Overpowered Sword Chapter 234

Level up with swords (234)

Guardian sword type

1st meal

Wongeomsun (圓劍盾)

The curtain of <Auror Blade> completely covers a radius of about 10 meters. Gilbert, who created it, immediately turned pale.

Becoming a master at that age was an amazing achievement, but succeeding in constructing the ‘Auror Blade’ in just one month was the result of repeated challenges.

Not only did I train while damaging my vitality, but I also lost a lot of my potential as a martial artist because I reached a level several years ahead of time that I could have reached without any setbacks.

But Gilbert had no regrets.

‘I swore. It will become Clyde’s sword and a shield that will protect Prince Lian’s future.’

Rather than living as a warrior, he chose to live as a knight.

Rather than shake off obscurity, I decided to be loyal.

“… Really, he seems like a boring guy until the end.”

Looking at the protective shield hanging above the seven people, Cedric snorted with a look on his face that he had been expecting something for nothing.

The others could see through and admire the strength of the shield, but he was different. Cedric, who had reached the peak as a swordsman, felt like his eyes were all dirty after watching “Guardian Sword.”

In some ways, it seems like an ability that is at the polar opposite of <All Crushing>, which focuses on attack power, but that is not the reason.

Compared to 〈All Purpose〉, 〈Guardian Sword Type〉 was nothing more than a defective product.

[Tsk, I was hasty. No, you had no choice but to hurry? We can’t go any further like that.]

‘You were impatient?’

Leon listened to that self-talk and asked back.

El Cid agreed and explained, “Are you coming?”

[That ‘Auror Blade’ is unfinished. To be precise, it was made to a state where it could never be completed.]

Reaching the level of an Aura Master did not mean learning the Aura Blade right away. Only by reflecting on his life and finely refining his martial arts skills was he able to gain proper power.

Unless it was a special case like Leon, it was a task that would take at least several years, and at most ten years or more.

However, Gilbert shortened the work to a long time.

This was because ‘Auror Blade’ was absolutely necessary for him to fulfill his role in this war.

[Overlapping the aura and fixing it in the form of a wall, entering an area where space can be blocked. The idea itself is old-fashioned, but it’s not a bad thing. Although attack and defense are ideal, there is no one but me who has the talent to get there from the beginning.]

‘Ha, it’s been a while since I had a chance to praise myself.’

When Leon joked, El Cid laughed and said.

[It’s an objective fact, damn disciple. In any case, that old man chose the apostle at that crossroads. Rather than giving priority to one side of the attack or defense, one side was completely abandoned.]

‘… … no way.’

[Did you get it right? My understanding has improved a bit.]

Only then did Leon understand why Cedric reacted so cynically.

〈Guardian Sword〉 is the power of complete defense.

It blocks all attacks by blocking space, but those wrapped in the shield also cannot project power outward. It was a technique that felt like hiding inside a hard shell like a turtle.

He was the opposite of Necator or Cedric, who specialized in destroying enemies.

A power that specializes only in self-defense, an ability that sets its limits with the intention of protecting someone, not just itself.

‘No, it cannot be compared to Cedric or Necator. He focused on attack power, but unlike those who could also use that power for defense, Sir Gilbert completely gave up attack power.’

The deeper you delve into martial arts, the more you realize its multifaceted nature.

A state where attack and defense are perfectly unified even with the natural body, which is equivalent to the entry level of a grandmaster.

Trying to focus on just one thing would only be a waste of time.

It was then.

Crumbling–!!

A bolt of lightning exploded across the protective shield of <Guardian Sword Type>.

Starting with the sound of thunder that seemed to hit the eardrums, a torrential downpour of high-level magic began to hit the protective shield.

Fireball, storm, ice pick, lightning, poison fog.

Magical bombardments of countless types pour down without stopping for even a moment. Perhaps considering the resistance to attribute magic, it was a truly vicious composition that included everything from non-attribute magic to decomposition magic that did not discriminate between living and inanimate objects.

“Ugh… !”

Nevertheless, <Guardian Sword Type> withstood the impact without collapsing its membrane.

If I had tried to stop it with force, it would have collapsed in an instant.

Space blocking. By mobilizing a conceptual defense that exists at a higher level, it was possible to withstand a magic bombardment whose output was dozens of times more powerful. Magic that directly interferes with space starts from the 8th level. However, the 8th rank magic was much more inefficient than the 7th rank magic in terms of direct destructive power, so it was not installed in the White Palace.

Quagwang! Quagwagwang! bang! Quaaaang!

And even the space blocking of <Guardian Sword Type> could not completely withstand the barrage of 7th rank magic.

Each time a blow is struck, the protective shield is distorted and restored again and again. A force so great that it even warps space. As if realizing that principle, the condition of the protective shield gradually worsened.

At first, there was incontinence that was barely visible, but now a crack so large that it could no longer be hidden appeared.

If the magic bombardment had continued for one more minute, or even 30 seconds more, <Guardian Sword Type> would have been broken. Since compatibility is ultimately a matter of efficiency, if it is suppressed with overwhelming force, it is bound to be overturned.

however.

“… … “Huh, huh, huh.”

The moment the magic pulse striking the protective shield was cut off, Gilbert also collapsed while holding his beloved sword. It was the moment when a magic bombardment that could annihilate tens of thousands of armies was blocked by one person.

At the same time, the infiltration unit moved quickly.

Magic bombing is not a one-time thing. It was just that I had used up all the magical energy I had stored up, but given time, I could bombard it again as much as I wanted.

“Let’s run with all our might until we get out of the hole!”

As if responding to that cry, the ground beneath the feet of the six people exploded.

Leon and Lian, who were carrying Gilbert, were the last behind, but the difference wasn’t that big.

Still, Lian was not aware that she had become a burden, so she bit her lip without realizing it. His red blood was seeping out and running down his chin.

Gilbert must have seen it even though he was half-conscious, and spoke as if comforting him.

“Please don’t blame yourself, Your Highness.”

“Lord Gilbert… ! How is your body?!”

When Lian hurriedly asked, Gilbert smiled weakly.

“Hehe, I’m afraid I can’t say that. “It looks like he was too excited about his old and weakened body.”

“Are you saying that you alone prevented the bombing of the White Palace?”

“I just found my calling. Unlike other masters, I awakened <Auror Blade> through an expedient method.”

In reality, it was just as he said.

The defense power of <Guardian Sword Type> is truly amazing, but it even eliminates the possibility for protected allies to attack. It was a meaningless technique in sections where you had to break through quickly.

Unless it was a situation like a moment ago where he had to unilaterally block or hold on, Gilbert couldn’t even do one person.

“majesty.”

Gilbert opened his mouth cautiously.

“If there ever comes a time when you feel like I might be an obstacle in front of you, please don’t hesitate at all and leave me behind.”

“You can’t do that.”

“This is not the time to be stubborn.”

When Lian firmly rejected those words, Gilbert advised him in a more soothing tone, as if to appease him.

“It was good that there were no major losses while breaking through the Royal Guard and Imperial Guardians, but it will be more difficult from now on.”

There are three types of core forces in the White Palace.

The first was the Royal Guard.

A group with a large number of members, each of whom demonstrates expert-level combat ability or higher as an assistant to the White Palace. However, it was limited in its ability to hold back against masters who had infiltrated a small group of elites, and its weakness was that no matter how much power it received, there was no significant change in its skills.

The second is Imperial Guardian.

The destructive power that comes from its absurd defense power and enormous mass, and the output of magic circles engraved throughout the fuselage are literally strategic weapons.

Nevertheless, like Leon’s <Corona> and Cedric’s <All Crushing>, the one-point breakthrough type <Auror Blade> showed vulnerabilities. He installed a number of ball joints, but the golem’s unique rigid movements were also the same.

It was not a decisive blow that could be used as a trump card.

The third and last remaining one.

“… “Are you concerned about the Imperial Knights?”

“Yes that’s right.”

Those who have sworn to dedicate their lives to the protection of the Clyde Imperial Family, of which Gilbert was once vice-captain.

The strongest knights of the empire, where every single member has surpassed the expert level.

Garbaldi of Paseungtoe also served as its leader.

“The White Palace is a place where even royal guards at the level of Auror users can exert more power than expert level soldiers. What if the imperial knights were more skilled in the capacity and use of that power—”

It becomes a monster that cannot even be compared to the Royal Guard.

Among them, what if ‘he’, who took office after the leader, Gilbert, resigned from his position as vice-leader, had even reached the level of master?

It may be a force that five masters cannot handle.

Rian also blushed at the thought of that possibility.

Leon, who was listening intently to the conversation between the two, asked a question.

“If the Imperial Knights are that strong, wouldn’t it be okay if we used them when fighting the Royal Guard or Imperial Guardians? “I don’t think Morse is the kind of person who would overlook that.”

“Ah, if that’s the case, there’s something to be said.”

Ryan answered.

“The power of the barrier center is enormous, but the magic power that carries it has its limits. “There is a limit to the power that can be supplied within a certain range.”

Leon realized, “Aha,” at those words.

Throwing troops into one place does not completely strengthen them, but rather just disperses their power.

In that case, it would be a waste to mix the Imperial Knights with other troops.

If you join the Royal Guard, the losses will be greater than the benefits you will gain.

“Furthermore, unlike the Royal Guard, the Imperial Knights are small in number. It will not decrease or increase at around 100 people. “It would have taken some time to gather the knights stationed throughout the imperial palace.”

This meant that the infiltration unit broke through the guards and summoned the Imperial Knights while passing through the two halls.

As the saying goes, the front and back match perfectly.

The Royal Guard and the Imperial Guardian. What if the goal is to exhaust Leon and his group and put an end to them in the third hole? An unpleasant premonition tickled my back.

[When you have a bad feeling, it’s always better to assume the worst. Then your body won’t stiffen from shock.]

‘Just unwelcome advice.’

Leon smiled bitterly at those words.

From the time he engraved the four stigmata as a warrior, his premonitions became closer to predicting the future. I can’t know for sure, but if I have a bad feeling, something bad is bound to happen.

This was exactly the case now.

From exiting the second hall to reaching the door of the third hall, there was nothing to block the seven uninvited guests. It was an opportunity to recover the strength lost during the series of battles, but none of the seven felt relieved or relaxed.

The night before the typhoon.

Just as the heavens and earth become quiet before a great wind blows, everyone was preparing for the ordeal that would come in the near future.

and.

Kiiiiig.

When the third hall door opened, Gilbert, who could barely stand on his own two legs, moaned softly.

It had to be that way.

“—Lord Evans. “Is it really you?”

Gilbert’s voice echoed softly in the hall.

Standing facing that voice was a group of full plate mail.

Full body armor made of special metal. By embedding several types of magic circles and magic stones, the wearer’s combat ability is raised by two levels.

A weapon that transforms already strong warriors into murder weapons.

“I knew you would come, Sir Gilbert.”

Amid the still waves of metal, a voice as sonorous as a song answered.

Although his face could not be seen because of his mask, the power of his voice overwhelmed the audience. Even the arrogant Cedric failed to take a step forward, so what that meant was clear.

Gilbert said, his pale complexion becoming even more pale.

“Congratulations on becoming a Swordmaster, Sir Evans.”

They are comrades who, in the distant past, harbored the same pride and swore to be loyal to the same symbol.

Unlike himself, who had barely passed the master’s level after a few attempts, he was young and overflowing with talent. So maybe, what she thought was coming to a cruel reality.