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Hundreds or thousands of familiars became one stream and swept across the wilderness. The familiars rushing by with their red eyes scattered are like waves. In front of the strong waves, famous heroes began to be swept away.
Even if you cut and cut, the witch’s army does not decrease. Even after cutting off her arms and decapitating her, the witch’s beasts continued to bite and scratch the heroes’ bodies.
The wounds were small at first, but each time an animal was cut down, the wounds opened and increased. In this way, one by one, the unrivaled heroes began to be buried by the beasts. Kariot, who was watching the scene from afar, exhaled, “Huh.”
···Did you say witch?
Kariot turned his head and looked at Resty.
The sight of her wielding the power of thousands of soldiers with a single wave of her hand is truly terrifying. Indeed, her demon lords end up thinking that she is a witch and that her wealth is a lie.
‘···Much less.’
Kariot laughed bitterly.
Kariot, who watched the girl’s activities in the battle to suppress apostates, knows. Resty Eleanoa is not a wizard limited to the class called Summoner.
If Raniel Van Trias created a class called Battle Mage to make up for the shortcomings of the Wizard class.
Resty Eleanoa honed her Wizard class to overcome the Summoner’s weaknesses. The weakness of the Summoner himself, rather than the army he commands, is powerlessness… At least, it does not apply to that girl.
“Okay,” Lesty snapped his fingers.
The completed circuit blinked blue.
The highest order, Ignis.
A spear made of blue-white lightning was fired toward the center of the battlefield, making a clang sound. The moment the spear was fired and stuck in the center of the battlefield, all the lightning condensed on the spear was released. Thunder struck the battlefield along with a blue flash.
···A first-class wizard who can command thousands of troops with a single wave of his hand and single-handedly use even the highest level spells that devastate the battlefield.
The entire battlefield was turned over by one wizard. Heroes whose names were written in history… like humans who face disaster, were unable to put up a decent resistance and died after being bitten by the witch’s beasts.
‘but···.’
Kariot clicked his tongue.
“Of course, it exists, lady.”
Despite the endless waves of enemy forces.
Even the highest level magic that sweeps the battlefield.
They are like monsters who stand up without giving in to anything and rush towards the enemy.
Suddenly.
The witch’s army, which had been advancing without knowing the end, stopped for a moment. All you can hear is the grinding sound of cutting. Scrap, crunch, crunch… Blood spurted high into the sky along with a long, resounding sound of cutting.
Patter.
The blood of the beast poured out. Her six sides were scattered.
What emerges amidst the bloody smell in the wilderness is the image of a hero who led an era.
Bergère of amputation.
About 200 years ago, a warrior who lifted the dark age that had shrouded human history. A hero who single-handedly blocked the forces of the Demon King’s army rushing towards the advance base Kateron for ten days and nights. With him at the center, the remaining heroes appeared one after another.
Hatton of brilliance with its flag fluttering.
An immortal Tritan carrying a great shield.
Ganur of salvation with a long spear hanging down.
Efta, a famous archer who carries platinum arrows.
The warriors who represented that era. What appears after the warriors… are the superhumans who crossed the battlefield with them, and their companions who went on the journey with the warriors.
Harpesia of Annihilation, the first master of the White Magic Tower, who created the seven highest level spells.
The one-armed Hakan lost an eye and an arm and let go of his sword, but at Berger’s request he held onto it again, and on his journey with him, he set out on the path to superhumanity.
Ariel, a comrade paired with the shield-holding Tritan and a wise man who achieved the ultimate in all elemental spells.
Saint Narun was exiled for rebelling against the religious order, but cried out for salvation until the end.
Heroes gathered around Berger.
Superhumans gather around heroes. Just as they did in life, they never backed down in the face of disaster. The more they were driven into a corner, the stronger their momentum became.
The sword flashed. Mana bloomed. The brilliance, the platinum arrows, the sacred fire lit by the saint, the sword energy of the superman…
Resty frowned as he watched them show off what they had and gradually push back his forces.
Annoying.
Resty frowned.
I have to quickly push them away and join the tower at the end, but it never ends. Rather, this side started to lose ground.
Wow.
Blessed with the brilliance of Haton and the saints, Berger ran through the battlefield with the support of top-class wizards. Every time he swung his sword, dozens of demonic beasts were broken into small pieces and their lives changed.
Tritan holding the great shield was not pushed back.
The spells performed by the two wizards hiding behind him were extremely difficult. The one-armed Hakan and the saving Ganur, who were racing after Berger, had no gaps.
In order to break through their gap, we had to go out with all our might. This is not an opponent that can be overcome with half-baked methods. Even though he knew that fact, Resty could not make a decision easily.
“······.”
Resty’s gaze was directed towards the tower at the end.
The place where the punitive force entered a little while ago.
Lesti bit her lip as she felt a huge figure writhing there.
Not good. The battlefield that was tilted is tilted again.
After thinking for a while, Resty finally made a decision.
She slowly raised her hand. Her raised fingers stop in front of her eyes. This is the moment when she tries to free the circuit engraved in her eyes.
Oh my gosh, I said.
The sound of something sliding echoed behind me. Resty turned his head back. A carriage was sliding there. A carriage arrived in the wilderness without slowing down. Immediately afterwards, the door of the carriage was torn off with a loud bang.
With the door being torn off.
Someone jumped outside the carriage.
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“The second apostle of the Ash Goddess?”
Raniel tilted his head.
Didn’t the Goddess of Ash disappear that day? But she still has her apostles? No, that aside.
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“···Destel woke you up?”
“Yes. To be exact, they say it’s Destel from the future.”
“Future? Did he regress too?”
“Rather than a regression… it seems like I borrowed the body of the current Destel. That’s what he said too.”
Kyle smoothed the hilt of his sword.
Looking at Kyle, who had a complicated expression, Raniel smoothed his chin. It’s an embarrassing situation for her, even for her. Come to think of it, it seems like she saw ashes even just before she started using scales.
‘···Not just for scales.’
Raniel often saw ash rising before his eyes that was not his. Raniel, who was pondering, slowly opened his mouth.
“Hey, Kyle.”
“Say it.”
“The Goddess of Ash… is she alive?”
“No. That’s not it.”
Kyle answered immediately.
“The Goddess of Ash disappeared that day and no longer exists in this world.”
“Then what is an apostle?”
“Those who followed in her footsteps.”
Yuji (遺志). Meaning left behind by a deceased person.
Kyle smiled bitterly as he smoothed the hilt of his sword. This was because she remembered the story Stell had told her when she woke up. As she moved in the opposite direction, recalling what he had said… Kyle opened her mouth.
“This is a message from the apostle of the Goddess of Ash, Raniel.”
Kyle said.
“I’ll leave that to you. This one…”
I take charge.
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The door is torn off with a bang.
The moment someone stepped on the railing of the carriage and jumped, the carriage, which had been sliding, crashed to the ground. A stuck carriage. The door that was torn off and bounced into the air was crushed when something stepped on it.
Resty looked up at the sky.
Kariot and Remia looked at someone in the sky.
Floating in the air is a warrior’s uniform embroidered with platinum-colored stars. A warrior floating in the sky with his back to the sun grabbed something in the air.
“copy.”
What I hear is a familiar voice.
“Gannur of Salvation.”
The thing held in his hand along with the starlight is a long spear. The warrior holding the long spear waved his arm in the air. He swung and launched his spear. Throwing a javelin is not a technique used by Ganur, the original owner of this spear.
Not Ganur’s, but the most warrior-like skill of a warrior.
The spear blade was fired in a platinum-colored trajectory. Kaaaaaaang! It made a sound and collided with the sword that Berger was trying to swing. Berger was pushed back. The starlight bursting from the window pushed everything in the area back.
Thus, a space of just a few steps was created.
Someone landed in that space through the rising dust. He pulled out the spear stuck in the ground and swung it lightly, kicking up the dust. What emerges from the dust that is removed…
“It’s a little late.”
The hero, Destel.
He looked back at Resty while clutching the star spear.
“I’m in charge of this. Go.”
He didn’t speak for long.
What stands before him now are dozens of heroes. It was a power that Destel’s original skills could not handle, so what he threw now was nothing more than an arrogant declaration.
Resty does not know that fact.
I don’t know, but… The moment Restel met Destel’s gaze, he slowly nodded.
This is what the most realistic warrior confirmed.
He said he would take charge of this place. He said he had the ability to do so. Resty trusted his words.
“Whoa…”
After seeing her start to move, Destel let out a breath and moved his gaze forward again. There, she has a hero who is watching out for her.
Bergère of amputation.
A warrior who lent his strength several times. Facing the warrior who was once called the strongest, Destel slammed the spear he had raised and plunged it into the ground. At that moment, the window blinked white.
Brightness.
The starlight flooding from the window enveloped Destel’s body. Although it was copied from Ganur’s spear, the techniques used with the imitated spear were from completely different warriors. Taking his hand away from the spear that had been driven into the ground… Destel stretched out his hand forward.
Bergère of imitation, cutting.
The holy sword was held in Destel’s hand.
A sword of the same type as the one held by the hero he is facing. Even though he grabbed the sword, the holy spear stuck at Destel’s feet did not disappear.
fluttering.
What appears on the shroud blowing in the wind are three constellations. A constellation of brilliance, salvation, and cutting. Destel took a step forward with three stars engraved on his shroud.
At that moment, Berger also moved.
It wasn’t just Berger that moved. The heroes moved as one body. The moment Berger swung his sword, Hatton’s sword flew out of his sight. Leaping forward, Nur swung his spear at Destel. A platinum arrow rushed towards Destel’s forehead.
Kiiiiiiiing!
Completed spells rained down on Destel from beneath his feet, from the sides, and from all directions. Looking at the attacks pouring in from all directions… Destel muttered one word.
Imitation, acceleration.
The shroud was divided into four parts and fluttering.
The empty part of the shroud was filled with constellations. It is the constellation of a warrior who existed in the past and future, not in this time period, and the constellation of a warrior who became a disaster.
Radiance, Salvation, Cut, Acceleration.
Four constellations shone brightly.
Immediately after, the new model of Destel disappeared.
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