Spearman’s Growth Story

Woo–

The bloodthirsty Demon Sword is alive, driving Beowulf’s arm to draw one after another mysterious trajectory, killing Rama Suppressed deadly in place, he had to do his best to keep all the vital points in his body.

This is the Akbara Hound, Demon Sword who will never stop without drinking the enemy’s blood.

Under normal circumstances, Beowulf took the initiative to wave it with brute force, but the situation is different now. Beowulf, who has won Rama’s Treasure Item three times in a row, is actually relying on the shackles of the Holy Grail to stand here. In fact, his spiritual foundation had already burned out.

Rama is on the verge of disappearing under the power of the curse.

The current battle between the two is completely a race against time.

If there is no accident, once Maeve wakes up and joins the battle, Rama and Sita will be dead.

Like, now.

Swish–!

Like a poisonous snake, the brown whip tore the atmosphere, stuck at the moment Rama swung Beowulf’s swords, and kissed him on the neck!

The timing of this attack was just right, and it was wonderful.

So, it is inevitable.

【…It’s over, is it? 】

stared wide-eyed, Rama looked weakly at the tail of the whip that gradually enlarged in his eyes.

With the strength of this whip, if the angle is correct, it is enough to lift his skull.

Move his eyes slightly upwards, passing Beowulf, Rama looked towards the position of Sita, which is outside the trifling ten meters. There, it has become a blur.

These short ten meters are like a moat that cannot be crossed.

Their husband and wife will never see each other forever!

Does this curse from life really endure them forever?

“pa!”

Suddenly, a hand full of burns suddenly inserted in front of Rama. The breath that is so long that it shouldn’t have appeared in this era, like a spring breeze, blew Rama’s body.

This hand seems to be slow but fast, and the last hair comes first, firmly holding the whip.

The tail of the whip hit his palm, leaving a light trace of blood.

“…I’ll help you. Don’t mind, Rama.”

“ahhhh, of course, my friend!”

It was like hope that filled his chest again, like a lamp illuminating the front again.

Energetic limbs are full of weakness, mentally flogging themselves to fight again.

Looking at Maeve who was stared wide-eyed in front of him, Rama didn’t care about Beowulf whose body became more and more illusory, but threw his favorite sword with all his strength.

That is the Brahma, bestowed by the great god Vishnu, which can defeat all injustices.

He has been by his side since he was born, and he can summon up with just one sentence of incantion, accompany him to fight for a lifetime, and defeat countless enemies including Rakshasa King Lobna.

Its name is—

“Brahmastra breaks through Rakshasa!”

A flash of golden runs through Maeve’s chest, It was as sharp as it had penetrated Robona’s chest.

The blow that carried Rama’s will and faith ultimately killed the poisonous woman.

“pu ooh!”

A pool of blood mixed with meat was spouted, and Maeve fell weakly.

Beowulf, who was forced to stay by her, disappeared when her spiritual core was broken.

Strongly supporting the discomfort, Rama walked to her.

beckoned, the immortal blade appeared in the palm of his hand.

“…Is there a last word, Queen.”

“hehe…no. The loser is not worthy to say any last words. I have helped you set up the stage, but the result In the end, you didn’t see your wife. The so-called Holy King Rama seems to be only this.”

Maeve, whose lips were red with blood dyed with a smile at the corner of her mouth, was already floating on her body. Point light particles.

“ahhhh, let me say it. I was a only this guy, a bastard who can’t even protect his favorite wife.-Goodbye, Queen.”

With self-blame and exhaustion on his face, Rama cut off Maeve’s head with a single sword.

After that, he lifts the head tremblingly, looking at where Sita should be.