Eliphas had already sensed this change, but it was too late for him to react because he had already thrust his sword in front of the Black Swordsman, launching a fierce attack on the wound he had previously inflicted.
At that moment, his gaze met with the Black Swordsman's.
The red light in the other's eyes was so intense it seemed like it would ignite, staring fiercely at Eliphas, when a muddled voice came from beneath the helmet.
"Griff... ith!"
Calling me? No, although it sounds similar, that's someone else's name.
The thrusting sword successfully pierced through the Black Swordsman's chest, and several elements exploded together, causing the Berserker Armor to change colors several times.
Eliphas showed a look of joy and was about to explode all at once to kill him, but the next moment, two giant arms tightly restrained his body.
The Black Swordsman opened his arms and held him tightly in his embrace!
"Crack—crack—"
