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The deeper I walked into the tower, the heavier the air became. Feeling the cool, damp air, Akrita walked toward the darkness. While walking, Akrita smiled inadvertently.
lived a long time
He has lived longer than the stars in the sky, and has raced through the beginnings of the era known only to the ancient dragon wizard. The madman let out a long breath, remembering a woman he had encountered at that time.
“It’s a shame.”
Discipline.
“If I had been given a little more time, if there had been no ancient dragon… I could have destroyed it.”
Gletus of Discipline.
Among the countless people Acrita had seen, this was the woman who shone the brightest. In a time of chaos, when everyone was crying out for their beliefs and setting the world on fire, she became a ray of water and crossed the world.
She was a mysterious woman.
She extinguished the fire that would engulf the world and used it as her weapon. She simply charmed a sorcerer who was intoxicated by her own power with her own life. Countless people gathered around her.
Fairy species, spirits, dragon species, and other races large and small.
Numerous heroes, regardless of race, gathered together under the name of a mere human. The gathering was not limited to those who lived with their feet on the ground. Even the transcendent ones above the sky gathered under her name.
Lord of all dragons, the oldest god.
The Shadow Dragon Lord and her dragons formed an army in the name of discipline. When I closed my eyes and opened them, what seemed like a small stream of water had suddenly become a huge flood in the name of discipline.
A flood swept the world.
Discipline extinguishes fires, stops wars, and sweeps away arrogant gods. She was even able to extinguish the huge flames that had been sparked by the great war between the sixteen races that Acrita had been secretly causing for a long time.
That’s why Akrita was interested.
When that woman collapses, what a beautiful scream she will make. When that woman’s life falls apart, how will those who gathered in her name react?
In order to satisfy his curiosity and collect the most brilliant works of art, the madman sought every means available. But in the end, he could not achieve as much as demolishing Gletus.
“Did you say it was a blessing from heaven?”
“It certainly deserves to be called that. You are a tricky and annoying opponent. Maybe it can be compared to Jormun…”
She spoke briefly to herself, who was ultimately defeated.
“After all, aren’t you empty?”
“My life is not light enough to be defeated by someone who is empty.”
An empty human being.
The madman laughed while thinking about what he heard that day.
“Even though I ultimately failed in the past.”
Took.
The madman stopped walking.
Where he stops, there is a wizard who has reached the truth. I don’t know if I should express that appearance as having reached the truth or as being swallowed… but as long as the meaning is understood, it’s okay.
“Today will be different.”
Akrita lifted her foot.
The moment the raised foot hit the ground with a loud thud, the tower shook. The darkness residing in the depths of the tower began to stir and flood.
“Show me, Skeval.”
The first madman smiled.
“That this time is different.”
I said, “Kkeeeeeeeeeek.”
The sound of Providence being torn apart rang out.
The tower at the end.
The name given to the tower, which was divided into two by being bent in the middle, was the Tower at the End. There are no exact records left as to why the ruins were given that name. I can only assume that it is called the Tower at the End because it is a ruin located at the end of the continent.
“However, now that I look at it, I think the name ‘Tower at the End’ is quite symbolically fitting.”
Kariot muttered as he took out the weapons from the cross he carried on his back and laid them out. That tower is the final ordeal that the punitive forces must overcome, and the battlefield that will mark the end of this long, long struggle. The name ‘The Edge’ was quite fitting for such a battlefield, he thought.
“······.”
If you look around without saying a word, the place is full of unselected heroes preparing for subjugation. It was around this time that Kariot was catching his breath, calculating the time remaining until they entered the tower at the end with them.
Flashing.
Something sparkled on the tower in the distance.
Kariot narrowed his eyes. The flash of light soared toward the sky. The moment the soaring flash of light reached the sky, Kariot’s eyes opened wide.
“······!”
The flash of light that reached the sky falls down. The flash of light falling in a parabolic curve is not just one. A group of lights filled the sky and were falling toward the ground. What falls is an arrow imbued with moonlight.
Hundreds or thousands of arrows.
Kariot was not the only one who saw the scene. Those gathered in the wilderness reacted immediately. Belnoir waved his arm, and Resty beckoned. With the swirling storm, the familiars became a wall and surrounded the punitive force.
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bak!
A rain of arrows, weakened by the storm, fell into the bodies of the familiars. Although the damage was not serious, everyone gathered here knew about it. This is just a signal. and···.
Everyone’s eyes turned to Remia.
The subjugation team knows what technology has just attacked them. It is a moonlight arrow. It’s moonlight. It is a technique that is like a symbol of Remia, and it is a technique that Destel used by imitating past heroes.
“···They say it’s because I don’t know.”
Remia let out a breath as if she were dumbfounded.
“Isn’t the famous archer Efta dead?”
She raised her finger.
The place the raised finger points to is the tower at the end. Remia recognized the person standing on the watchtower at a glance. She couldn’t have known. He was a warrior with a deep connection to the elves…and a warrior raised directly by the elder.
Famous archer, Efta.
A warrior who holds the elf’s treasure, the Moonlight Arrow.
She was standing on the tower at the end. Why is a warrior who is said to have died hundreds of years ago there? Before I could question that fact, dolls started pouring out of the tower.
Dozens or hundreds of dolls flowed out from the cross section of the collapsed tower. A wave-like appearance made up of humans. The overflowing waves of dolls wrapped around the tower, as if protecting it.
Kakakakakang!
The sound of them pulling out their spears echoed loudly in the wilderness. The eyes of the punitive force looking at them gradually narrowed. I knew the information that the first madman practiced necromancy, but…
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“That’s…”
Chloe moaned.
She loved stories of heroes and fairy tales, so she read many heroic stories. Because she was like that, she could recognize at a glance who the people gathered in the wilderness were.
“Haton of Radiance.”
A warrior who swept the battlefield with indomitable knights 400 years ago.
“Bergère of amputation.”
The Holy Sword warrior who was said to be the strongest before Kyle.
“Immortal Tritan…”
A warrior holding a great shield who protected the armies at the forefront.
“Old… original intention, Ganur.”
The one whom the most heroic warrior admired.
A warrior who saved countless people. The moment Chloe said his name, her voice wavered.
‘···Not just warriors.’
It wasn’t just the warriors of the past. Many superhumans who made a name for themselves on the battlefield, as well as heroes whose names were written in history books, were gathered there. Those with tinnitus, those who dedicated their lives for humanity.
Thus, heroes who represented an era.
Such people surrounded the tower to protect the madman’s residence. The spear knife that was aimed at the devil to protect humanity has now become the devil’s and is being pointed at the current heroes.
This was an insult.
It was an insult to their lives and a mockery toward humanity.
“…I knew about it because I heard that he practiced necromancy.”
Saint Natida gritted her teeth.
“I never imagined that heroes who were about to die would be brought back to life like that, much less that they would be brought back to life in their prime. This is an unexpected situation.”
It was as she said.
By nature, those brought to life through necromancy are imperfect, and it is normal for them to be unable to maintain reason… but those standing in the wilderness now are no different from how they were when they were alive.
‘No, it’s actually more than the record…’
It is not what it looked like when it died of old age.
It has been revived in the present just as it was when it was young and perfect. There is no way to know how on earth that is possible, but we cannot just sit back and let it happen.
“······.”
The punitive force swallowed dry saliva and pulled out their respective weapons. At that moment, the troops guarding the tower began to rush towards the punitive force. Kicking the ground, pulling the bowstring, lowering their posture, and dragging their swords low, they ran through the wilderness.
As depicted in fairy tales.
Like the anecdotes of heroism they left behind.
Cutting through the wind and raising dust, the heroes appeared in their prime and rushed towards the punitive force. The difference from a fairy tale is that their eyes no longer shine.
Quickly, I said.
The punitive force gritted their teeth.
They are about to move towards their long-time seniors who are rushing towards them like the hands and feet of a madman. Once again, the ground shook.
Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!
A strange noise echoes through the wilderness along with the shaking ground. The tower at the end vibrated with a noise that pierced my eardrums. Black water overflowed from the shaking tower and surged into the sky.
【■■,■■■■, ■■■■■■■■.】
For a moment, an unintelligible, but scream-like noise rang out. The overflowing water became tentacles and wrapped around the tower. The subjugation team had a intuition that something was stirring in the coiled tower.
Something is about to be born. Using the waste water as nourishment, something was trying to come out of the world.
[I’m a contractor.]
A voice rang in Belnoa’s ears.
Rushing towards the oncoming army of madmen, Belnoa listened to the goddess’s voice. She is a goddess who rarely speaks to Bel Noah during battle.
[I have something to say to you.]
If such a goddess opened her mouth in an urgent situation, there must be a good reason. Belle Noir briefly nodded her head and the Shadow Dragon Lord began to speak.
[In the beginning, when all gods divided the world, new gods were often born.]
Belnoa kicked the ground and ran and raised his head.
[To become a god, you need a wish.]
[Someone’s earnest wish. However, not all gods are born from wishes. If that were the case, the great war would not have occurred.]
I raised my head and saw.
The waste that swallowed up the tower.
[Sometimes something stronger than hope.]
The Shadow Dragon Lord’s expression wrinkled. Belnoa heard the noise coming from the turbulent water in the tower.
[scream. resentment. Resentment. curse.]
It was a scream.
The old water was screaming.
[Some gods are born from such things. And, those born that way crave destruction. They scream and try to make the world look like them.]
That is why the great war broke out.
The goddess moaned and continued speaking.
[What is there is also a piece of God.]
The goddess warned.
[It has not yet achieved godhood, but it has earned the qualifications to become a god. The moment the star’s balance tilts even a little, it becomes a false god.]
“Is this the wrong word?”
Yes, the goddess answered.
[It means that you will become the master of ten thousand demons, a being called the Demon King.]
So, the Shadow Dragon Lord stretched out his hand. He pointed at the tower with a slender finger.
[Run. It’s not the remnants of the past you have to deal with. The moment it approaches completion… you can never win.]
The power to reach that place.
[Let me lend it to you.]
The goddess’s fingers grabbed Belnoa’s arm.
Belnoa’s shadow swayed greatly. Belnoa’s body accelerated for a moment along with the fluttering shadow. Even though she did not offer much in return, Bel Noah’s eyes widened as she saw her body being strengthened.
[What.]
The Shadow Dragon Lord shrugged his shoulders.
[The god you serve is not tactless enough to be picky even in such an urgent situation.]
It’s up to you, you guy.
Belnoa burst out laughing at the goddess’s voice.
fantasy,
