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“next.”
The sword of death, Ganicalt.
He felt alive now.
“Is there a next time?”
Dark red blood flowed from the torn right arm.
The scent of soot wafted from the body that had been eaten by the lightning. Ganicalt was now feeling a pain that he had not felt for hundreds of years.
Because I felt pain, paradoxically, I felt alive.
The great sword in my hand was heavy. It wasn’t as light as always, but it was heavy, so I could fully feel the weight of the sword. Because I felt the weight of the sword, I knew how to swing it.
“I haven’t collapsed yet.”
I haven’t fallen down yet.
bring me death As I finally feel alive, please bring death to end this long life. Your role is over, so please get out of this place.
‘Please, death to me.’
Death wishes his own death.
He hoped that someone who would surpass him would appear and that the blade of humanity, which had grown and developed, would pierce him. He hoped that the sacrifices of himself and his colleagues in the past would have meaning.
“lack.”
Groaning, Ganicalt swung his sword.
“This isn’t enough.”
A little more, just a little more.
Ganicalt hopes for those who pushed him forward and for his successors who will inherit the sword skills he left behind. I hope they will surpass themselves.
Just like that day when I crossed swords with Kyle Torben.
May he show off a blow that surpasses himself, may he show a will that does not give in to anything, and thus prove that humanity has overcome the most feared disaster.
Death is.
Ganikalt van Galatrik hoped and hoped.
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Everything felt distant.
I barely got up, but in other words, that was all. Raniel felt that his body could no longer move. The cost of overlapping acceleration, the burden of backlash, and the use of mana beyond the allowable limit.
Numerous shackles bound Raniel’s body.
The moment I tried to raise my mana, I made a noise and black blood came out of my mouth. Breathing heavily, Raniel looked ahead. Everything seemed so far away that he faced the situation with his own eyes.
“————!”
There was Kalt, screaming and rushing towards Death. Kalt’s physical condition was also in dire straits. His beloved sword was broken, and his breathing was heavy.
···What is the enemy like compared to that?
Ganicalt did not fall.
He was still standing with both feet on the ground, swinging a sword that was sharper than before. The moment the sword of death and Kalt’s broken sword collided, Kalt’s body floated in the air.
“Big, wow…”
Kalt rolled on the floor, coughing up blood.
Kalt immediately tried to stand up, but his hands that were on the floor slipped and he fell down awkwardly. I was in no condition to be able to stand up.
···Click here.
Raniel gritted his teeth.
All 37 magic towers she was proud of collapsed. The space created by the magic towers was also shattered by the sword of heaven wielded by Ganicalt. There was only a handful of mana left, and her body was already in shambles.
You can’t use backlash.
I can’t even raise my mana.
In comparison, what about the opponent? Has become stronger. Raniel did not know how to block the sword wielded by Death, which was perfected by tearing off his own arm.
‘I broke all my fingers and made an offering, but I dragged all the mana down to the floor…’
Let alone offset, it could not even prevent the aftermath.
The Sword of Reverse Heaven, wielded by Ganicalt, whose arm was torn off, was not aimed at Raniel from the beginning… but at the fake sky created by the towers. If the sword strike from heaven had been aimed at Ran El himself, he would have died instantly.
Can’t stop it. Can’t fight back.
I couldn’t think of any way to win.
“Wow, big…”
Coughing up blood, Raniel barely managed to raise his arm. What blooms in her grasp is a small starlight. A handful of starlight left to you. The starlight took on the phenomenon of balance.
···Her own star weapon.
Raniel looked with blurry eyes at the blade prepared to deal with the Demon King. A star weapon that can be used only once using the remaining starlight as a reward.
‘but···.’
Even if I used this, I didn’t think I could beat the death right in front of me. Because this is a blade that only works on demon lords. Then there was only one means left.
…I promised that guy that I wouldn’t use it.
Raniel smiled bitterly.
In the end, the choice Raniel made now that all means were blocked was the same as in the past. Ran El, who glanced at Kalt, who was trying to stand up again, pouring out his blood, made a choice.
Choosing the lesser evil, not the best.
By breaking the promise he made with that guy that day, Raniel returned to being a gray wizard instead of a warrior. Raniel grabbed Starlight tightly. The shape of the platinum-colored scale gradually changed. It is no longer a star weapon.
A scale to increase longevity, value, and life.
This is a scale used by the Gray Wizard.
Raniel smiled bitterly at the sight of Libra for the first time in a long time. Destel’s insight was accurate. From the moment the operation began… Raniel was thinking of putting his life on the scale if things went wrong.
‘I can’t keep my promise.’
I need to get a drink from that guy.
Raniel thought while holding the scales. I hesitated. The moment he uses this, he himself cannot return. Since he has become a hero, the lifespan he can bet on will be ‘all’, not years. Because the stars warned me so.
If you use scales, you will not be able to achieve your goals.
If you sacrifice your life to accelerate… you will be able to defeat the sword of death and reach the devil. However, he will have to give up his wish to be fulfilled after defeating the Demon King.
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Crack.
Raniel gritted his teeth while glaring at the sky.
“f*cking bastard.”
The reason he altered the scale so that it could not be used in yearly increments, so that it could only be used by risking one’s entire lifespan… was probably because he was aware of his own purpose.
The star is speaking to Raniel.
Die here.
Your destination should not be before yourself.
What the stars hope for is mutual destruction. Things that become variables in the balance of the world. The devil, the madman, Raniel, the sword of death, the stars hope that they will all be destroyed at once. This is the truth about the star that Gleria noticed in the past.
“From the beginning, the stars were hoping for mutual destruction.”
“I hope that we, who have become so strong, and the Demon King will be destroyed together. Don’t look beyond the sky.”
Even though he knew that fact, Raniel headed here. He thought that if it were him, he could change the ending. But, is this what happens in the end? Looking at the scale in front of him, Raniel agonized and agonized.
He weighed his secret wish and his duty as a warrior.
Your failure means the destruction of the world. If you fall here, everything will be swept away by the overflowing shadow. He was an outsider. Eventually, the scales within Raniel began to tip.
“That’s your weakness, junior.”
The madman is right.
Raniel can never ignore the deaths of innocent people. Raniel put down his wish and bowed his head. He lowered his head and reached for his scale like a warrior.
“Dedicated…”
This is the moment she wants to say.
The ash that rose up out of nowhere obscured Raniel’s vision. “Tsk,” Raniel frowned. Ash blocking my view. Raniel raised his head, following the fluttering ash.
The ash that had obscured her vision rose into the sky.
This is the moment when Raniel looked up at the sky, following the rising ash. Raniel’s eyes widened.
“Raniel, is he going to be okay?”
“It won’t be okay.”
In the shaking carriage, Destel rested his chin and let out a long sigh. He said, looking out her window.
“That guy seemed like he was planning to use his life from the beginning. He said he had the means prepared, but he didn’t seem very sure.”
This is a guy who has always been full of confidence.
There was no way a guy like that would have planned such an operation, relying solely on means he wasn’t sure about.
“If you get it wrong, it will burn your life, obviously.”
Because he was that kind of guy from the beginning.
If pushed into a corner, he will eventually sacrifice himself. He will burn his life to achieve great feats.
“Because I knew that…”
Destel ruffled his hair.
“My future self must have made a mistake.”
“Are you from the future too? No, are you all returning? Are all of you returning except me?”
“I’m not a regressor, I’m a possessed person. I’m a victim.”
“Either that or that.”
Destel smiled bitterly, looking at the grumbling person sitting across from me. This was because memories of the past few days came to mind.
“The horse is possessed… Actually, I don’t think I had any intention of doing that.”
Destel let out a long breath. Exhaling her breath, De Stelle closed her eyes and recalled memories of her past few days.
“Prove it to me.”
“If you can’t prove it, it’s up to you to have that body.”
Destel was ultimately defeated by his future self, who threatened to take over his body. It was natural. The battlefield we walked on was different. The years on the battlefield were different. In every way, Destel fell behind his future self and was defeated miserably.
However, his future self did not take his body.
“Stand up.”
As if he had not intended to do so from the beginning, he grabbed his collar several times and pulled him up to fight again. Until Destel finally defeats his future self. He spoke to Destel, who ultimately won.
“day.”
“It only takes one day.”
Just ask me to lend you my body for just one day.
Destel did not refuse that request. Because now he seemed to know what he was going to do in the future. The place where the future self who borrowed his body was headed…
“Well, even if it wasn’t okay, it’ll be okay now.”
Destel opened his closed eyes.
I looked at the person smiling in front of me. She was looking out the window, laughing.
“It’s a pity that I can’t go there with you, but I heard there is a separate battlefield that I need… so what can I do?”
Hair resembling the color of cherry blossoms.
“It’s been a while, so I should go see Remia’s face.”
Green eyes.
“…Are you sure it’ll be okay? Weren’t you worried?”
“I was worried, but what do I do now?”
Sarah tilted her head as if asking something obvious.
“There he went.”
The woman who was no longer a saint smiled.
With confidence, I smiled.
“Kyle Torben, the hero who cut down the Demon King.”
Kalt, who had staggered to his feet, was out of breath and was about to take another step. Kalt saw a shadow cast over his head.
“······.”
Kalt raised his head without saying a word.
If you look up at the sky, there is a wyvern flapping its wings in the air. The armor covering the wyvern’s body had the royal family symbol engraved on it.
···Kalt knows about that wyvern.
That wyvern, wearing armor with several layers of acceleration spells, was created for the purpose of quickly moving key personnel on the battlefield. However, the normal human body could not withstand the accelerated speed of the wyvern, so there were very few cases of that wyvern being used.
‘Only a hero or a very small number of superhumans can withstand that speed…’
Then, who is riding that wyvern?
Now that all the superhumans have been deployed to other operations… who on earth is in that wyvern? This is the moment when Kalt had such doubts. Someone jumped from the top of the wyvern.
Towards the ground, without hesitation.
Even though it fell from a fairly high height, the landing was extremely soft. The moment he saw the faces of the reinforcements who had set foot on the ground, Kalt inadvertently burst into laughter.
“under···.”
When he first saw the wyvern, Kalt thought that no matter how many reinforcements came, no matter how strong a superhuman came… he couldn’t hold on to victory. However, the moment he met the face of the person who got off the wyvern, Kalt could not help but burst into laughter.
“Well… indeed.”
Kalt laughed bitterly.
“I guess I’ll have to give up my nickname, Sword Saint, now.”
come.
Humanity’s strongest swordsman.
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“···you?”
Raniel looked back.
A person who jumped from a wyvern. Raniel’s eyes widened at the appearance of a person who could never be here.
“how?”
“Well, it’s long.”
He shrugged his shoulders.
He lightly waved his hand away at his long hair and approached Raniel. He approached and grabbed Raniel’s wrist, who was holding his scale, and pulled it down.
“I broke my promise, so I guess you’ll have to buy me a drink.”
“What? No, sleep….”
Before Raniel could add anything, he passed by Raniel with a smile. He brushed past and headed forward.
widely.
Passing by Kalt, who was barely standing, he lightly tapped Kalt on the shoulder. Only then did Kalt let out his breath and flop down in his place.
widely.
Kalt and Raniel looked at his back.
He no longer wore the warrior’s uniform, but what he stood for did not disappear. The hem of the clothes fluttering. A sword worn at the waist.
symbol of victory.
A swordsman who brought victory to every battlefield he entered.
“Tap,” he said.
He passed everyone and stood right in front.
Wherever he goes, there is death.
Ganicalt, the sword of death, looked at the person approaching him with his sword hanging down. Ganikalt, looking at him, did not ask anything.
There was no need to ask, “Are you a prosecutor?”
There was also no need to declare, “Show your qualifications.”
What was coming to me now was the prosecutor who proved it all. He was a human being who transcended pride, determination, and anything else to reach the same level as himself.
The prosecutor untied the knife tied to his waist.
The sword, which was originally a star sword, no longer glowed platinum. The sword with the broken decoration symbolizing a star is simple. It’s extremely plain.
Although it no longer attracts starlight.
Although it no longer had its brilliance.
Therefore, the prosecutor raised a sword that was sharper than anything else. As if presenting it to Ganikalt.
Ganicalt also raised his sword.
The two swordsmen showed their swords to their opponents. It was a kind of sacrificial ritual. The utmost respect shown towards one’s acknowledged rival.
“I am Kyle Torben.”
Humanity’s strongest swordsman.
The prosecutor who had reached the state of reverse heaven spoke his own name. There was no need for the title “warrior,” “the strongest swordsman,” or any number of nicknames in this position. Kyle just put his own name into his mouth.
“Ganikalt van Galatric.”
Kyle said, pulling the sword out of its scabbard.
“A rematch.”
There was no need for a long conversation.
Kyle revealed his name and the name of the person he was aiming his sword at. Not the sword of death, but Ganicalt Van Galatric. At that name, Ganicalt’s gaze wavered for a moment.
By the time my shaking gaze calmed down.
For the first time.
For the first time, Ganicalt burst out laughing while holding his sword. As if it were infinitely more enjoyable. Ganicalt smiled as he looked at the swordsman who had just called his name.
It was the underdog. He must have been an insignificant kid.
This is a person who was frightened at first and let go of the sword. I was an insignificant weakling who barely survived with the help of my teacher and colleagues.
The second time was a warrior who attacked him without letting go of his sword. He was a warrior who did not neglect his duty and wasted his time by taking up his sword again and again.
And, in the third.
“I am Kyle Torben.”
“Raise your sword, Ganicalt.”
He was not a warrior, but a proud swordsman who charged at him with his sword pointed at him. In that duel, that man managed to carve scars on his body. In the past, he confidently rose to the heights he had reached.
Well then, for now.
What about now that we have reached the fourth time?
The author, Kyle Torben, was a prosecutor who achieved the same feat as himself. He was his junior, someone who walked the same path as him, and was also his rival. The insignificant coward ended up in the same position as himself.
Growing and growing.
At the end of moving forward and moving forward.
Still, looking at his junior who was standing in the same position as him and pointing his sword at him… Ganicalt grabbed his raised sword with a sharp jerk. That prosecutor was the enemy that Death had longed for.
“I accept.”
Ganicalt said as he swung the sword he was holding and cleared away all the dust between him and Kyle.
“Show me everything.”
the best you have
He was a warrior.
He was a superman.
A swordsman of reverse heaven who cut down the demon lord.
In the long history of mankind, only two swordsmen have reached a point of reversal. Two swordsmen standing on the same level faced each other under a slanted sky.
There was no need for any further conversation.
They rushed towards each other. At the same speed, with the same stride, in the same posture, and at the same time, the two swords overlapped as if they were one sword.
fantasy,
