Chapter. 14. One Empire, Three Legends (43)
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“Latura…. Mea Maria….”
“Stop it. Don’t let the light that has abandoned us reach Him…”
Beings with a mixture of joy, despair, and anger rushed towards me with faces where all the skin had melted.
Whoops!
Contrary to their awkward gestures, this group is quite polite.
In a perfect state, the fact that I can feel the touch and the repulsive force of a castle wall with a punch, means that they have that level of strength and durability.
‘If we keep going like this… there will be no end!’
This is not an idiomatic expression, but it seemed like it would never end even if I had to deal with those melted zombies here for hundreds of years.
Because they are cursed dead who have already escaped the boundary between life and death. Monsters who have been deprived of death and only have souls that have not ascended to heaven, moving roughly lumps of flesh in their original form.
Since they are not creatures that can die, no matter how much they smash or crush them, another pile of flesh is created, and the purple divinity of Mea Maria, the color of the night sky, was giving them the same defensive power as a heavily armored knight.
….okay. The defense power is barely that of a heavily armored knight. With thousands of cursed people moving as one body, it is only an effort equivalent to smashing down a small iron hill. There is nothing I cannot do now, but
-Cow.
“You really are such disgusting bastards!!!!”
In the waves of flesh, every time I attacked with all my might, a spear knife stabbed in without warning and interrupted it.
A quiet attack that does not feel any force at all.
The tip of the spear slowly approached without any speed or aura-like energy. The moment when the tip of the head sticking out from between the pile of flesh gently pierced my forearm, which was full of power.
-Pugh!
“Ugh…!”
I felt a tingling sensation like a small needle, and my arm twisted in a strange direction and exploded.
[It’s a retrograde curse! The witch’s paladins have broken part of your power and direction through the powerful medium of contact! Don’t go all out on the attack! I will come back to you as is!]
The professor was almost driven crazy by Aldrich’s urgent explanation.
The annoyingly solid molten dead flock endlessly from all directions.
The witch’s evil voice becomes more complete as time goes by.
If you try hard enough to break through, the cursed paladin’s spear will seep into the dead and stab you, as if waiting for that moment. As soon as you touch it, the forces that change direction collide and your arms and legs explode, a swamp you can’t escape from.
I’ve encountered many different types of powerful enemies while playing Gedreuz’s games, but this is the first time I’ve ever felt so unreasonable, irritated, and dirty in the combat itself!
Those who don’t die are coming in in large numbers, but attacks that are enough to push them away are blocked by those who are only looking for curse counters! If time goes by like this, defeat is guaranteed!
The only hope is the Soulmancer who, along with Aldrich and Nel, is trying to secure space by eating the cursed souls themselves…
[I can’t afford to help you that far! Just maintaining Notum’s ‘exit’ is the limit! It’s only because it’s open that it’s still holding on. The moment this witch’s tower becomes a closed space, we’ll all become part of the curse! Not only the power, but also the gaze, blood, and thoughts will all reverse and freeze in place!]
Even so, it is only at this level because of Aldrich.
Even at this very moment, Otman is doing his best to search for the core of the tower and suppress it in order to stop the witch’s tower from continuing to grow. Notum and Aldrich maintain ‘exit’. I was completely caught up in the enemy’s defense mechanism and was unable to move.
‘…In the end, do I have to charge to my death again this time?’
Really, finally, there was only one possibility.
Without adding or subtracting strength, he hits the counter completely and crushes the wave of the dead with a blow full of power.
The problem is that it goes beyond an attack that takes losses, and is like turning yourself into a bomb and jumping into the middle of enemy lines.
My physical attack ability is unrivaled, and it’s the same as pouring all my might into my attacks.
The point of conflict has long since moved beyond ‘Will I still have the strength to do this and deal with the witch?’ to ‘Will I be able to survive after doing this?’ However, if you stay still, you will lose. In the end, I had no choice but to do it this time.
‘Hyde, if I lose consciousness, take over as soon as I do.’
[okay.]
Rush with all your might. Even this is not an easy situation. The ground we had to kick our way through was covered with cursed flesh and sank, absorbing all the repulsive force.
Instead, there was something to hold on to.
As the Wall of Dead approached with a light leap, the professor stretched out his fist with all his might.
With concentration concentrated to the very tip of his head, his fist stretches out towards the mixed bodies of the dead as if in slow motion.
Slurp-
In the meantime, I saw a spear blade covered in blood vessels approaching silently.
An attack that didn’t go all out. If he reacted now, he could have dodged the spear blade containing the curse of retrograde, but the professor did not return the attack.
Kuuk-
The feeling of the tip of a spear felt once again,
Bye!
Although it wasn’t full power, I could feel his fist containing a lot of power coming back through his forearm.
repulsive force. What I was longing for for a strong attack, to blow away the enemy with one blow in this place where I couldn’t even hit the ground!
“Hehehe!”
The muscles of his right arm, which had been bursting from the fingertips, swelled, and with all their might, he pushed down the repulsion force of his attack, which was returning through the bones.
A solid balance created by the meeting of the retrograde force and the downward arm force for a split second, as if the fist was being used as a lunge. A stepping stone for the next attack!
“Close the counter, you bastards!!!!”
As if he was kicking the ground with his feet, the two forces met and the returning force pushed his body.
Because it was taken with the right arm, the force was biased to one side.
The body riding it spun and flew into the wall of flesh with the sound of the wind being torn apart.
All the power combined from the first strike and the remaining power was gathered into the tip of the toe, which rotated once in the air, and the flame of the Auror ignited through the cracked outer shell.
Like a giant blazing hammer, the force gathered at the tip of the rotation tore through the air and flew into the wall of the dead.
“From there, come out!!!!”
Whoops!
The waves of dead people kicked by the monster’s legs exploded as if they had been hit by a bomb.
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Patter. Patter.
“Hey, hey! Cough… wow!”
Right arm. Compound fracture to the shoulder.
Left leg. From the toes to the pelvis. Explodes without leaving a trace.
The professor calmed his stomach from shock and quickly calculated the aftermath of the attack.
The arms and legs were not cut off, but completely torn off. Approximately 30 seconds to play.
pouring down like rain from the sky. The fragments of the dead man that had just exploded after being hit by his kick.
A distorted hole in the wall of the dead, who were all mixed up so much that it was impossible to tell which was where.
and.
“Cough, cough… This is why… I hate people who don’t think about what’s going on after them…”
At the moment of explosion, the cursed spear pierced his body with a stronger force than before.
“All… poetry… will not… be abandoned….”
“I won’t let go… of the world where tragedies will repeat themselves.”
Cut it out. Cut it out.
The cursed paladins barely survived by using the exploded bodies of the dead as shields.
“It’s as hard as a dog… Cough! “A paladin can handle curses and divinity at the same time… you mean…?”
Even the people of Mea Maria, who are infinitely revived, are a force outside the world. It seemed like the damage caused by the Aura, which was no different from an add-on, could not be easily repaired, and the scattered pieces of the dead man’s flesh were sticking together and falling apart repeatedly, but it was only a matter of time.
In a situation where both sides are idiots, if those cursed paladins succeed even just a little bit in stalling time, everything will go back to the beginning and he will once again be trapped in a swamp from which he cannot escape.
‘I have to get rid of those bastards and get out… What can I do if I get out…’
I felt something digging into the wound in my chest and taking root. The bodies of the dead flew away like fragments of grenades from his attack. A few streams of water came from the wall of the tower where a part of it had been breached, and although I couldn’t hear it clearly, I could hear the message magic chirping and saying something.
Kwaaak, doo-duk-duk!
“Uuuuu!”
Phew!
When I pulled out the spear that had already eaten part of my chest, a chunk of flesh fell out. As the curse grows, the hole you managed to drill begins to close. Paladins of purple divine power. Somehow, somehow, just them. Before the Witch’s Star was completed. Use that power here. Let’s slow down the time just a little bit.
Time.
Time.
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Quick. Chijijik-
It was that moment. A small spark appeared in front of the professor, who had barely recovered to his knees.
In from the hole in the witch’s tower. Sparks connected like irregular threads.
“call-”
The old, grayish voice that called out the great spell that had been cast against him, made him stand on end from head to tailbone just from the beginning.
『Blue Lightning』
Let’s do it, let’s do it!
At the end of the spark, from the end of the faint flying object that appeared to be a hole in the tower that was gradually healing and getting smaller, a bunch of blue lightning poured down on the heads of the cursed paladins, burning and tearing the hole in the tower that was healing at the same time.
An old man with a full beard, visible through a gaping hole.
“Oh… I guess the wind was unlucky… I guess it was to meet the guy who destroyed the groove…”
Galud the Galeud, a lightning wizard who introduced himself as the second deepest wind blowing on Wuthering Heights.
“Muto, Muto!!! Come up quickly and take the elderly person! “Every time this guy uses magic, he gets closer to becoming an old man with dementia!”
“Yes, old! “I’m leaving now!”
“dictionary! “Bring my dictionary too!”
Another old man with a face full of stubbornness and self-righteousness appeared behind the old man. Those who appear later.
These are all people the professor has seen or heard about through rumors.
High eyebrows, wide eyes, the fancy clothes of an imperial judge, and a worn-out thick book. And a servant that follows him wherever he goes. The Supreme Court of the Empire and the nemesis of all wizards, the head of the ‘Hall of Reason’. Duke Gwen and her servant Muto.
-Clap!
-Deng Geng!
“Normally the Sword Family does not intervene in the battle for the throne, but it seems they have crossed the line this time. “Skarad, it’s only a facade, but you also have the commission, so think of an excuse to say in front of Gwen.”
“Look at this. Because they didn’t cut off the head properly, everyone crawled out like this because they still had regrets. He is a duke and a nabal, and as an executioner approved by the first emperor, he properly sends off those who deserve to die. That’s it. “Nobody cares what I do when I do my job.”
The two people kicked down the balloon and instantly cut down the cursed knights and decapitated them.
A master of masters. Current head of the Schwartz family. A prosecutor called Daesa (大師). Swordsmith, Dyke Schwartz.
Living undead. Last mercy for the executioners, Skarad the Executioner.
“It’s the cursed tree of the heavens. How dare you imitate the shape of the mother tree on the waste of the world. “It’s blasphemous, it’s the same.”
He brought with him a branch of the real World Tree, which can repel the curse that covers the surrounding area just by taking it out of its arms. The only pure elf well known to the player, wearing clothes made of grass and tree trunks and with an expressionless face filled with contempt. Moonlight Gatekeeper Tyrea.
finally.
“Why, every time I see you, a part of your body seems to be missing.”
“you….! Even if everyone else is like that, how come you’re here?”
“That kind of wind blew. Nice to meet you, professor.”
Another wizard whose robes were fluttering in the wind were removed and his face was revealed.
The wind that stays. Because the wind’s gaze reaches me, and because of their recognition, I can stay forever on Wuthering Heights. Wizards unanimously elected to represent their homeland.
A four-note wizard guided by the seven winds.
Astrad Delhast.
It was the moment when all of the empire’s famous and venerable hero units revealed themselves.
Astrad looked up at the red giant star that covered the sky and gathered a small breeze.
And, on that wind, an old promise was sent.
“Storm Hill is a debt owed to Grand Duke Felix of the Winds in a bet with the emperor in the past. He pays the third and sleeps.”
“To keep the oath that will last forever, as long as the name of Swordsman Schwarz remains.”
“Hehehe… Wild dog, Scarad… I only lived for this day…”
“For the branches of the forest remember the promise of the human emperor.”
“Read it, Muto.”
“Yes, yes! Uh… Supreme Court Justice Glenn. To fill the last blank page of the oldest law code….”
Every time the green wind passes in front of them, the heroes each make an old pledge.
As the power contained in those words rose one by one, golden water was rising at the center of the green wind.
Although small, the power is concentrated enough to make even the witch who was concentrating on the ritual look back. As the red giant sat down on them like a pupil, Duke Glenn’s face frowned at the promise that had not yet been completed.
“Five… Two isn’t enough? Hey, manager of the wind crazy guys. Let’s say one is him, but where is the other one? “Isn’t there someone who left this out in the middle?”
Astrad was stroking the hole in Duke Glenn’s wand with his fingertip as he spoke. He was taken aback by the whistling sound that was secretly leaking through, and said as he passed the oath to the direction where the sound was headed.
“This is the right place. “I didn’t know she would be her last pledge.”
‘….she?’
With those words, Astrad gives me an inexplicable glance.
While the professor struggles to interpret its meaning. There was a large hand lifting him from the floor covered with cursed corpses.
“Ah, thank you. Notum.”
“….”
“Notum?”
Notum was incompletely maintaining the Tower of Curse with a spell at the entrance of the tower. With the magic imprint on her whole body shining brightly, she reached out to the vessel of the oath brought from Astrad.
“…Shaman, Briar-Eyed Agtak. His body returns to dust, and only a trace of his spirit remains. “By borrowing the body of his descendant, I respond to the call of an old friend.”
Good luck!
With the flame of magic blooming from Notum’s fingertips, the vessel of the covenant finally filled with golden water.
‘Agtak, the briar-eyed. Red eyes. Shaman…. The great red-eyed shaman! One of the three ancestral spirits that reside in Notum! The empire brings in what it needs! oh my god!’
Ancestral spirit of Notum. One of them, using the body of a descendant with ridiculous talent, made promises from the past into words.
“All the old promises have come together. Muto! Open the book! hurry!”
“Yes, old!”
The last page of the law book was opened by Duke Glenn’s quick-witted servant. She stretched out her hand, looking at the golden words that appeared on the last page, which had been blank until now.
[Survive. Thus, it will prosper.]
The oath uttered by the first emperor on the day when the heavens of the empire opened.
….Aaaah!
The duke, whose hands were uncharacteristically hesitant, with a small sigh, tore out the page that had become the empire’s first edict and a 500-year ban.
The thick law book crumbled, golden dust scattered from the crumpled paper, and the crumpled paper in his hand suddenly turned into a quill and was held in the Duke’s hand.
A quill that will write new laws. The ink will become the oath of the past.
After completing all preparations, Duke Glenn carefully placed the quill containing the pledge in his bosom and turned his head toward the professor.
“There you are, a complete wreck. “What shall we do now?”
“….yes? Me?”
The professor stupidly asked back, not knowing that such a question would be asked of him here.
“Yes you! “He’s dressed in a suit that doesn’t suit him!”
“No, why are you asking me that?”
The person who cut down the cursed tower with a single sword right in front of my eyes was the Empire’s legend, Master of Masters swordsman Schwarz, and the skinny old man who separated the witch’s paladins into their heads and torsos in the blink of an eye was Executioner Skarrad. , It is a monster that is ranked within the top five in the March World based on force alone.
The only person who asked that question right now was Supreme Court Justice Glenn Duke. He is a master of eloquence who argues with magicians who practice magic based on extremely personal understanding, destroying contradictory understandings with logic that leaves no room for even a needle to enter, thereby taking away magic from the magicians.
Even if that’s the case in Astrad, the elf over there is also a gatekeeper who is no different from the representative of the true forest elves. No one is inferior to me, so why hand over leadership to me?
“…Well, we are all people who came here following the old past.”
Duke Glenn calmly answered my question.
“What brought us here is the power of the past. The witch’s power is also something that dates back to the past, so it makes sense to deal with it with our own power. However, in the end, the witch escaped the past and was reborn as a being in this world, and the end of it… ultimately must be done by the hands of those living in this era. Otherwise, it won’t end.”
“Past and present….”
“Well, if you understand, make a decision quickly. now. “What can I do?”
Kuuuung-!
In the midst of Duke Glenn’s words, the sound of the cursed tower made by Scarard falling was heard. A cursed skyscraper that tried to stick together, but eventually collapsed when its core was broken by the stream of water from Otman. At the same time, the corpses that rained down from the evil city were also seen building dozens of new towers.
The reinforcements I expected. The choice left to me. And, an endless war of attrition unfolds before our eyes.
“Please send me up.”
“Ura… are you ready?”
“I’m going up to get ready.”
The professor turned his attention to where Aldrich was, who had become quiet a while ago.
wedge. A being who announced the beginning of this epic story and announced from the beginning that he was the witch’s opponent.
If there is a separate protagonist in a story involving the power of the empire, the protagonist of the story prepared for the witch was him from the beginning.
As if praying, he and Nell are putting their hands together and preparing an unknown spell.
Aldrich’s power lies not in physical strength but in its special nature, so my role will be to help him reach the witch.
When the professor nodded, the skeletal old man wielding an ax approached him.
Skarrad, who was smiling while revealing all his rotten black teeth, held out the broad side of his axe.
“Get on. Fresh friend… give strength to your lower abdomen… huhuhuhu…”
That’s it. There was no omen, no concentration of power.
Buwaaaaah!
The ax was swung cleanly as if defying the force of physics, and the professor’s body was launched into the sky at such a speed that his skin was pushed away.
Looking closer, it looks even more terrifying.
Beyond that, to where the witch is.
Watching the professor quickly shrink into a dot, Duke Glenn silently pondered.
“Three legends came together to open the sky of the empire. “It would be right for the three to come together in the ending.”
Since it was not their territory up there, Glenn turned his gaze from the sky to the accumulating accursed ones on the ground.
As heroes of the past, their role was to prevent evil brought from the past from getting involved in the final battle.
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