Chapter. 14. One Empire, Three Legends (32)
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To a knight, an Auror is like his own soul.
The power to define one’s life itself.
A strong claim to make yourself and present it to the world.
I’m not sure whether to call it a departure from this world or a deviation.
“It’s… so hard!”
The only thing that mattered now was that they were damn strong.
The knights, wielding heavy weapons that appeared to be entirely made of metal, including blue lances overflowing with auras, demonstrated a battle that did not focus on the original purpose of stabbing.
Buuuung-!
Weaknesses of long arms. When you dig in to take advantage of close combat, the base of the massive and wide lance swings, crushing the fluttering flower petals.
The shell of the blocked elbow is broken, and while the reverberation of the force reverberates all the way to the head, the recovered arm unleashes a series of lightning-like thrusts. A miraculous attack created by incredibly trained shoulders.
In return for sacrificing his thighs and abdomen, a fist full of power is inserted into the knight’s plate mail, and the knight flies away with the distorted plate mail –
Kwajik!
“Keuuuuuuu!”
The knight finally opened the distance at the cost of a fatal wound, and the javelin he used with all his might pierced my torso.
Master Knight. Superhumans who have established their own world without any hesitation and have finally made part of themselves ‘independent’ from the world.
I had to do my best to deal with each one, and each time, I had to leave several large holes in my body.
There are hundreds of them. One by one, people who transcended humanity were swinging their swords at each other.
The beautiful marble staircase collapsed in the blue sword, and the garden exploded with a flail that struck the surrounding air as if it were collapsing, sending fragments flying in all directions.
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– Speed Wagon: The emperor has three wives in total. Althena Tik Matrea, an iron-blooded woman who was the ruler of the northern Toho forces of the Empress Empire, who gave birth to the first prince. The Flower Empress Desiara Rim Ashwald, mother of the 1st Princess, 2nd Princess, and 3rd Prince. And the second prince’s mother, Anis Terenua. Each of them has different countries and different powers behind them. What they have in common is…
– professor: They are not from the Empire. This means that the worship of the emperor, who bound them from the root of their souls, and their lives for the empire were not imprinted on all three. Where is it?
– Speed Wagon: There are the Empress’ Palace and the Second Empress’ Palace at 11 o’clock and 1 o’clock from where you are now. The palace of Terenua, the mother of the 2nd prince, is located in the north beyond where the emperor is located in the center of the capital.
– professor: Three directions around the emperor’s castle…
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Kyaang!
“Ugh!”
In the moment while I was finding out the location through the chat room, another knight rushed in front of me. Half-distorted armor and a shoulder that had been narrowly cut off. A firm mouth visible through a broken helmet.
They have the same eyes as those I saw in Turan. The eyes of those who can throw away their lives like stubble. Those who are captivated by the fire of the cause and do not look at themselves.
I narrowly deflected the tip of the sword that failed to pierce the outer layer of my abdomen, and the story engraved in my mind. I reach out to follow the knowledge that was instilled in me through the skill book a long time ago, and that was instilled in me in the consciousness space with Hyde in order to acquire it whenever I have time.
A deeply bowed posture as if running forward. The right foot stretched out backwards kicks the ground with all its might, and the right arm, stretched like a bowstring, is about to touch the knight’s open chest.
Sigh!
The left foot that went ahead digs into the ground, and the force that only propelled forward moves that foot downwards. With his fist dug in, the knight’s body was driven into the ground.
By strengthening the monk’s unique light and elastic body, he moves at an ultra-high speed that infuses strength beyond his weight class, and at the moment of stopping, the power that went into the movement is shocked without wasting a single inch. A technique of crushing the opponent using the ground as an anvil and the fist as a hammer. The name was given because to the average person, only the moment when the opponent is pinned to the ground and the victim pinned to the ground appear like a tombstone.
“Monk fighting stance. “The Hill of Atonement in Ro Haram.”
[….That’s a lame name.]
‘I need to concentrate, so don’t talk to me. The name of a technology has a huge impact on its image.’
Even though he had no divinity, nor did he have a light and decent body, the professor was able to do it all with his overwhelming strength.
Boom-boom-boom!
The sound of people hitting the ground with tremendous force, a precursor to high-speed movement, rang out continuously, and the number of knights with their armor distorted and pinned to the ground began to increase in an instant.
make a way The knight who was weakened by the battle for the throne that had already been going on for a long time, leaving the intact knight alone. Reduce the number by targeting only those knights who can inflict fatal wounds with a single blow.
Due to all-out acceleration and sudden stops, all of my thigh muscles were torn and my knee joints were repeatedly crushed and torn apart.
Rather than charging forward, relying on sense and strength like in previous battles, it is about following a group that has been established over a long period of time and demonstrating the power contained in a near-perfect body.
The stamina that seemed infinite was consumed in an instant, and hot steam and sweet smells flowed from my mouth in an instant.
The knight did not miss the brief gap caused by the loss of stamina. The moment my fist hit the knight’s chest, the knight’s sword dug into my shoulder like a picture.
Suddenly!
A cleanly cut cross section of the shoulder and the left arm flying away.
As I hurriedly tried to catch my flying arm, an arrow flew from somewhere and hit my arm, sending it back this way.
[Idrasil? How did Lucilla come here?]
[I hid it in the castle city using elemental magic. Although there are many, most of them are civilians and ordinary soldiers, so it is unlikely that anyone will be able to see through her elemental magic and find her assimilated into nature. He said he was sad that he felt like he was just a burden at every important moment.]
[That’s not the case, why are you here? I told you to stay with Lucilla!]
[It’s my duty. Observing you, learning from you, and helping you.]
[This…. tin-can elf! Then just hide somewhere high and do some reconnaissance!]
[I was planning on doing that anyway. I am not skilled enough to mix hands with the Master Knight.] A
whitish trace of Idrasil was seen where the magic power of the message flew, and soon it was seen running towards the rooftop of a nearby spire.
I also saw Aldrich and Otman Notum, wrapped in the darkness of the night, traversing the path I had cleared and heading towards the nearest Queen’s Palace, where the Empress of Flowers was.
The 1st Princess is a force backed by the support of many high-ranking nobles and social circles, including judges, administrators, and officials. Due to its static nature, most of the court magicians were also supporters of the 1st princess, but the power to disrupt Iji also disrupts the magician’s ability to realize most of them.
It means that it is the palace with the shallowest defenses at the moment. That was the reason why Aldrich and his group were sent there.
“Whoa. “What is the remaining amount of Hyde regeneration power?”
[I can’t express it in numbers. If we overdo it out of curiosity, we will both end up here.]
“Stop playing around.”
[really. Less than half.]
“….Fucked. “It’s just the beginning.”
Now that I’ve sent them away, it’s my turn to clear the path I need to take.
I’ve caught dozens of articles, but there’s still a lot left. Even in a situation where they are not all.
[A huge golden aura in front of the professor. You can see the group where the emperor’s power is concentrated.]
“Yes. “The real thing must be different.”
Idrasil’s voice came from high up as if pointing out my thoughts.
[Somewhere ahead.]
[In the direction where a knight holding a huge shield and a knight using dual swords are fighting, about 350 steps behind. It is a group wearing lion-headed helmets.]
[…Oh, are they them?]
As they approached the Empress’s palace, knights who had not been seen on low ground were appearing beyond the crowded battlefield.
An auror of a qualitatively different level from other knights, both in name and reality.
Overflowing golden energy.
At the center of it all is a man with magnificent bones wearing splendid armor.
“First Prince… Gainax Agdan.”
The emperor’s legitimate son who is said to be a born warrior and born with the image of a great king. A prince who controlled the military power of the empire based on the support of many warlords and warlike nobles.
His eyes, looking out over the battlefield, were filled with golden energy, like the aura surrounding him.
He was smiling as if he was happy about this situation.
If the struggle for the throne were to become a battle centered on military force, his victory with the strongest knight force seemed imminent.
His sword pointed towards the knights’ battlefield, and the lion-headed knights riding on huge black horses drew their weapons and began to descend towards the battlefield.
The 1st Prince and his knights were located exactly on the road leading to the Empress’s palace.
[Wouldn’t it be possible to get out of the way? Either dig up the ground or destroy all the walls and castles around here to make a path. My guess is that it’s almost the same level of power you felt during the first battle with Edeorna in your memories. One by one. If you just stick with it, you’ll have to take a lot of damage.]
‘Arthur. Didn’t you see that there was only a small crack when you hit the castle wall earlier? It is said to be the essence of dwarven architecture, and its durability seems to be at the level of adamantium. If you destroy it, it will be destroyed, and the sound of it being smashed will echo deafeningly all over the place. It takes a lot of time to destroy it, and there’s no way I can just sit there and watch them destroy it.’
[In the end, it means we have to stick together with those guys and push them out. Then that. Are you going to write it?]
‘….Not yet. ‘Try as much as you can.’
This guy must have been uneasy as Hyde’s hand, growing in his arms, was slowly opening the subspace pocket.
[Next time, let’s capture a large, bloody mute somewhere and hang it on the back of the carriage. You know, that. Blood sac.]
‘If you pull it out every day, its concentration will drop and you’ll end up like a grade 9 mute.’
[Still, it’s better than not eating at all.]
‘…That’s right. ‘Let’s try it next time.’
He is a saint who hangs a large, fat mute on the back of his carriage and draws and stores blood in real time. If I do well, I think I can be called a blood saint.
It wasn’t a very funny idea, but it made me laugh. I don’t know if it’s because of the adrenaline that filled my head, nervousness, or because it was really funny.
[hey. I don’t want to die.]
‘Me too.’
Anyway, my feet moved forward so I thought it was okay.
The professor, who was silently looking at the left arm in his hand, pushed it between his sharp teeth.
Crunch, crunch, crunch –
strong jaws tearing skin and breaking bones.
The professor, looking at the distant golden eyes, put his remaining finger in his mouth and waved his hand in that direction.
“So, he invited us.”
All three invitations received from Lucilla were in the subspace pocket.
“Since we met like this, I should at least say hello, right? “I also have some questions.”
[What am I curious about?]
“The power of the emperor. If you’re the 1st prince, that’s right. Just by looking at that golden light, he must be one of the people with the most power of the Emperor in All Amperia, where cursed flowers are scattered. “I want to know what that guy is thinking right now.”
Sigh!
As it swallowed up the last remaining fingertip, a new arm grew as if it were being pulled out from the amputated part. Although Mute’s remaining blood volume has decreased slightly, looking at the efficiency alone, I wonder if it would be a good idea to keep the fallen limbs dried and stored somewhere in the future.
“Let’s go, Hyde.”
[….also. You look better when you’re not thinking than when you’re thinking.]
“…If you have time, eat out of your pocket.”
[Okay.]
Kwaang!
After a short rest, the black monster’s body disappeared again with the sound of the flagstone breaking.
Unbearable joy formed on the lips of 1st Prince Gainax, who was watching this.
Wow!
In an instant, his huge curved sword, which was drawn out, collided with the fist of the black monster that had suddenly appeared, creating a huge impact.
Invitations with the shattered royal family seal were scattered between the sword and the fist.
“It will be my first time seeing you. I am a saint. “They invited me.”
“You are a saint. “All I heard about was that the saint was a warrior with magnificent bones.”
“See you soon at a good location?”
Crackling –
the shoulders of the two people facing each other were filled with great power, and as if the breath they had been holding was expelling from the repulsive force, a roar of light poured out from the prince’s mouth.
“Hahahahahahaha! Haaaa…. That’s right. Great spot! “Like a noble person, you chose the best seat!”
“It’s also the best time. “What on earth is going on in All Amperia?”
Whoops-!
“I need to know!”
“Same thing as always! Let an empire remain an empire! That’s it, saint! Even if a small thorn burrows in, the result will not change!”
With Gainax’s golden eyes shining, golden aura began pouring out from his huge curved sword.
A strange sight appeared in the professor’s eyes as he dodged the huge horizontal slash that cut his body in two from the waist down.
‘A small thorn…. The 1st prince knows. Something else has intervened in the current battle for the throne, and the current situation is not normal!’
And the attitude that it was nothing. That attitude of not being concerned about the bloody battle between the knights of the empire within the imperial palace!
“…What is the royal family hiding!”
“Ah, I was frustrated! Neither the empire that has stopped growing nor this small greenhouse where people can freely risk their lives in the name of the empire’s enemy! I will become an emperor, and I will once again make the name of the empire filled with blood and glory ring across this continent! Saint, satisfy my endless thirst! Free me from this thirst! No one can stop me! No one! “Your father, your empire, and even the god you serve!”
“This guy and that guy are all going crazy! You just blasphemed in the presence of a saint, so now it’s self-defense! I will liberate you forever! forever!”
A glimpse of purple energy shining between golden eyes.
The prince was unleashing his natural desire for conquest to its fullest. Regardless of who the opponent is, he seems intent on simply subduing his opponents.
The professor’s hands became harsh as we were already unable to communicate.
A monster whose eyes are cut out by a curved sword and a prince whose armor is torn apart by his fingernails.
The joy that came from the wild nature boiling inside was hanging on the lips of both of them.
Cold-hearted special forces. Survivor of the wasteland. Professor Park.
Something was growing inside him. His mutated incarnation. And the body in the game that contains his consciousness.
Something that barely stopped just before completion became something that resembled that duality, riding on a primal impulse.
Inside the fluttering petals of cursed flowers. The witch’s curse spread like a spider’s web, digging into her inner self and tugging at her heartstrings little by little.
-…..Tiring.
In the noise of battle. There was a low beep that the professor could not hear.
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