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Libra.
Gray hair fluttered in the wind.
Starlight flooded around one human. The overflowing starlight did not lose its light even in the land of shadow where the heavens and earth were dyed black.
Because it is not the starlight sent by God above the sky.
Because it is the light gained through the life lived by one human being.
That is why Starlight did not bend itself in the slightest in front of the overflowing shadow. It is a starlight that resembles its owner, who never gave up on his beliefs in front of anyone. Dragging the starlight, the human, the wizard, and Raniel Van Trias stretched out their hands.
Sigh.
She grabbed the air.
A platinum-colored chain appeared out of nowhere, making a clang sound, and was wrapped around her hand. The moment she kicked the ground and took a step, a platinum-colored ripple ran across her ground.
Charrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
What rises in the waves is a chain.
Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands… so many chains that it was meaningless to even count them were shot towards the shadows. Flooding starlight, chains swirling like waves, Raniel kicked the ground and accelerated through them.
Acceleration.
Someone followed Raniel as he accelerated, dragging the starlight behind him. Kyle, who followed her, not wearing anything but dragging a sword, opened her mouth.
“Just look ahead and run.”
Kyle laughed. He said with a smile.
The words that Raniel said to him in the past.
“I’ll take care of the rest.”
Sigh!
Kyle swung his sword backwards, sliding and spinning. The black hands that had been pushed between the chains fell down with a crunching sound. Kyle stabbed Raniel, who was running ahead, behind him.
It is always the role of a colleague to open the path for the warrior to run and to guard the warrior’s back.
Therefore, Kyle Torben dragged his raised sword low. I can’t swing the sword of heaven with this body, but what? Even if I can’t use Yeokcheon, I still have a sword in my hand. That was enough.
The swordsman raised his sword.
To open the path for the warrior to follow.
Kyle thought inadvertently as he dragged his sword.
The roles are reversed from the past.
It was Raniel who always opened the path for him to run. Kyle ran along the road that Ran El had opened, and he returned along the retreat route that Ran El had opened. Therefore, on the battlefield, Kyle did not need to look to the side, behind, or anywhere.
All you had to do was always look ahead and run.
It was funny enough after I kicked Raniel out of the party that I painfully realized that fact. Recalling the past, Kyle swung the knife. The first type of Galatric style, first sight killing.
Wow.
With a cutting sound, the grips that had been pushing towards Raniel were torn into pieces. Raniel ran through the torn apart hands. She was running only looking ahead, just like Kyle had done in the past.
Charrrrrrrrrrr!
The chains that were originally supposed to be used to bind the Demon King are now being used by Raniel as wedges to pierce the Demon King. The running Raniel and the tens of thousands of chains following her… even look like a spear.
With each step she took, her new model accelerated a little more. She had to sweat Kyle out as she tried to chase after Raniel, who was getting faster with each passing second.
I guess this is what he felt too.
But chasing after Raniel isn’t as painful as it used to be. Kyle swung his sword lightly. He lightly kicked the ground and ran. The blade in my hand felt very light at this moment.
The sword in my hand is light.
Even the trajectory of the sword is not light.
Kyle exhaled and lowered his posture.
I lowered my stance and accelerated as much as I could. Racing at high speed, Kyle dragged his sword low. Just like in the past when he jumped into the demon king’s army alone, Kyle jumped into the waves rushing towards Raniel.
A wild sword, a net of swords.
Galatric style, super dog meat.
Chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
The waves broke into pieces. The torn hands jumped up in all directions. Kyle jumped out through the waves and lightly shook off his sword. This is Kyle, who has already experienced cutting down a demon lord once. Kyle could see how the shadow would move and how it would approach.
Waves crashing endlessly.
Beyond these strong waves lies the center of the devil.
The center that he split in half that day.
Even compared to that day, the Demon King did not weaken at all. Was it because the only thing the Demon King lost that day was immortality? If not, is it because the balance was broken and all the restrictions that bound the Demon King were removed?
‘On the contrary, it seems to have become more intense…’
Still, it didn’t matter.
I have moved further forward than that day. Moreover, he is not the only one here. Kyle’s eyes widened as she swung her sword.
That day, that moment, then.
To keep his words, the grown boy swung his sword. He swung his sword and cut down the demon. He laughed, exhaling through the bouncing debris. It wasn’t painful for him to swing the sword. It wasn’t difficult at all to move forward.
Because it was the path to a dream.
He cheerfully took the next step toward his dream.
The sword, which had become sharper after the battle with Ganikalt, cut down Gujeongmul. The nails, knuckles, and wrists of the incoming hands were cut into pieces. Torn to pieces, Kyle chased after Raniel.
This time, not as a hero, but as a companion of a hero.
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Raniel sprinted, wrapped in the overflowing starlight.
With each step, the scenery changed. Wherever her steps were taken, they tingled and burned into platinum color. Neither the water that brought her to her knees in the past nor the black rain that fell from her sky could do any significant damage to her anymore.
The sediment evaporated. The moment she took her step, her black river boiled. Raniel ran, burning everything he touched. Faster than ever.
The power I gained by sacrificing half my life that day.
He was immature at handling starlight, and could not withstand the overflow of starlight, so he only used this power to tie the Demon King’s feet. But now it is different. She had the experience of her past years of living as a warrior.
How to deal with stars.
How to attract stars.
At this moment, knowing that, the chain is not a tool to bind the Demon King’s feet and buy time… but has become a spear blade to pierce the Demon King.
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Charrrrrrrrrrrrr!
The only sound that reached my ears was the sound of chains being dragged.
With narrowed eyes, Raniel only looked ahead and ran. The waves crashed endlessly, but he had no intention of stopping. Because beyond these waves lies the center of the devil.
As he ran aimlessly, Raniel thought.
The words Ganikalt left before arriving here.
“Please, my master.”
What he couldn’t protect.
Even though his master’s soul crumbled, turned black, and became one with the shadows… Ganicalt hoped for his master’s salvation until the end. It was hoped that the last queen of Arcadia would be laid to rest.
Raniel heard the wish of the leader of the ancient kingdom’s guardians.
Since I heard it, there was no reason not to make it happen.
From the beginning, it wasn’t much different from what Raniel had originally planned. She had no intention of simply subduing the Demon King here. She planned to completely deny the foundation of the Demon King and achieve his complete annihilation.
Cooung.
It was around this time that Raniel was breaking through the old water and moving forward. The ground shook. The final wave to overcome to reach the center was rushing towards Raniel. It is a wave so large that it almost touches the sky.
A wave of grasps crashes in.
Raniel took a moment to catch his breath in front of the waves of grip that started from the ground and reached the sky. This is the first time she stops walking and tries to swing her chain.
“Bow down.”
A voice echoed from behind me.
The moment the voice was heard, Raniel laughed. She accelerated, kicking the ground with her foot, which had been pushing hard to stop her. She increased her speed a notch.
I didn’t look back.
Because there was no need to see it.
With his posture lowered, Raniel ran towards the huge waves that were rolling in.
Suddenly.
And, at that moment, a long, quiet cutting sound rang out from behind. At the same time as the sound of cutting, a line was drawn on the wave that was crashing towards Raniel. The waves broke around the line. The crashing waves foamed.
Bouncing sediment.
Severed black fingers.
Between them, a human wearing starlight passed by. Raniel jumped off the ground, crossed the last wave, and reached the center of the Demon King. What comes into clear view is none other than the true body of the shadow.
It was created by combining the heads of dead things and grips full of resentment. A lump of curse that has a more complete form than a grip made of scum.
【■■, ■■■■, ■■■■■■■■!】
The false god screamed.
Huge hands were pushed towards Raniel. Rather than a blood-like object flowing from a god, the body of a god rushed towards Raniel.
A source of shadow that cannot cause significant damage unless it is a blow that goes against the flow, like a reverse heaven.
Raniel swung his arms as he fell toward the source. The chain that had dragged me here flashed white for a moment. The enormous amount of starlight contained within her body pulsated loudly for a moment.
Charrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Chains extending in all directions pierced the grasp of the surging shadow. The grips that could not be pierced were tied, and the grips that could not be tied with a single strand were held together by dozens or hundreds of chains.
The chains held on to the God who refused to be spelled, who rejected the starlight, and who refused to be bound.
The Demon King’s movements stopped as if caught in a spider’s web. Kang, Kakang, the sound echoed and the chains broke… As if replacing the broken chains, more chains pierced through the source of the shadow.
This is the first part.
Raniel walked above the spider web. He stepped on the chain and approached the prey caught in the web. As she approached, she tapped my ear.
“This place is ready.”
Raniel raised his arm where all the chains were connected. Floating above the outstretched palm… is her unique spell prepared by Raniel for this day.
A spell that will turn the flooding starlight into a wedge that will pierce the Demon King.
Raniel continued as he looked at the circuit blinking with a ticking sound.
“What about that one?”
“Preparations are complete here too.”
Raniel smiled and let out a long breath.
“Then I’ll leave that to you, Cardi.”
Deep within the ruins of the ancient kingdom, Arcadia.
A wizard was walking there.
Crossing the castle fragments floating in the air, he entered the center of Arcadia. He opened the tightly closed castle door, walked through a corridor filled with demonic energy, and stepped into the depths of his heart.
Red Palace. The abode of a madman.
The wizard headed toward the altar located deep within the lost castle. He smiled bitterly as he walked. That day, there was a difficult problem he couldn’t solve.
“It took a long time.”
Archmage of Arcadia, Cardi Van Armiel.
“Really, it took a long time.”
He was the great wizard of the kingdom.
He was a subject of the queen.
The elf, who was the owner of all the magic towers in Arcadia, has now returned here as a mere wizard. The contract tried to hold Cardi back with every step he took, but Cardi waved his hands against the pushing constraints.
“The contract is over.”
he declared.
“All of my companions who were tied up that day were freed. They died as human beings, not as disasters. This is an ending I did not wish for.”
An ending that was thought to be impossible.
“All disasters have fallen, and humanity no longer needs the cycle of starlight.”
A distant dream that was thought not to come true even if another thousand years passed.
“So, let me put an end to the contract I made that day.”
Cardi laughed at Starlight.
“So stop talking nonsense and give it to me.”
Cardi grabbed the scale that floated in front of him. The balance was shattered and the price he paid to the stars began to return. Not all the money was returned, but the mana he gave was returned.
The wizard returned as an archmage.
The mana that has been worn out over a thousand years is rough, and the amount has also decreased noticeably… but he is an archmage because he is not bound by such things. Dragging his mana, Cardi stepped into the center of the red palace.
“Preparations are complete here too.”
The Archmage has returned to Arcadia.
Cardi stood directly in front of the altar located in the deepest part of the Red Palace. A mass of resentment, curses, and resentment seething from all directions. That day, Cardi let out a long sigh as he again faced the hell he had not been able to burn.
“In the future, when we defeat the Demon King… we will come back here and save them. I’m not giving up, so don’t look so distressed. Gleria.”
“but······.”
“There is no way for us right now. There is no way for us to save them, or at least annihilate their existence.”
This is a promise I shared with her in the past.
“I’ll come back after I finish everything.”
“Yes, definitely…”
I’m back, myself.
To put an end to what we couldn’t do that day.
“I’ll leave that to you, junior.”
The gray wizard raised his mana.
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