410. Should have fallen
Dean Molsen, the count’s name.
Dean was born with extraordinary talent from a young age.
“You have the talent to feel magical power.”
“You seem to be very good at swordsmanship.”
“He is intelligent enough to work as an administrator in the capital.”
Exceptional talent, a family that supports him, and even a great teacher.
That’s how Dean grew up.
There was no shortage. His world was one of magic and fathers and mothers, and there was almost nothing that didn’t go his way.
The world was truly an easy place for a young man with outstanding talent.
The twenties have passed.
The thirties have passed.
He killed his two uncles who were greedy for the position of head of the family.
Dean did it not with magic, but with a sword.
It wasn’t that big of a deal, but my father was impressed.
“He’s my son, but he’s really amazing.”
Afterwards, Dean learned that it was very easy to take a person’s life.
I think it was around the age of thirty.
He inherited the position of head of the family.
My father would look at me with a look of fear.
why?
It was after I started getting involved in the family’s big and small affairs. When you think about it a little, you can see that his father often made bad choices.
I fixed that behind the scenes. He spoke bluntly up front. He sometimes hinted something akin to contempt.
The eyes that looked proud at first gradually changed.
And this is when Dean directly contradicted his father’s decision.
Dean knew he was right, but his father screamed.
“It’s for the prestige of nobility!”
It was a poor excuse. It was an excuse. Should I be deceived knowingly? Dean didn’t do that.
“It’s ugly.”
With those emotionless words, my father gave up on his family.
My mother was not a person who gave affection to me in the first place.
Dean became the head of the family, and a few years later, his parents fell into Crona’s debt due to the tricks of a neighboring fiefdom.
My mother was a gambler and my father was a drinker.
Even though it was something nobles would normally overlook, the neighboring lords did not.
He drove his father to the edge of a cliff and he hung himself.
Mother followed behind.
‘Was I too indifferent?’
But isn’t there a law that says you have to be affectionate just because you’re a parent?
Still, shouldn’t we take revenge?
I decided to do that.
Just half a year was enough.
“Forgive me.”
The neighboring lord fell to his knees, but Dean struck him in the neck.
It was revenge without any joy.
The Count of Molsen, which until then had been a decent family, began to grow.
Exactly three years had passed since then.
Dean saw people gathering.
Because of his actions, the count’s power and power were expanding like never before.
That’s the question that arose.
‘Why should I be trapped here?’
I had a question, and the moment I asked the question, the answer also came. There was no reason for that.
A bird must come out of an egg to fly.
Dean decided to expand his world a little further. Coming out of the egg and entering the wider world.
‘throne.’
It was the moment when my desire for power awoke. Since everything in the world was easy, I thought it would be easy too.
It was a series of easy tasks until I came out of the 10,000 ghosts and there was someone blocking my path.
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“well.”
Encred answered indifferently when asked ‘How?’ His arms were shaking, but he was still able to move them. Then it was done.
“her.”
The Count sighed.
In his eyes, he saw the people standing behind Encred.
The barbarian soldier is staring blankly with his ax head resting on one shoulder.
The bored-eyed swordsman, holding a sword broken in half, was shaking off the blood from his head.
The large soldier standing next to me was fixing his twisted forearm with a gentle smile.
It looks like the bones are aligned with a smile, as if there is no pain.
Lastly, he saw the assassin who had targeted him before summoning the ghost.
The guy was holding a short stiletto in his right hand.
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It was as if he was asking me if I was ready to die.
The Count raised one hand to his chin and looked around once more.
Aren’t they really unexpected people?
I thought that if everything failed and I died, I would die surrounded by three knights.
I thought Naurilia would also be destroyed because of that.
This was unexpected.
The embarrassment was short-lived, and I almost laughed as a sense of desperation took over the space left by the embarrassment.
The count laughed and asked, “Haha.”
“Isn’t it natural for those with ability to stand at the highest level?”
The question is why are you blocking my way?
“That’s why I came.”
Encred answered.
At those words, the Count wanted to grab Encred’s tongue and pull it out as he answered.
That kid always seems to say something briefly.
I was almost curious about what would happen if I stretched my tongue with force.
“Yes, it won’t be possible to say anything anyway.”
The count spoke and stretched out his hand.
Following the hand, a bunch of black soot appeared in the air, and it soon changed into the shape of a bird and flew away.
The explanation is long, but it was as if a bird appeared and flew away as soon as I raised my hand.
If Esther had been here, she would have known that it was a spell called ‘Charneler’s Vitality Stealing Crow’, one of the spirits summoning techniques, but no one present knew the name of the spell.
Instead of not knowing the order, they responded. When a black bird flew in front of Encred, a dagger flew towards the bird and hit it.
pop!
A bird exploded in the air. The flying dagger also broke into three pieces and bounced left and right.
The Count frowned.
‘Artifact?’
no. What kind of crazy enchanter would carve a spell like that into a dagger he throws?
This is beyond wasteful and crazy.
The scroll was wrapped around a dagger and thrown.
It was a unique method. Of course, it was Saxony who threw it. There were several similar daggers in his hands.
“I am the one who sits on the throne.”
The Count was resolute even in this situation. Even if he pierced the ghost, it was natural that he would not be tolerated.
The count continued to fly the crow that was draining Charnaire’s vitality and cast other spells.
Following the spell, a dark red mass appeared in the air and became a living sword.
They flew by themselves and aimed at Encred.
A person resembling a bear blocked their path.
“You poor soul who cannot come to the Lord.”
He mumbled and played with his hands and feet. The dark red sword exploded in the air as he was struck by quick hand movements and dexterity that did not match his size.
‘These.’
The count returned some of the ghosts.
Several groups of ghost soldiers who had been targeting the soldiers crumbled to the ground and disappeared.
It disappeared in the air with a thud, as if the fog had dissipated.
“Wake up, Ghost General!”
It is a spell created by reducing ghosts and combining them. A figure holding a black great sword appeared in front of the count.
He was bigger than Audin.
Ragna blocked his path.
Ragna, who had been dragging his feet as he walked away, raised his head.
Holding a half-broken sword, he swung it without saying a word.
Before the guy holding the black great sword could react, Ragnar’s sword cut off the guy’s collar, cut through his chest, and cut his waist in half.
Encred was once again surprised by Ragnar’s talent.
What is that doing now?
He swung his sword three times in one breath, and the three slashes seemed to be one movement even though they all went in different directions.
In other words, the swinging and retrieving movements were eliminated. This was possible because the movement was minimized by calculating the movement while swinging the sword.
The upper horizontal cut is followed by a vertical downward cut, and the last is a mid-horizontal cut again.
It all contained the will of cutting.
It seemed like he had drawn a picture with a sword, but it was so fast and bold that he wouldn’t have dared to stop it.
It seemed like even Encred himself couldn’t stop it.
After swinging his sword, Ragna took two steps back and sat down.
Even though I obviously fell.
“Huh, time to take a quick look.”
Open your mouth calmly. I was saying that because I sat down intentionally.
The count almost opened his mouth.
What is that guy doing?
A ghost general who could chew up any decent knight dies with a single slash of his sword?
To the count, it looked like a single stabbing.
A sense of crisis filled the Count’s heart. Although he felt embarrassed, he tried to ignore it.
Are there still no means left to use?
The Count bit his tongue with his molars.
Wow.
There was a fishy smell of blood coming from the tongue that had been cut by the molar. The Count opened his mouth.
Red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
The Count pulled his left hand in front of his chest. Then, the blood flowing from his mouth did not fall, but pooled on his left hand.
“Come out, protective blood.”
The Count said, swinging his right staff.
At his call, the blood clot on my left hand began to grow.
In the blink of an eye, the blood clot turned into the size of a person, and arms and legs protruded out.
Once the shape was created, the inside of the summoned object had to be filled, and for that, the count had to further reduce the ghost soldiers sent to the battlefield.
Naturally, the battlefield became quieter.
The number of soldiers whose lives were barely saved just before death increased.
Most of the soldiers who were possessed by the ghosts became fine.
The Count was in a hurry and was pouring everything he had into the battlefield.
Soon, the blood golem, whose entire body was blood-red except for its two eye sockets, stood in front of the count.
“You did something strange here with witchcraft? Looking at the trick, it looks like you got caught up with a furious madman, right?”
These are the words of a barbarian warrior. The moment the Count saw him, he was taking something out of his arms.
The Count saw what his opponent was doing behind the golem.
It wasn’t difficult to guess its identity. Because the barbarian warrior took something from his bosom and began to spin it on his head.
Take out the sling, fill it with bead-shaped bullets, and spin it. The movement that began immediately after the golem began to appear soon made itself known through sound.
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop.
Rem used the bead amulet, the last totem he took from the madman of Bulno, as a sling bullet.
I didn’t expect to use it as a bullet, but it was perfect for use now.
Weeeeeeeee!
The moment you heard it, whether you were an ally or an enemy, it was a noise that sent shivers down your spine.
The golem’s gaze turned to the sound of the sling cutting through the wind.
A golem born based on magic put both hands together.
The intention was to put both hands together and let blood flow out.
Rem’s arm moved as he looked at it.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee thanks
The noise above Rem’s head stopped for a moment. There was another noise that erupted at the same time.
pop!
It was from the blood golem’s head.
Originally, it should have been impossible to control the golem with just physical strikes.
The bullets contained were so special.
It was like the crystallization of a spell that an angry madman had accumulated over ten years.
It exploded, destroying the golem’s vitality.
This was the reason for the explosion.
“Ugh.”
The Count grabbed his chest with his left hand and stamped the floor with his right cane.
For a moment, I felt a sense of loss and despair, and it felt like my heart stopped.
The Count found out that the Golem was dead. The sense of loss was endless, causing me to feel gloomy.
It was a summon created based on my blood and heart.
Originally, I shouldn’t have been defeated this easily.
“These guys!”
The Count shouted angrily, and Rem felt his entire body lose strength as he used the last magic tool.
‘Isn’t this how I’m going to die?’
I wonder if that will happen.
I didn’t have enough strength in my body to even think like that.
The master who used the amulet containing someone else’s magical power was now visiting.
Rem lost his balance and stumbled backwards. Rem, who hit his butt with a thump, looked at Ragna for a moment. It happened that he was right next to me.
Rem looked at Ragna and said.
“Time to take a look.”
Ragna nodded. Their eyes connected. We don’t have the energy to curse at each other, and now is not the time to ostracize.
It seemed like the two were in sync like never before.
Audin also could not just get rid of the dark red sword, so he endured the ban for a while and kept it sacred.
The flying sword was also not at all easy compared to the blood golem.
In fact, it was written by embodying a magical creature that you would only see in a magic book using a spell.
It was fair to say that the Count’s abilities were great.
It was a moment when I had no choice but to endure the pain caused by the prohibition.
‘Father, forgive me.’
Auddin briefly raised his divinity.
Instead of emitting light, it is used to protect the body.
‘My left hand is a precious sword and my right hand is steel.’
Knives and rocks if done with bare hands.
Now that it has a little bit of divinity, it is a treasured sword and iron.
This is the moment when Audin’s left hand touches the flying blade.
Yep!
The dark red sword that touches the treasured sword breaks. Afterwards, I hit him with my right hand.
Boom!
The dented dark red sword lost its strength and flew to one side, sinking to the ground.
It was bent into a right angle and the ghost contained within it also lost its strength and disappeared, and the blade quickly turned into dust and collapsed.
As I pulverized all the black and red knives one by one, pain surged through my body due to the prohibition.
It felt like I couldn’t move for a while.
Auddin’s limbs trembled. Soon his body stiffened like a log, and Auddin had to stand still.
“Tch.”
Rem, who was watching that, clicked his tongue.
Why doesn’t it go away?
“hmm.”
Ragna also glanced and frowned. It was a disturbing sight. Even religious people should have fallen.
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