I Quit the Hero’s Party Chapter 522

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Ashes to Ashes.

While holding on to Jormun’s wrist, Raniel recited a spell. As soon as the ten fingers flashed, a powerful explosion hit Jormun and Raniel. Raniel, who was thrown into the air by the recoil of the explosion, twisted his body.

Sigh.

Raniel, who slipped and landed on the ground, raised his head. The smoke that rose in the aftermath of the explosion slowly cleared, revealing the appearance of Jormun. Even though he was hit by an explosion at close range, there was not a single wound on his body.

Raniel clicked his tongue and frowned.

A constellation extending from the left arm of Jormun. That constellation must also be a spell of some sort, but Raniel couldn’t understand that constellation. It’s the same feeling I got when I saw the swords of the sword being wielded by the prosecutors.

Incomprehensible, incomprehensible, outside of common sense.

But it is not completely incomprehensible. Raniel did not forget the sensation he felt when his light struck that constellation.

‘The backlash was swept away by the current.’

The lightning that should have gone against the flow was instead swept away by the flow. It was inferior in completeness and power. What it meant was simple. The constellation held by Jormun was hanging one step further than the lightning.

That one step, just one step forward.

If we can bridge the gap, we will be able to secure victory. But how? Raniel answered the question he asked himself.

‘How can I do it?’

You have to watch and learn.

That constellation that Jormun holds in his hand. If you can see ‘how’ Jormun uses that constellation, you will be able to fill in the piece that you were lacking.

“···Phew.”

Raniel took a long breath, closed his eyes, and then opened them.

Having ruined her original plan, she opened her mouth.

“Kyle.”

Raniel raised his hand as he looked at Kyle, who was standing across from Jormun. I tapped my temple with my raised hand.

A brief exchange of glances, a single hand gesture.

That was enough to change the plan.

This is Kyle, who has been with Raniel for nearly ten years. Kyle immediately understood what that movement meant. “You’re asking a difficult request,” Kyle muttered as he adjusted his grip on his sword. Kyle let out a long breath and changed his posture.

“first.”

Kyle slammed his foot down on the ground.

Kyle let out a sigh as the ground cracked. One breath and one step. That was enough to swing her sword.

“Bow your head.”

Raniel lowered his posture and swung his fist toward the ground. This is the moment when her fist hits the ground with overlapping spells.

Smash.

Gold ran down to the platinum temple with a loud sound. The temple shook with a running crack. This is the moment when Jormun frowns and tries to walk towards Raniel.

The first form of Galatric style, first sight killing.

A difficult sword, a net of swords

The sword energy was shot out with a sharp cutting sound. The sword energy that hit Jormun crumbled with a loud sound… but the sword energy fired was not one. Dozens of sword skills were created with a single swing.

Chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

The sword cut what it originally intended to cut.

What Sword Qi was targeting from the beginning was the floor of the temple. The sword energy struck the crack created by Raniel once again. The cracks spread deeper and further, spreading throughout the temple like a tree taking root.

And then, coo.

The first was a ceiling that had been cut at an angle.

The moment the shattered ceiling fell with a patter and hit the floor of the temple, everything collapsed. The pillars, the floor, the statues, and even the throne. Everything collapsed.

Before the temple falls to the ground like that.

“Whoop,” Raniel grabbed the air.

Chains shot up in the air, binding fragments and fragments. Next, a road was made. What is thus completed is a stage favorable to Kyle.

An open view, a wider battlefield, and a foothold.

The optimal battlefield for swordsmen has been completed.

Kyle let out a long breath as he stood on the chained scaffolding. Kyle narrowed his gaze. Kyle looked at Raniel standing across from him and at Jormun between him and Raniel, and adjusted his grip on his sword.

Raniel requested.

Please buy me some time.

‘and···.’

He asked me to bring out Jormun’s full power. Kyle smiled bitterly and caught his breath. She cut down an ancient lich that had lived for a thousand years. He cut down the Black Storm Black Dragon, cut down the false god, and cut down the strongest swordsman.

Now all that remained was the largest constellation.

Kyle let out the breath he had swallowed as he looked at the constellations that had once blessed him, made him special, and enabled him to reach this point. The final barrier given to humanity was before me.

What Ganicalt Van Galatric could not cut.

A stage that the strongest swordsman, who had to stop in front of the Demon King, could not reach. Now that he was standing right on the stage, Kyle started laughing inadvertently.

widely.

Kyle kicked the ground and leaped.

At the same time, Raniel stepped on the chain and ran towards Jormun. Two people ran at the same speed and looking at the same place.

Where they are looking.

There was once the most brilliant star.

Jormun saw the two humans.

Jormun felt bitter as he looked at the two humans who were rushing towards him, who sincerely wanted to jump over him and move on.

At one time, he also ran like them.

He rushed into a battlefield that everyone called impossible and achieved victory. He subdued the great general of the gods and raced across the continent, extinguishing the flames of war ignited by the gods.

At one time, I also lived like them.

He sought to define the world with unquestionable justice. He wanted to change the world so that people living on this earth could live freely and not be played into the hands of the gods.

“Let’s go, Jormun.”

“To the next battlefield.”

“But, to the place that calls us.”

There was a time when I was fascinated by Gletus’ beliefs, dreaming the same dream as her, and moving forward, only toward the next.

Once, once, once…

The brilliant past came to mind and then disappeared.

What was left at the end was my shabby self. He was just an old, shabby person who had lost everything and was obsessed with the past. There is no way Jormun would not know that fact.

I know, better than anyone else.

He knows very well that he is already broken, that the star is already broken, and that the world is getting sick. What you are doing now is just holding on to things that should flow by and tie them up.

If you try to catch it, will you get caught?

It will definitely flow.

It will flow through your fingers.

Even though the gods of the past refused to change, the world continued to change. A leader is a being who announces changes in the world. The fact that a guide appeared in front of him also meant that it was time for this world to change.

‘is it.’

Jormun laughed bitterly.

Before he knew it, he had become like the gods he hated more than anyone else. No, he may be different from those who were perfect from the beginning. Because Jormun was a human.

What is here is a shabby human being.

He is a once brilliant hero who has become old and ugly.

A shabby person cannot back down even though he knows he is wrong. He struggles to protect what he has achieved and what is left of him. Jormun looked at the constellations surrounding his body.

Traces of one’s life.

Traces of her life.

It was all engraved on this one star. That’s probably why he can’t let go of this star. When humans cannot let go of something precious, they fall to the bottom. Jormun gestured.

The eyes of the gods were revealed through the torn space.

If you truly want to surpass yourself, look beyond the stage you surpassed that day. As he said, Jormun unleashed the power of the All-God. The scene is invisible to the criminal’s eyes.

But, in the eyes of the guide.

I could see it in Raniel’s eyes.

The sight of the world screaming, of space being torn apart and providence twisted, was reflected in her eyes. All colors shone brightly. On the other side of the torn sky, eyes with colors forgotten by the world shone brightly.

Looking at that scene, Raniel smiled.

“iced coffee.”

she moaned.

“I already wanted that.”

The one who defeated all gods.

Raniel, who found a title to decorate his name, smiled and snapped his fingers. She kicked off her chains and jumped up. What is revealed beyond the torn sky are the powers of Jormun.

An unquenchable fire, a horn that calls for war, a person who refuses, a wind wandering in a labyrinth, someone who falls with thunder… countless namesless powers were shining in the form of eyes.

These are all weapons that Jormun has.

However, those were stolen from others. The power of Jormun that Raniel wanted to see was not those kind of eyes. Raniel glanced at Jormun.

‘What I need to see…’

Something that only Jormun has.

The constellation he had used when he dropped these eyes, and which Jormun was now holding in his left hand, was what he had to see.

‘but.’

That constellation was not showing its full power right now. It was hiding its shape and structure, as if wary of looking at the constellations. That’s why Raniel asked Kyle for a favor.

Please bring out the full power of Jormun.

I ask you to make it so that you can no longer afford to be wary of yourself and use the power of that constellation to its fullest. To answer that wish, Kyle was racing towards Jormun.

“Please, Kyle.”

Raniel muttered and stretched out his hand towards the sky. First of all, I want to get rid of all the forgotten gods that stand in my way.

A roar rang out from above the sky.

Flashes that flash several times a second, resounding roars, and colorfully shining fire and lightning. The sky was screaming. And it’s not just the sky that’s screaming.

There is a dragon who was once the ruler of the sky, but his torn wings no longer allowed him to fly freely, so he came down to the ground. With his feet on the ground, the ancient dragon opens his mouth and spews out the wrath of the god.

Flames swept the land.

A storm shook the ancient dragon city.

The earth screamed as a storm swirled around the flames. The earth and the sky are screaming. So, while heaven and earth are shaking… there are people crossing the earth and sky.

Destel ran while holding the broken holy spear.

He rushed towards the ancient dragon. He cut through the flames, endured the heat, climbed onto the body of the ancient dragon, and ran all over it.

Raniel threw himself into the sky, extinguishing the dark red lightning. Throwing his body into the sky, Raniel tore out the eyes of the gods. As if devouring their screams, the lightning wrapped around her hand dyed the sky dark red.

The blood of the ancient dragon standing on the ground splashed into the sky.

The screams of the gods flowed from the sky to the earth.

Kyle ran between the earth and the sky, where the blood of ancient dragons and the screams of the gods met. Kyle sprinted through the exploding space, cutting through the countless orders flooding in. Kyle exhaled, his eyes wide.

A god who looks relaxed at first glance.

A being who still hasn’t revealed all of his moves.

In an attempt to take the author’s time away, Kyle adjusted his grip on the sword. Infinitely sharp sword energy surged along the blade. An opponent that cannot even be injured by an ordinary sword strike. How should we destroy such an opponent?

Kyle knew the method.

There was nothing to discuss. Unless the other side reveals its hidden cards, this side will only be seen first. Kyle narrowed her eyes. Kyle draped his sword behind his back as he looked at Jormun, who was standing right in the collapsing temple.

A resounding roar, a flash of light, and a storm of flames rising from the ground.

It all stopped for a moment. And so, in the frozen time, Kyle saw what was in front of her. She saw a path. A single road came into view. Kyle swung his sword along the path reflected in his eyes.

No, I wanted to swing it.

Sigh.

Something was holding Kyle’s sword.

Kyle’s eyes widened. A constellation bound her own sword as she tried to swing it. Turning her sight, she saw Jormun extending his hand towards her. Kyle wasn’t the only one moving in the frozen time.

“A strike that defies providence is not your exclusive property. It is not the first feat you have achieved.”

Jormun beckoned.

“I was the first to make that, kid.”

The constellations flashed for a moment.

The moment the stopped time began to flow again, Kyle’s wrist, which was holding the sword, was twisted. His arm was broken, the flesh was torn, and black and red blood splattered.

The gods are bleeding in the sky.

With the ancient dragon’s blood gushing from the ground.

Human blood splattered between heaven and earth.

fantasy,