Ende03 Strutter

Foreword:

The angels must flee in terror, for Heaven itself is now ablaze.

I felt a kind of fervor raging within me.

--kiss

[Part 1 - Dog Leash]

In the bright, quiet room, three investigators sat in front of the gray-brown lead-sealed wall, their backs to the judge's bench.

I've seen this scene more than once.

He simply didn't understand why he was in this place.

The VIP tea room features in-depth tests for elemental examination and analysis. It is located in the castle near the domed cliff of the Council of Five Kings, where the most cautious, intelligent, and security-conscious group of people in the world gather.

They are doctors, teachers, and members of parliament—outstanding elites from all walks of life who have achieved success through rational thinking.

The Lead-Sealed Chamber is an anti-psychic facility built specifically for the spiritual examination of VIPs. In this place, the Twelve Elders Council, various transportation agencies, and the think tank team of Ming De each select a presiding judge and three jurors to explore the VIP's spiritual world from various aspects.

Because each Phosphorus Butterfly possesses unique soul power, they can use this powerful force to reshape the world. The initial purpose of establishing the Lead Sealing Chamber was also to explore the "sociality" of VIP individuals—to ascertain their personality attributes and value composition.

The three jurors stood with their backs to the butterfly, facing the porous absorbent wall of the sealed chamber, avoiding direct contact with each other's facial expressions and eyes. In this state, they were immune to most of the Inspiration Pressure from the VIPs—this was to prevent psychic influence, similar to mind control, from affecting the jurors' judgment.

The presiding judge wore a veil that concealed the psychic abilities of the brain.

We've all seen this before. It's made of a similar material to the spirit robes given to new recruits. It looks like a hood that covers the face and part of the neck. It has no breathing holes and completely wraps the head into a polyhedron in which the outlines of the face can be vaguely discerned.

The presiding judge also had a morpho butterfly emblem on his scarf. Like the morpho butterfly tattoo on Wood Plark's neck, it partially blocked the brain from being probed by psychic energy. To put it simply, even Victor couldn't bypass this barrier to probe Mr. Wood's mind.

What surprised Meteor was --

One second he was in East Horse Port Shambhala, in the library of the Tequila Sunrise Hotel, and the next he was in the VIP tea room.

This sudden change in time and space left him feeling disoriented. He could vaguely smell the fragrance of clivia in the flower garden, a fresh scent with a faint sweetness. He could still feel the changes brought about by the sudden increase in blood pressure and heart rate when his body lost weight a few seconds ago.

Of course--

--His most unforgettable and most cherished memory is still Jason Megan.

"Chef! Chef!"

Meteor slammed his hands on the stone platform, trying to stand up immediately, but was instantly pressed back down by the powerful spiritual pressure.

Part of the lead-sealed chamber is constructed from the BOSS's flesh and blood, capable of trapping the vast majority of psionicists in the world to death here—provided that the unfortunate soul is willing to enter this dog cage voluntarily.

"Where's the head chef? How's he doing?!"

Meteor stammered, her face flushed.

"Why am I here? Did I pass out? Did I win? Did I kill that Flash Butterfly?!"

His emotions were too intense, and his anger caused him to briefly go into a frenzied state.

"Why isn't my stone lit up, Judge? Why did I suddenly end up here?"

"I'm back from Shambhala? What happened along the way? What was the process?"

"Was it Professor Victor who did it? Did he erase this part of the memory?"

Meteor leaned forward, trying to make out the judge's features—he wanted to find someone familiar and figure out what had happened.

"Just like last time? Did Ming Ge punch me in the chin?"

He recalled that when Jiang Xueming returned from Pankrasin Palace, she had used the same method to strike him hard with a powerful punch, causing him to lose consciousness and achieving the result of a time jump—he was knocked out of the ring and taken to the infirmary by that punch, losing all his memories of the thirty-odd minutes in between.

Is Jason dead?

Meteor suddenly calmed down, his whole body covered in a layer of white sweat.

"I can't accept this fact? I lost? I've been utterly defeated?"

Where are my friends?

"No, no, no, that's not right, is it?"

"Presiding Judge?"

"What happened? What terrible outcome! Why are they erasing this entire part of my memory? What year is it? What era am I living in?"

"I"

He looked down at his own body—

--Finally, it was realized that this was not an ordinary Homo sapiens body.

Thick white fur covered his skin, especially around his head and neck, creating a thick "scarf" that seemed to bulge out from under his hospital gown.

His two arms became thick and swollen, almost bursting out of his clothes and twisting the blue and white stripes out of shape.

The meteor could not see his own reflection, nor could he see his image in the judge's eyes; the sealed room contained no mirrors—he had no idea what he had become.

"Have I been captured by the enemy? Or turned into a monster?"

The sound coming from the throat was also very different, sounding lower and deeper.

"Have I turned into a monster?! Me?!"

He was on the verge of collapse, and in a brief moment he was enraged, just like when he activated the Radiant Stone in his pre-battle state. His eyes became bloodshot, his vision blurred, the scenery around him slowly turned red, and everything began to liquefy, distort, and deform.

"Why did this happen? Why?!"

"Why! I don't understand! I'm in so much pain!"

Before things get out of control --

--The presiding judge broke the silence and finally spoke.

"Hello, Mr. Bu Liuxing."

"Contrary to what you think, you did not leave Shambhala East Horse Port, nor were you under David Victor's mind control."

"There was no time jump, and none of those strange and inexplicable psionic reactions you might imagine."

"The place you are in is not the VIP tea room on the roof of the Council of Five Kings building—this sealed room is a temporary haven imagined by your own mind."

Bu Liuxing quickly asked, "What do you mean?"

Judge: "You have become a lapis lazuli werewolf. This is the first gift the wolf mother gives to each of her cubs; it's called [a dog leash]."

As he said this, the presiding judge waved his hand lightly, and the six lead-sealed walls collapsed with a crash, revealing the Bu Family outside.

Bu Liuxing watched all this in astonishment. He saw his mother tidying up old things with Aunt Wang on the second floor of the flower room, saw the shooting range not far away, and saw black carp chasing and playing around the drone feeder in the small pond.

He could smell the familiar scents and feel the familiar sea breeze of Hung Hom South District, as if he had returned to a safe and warm environment.

"This is a neural network that the Holy Beast bestowed upon the entire race, a self-protection mechanism. When you need to process a large amount of information and your mental state becomes overwhelmed, the [leash] will pull you into this mental world—" The presiding judge paused for a moment, then loosely opened and closed the canvas with his hands. The collapsed walls around him closed again, transforming back into the environment of the sealed room. "—We will construct this mental landscape based on your memories, to make you feel at ease and to help you remain calm for the time being."

Bu Liuxing didn't understand. "You guys?"

Presiding Judge: "We are the Wolf Spirits—people who have merged with the Holy Wolf Mother."

As the lives of the Lapis Lazuli Guards come to an end, after hundreds of years of evolution, they will eventually return to the wolf mother's womb and reunite with her.

The wolf mother seeks enlightenment, knowledge, and spiritual power in this way.

The Lapis Lazuli Guards possess a unique Inspiration, communicating through pheromones and psionic neural networks. This innate ability is a gift from the Wolf Mother.

"We need to re-examine ourselves, Bu Liuxing." The presiding judge explained the two scenarios, "You fell into an uncontrollable frenzy by the window of the Tequila Sunrise Hotel—this is a common ailment among Red Stone People. It's not just Ming De who loves heroes; Red Butterfly also loves Red Stone People."

"Your mind has started to go berserk. Without any spiritual pressure protection, you just completed the blood donation and then encountered the Flash Butterfly."

Meteor: "Yes."

The presiding judge said, "You are like a defenseless infant who has barely had a few sips of breast milk before being exposed to such a terrifying and powerful enemy. Your Madness Index has exceeded six times the standard of Polarized Sextant and three times the security clearance standard of a psionic probe— the Vita Imprint is causing your physical body to begin to collapse."

Meteor explained frantically, "I have to save the chef! I can feel it! He's still breathing! I'm so angry! My mind is a mess."

"I'm discussing objective facts with you, Bu Liuxing." The presiding judge remained remarkably restrained. "This is something that has already happened; I'm not trying to hold you accountable, humiliate you, or punish you."

Meteor: "Okay. Alright. Go ahead."

Presiding Judge: "In the moment of your emotional breakdown, you thought the sealed room and your old home in the South District were the safest and warmest havens, so the [leash] brought you here."

Meteor: "Hmm"

Presiding Judge: "Let's start from the beginning; it'll be faster if we take it slow."

Meteor: "Hmm"

Presiding Judge: "Next, you will need to answer some questions."

Meteor: "Go ahead and say it."

Presiding Judge: "General of Tears, what do you consider to be courageous?"

"Uh..." Meteor hadn't really thought about this. He couldn't quite understand the implications of the question. Why ask such a thing at this crucial moment?

The presiding judge said, "Many lapis lazuli workers also work in the real lead-sealed chambers; this isn't our first meeting. The investigation into the gunsmith and your spiritual essence has actually been done many, many times, so rest assured—the [dog leash] is a tool to help you out of this predicament; it won't hinder you."

The shooting star fell silent.

The presiding judge was waiting for an answer, and at the same time, he needed to counsel Meteor—he had to keep the General of Tears sober.

"Your elder brother, the one you regard as your elder brother, we, along with other mental health units, have discussed the gunsmith's fundamental nature—his personality model is quite unique."

Meteor: "Of course."

Presiding Judge: "Was he a brave man?"

Meteor: "Is that even a question?"

Presiding Judge: "Actually, our conclusion differs somewhat from your understanding. In conventional wisdom, the gunsmith is a complete coward—he never fights unprepared, he is a very conservative and calmly restrained Homo sapiens, and in very rare cases, he may experience emotional instability."

Meteor quickly denied it. "No! No, no, no!"

Presiding Judge: "Is there something wrong with it?"

"No! That's not right!" Bu Liuxing finally came to his senses. "No! You've always thought..."

When it comes to protecting his elder brother, Meteor seems to have suddenly found the key to courage.

"Have you all always thought that way? That I'm a brash and reckless person! I seem loud and intimidating, but Ming Ge is actually much braver than me!"

Presiding Judge: "Why?"

"I'm not scared because I'm stupid! I can't feel it!" Meteor shouted emotionally, "You're letting a blind person watch a horror movie? He still can't feel it!"

Presiding Judge: "Is that so?"

"Yeah!" Meteor continued, "What I admire most about Ming Ge is that he seems to know everything—how strong the enemy is, how difficult the mission is—he always says he's actually scared, but he never misses a beat in doing what needs to be done!"

Presiding Judge: "Hmm."

At this point, Meteor started grinning foolishly.

"--I envy him, I like him very, very much."

"He is the bravest person I have ever met."

"When facing all sorts of demons and monsters, especially mythical entities like the Flash Butterfly, who are the eldest children of Mother Earth, Ming Ge would involuntarily tremble and be affected by spiritual pressure when he came into close contact with them."

"But none of the necessary slaughtering procedures will be omitted. It doesn't matter if your hands and feet are not in control; as long as you do the basic work of cutting, positioning, and controlling the slaughtering gun well, you will definitely achieve good results."

"He"

Inspector: "It seems you've overcome some of your inner fears and gained some strength from the gunsmith."

Meteor paused for a moment, then asked, "Am I still fighting the Flash Butterfly? Have I lost consciousness?"

The examiner opened and closed his palms again--

--The walls of the lead-sealed room were broken.

They arrived at the beach in East Horse Port, under the bright morning sun at nine o'clock.

Not far away, the white-furred giant wolf, which was running frantically from northeast to southwest along the beach, had been stained pink with blood, and its mouth and nose had begun to ulcerate. Its eyes and ears were covered with red sores Vita Imprint.

Flash Butterfly, carrying Berloberg, it flew close to the ground, holding a wolf's head high and carrying a lantern, relentlessly pursuing him—the essence of the General of Tears had led it here.

Inspector: "Once you lose your mind, you're no match for the Flash Butterfly Transformation. You can't activate the power of the Radiant Jewelry, and you can't awaken your fighting spirit—you only manage two or three rounds with this monster before you start running away."

Before he could finish speaking, Meteor saw the giant wolf dig at the sand with its four paws and flee like the wind—from this perspective, he could better observe himself and understand himself better.

Flash Butterfly, it flew low past the shooting star and chased after the big wolf.

A long string of human heads and their hair woven together resembled a fierce whip.

As the Flash Butterfly and swung its leg, the long whip lashed the wolf, causing the werewolf to howl in pain and fall into the sand, kicking up clouds of dust. When it got up again, it saw the Flash Butterfly raise the dull and lifeless Berloberg and charge into battle.

The beast was utterly powerless against the Flash Butterfly, its body slashed and stabbed by Berloberg's heavy sword, leaving horrifying wounds. The wolf was cut down time and time again, and due to its strong will to survive, it staggered and rolled away in a sorry state. It clutched its internal organs and let out a series of miserable howls as it struggled to crawl to one side of the beach to survive.

The blood donation allows these injuries to heal at an accelerated rate, enabling the user to continue enduring the sword strikes and torture from the Flash Butterfly.

"--The Flash Butterfly possesses some of Jason Megan's intelligence and the essence of a Chaos Immortal Embryo, making it virtually invulnerable," the examiner explained. "It has become a patient hunter, and if it doesn't do something, it probably won't live much longer."

"Give me your body!" Meteor cried urgently. "Let me go back! Let me go back!"

"You have never truly left your physical body, Bu Liuxing," the examiner explained. "It's just that madness and rage have taken over you, turning you into a beast—temporarily casting that part of your personality aside."

[Part 2: Sharpening the Sword]

Meteor, bewildered and lost, exclaimed, "What should I do!?"

Inspector: "What should we do?"

Meteor: "Yeah! What should we do!"

Inspector: "What should we do?"

Meteor: "I'm asking you!"

These four ambiguous questions made time seem to slow down.

--The apostle hounds arrived late, ready to support their master.

Meteor could only watch helplessly as she, losing her mind, was gradually surrounded by these "human" beasts.

He could still discern some instinctive decisions. The wolf deliberately stayed away from the city and brought the Flash Butterfly to the seaside, not wanting the civilians of East Horse Port to get hurt—it seemed that the wolf only had this little bit of rationality left.

When he clashed with the Flash Butterfly, his movements were completely disorganized, as if he had just acquired this physical body and was unable to adapt to its essence.

Without the help of [Wham Mr. Wei Meng], sharp teeth and claws alone wouldn't be enough to break through this monster's defenses.

He wanted to fight back blindly while being beaten, but when he saw the lantern with the human head in the hunter's arms, he became wary, afraid of hurting Jason Megan in the slightest.

"Before you set off, you visited Pankrasin Palace," the examiner asked softly, his hands behind his back.

Bu Liuxing looked up at the Flash Butterfly in mid-air and stammered, "Ah."

Inspector: "King Beowulf has imparted all his fighting methods to you; have you learned them?"

Bu Liuxing was frustrated and annoyed. "No, I'm not strong enough. My body can't adapt to that kind of swordsmanship with its stride length, starting speed, and ability to change the center of gravity and stance at will."

Inspector: "So, you've learned it, but you can't use it?"

"That's right." A Xing said, looking aggrieved, "He's so tall! So strong! Even I, at 1.92 meters tall, can't do that!"

Inspector: "The gunsmith has obtained his own Pankratine, General of Tears —I believe you too can find your own courage, find [all your strength]."

Meteor scratched his head, touched a pair of pointy wolf ears, and, acting like a broken record, exclaimed, "What should I do?!"

Inspector: "Why did you leave the Flash Butterfly Armor in Sendai after you set off?"

Meteor looked miserable. "Of course it's because of my arrogance!"

Inspector: "After arriving at the Church of Dionysus, why did you agree to Gloria's bet?"

Meteor pursed her lips, feeling her cheeks burning. "Of course it's because of my arrogance!"

Inspector: "Why did you sign the housing contract for Fret?"

Meteor's voice trailed off. "It's still because of my arrogance."

Inspector: "Why did you go out to sell candy with Flavia without bringing the Universal Elixir?"

Meteor: "I thought it would be a simple task! It wouldn't take long."

Inspector: "Why do you feel an involuntary urge to step forward every time you hear a cry for help?"

Meteor immediately replied, "Of course! Isn't that obvious? I'm a megalomaniac!"

Inspector: "Why don't you want to surrender even though you've been defeated?"

Meteor emphasized, "There are many things more important than my life! Like justice!"

Inspector: "Given the current situation, do you still think you can win?"

Meteor clenched his fist and did not reply immediately.

Inspector: "Can you clearly see your own stride? Can you see your wingspan? Can you estimate your mobility?"

Meteor: "Hmm"

Inspector: "Its muscle power, reflexes, and mixed martial arts abilities."

Meteor: "Hmm!"

The censor slowly pulled off the scarf and removed the hood.

--The three jurors behind him, their backs to the shooting star, were still busy taking notes.

"[The leash] has fulfilled its mission. When you are once again in a life-or-death crisis, driven to the brink of madness, we will meet again."

Beneath the hood, Jason Megan's pale face was visible.

Bu Liuxing exclaimed in surprise, "The head chef?!"

"Stop talking nonsense. I've been beaten into a trophy by this guy. If the gunsmith sees me in this sorry state, he'll make fun of me for decades."

"Anyway, I can help you through the [dog leash]. This is the last bit of help I can offer. We are both lapis lazuli, and we can communicate telepathically using psionic neural networks." Jason Megan took off his gloves and glanced at his watch. "I don't have much time. I estimate about forty minutes before this head no longer belongs to me. I will be completely devoured by the Flash Butterfly."

Bu Liuxing reached out and pulled Jason.

"Don't panic! I'm coming to save you!"

But when the furry wolf paws encountered Jason, they missed.

Jason expressed his deep regret and left a final message: "I can no longer speak, Fury. Katusha probably can't hear me. If I don't survive, please give her a message for me—"

"--Don't miss me, she's still young. Eat less and exercise more, become beautiful, and she can remarry."

The next second, the meteor returned to its body.

"Look, look, look!"

Gloria and Fret sat side by side, choosing the best spot in the sky garden to watch the play.

Fret marveled. "He looks like a dog that was beaten and crawling all over the floor."

Gloria: "I just saw him jump out, and I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine—I thought he was something special."

Fret: "I was also startled by that spiritual pressure. I never expected the General of Tears to turn into Blue Gold."

Gloria with slight worry, "You don't think he'll just die like that, do you? I'm counting on him to do business with Judas."

Fret patted his chest and guaranteed, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! If that time really comes, the two of us will join forces to subdue the Immortal Embryo and then bring the General of Tears under our command—that would be double happiness!"

A dozen or so Apostle Hounds trapped Meteor on the beach. They surrounded him without attacking, making it difficult for the mad wolf, who had lost his mind and gone into a frenzy, to escape the attack of the Flash Butterfly.

Berloberg was stained with the blood of his comrades time and time again, and its blade emitted a series of clear ringing sounds, as if it were anxious for the meteor.

The Flash Butterfly, flying close to the ground, seemed like an unattainable angel. Each time it swooped down and swept past the white wolf, it brought with it a patch of bloody, mangled flesh.

--Until the blade was blocked, until the white wolf's eyes returned from blood red to clear water.

The lapis lazuli wolf blood instilled in Meteor a wild instinct that instilled fear in him. The wolfhound, afraid of pain and death, tried to avoid the low-flying blade.

But Meteor seized the opportunity and used his strong, resilient arms to firmly grasp the edge of Berloberg's sword.

The Flash Butterfly, was almost abruptly halted by brute force!

It froze in mid-air, only able to watch helplessly as the General of Tears seized the sword.

The blunt edge of the sword bore a clear scar, a mark left when it was struck by a massive stone sphere during the fierce battle with Bo Hua and Bailan in the underground arena. Now, that scar had become Meteor's path to survival—its ability to catch a blade barehanded.

"How is this possible?!" Gloria exclaimed in disbelief.

The beast, which had just been barely clinging to life and only concerned with escaping, seemed to have suddenly regained the initiative.

The Flash Butterfly resulted in a loss of balance.

--The white wolf's two hind legs swelled and expanded, its power flowing from its calves all the way to its arms, and it seized the sword blade, slamming the monster hard onto the sand.

The instant Berloberg let go, Meteor regained the gleaming blade, turned the hilt around, and regrouped.

The Flash Butterfly, was dizzy and disoriented; the dozens of eyes on its body spun around with it.

--The surrounding apostle hounds, eager to protect their owner, swarmed forward.

In the blink of an eye, Meteor raised his arm to try and protect his throat, but there were just too many of these beasts!

The werewolf's left arm was being bitten by the apostle hounds, while his right hand continued to maneuver Berloberg, leaving him with no room to defend himself.

The apostle hound's sharp teeth gnawed at the white wolf's flesh, just managing to bite through the thick fur, when they were forced open by an invisible and intangible spirit!

The flesh-and-blood monster's mouth opened wide, and its skull exploded, turning into a shower of bone fragments and flesh!

"What is it?" Gloria pushed past Fret and snatched the binoculars. "What the hell?"

Fret's face showed horror. "That guy seems to have become a different person! In a battle of pure strength! The Flash Butterfly actually lost!"

Originally, the white wolf was left with only a pair of tattered trousers. Just as the pack of apostle hounds attacked, an iron shield opened from Meteor's arm.

Symbolized by the gold and blue cracked emblem of the wolf mother, it rapidly swelled within the Barry of the apostle hound—exploding the monster's head.

Almost simultaneously, the barely clothed white wolf donned a suit of spirit armor.

"[Mr. Wei Meng Rap]! Protect me!"

The spirits of the Unicorn Warrior's armor and helmet changed along with the blood-soaked body of Azure Gold. They attached themselves to Meteor's half-wolf body, undergoing transformations time and again until they finally fit perfectly into the newly formed, tall wolf body.

To accommodate the white wolf's protruding snout, its head armor resembles a frog-shaped helmet, and from a cloak composed of pure golden light emerges Berloberg's scabbard—it seems to be an adaptive spirit that can change form according to the host's will.

The "Fusou Wannian" jewelry piece has undergone numerous repairs and modifications. A rose ruby is inlaid in the heart of this spirit armor, bursting forth with brilliant blue flames.

The apostle hounds, which had rashly launched their attack, fell back as soon as they pounced—their teeth were shattered by the hard psionic armor.

This time, Gloria couldn't sit still any longer; her sense of crisis grew stronger.

"This is psionic weaponry? This guy can actually use psionic weaponry?"

Psionic weaponry is a type of innate magical art that is almost impossible to reverse engineer using magic systems through incantations or rituals.

Shali Knight, a highly skilled spellcaster, can use shattered spirit forms to reconstruct them with [Veil of Night], transforming them into various psionic weapons.

This is a reverse evolution that returns to simplicity. Gunsmiths used to create all sorts of tools using spirit threads and spirit fragments during their metamorphosis. In the eyes of other psionicists, although this talent was far less powerful than psionic weaponry, it was still a very exquisite psionic skill.

Once it becomes a Morpho butterfly, this ability will disappear as the spirit takes on a fixed form.

Fragrant Dream can only transform a portion of the spirit back into its tool form; it cannot completely change its fundamental nature, nor can it be attached to another person as armor. Even if the Steel Cat is turned into a vise, it cannot disassemble the scattered spirit parts and can never return to the flexible and versatile form of its metamorphosis period.

After the General of Tears completed the Blood Ceremony, not only did the form of his soul power change—

--This brute, who had earned several degrees in the Arcane Library and honed his intelligence, followed the example of the sages of the Magic Academy and obtained his own psionic weaponry.

As soon as the Flash Butterfly emerged from the deep pit, it saw the White Wolf Knight in his divine armor—

-- Gently flicking the blade, I placed it under the spirit scabbard within my cloak, and heard the whistling sound of metal grinding against metal.

The blunt-bladed greatsword, which had been damaged and chipped, was restored to its original shape once again.

This time, Meteor adopted a completely different stance, unlike its previous launch stance where it was always ready to leap and charge.

He is nearly 260 centimeters tall. In his half-wolf form, Berloberg adopts a conservative sword stance with one hand on his chest, holding a shield to protect his Vital Point.

In an earlier time, when the wolf mother was still a cub, this Pankrasin combat art originated from the depths of the abyss at the same latitude and longitude as Mimir Hot Spring Market, from the Ancestral Palace deeper within, from the giant emperor's honored guest in the Royal Court —at that time, the Wise King Beowulf was not yet [Outlaw], but merely a decrepit old man who had drunk from the Mímisbrunnr.

It seems that Lady Luck had arranged everything in the dark (the cat was obsessed with leveling up its cards), bringing the Red Stone People to its homeland (experience dungeons were arranged in advance), and overcoming the many obstacles of the Geyser, it arrived at the Dead Puppet Agency under Victor's guidance (a Noble Phantasm upgrade was arranged along the way) -- this kind of combat skill is also the same path as Lapis Lazuli.

It is the wolf sword technique that the broadsword-wielding ranger Osin learned at the Royal Court.

--It was Professor Beowulf who gave the two nameless men [all his power].

The pure white flames of the radiant blades spread all the way to the iron shield. This is another advantage of the spirit armor over the spirit silk mass—it has an extremely high affinity for psionic energy and can accept the enchanting operations of most medium items, including the elves in Berloberg, who can also temporarily reside on the armor.

"Monster! Give me back my friend!"