I Quit the Hero’s Party Chapter 328

〈 Episode 328 〉 Gathering (1)

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The gray magic tower that had been swallowed up by the shadows was once again consumed by flames. The strong flames burn the shadows and create a path to the inside of the magic tower. The role of fire does not stop there.

Tick, tidik.

A gray flame burns.

The sparks that jump out meet the ashes and begin to flicker. Immediately afterwards, a loud noise erupted along with a flash of light that turned the entire area pure white.

Kwaaaaaaaaaa!

The ground shakes with the loud noise that erupts immediately after the flash.

The square where the gray magic tower was built shakes, and the entire royal capital shakes along the roads and roads leading through the square.

I flinch.

The knights who were blocking the magical beasts, the magical beasts who were clawing at the shields put up by the knights, and the traitors who commanded them all stopped. Stopping, they raise their heads and look at the same place.

Gray Magic Tower.

The tower that has been part of the kingdom’s history for many years is now burning down. The flames that enveloped the gray magic tower started from beneath the ground and continued all the way up to the high sky.

A straight line of fire extending from the ground to the sky.

The flame is like a kind of signal or beacon.

···From ancient times, flames have been considered sacred, burning demons. In reality, flames are not sacred, but people considered fire to be sacred after seeing the flames that light up the darkness.

The same is true now.

A flame that devours the shadow cast on the Magic Tower.

The knights feel sacred in the brilliant flames rising to the sky. Flames also bloom in the eyes of the knights looking at the flames.

Heroes are with us.

The beacon of counterattack rose.

The knights scream and chase the beast. The situation begins to turn. And, the flames did not only reach the nearby knights.

Those who are looking for a way to go from afar.

The beacon serves as a guide to the heroes who will lead the next generation. Come here. Here, there is an enemy you must deal with. They move according to the guidance of the beacon.

2.

The depths of an underground waterway teeming with demonic beasts.

They send demonic beasts to the ground, and the hunting dogs jump into the place where the renegades who create the demonic beasts are gathered. The blades of the Hounds glow beautifully in the darkness.

A place where no one’s eyes can reach.

The hounds deal with traitors who have rebelled against the royal family in the dark. And, there is one man who stands at the forefront.

Guarder, Kalt.

The swordsman who has ascended to the position of superhuman draws his sword (?).

The sound of the blade vibrating quietly echoes through the underground waterway. The busy hunting dogs suddenly stop. They take a few steps back in silence.

They are not needed where superhumans run rampant.

As they took a step back, Kalt took a step forward as if he had been waiting. At the same time as the sound of light footsteps echoed, Kalt’s new model disappeared for a moment.

Okay.

Sliding, Kalt arrives at the end of the underground waterway. The renegades are appalled by the presence of Kalt, who suddenly appears behind them, but they cannot bear to turn their heads. It has to be that way.

Huh.

Kalt swings his sword lightly.

The blood on the tip of the knife flew into the air. Immediately after, a silver-white sword path (？？) appears along the path that Kalt passed. It is the trace that Kalt’s sword grazed.

Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssww!

Demonic beasts, traitors, and even flowing waterways are all cut off. Blood splatters everywhere. Kalt pointed at the corpses with the tip of his knife.

“Deal with it.”

As the Hounds drove stakes into the hearts of the renegades trying to regenerate, Kalt cut through the bars of the underground waterway and rose above ground.

A swarm of demonic beasts.

The scent of demonic beasts wafting in the air.

A smell reminiscent of a battlefield pervades the streets. I feel familiarity in places that shouldn’t feel familiar. Kalt narrows his eyes at that fact.

Sreung.

He takes his stance again.

The moment Kalt caught his breath to wield the quick sword he had learned from Kuntel, a master swordsman, the ground he stepped on shook. Immediately afterwards, a roar erupted.

Kalt looks up.

A pillar of fire appeared in the center of the royal capital.

The moment he saw that, a smile formed on Kalt’s face.

As far as Kalt knows, there is only one person who could do something so crazy. Kalt adjusts his sword with a smile on his face.

Kalt starts running, swinging his sword.

Kalt sweeps away the demonic beasts and races toward the place his senior calls him. A silver-white sword path crossed the royal capital covered in demonic beasts.

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Demonic beasts appeared simultaneously in the royal capital.

Aplia Academy also could not avoid the appearance of the demonic beast. With demonic beasts emerging from under the ground and from underground waterways, the school staff were frightened and moved to protect the students…

Aplia’s students are not weak enough to deserve their protection. What the students who ran to the dormitory saw were mangled beasts lying around.

A boy stands in the center.

A boy wiping away blood while holding an ax hanging down.

Northern warrior Rak Van Grace.

Behind him, students from the Department of Combat Magic are lined up. Under the demonic beast’s raid, they did not panic. Rather, the students are tearing the magic beast to pieces with their bare hands, as if testing the results of their learning.

They go outside the dormitory.

After passing by the embarrassed students, they begin hunting down the demonic beasts roaming around Aplia. A traitor blocks their path, but only responds to the ax wielded by Lark.

‘He fights very well.’

The academic staff watching them and the knights stationed in Aplia are astonished. Although Lark’s performance stands out, the Combat Magic students who follow the boy are also not lacking in dealing with magical beasts.

Utilization of combat magic based on martial arts.

I rip out the jaws of the charging demon beast and shatter its back with a spell. So, we finish each task with certainty, trampling on the monsters that are lying limp on the floor.

‘What is that…’

It’s a move that even knights hold out their tongues about.

The students’ movements are extremely skillful, as if they have experienced all of this. It’s a movement like a knight on the battlefield.

One of the reporters who couldn’t see the performance asked a question to the academic staff.

“What on earth do those kids usually learn…?”

With a truly obvious question ringing out, Lark rushed towards the traitor commanding the demonic beast. He splits the head with one blow (1?), and rips out the renegade’s heart, which is the medium of regeneration, with another blow (2?).

Lark runs away covered in blood.

Heating.

Red eye lights draw a tail.

Lark threw himself into the crowd of demonic beasts.

Then, he starts swinging the ax at random.

Kwak, Kwasik. Right!

Lark, who shows moves more beastly than beasts, begins to slaughter the demonic beasts. The movement was already far beyond the student’s level. The level of knights on the battlefield is also a move that has been surpassed a long time ago.

Galatric dog(？）.

Grace style first meal, beef shoulder.

The air around the area stirred, and the corpses of the demonic beasts flew into the sky. Flesh fell like rain. Faced with pouring blood, Lark jumps again towards the group of other demonic beasts.

Movements close to that of a superhuman.

Using his extra senses, limited future vision, and physical abilities approaching that of a superhuman, Lark slaughters the demonic beasts. While the massacre was unfolding, Lark raised his head and looked into the distance at the shock that shook the ground.

A rising pillar of fire.

Looking at the pillar of fire, Lark sighed and shook off the flesh and blood on the axe. The reason was unknown, but Lark had a strong feeling that it was calling him.

Lark walks toward the flames.

Lark wasn’t the only one who received the signal.

“···That one.”

Shadow Shaman Belnoa, who was dealing with a traitor in front of the Black Magic Tower, also saw the same thing as Lark. The fire is calling to you. Belnoir instinctively feels that he must head there.

[Let’s go, contractor.]

By borrowing the power of the primordial god, Belnoa’s fingers are covered in scales. Belnoir walks with the dry wind. Next to her is Chloe, who leads the brilliant light.

“I have work to do.”

The fourth princess, Ayla, moves alone, leaving behind her guard.

“King, princess! “It’s dangerous…!”

The embarrassed escort tries to stop her, but Ayla shows off the renegades with just a snap of her finger.

Stella, a child loved by the stars.

Stella dominates the flow of the area.

There are only a few magicians who can manipulate mana under her domain, and Ayla, whose talent has blossomed, commands everything within the domain.

The demonic beasts collapse.

The traitors collapse, coughing up blood.

Every time she takes a step forward, those who enter the area kneel and bow their heads. It is truly an ability fit for a ruler. Ayla bows down to everyone who comes into view and moves towards the pillar of fire.

gather together

Those who have grown in their own way receive a signal and gather towards the center of the royal capital.

Heroes gather.

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There is a gathering radiance.

Brilliant radiance gathers towards this place.

The madman looking at it from the top floor of the gray magic tower frowned.

···For this day’s reversal, the madman calculated countless things. From the highest point of the capital, he ascertained the strength of the capital and predicted the deployment time of the warriors and the scope of their activities.

I deleted the variable again and again.

I’ve been hiding for the best time.

The only variable that existed was the gray wizard, and with Skebal holding onto that variable, he was sure there would be no other variables. The madman was strongly confident that he would be able to achieve his dream.

The plan was perfect.

The calculation was also perfect.

The renegade’s power cannot be stopped by knights alone, and even if the wizards of the Magic Tower join, they cannot prevent some time from being wasted. And, that was enough.

Just taking time is enough.

While taking time, the magical beasts will increase the damage, and the screams of those bitten by the magical beasts will accelerate the completion of the spell. The completion of the spell will be accelerated, and soon the royal capital will be engulfed in darkness.

That was the madman’s plan.

The calculations made by the madman for this plan were correct. The madman’s calculations were accurate, based on the year before when he had finished his calculations and discarded Isaac’s body.

However, not now, a year later.

Only one year had passed, but a variable that the madman had not expected occurred in the royal capital. The madman glares at the brilliance that gathers here.

A prosecutor who rose to the position of superhuman.

A northern warrior who inherited the first holy sword.

A shaman who made a contract with the primordial god.

A warrior with two starlight.

A star child who is independent from the stars.

And, the madman looks back at himself.

The girl who should be bound by the shadow is tearing it away. The madman burst into laughter as he looked at the girl with the eyes of a god.

“This is ridiculous.”

It’s only one year.

He had been calculating for such a long time… but a variable that occurred in just one year disrupted the madman’s plan. The chessboard that the madman had been constructing fell over. Even when the tables are turned, the madman does not despair.

Instead, he bursts into laughter.

The madman bursts into laughter at this ridiculous situation, a joke that cannot be laughed at if the plan was ruined by a twist that he could not have imagined, or by variables that occurred in just a moment compared to hundreds of years.

“I didn’t think about it. I can’t think. “Who would expect that so many variables would emerge in just over a year?”

To a madman, it’s just a moment.

However, for someone who has wasted their remaining life, it feels like an eternity. That relative time turned the once certain future into a labyrinth.

Now even a madman can’t predict the outcome.

The madman looks down, assessing the uncertain future. There is a wizard standing there. Clutching the charred skull in his hand, the wizard raises his head. I look at the madman.

Blue eyes mixed with gray sparkle.

She slowly raised her arm and pointed at the madman with the tip of her finger. She twitched the corner of her mouth and let out a smile.

“wait.”

I am going right now.

Creepy.

The madman feels a shiver run down his spine.

Hundreds of years ago, the great sage also looked at himself with those eyes. Even if we skip hundreds of years, the madman applauds the gray will that appears here in Hanyang.

Yes, Raniel van Trias.

A wizard who carries on the goddamn gray will.

It’s you after all.

Only you create the variables for everything.

Only you have eyes like mine.

The corner of the madman’s mouth was torn apart.

“Come and see sometime.”

Take the variables you created and come to me.

Try blocking my plan once.

I will wait for you here.

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fantasy,