Chapter 839 Chapter
209. The Seventh Tomb of Temar – The Paintings of Keitam (12)
Temar and Murakan a thousand years ago.
The place where they were standing was the storm castle. Not the storm castle in the painting that was completely destroyed in the battle with the fake, but the storm castle of a thousand years ago that still towers over the top of Murakan Mountain.
Jin and the teenage knights surveyed the new landscape with their eyes wide open, and Murakan looked away while clutching his chest.
“No… this isn’t it. yeah i couldn’t have done that This Murakan couldn’t have tried to kill the knights, Temar, and you.”
Jin was worried that Murakan’s mind seemed to be collapsing. He kept repeating what he had just said.
‘It feels like I can suddenly explode at any time. Murakan’s aura is getting more unstable than before.’
Soon, an aura spear formed behind Murakan’s back. The spear was shot straight into the scenery of a thousand years ago, but the scenery was not affected at all.
As observers, the party now can only observe the scenery of a thousand years ago, but cannot exercise any influence.
The words, ‘It was all done by you’ that I just heard, were not to the real Murakan, but to Murakan in the landscape.
In the scenery, Murakan was clenching his teeth without answering Temar.
“Stop Murakan.”
It was Dranax. He looked back and forth between Murakan and Murakan Temar from a thousand years ago with serious eyes.
“We are only guardians, but at least our souls will be the same as the real us from a thousand years ago. So the three of us deserve it. You deserve to know what happened then. It doesn’t seem like you can break the scenery anyway, so calm down and stay still.”
“Yes, Murakan. We will disappear soon, but before that, I really want to see it with my own two eyes. A history we do not know.”
Frey, too, struggled through the pain and kept his eyes on the scenery. The teenage knights were determined to refuse extinction at all costs until the truth was confirmed.
“This…it’s all a ruse. Witch or someone else… Yes Rokia. They said Rokia betrayed us. It’s their ruse. They’re trying to frame me! How could I possibly kill you? Can you try to harm Temar and slaughter innocent people like that?”
Any amount of painful memories can drive a person crazy.
Murakan was being consumed by the irresistible flood of old memories.
However, Jin decided not to say anything more to Murakan. Because I had said everything I had to say to him.
Whatever the truth is, let’s handle it together with ourselves and our colleagues.
Jin and the teenage knights fixed their eyes on the scenery with the crouching Murakan behind.
“At first, when I heard that you were trying to kill your comrades, I didn’t believe it. It was Rokia who even said that, and you know I was suspicious of Rokia.”
“Themar.”
“However, Rokia did not betray. He was just constantly contacting the witch to find a way to solve my demonization. But I never thought you would stick a knife in our backs like this… You and Solderlet.”
“Stop it, Temar. I didn’t kill you for a millennial contractor or solderlet. Do you really not know?”
“Ah, so are you still trying to tell me I’m crazy? Just like the day you came to kill me with my brother and Padler at the Black Sea Tower. After that day, I completely regained my senses. I clearly remember the many truths I saw through the witch while I was crazy. Maybe that’s why Solderlet wants to deal with me.”
“…I don’t think I need more words. Temar I won’t say I’m sorry. For me, this is the best.”
“A thousand years. We must have been destined to be used and discarded like consumables for the future of a thousand years later that Solderlet chose. The guy who will be the contractor at that time will never know this dark truth. As of today, the ugly atrocities of you and your god are over. don’t let me stop If you can’t stop.”
Whoa…!
When Temar drew his sword, the inside of the storm castle that surrounded them suddenly turned black. The aura he emitted was forming an infinitely huge sub-space.
Temar’s single sword split the human-shaped Murakan vertically and scattered into auras. Soon, the aura flew to a place far away and formed a new true form of Murakan.
In the ensuing separation, the subspace split for a moment, revealing the outside scenery. It was a point in the Murakan Mountains far away from Storm Castle. In an instant, the cracked space was filled with aura again.
‘It is a sword similar to the fake Dark Coming. Temar and Murakan continued to fight in sub-space like this… did the Murakan Mountains disappear?’
The fight against the fakes just now was nothing compared to their battle. Both Temar and Murakan carried an unmistakable spear force into every blow.
Mountain ranges were cut off piece by piece in a single sword strike, and empty cities with no one left disappeared in a single breath. It seemed that two gods who could control the world as they wished, rather than a human and a dragon, were in conflict.
Murakan was still crouching and muttering something incomprehensible. The teenage knights managed to suppress their feelings of becoming confused at the sight of two people fighting in the landscape. The scenery they were seeing now was no different from when the fake Murakan attacked Temar.
“I had a conversation like that. It seems that Murakan really attacked the household. As we know here…”
“I won’t judge anything until I see it through to the end. Jin and Murakan came to help us. It removed the fake Muracan we believed to be real and allowed us to see the truth.”
“that’s right.”
“Even after watching it to the end, I wonder if Frey will deliver the unfinished confession to that crumpled guy over there. Confessions of love shouldn’t turn into curses and curses.”
“You’re talking nonsense again… Violo. If I had been in good shape, I would have hit him once…”
“Prey blood keeps flowing. No matter how close we are to extinction, the end should be at least a little comfortable. save your words Ignore the Violo bullshit.”
Naturally, Jin already knew the winner of this battle.
Murakan would eventually be defeated by Temar and fall into a long, thousand-year slumber.
Already in the landscape, Temar and Murakan exchanged over a hundred workshops. Every time the subspace was torn apart, the outside was all destroyed mountain ranges and cities, as well as strangely torn dark clouds and storms.
It was mostly Temar trying to attack and Murakan focusing on defense. Murakan was confident that he could win if the battle lasted longer.
It was because Temar was bound to get tired eventually, while Murakan never got tired. As long as his heart is intact, his strength will remain the same indefinitely.
“You keep trying to move the battlefield outside of the mountains… You wouldn’t mind if everyone got caught up in our fight and died.”
“…No one lives near my mountains anymore.”
“There are no people near the mountains that run through the whole of Hugh Fester… Are you proud? To trample on those who worshiped you so mercilessly. Do you mind turning their home into ashes and not wanting your house destroyed?”
Unlike the real Murakan who struggled in pain, Temar’s malicious words did not seem to affect the Murakan of a thousand years ago.
Murakan only used all his senses to kill Temar. Like the fake Murakan, it started awakening, formed a pair of wings, and constantly emitted aura with its enlarged horns.
The Murakan Mountains leading to the middle and upper Mittel have now completely disappeared leaving only traces. Landslides and earthquakes spread throughout Mittel, and the destruction showed no signs of stopping.
Like their broken relationship, it was irreversibly breaking down.
Observers were not sure how much time passed during the fight. Because the point of view was changing from time to time.
However, every time it changed, the only thing that appeared was the image of the two fighting in the subspace of the spiritual sword that Temar had spread.
Observers could only perceive the change in perspective by seeing the wounds on Temar’s body that were not present and the external scenery gradually changing when the subspace was torn apart.
There was no sign of hurt or exhaustion from Murakan.
[A further fight is pointless, Temar. Everything that is now being broken in the fight is what we were trying to protect. It is the land of Runcandel, and it is where the people protected by Runkandel live.
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[I just want to say that we have to leave this land for the future, even a little more people who live on this land. If you still have love for your family and this land in you. Stop and accept death.]
“The future… it doesn’t matter anyway. We’ve already lost our present because of you and Solderlet. And as long as you and Solderlet exist, Runkandel will never be free. You will be used forever by Solderlet.”
[Our enemy is the Zipple, not the Solderlet…]
“That was until he showed his true colors. Now, you guys are more disgusting and repulsive than Zipple. Me and my colleagues, who gave everything to you, are laughing at me, driving me crazy.”
I don’t agree with Murakan’s opinion to stop meaningless fighting and accept death.
Anyway, from Temar’s point of view, there was no reason to drag out the fight any longer. I had to see the match before my stamina fell further.
And Temar kept preparing a sword for the time to make a decision.
Even if the enemy is stronger than you, if you have the will, you can overcome the gap and cut down the opponent.
Spirit Sword Type 1 Soul Slash.
Temar’s blackened sword, Barisada, was aimed at Murakan.
“When you pay for your sins, Murakan. suffer Remembering those you killed…”
Temar swung his sword with a wicked smile.
