"Balpa————!"
Looking at the old man in front of him, Kiba Hiroto clenched his fists tightly, gritting his teeth, glaring fiercely at him. For Kiba Hiroto, the person appearing before him was his lifelong enemy!
"So you're the failure."
In contrast to Kiba Hiroto's fury, the old priest appeared very calm. Perhaps it was because he had someone backing him up, he merely glanced at the other side before retracting his gaze.
"Balpa! Heretic! You stole the Holy Sword, what exactly do you plan to do!"
Murasakifuji Ilina also glared at him, asking angrily, while Balpa spread his hands.
"It's simple. I want to merge the four Holy Swords into one. Once the four Holy Swords are completely fused, the technique will be complete, and then this city will be utterly destroyed! By that time.........!"
"—————————!!!!"
