〈 Episode 283 〉 Hero, Galahal (2)
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Light leaks from the robe.
Raniel took out the wooden box stored in his robe. A wooden box large enough to fit one human arm. Light was leaking from the cracks in the wooden box.
The wooden box, which cannot withstand the light, opens of its own accord.
Contained within it is the arm of the first saint obtained from the North. A vessel to contain stars and a circulation device prepared by the great sage for the future.
Four stars orbit around the arm.
One of the stars begins to crumble.
It is the faintest of the four stars, a star that has not shined properly for many years. The star is now spreading its brightest light.
Brighter than any other star.
Again, harshly.
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Life is the most precious commodity a human being can offer. The life granted to humans by the stars (??) cannot be replaced by anything, and its specialness is the value of life.
However, not all time is of equal value.
One second of someone who lives in an instant is more valuable than a hundred years of someone who lives forever. Time is both absolute and relative.
“I offer it.”
There is one human being here.
“My everything.”
He is a human being who has saved every minute of his life.
Humans dreamed of becoming heroes. The path he wanted to take was long and difficult, so he had to run without stopping for the rest of his life. Therefore, the path he walked is beautiful.
It is valuable because it is beautiful.
The stars recognize its value.
A life lived to the best of one’s ability was recognized by the stars. The stars acknowledge that the moment of time left to humans is also more valuable than anything else.
The stars ask humans.
What do you wish for?
The human answers without any hesitation.
What was uttered without hesitation was the will, that is, the human wish. Stars are beings that respond to the wind. The stars are willing to give humans answers.
【The transaction has been concluded.】
A fleeting moment of time had eternal value.
Eternity soon becomes starlight.
Crispy.
The scale crumbles after completing the last transaction.
The crumbling scale turns into starlight and permeates the body of the human who dreamed of becoming a hero. Starlight flooded in.
“Please wait, Chloe.”
Galahal laughed.
“I’m going to save you now.”
Galahal took a step forward.
He moves forward, dragging the brilliantly shining starlight behind him. Every time he takes a step, the starlight fades. It’s not just starlight that crumbles.
Galahal’s body also falls apart.
Even though he knew that fact, Galahal instead took a strong step forward. Galahal thinks as he takes a step forward.
My body is light.
It’s light, so it feels like you can do anything.
Galahal sprinted, dragging the starlight behind him.
2.
The surging waves of demonic beasts attack Galahal.
However, the brilliant light cannot be blocked by mere demonic beasts. Light leaks through the cracks of the waves, and Galahal appears as it cuts through the waves.
Light burns the darkness.
Behind Galahal, who moves forward, dragging the light, are full of burned corpses of demonic beasts. However, the number of magical beasts does not decrease. It continues to increase. The waves crash without stopping.
Gletus, the apostate.
This is why this disaster is considered terrible on the battlefield.
This terrible disaster, which unleashes its forces with a single wave and pours out endless demonic beasts, has no weaknesses as a summoner.
Demons continue to appear in the torn space.
Looking at the magical beast pouring out of the air, it looks like birth, not summoning.
Kuuk.
Galahal grasps the spear even more tightly and jumps towards the group of demonic beasts. The body moves several times faster than usual, and every time the spear blade is swung, starlight follows.
Like Kyle, who is called the strongest warrior, Galahal divides the army of apostates. Cut and cut again.
However, the distance does not decrease.
I swing my spear until my arms go numb, pierce through the demonic beasts, and when I look up… the distance has not decreased at all. The distance from the apostate is still far. The magical beasts are still pouring out.
There is no end.
When the apostate lightly gestures, the crustacean guarding her side moves. A crustacean dug into the ground approaches Galahal. Kugu Palace, the ground is shaking.
Galahal runs.
On the shaky ground, I run toward the approaching crustacean. Galahal jumped into the air, striking the ground with his spear.
Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!
At that moment, a crustacean rises from beneath the ground.
A pile of dirt bounces up, and the wide-open jaw of the crustacean tries to swallow Galahal, who is floating in the air. Galahal falls into that maw.
Crustacean, the strongest demon possessed by apostates.
Galahal knows, at least in theory, how to deal with that magical beast. Galahal remembers the story he heard from Kyle, who defeated the demon beast several times.
“The shell of a crustacean is difficult to break even with star weapons.”
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“So, jump into the mouth.”
“It would be easier to tear it apart from the inside.”
Advice I never dreamed of before.
However, it is possible with my current body. This is the moment when the crustacean that swallowed Galahal closed its mouth. Galahal rotated his body.
Bingle.
Turning around in the air, Galahar swings his spear indiscriminately. There is no skill involved in that swing.
Tearing, stabbing, cutting.
That simple series of movements is indeed effective.
The crustacean’s body is torn apart as it screams. Galahal bursts out, tearing the crustacean apart from the inside.
Knocked down one.
However, there is no time to be happy about that fact.
Galahal stands up straight after stabbing the shell of a falling crustacean with blood pouring out, and looks ahead.
Three crustaceans are rushing.
There are two that approach in a curved manner, and one that pushes forward. This is the moment when Galahal grits his teeth and is about to leap. There is one question in my head.
The number of crustaceans possessed by the apostate is five.
One has been cut down, and now there are three that are running towards you. So where is the remaining one? Galahal’s eyes moved quickly. However, it is nowhere to be seen.
Coogugung.
At that moment, the ground shakes.
Beneath the falling corpse of a crustacean, a crustacean soars. Galahal’s eyes widen. He tries to make a hasty leap, but the crustacean is not the only thing Galahal has to deal with.
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Dragons flying in the sky howl.
Galahal’s body freezes for a moment due to the overlapping howls. It only lasts a moment, but all fights are decided in a split second.
Kwasik.
The surging crustacean bit Galahal.
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It’s over.
Watching the crustacean biting Galahal, the apostate thinks so. With Galahal in its mouth, the crustacean heads straight down to the ground.
Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!
With Galahal pinned to the ground, the crustacean noisily twisted its head left and right. Galahal’s body is torn apart, and blood and flesh splatter in all directions.
If this happens, the fight is almost over.
However, the apostate’s expectations were wrong.
The crustacean, which was shaking back and forth, stopped for a moment and could not go any further. Through the vision shared with the crustacean, the apostate sees Galahal.
Galahal is seen with half of his body swallowed and only his upper body exposed. Even in that situation, Galahal succeeded in stabbing the blade of his spear into the gap between the crustacean’s teeth.
Sigh.
The pierced spear blade pierces the crustacean’s mouth and remains lodged in the ground. In that state, Galahal twisted his body. Gallahal swung the spear, spitting out blood through his clenched teeth.
Kwasik.
The crustacean’s jawbone breaks and its mouth opens.
Galahal, who escaped from the crustacean, staggers to his feet. Blood is flowing from the bitten abdomen, and organs are about to spill out.
“···Cough.”
Coughing up blood, Galahal places his palm on his abdomen. Then, the organ is pushed in and the torn wound is grasped. The body embracing the starlight heats up, and the wounds begin to heal.
The crustacean’s eyes meet Galahal’s eyes.
Galahal’s eyes were bloodshot and red. At that obsessive gaze, the corners of the apostate’s mouth begin to rise.
“iced coffee.”
The apostate lets out an excited breath.
“What a beautiful sight this is.”
Gallahal starts to move again, coughing up blood.
It throws itself at the approaching crustacean. Despite being bitten by magical beasts, being torn apart by crustaceans, and growing accustomed to the breath of flying dragons, Galahal never stops.
Keep going.
I take a step forward, bleeding.
The sight of rushing towards the endlessly rushing demons to achieve a seemingly impossible task… is so beautiful in the eyes of an apostate.
Gleria Belle Armias reminisces about the past.
I recall the brilliant past that I cannot return to, and the brilliant brilliance shown by my colleagues who fought against the impossible. How beautiful was that brilliance?
And now.
A human with exactly the same brilliance is rushing towards him. Gleria cheers and despairs at this situation. Amidst her two conflicting emotions, Gleria laughs madly.
“————!”
A human running towards you while screaming.
A person who sets everything on fire and challenges the impossible.
The corners of the apostate’s mouth went up as if they were tearing at the sight of him, a figure worthy of being called a warrior.
“How lovely.”
But, it won’t reach.
Just like they did in the past, that light will never reach them.
Look.
Haven’t you already collapsed?
“Wow, wow…”
Galahal is lying on the floor, coughing up blood.
The demonic beasts continue to surge above them. Still, the distance between Galahal and the apostate did not diminish.
“It’s a pity.”
The apostate laughs.
She laughed because she felt sorry for the struggling human and because she loved that sight.
3.
Patter.
Blood poured out.
At first, the taste of blood filled my mouth, but I can’t even feel that anymore. The senses disappear one by one. Galahal looked at the floor with reddened eyes.
The ground is red.
I can’t tell if it’s because my vision is red or because of the blood I spilled. Galahal staggered to his feet, coughing up blood once more. Because you can’t stand still.
‘I have to go.’
We must move forward.
‘For what.’
To save.
Galahal moves his body with only one purpose in mind. The body, which has been torn and repaired repeatedly, is already broken and does not feel any pain.
Galahal walks.
There is no sound. I don’t feel any pain.
So the steps Galahal takes are light. Galahal walks with his eyes wide open. Continue.
A wave came.
I walked through the crashing waves.
Something passed by my face. One of her eyes became blind. He looked ahead through his narrowed field of vision. As your field of vision narrows, you can only see what is important. With that in mind, Galahal walked.
I have no feeling in my hands.
If you notice, one arm does not exist. Galahal swung his spear with one hand. In his fading mind, Gala Hal desperately moved his body.
Swing, stab, and lift.
Showcasing everything you have accumulated throughout your life.
The body gradually becomes lighter, but the spear wielded by Galahal becomes heavier. The spear he wields now sweeps over a wider area.
chin.
Every time I take a step, blood pours out.
The more blood I vomit, the clearer my mind becomes for some reason. The sight of Galahal wading through the waves, spattering blood, no longer resembles that of a living person.
Someone who should die is alive.
The person who should fall continues to move.
The apostate who watches this laughs. Chloe, held behind her, sheds tears. Chloe sees Galahal coming towards her without stopping. I saw him dying.
It’s miserable.
It’s a desperate fight.
A far cry from fairy tale heroes. The sight of a human being struggling in the face of death is extremely cruel. However, that is why it is sublime.
chin.
Standing at the threshold of death.
With his feet in death, Galahal advances.
At some point, little by little, the distance between Galahal and the apostate begins to shrink. Behind Galahal, mangled crustaceans are scattered around.
Suddenly.
Galahal cuts down the charging crustacean with a light swing of the spear blade. Galahal advances beyond the half-split crustacean. With determination and tenacity, Galahal moves his body.
But, cruelly.
Unlike fairy tales where everything can be achieved with determination and persistence, this is reality. As if to prove it, Galahal’s pride that he had maintained until now was broken.
Kwasik!
The window pole was broken.
The weapon blessed by the stars, which was said to not break no matter what happens, is now broken. The spear was broken. The weapon that has been with me all my life is broken in two.
A broken weapon hovers in the air.
Galahal looked blankly at the broken Holy Spear.
Broken window. Cracked spear blade.
It’s like your own life. It has already been ruined and has reached a point of no return. Galahal thinks as he looks at the weapon that has been with him his entire life.
‘Is the end approaching?’
What I held in my hand was a broken spear.
Floating in the air is a spear blade that has lost its pole.
That’s what Galahal asks.
Will you move forward, or will you stand still and broken?
‘No, not yet.’
Galahal answers the question.
Let go of the broken spear. He extends his hand toward the spear blade spinning in the air.
‘I can’t stop yet.’
A weapon is like a warrior’s half-body.
The moment the weapon breaks, the warrior is as good as defeated. However, not for Galahal.
Galahal is a warrior before he is a warrior.
Even if his body breaks, even if the weapon that has been with him his whole life comes to an end, even if his soul is broken, Galahal does not stop. Do not give up. Because a warrior must be indomitable.
Sigh.
Grab the spear blade floating in the air.
The moment I hold the spear blade, blood bursts from my hand. The advantage of the spear as a weapon has disappeared, and he continues to advance while holding the holy spear (??), which is now like a dagger.
As the end approaches, Galahal suddenly remembers a question he has had his entire life.
Talented people. These people have sharp blades that can reach disaster. Why did the star’s blessing come down to you and not to those people? Galahal could not find an answer to that question.
Humans, unable to understand the whims of the stars, have spent their entire lives searching for the answer. Man thought that his life would be a process of finding the answer.
‘iced coffee.’
And, at this moment.
A mere human gets the answer. The answer was obtained by borrowing someone’s words and words.
The reason is to create.
The answer is to find it.
If there is a will for the stars, that will lies within you.
‘Life is about proving.’
Proving the answer you found to the world.
‘So, I move on.’
To prove the answer.
Galahal grabs the holy spear. At one point he said he was running. Running with a broken leg. My body felt light. The distance narrows in an instant. The approaching demonic beasts cannot block him.
I ran and ran.
Running forward, Galahal prepares for what will be his final blow. Human obsession and starlight resonate. It was only for a moment, but Galahal’s body, which had been collapsing, accelerated. In return for that acceleration, starlight leaves Galahal’s body.
Where does the departed starlight go?
It seeps into the blade of the spear held by Galahal.
So far, Galahal has never once burst into starlight on the blade of his spear. For this blow. Gala Hal stretched out his arm, holding the fiercely flashing spear blade.
At that moment, countless futures are visible to Galahal.
···In history, there was only one person who was both a superman and a warrior. An example is the first warrior forgotten in history, Ganicalt van Galatric.
However, at this moment, another example is born.
Galahal crosses walls that don’t exist.
The moment the starlight left his body and he ceased to be a hero, he gained enlightenment. A realization that lasts only a moment. If you hold it, it will disappear, but Galahal holds on to it strongly.
The threshold of death.
A fleeting moment when life burns away.
Galahal looked. Numerous paths drawn before your eyes. A single line shining within it. That is what superhumans call the Sword Road. The only path found in countless futures.
Along the way, Galahal sharpens his spear.
The liberated starlight sets everything on fire.
Everything that stood in the way disappeared. Before you know it, there are only apostates left in front of you. Galahal let out a scream and rushed at the apostate.
This will be the last time.
I hope my window reaches you.
Galahal hoped and hoped.
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fantasy,
