Acceleration.
Platinum-colored starlight enveloped Raniel’s body.
The starlight handed over by Kyle Torben pushed Raniel, who had already reached his limit. It made him able to run a little more. Raniel muttered softly, bathed in starlight.
“Accel.”
A spell once again resides in a body that has long ago surpassed its limits. The moment the spell was cast, a cracking sound was heard and Raniel’s vision cracked. With only one eye left, my narrowed field of vision became a little narrower.
But it doesn’t matter.
Through blurred and narrowed vision, Raniel saw the apostate. He felt his hands holding her neck, the feel of the chains that bound his hands and the apostate’s neck together. It’s okay if she doesn’t look right. This is a problem that must not be let go.
“What are you…”
For the first time, the apostate looked embarrassed.
She does not understand the dark red lightning that Raniel carries. Stream? Reverse stream? No, that is fundamentally different from what he was trying to do.
···The apostate, Gleria Bel Armias, hoped to overturn providence. Modifying and modifying the existing providence.
‘but···.’
That dark red lightning is different.
The purpose is not to falsify. Rather, that…
Kwasik.
Raniel grabbed the apostate’s neck a little harder. The few remaining fingers dug deeply into the apostate’s neck. Gagging, the apostate let out a choked breath. Kwasik, Raniel buried his feet deep.
■■■■. ■■■■, ■■■■■■■■.
For a moment, Raniel’s body shook.
It seems as if an afterimage is forming, or as if the world is being torn apart around her. It was only for a moment that the shaking image of Raniel appeared on the apostate’s retina.
Immediately afterwards, the apostate’s vision reversed.
My vision continues to shake. I looked toward the sky, then toward the ground, then saw a bouncing rock, and then was blocked by dark red lightning… Even in the split second of time, my vision kept reversing.
can’t see Not all scenes are continuous. Since it is not continuous, it does not connect at all.
Cheeeeeeeee!
Even among the sounds of something being smashed, crushed, or split, what can be clearly heard is the sound of liquid evaporating. The apostate felt it. He realized that the shadow he held in his heart was shrinking at a rapid pace.
Blood splattered on the apostate’s face.
It wasn’t his own blood. The blood that Raniel vomited. Feeling the heat of boiling blood, the apostate had an intuition. It’s a war of attrition.
‘Maybe you’ll fall first…’
I wonder if the shade I have will run out first.
The apostate slowly closed his eyes and opened them. When she opened her eyes, her black radiance flooded around her.
2.
Raniel races with lightning wrapped around him.
Raniel continued to accelerate, repeatedly pounding the apostate’s body and pouring out all the spells he could use.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
A huge pit was created wherever she passed. The black grasps rising to protect her apostate do not steal a single second of Raniel’s time.
‘Just like this, we’re pushing it.’
Raniel looked at the apostate through split eyes.
The grips protecting her heart were disappearing at a rapid pace. There isn’t much left. That hand and the time I have left now.
‘It would be nice if it ended like this…’
The other person won’t be offended so easily.
Flashing.
Black light particles flooded around the apostate. Realizing that shadows did not work, he began using sacred arts. Raniel immediately struck the apostate’s head to the ground, reaching out with the hand that was not wrapped in his chains.
Hwaaaaaaaaa!
What explodes around the apostate is enormous divine power. Raniel’s spell is faster than it takes form. The blow that fell without warning pierced divine power. It pierced the apostate’s tongue.
Sacred arts are completed through hand-to-hand prayers, the sign of the sign made by swinging the fingers, and prayers recited with the mouth. One of the apostate’s arms was torn off and his fingers broken. There is no way that sacred art can be completed properly now that even that tongue has been pierced.
Sacred arts, condemnation.
However, that only applies to priests who fall into the category of common sense. Even for disasters that are beyond common sense, the same strategy cannot be expected. The completed sacred art radiated bright light.
Black light particles form the shape of a blade.
Dozens or hundreds of blades were fired at Raniel. Most of the blades were broken and broken on Ran El’s lightning-clad body, but some of them were stuck in Ran El’s side. Jet-black light particles are sucked into the inserted blade.
Sacred art, purifying flame.
Sacred arts, judgment.
The blade swelled and then exploded. Rough flames and a black pillar of light pierced a hole in Raniel’s side. However, Raniel does not stop. This is a place where your senses have already become blurred. I don’t feel any pain.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Slamming the apostate’s head to the ground, Raniel stomped on her head. She clutched her side with her free hand. She pushed the spilling internal organs into the hole and closed it with her skin. Dark red blood spurted from her mouth. My vision became a little blurrier.
But still holding on.
He pulled the hand that held the apostate’s neck. The apostate’s body, which had been thrown to the floor, bounced up along with stone debris. The eyes of the apostate and Raniel crossed. Each other’s eyes reflected each other’s image.
The old waste is already showing its bottom.
Unlike the first time, the dark red lightning has weakened its momentum.
The two understand that each other is their limit. The light particles surrounding the apostate flickered brilliantly. Since he is grabbing the apostate’s neck, he can continue the attack… but this also has the disadvantage of making it impossible to evade.
Cheeeeeeeee!
The bursting light particles burned Raniel’s body. Raniel clenched his fists, relying on his lightning to survive the heat. Still holding the apostate’s neck, she seeks to deliver her final blow.
Ashes to Ashes.
Ash does not collect.
What gathers is the dark red lightning that engulfs her body. In a flash of light, all the lightning left her body. The lightning that escaped was gathered into Raniel’s clenched fist.
Sigh.
Withstanding the fire, Raniel pulled the hand that was holding the apostate’s neck. This is the moment when he pulls her hand away and plunges his fist into her heart.
Pacheak.
The chain, unable to withstand the heat of the apostate, Raniel’s lightning, and the relentless force of the attacks, shatters. What is revealed in the shattered chain are only three bony fingers remaining. Even his fingers melt from the heat, and Raniel can no longer hold on to the apostate.
The apostate’s body tilted.
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This is the moment when Raniel’s fist is about to split the air.
Ssssssssssssssssssssssss!
The sound of the wind cutting past my ears.
Even with blurry vision, what you can see is a ray of light crossing the battlefield. An arrow flying with light pierced the back of the apostate whom Raniel had missed.
···Raniel, who had been continuing the fight outside of the perception of each second divided into infinitely small pieces, stopped to prepare for the final blow. With her chains broken, Raniel lost all of her time.
The time she missed.
A fleeting moment of just over a second.
To seize that one second, Remia shot an arrow. The arrow that hit caught the one second that Raniel missed.
Flash!
Moonlight, freed from the arrow, pushed the apostate’s body. Raniel’s fist is where she was pushed. Where Raniel’s fist was headed, the heart of the apostate was once again placed. Raniel’s fist moved slowly.
Wow.
The fist that dragged the lightning touched the apostate’s heart. She hit her heart. A flood of lightning devours the remains of the apostate’s heart. Lightning flashed in all directions, and the apostate’s body was pushed back.
“iced coffee···.”
Even though the apostate is eaten by lightning, he still reaches out his hand and tries to make the sign of the cross. I want to resist until the end…
Suddenly.
A crude knife stuck out from Raniel’s side and cut off the apostate’s arm. There is Rak, holding the sword of Draka, the sword spirit. From the moment her Raniel started to accelerate, after moving along with her, Lark, who reached Raniel’s side with her crawling, let out a short breath and held her sword.
The subsequent sword blade turns into a sharp awl.
Lark swung his sword along the sword path.
The sharp blade stuck right next to Raniel’s fist. Dark red lightning flashed along the blade that pierced the apostate’s heart at an angle. Lark, pushed by the wind pressure as lightning exploded repeatedly, left the battlefield.
And, Raniel.
He smiled and slightly twisted his raised fist to the side. Her bouncing lightning flashed loudly for a moment. What bursts out is a group of strong lights. Drawing a swarm of light, Raniel pronounced the name of the lightning he had created.
The voice was drowned out by the flash of light and the roar, but the apostate heard the voice clearly.
The third answer is neither opening heaven nor reverse heaven. The moment he heard the answer, the apostate burst into laughter, which was not appropriate for the situation. Immediately afterwards, a huge torrent of light engulfed the apostate. She burned everything she held in her arms.
3.
The light burned everything.
She felt that everything she had cherished for the past hundreds of years, everything that had eaten away at her, was burning away. Her body becomes lighter. Apostate’s voice, which was always whispering in my ear, became thinner and disappeared at some point.
Disappear, disappear, disappear.
When everything disappears, what remains is no longer an apostate. The one left there is the saint, Gleria Bel Armias. Gleria smiled bitterly as her vision turned white.
···It’s cruel, really.
* * *
The swirling light slowly subsided.
Above the wilderness, where light and mana particles fluttered like snowflakes, I took a long breath. My whole body throbs. I felt like I was going to collapse at any moment from the pain that came later. But… I couldn’t fall down yet.
Because there was still something left to do.
I took a stumbling step forward.
There was a disaster there that I had been trying so hard to reach. She fell to the ground and looked up at me and opened her mouth.
“…In the end, you won.”
I looked straight at her.
A hole in the heart. The shade was completely eaten away by lightning. The dark red eyes returned to green. Looking at the disaster that is slowly dying…
no.
Facing the saint, Gleria Belle Armias, I slowly opened my mouth.
“I told you.”
I said.
“People living in this era are not as weak as you think.”
“…They are trampling on everything, leaving nothing behind.”
“Cook,” she laughed.
She laughed as if she was dumbfounded by the fact that even her last words as an apostate had been denied, and as if she was happy about that fact.
“Yes, your victory. “It’s my defeat.”
“It will be the defeat of the apostate. “It’s your victory.”
“…Thank you for your words.”
She laughed bitterly.
“It can’t be separated so easily, right?”
“······.”
“There was nothing I could do because I was eaten by the shade. I was swallowed up by the madness and could not resist. Making excuses and running away like that is still too ugly. “I don’t plan on going that far.”
The saint let out a long breath.
“I am···.”
“I know.”
I cut her off.
“I know what you’re trying to say. Still, I will say this. “It’s your victory.”
“···Victory?”
“I am standing here in response to the arrangements you left behind. I stand here following your wishes. “The person behind the contract you made is standing here.”
After the contract.
A junior who stands here in good faith.
“Even if you cannot divide yourself into two, an apostate and a saint…”
Apostate, not Gletus.
Even if you consider yourself an apostate, Gleria Bel Armias.
“Still, this is a victory for Gleria Bel Armias.”
I laughed.
“You are not wrong. “You did not lose in the match against the Demon King that day.”
My existence proves your sacrifice. This proves that the choice you made on the spot was the right one.
“Because I’m standing here.”
Therefore, I am at the same time a successor to the contract…
“Because I am the witness.”
He was also a witness.
Her gaze wavered at my words.
“and.”
“Cook,” he said.
I put something down in her hand. What I put down was prepared for this day. After putting it down, I took a step back.
“This is my tribute to you.”
The artifact she placed in her hand glowed white.
“A tribute to the hero, Gleria Bel Armias.”
I smiled and took a step back.
The light bursting from the artifact engulfed her.
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