#1002. It’s too early to give up
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Gates of Valhalla.
An unprecedented magic that breaks the boundaries between this world and the other world on a global scale, not just in one city.
Greater East Asia and Egypt were not the only places where such a miracle occurred.
all over the world.
wherever the light of dawn can reach.
A hero who left his name in history.
A hermit who gained absolute power.
The founding king who founded the country, etc.
The army of heroic spirits who returned with the will to protect the world were facing the monster army with unity and fighting spirit.
It is the history of mankind itself.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is all the power that mankind has built from the golden age to the modern age.
The problem is that even with the power of such heroic spirits, it was the limit to barely hold the feet of the monster corps.
It was unavoidable.
The monster’s power is absolutely self-sufficient.
Originally, it was a disaster that would destroy the country alone.
On the other hand, among the Heroic Spirits, there were only a few absolutes who could face such monsters.
No matter how much he could fight without fear of death as much as he had already died, he had no choice but to be pushed back with all his might.
Still, in most areas, it was possible to tie the feet somehow….
The problem was Eurasia.
The British Empire that Avalon invoked.
Holy League with Tartarus.
Even Russia, which supports the devil.
The three cores that maintain the gates of Valhalla were connected as one from end to end of the continent by dragon veins.
That’s why the monsters who knew that destroying just one of them could break down the gates of Valhalla concentrated their attacks on three areas in particular.
Of course, the heroic spirits also concentrated their efforts to protect the three regions.
As a result.
The three regions became the fiercest battlegrounds.
And among them, the place where they were fighting a particularly difficult battle was Gulag, Russia, where the pillars of darkness were coming up.
Gulag was originally a facility built by the Dark Dawn Society to collect death and fear to be used as a sacrifice to demons.
That’s why it’s suitable for using demonic magic.
The black mages, including the three black mages, performed a ritual by restoring the magic circle made up of 24 gulags.
The huge magic circle was absorbing death and negative emotions from all over the earth to create powerful magic power.
Half of humanity was destroyed.
That destruction is already ahead.
The hopeless situation was rather a driving force to maintain the demon’s magic.
The problem was that, unlike other places, the Russian Khanate had 24 points to follow.
Of course, since the summoning circle of the demon god is recycled, even if only one Gulag remains, the magic of the demon god is maintained.
However, it was inevitable that the power of magic would weaken as much as the core was destroyed.
That’s why the Russian Khanate was currently in the midst of a more extensive battle than any other region in the world.
“Keugh!”
So it was.
A man who ran frantically as the Minister of the Revolutionary Department in order to add even a little bit of strength in this fierce battle.
The reason why Bachemensky had no choice but to groan.
‘I can’t believe he’s aiming for the rear in the midst of this…!’
outskirts of Moscow.
There, three monsters break through the minefield, ignoring the bombardment.
Looking at the giant octopuses with the heads of sharks and the shells of turtles, Bachemensky gritted his teeth.
The defense line was not breached.
From Yekathrice flying over the front line to Kana galloping across the front line leading a cavalry unit including the Gwangryongdae, the army of spirits who have returned from the dead.
Thanks to everyone’s hard work, the defense line surrounding the 24 Gulags was still holding out.
The problem is that they couldn’t stop the monster that appeared while swimming through the ground like the sea.
Fortunately, there are not many such special monsters, but only three appeared.
The unfortunate thing was that Moscow couldn’t afford to fend off even those three monsters.
The living ones, of course.
From the dead to the spirits that have returned.
All the forces capable of dealing with the absolute self-class monster were fighting frantically to protect Gulag.
Even if all the heroic spirits who made a name for themselves in human history returned, the number was by no means infinite.
At least, it was barely holding on to its ankles with the defense facilities installed by Bahamut, but that was also at its limit.
At this rate, almost all refugees in Moscow would be annihilated by the three monsters.
“…Sorry everyone.”
helplessness of oneself.
The guilt of not being able to protect Moscow.
And the despair ahead of destruction.
It was when Bachemensky closed his eyes tightly in the whirlpool of all kinds of emotions.
[It’s too early to give up, Brother Bachemensky.]
It’s been too long since I’ve heard it.
However, the moment Bachemensky opened his eyes without realizing it, hearing that serious voice that he could not forget.
Koo Goo Goo Goo!
the earth shakes
Darkness swirls.
A huge shadow rose in front of the three monsters.
It was so huge that its head reached the clouds, and it had copper-colored skin resembling metal, as well as gears and pistons that moved furiously from its chest.
It looks very similar to a spirit.
However, unlike the spirits, the giant’s gaze, which radiates an evil eye, turned toward the monsters.
Geeying!
A red ray shot from the giant’s eye burned an octopus monster.
As their colleague became a grilled octopus in the blink of an eye, the two remaining octopus monsters tried to counterattack by entangling the giant with their tentacles.
But it was a futile struggle.
The giant didn’t care about the attacks of the two absolute self-class monsters.
It was natural.
Unlike the two octopuses who managed to reach the absolute level, the giant was a true monster who struggled even with the sword master.
Not fairy skills.
Born out of human greed.
That’s why it was an artificial spirit that could exert even more powerful power now that the world is overflowing with death.
And Bachemensky saw.
under the dim light of dawn.
Leaving the fighting giant behind.
As always, a man with a shaggy beard looking at himself with a solemn face.
[Be mindful. It is not the moment the revolution fails, but the moment the revolution is given up that the flames of the revolution go out.]
“….”
[So, please continue your revolution in the future.]
With only those words left.
The man’s fantasy is gone.
The giant who had dealt with all the monsters also melted into darkness again.
It seems that there are many places to fight in the future.
In this way, the dark wizard who inherited the legacy of the Dark Dawn Society descended upon the demon god and eventually became a demon god himself.
However, Bachemensky, who looked with a complicated face at the disappearance of the man who sincerely pursued the revolution more than anyone else, eventually quietly lowered his head.
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Good luck.
or bad luck
The sudden appearance of the spirit was not enough.
The dark wizards of the Dark Dawn Society, including Faust, who enslaves demons to sweep the monster army.
Other than that, a murderous maniac who slaughtered hundreds of people, a shaman, an incendiary horse that burned the entire city, and more.
It’s too evil to be a Heroic Spirit.
It would be better to say evil spirit.
However, those with superhuman powers were revealing themselves in the darkness rising from the 24 Gulags.
Thanks to their unexpected support, the situation has improved a little.
nevertheless.
The war situation was close.
In the first place, the gate of Valhalla is a magic that summons spirits with the will to protect the world.
Among those who have accumulated bad karma since their lives, only a few souls have such a will.
It was too little to turn the situation around.
Nevertheless, there is only one reason why 24 Gulags were able to endure.
It was thanks to the existence of a silver-haired woman swinging her sword slowly in the middle of the snowfield.
Qurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
The last royal family of Russia.
The woman who was the last disciple of Limon.
Postmortem Anastasia.
Every time she swung her sword, all sorts of natural disasters that happened in Russia were miraculously sustaining the war situation.
But unfortunately.
Now her situation was more precarious than climbing a rope over a cliff.
Even though I was seriously injured by the reincarnated lord.
Not to mention defending São Paulo and supporting the fight in the Amazon before his wounds even healed.
As soon as I came to Russia with Yekathrice, I was holding back the monsters attacking the Gulag by spreading my sword again.
Even a sword master with a strong body had no choice but to come to a limit.
in the grip of the sword.
from a bandage wrapped around a wound.
And in the footprints of the snowfield.
The red blood that dripped drop by drop showed how much she was doing.
nevertheless.
Anastasia did not stop.
like snow falling from the sky.
Or like flowing dew.
It’s slow, but he moves his sword constantly, drawing this Russia into Gulag and protecting humanity.
But no matter how hard she was, she couldn’t deal with all the monsters with only her efforts and determination.
Kyaoooo!
The result is this.
It was a number of monsters that appeared in front of her before she knew it.
The monsters that broke through the defense line while piling up the bloodshed of their colleagues ignored the 24 Gulags and ran straight to her.
Anastasia is the key to this defense battle.
It was a charge made because he realized that if only she fell, it would take an instant to destroy Gulag.
Before a wave of such monsters.
Anastasia had to choose.
I wouldn’t know if my body was intact.
Now that her mind and body were already pushed to their limit, facing hundreds of absolute self-class monsters head-on was an act of suicide even for her.
One way to survive.
It was just to avoid a fight.
She is a sword master and a descendant of the Silver Dragon Clan.
If he concentrated on running away, he could have run away from anyone other than Limon.
The problem was that if she stopped holding her sword now, the already precarious defense line would collapse in an instant.
Knowing that fact, Anastasia did not run away.
A disciple of Limon.
Also as a bride.
In order not to be ashamed of the lover he loved and loved, he did not back down an inch and swung his sword without rest.
The moment he was prepared for a final fight against the monsters.
-Suddenly.
“…?”
For the first time, Anastasia hesitated.
Because I felt a strange sense of incongruity.
A strange feeling, like seeing a field of snow without snow, which cannot be clearly identified even with extremely sensitive senses ahead of a fight to the death.
What is the reason.
She tried to grasp more with her senses, but she finally realized.
Monsters flocking towards you.
The disaster that befell one of the monsters at the rear.
-Suddenly.
There was no sound.
There was also no sign.
Even the minute vibrations of the corpse falling were swallowed up by the blizzard as if it were melting.
A monster of such a name and absolute self-class could not even resist and died in vain, but the other monsters did not notice it.
It wasn’t just because he was obsessed with Anastasia.
Because it all happened so quietly that even the dead monster didn’t realize it when its heart was pierced.
to see the sight
she barely realized
That the monster that died just like that wasn’t the only one.
More than dozens of corpses were scattered along the route the monsters had run so far.
And even now, the rapidly dwindling numbers of the monsters themselves were telling us that the same process had been repeated countless times.
“…!”
So Anastasia couldn’t help but be shaken.
It wasn’t just because of the fact that dozens of absolutely self-proclaimed monsters had died so pointlessly.
It was because there was only one being who could do such a thing without even realizing it.
It’s the weakest in head-to-head combat.
Limon rated as the most dangerous.
It was only then that she realized that even if not the strongest sword master, the strongest assassin that everyone recognized was hiding in this snowy field.
And…
『The Shapeless Sword Pistil
سيف غير ملموس 暗術
The Sword of
Death سيف الموت』
―Seokkul.
Right now at this moment.
Ironically indeed.
without even showing it.
Along with the fact that the Assassin’s blade, which pierced her heart before, is now protecting her in reverse.
