〈 Episode 331 〉 Gathering (4)
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“Are you okay, senior?”
Does this look okay?
I wanted to shoot back like that, but it was difficult to even raise my voice. Raniel laughed and stood up with Kalt’s support.
Thanks to dragging myself to the floor, all my mana was exhausted, and my chest heaved and throbbed every time I exhaled. Because the archmage’s highest level spell was pierced with his bare body, there was not a single spot left intact.
‘Besides, one eye…’
I came close to going blind.
He may recover, but he will never again be able to share his senses with someone with a unique constitution like the Watcher. It was crazy to begin with. It was a crazy act that could have resulted in him becoming a person if he was not careful.
‘I briefly shared a view that only the Watcher was designed to endure, so…’
This is something I have made some preparations for.
Raniel frowned because his head was pounding. Anywhere is fine, so I want to lie down right away…
‘Still, I have to see it.’
There is still something to see with your own eyes.
There was something you absolutely had to see.
Raniel stood up from the ground, supported by Kalt. Then, with a thud, he pushed Kalt’s back.
“······.”
Kalt looks at Raniel in silence.
Raniel was about to say something, but his throat was sore that he let out a dry cough. In the end, Raniel spoke to Kalt with his mouth.
Go on, you bastard.
Kalt nods and walks forward.
Raniel looks at the back.
This is a guy who has been assisting him for a long time. He is a man who rose to the position of a superman after facing numerous trials along with himself. Kuntel’s sword (?) in Kalt’s hand glowed silver-white in the darkness.
The sight behind me feels very reassuring.
It’s not just Kalt that has grown.
At the forefront are the children, centered around Kalt, who are opposing the madman in their own way. Raniel looks at the backs of the children he taught.
Lark, Belnoir, Chloe, Ayla.
And Resty, who came down from the split ceiling on a familiar, also joins the procession. These are the people who began to stand out in just one year.
A variable that a madman could not predict.
A variable created by Raniel.
Raniel laughs as he looks at their backs. That his own time was not in vain. As others set foot at the beginning of this difficult path, where I thought I would probably be alone until the day I die.
You taught me really well.
Thinking of that, Raniel narrowed his eyes.
The sharing of senses with the Watcher had already been cut off for a long time. God’s eyes, which could see through, analyze, and understand, had left Raniel’s side. However, even without those eyes, Raniel could be confident.
The victory of the disciples he raised.
Although it is an unfounded intuition, Raniel is confident in this intuition. It has to be that way. Because their backs looked so bright in Raniel’s eyes.
divinity(??).
The newly born stars took steps towards the madman who had lived for hundreds of years.
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The madman frowned.
They are still young. They have not reached the level of superhumans, and are insignificant compared to the heroes who stood in their way hundreds of years ago. Even if there is something special about it, that’s it.
No matter how much I was beaten by Gray.
Even if my body is burning in gray flames.
You can win. You can trample on it.
The madman thought so. From the beginning, the calculation that they would be a danger to him was based on the premise that the gray wizard would be with him in the fight.
Ugh.
The madman slapped his palms together.
A shadow stretched between the palms of my hands. At the same time, dozens of circuits unfold in the sky. Most of them are burned away by the gray light that penetrates the madman’s mana…
Still, not everything disappeared.
This is enough. Since he was not given the title of Archmage for decoration, the madman utilizes the remaining circuits in the most efficient manner.
“Get up.”
Shadows flutter at the madman’s call.
Shadows pour down like a waterfall from the top floor toward the hole, and the pouring shadows turn into a torrent of swords. Waves of swords made of shadows rush towards the gods.
And then, Rak and Kalt move.
Cooung.
At the same time, at exactly the same moment, both hit the ground. All swords (?) start from one step. Each step is taken down strongly, and Rak and Kalt take the same stance.
Galatrick Ryu’s first type, Chogyeonsal.
Dog(？） Grace Ryu’s first meal, super dog meat.
Technologies with the same roots emit flashes of light at the same time. Lark swings the first holy sword, making a clicking sound from his fingers. Kalt swings the sword inherited from Kuntel. The two technologies overlap.
Sssssssssssssshhhh!
The waves of Changkal that were rushing in are breaking apart. Old debris is flying. Rak and Kalt start running along the created path.
Wiggle.
The shadow of a madman fluttered about.
The madman continues to devise circuits to respond. Thorns rise from the clearing, the terrain changes, and an oversized spell flashes from the completed circuit.
High Order, Inferno.
The shadows begin to seethe.
The temperature of the area soars in an instant. However, Lark and Kalt do not stop running. I just run through the changed terrain. What on earth do you believe?
What do they believe?
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It didn’t take long for the madman to figure it out. Distortion occurs in the space that was under the control of the madman’s mana.
Stella, the star child.
Ayla is breaking into a cold sweat and taking control of this space. The mana that was about to be completed is scattered. The madman frowns and tries to move the shadow, but that also doesn’t help.
Kiiiiing!
The madman tilted his head back for a moment.
It was a judgment based on intuition. Immediately afterwards, a platinum-colored flash passed by the madman. The shadow touched by the flash of light crumbles as if it had been burned.
A person blessed by the stars, a brave person.
Chloe is glaring at the madman with one hand outstretched. Starlight is focused again in that palm. Ayla, who is by her side, once again commands the mana blooming from her body.
Acceleration and stabilization of chanting.
‘···this.’
The madman kicks the ground.
They cast shadows everywhere and try to escape from the two swordsmen who are sprinting by tearing down walls in the area. However, it doesn’t last long.
Kwajik, kwaang!
Kalt accelerates for a moment.
A space with many walls and features.
It is the most familiar space to Kalt, the Hound. Kalt begins to accelerate, kicking away at walls and obstacles. Silver-white flashes of light intertwine and approach the madman.
Suddenly.
A flash of light passes through a corner of the shadow.
Kalt, who slipped and landed on the ground, spins around and exhales briefly. Those eyes shine menacingly even in the dark.
‘What on earth is this?’
The madman now even feels embarrassed.
Spread out the spell. They even try to push him into becoming a familiar. However, it doesn’t work. If you want to deal with numbers first…
“Get up.”
Resty’s familiars soared in equal numbers and held on to the shadows. The gray mana residing in the familiar disturbs the shadows.
When attention is attracted for a moment like that, Kalt and Lark take leap after leap using their familiars as a stepping stone. Closing the distance in an instant.
“Focus.”
Intercepting is impossible with an oversized order.
All spells are used to keep in check the warrior who is chanting at an accelerated pace from afar.
‘It’s annoying.’
It cannot be easily broken.
These are people who got on track in their own way.
Each person has a sharp side, and their strengths are maximized when they come together. Although it is not without its shortcomings, it is supplemented by borrowing from others.
It is complete.
These are already completed.
This is the point when I realized that fact. The madman realizes one thing. The fact that there is someone who is not in your field of vision. By the time he realized it, it was already too late.
widely.
Stepping on the swaying shadow, someone wearing a shadow stands right next to the madman. A shaman who made a contract with the primordial god. Belnoa grabbed the air with his hands that turned into dragon claws.
Kwasik.
The madman sees the goddess with her arms around Belnoa’s neck. I hear her sweet voice. The goddess shed her laughter at the madman.
【Where are you looking down?】
Belnoa swings the occupied space.
【Come down, you blasphemous thing.】
The texture of the wind changes.
Inside the Magic Tower, where no wind had ever blown, a violent wind begins to rage. The rushing wind entwines shadows and shadows and wraps around the madman floating in the air. drop it to the ground
Kwak-ga-ga-ga-gak!
The madman is crushed by the rushing wind.
The moment he grits his teeth and shakes off the wind, the madman sees a starlight circuit filling his surroundings. A circuit of an incredibly gigantic star.
“That’s right.”
The madman bursts into laughter.
For a moment, the shadow surrounds and protects it, but the shadow burns away in the blazing starlight. A circuit made of starlight spits out a spell.
Lieutenant spell, Burning.
Shadows are crushed by the heat.
Even though it is a middle-level spell, the shadow of a madman screams at the power comparable to a high-level spell. The remaining ashen remnants of mana consume the starlight and burn loudly once again.
As the fire burns, the madman resists.
It makes an offering to the vengeful spirit and unleashes a special spell. Shadows spread everywhere rise up and transform into a phenomenon resembling the maw of a gigantic beast. A magic spell that will devour the entire class.
However, there is something the madman overlooked.
The madman saw.
A boy stepping on pieces of stone floating in the air and leaping towards himself. The first holy sword shining brightly in the boy’s hand.
Throbbing.
The madman’s body shrinks.
The madman could not forget the pain of having his soul cut by that damned sword. Cringing, the madman inadvertently steps back. Trying to escape by weaving together shadows.
Wow.
At that moment, a flash of light cuts off the shadow woven by the madman. Kalt, who spins around and looks at the madman, expressionlessly pulls on the hilt of his sword.
Gradually.
The chain tied to the hilt of the sword burrows into the shadow of the madman. Movement becomes sluggish for a moment. In the stretched sense of time, the madman sees the situation he finds himself in.
Quaaaaaaaaaaa!
Ga-ga-ga-ga-gak!
Starlight exploded like an explosion.
A dragon storm swirling around the starlight.
It rips apart the jaws of the beast it summoned. The sediment scatters in all directions. The scattered spherical water burns into the gray mana that penetrates the shadow and disappears.
Bouncing sediment.
A shadow that sizzles and burns.
And, between them, the image of a boy holding a holy sword approaching him. The boy’s eyes, drawing a red tail, flash in the darkness. Lark leaps once again, stepping on the stone floor of the collapsing hierarchy.
Acceleration.
Lark’s body accelerates.
Steam rises from the heated body.
Lark unleashes all the spells he has stocked. His body strengthens, and the fingers grasping the hilt of the sword break with a crunching sound.
Galatric Ryu, dog(？）.
Grace Ryu’s intangible sword (無？？).
The shapeless sword draws a strange trajectory.
Suddenly.
For a moment, a flash of light divides the entire area.
A diagonal line drawn diagonally from the ceiling of a tier to the floor. The diagonal line cut the madman’s body at an angle. Starlight floods along the path left by the sword.
‘It’s a familiar sword strike.’
The madman bursts into laughter at the last moment.
be used to. It’s an incredibly familiar blow.
Although its form and perfection are poor… its foundation resembles that of the first hero, Ganicalt van Galatric. It’s ridiculous.
“···Everything is wrong.”
Damn gray.
The vision of the madman who mumbled something similar to a skull immediately turned white.
3.
Hierarchies are collapsing.
The madman tries to get up from the collapsed stone floor, but it doesn’t work out as he wants. The connection with the trash that had already been spread everywhere was lost. The shadow was consumed by the flood of starlight and burned away.
What is thus revealed is the human body.
The body of an old man was revealed through a gap in the moving shadow. The madman struggled to get up, but that only lasted for a moment.
Kwasik.
Something bit the madman’s ankle.
Unable to stand, the madman fell to his knees. When she looks behind her, a familiar in the shape of a wild dog is biting her ankle. And trudge. The sound of shoe heels echoes.
The familiar’s owner approaches him.
“······.”
Resty Eleanor.
She stops in front of the madman.
There is an article that followed her. It was originally a knight summoned by a madman, but the knight’s leadership had already been taken away by Resty.
The knight kneels before Resty.
I offer my sword to Resti with both hands. The sword is surrounded by gray mana created by Resti. Resty looks down at the madman while holding the sword. The madman tried to laugh, but no laughter came out.
It wasn’t just the knight who lost the initiative. A madman also loses control of his original master. The human being who did not lose his will until the end raises his head.
“···Lesti.”
The elder, half swallowed by the shadows, looked at Resty.
Resty chewed his lip and looked at the elder.
“okay.”
The elder laughed.
He doesn’t talk for long.
“You’ve grown up well.”
Fortunately.
Saying that, the elder closes his eyes.
Resty pursed his lips and raised his sword.
Phew.
The sword plunged into the elder’s heart.
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