Chapter 332
Adela, looking at the unbelievable scenery unfolding before her eyes, recalled the text of the quest she had read earlier.
[Quest: Defend Seiden from Sandra’s final invasion.]
[Details – Most of Seiden’s knights will not be helpful in battle until you kill Sandra.]
Adela knew what abilities Syndra had and what strategy she had prepared.
However, no matter what information was known, Sandra’s power was not something that could be easily countered.
When asked what the omen was, Sandra simply recited it. Even though his eyes were crazy as if he was drenched in anger, he just recited this in an emotionless voice.
[I swear before my pain. Today is a day of discipline and punishment, and I will pour the blood of innocence… … I will call for the moon of constraint.]
With that one word, the daytime sky changed. A red moon rose in the sky, and the blue sea turned crimson with a fishy scent.
‘This is not a hallucination.’
Adela was able to spot it quickly because she had the same type of technology. Like his own [Opera of the Eyes], the technique that Sandra used was a kind of barrier.
‘but… … . To implement this level of barrier… … .’
For those who deal with mana, the realization of the barrier is the embodiment of symbolism and the embodiment of the mind. Just as the Winter Witch brought winter to Volterra, the caster of the barrier can never embody his or her images and distant landscapes.
If so, this blood-stained landscape is the embodiment of Sandra’s heart and is Sandra’s world.
Weeing-
As the red moon in the sky gave off cool light, Sandra began to sing in a slow voice.
– You don’t know. The thing called memory is crueler than the pain of burning your eyes with a hot iron.
Is it the power of the red moon?
Sandra’s voice echoed throughout Seiden, from the kingdom’s interior to the surrounding sea.
– Whenever there is even a little silence, it reminds me of the most terrible moments, as if to remind me not to forget them.
What a long-awaited moment of sweet revenge.
– Rejoice. Under this red moon, you will have the same experience as me.
fear. anger. sadness.
As Sandra said, the complex emotions she felt began to spread to those around her, and except for a few knights with level 4 or higher power, most of them began to howl like zombies and become engulfed in madness.
In an instant, Sandra felt the emotions she had accumulated over the past 20 years, and it was literally the realization of hell.
Adela closed her eyes in a battlefield immersed in madness, both friend and foe.
‘… … Nothing has changed. Because from the beginning, there was only one thing for me to do.’
Adela had to be protected. No, more accurately, he had to maintain the front line and allow time for Shin Yu-seong and his colleagues to deal with Sandra.
Jumble-jump-
Before, for Adela, fighting was just a way to prove that she was alive. Her insensitive heart, which could only feel the pulse of battle, only pursued strong stimulation.
But now it was different.
Adela felt emotional. She knew sorrow, she knew joy, she had something precious. Now she was Adela and she didn’t have to carry everything alone.
‘Trust in your colleagues.’
Adela smiled as she remembered Shin Yu-seong.
“Kill Seiden’s dogs!”
“Everyone charge! “Sandra is behind us!”
The mercenaries that filled the battlefield charged frantically with their weapons, but Adela did not even flinch.
“Opera of the eyes.”
I just stretched out one hand and muttered softly, remembering the cold winter of Volterra and the very warm cozy nest.
“Overtura.”
A snowstorm as beautiful as water fog swirled around the knights. Tiny ice particles crossed here and there, blowing cold air into the weapons of Adela’s followers.
“I want to protect this front. To do that… … “We need everyone’s help.”
The force Adela had against the large army led by Sandra was only a small number of knights and women. The fact that Adela shared her strength with them means that she acknowledged that she was not on stage alone.
“… … Those who retain their sanity, take up arms. “Protect yourself for the precious things you don’t want to lose.”
After finishing speaking, Adela raised the sword given to her by Rayona, and the members shouted and raised their weapons.
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Although his appearance has changed, Shin Yu-seong’s posture, wearing a black dragon robe and tying his hair, symbolized his undivided attention.
‘It takes about 1,000 people to clear the road to where Sandra is. There are about a hundred people guarding the area.’
Most hunters would think that Shin Yu-seong advancing single-handedly toward the enemy lines was reckless.
Weapons with long range, huge numbers of troops.
Because it was common sense taught at the academy that in a war where large armies clash, bare-chested martial artists are the most vulnerable.
But that was just common sense.
Both war and battle are relative. In the face of overwhelming power, common sense was bound to be rewritten.
‘chamberlain… … .’
Shin Yu-seong saw a baptism of fire pouring towards him. The long-distance attack, a mixture of the wizards’ fireballs and the archers’ fiery arrows, was the most effective attack for martial artists who valued close combat.
However, if you have a power that far exceeds your opponent, the story is different.
Sigh-!
As Shin Yu-seong neatly rotated in a semicircle with one arm and leg, the baptism of fire hit by the wave lost its strength and flowed to the side like rainwater hitting an umbrella.
‘For long-distance attacks, the farther the distance, the weaker the power. Even a light movement like this can offset it.’
However, it would be ridiculous if the opponent believed in numbers and tried to engage in close combat. A martial artist’s power shines in close combat.
“There is only one opponent! “Don’t be afraid, surround yourself!”
“okay! “Defend your formation with your shield!”
As long as common sense took precedence in the face of a power difference that went beyond common sense, the outcome was predetermined.
‘With this level of skill, numbers have no meaning in close combat.’
Shin Yu-seong dodged the sharp blade by a narrow margin and punched the opponent. The attack of the spearmen in formation was barely able to reach Shin Yu-seong as he retreated back.
On the other hand, Shin Yu-seong continued to advance, distorting the opponent’s armor with each move and cutting off the flow of mana until he lost consciousness.
“What are you doing! “The battle line was only brought down by one person!”
Even if I sensed something strange now, there was no way to change the flow.
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‘No matter how many troops I have, there are at most 10 people who will directly confront me.’
No matter how large the number was, it was meaningless if it did not cause damage. It would be a different story if his concentration was scattered and he was left with a fatal wound, but his opponent was Shin Yu-seong.
He maintained steady breathing through the power of concentration and knocked down his opponent with simple movements.
Autumn leaves.
No matter how much they attacked Shin Yu-seong, the mercenaries fell like leaves falling in the autumn wind.
‘In the case of knives, it’s much faster to see the arm movements.’
one.
‘The window is long but narrow. ‘You need to attack the side, not the front, so that they don’t complement each other’s attack ranges.’
two.
‘If you get tangled up with mercenaries at close range, the archers’ shooting will stop. ‘Are you conscious of your colleagues?’
three.
‘Most of the mercenaries who participated in the war had uniform weapons. The attack distance is constant.’
four.
Even at this very moment, Shin Yu-seong was quickly acquiring the sense of battle by ruthlessly defeating mercenaries.
Just as no amount of rabbits could defeat a tiger, the number of troops was meaningless in the face of overwhelming power. Shin Yu-seong advanced endlessly, clearing the path with his own hands.
“You frustrating guys! Get out of the way now! Against only one person!”
Even when a leader who couldn’t stand it took action, the result was the same.
Tusinryu Wolyeongbobeop (月影步法)
As Shin Yu-seong’s seal disappeared, leaving an afterimage, all the mercenaries around him lost consciousness. In a brief moment like a blink, Shin Yu-seong instantly cut off the pulse of Mana.
‘How many people will there be in the future?’
Shin Yu-seong looked back to where Sandra was from above the mountain of mercenaries.
“Monster, monster… … .”
“hey! It’s a different story! “I didn’t tell you there was a guy like this in Seiden!”
“This doesn’t make sense… … . “I don’t want to die!”
The mercenaries began to leave the battlefield, perhaps because their morale was low, and the number of enemies around Shin Yu-seong quickly decreased.
What is the point of further war of attrition? There was only one person on this battlefield who could engage in a meaningful battle with Shin Yu-seong.
From the moment the 20th floor attack began, the only person who could become Shin Yu-seong’s enemy was Sandra, the boss. Sandra seemed to have sensed the incredible performance of Shin Yu-sung, who broke through the wire with only his body.
“… … “I can’t believe it.”
But before that, Sandra had something curious. The reason why Seiden responded so quickly was obviously because of Shin Yuseong.
So how did Shin Yu-seong get the information out? Through the eyes of pharmaceuticals, Sandra tested whether Shin Yoo-seong’s words were false and erased the memories related to her in his bathhouse.
“I knew it was extraordinary. I can’t believe you were hiding such skills. … … “Since when have you been deceiving me?”
So how was Shin Yu-seong able to steal the information? And was that information easily conveyable?
But the curiosity did not last long. Sandra immediately remembered Amy’s face and the conversations she had with Shin Yu-seong.
A night when the moon was bright.
“It’s from the beginning. “I came to prevent war.”
I remembered what I had said to myself.
“Didn’t I tell you? “What has already happened cannot be undone.”
Sandra said that she could not stop this war, just as she could not undo the past that had already happened to her.
And that was the nature of revenge.
No matter what casualties it caused, it couldn’t stop on its own unless the flame was extinguished.
“… … “This is truly sad.”
Sandra believed.
No matter how strong he is, there is no one who can defeat him in this world where the red moon rises.
Sandra did not have defeat in mind, so she looked at Shin Yu-seong with a very sad face and muttered.
“I didn’t want to kill you.”
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