Chapter. 14. One Empire, Three Legends (44)
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The battlefield was rushing toward the end.
Like a line drawn across the world, the sword light divides the sky and the earth. The ax, blazing with death, returns the dead who have escaped the boundary to the solid world of death.
The blessing of the World Tree falls on the cursed earth, and the words of an old book containing the history of ‘breaking magic’ that has continued from its beginning to the present break down the structure of black magic.
A storm of lightning sucked in the rain of the dead that was constantly falling, and ancient sorcerous golems, broken into pieces, rose again at the call of their master and came alive, sweeping through the streets.
A momentary mistake. Even if there is only a small gap like the eye of a needle, the tower of curses will bloom in a mushrooming manner in an instant, and the baptism of the dead will bloom and spread beyond the capital to the empire, creating another evil that will suck in all those covered by the curse.
A curse that has already surpassed the level of disaster. If recorded in history, it would have reached the stage of ‘destruction’, but only six pledgers were completely preventing the seeds of disaster pouring down throughout the capital.
And into the skies above that chaotic battlefield.
The man who was fired like a cannonball was soaring into the sky, leaving everything behind.
Finally, passing by the curtain of purple fog that was constricting the lungs and the cursed people falling down screaming without knowing whether they were in pain or joy.
Above the clouds. As a malefic sound beyond the border that separates sky from sky.
The beginning and the end of all this, the witch, engulfed in purple light, finally appeared in the eyes of the professor who broke through the clouds
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A half-completed chest voice. At the center of that terrible planet where humans are randomly mixed up, a woman is surrounded by purple flower petals and holds her hands together as if praying.
『Ah…. this way…. no more…. no one will be abandoned….』
Cloudy eyes and repetition of meaningless words.
This is because witches lost most of their sense upon being deified.
Professor Bachchan rushed towards her without hesitation, with tentacles extending from the chest.
‘It’s probably because he wanted to become a perfect god.’
The five great gods who distributed their power on earth. Even they have twisted their own integrity to interfere with mortal fate. It was impossible for her to function as a complete god in the first place, having ascended to the rank of divinity by absorbing the power of an empire that was not hers and using a curse that went against providence.
Disorganized mind and body. The professor gathered strength in his arms as he looked at the traces of self-harm all over the torn-up front island.
The scar was not new skin that had just sprouted. An old wound, weathered by time, like a wound carved into the skin of an old man. That body is that of the princess that was stolen by the witch, so it is unlikely to be a scar left on the princess during her lifetime.
The body is a vessel of the spirit, and the spirit is a mirror of the body. Perhaps the wounds engraved in the witch’s soul seeped into her body and left such traces.
Black magic. The life force flowing out from the wounds of the soul. An evil study that twists the power that should be dispersed and leaves traces on the world.
Aldrich said that while warlocks are often portrayed as evil, they weren’t all that terrible to begin with.
‘Black magic is a discipline that inserts contracted evil spirits, vengeful spirits, etc. into the cracks of a broken soul and uses the flowing life force to work through their hands. As the level of black magic increases, it means that the area occupied by evil spirits in the soul expands and more life force can be converted into black magic.’
‘Therefore, as the warlock rises up the hierarchy, he must struggle with the evil spirit who has eaten the rest with his soul, which gets smaller and smaller. Even if you overcome it with excellent mental power, it is inevitable that your essence will become closer to that of an evil spirit.’
‘Warlock. In the end, it is nothing more than a process in which an evil spirit that penetrates the human soul is reborn as a living evil spirit. No matter how great your soul and mental strength, you cannot avoid it. The opponent is an evil spirit that grew up eating that great soul.’
The corruption it expresses in the world. Moreover, Saint Mary defiled everyone she touched with a curse and accepted them into her soul.
She must have felt herself changing too.
When she felt the carriage carrying the unrelated woman and her companions sink into her, screaming in pain as her body rotted away.
When the simple and warm village she had lived in for several months was engulfed in fire, and their melting souls burrowed into her.
When all that pain and resentment penetrated into her soul and goodness that shone brightly like the sun, and before I knew it, I saw myself dancing in a sea of pain and despair.
Every time she saw herself changing, her soul was torn as if it had been torn apart by a rough knife, and the evil spirits she had created took their place.
A warlock who was able to accept more vengeful spirits than any other warlock because he was better than anyone else.
Witch Mea Maria.
Her condition was close to that of someone who had nowhere to turn.
A final means to prove one’s good intentions. If only I could become a star with all of them, even if they were corrupted and tainted. Even if it can’t shine like Venus and is so ugly that you can’t even open your eyes to see it.
Just like the promise I made on the day I turned my back on the light. If only I could become a perfect star that would share equal light with everyone.
『I…. Me…. Ahhh….』
As a pure white light appeared on the fingertips of the witch who had lost her senses, the corpses covered in evil stars flocked towards it ravenously, as if peeling off the skin of a star.
The horrifying sound of flesh and bones crunching. A spear whose overlapping, crushed, and irregular shape is woven with the stems of cursed flowers. The whitish colors of flesh and blood overlap, overlap, overlap. Until it becomes a shiny black mass.
The spear, created with infinite malice and with the strongest goodwill as a pillar, was held in her hands and fired towards the obstacle of its final origin.
Like the countless starlight that mocks her. Like the moonlight that laughs at the shabby and ugly evil. Turning away from it, she turned towards the man who was running towards her.
『Send me… Send me… Let me go… Please….』
In a childlike prayer, a spear containing the power of a star was shot into the sky.
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The cursed flower petals flutter. A spirit so heightened that every crumbling powder can be recognized. The professor spread his arms towards the spear, which can be said to be the essence of God called Mea Maria. All of the white flame aura flowing through his veins was poured into both arms.
Tdeudeudeuk phuwaak!
White flames rising through the cracked skin, like lava pouring out from the cracked ground.
The more I used it, the more I felt that it was not an easy power to use. It’s good to say that my magic blood armor has already been integrated into my body. Even if you are not conscious of it, you naturally build your body, make up for the lack of durability, and absorb shock.
Magic is the power to understand and recreate the world.
Aurors are the power that denies the world and establishes itself above it.
Because they are opposing forces. The moment I unleash the flame of Auror, my body that handles it is also crumbling with the same destructive power.
‘I guess that’s why my arm was blown off when I unleashed my Aura with all my might inside the tower.’
Although it is a technique that is close to a suicide technique, if used rashly, the glass body with all the blood armor burned off will be exposed to the opponent immediately after use.
Without hesitation, the professor raised the Aura all over his body.
‘If the other person is a star, then I have to be at least as good as a shooting star, so it would be a good match.’
-Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa whom why where?
After a silence that silenced even the wind. A spear of stars shot toward the sky and a white burning meteor face each other.
Quad deud deuk!
The moment the tip of the black spear touched his chest, the professor plunged his wide open arms into the pole.
“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”
A force so drastically different that it cannot be resisted. He poured out all his might, but even though it was imperfect, it was not enough to overcome the power of the god who formed the stars.
The dug-in fingertips scraped the spear, and the spear pierced the professor the length of the nail marks, pushing him upward toward the sky.
“Uuuuuuuuu!!”
The witch and her evil spirit become distant. Beyond the blue sky above, into the realm of dim stars.
A body that rises endlessly into the sky along with a spear. The professor poured all the auras in his body into the fingertips embedded in the spear.
push it away Push it out! Here we end this damn story, a trash story that leaves no one happy…!
Sigh!
The moment when my nails finally touch the center of the spear held by my body. The professor pulled out the spear stuck in his chest, making every drop of frozen blood glow.
-Quaaaa!
The spear, pierced through his chest and soaked in his blood, burned like a white pillar. I tried so hard to crush my molars, but this was my limit. I barely managed to stop it and disperse its aftermath.
Snap…. Snap….
A body that has already been burned with all its aura. The blood armor that connected muscle to muscle skin to skin was all consumed by the flames of the Aurors, and the body, which was collapsing as if it was about to collapse at any moment, was limited to hanging on a pillar-like spear.
The heart of the window. The moment when his two hands met at the center, breaking through the outer layer of malice. The professor hasn’t even looked at him once. To reach someone who didn’t even look at him.
“It’s faith, it’s faith, I can’t give you even the dust of it… but please help me just this once.”
Now I am closer to him than anyone else before. With sincerity.
Two hands meeting at the center of the window. They overlapped as if praying.
“…Because she’s your daughter. “Because you made it that way.”
Ratura. Haram. Grace to the light.
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and. In the vast space of stars. A dazzling light exploded like a supernova exploding.
If it had been like normal, my body would not have been able to withstand that alone and would have exploded. The magical power that resides on the outside of the body and the aura that resides on the inside. Both powers would have exploded in opposition to the light of blindness.
But now.
The professor, who has poured out all his power to the bottom of the floor, has no problem containing his divinity inside, which is now empty.
The power of irrationality that went against providence was not enough to restore the crumbling body, but flowed through the fingertips and into the witch’s window, which she held tightly.
A miracle that could only be given at the last moment because all of it was burned.
Eudeujik eujijik-
paaaang!
The cursed shell of the spear exploded, unable to withstand the blazing divinity. What remains is the great divinity that resides within it and the saint’s faint good will. And the saint crouched down with his hands stuck into the huge spear of light.
“Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup…!”
Even my breathing stopped in the excitement burning my brain. The moment when the body of the saint, pulled like a trigger made of flesh and leather, gathered strength again and again as if burning itself, reached a critical point.
Hwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-
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Wow.
“Laturaaaaaaaa!!!!”
Quaaaaa!
A dazzling comet landed on the red malefic star that covered the sky above the capital.
….patter. Patter.
Kurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr –
The professor was falling, pouring out all his strength, even the borrowed power, and in his eyes, he could see the evil star pierced by the spear of light falling.
“It would be nice if there was someone who would accept me…”
At the end of that scene, darkness fell on the consciousness I was barely holding on to.
In that darkness, the professor was a strange light, like a small firefly, but also as majestic as a sunset. It was as if I saw him disappear with a warm glow.
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“Hmph!”
Suddenly!
Silver sword energy soared, simultaneously cutting into pieces a group of monsters blocking the path.
The castle city was not only burned down, but the ground itself was distorted, making it impossible to know where one was.
As a member of the royal family who only walked the streets, there was no way to know how far he had come.
“….”
The more I swung the sword, the more power seemed to surge rather than drain away.
I have never felt so fulfilled or free in my life.
That moment when I had no choice but to become even more pure because my senses were taken away by the power of the empire. The moment when I put my soul into the sword, radiated Aura for the first time, and announced that I had become a knight.
Just like his oath, even if he lost his wit and became a puppet, he was still a knight.
The silver auror perched at the tip of the sword did not even falter an inch despite countless swings.
Every time he passed through the burning alleys of the capital, the knowledge left behind by the will of the empire instilled in his mind emerged one by one like fragmented books.
Covered in that unknown pool of blood was Count Bernard’s mansion. Since everyone in his direct lineage except a few collaterals died in the capital, it is clear that iron supply will be disrupted.
Although it broke after being trampled on, the owner of the necklace with that extravagant seal engraved on it was the Marquis of Palex. With his death, his territory, which owns the granary area, will also fall into chaos, causing problems with the food situation in nearby territories.
Since the entire capital was in this situation, it was obvious that the empire’s high-ranking nobles would have died in droves. The empire will fall into chaos.
And the victims of that confusion were always the people who knew nothing.
Succession dispute. Yeongjijeon. famine. Maybe even treason.
In order to prevent all that, the only way was to show that the empire was healthy as before and prevent the nobles from thinking about anything else. Now the power of the giant hand emperor that moved them has disappeared.
“I… maybe I like this country.”
This may also be an injected emotion, but what can you do?
He doesn’t have the confidence to turn a blind eye to the empire’s civilians fading away, even though he knows that will happen.
As the little lady of Aedran said, he is now free.
Do whatever your heart desires, whatever you want. As a knight, all he had to do was move in the direction his Auror pursued.
‘….I can save it. Before innocent civilians were sacrificed in all those tribulations. We can make all of that not happen.’
Although it was instilled knowledge, all the knowledge needed to run the empire remained in the mind. There is both ability and justification. Every time I thought of the countless people he had saved with his hands, the heat welled up in my heart and I had the will to live for their lives in the future as well.
Perhaps all of this could be the empire’s arrangement. He thought he was free, but he was led by that faint thread and eventually ascended to the throne of emperor as if nothing had happened.
I didn’t know that I would be able to lead this country, which still remained an empire, in peace.
Cuuuuuuu –
The sky was falling on his head as he wandered somewhere in the capital.
The one that covered the sky of the empire and spread an evil curse. Even though the power of the curse has faded, its sheer mass alone would be enough to crush the capital and reduce everything to nothing.
Gainax, embarrassed, looked around, but there were already hundreds of people following him aimlessly, and there was no safe place to evacuate them all.
“It seems truly symbolic, doesn’t it? Falling skies and fallen empires. And even the sword of Gaecheon in your hand.”
When Gainax turned around at the sound of a voice, a fierce-looking old man and a boy who appeared to be his servant were leaning against the collapsed building.
“Duke Glenn…this is it.”
“I won’t say anything if you treat me poorly. “When I look at the empire with not a single speck left, it feels like everything has already been thrown away.”
“Why are you here? Even if we set off right after the witch’s power overtook the empire, it would still take more than a day to get here from the Duke of Glen…” “
…They say that a long promise and a piece of wind helped.”
Gainax wondered for a moment at the unknown Zen question, but soon he was able to understand what was going on.
Seeing the azure auras rising up here and there, and the black flames and clear tree trunks, it seemed like powerful people from all over the empire, such as the Duke of Glenn, had flocked to the capital.
Perhaps this was also arranged in some way before the empire’s power disappeared.
Rustling –
The Duke of Glenn said as he tore up a page of the blackened dictionary, breaking the curse.
“So what do you plan to do?”
“What?”
“What is it? “This country.”
The Duke of Glenn turned the pages with trembling hands, as if he were tired, but stopped when he reached the last page.
“Unlike others, some people in the empire knew the secret history of the empire but went with the flow. That’s why I know very well the feeling of being dragged along without my knowledge. Do you have the confidence to go with the flow again? After all, when you become emperor. Isn’t this following the guidance of the empire? All of this is passed over as if it never happened, and the people of the empire take it for granted that the first prince has ascended to the throne. It could be that all of this is being accomplished by the threads of the weak remaining empire. “Do you have the confidence to once again accept the fate of the lion and fulfill the millennium of the empire?”
Gainax looked up at the sky, which cast a shadow that could not be hidden even by the fire in the capital, as Duke Glenn said.
falling sky. A collapsing empire.
okay. There was definitely something symbolic about it. There were also suspicions that he had been induced to this point in order to make him the next great emperor.
but. He feels free inside. Because I was confident that nothing else was mixed in with the new aura.
I took a step forward, passing Duke Glenn leaning against the wall.
“Because there is a way. “Not everyone who walks on it will be caught in the road.”
I pull out my sword and capture that soul. A cold, clear yet solid silver aura. That dazzling brilliance aimed at the sky.
“I will open a new heaven, but it will not be a lion’s heaven.”
“…It’s an interesting story. “Then whose sky will it be?”
The Duke of Glenn smiles with his hand in his bosom and an inexplicable smile.
“….”
Gainax jumped toward the stars, speaking of the image of the empire that was vaguely emerging within him, although it was not clear enough to put into words.
“Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! under! What a masterpiece, Muto! It’s a masterpiece! “Wow, I can’t believe that a guy called the Emperor would think of someone who was prepared to ascend to that position!”
The duke, who had been accustomed to reading the wizard’s inner image as his nemesis for a long time, could not help but burst out laughing and took out a quill from his bosom.
The power of the last imperial family. A golden quill that will melt the promises of the pledgers and announce the beginning of a new history.
“Ah, king. The one who will become the new owner of the promise. If you really want to, please take it. “The empire will be with you on the path ahead.”
It ended with the duke’s quill engraving the name of the next great emperor on the last page of the oldest law code.
The law book has finally come to an end. The light that flowed from the tip crossed the sky and entered Gainax’s sword, pushing the knight’s sword up with the same force as the roar.
The power of the first emperor and hero who announced the beginning of the empire.
The power of the first emperor, who had led the empire for 500 years, was finally freed from all restraints. Then, the last light was coming out from the tip of the successor’s sword.
The silver sword that contained it all swung towards the star.
Tuhwak –
The sound of a small wind cutting through the oppressed air was all that was heard. but.
Early that morning, the citizens of the empire woke up to a meteor falling in the night sky.
They all said together that they had seen with their own eyes a silver flash split the sky.
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