Episode 817:
Knot (4)
White luminous magic falls like rain on the cracked ceiling of the memorial tower.
Cheap!!
[Aaaahhh!!!]
The magic power of the Holy Spirit that melts military spirits just by being there.
Kashuin, the archangel of the old world who had been summoned by Lennok using his priestly authority, was glowing and preparing to descend here.
[Where are you!!!]
Only after hearing the Archangel’s terrifying voice did Lennok understand how the situation was going.
The archangel’s sanctuary was proclaimed with the intention of wiping out the military orders gathered here.
However, unlike a magnetic area, a sanctuary is not a concept that occupies the entire space, but rather a kind of simple area that is formed like a floor.
The power of the Sanctuary itself is quite powerful and its output also increases dramatically, but it is subordinated to the caster in the first place and moves rather than staying in one place.
Therefore, the Requiem changed the structure of the memorial tower and isolated Kashuin’s sanctuary in the upper levels of the tower instead of directly dealing with it.
Rather than focusing on dealing with the Sanctuary itself, move the stairs where the Sanctuary is located upwards to increase distance.
At the same time, they brought Lennok, who was running away, back to them and tried to steal his body.
However, the heroic spirits’ plans all went awry the moment they encountered the evil star that walked from the other side of the tower.
Kugugugu…!!
A dark-colored body that sinks alone in the dark as the white magic rain falls on its head.
An overwhelming presence that seemed to suddenly devour the entire space of the tower just by standing there.
A predator’s pupils sparkle under the shadows.
[Croken Asilus…!!!]
The heroic spirits of Requiem, who finally noticed its presence, became furious and began to twist their entire bodies.
[Why on earth are you here!!!]
[Since when have you been in Yorta!!]
Even if the Heroic Spirits of the Requiem Pavilion have gone into hiding for a long time, their insight is not so poor that they do not know about them.
A mighty force that shakes the heavens and earth. A ferocity that does not discriminate against opponents. Experience and experience hidden among disorderly words and actions.
There are more than dozens of curses placed on the shoulders of monsters that move as they please without being bound by common sense.
There is no way that Requiem would not know that all those curses are being observed one by one in the Infinite Sanctuary.
They also know very well how unrealistically powerful Croken Asillus is.
[What are the managers of Headrain River doing?]
[Wasn’t there a check to prevent people like this from entering?]
“It’s noisy.”
Doo doo doo!!!
As Kroken walks with his head thrown back, the ground shakes and moves like waves.
Due to the impact, the tower rumbles and emits waves, and the waves of military spirit are pushed away little by little.
A strange scene where all the souls in the tower widen their distance at once due to the presence of just one person.
On the contrary, dozens of barriers activated on all sides of the memorial tower rotated and surrounded Kroken at the center.
At the point when the immeasurable evil appeared, all of the tower’s security techniques and barriers were forcibly activated to suppress him.
Kiriririn!!
With a clear sound of bells, a gray-white barrier unfolds like an umbrella and falls on Kroken’s head.
A move to isolate the space where the crocodile giant is standing from other spaces in the memorial tower and force it to be transferred as is.
However, Croken didn’t care about the falling barrier and held out his hand towards the raindrops falling from the ceiling.
The dazzlingly shining magic power of the Holy Spirit pools and falls like water onto the thickly ground palm.
Kashuin, who was quarantined by the Requiem, is running wild from the upper level of the tower, and the aftermath is falling to the lower level of the tower.
“Hmm…”
Croken looked at the pure white magic pooled in his palm, then lightly grabbed it and swung it to the side.
A light gesture, like a child holding and scattering water at the shore of a lake.
However, with just that light gesture, a pale flash of light emitted from the Crocodile Giant’s hand at subsonic speed.
It became a dazzling pillar of light and penetrated dozens of barriers that built the inner and outer walls of the tower at once.
Whoa!!
A jarring noise, as if glass windows are colliding and sliding.
With that alone, the rotating barrier in all directions of the tower was instantly shattered, scattering its fragments indiscriminately.
[You’re crazy…!!]
[The phase barrier of the memorial tower is so simple…!!]
Boom!!
Kroken walked out casually and stood next to the fallen Lennok.
“….”
Croken looks lost in thought, looking around with eerie pupils.
All I could do was look back at him with difficulty and kiss my lips as I fell.
“Why are you here…”
“Shut up.”
Croken swung his tail and hit Lennok.
bang!!
Lennok’s body, unable to even resist, was suddenly pushed against the outer wall and rolled over.
“…!!”
Crocken spoke harshly without even looking at Lennok, who was writhing in pain and squirming.
“I have something to ask you, so just sit there and watch.”
“…caliber?”
“I’ve thought about it a few times since the Sanctuary of Curse was created.”
Croken’s bright yellow pupils seemed to penetrate beyond the eerie fog of the memorial tower.
“I will one day kill those who look at me in a bad way.”
“….”
“It doesn’t matter now that you destroyed the sanctuary and polluted the nightlife.”
Tap, tap, tap!!
Kroken laughed, slowly tapping his wrist and cracking his joints.
“From now on, I will erase this gloomy abomination left in Yorta from the map.”
“…!!”
Kroken’s declaration that he would tear down the memorial tower left behind as a result of his night trip.
The moment Lennok hesitated at that ridiculous declaration. Angry heroic spirits erupted in fierce battle from all directions.
[What an arrogant bastard…!!]
[How dare a demi-race, who ascended the hierarchy with the body of an animal, discuss the existence of the nocturnal movement?!!] The
heroic spirits swimming above the cavity of the tower began to shine and soon appeared between the waves of military spirits. It blends in without hesitation.
The moment the will of the heroic spirits permeated towards the military spirits stationed everywhere, the presence of the military spirits subordinated to the tower began to rapidly amplify.
[Ah ahhh!!!]
[I remember…!!]
A spirit body holding its head and crying. A military commander who expands his entire body to increase his physique.
The weapon he was holding was transformed into a sharp intention, and the level of his soul rapidly increased in various places.
A magical device that divides the power of a heroic spirit among the tower’s military spirits and temporarily increases their output significantly.
Coo coo coo!!!
The military spirits that were crying out in pain scattered much more powerful magical power and glared at Kroken from all directions.
From military spirits dripping with saliva like animals that have lost their intelligence, to ghosts that break out of their human form and turn into monsters, roaring.
In terms of momentum alone, heavenly demons that surpassed the level of the Holy Spirit were also summoned from all sides of the tower and stood face to face in front of Kroken.
A group of ghosts scattering their murderous intent all over the ceiling and walls of the tower, forgetting about balance and center.
Yorta’s Night Journey.
Although it has now failed and its light has faded, the ghosts that participated in the night journey still remain in this place as part of the tower.
[No matter how powerful you are, you are still just an unexplored person who has not been able to ascend to heaven…!!!] The heroic
spirit shouted in a furious tone.
[I will make mortals here pay the price for taking on the challenge of the All-Ghost Night Journey!!]
[Haaaa!!]
Crazy ghosts who lose their judgment and focus on their desire for destruction due to the power they gain thanks to the tower’s augmentation.
The waves of military spirit surged as if plowing all sides of the memorial tower, compressing and exploding everything beneath their feet.
Thousands of whitish vengeful spirits revolved around Kroken, clawing at the silent giant.
Kugwagwagwa!!!
An intense resentment that would tear apart both spirit and body just by being caught in it by a decent superhuman.
However, Croken did not even attempt to shake off the military orders surrounding him.
I just looked down indifferently at the military commanders who were shaking and convulsing under their silent scales.
Kroken’s bright yellow eyes, which had been looking around indifferently, suddenly became distorted with irritation.
“I can’t believe they’re still calling this a night trip…” The
crocodile giant raised his hand with thousands of military spirits that were biting and clawing at him hanging all over his body.
“I want to kill them all.”
Woooo!!
I catch the swirling military orders with my bare hands.
An unbelievable miracle where non-existent military orders come together and control the ‘flow’ itself, driven by one resentment.
However, with that alone, the military orders surrounding Croken were unable to even touch it and were thrown away in all directions.
[Kieeeek!!]
[Woah, my soul…soul…!!!]
Kugwagwagwa!!
Following Croken’s two hands, tens of thousands of military orders are dragged helplessly as if they were grabbed by their hair.
An unrealistic scene where even the military commanders themselves are unable to control the flow and speed, swinging around and screaming.
In the aftermath, the memorial tower shattered on all sides as if struck by a club, and fragments were scattered everywhere.
[This can’t be happening, how can you do it with bare hands…!!] At the moment,
even the heroic spirits were astonished and let out a scream at the force with which he took control of the entire flow of the military spirits subordinated to the tower.
The veins on Croken’s temples, as he slowly wielded thousands of military commands, bristled slightly.
His two hands collided with each other at a speed I couldn’t even see.
Haha!!!
A light movement as if clapping with both hands.
However, thousands of military orders caught up in the movement follow the movement and crush each other’s existence on both sides.
The space at the collision point was twisted as if it were being torn apart, and a crack that was not of this world was slightly revealed.
Kwaaaaaaaaaa!!!
A dazzling light surged through the crack and wiped out the waves of military spirit.
The light of intent erupted diagonally and exploded upon impacting the outer wall of the tower. It suddenly penetrated the wall of the memorial tower and spread into the skies of Yorta.
[Aaaaa!!]
[Kiyaagaggak!!]
[Soul, soul…!!]
Countless military spirits caught up in the storm of thoughts helplessly fall from Kroken’s new form and disappear outside the tower.
The military orders that were supposed to be subordinate to the memorial tower were forcibly separated from the tower and disappeared on the spot.
Letting out agonizing screams and screams, it turned into a hazy mist and dispersed across the dark cloudy sky.
Kuoooo!!!
[Stop it!! Stop that beast and kick it out of the tower!!]
[Move now!! [Celestial spirits, step forward!!]
The heroic spirits shouted and somehow, in order to stop Kroken, they infused power into the military spirits and
built a complete hierarchy, and the heavenly spirits raced toward Kroken in unison.
Unlike the military commanders who have no intelligence, these military commanders know perfectly well how powerful the monster in front of them is and how strong their body is.
An older man standing in the lead, clutching a double-edged axe, looked at Kroken with a stern expression and said.
“It’s a marvelous feat to be able to achieve such inaction even after being layered with a curse equivalent to a phase seal.”
“….”
“I have seen countless strong people since I participated in the night tour, but this is truly the first time I have seen strength like yours.”
The warrior in charge of the vanguard slowly took his stance and nodded.
“If I could do my best against you here, I would have no more regrets. Come!!”
“regret?”
Sigh!!
Before the words were even finished, Kroken’s shoulder twitched loudly and the warrior’s upper body exploded as if bursting open.
Pfft!!
The two other military commanders standing behind were crushed under the pressure as well.
Kroken’s pupils flashed as he dispersed the disappearing spirit body with its tail, emitting a hazy mist.
“If you wanted to discuss inaction with me, you should have withstood the attack just now.”
“Huh huh…!!”
Damn it!!
Before he could even react, he grabbed the other Heavenly Demons and swung them in a semicircle and threw them away.
The spirit body of the heavenly ghost that collided was distorted and disappeared on the spot.
In the aftermath, a shock wave was emitted and the inner walls and hallway stairs of the memorial tower collapsed.
Coo coo coo!!!
“Stop talking about the power of Mangwi Night Travel and just show it.”
Croken let out a vicious laugh as the fragments of the tower were mercilessly crushed and falling.
“That doesn’t change the fact that this tower will collapse today.”
“…The opponent is a mercenary who left his name in the history of the continent.”
Grinding their teeth, the military orders slowly narrowed the distance, glaring at Kroken.
“Move at the risk of death!”
“Haaaaa!!”
Faaah!!
Even when they become military leaders, superhumans who retain their previous status in life begin their martial arts and techniques with all their might.
Ghosts who were acknowledged for their subservience in return for participating in the Mangwi Night Journey and were challenged to ascend to heaven with the tower.
Warriors and magicians who existed as superhumans even after losing their bodies fiercely attacked Kroken with their thoughts.
Doo doo doo doo!!!!
The brilliance of military command techniques pouring down like rain towards a crocodile giant.
Hundreds of blades spun around, cutting away the blank space and tearing at Kroken’s massive body.
“Khahahaha!!!”
Croken caught the falling slash with his whole body and exploded with light, causing the air to shake from the impact.
The moment when a hand covered in scales leaps out from the impact site, where the blade and the technique are so distorted that they cannot even be seen, and grabs the air.
Grrr!!
Following his touch, the space was distorted as if folding, crushing all the military orders that were attacking him from all directions.
Kwaaaa!!
“Kaaak…!!”
The mind of the person with physical abilities moved the image and turned it into a microcosm, and the military magicians drew colorless ripples.
However, Kroken began tearing apart all the attacks based on imagery one by one with his bare hands.
He grabbed the vaguely flickering blade and crumpled it into the swordsman’s chest, then grabbed the missed bombardment technique and threw it back at the swordsman’s head.
It kicks away the waves of the area that unfold and envelop from all directions, shattering them into pieces.
The secret meaning of an image that materializes the mind of the practitioner.
By completing the hierarchy, he grabbed the season of the superman that he had obtained, like a toy, and crushed and trampled it.
Doo doo doo doo doo!!!
“no…!!”
“Zarian!!”
“Ahhhh!!!”
The moment when Kroken’s heavy body gained strength. The inner and outer walls of the tower explode as if in a momentless movement.
Some people call their colleagues’ names, while others forget the reality in front of them and become buried in pain.
There is no skill, no will, no imagination.
Wearing only the minimum amount of magical power necessary to move the body, it simply crushes the struggles of the military spirit that is charging at it with all its might.
Even though he randomly stretched out his fist and pounded the air, the shock wave pushed through the space and squeezed the military commanders.
The hazy fog rising as the soul disappeared spread out like a haze behind Croken’s back, coloring the cavity of the memorial tower pure white.
bang!! bang!! bang!!!
[Ah ah ah….]
Following the explosions that follow like dominoes, the screams of the military orders overlap in a strange way, like the sound of a song.
Croken’s massive body leapt into the air and landed in front of the remaining monument of the Requiem Pavilion in an instant.
Wow!!!
The impact alone caused a slight crack in the surface of the monument, causing it to shake precariously and Croken sneered.
“I always feel bad cleaning up the debris from failed ascension. “This is something that should have been finished a long time ago.”
At that pitiful reaction, the heroic spirits let out shouts in a daze.
[This can’t be like this…]
[This is not right. It’s impossible no matter who comes….]
[Because the memorial tower is just a monster…]
“This is a message from the leader.”
Tuk.
Crocken said, extending his finger toward the outermost monument.
“They say that now that the imaginary dimension has been balanced, this tower is no longer useful.”
[…What?]
“Up until now, I was restraining myself so as not to mess with the cult, but now it probably doesn’t mean much.”
The Crocodile Giant smiled crookedly as he looked at the heroic spirits who seemed speechless.
“So all you have to do is destroy it.”
[Nonsense.]
[It’s become useless, so who can decide what to do…!!]
[Who dares decide that?]
“Me.”
Kwasik!!
The moment Kroken’s fingers dug into the inside of the tombstone, an intangible wave rotated around Kroken’s forearm.
All the monuments containing the spirit of the requiem were completely shattered on the spot.
Kwaaaaaaaaaa!!!
All nine monuments were destroyed, and the shaking of the tower became more intense.
The shape of the memorial tower is shaking as if it will collapse at any moment, as if the memorial stone of the requiem pavilion has been acting as a wedge to maintain the balance of the tower.
The heroic spirits liberated from the monument realized this and screamed like crazy.
[Aaaaa!!]
[Kroken Asiliusuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu of!!!]
[I won’t forget. I will put my spirit on the line and curse your name forever!!]
The curse of heroic spirits who are not even afraid of eternal death and spew out maddening hatred.
However, instead of responding or laughing at those words, Kroken looked at them in silence and then immediately turned towards Lennok.
The crocodile giant, who was looking down at Lennok, who was lying covered in blood, grinned.
“There is still some time left before the tower is completely destroyed.”
“…hour?”
There is time left.
Does this mean that there is a specific timeline in which the memorial tower must be torn down?
While Lennok was lost in thought, clutching his stomach, Kroken raised his hand.
The moment I lightly flicked my finger, the vibration erupted and instantly swelled the crack in the ceiling of the memorial tower.
Wow!!!
The brilliance of the Holy Spirit-type magical power that had fallen like rain fell on the spot like a waterfall.
[Aaaah!!!]
Archangel’s sanctuary with rain falling on your head. Kashuin’s scream rings out late.
The image of an archangel landing on Lennok’s head, flashing cracked skin.
Its very existence becomes a space to build a sanctuary and has the power to extinguish the spiritual energy and demonic energy of the entire area.
[Where are you, a wizard!!!]
Kashuin screamed as his pale wings spread wide, turning the surroundings pure white.
[Where is my God!!]
“I touched its magical power earlier, and although it was weak, it had healing abilities.”
While Lennok was unable to respond and was looking at Kashuin helplessly, Kroken laughed viciously.
“Then it will make your trashy body move around a little bit.”
“….”
As expected, Kroken knows.
Whose face is hidden behind this obsidian mask?
Also, what did Lennok encounter and what meaning did he gain from the Beyond, and how did he escape and end up here?
Contrary to the endless malefic, this is evidence that his judgment and intuition have also reached a considerable level.
What I knew but didn’t show. Also, I didn’t necessarily show any interest.
I guess it was because I thought that I would be able to face it like this whenever the time came.
“There was one thing I couldn’t finish because of an unexpected interruption.”
Kroken raised his head with his arms crossed.
The reptilian eyes shining above the elongated jaw stared intently at Lennok.
“The leader has already made his decision and it seems like it doesn’t matter what happens to the leader, but I am different. Regardless of that talent, no one can know whether you can go all the way.”
Kroken twisted his mouth.
“So I need to check on you before it completely breaks down.”
“….”
“Take out the magnetic field.”
A confidence that feels arrogant. A reckless expectation that the moment you expect will always be there.
A groundless belief that the insignificant wizard who was saved at that time would eventually survive and reach this point.
But even that seems like a suit that suits this monster standing in front of me perfectly.
“…okay. “Let’s do that.”
Thinking so, Lennok slowly raised himself up with one hand on the ground.
“But it won’t be just me who has to show.”
Kuoooo!!
The sanctuary emitted by the rampaging Archangel rotates around Lennok and penetrates his body.
Instead of filtering it out through targeted resistance, I caught the thoughts that were seeping into my body.
The sacred power of an archangel serving a failed god who would never have permitted it originally.
However, now that he has acquired the authority of a priest with the help of a priestess, he can heal Lennok’s body as he wishes, even if only for a short time.
Damn it…!!
How many times will this be the first time that a broken and collapsed body has been raised after countless battles?
But either way, this had to be the last time.
Lightly shake the bloody wrist and open the wound.
Through Lennok’s blood, a double spiral surges from the wrist, emitting golden brilliance.
Faaah!!
On the spot, it turned into a dazzling golden magic circle and wrapped around my wrist.
Ouroboros magic system.
Lennok’s unique permanent organ that analyzes and dismantles all existing laws and techniques.
Staggering with the archangel of the old world at the forefront, with Ouroboros’ sword in hand.
In the middle of the sanctuary, Lennok, buried in pure white light, slowly raised his magic power.
“I plan to uncover your identity and your microcosm. What is the source of that transcendent power?”
