〈 Episode 304 〉 How to face death (3)
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The sword of death, Ganicalt.
This monster, called the most feared disaster, always greeted humanity with a sword in its hand. Death does not have fancy magic, tens of thousands of armies, a hard shell, or flames that burn everything.
All that death possesses is a sword(?).
Nevertheless, death is more fearful than anything else.
Ganicalt, the sword of death, has reigned as a scourge for hundreds of years, and over the past hundreds of years, humanity has never once caused significant damage to death.
The first superhuman and the oldest superhuman.
As the notoriety of disasters declines and the way opens for humans to challenge them… death never opens the way.
The first and oldest warrior.
In the face of death, small tricks are meaningless.
In the face of death, superiority in numbers is worthless.
In the face of death, humans are infinitely lonely.
“Prove it.”
So, you will have to prove it.
“Pride.”
The life you built yourself.
Skills created through honing life.
“You are a prosecutor.”
All humans are equal before death.
To be fair, humans must face death with their own strength. He will have to answer the question of death with his own body, with the sword he holds in his hand.
Charrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Kyle exhales as he steps on the chain and sprints.
The breath I exhaled was hot. Sarah’s overlapping blessings heated up my body, which had accelerated to its limit. Every time you take a step, the chains you step on melt away.
Acceleration(??).
Kyle’s stellar characteristics and everything Kyle has. Starlight seeps into Kyle’s body. The holy sword shines brightly and draws out a swarm of platinum-colored light.
Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-gak!
The ground that has not even been touched cracks.
Kyle runs as a ray of light, cutting through the falling snow. Kyle swung her sword at death, which was right in front of her.
The skills that are lacking are covered by the body of a warrior.
What you lack in intuition is made up for by your excellent visual acuity.
So what Kyle is practicing is the canyon swordsmanship that Kuntel, the master of swords, had personally taught him.
The 1st sword, Chogyeonsal.
Kills with one swing.
A sword technique that cuts off the opponent’s head with a quick sword before he or she even realizes it. Kyle mimics Kuntel’s specialty by accelerating his body.
Tick, tidididik.
Things that touch the tip of a knife split.
The fluttering snow flakes, and even the airflow splits. It is a near-perfect imitation. However, it’s not perfect.
Sreung.
Looking at the blade coming towards him, Death swings the sword leisurely. The movement even looks as if time has stopped. Kyle saw in an accelerated time line.
Tick, tiddik.
The posture taken by the sword of death.
The trajectory drawn by the tip of the sword.
It is surprisingly similar to Kyle’s swordsmanship. In fact, it is more sophisticated. The sword swung without a single tremor, cutting through the entire space.
Chogyeonsal (？？？).
A technique more perfect than Kuntel’s.
Kyle has no clue, but the creator of the technology is Ganichalt. The techniques used by the swordsman, who has honed his sword to be able to cut down anything he touches, are like inevitable death.
Wow.
The moment you recognize it, what is approaching is death.
Kyle gritted his teeth and swung his sword stronger. Sword and sword clash. Technology collides with technology.
Kaang!
Naturally, it is Kyle who is pushed out.
The moment the swords meet, Kyle’s fingers break. Her sword is pushed back, filling the space it had cut, pulling Kyle forward.
Coo!
Stepping to stabilize the dragged body, Kyle thrust the blade at an angle. It is not a technique passed down in the canyon, but a swordsmanship developed by Kuntel on his own.
Ka-ga-ga-ga-gang!
Death flows down through the holy sword.
“Whoa,” Kyle feels death passing over his head. Then, with a cooing sound, a part of the canyon is cut off at an angle.
Ssssssssssssssssssssss!
The moonlight arrow arrives one beat late.
Ganicalt just stretches out his right hand towards the arrow that was fired. Monster’s hand. It grabs the flying moonlight arrow with its bare hands and crushes it.
I expected that a gap would be created, but such a thing cannot exist. With his right hand he clutches an arrow, and with his left hand Ganikalt swings his sword straight ahead.
Huh!
The tip of the sword cutting through the air drew a straight line with the sky, and fell towards Kyle like a guillotine. Kyle leaps to the side, bursting with condensed starlight. Never step back.
‘There is no use in stepping back.’
Kyle knows that fact.
The moment he leaps to the side, the sword swung by Death touches the ground. There is no loud noise. The tip of the knife digs into the ground without any resistance.
And then, suddenly.
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The sword energy extends straight and splits everything in its path. The chain that Raniel hung, the residual heat left on the ground, and the falling snow all split.
Throw in!
The sword that was stuck on the ground bounces diagonally and aims at Kyle, who leapt to the side. Even though he uses great skills, there are no loopholes. Kyle swallows his dry saliva as the blade pursues him.
Speed, completeness of technique, and strength.
I’m pushed away from it all.
Of course there is no way you can win. Kyle grits her teeth and holds her holy sword tightly. I raise the starlight and thrust the holy sword into the path drawn by Ganicalt’s sword.
Kaaaaang!
The finger, which had recovered quickly, breaks with a loud noise. Due to the overwhelming impact, Kyle’s body floats in the air, is shot like an arrow, and lands on the wall of the canyon.
Coogugung.
“Cough, cough…”
The bones in my arms were broken.
The moment the sword and sword collided, the shock wave that occurred shook the internal organs. Kyle stands up, coughing up a handful of blood. The supplemented blessing heals injuries immediately.
“Sigh.”
Kyle spits out blood and opens his eyes.
There is no time to relax. If Death holds a sword in his left hand, he can expect no mercy. The moment her eyes widen, Kyle gasps.
Cooung.
Death, who narrowed the distance by dozens of steps in just one step, swung his sword at Kyle. Kyle reflexively lowers her head, lowers her body and rolls on the floor.
Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!
The wall that Kyle was leaning against is cut loudly. The canyon collapses. In the pouring dirt, Kyle remembers.
“I know it’s hard for you to hold on.”
“I also know that I can’t swing the sword like I used to.”
“So, it’s a planned strategy.”
What the girl said.
「■■, that is, black waste.」
“Make me use it. Raise the starlight as it is and make it usable. Then the opportunity will come.”
Follow that advice.
Kyle holds the holy sword. The holy sword emits brilliant light. It’s only for a moment, but the glare of the sword of death narrows.
Throw in!
Kyle breaks through the dust and swings his sword towards death. With his body accelerating even further, Kyle unfolds his kite sword. Brilliant starlight fills the area, and Kyle’s sword moves, scattering light particles.
From top to bottom, diagonally from bottom to bottom.
Swing and swing follow.
A driving snowstorm surrounds Kyle. A sword zone is created in the area. It is a net of swords that scratches the entire area, but Ganicalt tears the net with just one swing of the sword.
However, Kyle doesn’t stop.
Rather, it goes one step further.
A platinum ring of light appears in Kyle’s eyes, even if only for a moment. Something that hadn’t occurred to me in the past few years, and the moment it occurred to me, Kyle’s sword traced a strange trajectory.
Kaang!
Kyle is the first to strike down Ganicalt’s sword, which cut through the sword net. The moment Kyle relied on the starlight to strike back his sword, Ganicalt’s eyes narrowed a little.
Ganikalt adjusts his posture for the first time.
Ganicalt’s fingers holding the sword make a clicking sound and grip the hilt more strongly. At that moment, black water flows out from the hole in the sword.
Death draws a black trail.
What Kyle draws is a platinum-colored trajectory.
The moment sword and sword collide, all the starlight and blessings surrounding Kyle’s body fly away. Blood flows from Kyle’s eyes. Nevertheless, Kyle does not let go of his sword.
Creaky legs.
The sword is gradually being pushed out.
Kyle’s knees gradually bend. Ganicalt’s sword touches Kyle’s shoulder. Blood bursts out of Kyle’s shoulder, but Kyle grits his teeth and holds on.
Hold on and shout.
“Now!”
There was a human who was moving even before that shout.
Someone jumps out of the ravine. Kyle, who was looking at the sky while parrying the sword, saw gray hair floating in the sky.
Cursed Mana.
Goo, goo, a strange mana energy spreads out in the air. It is the answer one wizard learned from defeat, and a technique for dealing with God’s side.
“Ashes to Ashes.”
Ash scatters everywhere.
Kyle grits his teeth and moves the hilt of his sword little by little. With a ticking sound, Ganicalt’s sword heads downward, scratching the holy sword.
“Curse to Ashes.”
The order is completed.
Falling from the air, Raniel throws gray flames towards the ground. Kyle sees the pouring gray flames and doesn’t think about running away. I heard that it is a spell that only swallows black waste.
Gray flames engulf Ganicalt and Kyle.
Obviously, even the black scum that nullifies all spells and the gray flames cannot be erased. The gray flames burn all the purified water that flows down from Ganicalt’s sword.
Coo!
Kyle, who barely escaped Ganicalt’s sword, rolled on the floor and threw himself backwards. Only then does Raniel prepare another spell.
Crrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Raniel, standing straight on the chain connected between canyons, slaps his palms together. The circuits remaining on the ground react with Raniel’s mana. Garnicalt, which is burning, does not react immediately. I just slowly raise my head and look up at the sky.
At that gaze, Raniel feels a moment of eerieness.
Raniel turned his head to the side, stopping the spell he was trying to unleash. He jumped off the chains. It may be a movement made instinctively, but in the end, it is the correct answer.
Wow.
The tip of the sword emerges from the flames.
If it’s a spell created by imitating a curse… if you don’t know its basis, you won’t be able to cut it. Raniel thought so, but he was mistaken. Ganicalt is a swordsman who cut down even the perfect body of a god.
Even if you don’t know the basis.
Even if you don’t know its essence.
If it exists, Ganicalt can cut it all down. The tip of the sword he swung cut through the gray flames created by Raniel. Divide the space. A huge crack appears in the air with a crackling sound.
Cracks are filled immediately.
When I blinked once, Raniel was pulled in front of Ganicalt. Ganicalt cut down the distance that existed between the two. There is no time to be embarrassed by that fact.
“···ah.”
Ganicalt extends his hand.
The monster’s hand is stretched out as if there is no need to swing the sword at someone who is not a swordsman. A huge hand blocks Raniel’s vision.
“Ugh!”
A hand grasps Raniel.
It is a grip made by weaving together the corpse of the King of Demon Beasts. Raniel’s body is crushed by a grip strength that far surpasses that of a human. Blood pours out of Raniel’s mouth.
I try to raise the spell, but the spell doesn’t come out. Spells are meaningless in the face of shadow. Vision becomes blurry and breathing becomes difficult.
That’s the moment.
With a thud, Kyle kicked the ground.
2.
In the procession of evacuation that follows.
Chloe looks back due to a sudden feeling of anxiety.
Although it happens far away, the impact is felt. The ground shakes, and the sound of something collapsing continues to echo.
Chloe can’t know about the fight that will take place there.
I just pray that you are safe.
That was the moment when Chloe prayed for Rania to be safe. A shiver ran down Chloe’s spine.
“······.”
Feeling as if all senses in the body are on edge.
Chloe feels something approaching.
“just now.”
It wasn’t just Chloe who felt it.
The same goes for Belnoa, who was standing next to him. Belle Noah looks behind her, narrowing her eyes. The gaze slowly turns towards the sky.
A black object is floating in the sky.
It gets closer. What seemed like a small dot gradually grew in size, becoming a size that could not be ignored.
Ssssssssssssssssssssss!
There is a sound of the wind tearing.
A huge object approaches, tearing the air. Soon, shadows begin to appear on the ground. The refugees, the knights who guarded them, and the Holy Knights all looked up at the sky.
Thump, thud.
Something falls.
Patter-patter.
What falls is black sediment.
Someone looks up at the sky and mutters in vain.
“···dragon?”
Floating in the sky with huge wings spread.
It’s a dragon. However, its shape is different from an ordinary dragon. Wings made of human bones, a film covered with black mucus. Black sediment is dripping from the film incessantly.
Grumble, growl.
The slime that fell on the floor makes a strange sound.
As if alive.
“Uh, uhh…”
The embarrassed knights retreat.
The commander who was commanding them also looked up at the sky blankly and muttered.
“Obviously, it was dealt with then…”
The shape of a dragon floating in the sky.
That is, the ministry of the apostate whom I heard was dealt with in Fortress Rodimel. In order to completely bury that familiar, countless knights were sacrificed.
Hechling of the Black Dragon.
A cursed dragon made using that material.
【■■——— ■■■■■■■■■■■—— ■■■■■■■!!!】
It let out a roar.
Slime pours down like rain.
The slime that touches the floor becomes a ghoul and comes to life.
Another disaster has appeared in the north.
3.
【Perform the contract.】
For a moment, Kyle’s body moved on its own.
‘Some’ of the starlight accumulated in the Holy Sword resides in Kyle’s body. The starlight, which cannot even erase the shadow, accelerates Kyle’s body beyond its limits.
Quang!
Kyle kicks the ground and jumps in.
Even Ganikalt lost sight of the movement, which accelerated for a moment, even if only for a moment. Kyle, standing with his foot in the monster’s grip, strikes down the holy sword with all his might.
Oh my gosh!
The spine wrapped around the monster’s arm shakes.
Unable to overcome the shock, his grip loosens. Raniel, who had been grabbed, falls to the floor and gasps as he holds on to the back of his neck.
Kwasik!
And, Kyle climbed on the monster’s arm and swung his sword once again. The movement is not refined. It doesn’t contain any technology. A sword wielded solely with strength… is more powerful than ever.
Kaaaaaaaa!
The moment sword and sword collide, Kyle is not pushed back as much as before. With her floating in the air, Kyle twists her body and lands with the knife on her floor.
“······.”
Ganicalt’s eyes narrow as he looks at Kyle like that.
In that light, Raniel caught a glimpse of emotion for the first time.
“What I asked you to see.”
It is anger.
“It’s my pride as a swordsman, slave of the stars.”
Shadows seethe in the flesh of the sword of death.
Beyond the evaporating scum, Ganicalt points to Kyle’s eyes. There is no platinum ring in those eyes. I also don’t feel the will.
“It’s an insult.”
Ganicalt said in a boiling voice, pointing to Kyle’s empty eyes.
“There is no pride in a sword without will. “I didn’t come here to deal with puppets.”
Ganicalt throws down his sword.
Hold the sword with your right hand, not your left. At that moment, the fading shadow surges like crazy. The rising shadow completely fills the hole in the sword, creating the perfect shape of the sword.
Ganicalt no longer sees Kyle.
The eerie light is directed at the stars floating in the sky. Ganicalt swung his sword at the star that reflected the blue sky.
“go away.”
Ganicalt swung his sword.
Damn.
The blue sky split.
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