If you don’t want to regret, do your best.
Chloe pondered those words and got up from the bed. Although Rania has already left her place, the artifact she left behind remains here. A circular transmitter and a cube-shaped artifact.
Chloe walked while wearing it.
Although my body throbbed, I had recovered enough to be active. If you leave her treatment room and take a few steps forward, there is a power station that Rania has arranged for you. These people have a different vibe from the knights who roam the base.
Armor full of scratches.
Weapons with scuff marks and shields with soot left on them.
Those who have survived on the battlefield for a long time exude a unique sharp aura. One of them broke away from the group and came towards Chloe. The man standing at the head of the search party.
A man wearing light armor and a robe.
The pattern engraved on the man’s pauldron is the symbol of a magic knight and a symbol of a special task force that is deployed in all kinds of dangerous operations.
“Meeting the warrior, Chloe.”
A man from the special task force saluted Chloe. That face looked somewhat familiar to Chloe. A face he had seen before.
“This is Rox from the special task force.”
He revealed his name.
Turbulent Rocks, a magic knight from Aplia graduates.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, Chloe.”
This is Rox, who originally served as Galahal’s aide.
I had already heard rumors about Chloe, the most brave of warriors, and one who would carry on the will of Galahal. There were often points of contact on the battlefield.
“I heard the story from Rania.”
Rox let out a short breath.
“I will join you.”
I will join you.
Chloe’s eyes widened slightly at those words. It was originally Galahal’s speaking habit, and now it has become Chloe’s speaking habit. Rox met our gaze and smiled bitterly.
Even after Galahal’s death, Rox remained on the battlefield.
He made numerous achievements on large battlefields and participated in dangerous operations without hesitation. As a result, he became the head of the special task force, and was often deployed on special missions like the current one.
“…Thank you for your cooperation.”
Chloe closed her eyes, clutching the collar of the robe that Belnoir always wore with her hand. When he opened his closed eyes, Chloe’s eyes no longer wavered.
“······.”
Green eyes face forward.
Chloe took a step forward, checking the direction the transmitter was pointing. Her knights in formation follow her and begin to move.
The formed search party is headed to the dark place of the Demon Lord.
They moved toward the depths of the Demonic Land.
2.
Surviving is Belnoa’s specialty.
Since I spent my childhood in an environment where that was inevitable, this is probably natural. What else could a child abandoned in the deep alleys of a slum learn for the first time?
‘It’s probably the only way to survive.’
They survive by searching through trash cans, picking up things that others have thrown away, and hiding in the dark. They react sensitively to danger and look for places out of sight of others. That was the first knowledge Belnoa learned.
‘···Reminds me of the old days.’
Knowledge that Handong had no use for.
However, it can also be called the root that lies at the very center of oneself and the basis of oneself. Belnoa moved while groping for it. He climbed the tree without any trace.
‘Secure the field of vision first.’
Hiding himself among the tangled branches and branches, Belnoa looked down. The Demon King’s army was searching the forest like a rat. They often looked up at the sky, but could not find Belnoa, who was hidden in shadow.
They muttered as they left the forest, unable to find any trace. Belnoa listened to that voice.
“The prophet said it would have fallen at this point… but it seems it was too late.”
“It looks like he’s already left.”
“Then we will have to expand the radius and search nearby. First, little by little from here…”
What they hold in their hands as they talk.
Belnoir narrowed his eyes and confirmed. What they were holding in their hands was a map. Belnoa’s head spun rapidly, weighing the values.
If you fight, you will always be discovered.
Even if they are annihilated, their location will be exposed because the soldiers they sent to search have disappeared.
However, even considering the risk, Belnoa felt the need to take away their items. Maps and simple food. And if you’re lucky, even a potion. The scale tipped in an instant. Belnoir makes a choice.
“······.”
In the darkness, Belnoir stretched out his arms.
A thin shadow flowed from the tip of the fingernail. A shadow like a thread. Those threads were draped over the head of the Demon King. On the shoulders, nape of the neck, forearms, ankles. This is the moment when the variously draped threads come in contact with the devil’s army.
“Shoot,” said Belnoa, pulling the thread.
“100 million!”
“Big!”
The moment the soldiers’ bodies floated in the air attached to the tangled thread, Belnoa’s lips moved. It’s simple to pronounce, but it’s the most efficient spell at the moment.
Shadow Thorn.
Thorns protruded from the thinly stretched thread.
While the soldiers whose bodies had been pierced were bleeding and falling down, Belnoa came down from the tree. With a thud, Belnoa landed lightly and began searching through the corpses of the soldiers.
“Wow, wow…”
There was one soldier whose throat was pierced but who survived. Belnoir expressionlessly snapped the soldier’s neck and snatched the map the soldier was holding.
The moment Belnoir opened the stolen map, he could not help but let out a long sigh.
“···I’m going to turn.”
A map with brief information on the front lines.
Even if we estimate the distance to the nearest front line, it was over ten days. That meant that I had to survive inside this demon world for at least ten days.
Survival for ten days.
Belnoa made a sound and pressed his side. The fluid leaking from the wound was staining the hem of his clothes yellow. Belle Noah clicked her tongue.
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‘Injuries, and limited food.’
The food captured from the soldiers was pickled in demonic energy. If an ordinary person eats it, it is actually poisonous. If I were in a hurry, I would pour it out, but I really wanted to leave that as a last resort.
‘You have to survive for 10 days with this.’
There will be pursuers and sometimes you will have to fight. The closer we got to the front, the more difficult it would be to avoid battle, and to do so, we had to preserve our strength.
However, basically, the devil is not an environment suitable for human life. Everything here was like poison to humans, and it wasn’t even possible to get a sip of water.
To be honest, it’s difficult. very.
No matter how good a person is, long-term survival is difficult in a place where food and water are not properly supplied. Even more so if you are injured or in the middle of enemy lines.
[What are you thinking?]
“I just thought it would be difficult.”
The voice of the goddess was heard just as I was about to deepen my thoughts. Belle Noah relaxed her frozen expression and let out a long breath.
“There is a very long way to go.”
[I guess so. Because it is a deep place in the demon world.]
“Yes, by any chance, I can’t control dragons or anything like that. “I don’t think it would be as comfortable as flying around on a dragon.”
[Unfortunately, it is impossible. Because all the dragons under my command lost their lives. The remaining dragons are children who do not even recognize their monarch. There is no way I can hear you.]
It’s deplorable. She murmured that the goddess was like that.
Belnoya said this as a joke, but it seems the goddess didn’t take it as a joke. For some reason, Belle Noah smiled bitterly at the voice of the goddess who seemed gloomy.
[Ah, but that child defeated all the dragons. In the simplest way.]
“The simple way?”
[fear.]
The goddess shrugged her shoulders.
[The dragon kneeled in front of the child just by making eye contact. She bowed her head and obeyed.]
There was only one person whom the goddess called ‘that child’. Belial, a shaman who lived hundreds of years ago.
‘As far as I know… the most powerful shaman.’
It was also the level that Belnoa was aiming for.
“Then, if you become a dragon like him…”
[Don’t do it.]
The goddess cut off Belnoa’s words.
[Because you won’t be able to come back.]
At first glance, the goddess appears to be relaxed and willing to listen to anything, but there is clearly something wrong with her. She, the goddess, thrust her face into Belnoa.
Black eyes, blood mixed in them.
[The act of changing part of your body and soul into that of a dragon is ultimately taboo. Although I am skeptical about taboos, there is a reason why taboos are taboos.]
There’s a price to pay.
A very high price.
[Yonghwa itself will be impossible for you now, but even if you become able to do it later, don’t try it. I won’t accept that deal.]
The goddess looked a little sad.
[One tragedy is enough.]
Belnoir nodded slowly.
3.
Near Artia, where the barrier is spread.
Numerous wizards gathered around the barrier were pouring in their mana to suppress the barrier. Dozens of high-ranking magicians and magic knights were brought in from nearby battle lines, even using physical means to suppress the barrier.
“Magic stone, magic stone!”
While the upper-grade magic stones that had lost their shine were rolling around on the floor, new magic stones were transported. The wizards who replaced the magic stones on their staffs again cast spells toward the barrier.
This is not a spell to dismantle the barrier.
A spell aimed solely at suppressing the barrier and interfering with something unfolding inside the barrier.
Dozens of high-ranking wizards have gathered here, and all they can do is interfere. There was no intention from the beginning to break through or dismantle the barrier. The moment they encountered the barrier, the gathered wizards realized the reality.
‘Can’t be broken, never.’
It’s something unknown.
Humans are shabby in front of a huge wall. The wizards took out their wands even though they were acutely aware of the futility of the magic path they had walked. They want to do what they can.
‘But it is possible to suppress it.’
Futility is a feeling you feel every day when you are on the battlefield. It was a day or two of despair in front of the huge wall. The wizards, who were now accustomed to finding things they could do, consumed large amounts of magic stones to suppress the barrier.
“Huh…”
Wizards who have collapsed from mana exhaustion draw circuits with potion bottles in their mouths. Running nosebleeds, shaking eyes, trembling fingers. However, it is a stick that I will not let go of. The area was filled with lost magic stones and empty potion bottles.
···Of course, this is not a fundamental solution.
What wizards are doing now is just a waste of time. Because they cannot dismantle the barrier. However, all of this may not be meaningless.
“Just until he comes…”
they are waiting
Someone who always responds to their efforts. Someone who will make sure that all of this doesn’t just end up in vain.
Patter.
The wizard who was working on the circuit stumbled, bleeding from his nose. It is a symptom of mana exhaustion. The wizard, who was trying to open the potion bottle with trembling hands, ended up dropping the potion.
The sound of a potion bottle breaking rang out.
It was the moment when the wizard had no strength to stand anymore and was about to collapse in his seat. Someone grabbed the wizard’s shoulder. This is the moment when the wizard, who did not fall thanks to that, looks back.
“···ah.”
A short exclamation.
With wide-open eyes, the wizard looked at the person holding his shoulder. Blue eyes, gray hair. And a woman wearing a platinum-colored robe, like the symbol of a warrior.
“Good work.”
She said briefly.
She tapped the wizard’s shoulder a couple of times, then passed him and headed forward. Every time she passed by her, the wizards lowered their wands. I let out the breath I had been holding and collapsed in my seat, and someone collapsed to the ground.
I endured it. Or endured it.
With such sentiments in mind, the wizards burst into laughter.
It has to be that way. They saw the back of a person who passed by them and stood in front of everyone. She is not heavily armed, nor does she hold a symbolic weapon like other warriors.
Still, it doesn’t matter. That existence itself is a symbol.
Hero Rania Van Trias.
Or, a wise man. Or, a guide. Or, the Archmage.
Or, a wizard who challenges divine status.
The being that the wizards were anxiously waiting for arrived on the battlefield. All the wizards lowered their wands as they watched the woman standing closer to the barrier than anyone else. I stopped squeezing out mana.
Took.
All the circuit lights that had not turned off over the past few days went out. So, in front of the dark barrier, Rania spread her arms wide.
“Leave the rest to me.”
In the dark.
A platinum-colored flash flashed.
Hwaaaaaaaaa!
And, the wizards saw.
Even before the flash disappears, thousands of circuits unfold in the air. A circuit that shines brightly in platinum color. A huge amount of mana begins to shine and overflow.
Right after.
A magical landscape that is always in darkness because the sun never rises. A platinum-colored sun rose in the middle of the magical landscape.
fantasy,
