Episode 420
Elizabeth tilts her head. What is that?
“This is also something that the master told me, but the current elven king, Barbara Guido, was assassinated in her previous life. By a subordinate named Quintus. It’s not that she was pushed back by force, but Quintus recognized the poison of the snake that Guido had created and used it to kill Barbara Guido. The effect is simple. If the person who drinks this is a mana user, their body will explode 5 seconds after drinking it.”
It was sad and unfortunate, but that’s the world.
What would happen if Iskandar kidnapped Elizabeth or something like that? It would be very humiliating.
Jack might lose his temper and go completely crazy.
Everyone around me was just wasting time. The scroll was a waste of time, and the cylindrical explosive device was also a waste of time.
This was used to buy the time needed for Elizabeth to ingest the snake’s venom.
“Assuming the worst… … It’s cruel, but I understand. I’m weak right now.”
Ron said with a stern face.
“Don’t worry. Even if you die, I will die with you.”
They both laughed.
Elizabeth leaned back comfortably in her chair.
“Crown Prince, what is that man doing now?”
Ron couldn’t answer. He had no way of knowing.
Jack said, of course. Iskandar is a genius.
My thinking is completely different from that of ordinary people.
There should definitely be some action, but strangely there is none.
It felt like the calm before the storm.
And that evening, the White Gate fell.
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White has fallen. Now all that remains is the Gold Gate and the capital of Tulcan, the Black Gate.
There are just two.
A place in ruins, a place filled with corpses.
I walked there.
Let me be honest.
I’m trying not to show it, but I’m tired. Really tired.
No matter how much I hear monster noises, there’s no way I’m a real monster. I’m a human.
It’s been four days now? Five days? It feels like I haven’t slept in that amount of time, and I’ve been swinging my sword every single moment.
There was no time to rest.
I just had that thought. It was such a familiar situation.
It feels like I’m going through that time again before I go back. And I’m probably not mistaken. It wasn’t like this when the Tulcan Empire first confronted me in my previous life.
So, this method of continuously sending out light warriors and continuing to send them out is the method of a man who has definitely finished investigating me and has a clear idea of what kind of man I am and what my weaknesses are. In other words, this is Iskandar’s method.
I took a step.
As I said before, I was definitely tired, so my reaction was a little slow.
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The ground shakes slightly, and soon.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaah-!!
There was a tremendous roar and the ground, that is, the Great Enclave where the White Gate had been, exploded.
It was a huge radius.
It must have been at least several dozen kilometers long, and all of that just exploded. It’s ridiculous.
I flew far away and crashed to the ground.
I killed the light warriors and kept killing them, but I never touched the civilians. But now that doesn’t mean anything.
Because when that great estate exploded, they would all die. The number would be at least several hundred thousand. This White Gate was not a single estate, but a great estate, a great estate that united one ducal family, two marquis families, and three count families.
Everyone inside is now dead.
Hundreds of thousands? That’s ridiculous.
It seems like it flew about a few kilometers.
My vision kept changing and my body kept rolling on the ground.
After rolling a couple more times like that, I touched the ground with both hands.
Gulp, I gasped for breath as I was pushed out. I raised my head. Strangely, my mouth felt dry.
This was definitely a laugh. I really burst out laughing.
I mentioned this very briefly before.
In a previous life, our Academy President, Rommel, once demonstrated a brilliant strategy.
The strategy of that time, when we buried 20,000 soldiers of Tulkan, hundreds of mana users, dozens of high-circle mana users, and several masters all at once.
Blowing up the entire capital.
That was a strategy that those who sensed defeat would consider as a last resort, but in fact, the result was good.
It’s not for nothing that the old man is called the guardian of the Teslan Kingdom.
Clearly, that’s something no one has ever attempted in a past life.
It is something that only the inspiration has attempted, and it was the first and last time that the inspiration tried it. In other words, this current situation means that the inspiration’s strategy has been benchmarked.
This means that Iskandar, who remembers his past life, made the plan. I thought this kid was quiet, but he was doing something like this.
I raised my head towards the sky.
The space was opening up.
That was magic.
If you count by circle, it’s a 10 circle magic. Is it impossible to keep the teleportation magic going? If you know the coordinates, is it impossible to create a portal that can take you there?
The portal magic that was created in this way.
The spell that sustains the teleportation spell has now been cast five times.
I had no intention of stopping it. Why would I stop it?
He came to me knowing where I would die.
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One after another, soldiers in armor began to spring up from there.
This was another one of those light warriors.
Those who landed first were all high-circle mana users. Then, the ones who landed next were the Masters.
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Before the third prince was killed at the Blue Gate, not a single Master had appeared, but now they have.
About 10 people.
Looking at the faces, they look quite familiar.
And then, ordinary people and other common mana users fall down.
It was a huge number.
After standing up from his seat, he adjusted his grip on the Heavenly Horse Sword.
Vermont Taker, a skilled assassin. The man who became a half-blood and was called the Dark King, disappeared from that place in an instant.
There were a few men who were close to being the strongest swordsman on the continent, although they did not wield the sword as well as Beckerman. At the moment, Beckerman’s disciple Merengues is the most representative, but this will change later.
There was a guy who beat that merengue.
Akanji Kruit, head of the Kruit Count family of the Tulcan Empire.
He is said to be a talented person who will later become the continent’s strongest prosecutor.
The rank is intermediate, not just intermediate, but intermediate close to upper-level. He was also a half-blood in his previous life.
And so on.
Those in my memory kicked me out of that place.
Some disappeared like the Dark King Bermond Taker, but there were more who rushed forward along with the rushing berserkers. At least 40,000 soldiers fell from the portal.
Before confronting them, I took a moment to catch my breath. Or, to be exact, I made it look like I was catching my breath.
Broadened my senses.
The disappeared Dark King Vermont Taker.
I widened my senses to catch the bastard’s movements.
Thump- chin.
The sound of the ground being stepped on very secretly. Movements that change from moment to moment.
The mana of the void, and the air of the void, tells me that this bastard is here.
I turned my head.
I see a guy moving around secretly.
He kicked the seat.
The moving Vermont raises its head.
His eyes, which had found me kicking my seat, met mine.
The guy’s eyes are wide open.
How did you catch it? How on earth did you catch it?
“Okay… … Wait a minute… … .”
That was the end.
Because the tip of the Heavenly Horse Sword hit Vermond’s head.
Kuung-
The eyes of the Burmont Taker, who was lying on the ground, were open. The doubt in his eyes was clear, the doubt as to whether he was dead.
Normally, a sword in the head kills you. This is absolutely not an exception unless you are a monster like Arthur.
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And this isn’t Arthur Gunnar. Then he’s out.
Thus, the outstanding talent known as Vermont Taker, who would be called the Dark King in the future, left this world without even realizing his own death.
I feel relieved.
Just thinking about all the trouble I had with this kid in my past life still makes my teeth grind.
This little shit is probably responsible for about 30 percent of the reason I can’t sleep well.
He pulled out his sword and kicked the bastard in the head.
Among the berserkers running towards me, one of them, Akanji Kruyt, who was said to be one of the strongest swordsmen on the continent in the future, cut Taker’s head in two with the sword he was holding.
Yes, it’s a new thing, but this is war.
“Humanity is like a dog’s den, this is war,” Kruit said to me, looking at the blood on the sword for a moment.
“Bucky -like cubs.”
Hehe, your snout is still as harsh then as it is now.
Akanji, who had been left behind, kicked his seat again. Kwaang-!
The berserkers who had been running without stopping and the guy arrived in front of me at the same time.
The sword of the golden-dyed bastard tears the sky apart.
He grabbed the Heavenly Horse Sword and swung it around.
Crunch-!
Kwaaaaang-!!
The dozens or so light warriors in front of me had their bodies torn apart and left this world, and Akanji’s sword blocked my sword.
I said with a smile.
“It’s pretty good.”
Akanji didn’t shake his snout like before. Because now he felt it for sure.
One move.
Just one move.
With this one swing, he realized how big the gap was between us.
As soon as I flicked my sword, Akanji immediately stepped back. I swung my sword in the opposite direction.
The red mana spread out like a slash, and hundreds of Thulkan’s berserkers burst out in all directions once again.
I turned my head and met Akanji’s eyes.
“Why aren’t you coming?”
The bastard’s teeth clench and grind.
“You little brat, you brat with a brain that’s still young, how dare you.”
Huh.
“You fight based on age? That’s the first time I’ve heard of that.”
He kicked the seat as if he didn’t want to talk any more. I kicked the seat too.
The bastard and I swung our swords at the same time. We clearly swung at the same time, but there was a difference in our ability to perceive the sword path and our speed.
This is why Akanji was surprised earlier.
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He knows. He didn’t stop my sword, I meant to. With the hundreds of swords I’ve seen him swing.
There was just one spot that seemed like a clear opening. I swung my sword there, but the enemy didn’t realize that it was his plan.
There is a difference in the way you look at the sword and the difference in the way you use it. That is the gap.
That’s the standard for determining the strongest prosecutor on the continent.
How much more of the sword’s path can you see than your opponent? And how much of it can you use as you wish.
Akanji noticed and felt fear. As a side note, when I first met Beckerman in the Dragon Lab, it was similar.
The sword that Beckerman swung, I completely understood it and created a new sword path beyond that and swung the sword there.
That’s why Beckerman became a wreck. He learned that there was another strongest prosecutor on the continent.
It was because I knew that there was a real being that reigned over the wall that I could never overcome that I let go of my guard.
hmm.
I’ve been talking a lot lately, and the reason is simple.
Akanji Kruit had already flown far away with his head and body separated.
He placed the Heavenly Demon Sword, which had been lowered to the ground, on his shoulder. Blood spurted through the air.
I don’t know how many people remember, but I definitely swore to myself when I first returned. I would reign.
I won’t be swayed by the war-like things that the idiots above are causing.
That meant this situation right now.
If there’s a war going on, I’ll start it. If there’s a kill, I’ll kill. For me, being manipulated by someone is out of the question. If there’s a sway, I’ll be the one doing it.
That’s real reign.
I kept going.
Towards the Golden Gate.
