The golden-haired girl wielding the Ancestor Holy Sword spun swiftly, cold sparks creating gusts of wind that swept across, making the surrounding barren woods look as if ravaged by a giant dragon.
The underground fortress of the Church, capable of housing tens of thousands, was still not large enough to accommodate the training ground for Olivia to swing the Sun Holy Sword with full force.
To avoid destroying the precious belongings of the survivors, Olivia had to leave the base daily to practice martial arts outdoors.
Leon did not call out; instead, he displayed a sly smile, reversing his grip on the magic spear with his right hand.
The disc fixed at the back of his knight armor was immediately activated by the surge of magic power.
With two crisp sounds, a pair of inward-folding elegant "bow arms" suddenly expanded, the main structure extending from two meters to three meters as joints unfolded and loosened.
