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The ancient dragon city was dyed pure white.
This was followed by the sound of a thunderclap.
The white lightning that connects the earth and the sky is truly a punishment from the sky. It must be a punishment from a god standing in the sky on arrogant humans. That is why it was heavenly punishment, and that is why it was divine punishment.
Since ancient times, lightning has been a punishment from the sky, and humans have trembled in fear when they see lightning strike.
However, now that tens of thousands of years have passed, mankind no longer considers it to be scary. The warriors representing humanity were able to come this far because they were not afraid of heaven.
Three flashes cut the lightning that fell from the sky.
A sword light scattering sword energy.
Seomseon (閃線) that drags away ash.
A sparkling star spear.
Lightning scattered, cutting, piercing, and torn. Raniel took a step forward, crushing the remaining lightning with his feet. Waving the warrior’s uniform, she headed to her final battlefield.
The final ordeal he had to overcome was there.
The lost wings of the primordial goddess, the ancient dragon that represented the wrath of the goddess in the past, looked at the sinners who stepped foot here. The ancient dragon slowly moved as it looked at the humans who were trying to break the taboo of dropping stars from the sky.
There was no longer a master to serve.
Even though he was an ancient dragon who lost his master and his pride… he did not forget the promise he made to his close friend.
The ancient dragon moved to keep its promise to Jormun and Gletus. Every time the ancient dragon flapped its wings, the storm that raged shook the city of the ancient dragon.
A swirling storm.
A shaking city.
To intercept the humans running toward the temple, the ancient dragon flapped its wings and landed on the ground. But the humans did not slow down at all. This is the moment when the ancient dragon opens its mouth and spits out flames at them.
“Tap,” he said.
Humans are divided.
Raniel and Kyle kicked off the ground and leaped to the side. The two men slid into the side of the ancient dragon. From the beginning, the two raced straight towards the Platinum Temple, as if they didn’t even care about the ancient dragon.
With their backs exposed, they run only looking forward without even looking back.
So who is responsible for their backs? There was no need to look far for the answer. The ancient dragon looked straight ahead. There was a person stopping in front of me. The human was clutching a broken spear.
Destel, servile.
Heedless of the fire gathering in the ancient dragon’s mouth, Destel raised his spear blade towards the ancient dragon. This was planned from the beginning. Destel claimed to be the wing of the old goddess, taking on the role of dealing with the ancient dragon.
Take charge of Kyle and Raniel’s footsteps so that they can reach Jormun with their strength intact. Because Destel considered that to be his role.
“······.”
Destel looked at his opponent in silence.
A large body comparable to the black dragon. Wings that take out the storm. Flames and swirling heat gathering in the gaping maw. Like the giant dragon that sang the wrath of the gods in the beginning, that ancient dragon makes the creatures that stand in front of it become infinitely shabby.
Destel let out a laugh inadvertently.
If it were my past self, I would have felt fear. He must have felt fear and stepped back. Of course, I still feel fear now, but I don’t back down. Destel let out a long breath, clutching the blade of her spear.
fluttering.
The star clothes were fluttering.
There are no constellations engraved on the shroud. It’s natural. Since we are on our way to drop a star, it would be natural for the star to not lend us its strength.
But there was no need for stars from the beginning.
Clothes that did not contain starlight were fluttering, and the broken holy spear that had lost its starlight was tightly grasped. As Destel grabs the weapon that guy left behind, what comes to mind is… a conversation he once had with his future self.
“One, enter the ancient dragon city.”
“Two, embrace ash instead of starlight.”
Ashes settled on the fluttering shroud. Destel shook off all the ash that had been received from the Goddess of Ash. To use the arrangement left behind by the Goddess of Ash and the first apostle she made, here and now.
“Finally, three.”
“You must be holding the broken holy spear.”
Destel closed his eyes amidst the flying ash. All conditions were met. By fulfilling the condition, Destel borrows the ash as a medium. The power of a warrior who faced death in the past or some future.
Destel recalled with his eyes closed.
The scenery I saw in my dream. A warrior who was incredibly strong and faced me in the vast wilderness. The twisted future he would have reached. What passes through my mind is the time a certain warrior lived.
I was standing at the end of that time.
“copy.”
Destel opened his closed eyes.
He shouted as he opened his eyes and looked at the present.
“Destel.”
Destel of servility.
A warrior who has lived his whole life in regret.
However, the warrior who survived until the very end. Even if all of that had come to nothing… the record of his life remained in the scattered ashes.
Sarah.
Destel grabbed the broken holy spear through the swirling ash. At the same time, the ancient dragon spewed out flames. The platinum-colored buildings lined up in the ancient dragon city melted in the heat. Destel took a step toward the surging waves of heat.
What you imitate is your future self.
Destel jumped into the flames with his shroud fluttering. The warrior who survived until the end by drinking someone’s spilled blood now bleeds for someone else.
Bigul laughed at that fact.
Perhaps, Bigul laughed.
We entered the interior of the Platinum Temple.
As I entered the inside of the temple, magic no longer poured out. As if if you came this far, you should come up to the top floor and face yourself.
“······.”
Raniel climbed the stairs and looked outside the temple in silence. Destel was there, cutting through the flames to fight the ancient dragon, and the river floating in the sky was there.
The platinum-colored river water billowed in the sky.
In some ways, it was the shape of a dragon, and in some ways, it was the shape of a constellation. Could that be the constellation symbolizing Jormun? Looking at the constellation in the shape of a dragon that had lost its wings, Raniel let out a long breath.
The being you have to deal with from now on is Jormun.
Jormun, not Jormun van Dragonic.
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That would be a different entity from the ancient dragon wizard that her future self, the Goddess of Ash, would have dealt with. The person his future self was dealing with was a wizard who lost most of his power when the world was ruined, but who did not break the taboo until the very end.
However, the one currently on the top floor of the temple… is the first sinner to wield all powers freely and even loosen the restrictions placed on himself.
‘A wizard who single-handedly defeated all gods.’
A transcendent being who announced the end of the era of all gods and opened the era of humans. A being called the god of wizards. Therefore, it was also the last wall he had to overcome. With determination, Raniel climbed the stairs of the temple.
Raniel stepped onto the top floor of the temple.
At the same time, on the other side, Kyle also climbed to the top floor.
On the top floor of the Platinum Temple, Jormun stood alone in the spacious hall. Jormun’s blue hair swayed in the blowing wind. The golden dragon’s eye and the constellations of all gods engraved on the arm. The space was shaking around Jormun.
Although it was invisible to the criminal’s eyes, Raniel’s eyes could clearly see the waving space.
A shimmering space, a cross section of the world with a layer removed. What lies there is the power of forgotten gods. The power that Jormun took away that day when he defeated the gods. It had the shape of an eye. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of eyes were stuck in the distorted space.
‘···If you think about it.’
The shells of the forgotten gods we encountered in the pantheon, Alkeia, did not have pupils. Raniel smiled bitterly as he looked at the first sinner who had plucked out all the eyes of the gods.
“It’s terrible to see it again, that.”
Raniel pointed to the distorted space and exhaled.
“I guess you have a hobby of collecting eyeballs. Are you planning on plucking out my pupils too?”
“If necessary, I will.”
Jormun raised his arms.
The moment he raised his arm, the ceiling of the temple crumbled. The ceiling crumbles and the vast sky is revealed. Jormun gestured toward the night sky, which was dyed black even though it was broad daylight.
Charrrrrrrrrrr.
The constellations were rearranged in the night sky.
And at that moment, Raniel’s eyes widened. Raniel kicked the ground and leaped. Kyle must have sensed the same thing, so he took a strong step forward and swung his sword.
The order was sent without warning.
No, it wasn’t hit. The spell appeared there as if it had been there from the beginning. The moment Kyle’s sword collided with the spell, Kyle was pushed back. Raniel and Kyle slid and looked in front of them.
Jormun still stood there.
He didn’t move his arms, speak, or use mana. He just gave Laniel and Kyle a glance.
With that alone, the spell was manifested.
Lightning struck out of nowhere. A fire broke out. The ground rose and a shock wave struck. The first 360 spells known to Raniel and learned by all wizards hit the two of them at the same time.
“···Tsk.”
Raniel clicked his tongue and squeezed his hand.
With the sound of “ti-di-di-dig,” dark red lightning erupted from her grasp. Backlash. Raniel swung her fist at the incoming spell.
Even if it appears without omen, a spell is a spell.
The spell was consumed by the opposing lightning.
The spell that Raniel missed was cut by Kyle with a swing of his sword. As if something like this wasn’t enough to block the path, the two tore through the incoming orders.
“Is that the number you were hiding that day?”
Jormun pointed to Raniel.
Jormun narrowed his eyes as he pointed at the lightning bolt bouncing in his hand. Extraneous mana that eats away at spells and goes against the flow. It was a spell that was closer to a taboo than anything else.
Raniel did not answer Jormun’s question.
He kicked the ground and rushed towards Jormun. The moment she took her first step, her body accelerated. Even though she couldn’t use her starlight and couldn’t cast spells through the stars here, she cast a strengthening spell on her body.
He has already reached the point where he can handle spells without going through the stars. Looking at that scene, Jormun smiled bitterly. You didn’t come this far without a solution.
‘Did we get there, how far did we get there?’
The Raniel in front of us is close to completion as a guide. He can stand alone without the help of God, and holds in his hand a dagger that can reach God. However, in Jormun’s opinion, Raniel’s lightning was extremely crude.
It is true that it is a dagger that will reach God.
However, it was not a well-forged blade.
A crude and unpolished dagger.
That dagger may be able to pierce some gods, but it will not be able to pierce all gods. Before that happens, your body will be destroyed. It was bad luck for Raniel, but good luck for Jormun.
Because a completed leader is a difficult being that cannot be stopped by anything. You cannot stop a perfect leader by trying to protect the rules.
‘and···.’
Even without looking away, Jormun could see the human running behind him. The one who rushes in is Kyle Torben, a completed prosecutor. The sword of that being that surpassed Ganikalt has been completed.
One who is about to be perfected as a leader, and one who is perfected as a swordsman.
They are indeed difficult opponents.
However, the Jormun that confronts them is a transcendental being that was already completed tens of thousands of years ago. Jormun grasped the air with his constellation engraved hand in a time that seemed to have stopped. At that moment, the world was rewritten around Jormun.
There was no need to draw or engrave the circuit. Because the constellations engraved in the sky were his circuit.
Stars shone in the sky as time stopped. Shining star after star followed. Dots connected to form a line. Lines were connected to form constellations. Thus, the completed constellation left the night sky and fell to the ground.
Time that has stopped begins to flow again.
Raniel’s fist, extinguishing the lightning, and Kyle’s sword, imbued with a cool sword, flew towards Jormun at the same time. That was the moment when Raniel’s fist cut off his heart and Kyle’s sword cut off Jormun’s head.
Kwarung.
The constellations that fell from the sky like lightning surrounded Jormun’s body. At that moment, Kyle’s sword flew out. Raniel’s fist, filled with lightning, hit the constellation and was pushed away. The two people who were pushed back raised their heads and looked at Jormun.
With a hand engraved with a constellation, Jormun was grasping the constellation.
A constellation that looks like lightning or a spear. It was the first constellation created in the beginning of time, and it was the constellation used by a human called genius to destroy all gods. A constellation that went against the flow of the beginning of time.
However, it is now a constellation that has become a discipline itself.
Jormun took a step forward.
He took a step forward and swung his hand that was holding a constellation. The moment it touched the constellation, the dark red lightning that Raniel was holding crumbled. A backlash swept away by a gigantic flow that could never be resisted left Raniel’s body.
“If you pluck out the eyes that see the flow.”
He grabbed Raniel’s neck with his right hand and extended his left hand, with the constellation of Jormun engraved on it, towards Raniel’s eyes.
“My qualifications as a leader will come to an end.”
“If I can pull it out.”
Raniel grabbed Jormun’s wrist as it reached toward his eyes. Even as his neck was held and he looked in pain, Raniel exerted even more strength and grabbed Yormun’s wrist with both hands.
Kiiiiiiiing!
Raniel’s fingers, grasping Jormun’s wrist, blinked violently. At the same time as Joremun frowned, Raniel twitched the corner of his mouth.
“Why don’t you try picking it somewhere?”
Ashes to Ashes.
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