EP.145 The enemy meets at the single-wood bridge (3)
The northern warriors, especially the thirteen warriors under the Archduke, know Rak well. They have been with Lark since he was a child.
How to hold a weapon.
How to move your body.
How to hunt wild animals.
The warriors taught Rak everything. They were Lark’s teachers and were like his brothers. Therefore, they are well aware of Lark’s intuition.
‘An intuition close to prophecy.’
This is a crisis detection ability that has reached its limit.
If Lark puts his intuition into words, it is usually correct. I have never missed anything before. So, the warriors trusted Lark’s intuition this time too.
Trudging.
Send only one warrior towards the village. The seven remaining warriors move in the direction indicated by Lark. As they approached their destination, their steps became heavier.
“······.”
The warriors are silent.
Their faces distort slightly.
‘This.’
It’s a familiar smell. The foul smell that stings the tip of one’s nose is something that warriors cannot escape from. A familiar scent is coming from a place it shouldn’t be coming from.
chin.
The warriors slowly stop walking.
They raise their heads. Lark’s expression hardens as he stands next to the warriors.
“You’re late.”
A warrior muttered.
What is late? No one asked in detail. There was no need to ask. Warriors only look ahead.
It’s a red blood stain.
The blood stains are long.
There are red spots on the wide-open snow field. Some are big and some are small. The dotted spots eventually become lines. The red line continues beyond the snowfield. This is not the only one like that.
Dozens, maybe hundreds.
A human being of that size was dragged there, bleeding. For what? I can not know. I don’t know, but…
“Are you warriors of the North?”
They probably know the answer.
The warriors’ eyes turn to the knight who opened his mouth. The knight’s white armor sparkles in the sunlight.
‘Paladin.’
About thirty Holy Knights are standing at the corner of the road where the blood stains are getting thicker. There is a narrow road behind them.
A road dyed red.
A road filled with the smell of blood.
“I am one of the 100 elite members of the Holy Emperor, the 12th Seat of Divinity, Yerutatra.”
The paladin standing blocking the path speaks.
“This is a sanctuary. “Invasion by outsiders is rejected.”
“···Sanctuary?”
Oyakal let out a laugh.
“Since when was the northern land your sanctuary?”
“God has taken notice.”
“This is ridiculous. The land that had been ruled by the Grace family for hundreds of years became the land of the Holy Church, taken over by God overnight…’
Oyakal’s expression wrinkled.
“Do you think that makes sense?”
“That is usually the will of God. “We, mere creatures, should not try to understand or doubt.”
“It’s so comfortable and nice. “No matter what happens, if you just name God, it can be easily solved.”
The warriors take a step forward.
“A holy knight, such behavior may have worked in other places…”
Oyakal pulls a weapon from his belt.
“This is the North. “Everything on this land belongs to our master, the Grand Duke.”
The warriors step forward to Rak.
Oyakal turned his head and looked at Lark.
“young master.”
“···I’m listening.”
“Is there something out there?”
“there is.”
“You’ll have to see it with your own eyes.”
“I think so.”
Oyakal nodded.
“All right.”
He turns his head again.
He stood at the head of the warriors and spoke loudly. Oyakal’s voice rings loudly in the air. It’s like a shout.
“This is the North!”
Boom, the warriors stamp their feet.
“The only person who sets the laws of the North is the Grand Duke, the owner of the North! Even gods are just nothing in the North!”
The paladins frown.
In front of those who believe in God, Oyakal treats God as an illusion. It’s not just Oyakal. For those living in the North, God is worthless.
“The North is a land that humans have longed for. The digging up of the barren land was none other than the beginning of the Grace family. Those who live on this earth never forget His grace.”
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With a thud, the warriors stamp their feet once again.
They take out their weapons. A huge axe, a sharp sword, and a large greatsword shine in the shining sunlight.
“The next owner of the Grace family spoke.”
Their weapons are aimed at the Paladin.
The Grand Duke’s thirteen warriors. They are like weapons that are wielded according to the will of their owner.
“Break through that road. “I’m going to go beyond.”
If so, what should you do?
Warriors have no questions.
It simply carries out its master’s orders.
“Drill it.” That is our role.”
They let out a shout.
Seven warriors glide across the snowy mountain. The seven beasts bare their fangs at the paladins blocking their path.
“young master.”
Just before the clash, Oyakal looked back at Lark.
“Go.”
Lark kicked the ground.
2.
Fighting with superhumans is troublesome. always.
Above the shaking snow mountain, Raniel frowned. An avalanche is coming. Huge waves of snow block out even the sun. A shadow fell over the area.
Kwak-ga-ga-ga-gak!
The avalanche advances, literally destroying everything in sight. From the avalanche’s point of view, it would be a leap forward, but in the eyes of the humans watching it, it is not a leap forward.
‘That’s really f*cking true.’
Raniel clicks his tongue and says, “Tsk.”
Even in the face of an approaching avalanche, she does not panic. Raniel’s eyes move quickly. What comes to mind is the Sword Demon’s question.
‘Have you ever fought in an avalanche?’
Have you ever fought in a falling avalanche?
Of course not. Although I had fought many times in the snowy mountains, I had never fought in front of an avalanche of this scale. In the first place, there is a lot to think about when it comes to strategies for using this type of terrain.
‘Because it is poison not only to the opponent, but also to allies.’
Therefore, Raniel did not use any strategies to destroy the terrain. Unless the opponent is a monster that goes beyond common sense.
‘···I have no experience, though.’
I had a similar experience once.
Raniel thinks back to his experiences on the battlefield. What comes to mind is the battle with Ganicalt.
‘The one that collapsed the entire canyon.’
Of course, things are different then and now.
However, in some ways it is similar.
What did you do then?
‘maybe.’
It would have been done like this.
Raniel spread his arms wide.
Googoo googung!
The ground is shaking. It’s difficult to balance. However, Raniel is a wizard. If the opponent is a swordsman who can swing the sword in any situation or environment…
match.
Raniel is a battle mage.
The most efficient wizard who can release stocked spells anywhere.
“hey.”
Raniel smiled as he clapped his hands together.
“Are you confident?”
Stocked spells emit light.
More intensely than ever.
“······!”
The flash is fleeting. However, those who reach the realm of superhumans read that single moment of light. Draka’s pupils constrict. Draka saw it in the slowed down time.
‘···I’m going to be thrilled.’
A moment’s flash, a moment’s circuit.
Dozens of circuits flashed for a moment and then disappeared. Draka doesn’t know what the spell that will soon strike is. However, one thing is certain.
‘I don’t think I can overcome it physically.’
The intuition of a superman sounds an alarm.
Draka follows his intuition. He kicks the ground and bounces. Immediately the floor shook. Dozens of ice shells bounce from the floor. The terrain of the area changes.
Suddenly!
Draka lands, cutting off the top of the ice crust. However, it doesn’t end. Draka laughs and looks at her.
“···under.”
The gray wizard, Raniel.
Before she developed the Battle Mage class, her class was Wizard. A class that mainly deals with elemental magic. So, what element was she dealing with?
Hwareuk.
The answer was right in front of me.
A fireball the size of a house rains down. Not just one or two. Draka clicks his tongue as he sees the flames filling his vision.
He has a hunch.
It starts now.
3.
Even amid the rushing avalanche, the fight between the two characters who had reached the realm of superhumans continued. There is no backing down even an inch. They collide as they slide down the snowy mountain at high speed.
Wow!
A sword strike cuts through the pouring snow pile.
An accelerated snowdrift is like a boulder. The split snowballs crunch and fall to the ground.
Good luck!
A fireball splits the blizzard.
The heat of a house-sized flame melts the snow in the area. Following the flames, various spells chase Draka.
Kwagagagagagagag!
And, the snow is still rolling in.
Raniel feels annoyed by that fact.
‘It’s annoying.’
Cumbersome. If an avalanche hits, it’s a matter of either making a decision and shooting a spell to blow away the snow… or blocking it by hitting a few layers of pillars. But it’s not just avalanches that hit.
Suddenly!
Raniel tilts his head back.
A sword strike passes overhead. Yes, I’m in a situation where I can’t use a spell. Disturbances come in constantly. Ran El frowned.
‘He is persistent.’
Draka’s sword was like that. Even while running away from an avalanche and intercepting a barrage of spells… he never gives up the offensive. He shoots his sword energy whenever he gets the chance.
‘That too, in the blind spot of vision.’
Mixed in with the driving snowstorm.
Sometimes hiding himself in the flash of light created by a spell, he steadily targets the blind spot of vision. He tries to catch the rear. To begin with, he is a person who is skilled at cutting down people.
Those who were said to be sword masters were usually like that.
No one can catch up with technology.
‘Uncle Kuntel was like that too.’
This was especially true for the famous swordsman.
‘Kyle’s physical ability is overwhelmingly higher…’
Not once did Kyle defeat Kuntel in a sword duel. Sword adepts have techniques that make up for the difference in strength. The same goes for Sword Demon.
Chaaaaaaaaa!
Tearing up the flying sword energy with his bare hands, Raniel speeds up. She has ashes flying behind her.
‘It’s a hassle, but…’
Raniel strikes the sword swung by Draka. The sword and fist collided, but it was the blade that bounced off.
‘I don’t think I’ll lose.’
That’s actually true. Aside from a cut on his palm from holding his sword with his bare hand, Rani El has no injuries of any note.
On the other hand, what about the Sword Demon?
“Huh…”
The sound of heavy breathing seeps into my ears.
As he throws away his sword, Raniel sees Draka’s appearance.
It’s full of scars. One arm was limp, and blood was flowing from the skin that had been grazed by the spell. As the fight goes on, Draka’s injuries increase.
‘But, it’s not enough.’
In the end, a decisive blow is not enough.
Raniel bites his lip.
She looks back. The avalanche is growing in size. And, she remembers… there is a village down here.
‘I guess that’s what I was aiming for from the beginning.’
Either chase him until the end and let the village below get caught in the avalanche… or else, risk the gap and stop the avalanche.
‘Really, the method used…’
This is truly a draka-down method.
Raniel clicked his tongue.
“Tsk.”
Now it was time to make a decision.
Sigh, Raniel dragged his feet. She suddenly puts the brakes on her and turns her back on Draka.
Kwagagagagagagag!
Raniel slapped his palms together as he watched the rushing avalanche. Ash gathers around her. She has accumulated a considerable amount of ashes while running so far.
‘This is enough.’
Raniel throws a bet.
‘It’s an avalanche or something, and it flies all at once.’
Tick, tidididdik!
Sparks fly in the ashes. It’s burning like it’s going to explode at any moment. Even when compared to the flames lit by a mere human or the waves of snow rushing in, its power is not at all diminished.
Ignite.
Ashes to Ashes.
The fire burns fiercely.
At the moment when the last spark flew out and the flash of light was about to hit the area… something kicked the ground.
widely.
Someone jumps to the side of Raniel, who is turning into an inferno. There is nothing to see. It is Draka. Draka, who jumped into hell on his own like an evil spirit, swings his sword.
Draka’s retinas sizzle.
However, the bloodshot eyes do not waver at first glance. He sees what he must cut. The stubborn ghost’s sword is aiming for Raniel.
This is something Raniel also expected.
I laid out a bait to get them to come in. Even though she thought it was bait, Draka bit on it. Each acted as expected from the other. Then there is only one thing left.
Does the explosion of orders come first?
Does the knife touch first?
It’s a momentary fight. Victory and defeat can be decided in an instant.
And, that is the moment.
Kaang!
A ray of light breaks through the rushing explosion. It shook the tip of Draka’s sword. Although it is a slight shaking… it becomes a big variable in a momentary fight.
Draka’s sword cannot reach Raniel.
The explosion will devastate the entire area.
Therefore, victory or defeat was decided.
Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
A loud noise struck the snowy mountain.
