Elden Ring: Atai vows to have a perfect ending

——This is not a fight between humans.

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After Hertok and I entered the sealed prison, a low, continuous muttering came from the dark blue crack: "Why? Why? Why do you do that, my king... Reattach, reattach a limb, such a despicable thing is definitely not what a king should do, not to mention, you are the offspring of that person... Please stop! Stop!"

"Paris, is it really you?" Hurtok walked forward.

In the deep scar, the figure of the Crucible Knight holding a sword and shield slowly rose up, like a mirror that Hurtok had looked at.

But obviously, the opponent's mind has completely collapsed, and he can't even tell who is coming: "You, are you also here to kill me under the order of King Greg?... Well, even if I am alone, I must stop the king from continuing to tarnish the glory of the warriors and commit unforgivable sins!"

“······Zero, please don't interfere in this matter.” The other party was coming at him aggressively, and after saying this, Hertok rushed forward with big strides.

The moment the two Crucible Knights clashed, they began an endless hand-to-hand fight.

--To be honest, I originally thought that the battles between the Crucible Knights would be like a classic Hollywood fight, with you hitting me, using the same master's unbreakable moves, or maybe it's bull wrestling, where after they collide, it's a pure contest of strength to see who loses first.

But the scene before their eyes could only be described as the collapse of heaven and the cracking of the earth, as if the two supreme rulers were going to fight until the great Dao was obliterated!

The two swords kept colliding and slashing, and sparks burst out from every strike.

They even took the initiative to carry their large shields on their backs, fighting purely with sword skills, without giving in at all.

Bang! Bang! Dang! Dang!

Just from listening to it, every strike was so powerful and heavy, and every sword seemed to be able to tear through space and create a cyclonic torrent.

With each impact, the earth trembled continuously, and sand and rocks were blown everywhere, forcing a little kid like me into the corner of the prison. Apart from shivering, I could do basically nothing.

——Why are you telling me not to take action? If I rashly barge into the battle between your two heavy tanks, I will only be crushed into powder!

boom--

It was another war trampling move, for the umpteenth time, which shook the entire prison.

As the opponent leaped back to avoid the attack, he flapped his wings and flew high into the sky, then held up his sword and swooped down like an eagle.

But unexpectedly, the golden glow of the Hundred Aspects of the Furnace also appeared on Hertok's legs and feet. He saw the opportunity with his sturdy hind legs like a kangaroo, jumped hard, and the whole person flew into the air. He summoned the tail of the Hundred Aspects of the Furnace, and when the opponent just flew under him, he twisted his body with all his strength and whipped him.

Suddenly, the opponent was smashed to the ground, the ground sank, and violent smoke and dust rose.

But Hertok's attack did not stop. He used the twisting force of his giant tail to swung his sword in half a circle, and then, with the weight of his whole body, smashed it down with all his strength.

when--

The powerful collision once again created a wave of air, and the strong wind pressure dispersed all the dust and fog.

The Crucible Knight actually managed to block Hurtok's full-strength attack! He raised his large shield, which also shone with the golden glow of the Crucible. Like a rhinoceros, he shouted with all his might and thrust his shield forward: "Ahhhh——"

Being in the air, Hertok, unable to exert any follow-up strength, could only be knocked flying and fell heavily to the ground.

The Crucible Knight finally knelt on one knee with his shoulders heaving and shaking: "Ha - ha - King, King! I must stop you! Even if, even if it's for that person... me, I must cut off this ugliness!"

"Grek has been defeated!" I couldn't help but shout, "O Crucible Knight named Paris, your brother Hertok has fulfilled your long-cherished wish. Stonewell no longer has the infamy of 'limb grafting'!"

“······Paris, He, Hertok?!” The other party seemed to have regained some consciousness.

"That's right!" I immediately affirmed.

However, considering that the other party can't even recognize the person in front of him, I have to think of a way to find more conclusive evidence to prove my statement.

What conclusive evidence is there?

······Got it!

I closed my eyes and visualized Greg's Great Rune.

At the same time, from the palm of his hand, the power of Rune gathered into the form of four superimposed rings, emitting brilliant golden light.

"Look, Greg's Great Rune has already..."

But before I could finish my words, I was interrupted by a roar.

The Crucible Knight, with surging black flames rising from his body again, used his sword to prop himself up and stood up: "G, Greg... King! Are you still stubborn and want to harm my companions? In the name of King Gefulei's subordinate, the Crucible Knight, I must defeat you!"

——Ah, ah, I made a very wrong decision.

I thought that by taking out Greg's Great Rune, I could tell the other party more clearly that Greg had been defeated and that the fight could stop.

But I didn't expect that this confused guy would mistake me for Greg and rushed towards me.

"Zero, get out of the way!" When Hertok shouted, the other party had already arrived in front of me.

——But I am not a sheep or cattle for you to slaughter, Knight Paris!

Combat skills - Hound sword skills, first part!

I took out the hound's fang, made a small spinning slash, and hit the opponent, causing golden light to burst out. At the same time, I could... create some distance... It was over, I forgot that I was originally at the corner of the prison wall, and I did a backflip and unexpectedly hit the transparent blue magic wall of the prison and fell down.

A huge black shadow enveloped me. I looked up and saw Furnace holding up a greatsword. Under his helmet, a terrifying look of blood-thirsty blood was faintly revealed. He chopped down at me.

But, someone was one step faster than him.

A dazzling golden glow shone on Hertok's sword, and in his palm, it turned like a helicopter propeller, and then slammed into the back of the Prison Furnace.

Combat Skill - Otaupis' Whirlpool!

According to legend, this is the unique skill of Otaubis, the chief among the Knights of the Crucible.

This blow can even completely shatter the earth!

"Ahhhh-"

The golden rune glow surged like a spring, and the magic power even produced a series of collisions, like a huge rock smashing into a pool of water, creating endless ripples.

Even though Furnace was wearing thick armor, he was hit so hard from behind that he flew out and slammed into the wall of the prison, causing cracks to appear on the magic wall and almost breaking it.

The Crucible Knight in the prison fell backwards, and the blue spirit began to gradually shatter and turned into powder and scattered.

······But, in the end, he seemed to recognize the person in front of him. He raised his hand with difficulty and stretched it out to Hertok: "He, Hertok, did you... stop King Greg?"

"...Well, Greg has been defeated by us, and Stonewell will restore the reputation of Storm." Heltok panted and solemnly performed a knight's salute in response, "Rest in peace, my friend."

“That’s great... I must, must wait for the king’s return. I, I’ll wait for the furnace, and swear to protect this border area... I, I’ll go first. May Queen Marika guide you on the way forward, Hel..."

A gust of wind blew, and the Crucible Knight disappeared before our eyes.

The prison looked as if it had just experienced an earthquake, with the ground broken and bulging everywhere, and piles of earth like ruins.

【Enemy Felled】

"...Don't be too sad, Hertok." I walked up to him and comforted him, "At least, your brother always adhered to his beliefs and returned to the tree peacefully as a warrior."

"Brother...brother?" Hurtok turned his head. "This guy is not Paris."

······ah--?