Episode 119
The legend of the Dracaen Empire, Basel Scott. Everyone who saw his wonderful swordsmanship spoke in unison.
‘It’s like cutting through space.’ Basel Scott’s black blade cuts through anything.
Above all, the hardest ore.
Even the flowing river was cut through without fail by Basel Scott’s sword.
It was something that could not have happened without destroying the space in which the object existed.
Whiriliriririk!
Hundreds of tentacles flew in.
Wherever I look, all I see are tentacles.
There was nowhere to run.
Instead of despairing, Basel Scott took up his sword.
Space Sword
Type 1 – The Sickle of Harvest
Honest horizontal cut.
It was a sword swung into the air, but the result was disastrous.
Chot chot chot-!
All the tentacles in a straight line from Basel Scott were cut off.
He ran straight away.
Because I knew that the road that was open before my eyes would be filled with tentacles in the blink of an eye.
Before that, I had to close the distance with Hemis.
Basel Scott shouted.
“How long do you plan on running away?” “Running away? This is called reconnaissance.”
Hemis waved his hand as he opened the distance.
Black sparks shot from her fingertips.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A small flame the size of a fist.
The temperature inside was unimaginably hot.
The mere presence of the flame caused the surrounding temperature to rise by tens of degrees.
A dry leaf a good distance away was burning, emitting acrid smoke.
“It doesn’t work for me.”
Basel Scott did not avoid the flames.
Just pick up the sword and swing it.
Crunch!
The flames that seemed like they would burn anything were cleanly cut off.
The moment Basel was about to pass through.
Hurrruk!
The two halves of the flame moved again and chased Basel.
Basel couldn’t help but be surprised.
‘how…!?’
What he cut was not just a simple flame, but the flow of magic contained within it.
Magic, magic, divine power.
It was common sense that any magic created by any power would disappear the moment the internal flow was interrupted.
“He’s still a monster.”
Basel Scott used his horsepower.
Near-perfect magic control technology.
Despite his vast magical power, only a very small amount of it flowed out of his body.
Space sword
Type 6 – Animals and Beasts Claws
Dozens of slaughters follow in the blink of an eye.
A rough attack, as if a wild beast were scratching with its sharp claws.
The two flying fireballs split into hundreds of pieces and disappeared.
Basel Scott swung his sword without stopping.
Space sword
Type 3 – Stabbing with a thorn
Three stabbings carried out by surprise.
I dodged the first two attacks, but I couldn’t avoid the last one.
Pfft!
The black energy brushed Hemis’ skin, causing drops of blood to splatter.
Hemis stuck out his tongue and licked the blood flowing from the wound.
‘The wound isn’t healing?’
Hemis’ monstrous body also has extraordinary resilience.
Most wounds will heal on their own without you even being conscious of it.
It would be normal for a wound like this to disappear before a second passes.
One, blood was still flowing from her arm.
‘Huh~ It’s really pretty good, huh?’
In Hemis’ memory, Basel Scott was nothing more than a child.
One hundred and fifty years ago.
Even then, Basel Scott was called a legend, but he escaped without even touching Hemis’ hair.
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That Basel Scott was hurting Hemis right now.
That too is an irreparable wound.
“It’s fun.”
Hemis chuckled.
Basel Scott also twisted the corners of his mouth.
“It seems like we still have a long way to go to hear that kind of talk.” “Aren’t you being too arrogant over something as simple as a scratch?” “This is just the beginning.”
Basel Scott kicked the ground.
Hemis fired a barrage of magic to block his approach.
Quagwagwagwa!
The magic explodes and a series of explosive sounds are heard.
Power that can instantly turn the surrounding area into scorched earth.
But Basel Scott was indifferent.
Hemis’ magic was cut down without mercy by his sword.
‘It’s tricky.’
Basel Scott’s sword is not just for cutting physical things.
Even invisible magical powers and magic energy are slaughtered.
Therefore, no matter what magic you use, it is useless in front of him.
After all, magic is nothing more than a result of the flow of magic.
Pfft, pfft!
The wounds on Hemis’ body increase.
It was a shallow wound that just grazed the skin, but her dress gradually turned red, like clothes getting wet in a light rain.
“Is it still fun? Huh? I wonder what you think.”
Basel Scott asked.
Hemis stroked his chin with his snow-white hand.
“I’ll admit it. You called it a space sword? It doesn’t actually cut through space, but it’s a very advanced technique.”
Basel Scott chuckled.
“I see you’ve figured out my techniques to some extent. But nothing has changed.” “Oh, what are you talking about? I’ve known the techniques you use from the beginning.”
“what…?”
For a moment, Basel Scott’s eyes furrowed.
Hemis continued, still smiling.
“Is this just a compliment for handling difficult techniques well?” “Are you still showing off?”
Basel Scott shook his head.
The Space Sword is a technique he created over a hundred years after becoming a legend.
A unique technique that no one else has used.
It didn’t make sense that Hemis knew that.
“You don’t seem to believe me… Should I show you?”
Hemis raised his hand.
A huge amount of magical energy began to gather at her fingertips.
“It’s not a technique that can be used simply by pouring magic energy into it!”
Basel Scott swung his sword again.
Whatever Hemis prepares, just cut it down.
Wedge!
Basel Scott’s sword is swung.
At the same time, Hemis’ hand fell down.
Their swords are intertwined.
Basel Scott’s eyes opened wide.
Chae-Ang-!
The tip of the sword was cut off.
The fragments of the sword that fell to the floor made a sharp noise.
“Now… what…?”
“Well, that’s what it means.”
Hemis swung his claws as if chopping.
At the same time, a volley of black energy made of magic attacked Basel Scott.
Wheaaa …
***
Black energy flies in from all directions.
The amount is so large that it is difficult to respond to each one.
In times like these, selection and focus are necessary.
Fight!
Raidrun kicked the ground and activated his magic.
Raidrun style fighting techniques
Type 3 – Charge
A speculative charge that Choi Hyun-seok has used several times.
This is a technique where you run while kicking the ground and hit the opponent’s torso with your shoulder.
However, the charge used by Raidrun was a little different.
Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwa-!
He runs forward, destroying everything that blocks his path.
Like a buffalo.
Raidrun ran around the battlefield like crazy.
“Chief Harrison!”
“The captain has been hit!” “A monster, a monster… Run away!” “It’s the Red Nightmare! The Red Nightmare has come all the way here!!!”
Raidrun was facing the enemy at the forefront.
He always did his best, but this time his determination was different.
‘This air raid is like an opportunity to trade Hemis’ life.’
Even though the future was set, I had no intention of being discouraged.
You must use this opportunity given by Hemis to inflict maximum damage on your enemies and grow yourself.
That’s why Raidrun couldn’t be stopped.
Crunch, crunch! Crunch!
It tears apart any enemy it catches.
Anyone who blocks my way will be destroyed.
“Bison. Run wild. Is it your hobby to show off your strength against weaklings?”
That guy who talks like a hero.
“Demon Ketler, hero of the Duchy of Baltheon…”
I will trample on you so thoroughly that you will never be able to speak again.
“Huh…!? What!”
Raidran approached the hero, Demos Ketler, and grabbed his body.
Demos, who was flustered by the catch rather than the hit, was unable to respond properly.
“Die.”
That was all there was to it that Demos Kettler had to die.
Raidrun style fighting techniques
Type 10 – Death sentence
Raidrun struck Demos’ head with his forehead.
Crunch!
With a popping sound, Demos Ketler’s head was shattered.
It was as if a huge explosion had occurred inside my head.
The head was shattered, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.
Hood thud!
Red flesh covers the soldiers.
Despair settled into the eyes of those covered in blood and flesh.
“Eww!”
“Sir Demos Kettler has been hit!” “Hey, the hero is dead!” “Run! We have to run…!”
The fear was so severe that there were even soldiers who peed and pooped.
But unfortunately, there is no sympathy in Raidrun’s heart.
“I must die for Hemis.”
Just desperately.
It just kills one more.
***
“It’s a shame~ The momentum was really great.”
There was a real sense of regret in Hemis’s voice as she spoke.
Before her stood the legend, Basel Scott, battered and bruised.
“The battle isn’t over yet.” “Are you going to keep fighting like that?”
Anyone could see that the situation was overwhelmingly disadvantageous to Basel Scott.
Covered in blood, he continued to stagger, unable to control his body properly.
In contrast, Hemis only had one wrist cut off.
The wounds on her body had already disappeared.
Even the severed wrist was bubbling and recovering.
‘It’ll probably be back to normal within 30 minutes at the most…’
Basel Scott couldn’t understand.
He himself cut off the flow of magic.
Once the magical power or magic energy is cut off, it cannot move for a while.
Because of this, physical recovery is impossible.
In fact, Hemis also had not been able to recover his body at the beginning of the battle.
“I’m sorry, but nothing will change even if you think about it. Just give up.”
“…”
“Still, I’ll admit it, Basel Scott. You’re one of the top five legends I’ve ever faced.”
Hemis spread out his pure white hands.
“I’ve killed about fifteen legends… I can be proud of being in the top five!” “I have no intention of dying yet.”
“You know that, right?”
Hemis chuckled.
“Your opinion is not important.”
It’s always been that way.
The most important thing in the life and death of the other person is Hemis’s feelings.
If she wants to live, then live.
If she wants to kill, she kills.
That was all.
“By the way, where are your other friends? You can’t be the only one. You must have prepared something.”
“What are you talking about…”
“Hey, you don’t have to pretend you don’t know. I already knew everything.”
Despite continued questioning, Basel Scott still looked clueless.
Hemis raised his hand and scratched his head.
“Are you really alone? Don’t you know anything?” “What nonsense have you been talking about…!”
That’s when Basel Scott shouted.
A pure white pillar of light fell from the sky.
Kwaaang-!
The pillar of light did not end with just one.
Kwaaaaang-! Kwaaaaang-!
Pillars of light fall one after another.
A total of six pillars surround the perimeter.
Woof…!
Soon, a divine power from the pillar began to surround the area.
“Wow~ This is the first time I’ve seen this barrier. Is it a new model?”
Hemis sensed that it was finally coming.
In contrast, Basel Scott still had a dumbfounded expression on his face, unable to grasp the situation.
“What the hell is going on? Answer me, Hemis!”
Basel Scott screamed.
The answer came from behind him.
“Long time no see, Sir Basel Scott.”
“Asahel Bald…?”
The Legend of the Holy Empire Gatren.
Asahel Bald was walking out of the forest.
“Saint Morial… the Ten Saints of the Holy Empire…!”
Saint Morial of the Deusis doctrine.
The ten heroes known as the Ten Stars are said to protect the Holy Empire.
That wasn’t the end of it.
“Is it the grace of God…”
The largest and most powerful military group in the Holy Empire.
Knights of the Grace of God.
The power of these one thousand knights was evaluated to be able to surpass legends depending on the situation.
In other words, the greatest power of the Holy Empire was gathered in one place.
“Oh my~ It’s really bustling. It must have been hard to come here hiding. It would have been okay to just come.”
Hemis greeted them as if he already knew them.
Only Basel Scott in the middle looks around with a bewildered face.
“Sir Asahel Bald. What on earth is going on…?”
The legend of the Holy Empire Gatren, Asahel Bald, has arrived.
“I think the first priority is to heal the wounds.”
“Oh, I see…”
Asahel Bald reached out.
His fingertips were imbued with a divine power that could calm people.
“I’ll leave the rest to you…”
In an instant, a pure white sword appeared in Asahel Bald’s hand.
Asahel Bald stabbed Basel Scott in the neck in one breath.
“Ke, kek…! Keuk!”
Basel Scott held his blood-spurting neck and opened his eyes wide in disbelief.
Asahel shook his head with a sigh.
“It’s pathetic. It’s so pathetic. No matter how much the opponent is a gourmet, the so-called legend couldn’t do any damage.”
“Keeek, kek…!”
“It’s sad that a being like you has been breathing for three hundred years.”
Asahel Bald swung his sword.
Squeak-! Bam…!
Basel Scott’s cleanly severed head fell to the floor.
Hemis, who was watching the scene, tilted his head.
“Oh my? Is it okay to send him away like that? He was a useful friend of mine.” “Don’t worry, I won’t have any trouble dealing with you.” “Well, it seems like that. You really did bring a lot of people.”
Hemis looked around.
Legend of the Holy Empire.
A saint of the doctrine of Deusis.
The most prestigious heroes are ten.
Up to a thousand elite knights.
At this level, it would be dangerous even if the commander’s grandfather came, let alone the commander himself.
“By the way, you. Did you know we were coming?”
Asahel Bald asked.
Hemis nodded.
“Isn’t that obvious?” “And yet you didn’t run away and came here on your own two feet?”
“okay.”
“Surely not, another legion commander is with you…!”
Asahel Bald, who thought for a moment that he had fallen into a trap, looked around anxiously.
“Ohhohoho! Relax. I came alone.”
“…”
Asahel Bald looked at Hemis with eyes of disbelief.
“Really? You came alone even though you knew about this situation?”
“Isn’t that okay?”
“How mad and arrogant.”
Hemis shook his head.
“Arrogant… that’s only true for people without any basis.”
“…”
“Would you say that I am confident?”
She was already turning her wrist, which had fully recovered.
An appearance that goes beyond composure to the point of seeming comfortable.
She raises her hand and nods.
“What are you doing? You’re not coming in.”
At this moment, the highest power of the Holy Empire could not help but swallow their saliva.
