Chapter. 16. Saint and Perfection (28)
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Strike, cut, and stab.
Block, block, and dig in.
Basic movements in combat.
The battlefield became a melee, as if water and oil from a large bucket had been poured together, and the armies of mutes and humans were mixing together, and armor and outer shells were disappearing. The fight between blades and claws also did not deviate from this in the larger scheme of things.
Kwahiah Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
“Get away! “Get further away from the battlefield of heroes!”
“If you get caught up, you’ll die! “Don’t get caught up in the hero’s battle!”
“Remember what you were trained for! If you let go of your shield and step back, you will die!”
The moment it unfolds in the hands of those who stand at the top of a certain species, it can no longer be dismissed as the same type of movement.
The clavicle and the tip of the spear. The attack that should have ended with a point-to-point collision becomes a huge shock wave, creating an empty space in the melee. A battlefield where the friction between the brushed spear and the skin evaporates the blood and flesh of those swept away by the heat alone.
One by one, vacant lots began to appear that those without qualifications could not even access.
Like water drops falling on a pile of salt, the numbers on both sides began to decrease in an instant.
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Float!
The tattered fingertips met the great sword carved from bone.
Spear blades raining down like machine guns. A tail that approaches in a blur and tears the body into pieces. When there was even a small distance between them, artillery fire was fired like crazy, and white thorn vines were growing at a terrifying speed from all wounds.
divinity. Auror. muscular strength. While my power advanced toward the pinnacle of simple power, Edeorna’s evolution branched out toward the essence of skill, variety, and unpredictability.
When you stretch out your hand, more than five types of weapons interlock like cogs, chipping away at your strength, and attacks that lack your strength become prey in the enemy’s arms, repeatedly being egged on.
Simplicity. It was a loss I had no choice but to take in order to fight against such a technique sect, as I only had an honest attack consisting of both speed and strength.
At least this simple power has some advantages.
Teudddeuk!
First. Since the means of attack boil down to one, if only a battlefield where one cannot avoid the other is secured, power can be projected from the beginning without any need for a search war.
Sigh!
“Gotcha!”
“…Something like a monster.”
Second, if this side has an advantage in combat power, it can crush the opponent.
An opportunity taken at the cost of a tattered body.
While giving up her entire body, her left arm, which had been pulled back like a spring, shot out tearing the air, and at the same time, Edeorna’s right arm, which had let go of the spear, once again gathered mana and faced it.
The combination of black and white ended with the black digging into the white.
Cracking –
I felt something crushing on my fingertips.
“…I gave you a hundred slaps, so you should get one too.”
Tuhwaak!
Everything in a straight line from the clearing to the castle wall exploded, and Edeorna’s body, blown away, was stuck in the center of the castle wall.
A blow that used the body as a gun barrel to pour out divine power on the Auror who was opposing the divinity, using it as a pestle and gunpowder.
….There
was no way that a body that had poured out that much power, including the divine power that repulsed the infectious agents that made up most of the body, would be fine.
Cracks spread from the fingertips to the entire body in an instant, and blood poured out like a waterfall through the cracks.
“Cluck cluck! It was like this with a rail gun that extracts coolant…”
Mute’s blood contained in his body poured out due to excessive sanctity. The body that served as the gun barrel was unable to overcome the excessive stress and was breaking, splitting, and falling apart.
“… Even if this guy’s body grows to the pinnacle of humanity… he can’t avoid being hit by a glass cannon… Sigh!”
Of course, this was an attack I chose even though I knew this would happen.
Short-term decisive battle.
The war of this era was like a battle between enemy and friendly bombing sites.
Master Knight. saint. Named Mute. Heroes.
Their battle inevitably causes large-scale destruction, and in a chaotic melee as if water and oil were poured together, the aftermath of destruction does not discriminate between the enemy and the enemy.
Most of the soldiers were bleeding from their ears. My eardrums were blown out by the shock wave.
The clearing that Edeorna and I created was lined with the corpses of mutes and humans in the form of crushed and exploded bodies, and these circular clearings were made in large and small shapes wherever heroes and knights were located everywhere on the battlefield. A killing field where ordinary soldiers are swept away if they accidentally step on it during battle. It even moves at the speed of a knight and a named.
However, if there were no infantry to hold on, the heroes would be surrounded and die in vain, surrounded by mutes who would soon be reborn behind the walls.
Even if Mute dies, he is reborn right behind that castle wall.
For humans, the number of dead allies is directly equal to the loss of troops.
So a short-term decisive battle.
In any case, the seething sacred power cannot be dealt with properly as it rebels against the aurors and mana, so the intention was to take the victory by unleashing a big blow like in the desert… In
other words, after a clean hit with all other powers other than the divine power remaining, This means that it was an attack with the battle of . If it’s the completed Edeorna that I know, and if it’s the Edeorna that has absorbed the dragon’s characteristics, there’s no way she could be defeated with just one hit.
however.
‘…Why? It’s not a trick. It didn’t seem particularly weak to divine power.’
Why did it end up like that?
The sight of the enemy trapped on the castle wall far exceeded the damage he had expected.
Even though my breath is inferior to that of my divine fighter because I don’t have a dragon heart, Mutation Blood has evolved and evolved into the best fighting body. Even though it makes no sense in common sense that a body created to deal with me as my nemesis would collapse with just a single blow.
Patter. Patter….
The wall of Tobrun, where all of Mute’s flesh had been blown away in the wake of the divine power, was torn apart along with Edeorna stuck in the center.
Of course, this side was not easy, with the whole body cracked like a magma-infested earth, pouring out blood and auras alternately, but the appearance on the other side was… ‘
….the limbs were crushed. A body like Edeorna’s original queen does not regenerate easily. Was he really defeated in one blow?’
It was at a level that could be described as incapable of combat.
‘Could be a trick. Should I stop breathing here? Or should I step back?’
My physical condition wasn’t that good, but I wasn’t at the level where I could say I had lost my fighting ability yet.
Edeorna’s condition is truly imminent. All limbs except the left arm, which inherited the characteristics of a dragon, fell off, half of the head was blown off, the tail fell off, and the spear like a sword disappeared without a trace.
Even if I could unknowingly increase my regenerative power and repair all of those wounds, the loss of the enemy’s combat power would be overwhelming as all the weapons made from the captured hero’s body were blown away.
Even at the moment of worry, the war was still going on.
After calculating the risks of stepping back and the risks of approaching, it became clear what had to be done.
Crack!
If you save the guy due to a misjudgment, the number of allies who will die at the hands of the guy will increase by the square of the number of seconds the guy is alive.
If you get caught in a trap, your immortal body will just be torn apart.
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At least, I thought this was the right decision until the body that was running at him was pierced and wrapped around barbed wire-like thorns.
As far as is known, the creature called Edeorna evolved solely to kill enemies.
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Tdu-duk-
The thorns growing from the ground are being pulled out by the roots. The moment the barely freed leg tries to move forward a little,
push shoo!
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time, the thorny vines that grew to several times the size of the first time, sewed into the insteps and calves and grabbed the professor.
“What a strange talent!”
The price she had to pay for taking a single step was the rest of her body, wrapped in thousands of thorns that had grown…
Edeorna was pleased to see her arch-enemy approaching the half-crushed woman, as if she was cutting through a thick spider’s web.
It’s the same. It’s the same…
“Yes… Compared to you, who are truly a monster… it’s nothing more than a residual talent. The strength I have built up. Hunted humans. “All of our efforts so far.”
Edeorna spoke to her nemesis, who slowly slowed down as he approached her.
“Me and my brothers. A child who had wisdom that could not be pursued, a child who had a body that was unbelievable in human martial arts, and a child who was immersed in magic and mystery. They all died by your hand, and the Queen’s children, who were the essence of the species, were all defeated, which was like the defeat of our race. “Indeed, we may seem like we are not the same to you.”
Sararak. Sararak…
Defeat was always the first word that came to Edeorna’s mind when thinking of the professor.
“I thought about it. You who will not die even if every bone in your body is cut into pieces, your heart is pierced, your throat is cut, and your head is smashed. How to destroy the archenemy of a species that dares to say that it has reached immortality. “I took my injured body back to my mother’s side and ceaselessly squeezed out all the wisdom I had.”
Since Falcatus’ main body was also in the north, I was able to talk a lot with the child. An ability that seems to have been born to destroy the very existence of the species. The possibility of subduing the human weaknesses of ‘Father’ instead of killing him. Falcatus leaves the nest with his brothers, saying that she has a place to visit before she goes hunting to recover.
What returned was a terrified Nigmi and a small piece of the child’s remains. It was just a blur of thoughts.
That day, Edeorna thought as she chewed on the remains of her blood relatives instead of the corpses of the heroes she had captured.
Defeat. The only thing we have achieved by meeting him is defeat.
A long time ago, when that man was crawling on the ground like a bedbug on the battlefield of Turan. Since we sent him back alive, thinking that he was just a human being with wisdom in an insignificant and weak body, there has not been a single day when our species has been victorious in front of that human being.
Remembering that her choice not to kill him that day had led to all this pain and defeat, Edeorna chewed and swallowed Falcatus’ remains.
suddenly. Edeorna realized that she did not want to kill the professor.
Perhaps, if she were to project all her power, which had gathered the power of hundreds of human heroes, she might be able to confront the god-like ‘Professor’ in Falcatus’s thoughts.
It was thought that perhaps he could be eliminated by killing him after a bloody fight.
therefore. That’s how victory was achieved, from his head to his toes. If you turn it into a lump of blood and flesh mixed together.
What if that’s the end? Will the human professor be pained by his death?
The pain of holding a suffocating and dying relative with your only remaining arm as you ran away miserably. They split off in different directions and said, ‘You won’t have to think about it.’ The pain that came when Falcatus, who had said this, returned with nothing more than a few golden scales and a lump of flesh.
If Edeor or herself were to die at the hands of someone, would it be comparable to the pain she felt then?
….Suddenly, Edeorna thought that it was not fair for the being who had killed all of her blood relatives to end in death like that.
It was an obsession and emotional judgment that was uncharacteristic of her.
An emotion that is established in a being who is a clone of the Queen and thinks like the Queen solely for the sake of the survival of the species.
“…I hate you. “I have a hatred for you that you cannot imagine.”
Edeorna wanted her slayer to suffer the same pain as Falcatus, who cried as he held his dead brother’s body until his delicate throat was torn.
“I will cause you pain.”
So instead of leading a body overflowing with power into battle. I headed to my mother’s side.
“I will give you the same pain as I did.”
I dared to raise the spear in front of my mother.
Suddenly,
she cut off her body, which contained great power, and presented it to the queen.
If he is destined to lose in a battle with a human called ‘Professor’, someone will catch him.
Wouldn’t it be okay for the rest to kill his flesh and blood relatives?
It was truly a pleasant imagination.
Kuuuung – When
Edeorna forcibly pulled out the body stuck in the castle wall, the wall began to collapse, unable to withstand the shock.
White thorny vines gathered to replace the two torn off legs and arms, but their combat power was not as expected.
Does not matter.
original. This body originally developed all of its power solely to temporarily restrain a being with absolute power. By throwing her life as bait and a planned defeat, she successfully captured her archenemy.
Beyond the ruins of the collapsed castle wall, twelve sisters with the same body as her were walking.
They were newly born sisters who gave her power and the power of all the human heroes they had absorbed so far to their mother and divided it evenly.
Her hope is to inherit the skills and power of those who were once human heroes and slaughter humans with the weapons they used.
Crumbling –
Suddenly, I felt the power that had defeated her burst out once again from within the thorn vine that had trapped the enemy. You must have seen it. I left the gap open so you can see from the inside.
“Are you afraid? Where will they go and what will they do?”
Instead of answering, a hateful white flame rose between the thorns.
“I was born with a body like my mother, but I cannot raise a family as numerous as my mother.”
“….However, it was made to have only one enemy.”
A space created by her thorn vines. The thorn vines cut away everything inside, and in her space where only she and the enemy thorn vine existed, Edeorna held a thin spear in her hand.
“you. “He will be my last enemy.”
Death was insensitive to her, but she at least wanted to see that human’s face twisted in pain.
This means that you have to be alive to see it and survive the clutches of the monster that will rampage like an animal to escape this space.
‘I lost my life and most of my remaining strength. I should be able to last at least half an hour.’
he is. In just half an hour, he would watch as those who had shared his life were slaughtered.
After the battle is over, he will have to walk the long journey to the north alone. Just as she came this far, thinking about the empty seats left by her brothers.
Edeorna smiled whitely as the expression of death approaching her was distorted.
Whoops-!
And
in a sphere of white thorn wool.
Edeorna swung her own death towards her archenemy, who was caught in a loser’s trap.
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