EP.146 Superman, mere human (1)
Cardinal Verdict of the Delohim Order.
He looks at his hands. Blood flows along his fingers. The blood on the tips of his fingernails makes a popping sound and leaves a red dot on the snow.
“······.”
He looks at the drops of blood expressionlessly.
I see corpses lying around. Surprisingly, I don’t even think about it. Not only was it not his first time committing murder, but in his opinion, it was the right thing to do.
‘Sacrifice worthless things to bring back valuable things.’
It’s the right thing to do. The cardinal places the life of a blind child on the altar. There is no hesitation whatsoever in his actions. He just does what he thinks is right. That’s how a cardinal devotes himself to a star.
“iced coffee···.”
The cardinal sighs.
It is not a mournful sigh. It is a sigh that flows out in ecstasy. The cardinal looks around the snowy field.
‘Starlight.’
Holy power overflows from all directions. Relics and relics resonate. In this place where particles of pure white light bloom, the blessings of the stars seem to overflow at any moment.
I feel like I can do anything.
What I feel is a sense of omnipotence.
I am confident that the miracle of rebirth, which is a golden art and can reach God, is possible now. As long as we have the remains of the first saint.
“Hey, Cardinal.”
It was around this time that the cardinal was immersed in a sense of omnipotence.
There is a voice that breaks his immersion. The Cardinal looked back. A paladin stands behind him. Among the 100 elites of the Holy Emperor, he was the second-ranked, iron-clad Berlan.
“What’s going on, Berland?”
“It’s noisy outside. “It seems like the northern warriors noticed and attacked.”
“is it.”
The Cardinal nodded.
“So, what does it matter?”
“···yes?”
“This is a sanctuary. Can’t you see the overflowing starlight in your eyes? You, who are called the iron wall… it must be difficult to move properly here.”
Berlant looked at his fist in silence.
He clenches and unclenches his fists. The movements were slower than usual. said the cardinal, pointing to it.
“Even you who are blessed are like that. “But, do you think the barbarians from the north who don’t believe in God will be able to move here if they come here?”
The Cardinal sneers.
“That can’t be possible.”
He even performs the ritual.
“I will focus on consciousness. “Please don’t disturb me.”
“Yes, I understand…”
Berland’s words did not continue until the end.
He violently turned his head. As he looks behind him, he swings the shield that is the origin of the nickname “Iron Wall.”
Cough!
Something hits the shield and bounces away.
Berlant narrows his eyes. The thing floating in the air is a blade. A blade with a unique shape.
‘···ax?’
This was the moment when Berland recognized it.
Someone catches the ax spinning in the air.
“Stop.”
The owner of the ax opens his mouth.
A cool voice echoes through the snowy fields. Berlant and the Cardinal check the appearance of a stranger who has entered the sanctuary.
Hair as white as snow.
Red shiny eyes.
The boy with that characteristic appearance holds an ax in both hands. The cardinal recognizes that figure. The same goes for Berland.
‘Lark Van Grace.’
The only son of the Grand Duke of the North.
“Get out of there.”
He narrows his eyes.
The ax being held makes a clicking sound. The veins stand out on the arm holding the axe. Lark looks around. There are lots of corpses lying around. Among them, there are also northern residents.
thud.
Lark takes a step forward.
If it doesn’t stop, it looks like it will be destroyed at any moment. There is something blocking Lark’s path.
Coo!
Berlant slams down his huge shield.
He becomes an iron wall and blocks Lark’s path. However, Lark does not stop his steps.
“If you don’t get out of the way…”
Lark kicks the ground.
Even in the thick concentration of mana, Lark’s movements do not slow down at all. Lark swings his ax with his bloodshot eyes wide open.
“I will pass through.”
Kaaaaang!
The sound of metal clashing against metal rang loudly.
2.
“Huh, huh…”
Toad-duk-duk.
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Blood drips with every step you take. It feels like every bone in my body is creaking. Draka, now in tatters, stumbles and walks through the snowy mountains. Even walking is not easy.
‘You sound like a crazy wizard.’
I didn’t look down on his skills. Because he didn’t look down on him, he prepared the necessary means. Advantages of terrain. surprise attack. In addition, he created an avalanche and brought the situation to an either-or situation.
It took a lot of effort.
It wasn’t enough even after using those tactics, so I rushed in, taking into account the blood loss. To take a chance.
‘But, what was the result?’
Draka recalls the battle that took place a little while ago.
The snow mountain turned upside down. A light that seemed to burn the retina struck the snowy mountain. Into the heat rushing with the light… Draka stepped forward.
‘I was planning on beheading him.’
In his opinion, it was quite possible.
The problem was that even that was expected by the gray wizard. A pre-installed spell shook Draka’s sword. The tip of the shaken sword does not touch.
That’s why Draka chose.
Can’t kill. lose. In that case… even if I lost, I had to get what I wanted. No matter what happens, Draka will not leave a meaningless defeat behind.
-Chaaaaaaaa!
At that moment, Draka turned the tip of his sword.
In the rising heat, I did not aim directly at Raniel. She aimed for her cape draped over her shoulders. No matter how much Draka is pushed by the gray wizard… it’s not to the point where he can’t cut off a span of clothing.
The moment I tore off the cape, the storage spell was released and something came out. What sticks out is what Draka expected.
‘A wooden box containing the remains of a saint.’
The moment it popped out, Draka grabbed it and dragged his sword down. I forcefully changed the direction of the crushing explosion. I was lucky, Draka thinks so.
-Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
The explosion changed direction and hit the unstable ground.
The avalanche evaporated, but the gray wizard fell beyond the collapsing ground. You won’t die or get injured with just that, but you won’t be able to chase yourself right away.
‘···I was lucky.’
Coincidence coincided with coincidence.
That’s why I was able to survive.
Of course, he did not survive ‘safely’.
“Big…”
Draka held his breath and tightened his collar.
Patter, blood dripped. The tattered arm screams. It’s not just the arms. I have no feeling in one leg. It was because he was caught in an explosion.
“Still, it’s not a failure.”
Draka looks at the wooden box in his hand.
The saint’s bone fragments are reacting with it. There are several layers of sealing spells on her wooden box, so it is impossible to open it right now, but it is certain that these are the remains of a saint.
“······.”
But, why?
Draka feels a strange discomfort from the wooden box in his hand. It is an instinctive feeling of rejection. Draka did not know the reason. He takes his steps without knowing.
“Huh, huh…”
Normally I might have suspected it.
However, Draka’s vision is now narrowed. Like those who are approaching the end of their journey, he sees only what he wants to see.
‘Now, really soon.’
He continues walking.
I just keep walking, staggering and out of breath. As always.
“Armel, Armel…”
He mutters the name of his daughter, whom he lost.
It won’t be long now.
It’s been decades of enduring to keep a promise to my daughter. The moment when the fruits of those decades will come to fruition is approaching. The end of a long journey is just around the corner.
Just walk a little more.
If you just endure a little longer.
I can see that child again.
Now I can face my daughter whose face has become blurred. Will she be surprised at how old her father has become, or will she smile bitterly and whine about what he looks like?
I couldn’t figure it out.
Because he doesn’t know, Draka moves on.
Kuuk.
As if he wouldn’t let anyone take it away from him, Draka held the wooden box with the hand that should have been holding the sword. To Draka now, this wooden box was more important than anything else.
“Armel…”
He walks aimlessly.
towards one’s destination.
3.
Kang, Kang!
As iron clashes with iron, the iron walled Berlant feels a surprise. It’s pure surprise.
Kang!
His eyes turn to Lark in front of him. Seeing Lark swinging the axe, Berlan sticks out his tongue.
‘It’s really surprising.’
The air is heavy. My body is heavy.
In this space overflowing with spiritual power, it is difficult to even breathe properly. This is true even for Berland, who came to be called ‘Iron Wall’ during numerous wars against heretics.
‘But, even in this environment…’
Kang, kang!
That boy comes at me from the front.
There is no retreat. There is no distraction. The boy’s breathing seems even at first glance, and his movements don’t seem to have slowed down at all. Berland pays tribute to that fact.
‘You shouldn’t ignore him just because he’s a young boy.’
Berlan stomps his foot.
The pure white light surrounding the shield becomes even stronger.
‘We must see them as the same warrior.’
A wall of light surrounds Berland.
Berland’s body, surrounded by walls, is itself a weapon. He swung his light-covered fist.
Kaang!
Lark’s body, which hastily blocked the attack with an ax swing, floats in the air. It is the cardinal that is targeting the larks in the air. As the cardinal recites the incantation, arrows of light pour down towards Lark.
Fit!
My clothes get cut. Blood splatters.
Even though I twisted my body to avoid it, the wounds continued to increase. However, Lark’s eyes still shine.
“Whoa.”
Lark slips and lands on the floor and lets out a short breath. Lark placed his hand on his heart.
Boom, boom.
My heart is beating loudly.
Maybe it’s because I’m excited, but I feel like the blood is rushing through my body. However, even in these situations, breathing is not disturbed. That fact makes Lark happy.
‘It works.’
Things I trained with Professor Rania.
Things engraved on my body while passing out several times in the sanctuary.
Lark is feeling the fruits of that hellish training firsthand.
‘A place where it would normally be difficult to even breathe.’
In that place, they are now running wild as they want. If it were my old self, I wouldn’t have even dreamed of it. Feeling his own growth, Lark slowly raises his head.
“······.”
A paladin holding a shield glares at him.
The wall of light that spreads around him is solid. It feels like I’m facing a huge wall. Behind the wall is an old man carrying an arrow of light.
‘simple.’
It is a combination that is difficult to crack because it is simple.
However, the strategy is also simple. All you have to do is break through that wall. Lark asks himself.
‘Are you ready?’
Lark answers his own question.
‘I’m done adapting.’
Even if you move your body roughly, your breathing does not become disturbed. My mind is also intact. The arrangement of mana is also solid.
If so, it’s time to move on.
Lark raises the ax in front of his heart. Sensing the order stored in the sack. It is a spell that you must be careful about using even in optimal situations…
‘The northern warrior is a hot fire.’
Lark releases the spell without hesitation.
With a thud, he touches my heart with the hilt.
‘It is iron that does not cool down and can be tempered forever.’
The spell is released.
Heating.
Boom, Lark’s heart beat loudly.
Red eyes become hot.
Steam rises above Lark’s body. With eyes that are almost like flames, Lark looks at the arrows of light pouring towards him.
slow.
It was just things that were so slow.
With a thud, Lark kicked the ground.
The speed was incomparable to before. Her eyes pop. The wind blows. The arrow of light just gets stuck in a harsh place.
Huh.
Lark, who had narrowed the distance to ten steps in an instant, swung his axe. The ax collides with the iron wall. The results are different from before.
Kaaaaaaaaaa!
The air resonates. The iron wall shakes.
“······!”
Berland’s eyes widen.
Damn, the solid iron wall was cracking.
* * *
“I didn’t expect this.”
I hung a chain on the cliff and muttered as I hung there. The cliff was quite deep. It took some time to go up.
Crank.
I think as I climb up the cliff, dragging the chain.
I didn’t expect it.
It was exactly what it said.
I expected Draka to rush in there.
Therefore, a strong blow was prepared in advance, and Draka was caught in the trap as if he was showing off.
‘It was good up to that point.’
Next was the problem.
At that moment, Draka turned on his sword. He cut off the hem of my clothes and redirected the explosion downward. That was a result I didn’t expect.
‘I thought you would stab me in the neck even if it meant dying.’
At best, the protection spell hung around the nape of the neck was useless. That was a little strange. Because it was a choice the Draka I knew would not have made.
Who is Draka, the Sword Demon?
He is a person who rose to the ranks of superhumans with his persistence alone.
He is a person with stronger tenacity than anyone else. Even if he gets stuck, he is a person who digs deeper.
“hmm···.”
The Draka I knew was that kind of person.
Therefore, I did not expect Draka’s actions. He was caught off guard because he didn’t expect it.
“But still…”
I sighed and laughed.
I took out the wooden box from inside the half-torn robe. It was a wooden box through which light leaked.
“Does it matter?”
Although I didn’t expect Draka, it was the same for Draka. Because I didn’t have just one wooden box, there were other important ones.
‘Important numbers are doubly hidden.’
It was the most basic tactic.
