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The sword rang. The name of the sword echoed.
Prosecutor, Barta. Everything disappeared from Lark’s sight, leaving only the sword he was clutching. The noise of stones falling, the noise of swallowing dry saliva, the noise of swirling sand, all sounds disappeared one by one.
At the end of its disappearance, all that remains is the sound of the sword clanging. Only the name of the sword echoed in Lark’s ears.
The sound of the sword ringing, the laughter of Barta holding the sword, and the look in his eyes speak to Lark. This is the power that Barta himself possesses. That’s the answer I found.
“······.”
Lark took his stance without saying a word.
He suddenly realizes. The prosecutor who was on friendly terms with him just a moment ago is no longer here. The beast that was sharing a sword with me advanced far away in an instant.
Finding your own answer.
He completed his own sword.
A prosecutor who has reached the peak. Exist only after reaching the area you longed for. A sword that the being wields with all its might. Lark let out a long breath as he looked at the sword that would bring death.
···In the end, what needs to be done doesn’t change.
see.
My best, my all, my best.
“Prove it to me.”
Gehete, the place where death is silent.
Under the torn sky, the voice of death standing straight on the cut land echoed in the wilderness. A voice that not only makes your eardrums vibrate, but also shakes your brain.
Sreung.
What follows is the low sound of the sword.
Even though the sword of death does not have a sheath, what resonates when the sword is slowly lifted is a strange noise that resembles the scabbard being scratched. As if this world were a sheath for his sword, Ganicalt scratched the air and drew his sword.
The point where the tip of the blade is pointed is the challenger who has reached Gehete.
Ganicalt held the sword with his left hand from the beginning.
From the moment he picks up the sword with his left hand, he is no mere disaster. Since the beginning of human history, a being that has never given up its place… has reached the limit of its sword.
Prosecutor, Ganikald van Galatric said.
“come.”
There is no need for long words.
Someone took a step toward Ganicalt, who was slowly lowering his sword as if he would go there himself if he didn’t come. A thud, the sound of light footsteps echoed across the wilderness.
It is Kalt who takes a step forward.
Kalt pulled out his sword all the way and lightly threw the empty sheath on the floor. With a thud, the sheath that bounced off the ground fell back. Kalt took a step beyond the falling scabbard. I took a step forward and looked back.
A brief exchange of glances.
Raniel nodded slightly.
Immediately after, mana bloomed around Raniel. She is ‘preparing something’ as she can instantly manifest even her highest order spells. As soon as morning began to flow around her, her strong mana flow began to change.
And, Kalt takes another step forward.
“Ganikalt van Galatric.”
I took a step forward and faced Ganicalt directly.
Ganicalt’s eyes narrowed when his name was called. Ganicalt knows the person standing right in front of me. A human who survived his own blows in the past.
“I meet the first sword saint and progenitor of the Galatric style.”
The human is speaking.
Your name, your position, what you once built up. And, it doesn’t stop with just talking. Ganicalt looked with narrowed gaze. The trajectory drawn by the tip of Kalt’s sword. Kalt’s stance.
Toouk.
The place where the sword moved smoothly, the final stop, the steps taken, and the breathing, all are flawless. It’s perfect posture. Absolutely perfect…
“I am Kalt.”
This is Galatric Ryu (流).
“I am the Sword Saint, Kalt.”
Ganicalt does not know what the title Sword Saint means. The one who inherited Galatric. He is the one who carries on the will of Galatrick, whom he was determined to destroy. The title of Sword Saint refers to such a person.
···They would have buried it under the ground.
···I would have broken all the swords and turned them into tombs.
A huge tree that he burned, broke, and buried.
However, there is a prosecutor in front of us who is talking about how he raised that giant tree once again and made it bloom again. Seeing that, Ganicalt adjusted his sword without saying a word. He took his stance again.
The posture of the first type of first sight killing.
People who recognize that posture also adopt the same posture. Same walking method. Same breath. Mirroring the space between them, the two swordsmen took exactly the same posture. This is the moment when the blowing wind subsides.
Squeak.
The two swordsmen swung their swords at the same time.
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Chaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
The sword and sword swung at high speed collide, ignoring space. Naturally, it is the Kalt that breaks the moment it collides with it. The sword road drawn by Kalt is twisted, bent, and swallowed by Ganikalt’s sword.
I know, the level of completeness of technology is different in the first place.
Kalt knew he would be pushed back, so he swung his sword and lowered his stance. As he was swinging his sword, he lowered the tip of his sword low and kicked it into the ground. He kicked the ground and sprinted away. The reason I responded with the same technique was to buy time.
Suddenly.
Kalt’s spine stiffened as he saw the sword passing right above his head. A frighteningly sharp sword. Indeed, he is truly a being who can be called the strongest swordsman. A being located far, far away. Now that he was crossing swords with that being, Kalt’s heart was beating violently.
I’m scared, really.
Even though we only exchanged one sum, our fingertips were trembling. His hand holding her sword tingled.
‘I’m not a sword wizard for nothing, this is it.’
However, fear was not the only thing that made Kalt’s heart beat like when he first encountered it. At that time, I swung the sword to escape her death and somehow survive. But what about now?
With a thud, Kalt kicked the ground.
Every time you take a step, the distance narrows in an instant. As Ganikalt was swinging the sword, Kalt held the sword at an angle and sent the falling sword energy away, ignoring the distance.
With each blow, his body screamed and the blade trembled violently… but still, Kalt clearly let go of Ganikalt’s sword. He moved forward.
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‘Prove it.’
To prove it, Kalt is brandishing a sword.
He is swinging his sword to see that the path he has taken has been meaningful, and to see how far his sword, following Kuntel’s legacy, can go.
···The day when he first encountered death, Kalt was trembling with fear and clashing his teeth together. He had to risk his life to deflect the blow, and barely managed to take it by throwing away half of his body.
‘No, I didn’t even take it.’
My body was broken and I had to retire.
But, it’s different now. Unlike then, it is visible through Kalt’s eyes. The path drawn by Ganicalt’s sword. What kind of posture is Ganikalt taking? There is a faint glimpse of what trajectory the sword will swing next.
You can hit it because it is visible. You can let it flow.
The numerous battles that have been fought over the years have made Kalt’s movements smooth. Recalling his previous battle with Kuntel, Kalt kicked the ground and sprinted.
Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssww!
As if gliding, Kalt dug right in front of Ganikalt. Finally, the distance was narrowed. As if he had been waiting for Kalt, Ganikalt slashed his sword raised high. A sword falling in a straight line.
It is simple, but because it is simple, it is a heavier sword than anything else.
Under the death falling like a guillotine, Kalt’s footprints were left dizzying. Kalt twisted his body in place and let out a long breath. The trajectory of Kalt’s sword, which is raised diagonally from below, is a half moon.
Galatric Ryu, reform.
Eclipse 6: Moonlight (月影).
The sword engulfed in the sword energy of moonlight clashed with Ganicalt’s sword, scattering the shadow of the moon.
Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
The moment they collided, Kalt’s posture collapsed.
The weight of the sword that Ganikalt wielded was pushed by the sword that was pressing down on the opponent, and Kalt’s knees slowly lowered. This is the moment when the knee finally touches the ground and Kalt is about to be crushed by the sword of death.
Kiiiiing!
With a noise that felt like space was being twisted, Kalt twisted his sword. Moon shadows were scattered in all directions. In an unsteady, low stance, with his knees almost touching the ground, Kalt struck with his twisted sword.
Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!
Ganikalt’s sword slipped along with Kalt’s sword that was struck down. This is the moment when the slipped sword gently cuts through the ground. Sword energy exploded from the tip of the sword and cut the ground.
Wow.
Without any time to be surprised by that fact, Ganicalt’s sword, which had been dug into the ground, dug into the ground at an angle and bounced up. Even though it was clearly embedded deeply into the ground, the sword’s speed did not slow down at all.
“···!”
Even though he hurriedly withdrew his sword and swung it, Kalt’s body floated in the air the moment the swords collided. The moon’s shadow scatters and tries to distort the space, but…
Tick, tidididdididdididik!
The moment it touches Ganicalt’s sword, the moon shadow is torn apart. This is the moment when Kalt’s body floats in the air. Ganicalt’s sword drew a strange trajectory. The sword he was holding shook and several layers of afterimages were scattered.
“···ah.”
Kalt’s eyes opened wide.
Soon, the scattered afterimages overlapped and Ganicalt swung his sword at Kalt, who was floating in the air. The trajectory of a sword swung at an angle. Kalt hurriedly inserted his sword into the sword’s path… but the moment the sword and sword touched, Kalt’s finger broke with a loud sound.
Galatric Ryu, Type 6.
Rather than imitating it in his own way, the six expressions of the original stream filled Kalt’s eyes. The moment the sword strikes struck, creating a distortion of space, Kalt’s vision flipped. Up, down, left, right, all sense of direction is shattered.
“Big!”
A handful of blood came out of the mouth.
Just before being thrown to the ground, Kalt barely twisted his body and slashed his sword towards the ground. Sssssssssssssshhhh! When Kalt, who had been sliding with his sword still stuck, barely raised his head…
“Pfft!”
Ganicalt, who had narrowed the distance with just one step, was swinging his sword. I don’t even have time to catch my breath. Kalt rolled awkwardly on the floor in front of the falling sword. He rolled on the floor and pulled out his sword.
Kaaaaaaaaaaaa!
The moment the swords collide, they are pushed back again. The balance has been shattered. My breathing became disturbed. Kalt, who was breathing heavily, swallowed his breath and gritted his teeth.
With a thud, Kalt leapt to the side.
Kalt, who took a stance while sliding on the ground, immediately opened his eyes and dragged his blade low. The sword soared, scraping the ground as if it was about to touch the ground, scattering moonlight. Moonlight wants to create a new road.
Kaaaaaaaaaaaa!
However, there is no way death would allow that to happen. The sword of death came down hard and crushed the moonlight. Kalt’s sword that was trying to trace the full moon was shattered. The full moon was less than half a month old and was disorganized.
It continues like that.
He tries to wield a sword that will reveal strange trajectories, strange sword techniques, and variables… but Ganicalt crushes them all from the front. All of Kalt’s techniques are blocked by a sword that is simply swung straight. It falls apart.
‘under···.’
Kalt let out a laugh.
The countless sword paths I saw before my eyes have now reduced to single digits. All sword routes were cut off. If you look around… the entire area is already completely black. Everything dyed pitch black is the sword drawn by death. There are only a few rays of moonlight that correspond to it.
···The surroundings are dark.
This is the moment when the surging darkness is about to engulf Kalt.
Flashing.
Suddenly, a flash of light erupted from behind Kalt. A flash of light that dispels the darkness. Although he didn’t look back, Kalt knew what that flash was. Kalt let out a laugh.
‘I thought I was going to die while waiting.’
Kalt gritted his teeth and squeezed out his strength. His eyes widened, he cooed, and put his foot down.
Hearing the sound of the chain ringing in his ears, Kalt did not think about what would happen next. After swinging the sword, I swung it with all my might without thinking about the direction I was going to take, the direction I was going to follow the swing, or the ‘next’.
Kaaaaaaaaaaaa!
The moment sword and sword clashed, a stalemate ensued for a moment. In terms of time, it was less than 1 second. However, for just a moment, Kalt received Ganikalt’s sword. Not by letting it go, but by whistling.
However, that also doesn’t last long.
The balance is broken and Ganikalt’s sword is about to engulf Kalt. The chain stretched out with a clang sound, wrapped around Kalt’s arm and pulled him in. Caught in his chains, Khalt fled Ganikhalt’s path.
Crank.
Kalt, who had left the battlefield and was caught in chains and rolling around on the floor, let out a long sigh he had been holding. He gasped and groaned.
“Well, really, quickly, please…”
“Good work.”
Kalt barely raised his head and looked at Raniel standing in front of him. There were several huge holes in her space centered around her.
“Preparations are complete.”
Ganicalt, who was glaring at Raniel from a distance, swung his sword. In the face of the sword energy rushing in and shaking the ground, Raniel did not make any movement. He just raised his arms. He clasped the two raised palms together.
“come.”
It was that moment.
The open space suddenly became huge. Open space is not a transmission gate for living life to pass through. There isn’t even enough space to move all the items. It’s just a transfer gate to move the tower that Raniel created.
Space opens up and something with enormous mass pours out.
The moment the powerful sword energy rushing in and the unknown black pillar that crossed the space collided, the sword energy was disturbed. As Ganicalt’s eyes narrowed, Raniel let out a long breath.
Boom, boom.
The black pillar does not stop at just one.
Pillars continue to fall from beyond the open space. Pillars resonate, attracting the falling debris. What is created in this way is the tower.
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
The ground shakes.
Huge pillars fell into the ground one after another, as if surrounding Ganicalt, who stood at the center of Gehete, a place where death is silent. There are a total of 37 enclosed towers.
Charrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Thousands and tens of thousands of chains extend from tower to tower. A spider web made of chains spread out in the middle of the 37 towers. Raniel, who stood on top of the rope, stretched out his hand toward the sky. As if grasping the sky.
That’s the moment.
37 magical towers.
The magic tower that imprisoned Ganicalt resonated all at once.
fantasy,
