The Return of the Destruction Level Death Knight Episode 55
Episode 55 Jacques Noiret (1)
As the sun was setting, Damian stopped the wagon and prepared for camp.
“Everyone, come and eat.”
Dinner was prepared by Victor.
After filling their stomachs with the food Victor made, the group went to bed.
Just in case, Olivia slept inside the carriage, and the other three lay down outside on sleeping bags.
It was when the night deepened.
A black shadow approached the campsite. The movement was so secret that not even the sound of footsteps could be heard.
No one at the campsite noticed the gunman’s approach. He was just fast asleep.
The gunman slowly drew out his dagger. The pure white blade shone eerily in the moonlight.
The gunman counted the people lying in the campsite one by one before swinging the knife.
One person in the carriage, two outside.
… … two people?
“I was so bored waiting that I thought I was going to die.”
A voice came from above. The gunman quickly looked up.
There was someone sitting on the carriage.
“Jacques Noiret, did you want to kill me that much?”
Damian Haxen created a sculpture with the night sky as the background.
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“How did you know I was coming?”
Jacques Noiret spoke in an even tone. Although he was caught off guard, he didn’t seem particularly surprised.
“Why would you use it if you tried to find out other people’s secrets so easily?”
“That’s clever. “There is nothing good about revealing yourself to others.”
Jacques Noiret nodded and said. Damian felt puzzled at that sight.
“That’s strange. “I thought he would get angry and start a rampage as soon as he saw my face.”
“Why should I be angry at you?”
Damian answered the question as if it was strange.
“You got chased by the church because of me.”
“Oh, you mean that? As you said, I was angry, but I decided to forget about it. “It’s annoying to be wanted by the cult, but all you have to do is change his face and run away to the outskirts of the continent.”
Damian’s eyebrows narrowed slightly.
How could you say that you would give up your name and identity so easily?
Judging from his breathing and tone of voice, it wasn’t a lie. Jacques Noiret was speaking from the heart.
I now felt like I knew the identity of the sense of discomfort I had been feeling since I first saw it.
Jacques Noiret was a human being who was lacking something.
“Then why did you chase me?”
“It’s to gain the talent you have.”
“… … “A coincidence?”
Damian’s frown narrowed even further. It was because I heard something strange.
“It’s no use hiding it. You’ve definitely gotten your hands on what Master Class left behind. “It must have become so strong through the memories and knowledge contained in that object.”
“I’ve never done that before?”
Damian said with a look like what kind of bullshit was this?
“It’s no use lying. “If it’s not by chance, how do you plan to explain your rapid improvement in skills?”
“I’m a bit of a genius.”
There was a moment of silence between the two.
Jacques Noiret clicked his tongue briefly.
“You can’t believe you’ve hidden the gap so thoroughly. That’s clever. “He’s so clever that it’s starting to get annoying.”
“No, it’s real?”
“Originally, I was thinking of letting you live on the condition that I take over the role, but… … I can’t help it if you come out like this. “I will kill you and take your fortune.”
Jacques Noiret threw away his dagger. And then he slowly pulled out the sword hanging from his waist.
Unlike an ordinary sword, the blade was curved like a wave.
“Treasures must fall into the hands of qualified people.”
Jacques Noiret rotated the blade once. An afterimage of the blade remained and then disappeared, accompanied by a strange sound.
“So, just be quiet and show off.”
Damian sneered and held the Cheonri Sword.
“That’s terrible.”
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Damien and Jacques Noiret rushed in almost at the same time.
Two swords collided in the air. Neither side backed down an inch.
The two stepped back almost simultaneously. As soon as the distance was widened, Jacques Noiret jumped forward again.
He aimed the knife at Damian’s face and stabbed it.
As if Damian had expected it, he easily threw away the knife and aimed for the opponent’s neck.
However, Jacques Noiret also smoothly avoided Damian’s attack.
Every time the two people’s swords collided, there was a loud noise and the surrounding trees shook.
‘It’s top middle class. There is no waste of energy.’
The leader of Yuran who fought earlier was a middle-class warlock. Every time he swung his fist, an earthquake occurred and his terrain was shattered.
On the surface, Jacques Noiret’s attacks were insufficient compared to the warlock’s. But in reality he wasn’t like that at all.
Jacques Noiret could have unleashed even more destructive power if he wanted to. But he was condensing all that power into a sword.
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The evidence was the traces that Jacques Noiret’s sword sometimes left around.
Every time the blade brushed against a tree trunk, the entire tree was cut into pieces. The cut section was smooth enough to be used as a mirror.
Even though it does not cause an aura, it is demonstrating this level of cutting power.
‘It’s a good thing I cast a black spell on the kids in advance.’
Damian thought as he looked at the group lying on the floor.
Even amidst this commotion, the group fell into a deep sleep. It was thanks to black magic that made him fall into a deep sleep.
Damian planned to hide his state for the time being to avoid troublesome work.
That’s why I didn’t want the group to see me fighting Jacques Noiret.
‘I need to move places.’
If they continued to fight here, there was a high possibility that the group would get caught up.
Damian threw away Jacques Noiret’s sword and ran to the side.
“Where are we going?”
Jacques Noiret chased after Damien. The two men ran down the forest path, swinging their swords.
More than a dozen battles and defenses took place in one breath. The sound of cutting through the air was constantly heard.
‘It’s a very dark sword.’
Damian had been analyzing Jacques Noiret’s swordsmanship ever since the battle began.
It was not an honest swordsmanship that achieved victory by destroying the opponent’s skills from the front.
It was a swordsmanship aimed at the opponent’s vital points and persistently targeting their weak points.
And this was not simply due to Jacques Noiret’s tendencies.
This was because of the essence of the swordsmanship that Jacques Noiret was learning.
‘hmm?’
I could feel Jacques Noiret’s magical power fluctuating significantly. It was evidence that some technology was being prepared.
“It’s pretty good. But it’s over now.”
Jacques Noiret struck his sword in a straight line.
The power and magic contained in the sword were incredible, but the movement was large, so it seemed like it could be blocked without difficulty.
But Damian did not block the sword. He rather let his own head be cut off.
When Jacques Noiret’s sword touched Damian’s head, surprisingly, it became an illusion and disappeared.
Immediately after that, a slash was aimed at Damian’s neck.
Damian had already figured out that the first attack was a trick and the second attack was real.
Damian raised his blade to block the attack. His body was pushed backwards by a strong force.
Jacques Noiret stopped attacking and widened the distance. He said it with a surprised look on his face.
“… … I can’t believe it. “I can’t believe someone from the low class would respond to my attacks like this.”
Middle class is on a different level from low class.
It was no exaggeration to say that not only his physical ability but also his magical power was overwhelming.
But those were not the decisive differences that separated the two realms.
It was the depth of technology.
The technology of the enlightened middle class was much more profound than that of the low class.
In normal cases, it would not have been possible for the low class to have an attack and defense with the middle class for such a long time.
“If that wasn’t enough, I never thought I would even be able to see through the seasons.”
The illusion that Jacques Noiret showed just now was not an ordinary technique.
It was a skill belonging to the season of swordsmanship that Jacques Noiret was mastering.
Hwangeom.
It was a type of swordsmanship that used magical power to create an illusion to catch the opponent off guard.
In addition, among all sword techniques, it was the most difficult to learn and difficult to use.
“I told you. “He’s a genius.”
Damian tapped his shoulder with the back of his knife and said.
During the battle, I saw Jacques Noiret’s posture and the flow of magical energy and quickly realized that it was a phantom sword.
If you could see through it, it was easy to stop it. All you have to do is rely on your senses other than your eyes.
“hey?”
When Jacques Noiret didn’t say anything, Damien asked back with a puzzled look.
“… … “Now I understand.”
Jacques Noiret, who had been thinking for a while, nodded his head slowly.
“The knowledge I gained through the institute was that great. “The level is low-class, but technically we have reached middle-class.”
“Are you still there?”
“You must have gained a great opportunity. “I’m looking forward to seeing what happens.”
A smile appeared on Jacques Noiret’s face. I felt bad because the statue seemed to be forcing its smile.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been this excited. “I can’t wait to see the talent you have gained.”
Jacques Noiret created magic. An aura began to form on the blade he was holding.
“Do you know what the critical difference is between low class and middle class?”
Low-class aurors were similar to haze.
The middle class’s aura was much darker than that. It looked like it was covered in smoke.
“This is the conceptualization of an Auror. A state that goes beyond manifesting auras and transforming auras. “That’s middle class.”
Jacques Noiret took a step.
Numerous afterimages remained where he passed. Surprisingly, the afterimages did not stop there.
Everyone ran in different directions. Some jumped to the left, others to the right, and even jumped into the sky.
The afterimage that popped out moved for a while and then dispersed into the air and disappeared.
Jacques Noiret hovered around Damian.
Dozens of afterimages surrounded Damian Haxen, and there was no way out.
“Let me show you my intentions.”
One of the afterimages rushed towards Damian.
Damien didn’t rely on his eyes. He judged by bringing up his other senses.
Activated senses spoke. It’s not an illusion, it’s real.
Damian raised his sword and blocked the real thing. A heavy shock struck.
However, Jacques Noiret, who was thought to be real, was scattered.
“hmm?”
Before Damian had time to be surprised, another afterimage rushed from behind him.
This time, he told me that his senses were real.
Damian turned and cut his throat. But again, it was an illusion.
“… … oh?”
Damian looked curious. He didn’t know that his senses could be fooled like this.
It’s not that there were no swordsmen among the knights he dealt with in his past life.
But I have never seen such an unusual sword.
“Isn’t it amazing? “This sword technique has been restored throughout my life.”
Jacques Noiret’s voice was heard among the afterimages. The afterimages were constantly moving, dazzling Damian’s eyes.
“These are all fake, but real. Your senses will not be able to tell what is real.”
The afterimages all pointed their blades at Damian.
“This is the last time.”
Dozens of afterimages rushed at Damian Haxen at the same time.
Damian laughed as he looked at the scene.
“It’s fun, but it’s nothing special.”
People who see Hwangeom for the first time are bound to be overwhelmed. We are seduced by the mysterious technology that turns fantasy into reality.
But in reality, the Hwangeom was not that great of a sword. It lacked destructive power compared to a strong sword, and was slower than a quick sword.
An attack that catches you off guard.
The sword technique that focused only on that was the Hwanggeom.
Damian happened to have a very good technique that could destroy the Hwangeom.
“It seems like he takes great pride in his swordsmanship.”
Damian swept the Cheonri Sword with his palm. The Cheonri Sword vibrated and began to spit out sword names.
“I’ll break that illusion.”
Damian flicked the Cheonri Sword with his finger.
Evil Sword – Bloody Intelligence (Sound of Death)
An ear-splitting black voice engulfed the space.
fantasy,
