To Save My Favourite Character, I Decided To Destroy the Game’s Plot

Two pinnacles that radiate an isolated presence shine brilliantly on the battlefield.

　No one can approach them.

No one, including me, would dare to stand between them.

Because this is a world that only the strongest are allowed to enter, a world that even O'Brien could not reach with his mind alone until the very end.

"Ha ha, you're Schneizel!"

Isaac, who had seemed somewhat relaxed in front o, breaks his face.

　The same kind, the appearance of the person who might kill him , the serious look that came to mind. him, A burning will to fight was exploding.

'Yes, I am Schneizel!"

　Another presence swells as Isaac catches him.

It was different from any expression I had seen in training or on the battlefield.

The expression on Schneizel's face as he rides his warhorse now, the kind of resolve that dwells there, is the same as the one I saw in the game.

In other words, he is climbing into the same realm seven years from now, when he will be a great general and literally the strongest man alive.

Schneizel raises his great sword high in the sky, and Isaac takes up the challenge.

　In a sense, this is a challenge.

He has already climbed to the top and established an epoch with the great generals. The leader of a new generation who has begun his ascent to surpass him.

　The two men running, their horses rapidly approaching, closing in on each other, stepping into sword range...

"Hahaha!"

"'Gaaaah!"

The moment the two men's blows clashed, a deafening explosion roared across the entire sky.

It was a transcendent sound of destruction that could not have been produced by human battle. A beat later, the leg of their warhorse shattered. It was only a single blow, but that alone exceeded the endurance value of the horses.

　A typhoon-like shockwave that occurred even later blew away all the people around them, including me.

　It was as if the world's strongest were eliminating those who did not deserve it.

It really is hard to believe that the strongest people in this world are the human beings.

"They're monsters."

　Those were the words that naturally escaped my mouth.

　Leaving us behind, the battle between the truly powerful took on an even greater dimension.

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Schneizel and Isaac landed on the ground before the horses collapsed.

　The landing was simultaneous, and Isaac, who moved first from there, stepped on the ground powerfully and accelerated.

The speed range beyond the perception of Norwin and others who were watching the battle, the slashes that were unleashed in the midst of it left sound behind.

It was the blow of a hero beyond average people. But the one who meets it is also the world's chosen hero, and hewho will be the one who will be the one to defeat it.

"Oh, you'll catch it!"

A strike at the speed of sound was caught. Once again, the great swords were in the air in a fierce battle.

No, it was not an antagonism as seen.

Isaac slammed the great sword from the upper stance, and Schneizel caught it from the lower stance.

When the advantage of the laws of physics are included, the fact that they were locked in a duel shows only one answer: "I am greater than you.'

"I will surpass you. That is why I came here!"

"I will not be overpowered!"

　Schneizel pushed in with force.

The first time the balance was broken, Isaacs, who had avoided the struggle by shedding his great sword, changed his angle and struck a blow, but it was easily caught and rebounded.

　The difference in strength is highlighted in an attack and defense that lasts less than a few seconds.

　Schneizel did not even give him a chance to retreat, but slammed his sword into him again.

'There is no way I will retreat!"

　Isaacs then struck the sword squarely at him.

　What he lacks in strength, he makes up for in size. What he lacks in height, he makes up for in sheer force of effect by swinging down from a greater height, but even if he goes that far....

"Gaaaaah!"

　Schneizel won.

Isaac was smiling at the sheer irrationality of it all as he deftly parried the impact that nearly blew him away.

　The actuality that he who has run over so many enemies with one-sided specs is now being done so by a person of all people.

　He is not only physically superior, but he is also able to take the initiative in every attack.

, impose unreasonable violence on him, and then his well-honed martial arts are brilliant!

　Strength, speed, instantaneous force, flexibility, technique, and intuition. He is a true monster who has reached the highest level in every aspect of his being.

"No wonder Ghardias has chosen him as his heir".

Isaacs was honestly astonished at the strength of the new generation while dealing with the storm of slashes that were being unleashed.

 

　　Even now, Isaac is still in the process of growing up, and when looking down the long history of mankind, the man in front of him is clearly the only one who stands out too much.

　He stands head and shoulders above the rest, even among those at the top of the heap. He is truly worthy of being the king of the battlefield.

　But that is precisely why...

"You must do everything in your power to the death on the battlefield, right?"

the top of the old generation bellowed.

　He is inferior in strength, so what?

He is inferior in skill, so what?

"I have the will of a great general! I am not inferior to you in this!"

　Despite his overwhelming inferiority, Isaac showed no sign of breaking down; on the contrary, he made a shallow cut into Schneizel's body.

　Fresh blood dances.

　Isaac just barely parried the counter, which was swung faster than the blood stains the ground, and his smile deepens to a fabulous smile.

Isaac's journey from a soldier to a general, and the legends he has created since then, are what make him the man he is today.

　He is inferior in every aspect, but he is superior in one thing: his experience. That is why he is able to resist without being killed, and to find an opening and counterattack.

"Fierro is dead! I can't go down with him!"

　The presence of a man who has taken on the nation's back and leaped even higher. Schneizel, confronted with this, said...

"I really don't like this."

"What?"

'It's not you."

The point of his dislike was Arjano.

　He and Almire had surpassed each other, and were the most formidable enemies ever.

　Compared to him, the general in front of him was inferior. Knowing that he was stronger, even Isaac, who was at his best, could manage to handle him.

　The defeat that day, the meaning of being kept alive, and this situation. He feels as if he is being encouraged to grow up, and he doesn't like it.

As long as everything is as he wants it to be, there is no way to surpass him. The strongest who has mastered martial arts and magic. Arjano, who must have crossed many eras, has not even shown the bottom yet.

'　I will surpass him."

I will say it again and again. I am the man who will be the pinnacle of the age of the champion.

:You say that in front of me!"

"I'm talking to you and nobody else!:

I won't let you cross over! I will destroy both present and future Arcadia right here!

O'Brien, the man who harvested today, raises his great sword to crush Schneizel's hope for tomorrow.