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Cheonhye (天惠), grace given from heaven.
In the beginning, when the continent was divided into ten thousand branches according to the will of all gods, Acrita was called by that name. However, considering the circumstances of the time, Cheonhye may not have been a nickname with a very positive meaning.
Humans were an inferior and weak race that was not chosen by any god. Even when they looked up at the sky, there was no god who could grant their wishes, and the only thing that existed there was malice.
A being that plunders, steals, and kills itself.
A higher being that gives power to such beings.
Therefore, for humanity at the time, the sky was a negative, irresistible disaster, and a word symbolizing great malice. Therefore, the title of Heavenly Blessing given to Akrita did not have a very good meaning.
An inhuman being.
A being far from humans.
A foreign being sent from heaven.
At that time, Akrita was an alien being in both a good and bad sense. After joining the resistance, he easily disintegrated the forces of the race blessed by God, and the number of times he killed the general who was called the Apostle of God reached ten.
Considering that the resistance before Acrita had hunted only two generals for over 300 years, this was a remarkable feat. Nevertheless, he remained calm. Without showing any sign of emotion, he simply dismembered the general’s body calmly amidst the joy of his colleagues.
『I imitate the blow that an old man who devoted his whole life to the sword delivers at the end of his life, just by seeing it once.』
『He is better at tactics and strategy than an old general who has survived on the battlefield for decades. He is good at trench warfare, and he excels in any battlefield, whether it be slash and burn, hand-to-hand combat, or rotation.』
『Someone’s life is just a moment for him. It is not a talent that humans deserve.』
『No matter which path you choose, you will be able to reach the peak.』
It is said that one learns just by seeing.
It is said, once you see it, once you do it, you will master it.
Say, say, say…
『Cheonhye (天惠).』
A being who proves himself by trampling on the lives of others.
『Blessing of Heaven, Akrita.』
Malice sent from heaven.
A brilliantly blooming star flower and sparkling platinum eyes.
The torrent caused by Stella and Watcher, who have fully developed their talents, is extremely powerful. Star flowers in full bloom covered the area. Reading the phenomenon with his platinum eye, the moment the Watcher waved his hand, Skebal’s spell was dismantled.
【■■, ■■■.】
【■■, ■■■■■■■■.】
However, even though imperfect, God is God.
Skebal, who had acquired everything except godhood, moved his large body. The tentacles shook and the space broke like a glass window. Although it did not reach the realm of power, it was powerful enough to be called a miracle.
I could see something beyond the split space.
It is outside the world. A night sky without stars. Therefore, an abyss filled with only darkness replaced the broken space. The black water flowing from the abyss dyed the star flower in full bloom black.
Poseok.
The flower buds that had grown into star flowers thanks to the nourishment of hundreds of spells withered the moment they touched the black water. The petals crumbled and scattered.
“······.”
Ayla frowned.
Starlight accumulated over a long period of time, starting from the last queen of Arcadia. However, it is not only humans who have accumulated power. Ayla closed one of her eyes. Resty gestured toward Ayla.
Keying.
The Watcher’s platinum eye filled one of Ayla’s eyes. Stella and Watcher were originally one talent. Through Resty’s eyes, Ayla saw the being before her eyes.
craving.
Numerous souls of screaming demons were united under the distinct emotion of Skebal’s longing. That being is yearning. What are you longing for?
‘Perfection, beyond truth, heaven.’
The wizard who longed for the truth wants to become heaven himself. That is Skebal’s longing. The wizard who wanted to become the sky beckoned. To ascend to heaven, Skebal wanted to sacrifice the children of the stars.
Black water droplets flowed endlessly and filled the underground space, rising into the air. The floating water droplets formed letters.
The spells radiated light, and Ayla gritted her teeth and made a flower bloom. Blooming flowers block the spell. Some flowers withered, some bloomed, and some turned black and crumbled at the same time.
···This is an opponent you cannot defeat alone.
Concentration.
But of course, she was not alone. She smiled when she felt Ayla behind her. The flower petals were being dragged to one place.
Flashing.
A short flash of light erupted and Ayla turned around. There was Chloe, pointing her wand forward. The flower petals blooming at the tip of her wand burned with a crackling sound.
The highest order, Flare.
The concentrated starlight was liberated.
Heat rays decorated the underground space. It burned the rushing black water and struck the abyss that existed beyond the shattered space. The black water that was flowing out evaporated in an instant.
Kiiiiiiiing!
Afterwards, Resti’s spell and the storm brought by Belnoa swept the area and struck Skebal’s body. Although it was only for a moment, Ayla glanced at Skebal, who was faltering, and had a premonition of victory. If we push forward like this, we will be able to put an end to that false god.
That’s the moment I thought about it.
Stone dust falling with a patter.
Ayla’s head jerked upward. There was a madman falling, dragging a shadow.
“···stomach!”
The moment Ayla shouted, Belnoa was already running on the ground. Ayla gestured towards her galloping Belle Noah. Petals engulfing her magic surrounded Belle Noah. The madman, Acrita, is a wizard. A being who has become a great wizard.
‘But, no matter how great a wizard he is…’
As long as he is a wizard, he will not be able to deal with the star petals that devour even the spells of imperfect gods.
‘So, it’s our victory.’
We have reached the end of the chessboard.
The madman added an unexpected variable.
From the moment he arrived here and became enlightened, the madman’s plan was ruined and he was defeated.
That was the moment Ayla thought about.
With a bang.
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Belnoa, who had jumped, fell to the ground.
There were no major wounds on the body, but what was important was the fact that Belnoa was pushed away. This is Belnoa, who has reached the level of a superhuman and strengthened his body through dragon painting. Ayla couldn’t understand the fact that Belnoa was defeated in close combat.
Even more so, even Belnoa himself.
Belnoir straightened up and narrowed his eyes.
The moment they collided, Belnoir was preparing the spell the madman would use. But the madman did not use magic. I just grabbed something in the air and swung it.
And, that’s definitely…
Belnoa looked ahead.
With a thud, the madman landed softly. The madman lightly swept away the rising dust with a wave of his arm. What he held in his hand was a long spear.
A spear, not a staff.
Ki, not mana, rose along the spear.
Acrita burst into laughter as she felt the eyes of the punitive force looking at her with wide eyes. He swiveled the window once and fixed it.
“How many years have you been alive?”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“Could I have foolishly held on to just magic? Unlike this friend behind me, I have dabbled in many fields.”
From the beginning, he was originally a warrior.
In the days when he was called Cheonhye (天惠), when he raced across the continent in this body, he picked up a spear. It was a masterpiece taken from a blacksmith who frequently made fires.
Akrita ran across the ground, holding a masterpiece that had not rusted even after tens of thousands of years had passed.
In a flash of light, a spell was placed on that body. Acceleration, increased strength, lightening… The moment the spell that went beyond the limit was about to put a strain on the body, Akrita laughed. Because he remembered seeing good things.
Sarah.
Black powder flew.
Acrita, whose body was strengthened in the same way as Raniel, closed the distance in an instant. The moment he closed the distance and was about to swing his spear, Belnoa blocked him.
Kaaaaaaaaaaaa!
The moment the spear collided with the dragonized arm of Belnoa, Acrita loosely held on to the pole of the spear. He twisted his body along the bouncing spear blade. He swung the spear blade as if using Belnoa’s power to turn it back.
The accelerated spear blade struck Belnoa’s body.
Acrita kicked the ground and ran, leaving Belnoa behind as he was pushed away. Running, he opened his mouth and spoke. In an instant, the ground shook, and knights rose from the black water.
Necromancer.
The knights rushed towards Belnoa. The moment Belnoa was about to chase down Acrita, destroying all the knights, the ground shook. Swamp, Inferno. The spell completed in an instant stopped Belnoa.
Wizard.
Spells that fall on you are deflected with a spell.
What assists the output is the black water created by Skebal. Just as they use starlight, Acrita only uses the black water summoned by Skebal.
···The person called Cheonhye (天惠) lived for over tens of thousands of years. A genius who can swallow up what others have accumulated over a lifetime in a single moment has learned by stealing the bodies of others for tens of thousands of years.
Necromancer, Wizard, Summoner, Battle Mage.
I mastered magic.
Changsha, swordsman, archer…
He mastered hand-held weapons.
So, now that Akhrita is moving his true body, he is a swordsman, a wizard who has reached the truth, and everything else.
Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Spell and spell collided. Pushing away the charging Belnoa, Acrita sprinted towards the back line.
…The reason he used magic so far was because it was easier that way. Even if he changes his body, he does not need to train his body. He could do more with magic than simply swing a spear.
Necromancy, plague, deception, reincarnation, possession, usurpation.
The blade can only be used in a one-dimensional way, killing and torturing people. Even Ganikalt, who is said to be a top-notch swordsman, couldn’t do anything but cut down the sky? In contrast, magic can completely change the rules of this world.
Acrita clearly saw with her own eyes Jormun and Gletus opening the heavens and remaking the world according to their will.
That’s why Akrita chose magic.
To manipulate the world to my will like them.
However, now that a variable has occurred… there is no need not to swing the spear even now that the true body is moving. Shouldn’t we use everything we can? Akrita sprinted and lightly swung her spear.
Black water droplets bounced along the trace of the spear.
The highest order, Judgment.
The black water evaporated in an instant, completing the spell. Compressed lightning fell towards the spear blade along with a clang sound. The blade of the spear, imbued with black lightning, shone brightly.
That’s the moment.
Skebal, who was confronting Ayla, sent a message to Acrita. Close her eyes. Arc Rita burst out laughing at the momentary amplification of her presence.
“···If what I just said offended you, I apologize, buddy.”
Finally, you are helpful.
A wizard who, unlike himself, devoted his long, long life to one field. Therefore, the wizard who had reached the truth was slowly opening his eyes.
Magic is a distortion of providence.
Because it distorts providence, wizards have always made deals with the stars. Since the goal was to twist some of the rules of the world of stars to create a miracle, it was natural to entrust the star’s permission.
‘But, it was a mistake.’
Skebal, who had stepped into transcendence, realized something.
‘We are not dealing with the stars.’
When he first defected, he thought he had made a deal with the devil to create magic. That is why he served the Demon King as his master. He thought that in order to use magic, he had to go through the devil.
However, all of that was just an illusion.
The wizard’s dealings are not stellar. It’s not even a shade. It is not a transcendent being. More fundamental than that… it is the providence itself surrounding this world. Even though he is God, he is not free from providence. Rather, it becomes even more entangled.
If you burn it, it will burn. If you pour water, the fire goes out. When you hit the ground, it creates a dent. When you take action, there are consequences. A cause is needed to create an effect. Creating a cause ultimately pays the price.
Give something to get something.
Equivalent exchange.
Even stars and shadows are bound by that providence.
The simplest yet most solid providence. According to that providence, the stars and shade became ‘scales’ and only helped the wizards in their transactions.
And now.
I didn’t need that kind of help.
It was a matter of becoming the scale myself.
“iced coffee.”
Skebal groaned.
I realized the truth. A spark flew in her head. The spark that jumped out became language. Skeval felt all the shackles that had been binding him fall away. Once he reached his truth, his enlightenment was fleeting.
There was no need for additional shade.
He was everything.
There was no need for cumbersome procedures, no circuit diagrams to simplify cumbersome procedures, no need to create sentences with combinations of words, no need to draw circuits, much less pronunciation.
Just pay.
It’s a disaster.
The black water that was everywhere disappeared in an instant. It didn’t evaporate, it simply disappeared from the world as if it had never existed in the first place.
paid the price created a cause set it on fire I poured water. hit the ground took action created a cause
So, what’s left is…
There are only results.
Oh my gosh, I said.
The underground space was suddenly engulfed in darkness.
fantasy,
