“If you break through the crustacean and enter Alkeia, what awaits you at the entrance of the temple is the apostate’s masterpiece.”
A being that an apostate named a masterpiece.
“Sword Master, Kuntel.”
Before Kyle’s awakening, Kuntel was the pinnacle of humanity in the field of swords. And, as is always the case with prosecutors who have reached their peak…
“This is an extremely difficult opponent. Especially for wizards.”
Kuntel is like a natural enemy to wizards.
Not only does it read the omens of the spell and cut it down, but it also cuts off the flow of mana. With the warrior’s body mixed together, Kuntel will always maintain the prowess of his prime, and his swordsmanship, which has reached its limit, is truly divine.
“If we want to deal with them, we will have to go through a war of attrition, and the battle that needs to be continued is in the middle of Alkeia. “If you don’t enter the temple, there will be an endless stream of demonic beasts.”
Along with Kuntel, there are hundreds of demonic beasts.
Once time starts to drag on against them, the situation is likely to turn in an instant. Raniel slammed the strategy book on the blackboard with the back of his hand.
“The key to Alkeia is the battle of speed.”
A speed battle to reach the center.
The moment time runs out, this side loses.
“So, here…”
Raniel looked at Kalt.
Kalt nodded slowly.
“As planned, I will take charge of Kuntel alone.”
Kalt said.
“That’s why I became a superhuman.”
2.
The punitive force spread out in front of the incoming waves of demonic beasts.
Draka, Rak and Natida.
Destel, Chloe, and Belnoir.
Kelhalm and Resti.
The punitive force spread out into three, bypassing Kuntel, who was at the center of the waves of Gujeongmul, and raced towards the temple. Their goal is to enter the temple. It was not their role to deal with Kuntel.
Sreung.
But there’s no way Kuntel would let that happen.
Kuntel swings his sword, taking in the sight of those who are splitting into three and trying to pass him by. A blade raised horizontally to the sky. The blade that was pointing to the right disappeared in an instant as if evaporating.
Keying.
The tip of the sword, which appears with the sound of the blade ringing, is pointed to the left. A swift blow that is impossible even to follow with the eyes. This is the moment when the thinly drawn line is about to engulf the punitive force with a quiet cutting sound.
It’s not a loud sound, it’s a kaaaaaaang! The sound of blades clashing echoed.
It is Kalt’s sword that intervenes in the sword path drawn by Kuntel. Only Kalt was clearly aware of the high-speed sword being swung outside of his awareness. The strike, which had been drawn horizontally, twisted along Kalt’s sword path.
Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!
The tilted sword energy sank into the ground vertically, not horizontally. The land cracks with a sound. The moment the sword was twisted, Kuntel frowned.
“······.”
Kuntel looks ahead in silence.
There was Kalt there, smiling faintly.
“Where are you looking?”
Kalt raised his sword.
At the moment of a brief swing of the sword, the wave of sediment that was rushing towards Kalt was broken into small pieces and collapsed.
“Isn’t it a disciple who came to visit after a long time?”
Kalt laughed.
“Please do me a favor, Master.”
Kuntel’s eyes were no longer directed at the punitive force.
The old prosecutor looks at the young prosecutor in front of him. A rival who appears here. Kuntel slowly took a stance. Kalt let out a short breath as he watched Kuntel adjust his posture.
A punitive force passes by Kuntel and heads toward the temple gate.
Destel, who was in the lead, looked back.
A brief exchange of glances. Immediately afterwards, Kalt nodded and took a step forward. To carry out one’s assigned duties. To prove the path you have walked.
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“inrush!”
Kicking down the temple door, Destel entered the temple’s interior. Those who had been scattered gathered together and passed through the door. The moment you pass through the door, what comes into view is the workshop covered in old junk.
It is an alchemist’s workshop that can be called the worst, full of traces of apostasy. I had heard about what would be here before, but it was inevitable that I would feel nauseated the moment I saw it with my own eyes.
Leaving the terrible scene behind, they dispersed again.
Split into three, destroy the main base of the attack and infiltrate the center, and ultimately surround the apostate Gletus from all sides. That was the core of the battle to subdue apostates that followed the battle to annihilate Alkeia.
Draka, Rak and Natida.
Destel, Chloe, and Belnoir.
Kelhalm and Resti.
Raniel and Remia are coming from the other side.
While the dispersed punitive force is racing towards the center of the temple, there are people who are left behind. Kariot, who was standing in the rearmost line of the punitive force, stopped walking. He stopped in front of the temple door and stretched out his hands towards his back.
What he was holding was a sword with a red cross.
As soon as he pulled out the sword of the cross, Cariot swung his sword. The waves that surged past the temple gate made a cracking sound and were split apart by the sword strike.
Just right.
Resty, who was running towards the depths of the temple, snapped his fingers. The thing that splits and protrudes is part of Resty’s familiar. Three golems carrying huge coffins.
“oh. “He’s dependable.”
Kariot smiled as he looked at the golem approaching next to him.
“Thank you, witch girl.”
Kariot, who was looking at the retreating back of the punitive force, turned his head and looked outside the temple. There was a Kariot stage there. A place where waves of black water swell.
Suddenly.
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Brandishing his sword, Kariot walked outside the temple. The waves rolling outside are trying to track down the punitive force that has left for the depths of the temple…
“That can’t happen.”
The entrance to the temple.
Kariot, standing in front of the door, gestured. The three golems that followed him closed the temple door. Kugu Palace, the door of a temple that closes with a sound.
“Behind me.”
Three golems stamped the coffin on the floor.
The coffin lid opened with a loud thud.
“Beyond this door.”
Inside the coffin are numerous, numerous blades.
It is filled with all kinds of blades, as well as magic swords and artifacts with engraved circuits. Cariot’s expression hardened as he held the red cross sword.
“I’m not sending a single one.”
That was the mission given to the immortal Cariot.
Guarding the backs of children walking ahead.
Looking at the waves of demonic beasts surging in, Kariot prayed. To none other than yourself. The God that Cariot believes in is not high up in the sky.
It is in a low place, within oneself.
Because he only believes in his own beliefs, Cariot’s faith does not disperse even in Alkeia, a land for non-believers. Pure white light leaked from Kariot’s body. The waves of the old water billowed loudly in front of the light.
Light, faith, divinity.
Things that the waves hate, hate, and curse have appeared in this place. The waves made up of demonic beasts and scum now looked solely at Cariot.
“Whoa…”
Kariot let out a short breath.
I shouted as I looked at the waves crashing in.
Towards the beyond, to be precise.
“Go ahead, bro.”
The voice is directed to Kalt, who was exchanging swords with Kuntel. Kalt realized that all the waves circling around him had disappeared. A moment of leisure. Kalt took a short leap backwards, catching his breath.
Leaping forward, Kalt reached for his waist.
What was taken out was an artifact received before the start of the operation. Kalt threw the cubic artifact towards Kuntel. The moment Kuntel cut down the flying artifact, a white flash of light engulfed Kuntel and Kalt.
When the flash subsided, there was no one there.
Cariot, looking at the location where Kuntel and Kalt disappeared, soon poured his own blood onto the sword of the cross. Thorn vines sprouted from the cross and wrapped around Cariot’s arms. The pain that makes you feel alive.
“Anyway, she’s a hot woman.”
Kariot burst into laughter, remembering his wife who was hot even in death. Laughing, he threw himself towards the waves.
A wave of magical beasts surging in.
Biting flesh and blood bursting out.
Bloodshed, pain, and ordeal.
The old paladin took up the sword to defend his beliefs.
3.
When the flash of light subsided, Kuntel looked ahead.
When I open my eyes, what I see is not the grassland of Alkeia where I was just a moment ago. When you look up at the sky, what is floating is not the sun either. What unfolded was a vast night sky.
···Looks familiar.
If you look around, what you see is a rising cliff.
It looks like a steep canyon. Kuntel stood in the middle of the canyon. The apostate’s masterpiece does not know what this canyon looks like. However, the man named ‘Kuntel’, who forms the center of the masterpiece, knows this landscape.
It’s a gala trick.
Canyon of the Sword, Galatric.
Kuntel is where I spent my childhood. A place where I sharpened my sword and clashed swords with my brothers and teachers. In my long memories, Kuntel did not swing his sword straight away. At the same time, Kuntel’s eyes penetrated the essence of this space.
···This is a space that does not exist.
An imaginary landscape created with artifacts. If I were to be specific, it would be the scenery of another world that the summoners’ familiars pass through. So Kuntel guessed, and his guess was correct.
This artifact created by Cardi has basically the same operating principle as the Holy Grail. Creating a disconnected virtual space based on the user’s memory.
Of course, it is not as sturdy as the Holy Grail, and it does not make the death here non-existent. This artifact simply creates space.
Step by step.
Kuntel could tear this space apart and escape outside if he wanted to, but Kuntel didn’t do that. To be exact, I couldn’t do that.
Step by step.
There is no way that swordsman would be able to ignore the gap created the moment he takes a stance to tear up space. Kuntel looked at the prosecutor walking across from me.
widely.
Kalt, who inherited the name of the Sword Saint, stopped.
Kalt held an empty test tube in his hand.
The liquid contained in the test tube is a serum made from the essence of life collected from the center of the World Tree.
“Whoa…”
Kalt let out a short breath and opened his eyes.
He threw away the empty test tube and pulled out his sword. Under the night sky, the silver-white blade sparkled under the starlight.
“······.”
Kuntel also picked up his sword.
The two prosecutors faced each other.
Gooung.
With the low sound of the sword resonating, Kalt and Kuntel took the same posture at exactly the same moment. Breathing, the swing of the sword, and even the rumbling of the ground overlap.
Although sword and sword do not clash.
In the future predicted by the two prosecutors, swords clash repeatedly. Blood splattered several times. Kalt thought of countless futures. The past where I faced the proud swordsman in front of me.
“···To the battlefield at that age?”
“You went to the battlefield because you had no parents and this was the only way to make a living? Anyway, don’t worry. “Poor guy.”
“You won’t live long if you live like that, you guy.”
“Follow me. “You have to learn something to survive for a long time.”
In the past, Kuntel used to teach swordsmanship to inexperienced soldiers wandering the battlefield. I hope they survive for a long time, or that Galatrick’s sword skills, which only he knows, will be passed on to someone else.
Kalt was one of them.
Kalt learned the sword from Kuntel and learned how to utilize his talents. That is why Kalt admired and respected Kuntel. He longed to become a superman like Kuntel.
“···Someday.”
Reminiscing about the past.
Kalt laughed.
“I wanted to show you.”
The sword energy of moonlight rose above Kalt’s sword.
“The boy you taught ended up becoming a superhuman. “I can now stand in the same place as you.”
I got to do one person’s job.
I wanted to show you.
That dream could not be achieved during your lifetime, but it can now be achieved, albeit in this twisted form. Should I be grateful for this fact, or should I blame the world?
I couldn’t figure it out.
There is only one thing that can be known.
‘That you have to prove.’
To prove his life and the path he had taken, Kalt picked up a sword. He arrived here.
“Please do your part.”
Kalt kicked the ground.
Kuntel kicked the ground.
“Master.”
The previous generation’s Sword Saint and the current Sword Saint raced towards each other. With each step they took, the ground cracked. The stone rock bounced up. The dust swirled around like a whirlwind.
Same posture. Same walking method. Same breath.
The swords clashed in exactly the same trajectory.
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