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The moment the sword and ax collided, the landscape split apart.
Like cracks running through a window, like shards of broken glass flying, fragments of the space that were split and shattered flew in all directions. The two humans faced each other amidst the scattered debris like flower petals.
···Lark looked at the sword that Varta was holding.
What is contained in the sword is Varta himself, the long life lived by a beast that wished to be human. The tower that Barta built, the path he walked, his final beliefs… the sword that contained it all was heavy.
···Barta saw the flames held by Lark.
I got a glimpse into Lark’s life through the flames that formed the shape of an axe. Pride, independence, a sense of self that you only realize after you let go of everything. The unquenchable flame was extremely hot.
Thus, what collides with life is life.
Or maybe it’s faith and belief, or maybe it’s everything you are. The two humans showed their most beautiful and most brilliant things to their rivals.
Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Regardless of the shock waves, wind pressure, and splitting space that come from life colliding, the two did not take a single step back. Instead, they took a step towards each other with a thud.
Ka, go, go, go, go.
Two lives that collide will never break or bend themselves. In the end, the blade and the flames scraped each other and moved forward. Flame glided along the blade. The blade slipped through the flames.
Okay.
In this way, the two trajectories complete their respective paths.
A life that is unique to you and does not resemble anything else. A knife that draws a complete trajectory. An ax that draws a complete trajectory. The swing came first, and the sound followed with a brief gap.
Suddenly, and then suddenly.
Varta’s sword cut off Lark’s left arm. Lark’s ax cut off Barta’s left arm. At exactly the same moment, without a single margin of error, the two cut off the arm of the other person holding the weapon.
Okay.
The blood of demonic beasts and human blood spurted out.
The sound of footsteps echoed again through the gushing blood.
Bartina has both his arms cut off and cannot hold a sword, but he does not care about that fact. His left arm, which did not let go of the sword until the very end. Barta bit down on my left arm, which was cut off and floating in the air, with its wide open maw.
The sword is a part of oneself.
The moment he bit down on the left arm that fell off, sword energy wrapped around Barta’s left arm. Using his fallen arm as a sword, Barta rejoined his sword. The place where the swift, clean, and concise sword strike is aimed more than ever is at the nape of Lark’s neck.
And, Lark.
I pulled my right arm, which was hanging behind my back, forward.
In his hand, he already held an ax made of fire. From the beginning, Lark held an ax in each hand. Holding an ax in each hand and swinging it was Lark’s original tactic.
Hwareuk.
Lark’s ax moved, extinguishing the flames.
Coincidentally, what Lark is aiming for is also Barta’s neck. Each person swung their weapons, aiming at each other’s necks. The trajectory drawn by Lark’s ax and the trajectory drawn by Barta’s sword overlap again. Although they overlapped…
This time, unlike before, the decision was made.
Lark’s ax accelerated for an instant and tore apart Barta’s sword energy. Barta tore off his left arm with clenched teeth. Cutting through the blood of the demonic beast, Lark’s ax was embedded in the back of Barta’s neck. I dug into it.
“—————!”
Lark screamed and waved his arms.
The sensation of splitting bones and tearing flesh. With a crackling sound, Lark’s ax drew a complete path. Flames soaring along the trajectory. A red-hot ray was drawn on Barta’s neck.
At that moment, time, which had stopped, regained its speed.
The scenery was cut diagonally along the path of Varta’s sword. A storm raged behind Lark. Follow the trajectory of Lark’s axe! The heat ray drawn while making a sound burned everything it touched. The heated landscape melted and melted.
Boom, coo goong. Wow.
Amid the crashing, burning, and sweeping noises, Lark was breathing heavily as he was swinging his axe. Catching his breath, Lark lifted his head. There, Barta is looking down at himself.
“···Ahhh.”
Barta groaned. Or, he laughed.
Dark red blood flowed from Barta’s half-turned eyes. The heat lines drawn on his neck are not visible in his eyes, but what his upside-down eyes are seeing is his own death.
Barta smiled as he faced his approaching death. Something that has not been fulfilled for a very long time. What he had longed for and longed for since his previous life. Barta felt that his empty heart was filled.
“La, k, van, grace.”
The beast that had become human shouted.
“It was the best duel.”
He said, looking at Lark with upside-down eyes.
“It’s your victory.”
The red heat ray drawn on Barta’s neck burned. With the burning flames, Barta’s neck was tilted at an angle. With a thud, Varta’s severed head fell to the floor of the Temple of Fortuna.
In the past, at the temple where a girl named Barta committed suicide… the swordsman Barta, the beast that became a human, met his death.
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“Whoosh, whoosh….”
In front of Barta’s fallen body, Lark took a deep breath. Every time he took a breath, a handful of dark red blood came out of his mouth. Lark, who was staggering, fell to the ground with his back against the pillar of the collapsed temple.
The bleeding doesn’t stop.
The severed arm throbbed. There was not a single part of her body that was healthy. Leaning against the pillar of the temple, Lark glanced at Varta’s body. He saw Varta’s head, which he had cut off.
‘King of Demonic Beasts…Barta.’
A terribly strong opponent.
The one who became a superhuman and the one who gave him a reason to become stronger. Lark hated and resented Barta for trampling on his brothers’ pride, but at this moment, he had no choice but to show respect to the author.
Looking at the beast that had met its end as a human, Lark let out a long, very long breath.
“···Phew.”
won won. I finally defeated it.
He subdued an ancient disaster with his own strength. I wanted to be happy about that fact, but the situation wasn’t very good for that.
‘···My body doesn’t move.’
My vision became blurry and my body became cold.
It’s because too much blood was shed. This was because the body, which was already pushed to its limit, was overworked beyond that point.
“I have to keep my promise.”
A promise I made to her before coming here.
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It seemed like it would be difficult to keep that promise.
Lark’s eyelids slowly closed.
Boom, boom… boom.
“······.”
Kalt slowly opened his eyes at the sound of the ground shaking. Kalt opened his eyes and immediately frowned. His head was pounding. The accident did not proceed properly. As if a part of my memory had been cut out.
What happened?
Why did I fall down?
Kalt blinked a couple of times. Even while he was blinking, the sound of the ground shaking and cracking continued to reverberate. Kalt closed his eyes and opened them, looking ahead with a blurry gaze.
···The scenery cut at an angle was there.
Magic towers thrown upside down on the ground.
The remains of the severed magic tower. A landscape of mangled land. And the clouds and sky cut at an angle. The moment he saw it, Kalt’s memory became intact.
“Cluck, clack…!”
Kalt coughed up blood.
Yes, I remembered. The moment he struck the sword of death and thought his victory was lost… the sword of death ripped off his right arm with his own hand.
‘And then he swung his sword.’
In a more perfect form. At a faster pace.
Even though he was standing behind him, he was caught up in the aftermath and lost consciousness. He couldn’t tell how long he had lost consciousness, but it didn’t seem like very long time had passed.
“Whoosh….”
Kalt stood up, coughing up blood.
This is how I felt when I was on the other side of the sword attack. Then, to the senior who was standing in front…
‘I think I saw a chain right before I lost consciousness.’
The last thing I saw was chains rising with the sound of offering.
‘please···.’
Kalt tightened his eyes, hoping that Raniel would be safe. My blurry vision became clearer. What was revealed was the sword of death with his sword hanging down… and the figure of Raniel lying down in the distance.
···Raniel was lying in a pool of blood.
Her body is full of broken chains. Raniel, submerged in a puddle of dark red blood, did not move. She didn’t even know if she was alive or dead.
“···Seniors.”
There was no answer back.
Only the sword of death, which was looking at the fallen Raniel, slowly turned its head to look at Kalt. Death looked Kalt in the face.
“next.”
Death asked Kalt a question.
“Is there a next time?”
The sword of death, which had become even more perfect by ripping off half of my body, asked a question. Even though he is bleeding, even though his body is damaged by being eaten by lightning… he is shouting the following.
“I haven’t collapsed yet.”
The disaster himself has not been subdued yet.
Death is alive and well here. So, bring on the next opponent. Bring here anyone who will stop me. As if shouting, Death took a step towards Kalt.
“Is it you?”
Death asked.
“Are you going to stop me?”
Kalt gritted his teeth.
Clutching the broken knife, he tried to approach death, but his legs wouldn’t move. The body reached its limit long ago. Just standing up now is like a miracle.
Can’t win, never.
There was no way in Kalt’s mind to defeat the death in front of him.
‘What on earth should I do…’
Unable to retreat or approach, Kalt looked at Ganikalt approaching. It was around this time that Kalt was just looking at his death. Behind death, Raniel’s body, submerged in a pool of stagnant blood, twitched and moved.
“······.”
Death, which was approaching Kalt, looked back.
“Suddenly,” Raniel slowly got up, holding onto a puddle of blood. Her condition, which barely raised her body like that, makes it doubtful whether she is even alive.
One eye is closed. One eye that was open was out of focus. The limp arms were twisted, and all the fingers were broken off. The long cut on his right shoulder is tattered as if it could be torn off at any moment.
Patter.
With each breath, blood spurted from the open wound, and her complexion became paler. Even with her rising starlight, her body could not recover. She could barely stand up, and she seemed incapable of doing anything.
Crack.
Kalt gritted his teeth and took a step forward.
Kalt frowned at the pain that surged upon him the moment he moved his body. When I looked down at my body, I saw a piece of stone lodged deep in my abdomen. It looked like it got stuck when it was thrown away by a storm.
Sigh.
Khalt let out a long breath as he grabbed the piece of stone and pulled it out of his abdomen. Taking a deep breath, he took another step. So two steps, three steps. Kalt held the broken sword and ran towards Ganikalt.
To replace Raniel, who could not move, or to buy time.
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