〈 Episode 276 〉 The Man Who Couldn’t Die (2)
* * *
Kuntel, the sword superman.
The proud prosecutor is already dead. The ones here are just undead with a rotten smell. However, these undead were created by a notorious apostate.
It is incomparable to the undead created by mere necromancers.
Undead created from the bodies of old warriors recover from their own injuries. The strong body is unaffected by any holy spells, and Kuntel’s soul remains tainted and settled in the body.
It is alive because it has a soul.
Because the body has decayed, it is dead.
The superman, who cannot live or die, moves to fulfill the orders given to him. Only the sound of water flowing echoes through the underground waterway, which smells of blood.
There is nothing alive here.
After seeing that, Kuntel stopped.
The gaze is not directed forward. What you are looking at is the ceiling of the underground waterway. Kuntel adjusted his sword while looking at the thick wall.
He has no pride as a prosecutor.
There is also no reason as a human being.
It is a doll that only moves according to instinct and commands.
However, that does not mean that the blade becomes dull. A sword master is someone who shows off perfect sword strikes at any moment and in any situation.
Sreung.
Kuntel’s sword draws a silver-white trail.
What forms at the end of the trajectory is sword energy (？？), and it is much larger than the sword energy Kuntel used to extract during his lifetime.
···Originally, Kuntel had a small amount of innate mana, so he was unable to extract a large amount of sword energy. Therefore, instead of increasing the size, Kuntel chose to forge the sword energy to be sharp and thin to the limit.
That alone is powerful enough, but a large amount of mana injected by the apostate remains in Kuntel’s body after death and rebirth. It reacts with Kuntel’s sword.
Thus, an extra-large sword was created.
It is a powerful flash that devours everything it touches.
Chaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Light flooded.
2.
I flinch.
Raniel, who was walking around Kateron Castle, briefly shook his shoulders. A goosebumps running down his spine. This is an intuition I often felt on the battlefield. And, Rania knew that my intuition was pretty good.
Her head jerked and turned.
So, she saw.
A huge silver-white sword energy rising from beneath the ground.
Kang, kaang!
“It was a good sparring.”
“It’s an honor, Galahal!”
“Let me give you a little advice, where…?”
Instead of sparring with the knights, Galahal turned his head. This is Galahal with the body of a warrior. The sense of being close to superhuman feels things that others cannot feel. Galahal’s body stiffened.
Something appeared.
Something akin to a disaster is here.
Galahal hurriedly turned around and shouted to the knights.
“Run away now!”
Immediately afterwards, a flash of light swept through the area and shot up into the sky.
Chaaaaaaaaaaa!
The knights gathered at Kateron Castle looked.
The scene where a flash of light erupts from beneath the ground, and the flash sweeps across the area and devours my comrades.
“Cluck, clack, clack…!”
Everything that touches the sword collapses and the surrounding area is filled with dust. The dust rising and the bricks that formed the castle walls were strewn about in disarray.
And, a long trail of blood.
Those who were completely engulfed by the flash did not leave a trace of blood, let alone a corpse, but there were also some who had only part of their body swept away. Blood poured out like a fountain from the remaining body.
Along with the bloody smell, other foul odors are also present.
It is the smell of a rotting corpse.
There is no way a rotten smell will come from a freshly dead body. This stench suggests the appearance of another being. The knights look towards the place where the foul smell is coming from.
Beyond the rising dust, there is someone there.
Someone who came up from under the ground holds a sword in his hand. The dust slowly clears, and the knights come face to face with the being.
“···uh?”
There is no one who does not know that face.
Anyone who dreamed of becoming a sword (?) cannot fail to recognize the being in front of them. A being who is already dead and should not exist in this world is now in front of their eyes.
It wasn’t good news. never.
“Chuck,” said Kuntel, stepping on the remains of the collapsed castle wall.
No one would dare to attack Kuntel. The knights’ gaze wavered at the intimidating feeling that was pressing down on the area. Without even thinking about lifting their weapons, their upper and lower teeth clash frantically.
It’s as if the sword of death has appeared.
Then, doesn’t Kuntel, like the sword of death, kill those who don’t lift the sword?
Wow.
By swinging his sword, Kuntel announced that this was a vain expectation. You can’t expect pride as a prosecutor from someone who only follows orders.
“Wow…”
With one swing, dozens of knights collapse, gushing blood. Kuntel moves beyond the rubble, stepping on the scattered corpses. The knights are gathered there.
There are a lot of them.
Cutting them down one by one is just a waste of time. Kuntel had a given mission, and to carry it out, Kuntel chose an efficient method.
The sword energy surrounds the silver-white sword body.
——————
faqwiki.us
Join our Discord for new chapter updates!
https://discord.com/invite/xr7SxG5T6V
——————
The moment when that sword energy is about to sweep the area once again.
“Galahal.”
“yes.”
Two voices echoed.
Above the sky, not below the earth.
Smash.
Intangible shock waves pour out from the sky. The shock wave spreading out radially collided with the sword energy that Kuntel pulled out.
Wow!
For a moment, it seemed as if the sword energy was being crushed, but Kuntel’s sword energy cut down everything it touched. There is no way it can be stopped with a spell or something. She just bought herself some time.
That brief moment of time is meaningful.
This gave the spear thrown out time to reach the ground below. Galahal landed on the ground with the spear and swung the spear with all his might.
Kaaaaaaaaaa!
The spear and the sword collide. Galahal’s arms are creaking, and his fingers are shaking. Galahal gritted his teeth and endured as he slammed the spear into the ground.
“Ugh…!”
Even if you have the sword energy to cut down everything, you cannot transcend providence. The spear held by Galahal is a star weapon called the Holy Spear. A weapon that never breaks.
Using his holy spear, Galahal succeeded in blocking the sword energy. In return, half of Galahal’s ten fingers were broken. While the warrior’s body recovers from his broken finger, the opponent does not just sit there and watch.
widely.
Kuntel kicked the ground.
The sound of hitting the ground is light, but even the speed is not light. In an instant, Kuntel, who was right in front of us, raised his sword. A sharp sting.
The moment it was about to touch Galahal’s uvula, ashes flew between Galahal and Kuntel. Also, gray hair the same color as ash powder.
“Move.”
Pushing Galahal away, Raniel took Kuntel’s sword. “Wow!” blood spurted out.
3.
To some, he is a swordsman.
A teacher to Raniel and Kyle.
Raniel clearly remembers Kuntel sacrificing his life to the sword of death to save himself and Kyle. Raniel respected the trajectory of that life. At the end, he admired Kuntel, who had achieved his secret wish.
A person I respected and admired.
That person is now standing before him in his worst form. Raniel gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand toward the sword Kuntel was throwing.
Phew!
Kuntel’s sword pierced Raniel’s palm.
Immediately, while Kuntel raised his sword and tried to cut off his hand, Raniel took a step forward and thrust forward the hand that had been pierced by the sword.
Crash!
Bones creak with a horrifying sound, and blood spurts out.
Enduring the pain of sparks flying before his eyes, Raniel finally grabbed Kuntel’s hand holding the sword. Just as we were about to prepare for the next attack.
“Kuheuuk…!”
Kuntel let go of his sword and kicked Raniel in the abdomen. Raniel, who flew away with Gala Hal who was standing behind him, groaned and raised his head.
There is a sword still in my palm.
Raniel was momentarily happy that he had taken the weapon, but his expression crumpled when he saw the scene where Kuntel captured the sword from the corpses of the knights.
Well, weapons are plentiful here.
In the hands of a swordsman of that caliber, even a simple soldier’s sword becomes a famous sword that can cut off a dragon’s head.
‘It’s a plague, really…’
Raniel broke out into a cold sweat as he looked at Kuntel, who was now wary of this direction instead of rushing straight in.
“Your hands…!”
“This is not the problem now.”
Raniel groaned and pulled out the knife from his palm. Raniel looked ahead, leaving behind the sword that was fluttering around with a clanging sound.
Standing a little distance away is Kuntel.
Kuntel, the sword superman.
He is the only human being touched by the sword of death… and he is stronger now than then.
‘It’s different from the city of night.’
The Kuntel at that time was weakened, but it is not the Kuntel it is today. The ship is moving faster now than then. “Suddenly,” Raniel gritted his teeth.
It is beyond its prime.
The body is stronger than when alive, and the soul of a superhuman who survived the close encounter with the sword of death resides in that body.
Raising his blood-dripping palm, Raniel snapped his fingers. Stocked spells are connected to create a chain of spells.
Smite.
SpellBunch.
Dozens of heavy blows with overlapping reinforcing spells rain down on Kuntel. Faced with dozens of swords, Kuntel only lightly swung his sword.
Wow.
That alone makes the spell lose its shine.
The foundation of the spell was cut down in one fell swoop. Just like Kuntel in his prime, the undead in front of him have the worst compatibility with wizards.
“···just now?”
“Some spells don’t work, right?”
Raniel stood up unsteadily.
Kuntel could not stand the technique and threw away the broken knife and picked up a new knife. Ran El stretched his gaze and glanced at his surroundings.
‘···There is no sign of an apostate.’
When that damn bitch shows up, there’s no sloppy mana surrounding her. The magical beast containing the muddy mana is also not here.
Kuntel attacked alone.
However, we cannot be relieved by that fact.
Not only does he not know the other person’s purpose, but the current Kuntel is a ministry that the apostate called a masterpiece. Raniel looked behind me in silence.
Holy spear, Galahal.
The only person who can be a force right now is Galaha.
If you search the shrine, you will find Sarah and Cariot… but you don’t have time for that.
If we leave here now, everyone here will die.
“···Galahal.”
“yes.”
Raniel lightly shook his wrist.
Blood burst from the torn skin and soaked the floor.
“I can’t stop that crazy sword technique.”
The only thing that can stop it is a star weapon or a spell imbued with starlight. No matter what spell you use without burning your life, you will just be swept away by the sword energy.
“request.”
Galahal nodded.
“And, one more thing.”
Raniel added, releasing my wrist.
“Don’t waste your life.”
“···All right.”
Galahal fixes his spear. Raniel begins to burn mana faster. Ash scatters around, and starlight rises from Galahal.
And Kuntel swung his sword.
Galahal and Raniel jumped towards the approaching flash of pure white.
* * *
Sword and magic collide. The heat seemed to sweep through the area, but then evaporated in an instant. The starlight-filled spear blade and blade collide, making a loud noise.
Sigh!
A few steps away from the aftermath of the fight, the knights watch their fight in fascination. That place is already a different world. A place they cannot enter.
Sword energy sweeps through the area and buildings collapse. Dust rises, and a silver-white flash of light passes through the rising dust once again.
There are several flashes of light.
Dozens or hundreds of orders pour in in a moment.
While no one dared to approach there, someone moved among the knights.
“Get out of the way, you guys.”
The knights begin to retreat one by one.
They glanced at the figure approaching them, pushing them away. A person who has been staying in Kateron Castle for a few days now.
Immortal Kariot.
Unlike usual, he is not carrying a coffin. In his hand, he held nothing but an ugly red cross sword.
Beyond the knights, forward, forward again.
Kariot moves towards the battlefield where flashes of light sweep through several times a second. And at some point, he kicks the ground and starts running. Head straight towards the battlefield.
This is the moment when he gets closer.
Kuntel, who managed to shake off Galahal and Raniel, grabbed another sword lying on the floor. Kuntel was pushing the two even with a broken sword. The moment another sword was held in his hand, Raniel’s pupils widened.
Kuntel unfolds his skills while holding a new sword.
Lichtenaceae, type 1. Absolute sword (？？).
The sword energy is concentrated to the limit.
The blade imbued with concentrated sword energy no longer breaks. The spells that Raniel has placed everywhere blink in succession and try to block Kuntel’s sword, but the blade cuts off everything that stands in its way.
The sword energy concentrated to its limit at the tip of the sword will explode in all directions the moment it penetrates the body. Raniel grits his teeth and tries to sacrifice one of his arms.
That’s the moment.
Kariot pushed his body into Kuntel’s swinging sword. As Raniel’s eyes widen, Kuntel’s sword penetrates Kariot’s heart.
And, damn it.
The sword energy exploded from within and tore Kariot’s entire body apart. Beyond the pouring flesh and blood, it is the moment when Kuntel is about to swing his sword once again.
Kaang!
A blade flew out from behind Kuntel’s back.
A blade comes from an unseen place, but Kuntel blocks even that. However, the moment he struck out the sword, Kuntel’s frown narrowed for an instant.
Kariot, which was torn to shreds, is standing still.
“I’m sorry, Kuntel.”
A fiercely shining red sword.
The thorny vines extending from the blade wrap around Kariot’s body.
“I can’t die without my wife’s permission.”
* * *
fantasy,
