least that's what she thought.

Fortunately, neither the Lapland of this world nor the Lapland of another world cared much about having another person in his body.

For Lapland, there's no harm in having a few more personalities if it can increase his strength.

"Stupid dog, since you can't do it, then give me your body!"

"Come here, come and get it!" Lapland, who was complaining in his heart, simply closed his eyes.

The next second, there was a hint of madness in Lapland's reopened eyes, and a bloodstain like a scar appeared under Lapland's eyelids.

Lapland's change immediately attracted the attention of the two people who were fighting. Milin, who retreated to Lapland with the help of a backhand parry, said strangely:

"Lapland."

"Hey, doctor, long time no see. Are you having fun in this world?"

"Can't you see that you're not happy?" He stared at Lapland, who seemed to have changed. He couldn't tell whether this was a split personality caused by memory conflicts, or whether he was really being possessed by another dog. Lin responded.

"I see you are having a lot of fun, don't worry, I won't tell those guys that you are enjoying yourself in this world, hahaha."

Lapland (suspected version of split personality) laughed and said.

Before Lapland's laughter ended, the alien version of Master Temperature, who had recovered slightly from the exhaustion of his energy due to the intense battle with Milin, once again charged forward, waving the purple durasteel sword in his hand.

Leaving aside the pair of black steel swords in his hands that were useless against the durasteel swords, Lapland directly grabbed the durasteel sword from Milin's hand and smiled while waving his sword to deflect the opponent's attack. road:

"Haha, do you want to kill me? You're still a little short of that!"

Master Wen, whose attack was deflected, did not attack again, but frowned and stared at Lapland, who suddenly went crazy.

Just like when Milin saw the different world version of Wen Wen, he realized that the other person had a strength comparable to his own.

When seeing Lapland like this, Wen Wen also noticed the strange sudden increase in strength of the other party.

When did the little kid from the Wolf God Clan in Nord also have such strength?

"Are you afraid to go up? Are you scared? Hahaha, then try to resist!"

Lapland didn't care at all about the other party's caution. The mad wolf laughed wildly and attacked with the long sword in his hand.

Every swing of the knife was accompanied by a burst of laughter, and the laughter was also mixed with unabashed ridicule:

"Please, harder, don't bore me too much."

At the same time, this taunt also included Milin.

"That's it? That's it? Doctor, can you choose an enemy for me that matches my strength? I can't even warm up when I encounter such an enemy."

Seeing Lapland like this, Milin couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Milin could clearly see that although Lapland's cloaked swordsmanship seemed to be suppressing the opponent, he was seriously at a disadvantage.

There were even several moves in which Lapland swung the weapon in a manner that meant life was exchanged for injury, but for some reason the temperature master of the parallel world did not kill him.

Not knowing how long the other party's unexplained "mercy" would last, Milin formed a nano thin sword in his hand and joined the battlefield.

At the same time, facing Lapland who entered mad dog mode and Milin who changed into a weapon more suitable for him, even the temperature master from another world who practiced Wapad swordsmanship couldn't resist and retreated continuously.

He knew very well that if he continued to fight, he might be blamed. Master Wen, who was on the roof, ignored the danger of his middle door being opened wide. He stretched out his arm, picked up the purple durasteel sword in his hand, and swung it in a semicircle, and at the same time forced it away. Milin and Lapland both.

Then, before the opponent could seize the gap in his middle door and attack him, he jumped off the roof with a smooth backflip.

Milin, who did not pursue him, paused for a moment while standing on the edge of Attila, who glanced at him, then turned around and asked Lapland:

"Ever been on a glider?"

"Do you need me to hold you? Doctor." Picking up the black steel sword that had been thrown aside by "himself", Lapland, whose personality still hadn't switched back, said with a grin.

"Whatever, as long as you don't fall." Milin picked up Lapland and held him in his arms, speeding up to the edge of the roof.

Amidst the exclamations of the temple guards who were watching, Milin jumped into the air and quickly unfolded a silver-grey bat-shaped glider behind him, flying into the city with the mountain wind at night.

It wasn't until the bat-shaped glider flew several hundred meters away that the temple guards realized they were not watching the fun and quickly sounded the city-wide martial law alarm.