The Return of the Destruction Level Death Knight Episode 56
Episode 56 Jacques Noiret (2)
“It’s fun, but it’s nothing special.”
When he heard Damian’s words, Jacques Noiret felt a slight anger.
The swordsmanship he was using was a high-level swordsmanship that could not be underestimated by low-class swordsmen.
Wijinpoyeonggeom (僞眞泡影.劍).
This is the main sword technique used by the sword master Mirageru (蜃氣樓), who was active a hundred years ago.
Mirage was a very famous sword master of his time. So much so that even the Empire, where there are a mountain of Masters, is on guard.
When he got his hands on Wijinpo Yeonggeom’s sword law book, Jacques Noiret was so happy that he almost lost his temper.
But the joy didn’t last long. This is because most of the gastric porography examinations were lost.
However, Jacques Noiret could not give up on Wijinpoyeonggeom. The value of the name Mirage was enormous.
Jacques Noiret thought that if he learned the perfectly restored Wijinpoyeonggeom, he, too, would be able to rise to the level of a master.
So, I stuck to Wijinpoyeonggeom my whole life.
The restoration rate that Jacques Noiret achieved through hard work was only about 30%, but even that was enough to create an illusion that looked like the real thing.
“It seems like he takes great pride in his swordsmanship.”
That’s why I couldn’t help but feel annoyed by Damian Haxen’s every word.
Wijinpo Yeonggeom was everything to Jacques Noiret and a guide who would lead him to the level of master.
“I’ll break that illusion.”
The sword Damian Haxen was holding began to spit out sword names.
Jacques Noiret, who saw this, felt ominous.
In all my life, I have never seen a sword technique that amplifies sword power.
Damien Haxen flicked his fingers on the blade. Immediately after that, the name spread in all directions.
A storm of sound swept the surroundings. The afterimages rushing towards Damian Haxen turned into dust and disappeared.
No, it wasn’t just the afterimages rushing by. All the afterimages created by Jacques Noiret disappeared completely, leaving only Jacques Noiré alone.
“… … .”
Jacques Noiret’s mind went blank at the unexpected scene.
The illusion created with the Wijinpoyeonggeom is not erased so easily.
It does not disappear even if you cut or stab it with a sword. Extinction was only possible after accumulating a certain amount of shock that could not be reached by ordinary people or low-class people.
It is not for nothing that it is not the main sword technique used by the Master.
But how can all the afterimages be erased just by sound?
“This is the biggest drawback of Hwangeom. “The weaknesses are as clear as the strengths.”
Damian Haxen adjusted his sword. Jacques Noiret’s instincts sounded the alarm.
“Now is it my turn?”
Damien Haxen lunged at Jacques Noiret.
Jacques Noiret came to his senses at that sight. The battle is not over yet.
“… … “Don’t worry about a subject that has at best erased its afterimage!”
The low class starts attacking the middle class first.
It was an unreasonable thing. Jacques Noiret felt angry.
The two men swung their swords at each other.
Dozens of trajectories collided with each other and then disappeared. The sound of metal clashing rang out one after another.
“Damian Haxen! You better come to your senses from now on! “I will show you the essence of the Hwangeom!”
Jacques Noiret extended his sword towards Damien Haxen. He created two afterimages at the same time.
The three Jacques Noiret thrust their swords at the same time. Each of the three swords aimed at a different vital point.
At that moment, Damian Haxen swept the sword body with his palm. The name of the sword rang out.
Geommyeong erased the afterimage. Only the real Jacques Noiret was exposed.
“What?”
Compared to just before, it was an absurdly small sword. With that alone, the afterimage disappeared.
Just as Jacques Noiret was embarrassed, Damien swung his sword. There was a long scar on my cheek.
The low class was allowed to get hurt.
Even before he felt the pain, a deep sense of humiliation spread throughout Jacques Noiret’s body. Death exploded in Jacques Noiret’s eyes.
“Don’t get off topic!”
Jacques Noiret used magical power to create an illusion.
However, the magical power dispersed and disappeared before creating the illusion. It was the same no matter how many times I tried.
A situation in which the user of the illusion sword cannot create illusions.
Damian said to Jacques Noiret, who looked embarrassed.
“What if a middle class guy can’t understand the situation like that?”
Only after hearing those words did Jacques Noiret realize. Why was the illusion blocked?
It was because of Damian Haxen’s sword.
The sword name emitted by that damned sword is interfering with the convergence of magical power and preventing it from creating illusions.
“What… … !”
I can’t believe that Wijinpoyeonggeom is blocked by such a simple method.
It was impossible. It shouldn’t have happened.
“Let’s see the end soon.”
Suddenly, Damian Haxen’s speed became faster. The number of trajectories increased further.
“Oh, that’s ridiculous… … .”
There was no time to speak. Jacques Noiret desperately struck away Damian Haxen’s sword.
“uh? “Then my arm gets cut off.”
As soon as I finished speaking, my forearms started to feel hot. Damian Haxen’s sword grazed past.
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“Keep your head straight. Then my wrist flies off.”
This time my wrist was cut. It wasn’t deep. It was only a slight cut to the skin.
“What if I only care about my stomach? “You should also look below.”
My pants and thighs split at the same time. This time too, only the skin was cut.
Jacques Noiret’s eyes shook greatly.
As a middle class student, I was being pushed out by the low class. No, I was embarrassed to even say that this was being pushed back.
I was being played with like a toy.
“This sword… … Do you know what kind of swordsmanship it is? “It’s not a sword that someone like you can do anything about!”
Jacques Noiret screamed. Damian Haxen laughed at that sight.
“You’re making such a fuss about a sword technique that’s nothing special.”
“Nothing? That’s stupid… … “Wow!”
Damien Haxen kicks Jacques Noiret. Jacques Noiret’s body flew backwards.
I got hit in a really bad place. Jacques Noiret coughed as he stuck his sword in the ground.
“Yes, you… … .”
Jacques Noiret glared at Damien Haxen. Damian Haxen was standing far away.
“I’ll show you something interesting before I kill you.”
Damian Haxen took a step forward. Then an afterimage remained where he was.
Every time Damian Haxen took a step, the afterimages increased one by one.
More than a dozen afterimages remained on the ground.
“you you… … .”
Jacques Noiret looked at Damien Haxen with trembling fingers.
“Uh, how… … Above, Wichinpoyeonggeom… … .”
“I learned by watching.”
“Oh, that’s nonsense… … .”
“For your information, you can also do this.”
Damien snapped his fingers.
Suddenly, the afterimages swung their swords at each other. The afterimages of the knife cuts disappeared.
Jacques Noiret’s mouth widened when he saw the scene.
Jacques Noiret could not move the afterimage so precisely.
At most, I could only instruct one movement. I couldn’t even dream of giving different orders.
“Jacques Noiret, come to your senses. “This sword technique is not that great.”
Jacques Noiret slowly shifted his gaze at Damien’s words.
“Ah, to be exact, it’s a pretty good sword technique. It’s broken. It’s strange. The principles of the technology are at a fairly high level. “In fact, the technologies that use that principle are poor.”
Damian Haxen continued.
“There was probably a separate sword method that served as the original. You must have modified it as you please. It’s like making a change. “It’s impossible to intentionally destroy a perfectly sound sword, so the attempt to restore it may have failed.”
Damian Haxen did not stop at simply following the sword techniques.
I was looking into everything.
“Once you understand the principles, it is easy to create technology. “The original sword technique was probably like this.”
An afterimage appeared in front of Damian Haxen.
The afterimage walked forward. Soon, the afterimage began to disintegrate.
One person becomes two people, two people become four people, four people become eight people.
Suddenly, the whole world was filled with afterimages.
“… … !”
The Wijin Poyeonggeom restored by Jacques Noiret could only create an illusion where the user stayed.
That is why Jacques Noiret was constantly on the move. It was to leave an afterimage.
However, Damian Haxen created an illusion while remaining still. That’s several times more than the number of objects that Jacques Noiret can create.
At this point, it wasn’t an afterimage.
It would have been correct to say it was an alter ego.
“Did you say Wijinpoyeonggeom? “The original version of this sword is probably something like this.”
Jacques Noiret collected all anecdotes related to mirages in order to restore the Wijinpo Yeonggeom.
Among them, there were many who said that there were not just one Master called Mirage, but dozens of them.
This is because the illusions created by the mirage moved just like the real thing.
Jacques Noiret worked hard to make that testimony come true.
However, Jacques Noiret could only create an afterimage, not an alter ego.
What Jacques Noiret could not restore even in a lifetime, Damien Haxen perfectly restored it in just a few minutes.
“big… … How on earth… … Wijinpoyeonggeom… … restore… … “Have you restored it?”
“just.”
Damian said casually.
“I just did it and it worked.”
At that one word, Jacques Noiret’s eyes turned dark.
* * *
As a child, Jacques Noiret thought he was a genius.
The classmates I was training with were all much weaker than me. He reached the low-class level several years earlier than others.
So I had no choice but to be mistaken. He said he was a ‘genius’.
That illusion was shattered immediately after reaching the low-class level.
In a duel with a knight who was said to be a genius like himself, he was defeated by a single blow.
My first defeat.
Embarrassment for the first time.
Feeling angry for the first time.
A lot of emotions were tangled up. Jacques Noiret could not accept his defeat and challenged him to a duel again.
The results were even more disastrous. Unlike the first time, where he could swing his sword at least once, this time he was unable to even swing his sword and was defeated.
When asked how he defeated him so easily, the genius answered:
-just.
-I just did it and that’s it.
That one word shattered Jacques Noiret’s illusion.
Jacques Noiret was not a genius. He was just a little better than his peers.
From that day on, Jacques Noiret clung to his sword like crazy. He abandoned all pleasures and focused only on training.
Over the next dozen years, Jacques Noiret rose to the level of middle class.
And ‘real’ geniuses have reached high-class status.
Jacques Noiret despaired at the gap that could not be narrowed through effort.
It must have been from then on. Jacques Noiret began to become obsessed with elixirs and the techniques of the masters.
I thought I could make up for my lack of talent by consuming the highest-quality elixir that enhances my senses.
He hoped that through the knowledge left behind by the masters, he would be able to gain knowledge that he had not yet realized.
And so on for another dozen years.
Jacques Noiret was still middle class.
Others would have given up, acknowledged their own shortcomings, and settled down.
But Jacques Noiret did not give up. He wanted to surpass the ‘real’ geniuses by all means.
But today I heard the same thing.
“I just did it and it worked.”
The emotions that had been building up for many years were ignited.
Emotions were like rotten oil. The fire consumed my emotions and burned fiercely.
The anger was so great that even Jacques Noiret could not handle it.
“now… … “Did you just say that?”
The hand holding the sword hilt automatically gained strength.
“okay! Just do it and you’re good to go! just! just! Just that f*cking bastard!”
My teeth suddenly ground apart. The blood was rushing into my veins and it felt like they were going to burst at any moment.
Geniuses have always been like that.
He casually caught up with the things he had desperately tried to do.
And he always spouted out nonsense like ‘just because.’
“It wasn’t a coincidence! Genius, genius! Damian Haxen! “You were a genius too!”
Jacques Noiret began to laugh intermittently. There was madness in the laughter.
“No, not just a genius! No genius I’ve ever seen could do it like you!
No genius that Jacques Noiret had ever experienced could steal someone else’s swordsmanship like Damian Haxen.
However, Damian Haxen not only stole the sword, but he also mastered it perfectly and even restored it right away.
“done. You don’t need it all. “I will kill you, even if it means giving up everything!”
If I cannot become a master in my life, I will find meaning in something else.
At this moment, Jacques Noiret decided to find meaning in crushing the rare genius of Damien Haxen before he could blossom.
The master class technique possessed by Jacques Noiret was not limited to the Wijin Poyeonggeom.
Jacques Noiret stabbed various parts of his body with his fingers.
It stimulated the bloodstream where magical power flows.
The stimulated acupoint caused magical power to run wild. The runaway magical power brought out Jacques Noiret’s potential.
Bulseongjigwangyak (伐性之狂藥).
Biggie, where the Master, once called the incarnation of war, burned his body for the last time.
In terms of level alone, it is much higher than Wei Jinpo Yeonggeom, but it cannot be used carelessly because it costs one’s life.
Dongguijin’s method was revealed.
The muscles of my entire body swelled. The magical power raged wildly.
Jacques Noiret raised his sword. The wildly fluctuating magic power created a bright red aura.
“die!”
Jacques Noiret struck down his sword. A huge slash cut Damian Haxen’s body in half.
“… … ?”
But something was strange. Even though it was split in half, no blood came out. The cut cross section was bare.
“no way… … ?”
Damian’s body, split in half, became an illusion and disappeared.
He used the technique of Wijinpoyeonggeom to deceive his own eyes.
A situation that happened to you due to your own skills.
The veins in Jacques Noiret’s eyes became prominent. The whites of my eyes turned bright red.
“Damian Haxen! Tear this to death… … .”
At that moment, a sword protruded from behind and decapitated Jacques Noiret.
fantasy,
