< 57. Baidian Mountains (6) >
#57
“Gaaaaaa!”
“Kwaaaaaa!!”
The double glazing echoed through the mountains through the sound of rain. Twin Head Ogre raised his fist. Ronan kicked off the ground and ran out pulling the hilt of his sword.
‘It should take less than before.’
Ronan rushed to the right side of the ogre and swung La Mancha. The feeling of the tip of his knife cutting through tough skin passed through his fingertips.
At the same time the ogre’s fist struck the spot where Ronan was. bang!! The ground turned over in chunks and soil that was not yet wet bounced up. One step later the head on his left side which turned his head let out a bellow.
“Kwaaaaaaaa!”
Indeed La Mancha was a famous sword. A cut that looked like a ruler was carved into the ogre’s thigh. It was a result that contrasted with my previous life when I had to swing my sword at the same spot hundreds of times to deliver a valid hit.
“shit.”
However Ronan’s expression was not bright at all. The wound wasn’t deep enough and Amu was moving too fast. Within a few seconds her bleeding stopped and even what had been buried was washed away by the rain.
At that time the ogre’s kick flew straight ahead. Ronan rolled to avoid the attack. Before he could get up a huge log fell on his head.
“Damn it…!”
He was too late to dodge. Ronan swung his sword in a sitting position. The tree was torn apart revealing the ogre’s bewildered face. Ronan jumped straight and clung to the tree trunk held in the ogre’s hands.
“Gwok!”
The ogre placed the log. At the same time Ronan stepped on a tree branch and jumped up stabbing La Mancha into the ogre’s chest. Sigh! About 30% of the sword body had penetrated into the skin.
“Kaaak!”
The ogre struck Ronan with his opposite palm as if trying to catch a mosquito. Ronan jumped to the floor as if he had been waiting. puck! As his palm struck the hilt of the sword La Mancha was pierced deep into his chest.
“Kaaaaaaak!”
“Gwoaaaaaak!”
Painful cries erupted from both mouths. He seemed to have injured his internal organs as he was bleeding. Ronan climbing up the ogre’s undergarments grabbed the hilt of his sword again.
I had to finish it this time. Ronan leapt right in front of the ogre pulling down on the hilt of his sword. La Mancha pulled out as if dragged drew an arc.
Suddenly! A red line appeared on the forehead of the left side of his head and blood and brain fluid poured out of him. Upon confirming his brother’s death the right head opened its eyes and screamed.
“Kwaaaaaaak!”
“You should go too.”
Suddenly. A series of slashes decapitated the right side of the head. I could clearly feel the arteries and neck bones being cut. thud! The ogre’s massive body fell backwards. Ronan landed and muttered bitterly.
“It would have been better if I had fought when I was in my right mind.”
As the ogre’s breath ceased the brand that had been blinking on his chest slowly faded away. Blood mixed with rainwater was flowing along the slope.
Even though I finished the game I couldn’t do my best I didn’t feel refreshed. Ronan ran down the mountain path leaving behind the body of his former rival.
As we got closer to the temple the surrounding landscape became increasingly desolate. Trees were broken or uprooted. The corpses of wild beasts and ogres were strewn everywhere.
Now that I think about it the waterspout and the turbulent mana are no longer visible. Ronan finally arrived at his destination and stopped in place.
“…Fuck.”
The ground was turned over like the furrows of a seed drill. The forest surrounding the temple had turned into a rough vacant lot.
There was no trace of the temple in the ruins which were destroyed without even a single pillar remaining. Just as I was about to take a step the voices of a man and a woman could be heard through the sound of rain.
“how….”
“I told you. “It’s time to grow up.”
It was the voice of Sarante and Brigia. Ronan quickly turned his head. Brigia was seen standing amidst her ruins bathed in her rain. Perhaps because she was hidden behind her back Saran Te was not yet visible.
‘As expected that bitch…!’
Ronan twitched her lip. He approached Brigia while hiding his presence as much as possible. Sarante’s voice was heard again.
“What tricks have you tried…?”
“That’s what I wanted to ask. “If it weren’t for the star’s protection it would have been really dangerous.”
“The blessing of the stars…another strange power….”
As I got closer I could clearly see Brigia’s appearance. Ronan frowned at her seeing her hideous appearance.
Her left elbow had been cut cleanly below. Her clothes were almost all torn and she was almost naked. Blood was still dripping from her right ear which was more than half gone. The injury was so serious that it was a wonder he was still standing.
“I didn’t know it would be like this. “It’s not even perfect yet but it has this kind of power… I think I understand why executives are using their might to get promoted.”
Nevertheless Brigia’s voice exuded cheerfulness. I even felt a sense of relief glad that it ended like this.
So what happened to Saran Te? Ronan who was gradually closing the distance between her was finally able to see Sarante’s appearance.
He was leaning against the statue of Seniel and was breathing heavily. At first glance her situation seemed better than Brigia’s as her priest’s clothes and both ears were intact.
The problem was that the entire lower body was missing. An absurd amount of blood was gushing out from below where his waist should have been.
Ronan’s eyes widened. He rushed towards Brigia reflexively pulling on the hilt of her sword. Just before the blade reached her neck Brigia turned her head and made eye contact with Ronan and smiled.
“Oh it’s him.”
Brigia raised her hand. Kang! La Mancha stopped in her vain unable to cut her down. Before she knew it Brigia was holding a dagger with black energy blooming in her hand. Ronan who fired sword strikes one after another shouted as if he was vomiting.
“You fucking bitch! “What have you done!!”
“Thank you for earlier. “I like it because my back is wide.”
There was no sense of urgency in the sly voice. The sword strike was blocked again but Ronan swung his sword without stopping.
Kang! Kang! Kang! Every time the two people moved their arms sparks flew out in the rain. Brigia effortlessly dodged or blocked Ronan’s attacks and opened his mouth.
“Then why did you come? “I saved him at best but if this continues I have no choice but to kill him.”
“shut up…!”
Ronan opened his eyes wide. Perhaps because it was near a ley line the flow of mana was scattered everywhere. Ronan delivered a slash along the stream extending towards Brigia.
“uh?”
The sword strike came several times faster cutting through the raindrops. Brigia sensing danger hastily took a defensive stance. Kaang! The dagger unable to withstand the shock bounced into the air.
“Ugh!”
“Get lost!”
Ronan was about to swing his sword again. Suddenly a chilling energy rose up the back of Ronan’s neck. Ronan who followed his instinct and stopped the attack drew his body back. bang! A huge thorn made of shadows erupted from exactly where Ronan was. Brigia’s voice was heard through the thorns.
“It’s pretty good.”
“You’re using shitty techniques.”
Ronan who had taken his stance raced towards Brigia again. As soon as his feet left the ground thorns shot up. At the same time the air shook and five thorns sprouted from different directions and shot towards Ronan.
Ronan spun five times and swung his sword. Suddenly! The thorns were cut along the sword path revealing Brigia’s appearance. Ronan gritted his teeth. Jet-black ominous mana was blooming above her shoulders. Inside a familiar cluster of lights twinkled like stars in the night sky. A chewing sound escaped Ronan’s lips.
“…Nebula Clage.”
“what? “How did you do that…”
Instead of answering Ronan shot her sword strike. Brigia dodged her attack by crossing her lot behind her. The shadow beneath her feet came up her legs. Her eyes completely changed and she shot back in her murderous voice.
“Where did you hear that name?”
“Your mother told me.”
“…I really can’t keep you alive.”
Brigia lashed out with her one remaining arm like a whip. Quaaa! A shadow blade so long that the end could not be seen was shot towards Ronan. Her prowess was incredible for someone who had been seriously injured.
“shit!”
Ronan raised her sword perpendicular to hers. The flying shadow hit the mountain peak and caused a huge explosion. But the offensive was not over. The thorns that rose up like her fingers rushed at Ronan again. One thorn that could not be cut pierced Ronan’s shoulder.
“Ugh!”
Her blood splattered. The pain came to her but she had no time to suffer. The shadow’s thorns followed Ronan twitching like her vines. I would have done anything to narrow the distance but the approach itself was impossible. As Ronan was in the middle of taking a step back swatting away her thorns Saran Te’s voice suddenly rang out in Ronan’s head.
[Ronan. Please step back further.]
“Fuck be surprised. “Are you alive?”
[Not yet. I’ll buy you some time. Take advantage of the opportunity to run away.]
Suddenly she felt her fingertips begin to tremble. Ronan who instinctively sensed danger turned his back and started running. Brigia sneered.
“Are you going to show all your bravado and then run away?”
Brigia waved her hand blade with a sneer in her eyes. Again a crescent moon-shaped shadow shot towards Ronan. Ronan did not hit her but ducked to avoid her. It was the moment when a shadow passed over Ronan’s head. Suddenly the sky became brighter.
“what?”
Brigia lifted her head. At the same time a huge lightning bolt struck her head. Kwaaaaang! The electric current mixed with mana exploded covering the son-in-law with a blinding flash. Now was the opportunity. Ronan who ran towards her caught Saran Te who had become her better half.
“Damn you just did that?!”
[Why did you come here!]
“Then just let him die? And I think that bitch would have died anyway.”
[Probably not. Put me down and run away right now. You must not abandon the opportunity given by Seniel.]
“yes? “What do you mean?”
Ronan frowned. Then the flash died down and Brigia appeared.
“Huh…Huh…Huh…Huh….”
She looked like she was in quite a shock as she stood still and panting but there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with her body. What a monster of a bitch. As Ronan mumbled something caught his eyes.
‘Is that…?’
A translucent film was blinking around Brigia’s body. It was a bizarre curtain that gave a completely different impression from the Mana Shield and for some reason I felt a sense of déjà vu. She continued her remarks as if she found Sarante deplorable.
[Ah this time too…]
“I’m not the only one who can see that right? “What is that?”
[I call myself ‘the blessing of the stars’… but I’m not sure. All attacks that touched there were either shed or destroyed.]
“All attacks… don’t work?”
[yes. I don’t know what kind of power it is but the status itself has changed. It is not something you can deal with.]
Ronan shrugged his eyebrows. She clearly remembered seeing it before. Brigia catching her breath opened her mouth.
“Huh…you can’t let your guard down Sarante. Wow I really almost died this time.”
“dastardly….”
“Haha what a coward… ugh anyway your chances of winning are completely gone with this…”
Brigia stretched out her hand. As the shadows gathered the dagger that Ronan had struck out earlier reappeared. She said as she turned her dagger around and glared at Ronan and Sarante.
“It’s getting boring…let’s end it.”
Shadows gathered at Brigia’s feet. The shadow that climbed up her body covered her body like armor. The shadow that grew from the dagger took the shape of a long sword. One after another the space behind her shuddered and hundreds of thorns appeared.
Anyone could see that it looked like he was preparing for the final blow. A tired voice came out from under a helmet made of shadows.
“I have to take my friend’s head off myself…”
“Ah…ah….”
Sarante pale as her corpse let out her despairing sob. He explained that while that shield is activated Brigia is virtually invincible. The moment he heard her say those words Ronan’s eyes got so big that they almost seemed to pop out. The name of the chewy cub who never forgets was in her head.
‘Ahayute…!’
I remembered. Her protective shield around her Brigia gave off a similar impression as that of her son-of-a-kind.
Ahayute blocked or destroyed all of their attacks except Ronan. The scattered thoughts were put together like a puzzle. A group that worships bald people. The power of bald men.
Ronan who was thinking about something for a moment whispered to Sarante.
“Sarante.”
[yes?]
“Can you make room for me just once?”
[What do you mean….]
“I don’t want a lightning strike like before. Even the smallest things are fine. therefore…”
Ronan explained the hastily planned plan in a whisper. Saran Te who was silent with a questioning look on her face nodded her head. At that moment Brigia’s figure disappeared from her sight.
“Goodbye Sarante.”
Ronan focused her mind. As time slowed down the sight of Brigia rushing in came into view. Behind her thorns that were fired one step later were flying tearing through the heavy rain. At the moment of desperation I heard Sarante’s words in my ear.
“…Wind Spear.”
Wedge! A magic circle appeared in the air and a spear made of wind was shot towards Brigia. At the same time Ronan ran out and swung La Mancha.
The distance narrowed in an instant. Ronan was slightly faster. Brigia looking back and forth between Ronan’s slash and her Saranthe’s magic turned her head towards her Saranthe’s magic.
It was an extremely rational and rational decision. It is obvious that the divine protection will be blocked anyway but it is natural that the magic of an experienced wizard is more threatening than the knife slash of a child you are seeing for the first time today.
And that decision decided her fate. La Mancha tore through her defenses and drew an arc with an erection. Suddenly! Brigia’s head rose into the air.
