EP.189 Each person’s stage (3)
Buy time against disaster.
Kalt had already done something similar once in the past. This was just before retiring from the battlefield. Kalt traced his memories of that day.
The most fearful disaster.
Death with a definite form.
‘The sword of death, Ganicalt.’
Even a proud swordsman and a swordsman who sings life with his sword is just a human being in the face of death. No matter what you have built up during your lifetime, in the face of death, it all returns to nothingness.
Terrible vanity.
The emptiness of not being able to do anything.
“Ah, ah. Ahhh…!”
Wherever death appears, humans collapse. I sense that my life is coming to an end and give up. It is a disaster because it cannot be resisted. It is death that must be accepted.
however.
“You don’t let go of your sword.”
Occasionally, someone appears who resists death.
“I will ask.”
Kalt did that.
Kalt raised his sword in the face of death. Just like Kuntel, who taught him the sword earlier, he aims his sword at the sword of death.
“Are you a prosecutor?”
Grinding my teeth together in fear.
Feeling fear of approaching death.
Nevertheless, I didn’t let go of the sword.
“If you’re a prosecutor, you’re a prosecutor.”
Man answers the question of death.
“Before that, here is the article.”
What did you do at that time?
What did you do that enabled you to receive the sword of death even once? Kalt opens his eyes, recalling the past.
When you open your eyes, what you see is another disaster.
‘Ancient lich, Skeval.’
He is a wizard who can truly be called a nightmare on the battlefield.
Everywhere you step is full of traps. One mistake, one hesitation will lead to death.
“Whoa…”
Kalt sighed.
I had to swing my sword even with one breath, and I had to move my body without stopping. The breath I exhaled was hot, and my arm was sore from swinging the knife without stopping.
Patter.
As soon as I catch my breath, blood pours out. The wound is open, and one arm is already numb.
‘Even though I used everything I could.’
I can’t reach it.
A power that cannot be absorbed by a mere human body is still insufficient even though it was obtained through artificial means. Kalt leapt backwards, catching his breath.
‘There is no time to leisurely think.’
The strong can relax as much as they want.
But, not yourself. Kalt moved without stopping because his thoughts had to lead directly to action.
『How long are you planning to run away?』
Disaster mocks humans.
Disaster can push humans into a corner with just a snap of a finger. The ancient lich’s sneer echoed in the darkness.
『Running away and running again.』
Skebal snaps his fingers.
A fireball the size of a house falls to the ground. Knowing that this was an unavoidable attack, Kalt swung his sword with his eyes wide open.
『Do you think there is a level you can climb to?』
Stand up.
Kalt’s sword cuts through the flames. The trajectory drawn by the knife is neat. However, it is still a human sword. The flame split in half engulfs Kalt without dispersing.
Throw in!
Kalt comes out through the flames, relying on magic tools. But its body is full of soot. The skin on my fingers melts and becomes one with the hilt of the sword.
‘I won’t miss the sword.’
Rather, it’s good, Kalt thinks, whipping himself. The order chases after Kalt. The ground rises. It becomes a sharp awl and threatens your life.
Wow.
The swinging blade cuts the ground.
Kalt tries to follow, albeit crudely, the method he saw in the skirmish between the warrior and the ancient lich. They cut down the raised ground and use it as a stepping stone to leap forward again and again.
It’s not the same movement as a warrior.
Even if he had taken doping drugs, Kalt’s movements did not even reach the level of a superhuman. Therefore, Kalt’s operation is crude. Not perfect like a warrior.
Fit.
The number of wounds increased.
The arm wielding the sword screams. But Kalt doesn’t stop. Since I didn’t expect it to be perfect in the first place, there was no hesitation in the movement.
‘next.’
There is no super sense like that of a superman.
They do not have outstanding physical abilities like a warrior.
‘Next, next again.’
That’s why Kalt doesn’t stop thinking.
Don’t leave everything to your instincts. You see with your own eyes, judge with your own head, and move.
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‘come.’
Don’t let go of the ancient lich’s fingers.
His senior, the gray wizard Raniel, spoke.
“All wizards start with their hands.”
hand.
“Snap your fingers, twitch, or wave your arms. You don’t even understand ‘what’ that spell is. But all wizards have habits.”
Habit.
“I snap my fingers. And, most wizards swing their fingers in the direction they want to go.”
Read habits and directions.
Skebal waved his finger. From bottom to top. Kalt immediately kicked off the wall and jumped up.
Bababababaak!
The pile rises. There is no longer a kalt in the raised position. He twisted his body in the air and swung his sword.
Wow.
We see the following in Skebal’s hand movements: Karl is quick to see and act next. The moment Skebal’s spell was about to be emitted, Kalt’s sword cut through the circuit.
‘possible.’
It’s little by little, but you get the hang of it.
However, there is no time to leisurely understand the relative method. Because the time given to you is not long.
“···Ugh.”
Kalt felt a sense of relief.
Little by little, the pain is returning to my body. I feel the fire raging inside me slowly fading away.
‘Because it’s not entirely my strength.’
All kinds of magic tools and doping agents.
The level reached through artificial means quickly falls apart. Little by little, strength drains from my body.
『······.』
In comparison, what about disaster?
He’s just frowning. There is no sign of any sense of urgency given the limited time.
‘How long do I have to endure?’
Kalt takes a deep breath and thinks.
‘How much longer do I have to endure?’
I couldn’t figure it out.
Therefore, Kalt makes up his mind.
Puzzle.
The bones in my ankles make a loud noise. Kalt lowered his stance. As if crawling on the floor, or as if gathering strength. It is a posture reminiscent of a bow just before shooting an arrow.
‘It’s impossible to stop time.’
We do not know how much time is given to the disaster. However, one thing is certain… the time given to you will run out before that happens.
‘A decision must be made.’
It is impossible to hold on.
If so, look for another answer.
“···under.”
Skebal also feels that the atmosphere surrounding Kalt has changed. The hunting dog that kept running away is cornered and shows its teeth.
‘It’s almost the same.’
He raises his arms.
Circuits burn black in the dark.
Flash!
The moment it emitted light, Kalt kicked the ground and started running. As his senses begin to return, Kalt runs with all his might.
2.
It reminds me of the old days.
Suddenly, Raniel thinks something like this.
Now that she’s kicked off the ground and heading to Aplia, she thinks about things from the past. It’s a memory from the battlefield.
Second encounter with the sword of death.
It happened suddenly. A time when the advance was repeated with Kyle at the forefront. At that time, death appeared suddenly.
Sheer cliffs and crevices in the cliffs.
A road that stretches straight.
Death appeared there. The sword of death fell from the sky to the ground and cut the human army in two.
-Boom, coo, coo!
With one swing, the canyon collapsed.
After hearing that fact, Raniel and Kyle, who quickly headed to the back line, had to brace themselves. I am prepared to sacrifice all the knights here. Or, their own death.
Even warriors and wise men felt death.
Even if I ran, I never thought that there would be a knight left who could save me.
However, the prediction was wrong.
The place where he stepped after smashing the stone wall of the collapsed canyon was not the harrowing scene that Raniel had expected. There he was just a knight standing with both feet on the ground.
“Kalt.”
The knight was coughing up blood in front of the sword of death, but was still standing there with his eyes wide open. Raniel remembers the words the sword of death spoke to him.
“I ask.”
Letting go of the sword from the twisted beast’s hand and holding it in human hands, Death asked humanity a question.
“What is the name?”
It was a tribute from death to humans.
A tribute to a person who has struck down his sword at least once. That meant that Kalt had withstood the blow of the sword of death.
‘I don’t know how I survived.’
Raniel does not know what Kalt did there, or how he gained time by withstanding the blow of the sword of death.
‘One thing is certain.’
At that moment, Kalt threw something away.
By throwing it away, I received the sword of death.
By accepting it, he bought himself time to come.
“This time too.”
Raniel kicks the roof and jumps.
She arrives at the clock tower, following a path marked by someone’s footsteps. As she placed her feet on the footprints on the wall of the clock tower, Ran El raised her head.
What is visible is a black barrier.
“This time too, I’ll hold on.”
Somehow, in an unknown way.
That’s why he has to go.
So that the time he gained is not meaningless.
widely.
Raniel kicks the clock tower and leaps. With her arms in the air behind her, her fists clenched, she glares at her barrier. What was carried in her fist was a nested spell.
Smash.
-Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!
A huge shock shook the barrier.
3.
Running.
Hit the ground with all your might, one step at a time. Kalt took a step forward, squeezing out all the remaining strength in his body. Every time you take a step, your body accelerates.
step.
Throw your body towards the pouring spells.
Some can be cut, some cannot.
The number of wounds on the body increases. Blood pours out.
Another step.
The ground rises. Bone stakes rise. The place to step is disappearing, but the place to step must be created by oneself.
Wow.
Swing the sword again and again.
‘Throw it away.’
Blood splatters.
‘Choose.’
By allowing a blow, you take a step forward.
With each step, Kalt throws something away. Because he is a human being who knows that he cannot move forward without throwing something away, Kalt does not add or subtract when it comes to throwing something away.
‘If you’re going to throw it away, throw it away for sure.’
There is no time to cut down the pouring piles.
Give one arm. I give it up and move on again.
Leaving his arm hanging limply, Kalt held his sword with his free hand and continued heading forward.
‘iced coffee.’
Kalt comes to mind.
past experiences.
‘It was like this back then too.’
When faced with the most fearful disaster.
When I had to face the sword of death.
Even back then, he moved like this.
‘You shouldn’t even think about accepting it with your body.’
From the beginning, I moved with the intention of throwing it away.
Be sure to give what you have to give.
Because it was the best he could do.
‘What I gave away at that time was my heart.’
A means to purify demonic energy. Or, the whole of life.
Although he barely survived thanks to the saint’s miracle, Kalt was forced to retire from the battlefield. So, what do you have to give now?
The distance has completely narrowed.
Kalt kicked the ground and jumped up.
I look at the ancient lich floating in the air.
‘Weakened state.’
The ancient lich’s body was cracked due to a previous encounter with a madman. The aftereffects of the last spell the madman used remain, still eating away at Skebal’s mana.
That is why this fight was established.
On a stage created by someone’s sacrifice, Kalt is faithful to his role.
‘The target is the skull.’
Eye sockets with black fluid flowing down.
The life vessel that will be inside it.
‘Piercing.’
Kalt takes his stance, making it clear what he is aiming for. However, it is not only Kalt who is aiming for a decisive blow. Skebal also waited for the moment the hounds approached.
Flashing.
An order completed in an instant.
A sharp bone stake aims for Kalt’s head. You can avoid it, but if you do, your posture will be disturbed and you will have to try again from the beginning.
‘What should I throw away?’
Kalt is not backing down.
He decides to give. Kalt slightly twists his head to the side. A bone stake is driven into his left eye. Even as his vision turns red and his head tilts back, Kalt doesn’t stop.
Pain that surges for a moment.
It is a signal that doping is over.
But Kalt doesn’t notice that. She rather feels that her body is light. He mistakenly believes that doping is not over yet. In the illusion, he moved.
What comes to mind is the sword superman, Kuntel.
A superhuman who was proud, but ended up becoming a familiar of disaster.
Kalt recalls the experience of encountering him. At that time, he imitates the infinitely beautiful strike he saw.
‘Beautiful movement, perfect sword strike.’
Kalt’s arm moves.
Not fast. It’s not heavy either.
The tip of the sword is light but draws a clear trajectory.
It is a sword that clearly reaches the realm of superhumanity.
Sreung.
The blade moves. Don’t be dragged by force. It is a sword road that is drawn under perfect control. The path the sword draws is smooth. The path that draws a strange trajectory is drawn towards the goal that was set from the beginning.
black eye sockets.
Kalt, who lost his left eye, thrust his sword towards Skebal’s right eye socket. The spells created by the ancient lich to protect the skull have no meaning in the face of a sword that has reached the realm of the superhuman.
Phew.
The spell is torn apart and the tip of the sword sinks into Skebal’s life vessel. Skebal’s black eyes shook greatly.
『Ahh, ahhhhh!』
Skebal screams and swings his arms.
Kalt, who was hit in the arm, bounces away helplessly. Kalt stopped only after rolling on the floor several times and crashing into the wall of the building.
『Dare, dare, dare!』
Skebal’s eyes tremble with anger.
The tip of the sword clearly touched Skebal’s life vessel. However, he did not penetrate completely. The ancient lich raises his arms, writhing in pain.
『A mere human like you…!』
This is the moment when Skebal is about to cast a spell.
“Cough, gasp….”
Kalt raises his head, coughing up blood and pulling out the stake in his eye. There is a smile on his lips. It was not the expression of someone about to die.
“···under.”
He looks beyond Skebal with a smile.
Blah, blah.
Cracks spread in the black barrier surrounding Aplia. Eventually, a part of the barrier shatters, like a glass window breaking.
Crispy!
What comes through the shattered cracks is sunlight.
Gray hair sparkles under the sunlight. After her barrier is shattered, Skebal looks back at her and makes eye contact with her.
Abominable gray hair.
Blue eyes that are nothing short of abominable.
『Ashen…!』
Before Skebal can cast a spell, Raniel grabs Skeval’s skull. She doesn’t even use any special spells.
Sigh.
Grabbing the skull with one hand.
With his other hand, he holds the hilt of the sword stuck in his eye socket. A blow that a mere human had to put into it, putting everything he had into it. It will be your role to determine its meaning.
“Kalt.”
Raniel says.
“Good work.”
Push the hilt of the knife you are holding.
The tip of the sword completely pierced Skebal’s life vessel.
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