I Quit the Hero’s Party Chapter 524

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The sword that had been with me for half my life was broken.

The broken blade of the holy sword passed before my eyes.

The moment the blade broke, the sword blade, which had drawn a perfect straight line, began to twist. The tip of the sword trembled, the blade trembled, and the shaft trembled.

The sword of reverse heaven is ultimately a sword that rearranges the world using oneself as the axis. It is a sword strike that twists logic by following the sword path that draws a perfect straight line.

However, now that the front line, the sword road, and the axis were shaken, the sword strike of Yeokcheon was about to escape Kyle’s control. A torrent of unbridled power threatens to swallow up even Kyle. Kyle looked forward, tightly clutching the broken sword.

Heavenly law, the law of heaven lies there.

A huge flow that could be like a huge constellation, like thunder, like an overflowing flood, or all of the above. Now that Kyle was facing it, he felt as if he was drifting alone in the vast sea.

The vast sea spreads beyond the horizon.

There, you are just a human being.

Soon, waves began to hit the sea.

The rolling waves are a natural flow. It is the natural law of how the world circulates. A mere human cannot block the huge overflowing waves.

Shoot…

Kyle had an auditory hallucination that felt like waves crashing.

Along with auditory hallucinations, Kyle began to be swept away by a huge current. The sword of Yeokcheon, which is out of control, is pushed away by the waves. In front of the strong current, the sword road that Kyle had drawn broke apart and disappeared into the waves.

Shoot, ah…

pushed out It breaks. Swept away and disappears.

How can a mere human resist the waves encountered in the middle of the vast ocean? This is the moment when the waves are about to engulf humans. Without thinking, the human looked at what was held in his hand.

Broken sword.

However, it still has the shape of a sword.

The sword has been broken, but his life has not yet been broken. Kyle gritted his teeth. With his eyes wide open, he read Geomro (劍路) disappearing into the waves. If the knife breaks, just replace it with another one.

But, with what?

The answer was nearby.

Kyle swung his sword using the dark red lightning that wrapped around the blade and the backlash it created as a blade. Instead of a stream, he drew black and red lightning, and the blade advanced an inch forward.

Cutting the strong waves with a single sword.

The waves split along the blade and the view opened.

Before I knew it, I stopped hearing the auditory hallucinations of waves crashing. What you see in front of you is not a wave, but a huge constellation. Kyle swung his sword at the constellation that seemed to contain all the colors in the world, as always.

The law of heaven and the law of heaven collided.

The law of heaven and the sword that went against heaven collided.

The ground shook. The sky shook.

The landscape was cut at an angle and then shattered, and the shattered landscape was swept away by the current. The waves hit. The wind blew. The ground shook. The sky screamed.

In a split second, Yeokcheon and Cheonli bit and swallowed each other. They pushed each other away without giving an inch. But in the end, there were no winners. There are no losers either.

Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Everything disappeared with a long friction sound.

Offset, after each side bites the other, there is nothing left. The turbulent world stopped for a moment. Immediately after, a blinding blinding flash struck the ancient dragon city.

Flashing.

A storm rushed in with a flash of light.

The aftermath created by the collision of Yeokcheon and Cheonri shook the temple. The completely shattered temple fell to the ground. The fragments of the temple were thrown all over the ancient dragon city, making the city shake with a thud.

Sigh.

Yormun, caught in the aftermath, was pushed back.

Blood flowed from Jormun’s body as he was pushed back for the first time. Deep wounds were engraved on the body of the transcendental person who sat on the throne of God. God shed blood among the disheveled constellations.

And, humans.

Kyle Torben.

“Big, wow…”

He vomited out a handful of blood.

Blood poured out of Kyle’s body. He was devastated and fell to the outside of the temple in the aftermath. His left arm, which had swung Yeokcheon’s sword, was twisted unsightly, and his body, pushed to its limit, no longer moved.

Kyle lifted his head, coughing up blood.

Kyle couldn’t raise his body, so he just raised his head and looked at his left arm.

Both my left and right arms were twisted. The sword was lost. The lost sword was stuck a few steps away. However, Kyle knew that even this was done cheaply.

‘Last moment…’

The sparkling ash blocked the aftermath.

If it weren’t for the ash, my arm would have been completely ripped off. Kyle smiled bitterly and let out a long breath.

‘This is ridiculous.’

Even though he may have overcome Cheonri, looking at the current situation, it was his own defeat. But Kyle laughed. Because her own defeat does not mean that the game is lost. That’s why Kyle smiled and shouted.

“This should be enough.”

From the beginning, his goal was not victory.

This time, he just took on the role that he always played. Laying the foundation for victory. Preparing a path for the protagonist to run.

“good.”

Kyle brought out Jormun’s full power, made him reveal all his hidden moves, and inflicted wounds on his body. In other words, it created only one path to victory.

It’s not Kyle who runs that road.

Kyle looked up at the sky and shouted. The name of the protagonist of this battlefield. The name of a colleague you can trust and entrust with your next task.

“Ranielle.”

and.

The gray wizard answered the call.

The collapsed Platinum Temple.

From the top of the temple that had fallen to the ground, Jormun looked at his left arm. His left arm, which had been used to extend his natural arm, was completely destroyed. However, what Jormun focused on was not his twisted left arm.

There is no problem as the body recovers quickly.

The problem was that he was injured.

What Jormun wears around his body is discipline itself. The largest constellation. Kyle Torben opened up a gap in discipline and carved a scar on his left arm. Jormun paid attention to that fact. Jormun’s pupils narrowed a little more.

“Geeko…”

I finally end up here.

Discipline is shaking. The black Yormun in the reverse sky that Kyle had spread shook the constellations wrapped around his body. The left arm recovered quickly, but the shaken arrangement of the constellations did not return. That means only one thing.

Come down from the throne.

You too are now bleeding and hurt.

Jormun laughed as he looked at the blood falling to the floor. I have to come again and again and again. Jormun raised his head. When I raised my head and looked at the collapsed ceiling of the temple, blue rain was falling.

Patter.

The eyes of all gods floating in the sky were nowhere to be found. Instead, there was only a sky stained blue by the blood they shed. Blue rain fell from the blue sky. The falling rain was the blood shed by all gods.

This is a scene that Jorumun also saw tens of thousands of years ago.

Among the pouring blue blood, someone landed on the temple with a thud. A human covered in the blood of the gods stood there. Just like Jormun did in the past, the human being who had torn apart the entire body let out a long breath.

Sarah.

Gray hair swayed.

The bluish eyes flashed unexpectedly. Those eyes are like an unquenchable flame. The eyes were telling me that there was still something left to burn.

“···under.”

And, the direction of the flames is Jormun.

Jormun met the guide’s gaze and stroked his face. This is how it happens. No way.

With Raniel van Trias.

Jormun van Dragonik looked at each other.

The guide of this era and the oldest guide made eye contact. Revolutionaries and those in power struggling to protect what they had built faced each other. Thus, the human and the human who had become gods overlapped their gazes.

Jormun took a step forward.

Raniel took a step forward.

If the limit of a sword lies in cutting, the limit of magic lies in carving. Magic is engraving your own gestures into the world. Distorting reality to create a miracle. That is the basis and limit of magic.

Jormun waved his hand.

Raniel waved his hand.

Constellations and circuits filled the temple.

Jormun embedded all of his circuits into constellations in the sky. Raniel had all of his own circuitry etched into his body. Similar paths, but the destinations reached by the two wizards are completely different.

Two magic paths collided.

Perhaps two lives collided.

The fight between wizards is bound to end up as a fight that digs into their compatibility. But even at this moment, I can’t do that.

One is a being called the god of wizards, and he is the one who laid the foundation for the magic formula that exists in this land. All magic originated from him, and there is no spell he cannot handle, whether modern or ancient.

Another wizard is also called a wizard who has reached the divine level. He mainly deals with spells that have no compatibility, and is a master of all other types of spells.

Both are far from common sense.

Both are wizards who have achieved omnipotence.

There is no way that a battle between two people like that could be governed by common sense. If there had been an ordinary wizard here, or a magic tower master who had mastered one type of magic, he would have laughed and muttered this.

Is that really magic?

Flashing.

Constellations and circuits flashed simultaneously.

What floods with a flash of light is a wave of spells. Hellfire that would burn a city, heavenly punishment that would wipe out enemies without a trace, and a freezing blizzard… Dozens of the highest-level spells, a realm that a wizard would spend his entire life to reach, poured out every second.

The red of burning flames, the blue of striking lightning, the white, green, and black of a swirling snowstorm… All colors mix together to create a strange color.

Funny enough, after all the spells were mixed together, what was created was close to a platinum color. Raniel smiled inadvertently as he saw the influx of orders. Because I finally feel like I understand a little bit. Because I finally felt like I could get closer.

Smite.

Hundreds of Seomseon pierced the flood of spells.

The thin island line split and smashed, the split and flying ash turned into Ashes to Ashes, and the heat created by the explosion became a huge fire and swirled again.

The swirling flames become the sun. He vomited out heat as the sun devoured the flooded spells.

Raniel moved forward, putting out the flames. She subconsciously felt that her spells were becoming sharper little by little. Her incantation-to-incantation transitions were smoother and the throwaway parts were disappearing.

Even though Jormun was pushing hard, which made Kyle lose his composure, Raniel did not back down. Instead, he took a stronger step forward.

‘see.’

Because it was visible.

Because Jormun’s composure was gone, because he had unfolded the laws of heaven for once, and because he was drawing out his full power, something was finally visible.

···Raniel developed his qualities as a leader and gained almost omnipotent power.

Because so many things were possible, she spread her spells in a limited way. Because she didn’t know how to properly handle the power she had. She had no guide by her side, no teacher to teach her how to wield that power.

I always searched for the answer alone.

I just moved forward slowly, groping in the darkness.

But at this moment, Raniel felt as if his eyes had been opened. He no longer had to move slowly through the darkness. Because the answer was right in front of me.

‘The oldest guide, Jormun.’

A wizard who rose to a higher level than anyone else.

A senior who has already walked the path he wants to walk. A person who had reached the end of his path as a leader was standing in front of me. Raniel saw how he handled the spell. I could see his constellations undulating.

Patter.

Blood flowed from his bloodshot eyes.

Blood flowed from the nose, ears, and mouth. It is the price of accepting knowledge that is beyond cognition. But Ran El did not stop devouring his knowledge.

‘Look. ‘Don’t miss a single thing.’

saw. I realized because I saw it.

Because he realized it, he made it his own.

He made it his own and transformed it.

If turning someone else’s entire life into a single moment is a genius, then Raniel was a genius. Raniel moved forward, drinking the blood that Jormun shed. He was groping along an invisible path, his feet now hitting the ground and running.

The order flashed.

The circuit shone brightly.

Raniel carved out what Jormun had built up to fit the magic path he had walked. He made it his own and he headed towards Jormun. Orders were matched quickly, precisely, and smoothly.

Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

With the explosion, my vision cleared.

Raniel took steps, removing the spells. Before we knew it, Raniel had arrived right in front of Jormun.

Kwasik.

Jormun’s constellation-covered hand collided with Raniel’s lightning. Of course, the one who is pushed out is Raniel. However, it did not bounce off at all like before. There was only one step left behind. That was the gap between the two people.

‘Just one step forward.’

The two wizards’ hand gestures crossed in a space stained pure white as spells and incantations engulfed each other.

fantasy,