Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 287

Chapter. 14. One Empire, Three Legends (44)

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The battlefield was rushing toward its end.

Like a line drawn across the world, the sword light divides the sky and the earth. The ax, blazing with death, returns the dead who have escaped the boundary to the solid world of death.

The blessing of the World Tree falls on the cursed earth, and the words of an old book containing the history of ‘breaking magic’ that has continued from its beginning to the present break down the structure of black magic.

A storm of lightning sucked up the rain of the dead that fell continuously, and ancient sorcerous golems, broken into pieces, rose again at the call of their master and came alive, sweeping through the streets.

A momentary mistake. Even with a small gap like the eye of a needle, the baptism of the dead will instantly bloom into a tower of curses, blossoming repeatedly, spreading beyond the capital to the empire, creating another evil that will suck in all those covered by the curse.

A curse that has already surpassed the level of disaster. If recorded in history, it would have reached the stage of ‘destruction’, but only six pledgers were completely preventing the seeds of disaster pouring down throughout the capital.

And, into the skies above that chaotic battlefield.

The man who was fired like a cannonball was soaring into the sky, leaving everything behind.

A veil of purple fog constricting the lungs passes by and the cursed people fall, screaming in pain or joy, and finally.

Above the clouds. Beyond the border that separates heaven from heaven, to the evil star.

width-

The professor’s eyes broke through the clouds and finally, the beginning and end of all this, the witch, engulfed in purple light, came into view.

A half-finished chest voice. At the center of that terrible planet where humans are randomly mixed up, a woman is surrounded by purple flower petals and holds her hands together as if praying.

『Ah…. this way…. no more…. no one will be left behind….』

Cloudy eyes and repetition of meaningless words.

Because witches lost most of their sense upon being deified.

Professor Bachchan, with tentacles extending from his chest, rushed towards her without hesitation.

‘It’s probably because he wanted to become a perfect god.’

The five great gods who distributed their power on earth. Even they have twisted their own integrity to interfere with mortal fate. It was impossible for her to function as a full-fledged god in the first place, as she absorbed the power of her empire that was not her own and ascended to the rank of divinity by using her curse that went against her providence.

Disorganized mind and body. The professor gathered strength in his arms as he looked at the traces of self-harm all over the torn-up front island.

The scar was not new skin that had just sprouted. Like a wound carved into the skin of an old man, an old wound that has been weathered by time. That body is that of a princess taken by a witch, so it is unlikely that the wounds were inflicted on the princess during her lifetime.

The body is a vessel of the spirit, and the spirit is a mirror of the body. Perhaps, the wounds engraved in the witch’s soul seeped into her body and left such traces.

Black magic. The life force flowing out from the wounds of the soul. An evil study that twists the power that should be dispersed and leaves traces on the world.

Aldrich said that while warlocks are often portrayed as evil, they weren’t all that terrible to begin with.

‘Black magic is a discipline that inserts broken souls, contracted evil spirits, and vengeful spirits into the cracks, and uses the flowing vitality to work through their hands. As the level of black magic increases, it means that the part of the soul occupied by evil spirits, the area of ​​evil spirits, expands, and more life force can be converted into black magic.’

‘Therefore, as the warlock rises up the hierarchy, he must struggle with the evil spirit that eats the rest with his soul, which gets smaller and smaller. Even if you overcome it with excellent mental power, it is inevitable that your essence will become closer to that of an evil spirit.’

‘Warlock. In the end, it is nothing more than a process in which an evil spirit that penetrates the human soul is reborn as a living evil spirit. No matter how great your soul and mental strength, it is inevitable. The opponent is an evil spirit that grew up eating that great soul.’

The corruption it expresses in the world. Moreover, Saint Mary defiled everyone she touched with a curse and accepted them into her soul.

She must have felt herself changing too.

A carriage carrying an unrelated woman, when she felt the companions sinking inside her, screaming in pain as her body rotted away.

When the simple and warm village she had lived in for several months was engulfed in fire, and their melting souls burrowed into her.

When all that pain and resentment penetrated into her soul and goodness that shone brightly like the sun, and before I knew it, I saw myself dancing in the sea of ​​pain and despair.

Every time she saw herself changing, her soul was torn as if it had been torn apart by a rough knife, and the evil spirits she had created took their place.

A warlock who was able to accept more vengeful spirits than any other warlock because he was better than anyone else.

Witch, Mea Maria.

Her condition was close to that of someone who had nowhere to turn.

A final means to prove one’s good intentions. Even if I am corrupted and tainted, I wish I could become a star with all of them. Even if it can’t shine like Venus and is so ugly that you can’t even open your eyes to see it.

Just like the promise I made on the day I turned my back on the light. If only I could become a perfect star that would share equal light with everyone.

『I…. I…. Ahhh….』

As a pure white light appeared at the fingertips of the witch who had lost her senses, the corpses covered in evil stars flocked towards it ravenously, as if peeling off the skin of a star.

The horrifying sound of flesh and bones crunching. A spear whose overlapping, crushed, and irregular shape is woven with the stems of cursed flowers. The whitish colors of flesh and blood overlap, overlap, overlap. Until it becomes a shiny black mass.

With the strongest good will as a pillar, the spear created by endless malice was held in her hand and fired at the obstacle of its final origin.

Like the countless starlight that mocks her. Like the moonlight that laughs at the shabby and ugly evil. With her back to it, she turns towards her man, who lunges towards her.

『Send it…. Send it…. Give it to me…. Please….』

In a childlike prayer, a spear containing the power of the stars was launched into the sky.

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The flower petals of cursed flowers flutter. A spirit so heightened that every crumbling powder can be recognized. The professor spread his arms toward the spear that could be said to be the essence of God called Mea Maria. All of the white flame and aura flowing through her veins poured into those arms.

Teudeudeudeuk, puhwaak!

White flames rising through the cracked skin, like lava pouring out from the cracked ground.

The more I used it, the more I felt that it was not an easy power to use. It’s good to say that my magic, Blood Armor, has already been integrated into my body. Even if you are not conscious of it, you naturally build your body, compensate for your lack of durability, and absorb shock.

Magic is the power to understand and recreate the world.

Aurors are the power to deny the world and build me above it.

Because they are opposing forces. The moment I unleash the flame of Auror, my body that handles it is also crumbling with the same destructive power.

‘I guess that’s why my arm was blown off when I unleashed my Aurors with all my might inside the tower.’

Although it is a technique that is close to a suicide technique, if used rashly, the glass body with all the blood armor burned off will be exposed to the opponent immediately after use.

The professor raised the aura all over his body without hesitation.

‘If the other person is a star, I should also be at least as good as a shooting star.’

-Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

After a silence that silenced even the wind. A spear of stars shot toward the sky and a white burning meteor face each other.

Quad deud deuk!

The moment the tip of the black spear touched his chest, the professor plunged his wide open arms into the pole.

“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”

A force so drastically different that it cannot be resisted. He poured out all his might, but even though it was imperfect, it was not enough to overcome the power of the god who formed the stars.

The dug-in fingertips scratched the spear, and the spear pierced the professor the length of the nail marks, pushing him upwards and beyond the sky.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!”

The witch and her evil spirit become distant. Above the sky, beyond the blue, into the realm of dim stars.

A body that rises endlessly into the sky along with a spear. The professor poured all the aura in his body into the fingertips embedded in his spear.

push it away Push it out! Here, the end of this damn story, the end of this trashy story where no one is happy… it ends!

Sigh!

Finally, the moment my nails touched the center of the spear held by my body. The professor pulled out the spear stuck in his chest, making every drop of frozen blood glow.

-Quaaaa!

The spear, pierced through his chest and soaked in his blood, burned like a white pillar. I tried so hard to crush my molars, but this was my limit. I barely managed to stop it and disperse the aftermath.

Teuk…. Tuk….

A body that has already been burned with all its aura. The blood armor that connected muscle to muscle and skin to skin was all consumed by the flames of the Aurors, and the only thing that was limited was the body, which was collapsing as if it was about to fall apart, hanging on a pillar-like spear.

The heart of the window. The moment when the outer layer of malice broke through, and his two hands met at the center. The professor hasn’t even looked at him once. To reach someone who didn’t even look at him.

“It’s faith, it’s faith, I can’t give it even as much as dust… but please help me just this once.”

Now, I am closer to him than anyone else before. With sincerity.

Two hands meeting at the center of the window. They overlapped as if praying.

“…Because she’s your daughter. “Because you made it that way.”

Ratura. Haram. Grace, light.

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and. In the vast space of stars. A dazzling light exploded, like a supernova exploding.

If it had been like normal, my body would not have been able to withstand that alone and would have exploded. The magical power that resides on the outside of the body, and the aura that resides on the inside. Both powers would have exploded in opposition to the light of blindness.

But now.

Now that he has poured out all his power, even down to the bottom of the floor, the empty inside of the professor has no problem containing his divinity.

The power of irrationality that went against providence was not enough to restore the crumbling body, but flowed through the fingertips and into the witch’s window, which she held tightly.

A miracle that could only be given at the last moment because it was all burned.

Ujik, eujik, eujijik-

Paaang!

The cursed shell of the spear exploded, unable to withstand the blazing divinity. What remains is the enormous divinity that resides within it, and the faint remnants of the saint’s good will. And, the saint crouched down with his hands stuck into the huge spear of light.

“Huowoo, Huh-eup-Ug play …..!”

Even my breathing stopped in the excitement burning my brain. The moment when the saint’s body, made of flesh and leather and pulled like a trigger, reached a critical point, gathering strength again and again as if burning itself.

Hwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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Wow.

“Laturaaaaaaaa!!!!”

Quaaaaa!

A dazzling comet landed on the red malefic star that covered the sky above the capital.

….patter. Patter.

Kurrrrrrrr-

The professor, pouring out all his strength, including all his borrowed strength, could see the evil star pierced by the spear of light falling.

“It would be nice if there was someone who would accept me…”

On the consciousness I was barely holding on to, darkness fell over the scene for the last time.

In that darkness, the professor was a strange light, like a small firefly, but also as majestic as a sunset. He seemed to see something disappearing, shining warmly on him.

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“Hmph!”

Suddenly!

Silver sword energy soared, simultaneously cutting into pieces a group of monsters blocking the path.

The castle city was not only burned down, but the ground itself was distorted, making it impossible to know where one was.

As a member of the royal family who only walked the streets, there was no way to know how far he had come.

“….”

The more I swung the sword, the more power seemed to surge rather than drain away.

I have never felt so fulfilled or free in my life.

The moment when I had no choice but to become more pure because my senses were taken away by the power of the empire. The moment when I put my soul into the sword, ignited my aura for the first time, and announced that I had become a knight.

Just like his oath, he was a knight even if he lost his wit and became a puppet.

The silver auror perched at the tip of the sword did not even falter an inch despite countless swings.

Every time he passed through the burning alleys of the capital, the knowledge that had been instilled in his mind, left behind by the will of the empire, emerged one by one like fragmented books.

Covered in that unknown pool of blood was Count Bernard’s mansion. Since all of his direct relatives, except for a few collateral relatives, died in the capital, it is clear that iron supply will be disrupted.

Although it broke after being trampled on, the owner of the necklace with that extravagant seal engraved on it was the Marquis of Palex. With his death, his territory, which owns the granary area, will also fall into chaos, causing problems with the food situation in nearby territories.

Since the entire capital was in this situation, it was obvious that the high-ranking nobles of the empire would have died in droves. The empire will fall into chaos.

And the victims of that confusion were always the people who knew nothing.

Succession dispute. Yeongjijeon. famine. Maybe even treason.

In order to prevent all that, the only way was to show that the empire was healthy as before and prevent the nobles from thinking about anything else. Now the giant hand that moved them, the power of the emperor, is gone.

“I… maybe I like this country.”

This could also be an injected emotion, but so what?

He doesn’t have the confidence to turn a blind eye to the empire’s civilians fading away, even though he knows that will happen.

As the little lady of Aedran said, he is now free.

Do whatever your heart desires, whatever you want to do. As a knight, all he had to do was move in the direction his Auror pursued.

‘…If it were me, I could save it. Before innocent civilians were sacrificed in all those tribulations. We can make all of that not happen.’

Although it was instilled knowledge, all the knowledge needed to run the empire remained in the mind. There is both ability and justification. Every time I thought of the countless people he had saved with his hands, I felt a surge of heat in my heart, and I also had the will to live for their lives in the future.

Perhaps, all of this could be the empire’s arrangement. He thought he was free, but he was led by that faint thread and eventually ascended to the throne of emperor, as if nothing had happened.

I didn’t know that I would be able to lead this country, which still remained an empire, in peace.

Kuuuuuu-

The sky was falling on his head as he wandered somewhere in the capital.

It covered the sky of the empire and spread an evil curse. Although the power of the curse has diminished, its mass alone would be enough to crush the capital and reduce everything to nothing.

Gainax, confused, looked around, but there were already hundreds of people following him aimlessly, and there was no safe place to evacuate them all.

“It seems truly symbolic, doesn’t it? Falling skies, fallen empires. And, even the sword of Gaecheon held in your hand.”

When Gainax turned around at the voice he heard, a fierce-looking old man and a boy who appeared to be his servant were leaning against the collapsed building.

“Duke Glenn…this is it.”

“I won’t say anything if you treat me poorly. “When I see the empire with not a single speck left, it feels like everything has already been thrown away.”

“Why are you here? Even if we set off right after the witch’s power overtook the empire, it would still take more than a day to get here from Duke Glen…”

“…They say a long promise and a piece of wind helped.”

Gainax was momentarily skeptical of the unknown Zen question, but was soon able to understand what was going on.

Seeing the azure auras, black flames, and clear tree trunks rising up here and there, it seemed like powerful people from all over the empire, such as Duke Glenn, had flocked to the capital.

Perhaps, there was some sort of arrangement for this before the empire’s power disappeared.

Rustling-

Duke Glenn said, breaking the curse and tearing up a page of the blackened dictionary.

“So, what do you plan to do?”

“What?”

“What is it? “This country.”

The Duke of Glenn turned the pages with a tired, trembling hand and stopped when he reached the last page.

“Unlike others, some people in the empire knew the secret history of the empire but went with the flow. That’s why I know very well the feeling of being dragged along without my knowledge. Do you have the confidence to go with the flow again? After all, when you become emperor. Isn’t this following the guidance of the empire? All of this is passed over as if it never happened, and the people of the empire take it for granted that the first prince has ascended to the throne. All of this may be accomplished by the threads of the weak remaining empire. “Do you have the confidence to once again accept the fate of the lion and fulfill the thousand years of the empire?”

Gainax listened to Duke Glenn’s words and looked up at the sky, which cast a shadow that even the capital’s fire could not hide.

falling sky. A collapsing empire.

okay. There was definitely something symbolic about it. There were also suspicions that he had been induced to this point in order to make him the next great emperor.

but. He is free inside. Because he was confident that nothing else was mixed in with the new aura.

I passed Duke Glenn, who was leaning against the wall, and took a step forward.

“Because there is a way. “Not everyone who walks on it will be caught in the road.”

I pull out my sword and capture that soul. A cold, clear yet solid silver aura. That dazzling brilliance aimed at the sky.

“I will open a new heaven, but it will not be a lion’s heaven.”

“…It’s an interesting story. Then, whose and what sky will it be?”

The Duke of Glenn puts his hand in his bosom and smiles with an inexplicable meaning.

“….”

Gainax jumped toward the stars, speaking of the image of the empire that was vaguely emerging within him, although it was not clear enough to say.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! under! What a masterpiece, Muto! It’s a masterpiece! “Wow, the emperor, the person who is ready to ascend to that position, would even think like that!”

Looking at the back, the Duke, who had been the wizard’s nemesis for a long time and had become accustomed to reading the inner form, could not help but burst out laughing and took out a quill from his bosom.

The power of the last imperial family. A golden quill that will melt the promises of the pledgers and announce the beginning of a new history.

“Ah, king. The one who will become the new owner of the promise. If you really want to, please take it. “The empire will be with you on the path ahead.”

It ended with the duke’s quill engraving the name of the next great emperor on the last page of the oldest law code.

The law book has finally come to an end. The light that flowed from the tip crossed the sky and dwelled on Gainax’s sword, pushing the knight’s sword up with the same force as the roar.

The power of the first emperor and hero who announced the beginning of the empire.

The power of the first emperor, who led the empire for 500 years, is finally free from all restraints. Then, the last light was coming out from the tip of the successor’s sword.

The silver sword that contained it all swung towards the star.

Throwback-

The sound of a small breeze cutting through the oppressed air was all that was heard. but.

Early morning that day. The citizens of the empire woke up to a meteor falling in the night sky.

They said with their own eyes that they had seen a silver flash split the sky.

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fantasy,