The thing on the bowstring was a moonlight arrow.
Remia closed one eye while pulling her strings taut. With her single eye she looked at what she should shoot, and she recalled. The years she had spent alone since Kyle fell asleep.
“You said you were a disciple of the famous archer Efta, right?”
“I heard that you are the one who inherited the title of Master Archer.”
I almost lost Kyle.
I keenly felt my own helplessness. He realized that the things he had been accumulating were useless, and the things he had been ignoring were shining brighter than anything else.
“I came to seek instruction.”
I felt it, realized it, experienced it.
That’s why I was able to take action. I was able to make a decision. She started her journey far ahead of others, but she put down everything she had accumulated and walked towards her beginning. The place she arrived at was not her starting point as an elf or a shrine.
The starting point of criminals.
A vast plain with nothing in it.
Standing on that plain, she started again.
I bowed down to countless people. He bowed his head, humbled himself, and asked for guidance. The arrogant elf threw all his confidence and pride to the ground. It won’t change as long as I have it.
···I learned so many things.
···In that way, he filled in the basics that he lacked.
A few years at most.
If it were me in the past, I would have laughed it off and said it was only a moment. Remia spent that time the most densely in her life.
‘And now.’
Remia let out a long breath.
The shaking arrowhead sank. In the silence, Remia’s eyes sparkled golden.
‘It’s time to show the results.’
Effort doesn’t solve everything.
But at least your efforts don’t betray you. Faithful time will help you in any direction. Remia let go of her bowstring, recalling the voice of an archer who had taught her.
A cheerful sound that resonates like a thong.
Sssssssssssssssssssssss!
A moonlight arrow left the bowstring and raced across the battlefield, cutting through the air. The place where the bowstring is headed is the middle of the waves where black hands sway. Remia smiled bitterly as she looked at Raniel standing in the middle of it, watching her push through the waves.
···In the past, the battlefield he fled to.
At that time, he was so scared that he couldn’t even put an arrow on his bowstring. I scratched my forearm, screamed, closed my eyes, and fell face down.
‘And, even then, that person…’
That shining human.
Raniel van Trias.
‘It was moving forward.’
They stood in front on behalf of themselves who were broken.
I couldn’t do anything back then… but I can’t do that this time either. Following the trajectory of her first step with her eyes, Remia put another shot on the bowstring.
Moonlight.
An arrow made of condensed moonlight emits brilliant light. The bowstring, pulled to its limit, begins to creak. This is the moment when the first arrow crossed the battlefield, drawing a strange trajectory, and reached Raniel.
Tung.
Remia let go of the bowstring.
The first foot draws a curve, and the second foot lands on the battlefield in a straight line. Thus, the two arrows reach the same point at the same time, without any error.
Green onion (破).
Remia briefly shouted.
2.
Apostate climbing the stairs to heaven.
While glaring at her, Raniel kicked the ground and started running. With each step she took, the ground cracked and her footprints were left wherever she stepped.
Kwasik.
He puts his foot down and swings his fist.
The shock wave that explodes from the swinging fist tears the hands apart. Raniel kicked off the ground and jumped up with his magic hands. The moment you float in the air, what you see are flooding black waves. Waves made of hands.
“Clap,” Raniel slapped his palms together in the air.
The moment I took my palms away, a bundle of platinum-colored chains connected them. Ran El swung his arms as he fell towards the black waves. The chain around her arm swung with a clang sound.
Charrrrrrrrrrrrr!
A platinum-colored chain that bound the Demon King’s feet in the past.
The stretched out chains entangled the black hands of the area. Raniel ran, stepping on hands that were chained and could no longer hold anything.
The destination is the center of the wave.
Raniel muttered briefly while glaring at the apostate who was climbing the stairs to the sky. Acceleration. With his heart pounding violently, Raniel accelerated for a moment.
“Where?”
“Kwajik,” she said, kicking away her black grip and jumping up again. Toward the apostate. Raniel jumped up and grabbed the air with her outstretched hands. A huge sun is created in the air as mana is suddenly sucked out.
Flashing.
A huge mass appeared in an instant.
Raniel twisted his waist in the air, grasping the boiling heat with his hands. I threw away the sun I had grabbed. Looking at the sun that had left his hand, Raniel snapped his fingers.
Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate…
The sun, which was slowly falling, blinked for a moment.
The sun engulfed the apostate climbing the stairs, scattering enormous heat and leaving an afterimage. Black hands reach out from all directions and grab the sun, but they only manage to prevent it from swelling and exploding.
Cheeeeeeeee!
Burning sound. The sound of boiling water.
Hearing that sound, Raniel waved his arm widely in the air again. Her five outstretched fingers roughly scratched the air. What is engraved in the space she scratches is an extremely complex circuit.
Tick, titididdididik!
The moment the starlight rising from her body touches the circuit, the spell is complete. The moment the five circuits that tear the air appear, it is the air that is torn apart. It’s a cloud above the sky. Immediately after, the entire area turned white with a loud noise that tore the eardrums.
Judgment.
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What fell from the sky was blue-white lightning.
What the slanted lightning pierced was the platinum-colored sun that Raniel had thrown down just before. Enormous mana and mana collide with each other repeatedly. The sun and lightning swell as if to devour each other.
In terms of time, it is a split second that remains after splitting each second. The two bloated top orders reach their limits at the same time.
Flashing.
With a flash of light sweeping the area, all the hands holding the sun burn away. Light swept past first, and then a roar rang out.
Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
With a roar that shook the heavens and earth, the released heat engulfed the apostate. Before his vision, which had been lost in the white flash, could return to normal, Raniel stepped on the fragments of the black grip bouncing in all directions and leapt towards the apostate.
Sigh.
What is visible even in blurry vision is the appearance of an apostate. Raniel stretched out his hand and grabbed the apostate. No matter how much you have reached the divine level, you will not be able to remain unharmed in the face of an attack like this. This is the moment when Raniel, clutching the apostate, is about to turn his mana into dark red.
“······!”
Raniel widened his eyes.
As my blurred vision returns, what I see is the apostate’s appearance. He is the figure of the ‘black grip’ he is holding on to. Raniel’s eyes opened wide.
“You got it, that’s what you thought?”
No injuries. how?
Belatedly, Raniel saw the black sacred power blooming from her body. She saw the black object she had wrapped around her.
···The apostate, Gleria van Armias, was the first saint. All the miracles performed by saints that have appeared in history over the past hundreds of years can also be performed by an apostate. She is more perfect than any other saint.
Sacred art, Veil of Rejection.
A top-level sacred art that rejects magical intervention. The curtain spread using the devil’s part as a medium protected the apostate unscathed even in such an explosion.
Quickly.
Raniel gritted his teeth and let go of his black grip. He pulled out his hand and tried to engage in hand-to-hand combat, but hands came from all directions and grabbed Raniel. Dozens or hundreds of hands restrict her movements.
Ashes to Ashes.
Raniel exploded all the ash rising from his body. Shaking off her grip, she swung her fist at her apostate… but before that, her apostate’s outstretched finger touched Raniel’s forehead.
Sacred art, purifying flame.
A sacred art that burns evil things. Originally, it was a powerful sacred art that only burned things related to demons, but the flame of purification completed by the hands of an apostate… becomes a black flame that burns only those things she considers unclean.
Cheeeeeeeeeee!
Raniel’s body is burning.
Her skin melts, the spell she created, and the ash she smokes all burn away. Raniel’s posture wavered as his entire body burned with pain.
Raniel grits his teeth and tries to reach out in the heat…
“···!”
Something bit Raniel’s arm.
A black object wrapped around an apostate. The beetle took the form of a gaping maw and bit Raniel. A huge hand protruded from the wastewater and struck Raniel’s body.
Coo!
Raniel, who had fallen to the bottom of the road in vain of the road he had taken up, spewed out a handful of blood and got up. Raising her body, she raised her head. She made eye contact with the apostate who was looking down at her.
“Did you say heavenly punishment?”
The apostate smiled.
Smiling, she waved her finger.
What her fingers drag is a black waterway. Her sacred art was completed in a flowing stream.
Sacred arts, heavenly punishment.
A handful of the black water flowing around her evaporated. What is it that she summons, offering as a sacrifice the waterway that holds so many lives? The answer was in heaven.
“···huh.”
Raniel let out a laugh.
Something falls from beyond the open sky. What falls is a pillar of black light. It is truly a punishment from heaven. Raniel frowned in front of the huge pillar of light.
‘···Must be avoided.’
This is the moment when Raniel kicks the ground and is about to leave. “Shoot,” something grabbed Raniel’s ankle. When you look down, you see a hand rising from the water flowing through the ground and grabbing you.
Kwak, Kwasik. Quad deuk.
The grip, the mouth of a demonic beast, and something unknown grabbed hold of Raniel’s body. I tried to shake it off, but time was already too late. It was already too late to avoid it. The moment when Ran El was about to extend his hand towards the falling pillar of light.
『Bow. Close your eyes.』
Remia’s voice echoed in my ears.
Raniel looked as the voice rang in his ears. Squeak, the sound of something cutting through the wind. Raniel immediately leaned forward and closed his eyes.
Kaang.
The metallic sound of arrowheads hitting each other.
What explodes immediately is a huge flash of light. Even with his eyes closed, the brightly shining moon rose above Raniel’s head, making his vision pure white.
Green onion (破).
Crunch, the moon split into pieces.
The moon shattered with a black pillar of light touching the moon. Raniel slowly raised his head and opened his eyes wide. This is my first time seeing this technology. That little bastard… no, did you know that Remia could show harmony like this?
There must have been no technology to defend against something, right?
“run.”
While Raniel was confused, Remia shouted.
『I will support you.』
Ssssssssssssssssssssss!
Even before the words are finished, what is heard is the sound of an arrow cutting through the wind. Raniel raised his head and saw. Moonlight arrows running freely across the battlefield. The trajectory of those arrows was strange, but they all pierced the black grasp approaching Raniel.
The sight of dozens of arrows falling, each with their own moonlight, looks like a meteor shower.
“···Anyway.”
Raniel let out a short breath.
This is the space provided by Remia. I exhaled, clutched my wounds, and became starlight. Raniel frowned at her as she held up her pierced, bitten and tattered ankle.
···Can you reach it? Without using it?
Raniel raised his head.
There is an apostate looking down at him. Raniel gritted her teeth, looking at the sludge that fluttered every time she swung her finger.
Deterioration of mana. Bringing down dark red lightning.
I can’t write it yet.
The duration is extremely short, and it is impossible to know which part of the body will be ‘taken away’. You have to save it until the end… and if you try it now, it’s questionable whether your body will be able to hold on until it reaches the apostate.
You have to aim for a clear situation.
The moment to catch the apostate.
‘But not like this…’
The wounds only increase.
Raniel was in agony as he kicked the ground and ran. Not to find a way to bypass and overcome the trials given to him, but to find a way to crush them from the front. She too was a superhuman, and she no longer looks only at herself.
See the battlefield from a wider perspective.
Look at a lot of things, calculate, and come up with an answer.
Therefore, Raniel was able to see. He could feel it. That the ground is shaking. A slash soaring toward the sky. Rising storms and flashes of light. They are coming.
“iced coffee.”
Raniel laughed inadvertently.
Now that I think about it, I almost forgot. She no longer fights alone. There were people here who believed in her and followed her. She is a disciple whom she herself raised…
Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!
Because I had a colleague.
“lakh.”
“I get it.”
The magic dragon jumps out as it digs into the ground.
Raniel laughed as he looked at the huge demon dragon that appeared right next to him. There are two people hanging on the bouncing body of the magic dragon. Belnoa is digging his nails into the carapace of the rampaging Magolryong, while clutching Lark’s arm.
“Catch it.”
Lark stretched out his hand.
“We will build a road.”
Squeak, Raniel grabbed Lark’s outstretched hand.
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