Episode 419
A brief moment of incineration.
He gripped the Heavenly Demon Sword tightly.
Why did I create a sword technique called Soul Sword in my past life?
Just because I had many enemies, that’s an oversimplification of the situation.
The real reason is that there were so many of these fanatic bastards that I had no choice but to make one.
About 20,000 soldiers in front of you.
There were quite a few Mana users, but the majority were ordinary people. Men and women? It didn’t matter. To them, I was just a devil who came down from the sky, Satan, an extra-human being in human form.
Yeah, that was enough.
“[As fast as a whirlwind.]”
The light warriors rush in.
He swung the sickle he was holding, swung the greatsword, shot arrows, and even swung the club.
Yeah, that was it.
The wind that flows out of my body spreads out to the surroundings.
“[I will tear apart all the ranks.]”
Creak-!!
The winds that had spread out around became blades. They cut through the air. They cut through space. They cut through skin. They cut through everything as if they would never tolerate anything that was stuck together.
There were rustling sounds in succession. Screams were heard as well. If there is a hell, it must be like this.
In an instant, more than 10,000 soldiers disappeared.
Ten thousand people died with just one swing of the sword.
Normally, in this case, I would have run away or something. Like I did at the Red Gate or the Blue Gate. But not these people.
Running away? There’s no such thing.
Those with only one arm left took up their swords again. Those without both arms held their swords with their mouths. Those without a leg turned their weapons into canes.
This is the world I lived in. The world I lived in, the world I have lived in, and the world I must live in.
There was blood on the Cheonmasin Sword that had never been stained with a single drop of blood. I had no intention of brushing it off. It would be stained with blood anyway.
He grabbed his sword and took up his stance again.
Those who have become half-crippled are rushing in.
If they had simply rushed in, there would have been no need to bring up the marriage.
Beyond them.
Tens of thousands of zealots were seen preparing to go to war again.
There were commanders too, all of them the same. All of them were berserkers.
There was no need to kill the command center or anything like that. These people are completely brainwashed. Do you plan on restoring them? No.
I can do it if you tell me to, but why me?
Why should I heal and save hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions, of those berserkers? I don’t have time for that. It was a waste, a futile effort, and a madness.
Wind, forest, fire, and mountain, the first three types. Fire.
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“[The small spark of a beginning burns the earth.]”
A wave of fire appears in the air.
A wave that swallows up everything around it.
“[Become the eternal one that burns the heavens.]”
Kwak, I put strength into my hands.
“[Come down before me.]”
He swung his sword.
A wave of fire descended.
All around is burning. The forest is pulverized, and the berserkers are pulverized. Ashes are flying.
Walked.
I kept walking.
Survivors? At least not around here right now.
Another 20,000 troops running towards them and the soldiers who had become half-crippled.
None of them were alive. But that was as far as it went.
Broadened my senses.
My senses spread out and I catch something else.
Another army waiting at regular intervals.
The armies were divided into about 10 groups.
Each unit had at least 20,000 troops deployed. Many had up to 50,000 troops.
So, at least 200,000 and up to 300,000.
No. I scanned it with concentration that was pushed to the limit, and there were a total of 340,000.
I don’t think that’ll be the end of it. In my previous life, the number of people I killed easily exceeded ten million, but even if you exclude all the other races, it’s only tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, so it’s not that bad.
The math doesn’t add up.
This is a new start.
I drove mana into my legs.
Kicked the ground.
Swish-
In front of me, stretching out like light.
Tens of thousands of troops are seen arranging the display.
When did so many people come to this vast plain? I think it can be explained by leadership. Is this Iskandar leading?
I didn’t think about it any further. Targeting people around me would be the most certain way, and I had prepared all the countermeasures.
No kidding, my back is completely protected. This fight, no, this war, is just a fight where either I die or Iskandar dies.
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He raised the Heavenly Horse Sword high into the sky.
Wind, forest, fire, and mountain, four types of mountains.
[This place where I stand is my own land.]
He shouted a command and fell into the center of tens of thousands of troops.
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At the same time, he stuck his sword into the floor.
[Nothing will invade my land.]
Kwaaaaaaaah-!!
23,000 troops were annihilated.
I immediately turned my head towards the next army.
As those who have finished preparing are heard shouting among them.
“charge-!!”
“Kill the devil-!!”
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!!”
He readjusted his grip on the sword again, this time with his left hand instead of his right.
Everyone seems to have forgotten, but I’m left-handed.
I kicked the seat again.
The blood-soaked plains are hollowed out, and blood spurts out in all directions.
The Heavenly Horse Sword split the sky.
Crunch-!!
* * *
Everyone held their breath. They watched with bated breath.
I have never personally seen Jack fight.
Every moment, a huge amount of information was pouring in.
Yesterday, the Tesla Times, now known as Tesla, reported that the Red Gate had fallen.
And just five hours later, news arrived that the Blue Gate had collapsed.
Some people woke up after a short nap, but most people didn’t sleep at all. To be exact, they couldn’t sleep.
Because at this very moment, the history of the continent was being written.
I wanted to fully experience that moment. The Continent, the absolute best of all time.
I wanted to know more about his appearance and what he does.
This morning, before the sun rose, another piece of news was reported to the world through Time magazine.
After destroying the Blue Gate, Jack was said to have been slicing through the warriors of Tulcan. He fought 20,000 alone, then 20,000 more, and fought endlessly.
Another day passes. The number of people Jack has killed so far is a whopping 790,000.
The numbers were overwhelming.
If you kill one person, you’re a murderer, but if you kill tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, you’re a hero, or something more. And it’s still going on.
Two days passed.
Then everyone realized.
“Isn’t that guy sleeping?”
The information provided by Time magazine was accurate. It was so accurate that it was scary, but what was even more scary was the hidden truth.
Jack never rested for a single moment.
It’s already been three days since he said he was going to start a war.
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For three days, he killed over 700,000 people without sleeping.
“You’re not human.”
It was thrilling.
Just as the berserkers who bore the name of Tulkan as their symbol were born, Jack’s admirers were springing up everywhere. It was the birth of a new religion.
Everyone focused on Jack’s movements.
The distance remaining from the Blue Gate to the White Gate is one day.
In lands other than Tulcan, there was no longer any fear of war.
Because this is a war we have no choice but to win.
Some people slump down in their seats.
And he put his hands together and prayed.
For Jack.
Chapter 5
Among those praying for Jack was Elizabeth.
In the courtyard of the main house of the Marquisate of Valanti, Elizabeth was sitting.
Ron, who was next to him, asked.
“Are you okay?”
“It’s okay. It’s not like I had any difficulties.”
Ron smiled awkwardly. But the atmosphere was really strange.
It’s neither calm nor bright.
That kind of atmosphere.
Ron brought up a different story, as if trying to lighten the mood.
“There must be a reason why the young master said he would go alone.”
“… … .”
“In fact, you too, young lady, were very hesitant. The young master has regressed. The world he lived in was such a world.”
Elizabeth takes a deep breath. Yes, I know.
What Jack did in the past, and what kind of ending he met.
But the world then and the world now are different.
“My father is dead, everyone in the Mantis family is dead, and a lot of things have changed, but Jack hasn’t changed.”
It was sympathy and pity.
And Elizabeth knows.
That his own existence right now was Jack’s greatest weakness.
She looked up and asked the attendant who was bringing out the tea.
“Are you from Anonymous?”
The attendant getting out of the car nods as if it’s nothing to worry about.
“Yes. Sorry for the late introduction. I am Like, in charge of the escort department of the Valantie branch.”
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Elizabeth, who had been staring at him blankly, asked.
“Do you have it now?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Aren’t I the most overprotected person on this continent right now?”
That’s right. Like nodded.
“Jack has made several preparations for me, Cell, Charlotte, and the others. I’m sure Aveiro knows that, but his personality is such that he expects the worst. If I were to be kidnapped, things would get complicated.”
Ron, who had been watching what was being said, realized it. So did Like.
“You must have been prepared. Prepared to kill me when Jack’s defenses failed. Right?”
“… … .”
Like, who had been staring at Elizabeth in silence for a moment, took out a piece of paper from his bosom.
“A scroll that explodes immediately when exactly 1 circle of mana is put into it. Its destructive power is equivalent to 8 circle magic.”
Elizabeth picked it up. If it had ended there, it would have been a bit funny. Aveiro’s fort was used when Jack’s fort didn’t work.
Then Like takes out something again.
It was a cylinder. Very small. He said, pointing to the center of the cylinder.
“If you press this part, a small blade will pop out. If you put blood on this blade, it will explode just like that. It’s not magic. It’s science.”
Just as Jack can destroy his opponent’s magic, Iskandar can also destroy his opponent’s magic.
So magic should be used simply as an illusion.
“That’s all for now. The rest is.”
His gaze shifts to Ron.
“He will explain everything.”
Like that, he left the place, but Elizabeth and Ron knew that his senses were scanning this place.
Even if I can’t hear the conversation, I will take action if I detect any unusual signs.
Because in this main building, there are thousands of unknown organization members and warriors from the Taoist temple.
It’s a new thing, but it was Jack who created the country. And the nameless moved for Jack. There was no such thing as regret.
Rather, it’s stranger to feel disappointed.
Elizabeth looked at Ron.
At that gaze, Ron smiled awkwardly once more and took a small bottle out of his bosom.
“The Master said that there is no way we will fail and the chances of Iskandar getting to you are almost zero. But we still need to prepare.”
“… … .”
“This bottle is the brain of an imoogi.”
