Chapter. 14. One Empire, Three Legends (43)
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“Latura… Mea Maria…”
“Stop it. Don’t let the light that abandoned us reach His presence…”
Beings with a mixture of joy, despair, and anger rushed towards me with faces where their entire skin had melted.
Whoops!
Contrary to their awkward gestures, this group is quite polite.
In a perfect state, the fact that I can feel the repulsive force of my hand as I split the castle wall with a punch means that they have that much strength and durability.
‘If we keep going like this… there will be no end!’
This is not an idiomatic expression; it really seemed like it would never end even if I had to deal with those melted zombies here for hundreds of years.
Because they are cursed dead who have already escaped the boundary of life and death. Monsters that are deprived of death and are left with only souls that have not ascended to heaven, moving roughly lumped pieces of flesh in their original form.
Since they are not creatures that can die, no matter how much they smash and crush them, another pile of flesh is created, and the divinity of Mea Maria, a purple divinity the color of the night sky, was giving them the same defense power as a heavily armored knight.
….okay. The defense power is barely that of a knight in heavy armor. With thousands of cursed people moving as one body, it is only an effort equivalent to smashing down a small iron hill. There’s nothing I can’t do now
– kuuk.
“You really are such disgusting bastards!!!!”
Every time I attacked with all my might in the waves of flesh, a spear knife stabbed in without warning and interrupted it.
A quiet attack that does not feel any force at all.
The tip of the spear slowly approached without any speed or aura-like energy. The moment when the tip of the head sticking out from between the pile of flesh gently pierced my forearm, which was full of power.
-Pugh!
“Ugh…!”
I felt a tingling sensation like a small needle, and my arm twisted in a strange direction and exploded.
[It’s a retrograde curse! The witch’s paladins have deflected part of your power through the powerful medium of contact! Don’t go all out on the attack! I’ll come back to you just like that!]
Aldrich’s urgent explanation almost drove the professor crazy.
The annoyingly solid molten dead flock endlessly from all directions.
The witch’s evil voice becomes more complete as time goes by.
If you try hard enough to break through, the cursed paladin’s spear will seep into the dead and stab you as if waiting for just that moment. A swamp that you can’t escape from as soon as you touch it, the forces that change direction collide and your arms and legs explode.
I’ve encountered many different types of powerful enemies while playing Gedreuz’s games, but this is the first time I’ve ever felt so unreasonable, irritated, and dirty about the battle itself!
Those who don’t die are coming in in large numbers, but attacks that are enough to push them away are blocked by those who are only looking for curse counters! If time goes by like this, defeat is guaranteed!
The only hope is a soul mage who, along with Aldrich Nell, is trying to secure space by eating the cursed souls themselves…
[I can’t afford to help you that far! Just maintaining Notum’s ‘exit’ is the limit! It’s only because it’s open that it’s still holding on. The moment this witch’s tower becomes a closed space, we’ll all become part of the curse! Not only the power, but even the gaze and blood accidents will all reverse and freeze in place!]
At least it’s only at this level because of Aldrich.
Even at this very moment, Otman is doing his best to search for the core of the tower and suppress it in order to stop the witch’s tower from continuing to grow. Notum and Aldrich maintain ‘exit’. I was completely caught up in the enemy’s defense mechanism and was unable to move.
‘…In the end, do I have to charge to my death again this time?’
There was really only one last possibility.
Hitting the counter completely without adding or subtracting force, smashing the waves of the dead with a blow full of power.
The problem is that it goes beyond an attack that takes losses, and is the same as turning yourself into a bomb and jumping into the middle of enemy lines.
My physical attack ability is unmatched, and it’s the same as pouring out my attacks with all my might.
The point of conflict has long since moved beyond ‘Will I still have the strength to do this and deal with the witch?’ to ‘Will I be able to survive after doing this?’ But if you stay still, you will lose. In the end, I had no choice but to do it this time.
‘Hyde, if I lose consciousness, take my place immediately.’
[Okay.]
Charge with all your might. Even this is not an easy situation. The ground we had to kick our way through was covered with cursed flesh and sank, absorbing all the repulsive force.
Instead, there was something to hold on to.
As the wall of the dead approached with a light leap, the professor stretched out his fist with all his might.
With concentration concentrated to the very tip of his head, his fist stretches out towards the mixed bodies of the dead as if in slow motion.
Slurping –
I saw a spear blade covered in blood vessels approaching silently.
An attack that didn’t go all out. If he reacted now, he could have dodged the spear blade containing the curse of retrograde, but the professor did not return the attack.
Kuuk –
I feel the feeling of the tip of the spear and the snap of the spear once again
!
Although it wasn’t full power, I could feel his fist containing a lot of force coming back through his forearm.
repulsive force. In this place where you can’t even hit the ground for a strong attack, you’ve been longing to blow away your enemy with one blow!
“Hehehe!”
The muscles of his right arm, which had been bursting from the fingertips, swelled and with all their force suppressed the repulsion of his attack that was returning through the bones.
A solid balance created by the meeting of the retrograde force and the downward arm force for a split second, as if the fist was being used as a lunge. A stepping stone for the next attack!
“Close the counter, you bastards!!!!”
The two forces met each other as if he was kicking the ground with his feet, and the returning force pushed his body away.
Since it was taken with the right arm, the force is biased to one side.
The body riding it spun and flew into the wall of flesh with the sound of the wind being torn apart.
All the power combined from the first strike and the remaining power came together as the toes spun in the air, and the flame of the auror ignited through the cracked outer shell.
Like a giant blazing hammer, the force gathered at the tip of the rotation tore through the air and flew into the wall of the dead.
“Get out of there!!!!”
Whoops!
The waves of dead people kicked by the monster’s legs exploded as if they had been hit by a bomb.
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Patter. Patter.
“Huh oh oh oh oh! Cough… wow!”
Right arm. Compound fracture to the shoulder.
Left leg. From the toes to the pelvis. Explodes without leaving a trace.
The professor calmed his stomach from shock and quickly calculated the aftermath of the attack.
The arms and legs were not cut off, but completely torn apart. Approximately 30 seconds to play.
pouring down like rain from the sky. The fragments of the dead man that had just exploded after being hit by his kick.
A distorted hole in the wall of the dead, who were all mixed up so much that it was impossible to tell which was where.
and.
“Kulkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk… This is why… I hate people who do not think about what is going on after them…”
At the moment of the explosion the cursed spear pierced his body with a stronger force than before.
“All….the city…. will not… be abandoned….”
“Send…. won’t…. the tragedy will repeat itself. …is….the world….”
Knock. Cut it out.
The cursed paladins barely survived by using the exploded bodies of the dead as shields.
“It’s as hard as a dog… Cough! A paladin can handle both curses and divinity at the same time… you mean…”
Even the people of Mea Maria, who are infinitely revived, are a power outside the world. It seemed that the damage caused by the Aura, which was no different from an add-on, could not be easily repaired, and the scattered flesh of the deceased was repeatedly clumping together and falling apart, but it was only a matter of time.
In a situation where both sides are idiots, if those cursed paladins succeed in stalling time even just a little bit, everything will go back to the beginning and he will once again be trapped in a swamp from which he cannot escape.
‘I have to get rid of those bastards and get out… What else can I do if I get out…’
I felt something digging into the wound in my chest and taking root. The bodies of the dead flew away like fragments of grenades from his attack. A few streams of water came in from the wall of the tower where a part of it was pierced, and although I couldn’t hear it clearly, I could hear the message magic chirping and saying something.
Kwaaak tdu-duk!
“Uuuuu!”
Phew!
When I pulled out the spear that had already eaten part of my chest, a chunk of flesh fell out. As the curse grows, the hole you managed to drill begins to become clogged. Paladins of purple divine power. Somehow, somehow, just them. Before the Witch’s Star was completed. Use that power here. Let’s slow down the time just a little bit.
Time.
Time.
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Quick. Chijijik –
it was that moment. A small spark appeared in front of the professor, who had barely recovered to his knees.
In from the hole in the witch’s tower. Sparks connected like irregular threads.
『Call-』
The old, grayish voice that called out the great spell that had been cast targeting him had made him stand on end from head to tailbone just from the beginning.
『Blue Lightning』
Come on!
At the end of the spark, a bunch of blue lightning poured down on the heads of the cursed paladins from the end of the faint flying object that appeared to be a hole in the tower that was gradually healing and getting smaller, burning and tearing the hole in the tower that was healing at the same time.
An old man with a full beard visible through a gaping hole.
“Oh… I heard the wind was unlucky… I guess it was to meet the guy who destroyed the groove…”
Gal Gal, a lightning wizard who introduced himself as the second deepest wind blowing on Wuthering Heights. Lyud.
“Muto Muto!!! Come up quickly and take the elderly person! “Every time this guy uses magic, he gets closer to becoming an old man with dementia!”
“Yes old! “I’m leaving now!”
“dictionary! “Bring my dictionary too!”
Another old man with a face full of stubbornness and self-righteousness appeared behind the old man. Those who appear later.
These are all people the professor has seen or heard about through rumors.
A thick, worn-out book with raised eyebrows, wide eyes, and the fancy clothes of an imperial judge. And a servant that follows him wherever he goes. The Supreme Court of the Empire and the head of the ‘Hall of Reason’, the nemesis of all wizards. Duke Gwen and her servant Muto.
-Clap!
-Deng Geng!
“Normally, the Sword Family does not intervene in the battle for the throne, but it seems they have crossed the line this time. “Skarad may only be a facade, but you also have the commission, so think of an excuse to say in front of Gwen.”
“Look at this. Because they didn’t cut off the head properly, everyone crawled out like this because they still had regrets. As a duke, a nabal, and an executioner approved by the first emperor, he properly sends off those who deserve to die. That’s it. “Nobody cares what I do when I do my job.”
The two people came down from the balloon and instantly cut down the cursed knights and decapitated them.
A master of masters. Current head of the Schwartz family. A prosecutor called Daesa (大師). Swordsmith Dyke Schwartz.
Living undead. Last Mercy for the Executioners Skarad the Executioner.
“It’s the cursed tree of the heavens. How dare you imitate the shape of the mother tree on the waste of the world. “It’s almost blasphemous.”
He brought with him a branch of the real World Tree that, just by taking it out of his arms, repels the curse that covers the surrounding area. The only pure elf known to the player, wearing clothes made of grass and tree trunks, and with an expressionless face full of contempt. Moonlight Gatekeeper Tyrea.
finally.
“For some reason, every time I see you, a part of your body seems to be missing.”
“you….! “Even if everyone else is like that, how are you here?”
“That kind of wind blew. “Nice to meet you, professor.”
Another wizard whose robes were fluttering in the wind were removed and his face was revealed.
The wind that stays. Because the wind’s gaze reaches me and with their recognition I can stay forever on Wuthering Heights. Wizards unanimously elected to represent their homeland.
A four-note wizard guided by the seven winds.
Astrad Delhast.
It was the moment when all of the empire’s famous and venerable hero units revealed themselves.
Astrad looked up at the red giant star that covered the sky and gathered a small breeze.
And on that wind, an old promise was sent.
“Wuthering Heights is a debt owed to Grand Duke Felix of the Winds from a bet he made with the emperor in the past. “I want to repay the third.”
“To keep the oath that will last forever, as long as the name of Swordsman Schwarz remains.”
“Hehehe…. Wild dog Skarad…. lived only for this day….”
“Because the branches of the forest remember the promise of the human emperor.”
“Read it, Muto.”
“Yep! Uh… Supreme Court Justice Glenn. To fill the last blank page of the oldest law code….”
Each time the rust-colored wind passes in front of them, the heroes each put their old oath into their mouths.
As the power contained in those words rose one by one, golden water was rising at the center of the green wind.
Although small, the power is concentrated enough to make even a witch who is concentrating on consciousness look back. As the red giant sat down on them like a pupil, the Duke of Glenn’s face frowned at the promise that had not yet been completed.
“Five… two isn’t enough? Hey admin of the wind maniacs. Let’s say one is him, but where is the other one? “Isn’t there someone who left this out in the middle?”
Astrad was stroking the hole in Duke Glenn’s wand with his fingertip as he spoke. He was taken aback by the whistling sound that was secretly leaking through, and said as he passed the oath to the direction where the sound was headed.
“This is the right place. “I didn’t know she would be the last one.”
‘….she?’
Astrad gave me an inexplicable glance along with those words.
While the professor struggles to interpret its meaning. There was a large hand lifting him from the floor covered with cursed corpses.
“Oh, thank you. Notum.”
“….”
“Notum?”
Notum was incompletely maintaining the Tower of Curse with a spell at the entrance of the tower. With the magic imprint on her whole body shining brightly, she reached out to the vessel of the oath brought from Astrad.
“…Shaman, Briar-Eyed Agtak. The body returns to dust and only traces of the spirit remain. “I borrow the body of a descendant to respond to the call of an old friend.”
Good luck!
With the magic flame blooming from Notum’s fingertips, the vessel of the covenant finally filled with golden water.
‘Agtak, the briar-eyed. Red eyes. Shaman…. The great red-eyed shaman! One of the three ancestral spirits that reside in Notum! The empire calls in what it needs! oh my god!’
Ancestral spirit of Notum. One of them borrowed the body of a descendant with ridiculous talent and made promises from the past into words.
“All the old promises have come together. Muto! Open the book! hurry!”
“Yes old!”
The last page of the law book was opened by Duke Glenn’s quick-witted servant. I stretched out my hand to see the golden words that appeared on the last page, where there had been nothing until now.
[Survive. In this way, it will prosper.]
The oath that the first emperor made on the day when the heavens of the empire opened.
….Aaaah!
The duke, whose hands were uncharacteristically hesitant, with a small sigh, tore out the page that had become the empire’s first edict and a 500-year ban.
The thick law book crumbled, golden dust scattered from the crumpled paper, and the crumpled paper in his hand suddenly turned into a quill and was held in the Duke’s hand.
A quill that will write new laws. The oath from the past that will become that ink.
After completing all preparations, Duke Glenn carefully placed the quill containing the pledge in his bosom and turned his head toward the professor.
“There’s a whole body in there. “What shall we do now?”
“….yes? Me?”
The professor stupidly asked back, not knowing that such a question would be asked of him here.
“Yes you! “He’s dressed in a suit that doesn’t suit him!”
“Why are you asking me that?”
The person who cut down the Tower of Curse with a single sword right in front of my eyes was Schwarz, the legendary Master of the Swordsman of the Empire, and the skinny old man who separated the Witch’s Paladins into their heads and torsos in the blink of an eye was Skarad the Executioner with only force. It is a monster that is in the top five in the 3 world.
The only person who asked that question right now was Supreme Court Justice Glenn Duke. He is a master of eloquence who argues with wizards who practice magic based on extremely personal understanding and destroys their contradictory understanding with logic that leaves no room for even a needle to penetrate, thus taking away the magic from the wizard.
Even if that’s the case in Astrad, the elf over there is also a gatekeeper who is no different from the representative of the true forest elves. No one is inferior to me, so why hand over leadership to me?
“…Well, we are all people who came here following the old past.”
Duke Glenn calmly answered my question.
“What brought us here is the power of the past. The witch’s power is also an old thing that dates back to the past, so it makes sense to deal with it with our own power. However, in the end, the witch escaped the past and was reborn as a being in this world, and the end of it… ultimately must be done by the hands of those living in this era. Otherwise, it won’t end.”
“It’s past and present….”
“Now, if you understand, make a decision quickly. now. “What can I do?”
Kuuuung-!
Amidst Duke Glenn’s words, the sound of the cursed tower made by Skarad falling was heard. A cursed skyscraper that tries to stick together but eventually collapses as its core is broken by the stream of water from Otman. At the same time, the corpses that rained down from the fortress were also seen building dozens of new towers.
The reinforcements I expected. The choice left to me. And an endless war of attrition unfolds before our eyes.
“Please send me up.”
“Ura… are you ready?”
“I’m going up to get ready.”
The professor turned his attention to where Aldrich was, who had become quiet a while ago.
wedge. A being who announced the beginning of this epic story and announced from the beginning that he was the witch’s opponent.
If there was a separate protagonist in a story involving the power of the empire, the protagonist of the story prepared for the witch was from the beginning.
He and Nell are putting their hands together as if praying and preparing for some unknown spell.
Aldrich’s power is not in physical strength but in its special nature, so my role will be to help him reach the witch.
When the professor nodded, the skeletal old man wielding an ax approached him.
Skarrad smiled, showing all his rotten black teeth, and held out the broad side of his axe.
“Get on. Fresh friend… give strength to your lower abdomen… huhuhuhu…”
That’s the end. There was no omen or concentration of power.
Buwaaaaah!
The professor’s body was launched into the sky at such an incredible speed that his skin was pushed away by the ax, which was swung cleanly as if defying physical force.
Looking closer, it looks even more terrifying.
Beyond, to where the witch is.
Duke Glenn thought quietly as he watched the professor suddenly shrink into a dot.
“The three legends came together to open the sky of the empire. It would be right for the three to end together as well.”
Since it was not their territory up there, Glenn turned his gaze from the sky to the accumulating accursed ones on the ground.
As heroes of the past, their role was to prevent evil drawn from the past from getting involved in the final battle.
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