〈 Episode 284 〉 Hero, Galahal (3)
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Gletus, the apostate, looks ahead.
Someone who should die is alive.
A human being who would not be surprised even if he died dozens of times is running towards him with his eyes wide open. The body is, of course, completely ruined.
One arm torn off.
One blind eye.
Broken and limping leg.
His face, which had vomited countless amounts of blood, was now not only pale, but even pure white.
He is an apostate who has seen countless corpses.
This saint once healed countless people as a priest.
From her perspective, the person running towards her is already dead. He is resisting death with his feet in the air.
‘I’m not trying to get away from death.’
Because I can’t die like this.
Because there is something that needs to be accomplished.
It’s just that I’m resisting until the very end.
The appearance of resisting the approaching death is bound to become ugly, but no one would dare to look at that appearance and say that it is ugly. The sight of a human being running away, spattering blood, is both terrifying and sublime.
The warrior, Galahal.
The apostate ponders that name.
The apostate remembers the name of a man who appeared for the first time in hundreds of years and was worthy of being called a warrior.
‘Ah, how…’
What a beautiful sight.
Can a person who burns his life, who puts his life on the line for others, even be brilliant? This is true salvation.
Saint, Gleria Belle Armias.
The defiled saint is distracted by the brilliant brilliance. Gleria sheds tears at the brilliance she also hoped for, and which she can no longer hope for.
Suddenly.
Every time he vomits blood or a part of his body falls off, Galahal accelerates. His steps become faster, and the blade he swings becomes sharper. The apostate saw in Galahal an image of his old comrade.
To cut what cannot be cut.
To reach what is unreachable.
The first warrior who risked his all swung his sword until half of his body was torn off. He, who was right-handed, lost his right hand, and the final blow he swung with his left cut the king’s body.
Now, past history is being recreated.
A brilliant light blinks.
When the light that struck the area faded, there was nothing left in front of the apostate. With a patter, Galahar lashes out his spear blade among the falling corpses of the demonic beasts.
I thought it wouldn’t reach, but it finally did.
All of the magical beasts protecting her have disappeared, and the masterpiece she created is currently being restored. There are no more demonic beasts left in the hands of the apostate. Galahal cut down thousands and tens of thousands of magical beasts.
‘It’s the end.’
He was defeated.
I have no choice but to admit that fact. The apostate sighs as he looks at the spear blade approaching his nose. Man was victorious and he was defeated. So, it would be natural for him to die by stabbing himself with that spear.
The apostate himself hopes so too.
A human being with brilliant brilliance.
A person who resembles my old colleague. Death to such a person is one of the long-standing desires of an apostate.
【■■ to ■■■■.】
However, that is impossible.
The shadow does not allow death to the apostate.
God wants her to live and suffer.
May her soul scream for eternity. It is the price of her contract, the karma she must pay. If God wants it so, it will happen.
However, the star wants the apostate to die.
While the opinions of the two gods clash, the god served by the apostate makes a choice. God sends his strongest warriors here.
“■■■■, ■■.”
The apostate’s mouth opens of its own accord.
The stars and shade overhear the words pouring out of his mouth. The shadow pays the price for the apostate.
Wow.
The air is torn apart, and the air flow is reversed.
Death is coming.
A judge who cannot die even after death is coming.
The most brilliant human being comes.
Now comes the first sword saint who has fallen.
Giggeek, Giggeek.
This is the moment when the space is twisted and the arm is about to pop out.
Suddenly, a flash of light erupted behind the apostate. As time slows down, the apostate cannot look back. However, even if one does not see it, the apostate knows the identity of this flash.
A miracle he used in the past.
The most powerful miracle occurs when the star’s blessing resonates with the soul created by the star. Who uses that miracle? You don’t even need to see it.
A girl who was so scared that she thought she couldn’t do anything.
The girl was coughing up blood and flashing light.
2.
Chloe sees Galahal.
Unlike himself, who is trembling because it is difficult to even breathe in the face of disaster… there is a hero there who fights head-on against disaster.
“Cough, cough.”
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Chloe sees the person she admired dying, coughing up blood. Even as she is dying, she witnesses the end of her body being burned.
What is the cause of that death?
It’s in yourself.
That fact is painful for Chloe.
Someone better than you sacrifices yourself to save yourself. In this situation, what lingered in Chloe’s ears were the words a warrior had once told her.
“A hero refers to those who live off someone else’s blood.”
Now I know what that means.
It was only now that Chloe understood the meaning of the painful expression that Destel made at that time. It’s painful. really. Chloe bit her lip.
I hate myself for being helpless.
Because I can’t do anything, I hate myself for having to swallow someone’s blood. It has been like that since the past. The image of Bellenoir rescuing her, covered in blood, flashed before Chloe’s eyes.
Nothing has changed since then, nothing.
Chloe slowly raises her arms, hating herself for being helpless. Seeing the hero fighting against disaster, the girl who was influenced by the hero stretches out her trembling hands.
To be helpful.
To do something.
【······.】
That’s the moment.
【···Do you want it?】
Someone whispered in Chloe’s ear.
It sounds like the voice of a star, but it is a soft human voice, different from the dull voice of a star. That voice resembles his own voice.
【Then, follow me.】
Someone grabs Chloe’s arm.
He moves with his hand wrapped around her. What Chloe’s moving fingers draw is the first circuit. An original circuit created tens of thousands of years ago.
A miracle in which the first guide to the stars burned away the shadows cast on the ground.
That miracle is now unfolding through Chloe’s hands.
Starlight bursts from the circuit. It is different from the starlight Chloe knew. Unlike starlight that gently waves, it is rough starlight like a torrent.
Raw, unrefined starlight.
The starlight is still weak.
It is an insignificant light compared to the miracles used by past guides and the first saints. However, the light clearly reached the apostate.
Just as in the beginning a little light drove away the shadows.
Light drives out shadows that resemble shadows.
Death, which was spreading out in space, stops. It was a split second that the arm stopped. However, all fights are decided in a split second.
“···aha.”
The apostate laughs. Along with laughter, a handful of blood came out of her mouth.
Sigh.
The broken holy spear became lodged in the apostate’s heart.
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Blooming extra senses.
Numerous futures pass before our eyes.
Galahal caught a glimpse of that future.
The blade of Galahal’s spear was stuck in the heart of the apostate. For the first time since the fight began, the apostate vomits blood. Instead of stopping there, Galahal pushed the spear a little deeper.
“Tap,” he said.
I feel the sensation of something breaking.
Immediately after, the apostate vomited blood again. Blood flows from her red eyes. However, she is smiling as if she is blissfully happy.
“You win, kid.”
So, said the apostate.
“stop. Ganichalt.”
Galahal raised his head.
There is a blade pointed at my neck. It is death that holds the sword that approaches silently. Ganicalt, the sword of death, was glaring at Galahal.
He holds the sword with his left hand from the beginning.
There is no way to know whether it is to pay respect to a dying warrior or to be wary of an enemy. Ganicalt withdrew his sword without saying a word.
“······.”
However, he is still looking at Galahal. Even under Ganicalt’s gaze, Galahal is not frightened. Because he is already resisting the approaching death.
“Cough.”
Coughing up blood, Galahar let go of his spear.
However, it still doesn’t collapse. Galahal staggered past the apostate. Behind the apostate is Chloe, who has collapsed.
“I’m here to save you, Chloe.”
Galahal forced a smile and helped Chloe stand up. He then starts walking with the unconscious Chloe on his back. The wobbly steps are unstable.
Every time I take a step, blood pours out.
Rejecting the imminent death, Galahal walks. He continues to walk the same distance he ran. There are two people watching him as he walks away.
“name is.”
The first hero asks.
The first saint answered.
“Galahal.”
she added.
“A hero.”
Even though she is bleeding, she is smiling.
As if he was so happy about this situation that he couldn’t help it.
She reflects on what she lost in this fight.
many. There are so many.
I lost all my magical beasts.
Neither the crustacean she was proud of nor the army of demonic beasts she had gathered for hundreds of years remain. The shadow will no longer pay the price for itself, and will have no choice but to watch its own death.
“Ha, aha.”
The apostate smiles at the death that is truly just around the corner.
A broken laugh continues to leak out from between her teeth. The apostate laughed as if he was bleeding.
The sword of death lifted her up with one arm.
Ganicalt looks at Galahal’s back as he walks away.
The first superman recognizes at a glance the level that Galahal has achieved. Ganicalt spoke quietly as he looked at the true superman he had met for the first time in hundreds of years.
“You cut down the wall.”
A level that only he has reached in human history.
Ganicalt pays homage to his peers who have achieved the same level as him.
As a prosecutor, and as someone who was once a warrior.
3.
Galahal walked and walked.
The lost senses return one by one.
The first thing that comes back is apperception. The pain of your body collapsing cannot be expressed in words. Galahar gritted his teeth and walked on.
One step, one more step.
I walked toward a passage that seemed far away.
The body that used to be light is now heavy. It was so heavy that I had to catch my breath with every step.
‘Not yet.’
Since Galahal cannot fall, he endures the pain and walks. There really isn’t much left now.
『I stood up because I couldn’t fall down.』
Funny enough, what comes to mind at this moment is a heroic story I read as a child.
『A hero is a being who defeats the enemy. People say it is a sword that cuts down disaster. However, my thoughts were different.』
Ganur, the warrior of salvation.
He said that he saved countless people.
『Saving people.』
『Protecting humans from disaster.』
『Salvation is the value that a warrior should pursue.』
You must fight to save, not to kill. Galahal lived while pondering those words. He believes that even though he is weaker than others, he can become a warrior who saves others.
That there must be something you can do.
Galahal lived his life believing and believing that there must be a reason why the stars gave him such strength.
Was that life worth it?
At the end of that life, did you find the answer?
‘I got the answer.’
The value was definitely there.
The path he has walked and the life he has endured support Galahal’s collapsing body. Add 1 second to the closing time of Galahal.
Add 1 second, add 1 second.
Galahal finally arrives at the door.
Raniel is standing in front of the door. The moment he made eye contact with Galahal, Raniel’s eyes wavered.
“Raniel.”
Galahal laughed.
“I kept my promise.”
I saved it.
Muttering that, Galahar put Chloe down outside the door. At that moment, Galahal cried out and blood poured out. Those eyes become blurry.
“I saved it…”
With those last words, Galahal’s body tilted.
Raniel caught Galahal as he fell. The body was terribly cool and light.
Because it is so light.
It’s so cold.
It could not possibly be considered a living human body.
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