Chapter. 14. One Empire, Three Legends (32)
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To a knight, an auror is like his own soul.
The power to define one’s life itself.
A strong claim to make yourself and present it to the world.
I’m not sure whether to call it a departure from this world or a deviation.
“It’s… so hard!”
The only thing that mattered now was that they were damn strong.
The knights, wielding blue lances overflowing with auras and heavy weapons that appeared to be made entirely of metal, demonstrated a battle that did not focus on the original purpose of stabbing.
Buuuung-!
Weaknesses of long arms. When you dig in to take advantage of close combat, the base of the massive and wide lance swings, crushing the fluttering flower petals.
While the shell of the blocked elbow is broken and the reverberations of that force reverberate all the way to the head, the recovered arm unleashes a series of lightning-like thrusts. A miraculous attack created by incredibly trained shoulders.
If, in return for giving up his thighs and abdomen, a fist full of power is thrust into the knight’s plate mail, and the knight flies away with the distorted plate mail –
Kwazijic!
“Keuuuuuuu!”
The knight finally opened the distance at the cost of a fatal wound, and the javelin he used with all his might pierced my torso.
Master Knight. Superhumans who have established their own world without any hesitation and have finally made part of themselves ‘independent’ from the world.
I had to do my best to deal with each one, and each time, I had to leave several large holes in my body.
There are hundreds of them. Each one of them transcended humanity, swinging their swords at each other.
The beautiful marble staircase collapsed in the blue sword, and the garden exploded with a flail that struck the surrounding air as if it were collapsing, sending fragments flying in all directions.
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– Speed Wagon: The emperor has three wives in total. The empress who gave birth to the first prince, the iron-blooded woman who was the ruler of the Toho forces in the northern part of the empire, Althena Tik Matrea. The Empress of Flowers, the mother of the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd princes, Desiara Rim Ashwald. And the second prince’s mother, Anis Terenua. Each of them has a different country and a different force behind them. If we have something in common…
– professor: Not from the Empire. This means that the worship of the emperor and the life for the empire that bound them from the root of their souls were not imprinted on all three. Where is it?
– Speed Wagon: There are the Empress’s Palace and the Second Empress’s Palace at 11 o’clock and 1 o’clock from where you are now. The palace of Terenua, the mother of the 2nd prince, is located in the center of the capital, to the north beyond where the emperor is.
– professor: Three directions around the emperor’s castle…
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Cough!
“Ugh!”
In the moment I was trying to determine the location through the chat room, another knight rushed in front of me. Half-distorted armor and a shoulder that had been narrowly cut off. A firm mouth visible through a broken helmet.
They have the same eyes as those I saw in Turan. The eyes of those who can throw away their lives like stubble. Those who are consumed by the fire of the cause and do not look at themselves.
I narrowly deflected the tip of the sword that failed to pierce the outer layer of my abdomen, and the story engraved in my mind. I reach out to follow the knowledge that was instilled in me through the skill book a long time ago, and that I heard in the ritual space with Hyde in order to acquire it whenever I had the chance.
A deeply bowed posture as if running forward. The right foot stretched backwards kicks the ground with all its might, right before the right arm, stretched like a bowstring, touches the knight’s open chest.
Sigh!
The left foot that went ahead digs into the ground, and the force that only moved forward pushes that foot down. With his fist dug in, the knight’s body was driven into the ground.
The monk’s unique light and resilient body, ultra-fast movement that infuses strength beyond its weight class through strengthening through divinity, and the moment of stopping, the power that went into the movement is shocked without wasting a single inch. A technique that uses the ground as an anvil and your fist as a hammer to crush your opponent. The name was given because to the average person’s eyes, the moment when the opponent is pinned to the ground and only the victim pinned to the ground look like a tombstone.
“Monk fighting stance. “The Hill of Atonement in Ro Haram.”
[….The name sucks.]
‘I need to concentrate, so don’t talk to me. The name of a technology has a huge impact on its image.’
Although he had no divine strength or a light and sturdy body, the professor was able to do it all with his overwhelming strength.
Boom-boom-boom!
The sound of hitting the ground with tremendous force, a sign of high-speed movement, rang out continuously, and the number of knights whose armor was crushed and pinned to the ground began to increase in an instant.
make a way Leave the intact knight alone, and the knight weakened by the battle for the throne that has already been going on for a long time. Reduce the number by targeting only those knights who can inflict fatal wounds with a single blow.
Due to all-out acceleration and sudden stops, all of the thigh muscles were torn, and the knee joint was crushed and split repeatedly.
Rather than charging forward, relying on sense and strength like in previous battles, it is about following the group that has been established over a long period of time and demonstrating the power contained in the near-perfect body.
The stamina that seemed infinite was consumed in an instant, and hot steam and sweet smells flowed from my mouth in an instant.
The knight did not miss the brief gap caused by the loss of stamina. The moment my fist struck the knight’s chest, the knight’s sword dug into my shoulder like a picture.
Suddenly!
A cleanly cut cross section of the shoulder and the left arm flying away.
As I hurriedly tried to catch my flying arm, an arrow flew from somewhere, hitting my arm and sending it back this way.
[Idrasil? How did Lucilla come here!]
[It was hidden in the castle city using elemental magic. Although there are many of her, most of them are civilians and soldiers, so it is unlikely that anyone will be able to see through her elemental magic and find her assimilated into her nature. She expressed sadness that she felt like a burden at every important moment.]
[That’s not it, why are you here! I told you to stay with Lucilla!]
[It is my duty. Observing, learning, and assisting you.]
[This… a tin-can elf! Then just hide somewhere high and do some reconnaissance!]
[I was planning on doing that anyway. My skills are not enough to mix hands with the Master Knight.]
A whitish trace of Hydrasil was seen where the magic power of the message flew, and soon it was seen running towards the rooftop of a nearby spire.
I also saw Aldrich, Otman, and Notum, wrapped in the darkness of the night, digging through the path I had made and heading towards the nearest Empress’ Palace, where the Empress of Flowers was.
The first princess is a force backed by the support of judges, administrators, many high-ranking nobles, and social circles. Due to its static nature, most of the court wizards were also supporters of the 1st princess, but the power to disrupt Iji also disrupts the wizard’s ability to realize most of them.
It means that it is the palace with the shallowest defenses at the moment. That was the reason why Aldrich and his group were sent there.
“Whoa. Hyde, how much regeneration power is left?”
[I can’t express it in numbers. If we push ourselves too hard because we don’t know what to do, we’ll both end up here.]
“Stop playing around.”
[really. Less than half.]
“….f*cked. “It’s just the beginning.”
Now that I’ve sent them away, it’s my turn to clear the path I need to take.
I’ve caught dozens of articles, but there’s still a lot left. Even in a situation where they are not all.
[Professor, a huge golden aura ahead. You can see the group where the emperor’s power is concentrated.]
“okay. “The real thing must be different.”
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Idrasil’s voice came from high up as if pointing out my thoughts.
[Somewhere ahead.]
[The direction where a knight holding a huge shield and a knight using dual swords are fighting, about 350 steps behind them. [A group wearing lion head helmets.]
[….Ah, are they those guys?]
As we approached the empress’s palace, knights who had been invisible on low ground appeared beyond the crowded battlefield.
An auror of a qualitatively different level from other knights, both in name and reality.
Overflowing golden energy.
Standing at the center of it all is a man with magnificent bones wearing splendid armor.
“First Prince… Gainax Agdan.”
The emperor’s legitimate son who is said to be a born warrior and born with the image of a great king. A prince who controlled the military power of the empire based on the support of numerous warlords and warlike nobles.
His eyes, looking out over the battlefield, were filled with golden energy, like the aura surrounding him.
He was smiling as if he was happy about this situation.
If the struggle for the throne were to become a battle centered on military force, his victory with the strongest knight force seemed imminent.
His sword pointed towards the knights’ battlefield, and the lion-headed knights riding huge black horses drew their weapons and began to descend towards the battlefield.
The 1st Prince and his knights were located exactly on the road leading to the Empress’s palace.
[Wouldn’t it be possible to get out of the way? Either dig up the ground or destroy all the walls and castles around here to make a path. My guess is that it is almost similar to the power you felt during the first battle with Edeorna in your memories. One by one. If you just stick with it, you’ll have to take a lot of damage.]
‘Arthur. Didn’t you see that there was only a small crack when you hit the castle wall earlier? It’s said to be the essence of dwarven architecture, and its durability seems to be at the level of adamantium. If you break it, it will break, and the sound of it being smashed will echo deafeningly all over the place. It takes a lot of time to destroy it, and there’s no way you can just sit there and watch them destroy it.’
[In the end, it means we have to stick together with those guys and push them out. Well then, that. Are you going to write it?]
‘….yet. ‘Try as much as you can.’
The way Hyde’s hand grew in his arms and slowly opened the subspace pocket seemed to make this guy uneasy.
[Next time, let’s capture a large, bloody mute somewhere and hang it on the back of the carriage. You know, that. Blood bag.]
‘If you drink it every day, your concentration will drop and you’ll end up like a grade 9 mute.’
[But it’s still better than not eating at all.]
‘….yes. Let’s try it next time.’
He is a saint who hangs a large, fat mute on the back of his carriage and draws and stores blood in real time. If I do well, I think I can be called a blood saint.
It wasn’t a very funny idea, but it made me laugh. I don’t know if it’s because of the adrenaline that filled my head, nervousness, or just because it’s really funny.
[hey. I don’t want to die.]
‘me too.’
Anyway, my feet moved forward, so I thought it was okay.
The professor, who was silently looking at the left arm in his hand, pushed it between his sharp teeth.
Crunch, crunch, crackle-
Strong jaws tearing skin and breaking bones.
Facing the gaze of golden eyes in the distance, the professor put his remaining finger in his mouth and waved his hand in that direction.
“So, he invited us.”
All three invitations received from Lucilla were in the subspace pocket.
“Since we met like this, I guess I should at least say hello, right? “I have some questions.”
[What are you curious about?]
“The power of the emperor. If you’re the 1st prince, that’s right. Just by looking at that golden light, he must be one of the people with the most power of the Emperor in All Amperia, where cursed flowers are scattered. “I want to know what that guy is thinking about right now.”
Wow!
As it swallowed up the last remaining fingertip, a new arm grew as if it were being pulled out from the amputated part. Although Mute’s remaining blood volume has decreased a bit, looking at the efficiency alone, I wonder if it would be a good idea to keep the fallen limbs dried and stored somewhere in the future.
“Let’s go, Hyde.”
[….also. You look better when you’re not thinking than when you’re thinking.]
“…If you have time, just take it out of your pocket and eat it.”
[okay.]
Quang!
After a short rest, the black monster’s body disappeared once again with the sound of breaking flagstones.
As the 1st Prince, Gainax, watched this, unbearable joy formed on his lips.
Wow!
In an instant, his huge curved sword, which was drawn out, collided with the fist of the black monster that had suddenly appeared, releasing a huge impact.
Invitations with the shattered royal family seal were scattered between the sword and the fist.
“It will be my first time seeing you. I am a saint. “They invited me.”
“You are a saint. “All I heard about was that the saint was a warrior with magnificent bones.”
“See you soon, at a good location?”
Nodding-
The shoulders of the two people facing each other were filled with great power, and a burst of light poured out of the prince’s mouth, as if the breath he had been holding was bursting out from the repulsion.
“Ha, hahahahahaha! Haaaa…. That’s right. Great spot! “Like a noble person, you chose the best seat!”
“It’s also the best time. “What on earth is going on in All Amperia?”
Whoops-!
“I need to know!”
“Same thing as always! Let the empire remain an empire! That’s it, saint! “Even if a small thorn burrows in, the result doesn’t change!”
Along with Gainax’s golden eye glow, golden aura began pouring out from his huge curved sword.
A strange sight appeared in the professor’s eyes as he dodged the huge horizontal slash that cut his body in two from the waist down.
‘A small thorn…. The 1st prince knows. Something else has intervened in the current battle for the throne, and the current situation is not normal!’
And, the attitude that it was nothing. That attitude of not being concerned about the bloody battle between the knights of the empire within the imperial palace!
“…What is the royal family hiding!”
“Ah, I was frustrated! Neither the empire that has stopped growing, nor this small greenhouse where one cannot freely risk one’s life in the name of the empire’s enemy! I will become an emperor, I will become an emperor, and once again the name of the empire filled with blood and glory will ring throughout this continent! Saint, satisfy my endless thirst! Free me from this thirst! No one can stop me! No one! “Not your father, not the empire, not even the god you serve!”
“This guy and that guy, they all go crazy! You just blasphemed in the presence of a saint, so now it’s self-defense! I will liberate you forever! forever!”
Golden eyes, a glimpse of purple energy between them.
The prince was unleashing his natural desire for conquest to its fullest. Regardless of who his opponent is, he seems intent on subduing his opponents.
The professor’s hands became harsh as we were already unable to communicate.
A monster whose eyes are cut out by a curved sword and a prince whose armor is torn apart by his fingernails.
The joy that came from the wild nature boiling inside was hanging on the lips of both of them.
Cold-hearted special forces. Survivor of the wasteland. Professor Park.
Something was growing inside him. His mutated incarnation. And the body in the game that contains his consciousness.
Something that barely stopped just before completion, riding on a primal impulse, became something that resembled that duality.
Inside the fluttering petals of cursed flowers. The witch’s curse spread like a spider’s web, and in the heart that penetrates the inside and pulls little by little.
-…..Tiring.
In the noise of battle. There was a low beep that the professor could not hear.
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