Canyon of the Sword, Galatric.
Nowadays, this place is more often referred to by the informal name ‘Sword Tomb’ rather than the name ‘Sanctuary of the Sword’. No humans have been allowed to visit this place for decades, and humanity has not even dared to approach Galatric.
Let alone recapturing Galatric, even expanding the front line in Galatric’s direction was considered crazy.
There was a reason why that had to be the case.
In this place called the Tomb of the Sword, the most fearful disaster, the tangible death, resided.
The sword of death, Ganicalt.
Ever since the day when the Canyon of the Sword collapsed and humanity retreated greatly, Galatric has always been there.
It was considered suicidal to approach Galatric, the site of the most feared disaster. In order not to provoke death, which is an undeniable disaster, mankind has designated the area around the Tomb of the Sword as a ‘prohibition zone’.
‘But that was a long time ago.’
Kalt swallowed dry saliva.
There is no more sword of death here. My senior declared that the fearful disaster was not here, but deep in the demon world.
“Ganikalt is not there.”
“The sword of death will be waiting for a challenger at the peak of the Demonic World.”
There is a reason why my senior, who is not easily sure of something, was so confident. So, there was no way Ganikalt would appear here.
There shouldn’t be any.
“that.”
So, what does that mean?
“Why is that…”
A slope created by piled up debris.
Kalt, who was looking down from the top of the slope, pointed to the center of the canyon. The temple that Kuntel told us about was the place of trials for sword practitioners. A sword was stuck in the center of the now collapsed temple.
A huge greatsword.
A blade with a hole in it.
That is a symbol of disaster. Ganikalt’s symbol, the sword of death, was stuck there. There is no way I can forget that sword. While Kalt shuddered, Lark frowned.
“···No water flows from the sword.”
“what?”
“That great sword.”
Lark pointed to the great sword stuck in the center of the temple.
“Isn’t the sediment flowing out of the original hole? “Like starlight flowing down from the sword I hold…”
Lark grabbed the air.
What finally appeared was a greatsword with exactly the same shape as the greatsword stuck in the center of the temple. Platinum-colored starlight was streaming down from the hole in the great sword.
“surely···.”
Kalt nodded slowly.
The only thing lying there is a sword. There is no sign of death anywhere. After a brief exchange of glances, Kalt and Rak went down the slope.
Sigh.
The two slid down the slope, took their stance, and walked towards the sword. Even though the distance was sufficiently narrowed, no change occurred in the stuck sword.
‘If you stretch out your hand, you can reach it.’
However, neither Lark nor Kalt reached for the sword. Because my intuition is ringing an alarm. The two unconsciously felt that they should not reach for that sword.
Swish.
Kalt picked up pebbles rolling on the floor and threw them toward the sword. The moment I touched the large sword with pebbles stuck in it…
Crispy.
It crumbled into powder.
When I narrowed my eyes and looked at it, the great sword had a cool sword tinge to it. A sharp sword that cuts down everything that comes near it.
“I’m going to be amazed.”
Kalt stuck his tongue out.
It is ridiculous to have sword energy wrapped around a sword that is not even in your hand. There was no way there could be two beings capable of such a ridiculous thing.
“It’s just that the water isn’t flowing, but I think it’s the sword of death, right? “I don’t know why it’s here…”
“…I don’t think I can touch it.”
Kalt nodded.
It was just as Lark said. Kalt lightly swung his sword, but Kaaaaaa! It just bounced off with a sound. It might be possible if you set an angle and hit it…
‘···I guess there’s nothing good about stimulating it.’
Kalt had a hunch that he shouldn’t touch it.
Kalt glanced at Lark, wary of the sword stuck in the ground. The place where the gaze is pointing is where the remains of the temple are.
“Finish the Holy Grail search as quickly as possible. “I feel like I shouldn’t stay here for long.”
Retrieve the Holy Grail and leave this place.
Kalt was not mistaken about the given mission.
“All right.”
Rak nodded and gestured to Natida. As Lark searched through the pile of rubble with Natida who had come down the slope, Kalt slowly caught his breath.
“Whoa…”
Taking a deep breath.
Kalt dragged the raised blade low.
“Sreung,” a low sword sound rang out.
Senses sharper than ever.
With the great sword wielded by disaster in front of him, Kalt felt an ominous feeling for some unknown reason. There are no signs of ominousness. The future glimpsed through the extra senses is also quiet.
But still, Kalt feels ominous.
This is not the feeling of a superhuman. Intuition as a soldier who has lived on the battlefield for many years. That intuition was ringing an alarm. Something is about to happen.
Although Kalt is not overconfident with his intuition.
However, I do not take this lightly.
Sword energy bloomed from the low-drawn blade.
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A sword that is extremely sharp. Kalt narrowed his eyes as the stones that touched the tip of the knife split apart with a tick. Senses sharper than ever take in all information. What comes into view. A tremor in the air. The texture of the blowing wind. Everything you can feel.
so that.
Kalt was able to react.
The cry of a demonic beast resembling an eagle screaming in the sky. The movement of the thing that had been wandering around the sky of the Tomb of the Sword in a certain orbit a while ago has changed.
Whoosh, Kalt’s head turned towards the sky.
What the gaze is focused on is a demonic beast flying high in the sky. The moment the demonic beast’s bubbling body came into view, Kalt’s extra senses rang an alarm. The information necessary to predict the future was provided. Based on the information, Kalt saw the future a few seconds from now drawn before his eyes in an instant.
There is no hesitation.
Kalt swung his sword straight away.
Perfect posture, perfect breathing, perfect strike.
As the fired sword energy soared into the sky, the jaws of the flying demon beast opened as if torn apart. What protruded from the gaping maw was an arm larger than the beast’s size.
Squeak, squeak.
The huge arm extending from the demon beast’s throat was bent. The bent arm grabbed the lower jaw of the demonic beast it had protruded from. As the beast’s body swelled further, another arm protruded from the beast’s throat.
Lower jaw with one hand.
Upper jaw with the other hand.
Eventually, the two bent arms spread out and the beast’s mouth was torn apart. With a thudding sound, the muscles and flesh are torn and the monster’s body splits. Blood and flesh flew everywhere.
The thing that tore open the mouth of the demonic beast and popped out was a beast with a huge body. Maybe human.
Sigh.
As it falls to the ground, the beast grabs the huge greatsword it carries on its back. The moment you pick up the sword, it is no longer an animal. The one with flashing blue eyes is the being at the peak of the magical beast.
Barta, the king of demonic beasts, has appeared.
* * *
The King of Demon Beasts held the sword.
A swordsman who was born without intelligence and ascended to the realm of transcendence grabbed the sword. The moment you pick up the sword, Barta is no longer just a beast. He is a superman and noble swordsman who took the path to transcendence with a single sword.
Even if it’s an unstable position where you’re falling to the ground, even if it’s a situation where sword energy is rushing right in front of your nose.
There is no wavering in Barta’s posture.
A master of the sword must be able to produce perfect sword strikes in any situation. Barta’s eyes flashed blue. The six fingers holding the sword creak.
Huh!
The sword sheath strapped to my back shatters with a loud sound. What popped out after breaking the scabbard was a huge sword. The blade of the great sword has a hole like a moth-eaten sword.
Wow.
Barta swung the great sword he was holding.
A sword strike that draws a complete line while dragging the air flow. The sword strike that engulfs the sword energy fired by Kalt creates a huge sound as it hits the ground.
Couuuuuuuuuuck!
The rising dust.
A pile of stones caught in the sword bounced into the sky. The pile of rocks that bounced up was about to fall again with a pattering sound. The sound rang out once more.
Something lands on the ground and rumbles.
The rising dust cleared and the king of demonic beasts appeared. Blue eyes. A huge body two or three times that of a human. What he is holding is a huge greatsword.
“······.”
The king of demonic beasts, Barta, gazes at humans.
Eventually, Barta’s mouth opened wide and he let out a long breath. What is heard after the steam-like noise has passed is human language.
“human.”
The demon beast spoke in human language.
“I ask.”
Barta bent his legs and lowered his waist, making eye contact with Kalt, and stretched out his hand. What the tip of the long finger points to is a sword stuck in the center of the canyon.
The sword of death, the sword of Ganicalt.
“Can you draw that sword?”
2.
“Can you draw that sword?”
A question from the King of Demonic Beasts.
Kalt narrowed his eyes at that question.
It’s different from what we encountered before in the apostate’s workshop. The atmosphere surrounding it was different. Kalt felt an eerie feeling in the cold, blue eyes.
Kalt adjusted his sword and opened his mouth.
Because I needed to take my time right now.
“Why do you ask that?”
“I’m waiting. “The owner of that sword.”
Barta spoke again.
“I’m hoping for a rematch that day.”
Rematch.
“Therefore, I seek. A being who can pull out that sword and summon its owner to this place.”
Hearing those words with one ear, Kalt looked behind the King of Demon Beasts. Natida and Rak are there, holding their breath. Kalt glanced at the artifact held in Natida’s hand.
The artifact that Natida started to start from when the dust rose. It was trembling slightly, as if it was fully prepared.
Transition gate generator, gate.
Natida nodded and threw the artifact on the floor. Kiiiiing! The moment the King of Demonic Beasts turned his head at the noise of space opening, Kalt kicked the ground and rushed towards the King of Demonic Beasts.
It wasn’t just Kalt who rushed in.
Lark, who was standing next to Natida, also dragged the holy sword and ran towards the King of Demon Beasts. Just to kill some time.
That’s the moment.
The wind blew. The wind carried a rotten scent, and the smell of death pierced my nose. Kalt’s eyes were bloodshot. Kalt knows this terrible wind.
The sword of death, the wind brought by Ganicalt.
But there is no sword of death here.
The one who created that wind was not Death, but the King of Demonic Beasts. Kalt was seen rushing towards the King of Demon Beasts. The King of Demonic Beasts’ eyes flashed blue.
Although it was only for a moment, Kalt missed Barta’s movement.
Wow.
What eventually rang out was a quiet cutting sound.
What was scratched by a single sword strike was neither Rak nor Kalt. A being beyond them. Kalt’s face was filled with astonishment. Lark looked at that expression and looked back.
“ah.”
Along with the gate, a line was drawn diagonally across Natida’s body. Immediately after, dark red blood splashed into the sky.
* * *
Barta, the king of demonic beasts, is a learning being.
An entity that collects a lot of information through the beast’s vision and learns based on that information. Cardi warned several times about this human-like being.
“Be careful. “That’s a variable you can’t control.”
“Variable, variable…”
Raniel sighed.
With the map spread out, she continued to check Barta’s location. Because she couldn’t erase the ominous feeling that she didn’t know why. That’s when she was staring at the map.
Blinking, the dot representing Barta shook.
The dot blinked a couple of times and suddenly turned off. Raniel’s brows narrowed. Barta’s signal disappeared, and the place where the signal appeared a while later…
It is near the Canyon of the Sword and Galatric.
Raniel widened his eyes.
I felt like I was praying for it to go astray. It is no use wondering how something like this is possible. What you need to do now is take action.
Sigh.
She immediately put on her robe and pulled down her gloves. The artifact placed on the table began to tremble. Kalt moved her magic tool to the active state.
The gate will open in a few seconds.
As he prepared to jump into the gate, Raniel took a deep breath and moved all the circuits to the activated state. As soon as you cross the gate…
Wow.
The gate opened in front of me.
This was the moment when Raniel gritted his teeth and was about to walk towards the gate. For a moment, something flashed beyond the gate, and then something rushed forward with a strong flash of light.
“······!”
Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
What is coming is a huge shock wave.
The tent was torn apart with a loud noise. Objects left in the barracks were scattered here and there. With the fragments of the shattered desk scattering, Raniel took a few steps back, covering his face with his hands.
When the rising dust settled, in front of Raniel there was a shattered artifact lying around instead of the gate.
The gate was smashed.
By force, with enough force to close open space.
fantasy,
