What is approaching is an ancient disaster.
The sea of trees that rushes by, grinding up everything in front of it, including the land and the corpse of a giant god, takes the shape of a crustacean. Looking at that scene, Destel inadvertently burst into laughter. Really, it was a joke that couldn’t be laughed at.
thud.
I hit the ground and grabbed the spear pole tightly.
What comes to mind right now is the battlefield from which I fled in the past. Although he was the commander in chief, he was a servile coward who could not give orders or make choices.
‘but.’
Destel widened his eyes.
No more looking back. The view is straight ahead. Without turning his gaze from what he had to face, Destel muttered under his breath.
“Forever.”
What he is holding in his hand is a star spear.
A weapon wielded by the most heroic warrior.
“You can’t do that.”
What was borrowed was the brilliance that Galahal possessed in his final moments.
The life of a human being who obtained the answer after living in agony.
‘Even though I borrowed something like this…’
Indeed, you can’t run away like you did back then. Carrying fear, the human took a step forward. The holy spear held in one’s hand shines even more brilliantly. As if responding to the new owner’s will.
widely.
Destel kicked the ground.
With a slap, the blood of the gods pooled on the floor splashed out. As the splashed blood falls to the ground, the blood of the gods is boiling. Unclean things burn under the heat of starlight.
Bingle, and bam.
Destel, holding the spear after spinning it tightly, jumped into the mouth of the approaching giant tree. The giant tree, realizing that starlight is entering its interior, immediately closes its mouth. For a moment, the brilliant brilliance was swallowed up by disaster.
Flashing.
With a flash, light leaked through the gaps in the tangled roots.
2.
The moment Destel jumped into the open maw of the giant tree, what he encountered were roots extending into hundreds or thousands of branches. Inside the giant tree, like the inside of a crustacean, there were no weaknesses or organs.
···I knew it.
The giant tree Abaddon simply borrowed the form of a crustacean, and would not have a structure that was particularly similar to a crustacean. Destel swung his spear at the rushing roots and ran through the inside of the giant tree, kicking the shaking ground.
Even though I knew that fact, there was a good reason why I came inside.
Destel looked beyond the thousands of roots rushing in. There is the core of the giant tree. That thing that is pounding like a heart is the essence of this great disaster. If you pierce through that, the giant tree that has lost its balance will collapse.
Squeak, squeak.
As if the giant tree had read Destel’s purpose, it began to resist fiercely. The ground on which Destel was stepping shook. This is the inside of a giant tree, and everything you see is the trunk and roots of the giant tree.
Sharp roots sprouted from all directions: from the ground, from the sides, from the sky. Thousands of roots growing out without even having a chance to step on them.
Sssssssssssssssssssss!
Destel was pierced by a root that extended out of the corner of his eye and was unable to swat it all away with a swing of his spear, causing him to bleed. However, Destel’s breathing is not disturbed. With his eyes wide open, De Stell sprinted away.
···Hold on. Be patient.
Destel, who is running with gritted teeth, is looking at the center of a huge tree, but at the same time, it is also someone’s life. Destel recalls Galahal’s life as seen with sincerity.
A life summarized, condensed, and expressed loosely.
Just as the lives of others shown by Seongui are the same, Galahal’s life also comes to mind in that way. But even within that, I have vivid memories. This is the battlefield where Galahal last stood.
An army of apostates pouring in.
Waves of disaster crashing incessantly.
In front of those waves, Galahal vomited blood several times. He was pierced again and again, and thrown down again and again. Even though it was bitten by the crustacean, it moved forward. Remembering that scene, Destel gritted his teeth and swung his holy spear.
···Like that guy. Like the most heroic guy.
Destel moves forward, picturing Galahal’s movements in his mind and remembering the fight he saw one day. She swings, thrusts and thrusts with her spear. She reproduces the skills of the warriors she has imitated and the skills of Galahal she has seen from afar.
Not all of the reproductions are perfect.
Now that the power of sincerity cannot be borrowed, Destel’s techniques are nothing but half-baked imitations. A technique that only relied on physical ability and starlight. It’s crude and clumsy, but D’Estel moves forward nonetheless.
Phew.
Roots continued to pierce my body, and blood spurted out.
Destel groans and hesitates for a moment, but starts walking forward again. She never gives in. She runs forward, slapping down oncoming roots and sometimes trampling them with her feet.
Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssww!
···Imitation of other people’s skills and experience gained by imitating others. Reflecting on the experience, Destel swung his spear. She swings her spear like Gala Hal and heads forward, spitting out blood like Gala Hal.
Gradually the center gets closer.
If you go a little further forward, there is a core there. Have you become impatient with that fact? Or has the giant tree’s resistance become stronger?
Ssssssssssssssssssss!
The extended root pierced Destel’s wrist.
He swings his arm to cut off the root, but his hand is so weak that he loses hold of the holy spear. Destel looks at the holy spear that was struck by the rushing roots and soared into the sky.
A window left behind.
A window floating in the air.
Destel kicked the ground and jumped up.
I fall, clutching the spear I had let go of again. Despite being pierced by the roots, Destel manages to reach the center of the giant tree.
Phew.
No matter what, he inserted the holy spear into the center of the core.
Starlight burst out powerfully along with a short blinking voice. The bursting starlight sets the core of the giant tree on fire. All the roots that had been pushed in were burned down.
Starlight flashed and flooded.
A giant tree that has lost its core crumbles. The tangled roots turned into ash and scattered. Destel let out the breath he had been holding through the flying ash.
“Wow, hehehe…”
The moment I let out my breath, blood flowed out like crazy from the wound. Pierced, torn, gaping wounds. Destel raised his head through the sparks bouncing in his field of vision.
···The giant tree, Abaddon, has fallen.
The view was clear through the crumbling ash.
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Destel thought that what came into view would be a passage to the center of the temple, and that his role was now over… but that was just Destel’s hope.
“···under.”
Destel laughed bitterly.
Still, the road is blocked. Countless, countless giants are still looking at him. As if he wasn’t going to open the way.
“I’m sick of it, I’m sick of it.”
Destel let out a long breath, leaning against the castle spear with a body that looked as if it might collapse at any moment. At this point, he wants to sit back and give up, but Destel guesses that his role is not over yet.
“······.”
Destel looked back.
There are Chloe and Belnoa following him. And, my role is to send those children to the center of the temple. You can’t say ‘follow me’ in a cool way and still fall behind.
‘Then how can you live with such embarrassment?’
No, there is nothing for sale anymore.
Anyway, whatever.
“Whoa…”
Letting out a long breath, Destel grabbed the spear with trembling hands. This was the moment when he was about to move, with the intention of pulling out the holy spear that had been stuck in the ground and doing as much as he could.
Kugugugugugung.
The ground shook.
Could it be that a new enemy appears again, without getting tired? Destel raised his head while thinking that, but he wasn’t the only one who found this sound suspicious.
The giants are also looking back.
The sound shaking the earth was coming from the center of the temple and among the giants. This is the moment when the sound subsides for a moment. Someone’s voice echoed throughout the battlefield. A voice filled with mana.
Gate.
A huge door appeared between earth and sky.
The moment Destel saw the pattern engraved on the door, he stopped laughing. Apparently, his role seemed to be over. He opened his mouth as De Stell looked behind him.
“You guys.”
Destel smiled while looking at Chloe.
“You’ve made a great friend.”
Engraved on the door is the symbol of a gray magic tower.
Just as the Gray Wizard did in the past, that symbol no longer symbolizes the Gray Magic Tower. It has been a long time since it became a symbol that refers to a woman who took control of the Gray Magic Tower.
···On the battlefield, the demon lords who saw that pattern would shout like this. With respect, with fear.
“Ashen Witch.”
The Gray Witch, Resty Eleanor.
Her voice echoed throughout the battlefield.
Open.
The door opens at the owner’s call.
The summoner who had reached his peak opened the door to the armory, a treasure trove that contained everything he had. What you see beyond the open door is endless darkness.
Again.
A gray witch stands beneath the darkness and walks toward the giants. The sound of footsteps again and again. The witch slowly raises her head. Her light purple hair, which reached down to her waist, swayed in the blowing wind.
What was revealed between the fluttering hair were the eyes of the being that the giants feared the most.
The Watcher raised his arms towards the titans. she shouted, pointing to her colossi. It’s called targeting. At that moment, darkness stirred greatly from the open door in the sky.
“Summon-All.”
The darkness is torn apart.
The first thing to appear through the tearing darkness was the shape of a huge crustacean. No, it’s not a crustacean. What it has wrapped around its skin is not a carapace, but rather an ore of the same material used to build the magic tower.
An earth dragon clad in ore with countless circuits carved into it appears beyond the open door. It is no longer a familiar. Rather, it is like a magic tower.
A masterpiece created by the Gray Witch, the Demon Dragon.
The dragon wearing a magic tower roared.
Her forces poured out from the gap in the gate, as if following in the footsteps of a fully revealed masterpiece. The giants can no longer target Destel in front of the endlessly pouring army and the Magolryong, which swoops around, biting and piercing the giants.
Slowly, the road begins to open.
Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssstw!
What drove the wedge into it was the fierce sword energy rising into the sky. The sword energy that exploded cut into two giant gods blocking the path. The one running wild among the pouring blood is a superman with the title of annihilation.
“···Anyway.”
Destroy, Lark Van Grace.
Saint, Natida.
The Gray Witch, Resty Eleanor.
Under the appearance of reinforcements, Destel burst into laughter.
This is the end of his role. However, he still had some time left. Destel looked at the holy spear he held in his hand.
···A sacred spear with starlight blinking violently.
Soon this holy spear will leave his hand, but there is still enough time left to deliver a strike. Destel let out a short breath as he looked at the starlight leaking from the castle window.
The starlight that Galahal possessed was concentrated.
A characteristic of a star that allows it to accumulate starlight every time it swings its holy spear and explode the accumulated starlight all at once. Pointing to this, he used to mutter that it was starlight that could strike an enemy stronger than itself… a truly heroic strike.
‘Hero, hero’s strike…’
Destel chuckled and twirled the sacred spear once. A cluster of stars appeared from the castle window, which rotated once. Destel, dragging a cluster of scattered stars, groaned and lowered her right foot. He pulled his left foot back and planted it firmly.
I take a long breath and lean my arms back.
The fingers holding the sacred spear made a clicking sound. Blood vessels protrude from the skin. As blood spurted from the open wound due to the exertion of force, Destel looked beyond the road that was slowly opening.
There, he saw an apostate looking at him.
“The power you have is a curse.”
Face to face with disaster.
“It is a very terrible curse for a coward, a child who cannot become a hero, and a child who cannot shine.”
What comes to mind the moment I encounter it is the prophecy she whispered to herself. Destel raised the corners of her mouth as she pondered her prophecy.
“You will run away until the very end.”
“And you will hate it.”
“This curse you call a blessing.”
Yes, I hated it.
I ran away and ran away again.
I only thought about surviving by becoming servile, hiding, avoiding choices, and turning a blind eye. She lived like a coward.
“but.”
Destel laughed.
“I’m standing in front of you now.”
Instead of running away.
In order to directly deny her prophecy, Destel wants to become a hero here.
···A hero, according to Kyle Torben, is a perfect being who always wins. The hero that Galahal talks about is someone who saves everyone and becomes a symbol of hope.
Then, what about Destel?
What does the most realistic warrior say is a hero?
“wedge.”
A being that becomes a wedge in a shaking battlefield.
The one who drives the wedge that will lead to victory.
So, Destel has considered a person who creates variables that no one could have imagined to be a hero. There was a time when he wished he could be that special being.
···Now is the time.
Now was the time to become that kind of being.
Destel let out the breath he had been holding and swung his arms. With all my might. She’s giving it everything she’s got.
Throwing a javelin.
The most realistic hero uses the power of the most ideal hero to unleash a heroic strike. A spike of light shot towards the apostate.
fantasy,
