Episode 86 Suppression
The people hugging the corpses of their dead family members and weeping, and those fighting through it.
The stalls in the market where fruit was sold were stained with blood, and even mercenaries with severed limbs were left unattended here and there.
It was already quite far from the usual Selonia.
The Magic Corps made up of wizards was occupying Selonia.
They were no longer at the rebel level. At this level, it is as if we are watching a war between nations.
However, this does not mean that Seongguk did not resist.
An elite unit set out to recapture the area surrounding the castle, and large-scale troops were rapidly suppressing the rebellion around the castle.
However, the results were not very good.
When we called suppression, it was nothing more than clearing out those in the front yard.
recapture? what is redemption It has already decided to hold out for time and is waiting for reinforcements from neighboring kingdoms.
In Selonia, the screams of the lamentations of the people are resounding.
Iriel murmured as he cut down the knight in front of him wearing armor stained with red blood.
“…Even if I kill or kill, there is no end…”
‘Is the Holy Son safe
? Why the hell does the thought of the saint not leave my head?
Now that I think I might never see you again, my hands are straining for no reason.
Her hand, possessing divine power, which boasts tremendous cutting power, begins to emit a brighter light and cuts through the knights.
The knight who tried to block it with his sword was severed along with the sword.
She was defending Selonia by order of the Pope.
The number of troops given is quite large.
He is taking them with him to block the troops that are flooding into Selonia.
However, there was no sign that the situation would improve even though they were fighting with such a large army.
I don’t know where the end of the replacement troops is, even though I’ve been killing them so far, I can still see the armored troops beyond the horizon.
Moreover, they were not so low in skill. Occasionally, when a sword containing aura came flying, my heart felt cold.
Still, she is a saint. Using the tremendous divine power allowed by the gods, she didn’t show any signs of getting tired even though she cut them down like that.
However, if there is anything that can be said as a problem, it is that other people, unlike themselves, have faced the limits of their physical strength.
“Heo-eok… heo
-eok…” “Heuuuuuuu…”
Paladins gasping for breath and cutting off flying swords without time to rest.
Priests and priests who suffered from depletion of divine power while treating such people.
I couldn’t say it was a very good situation.
They will have a hard time too. It’s because they’ve been fighting all day long without sleeping or resting.
‘If there was a saint at a time like this…’
She shook her head immediately after thinking without knowing it.
It is a battle that is several times more difficult for Saints than themselves.
It is too shameless to ask for the help of a saint already because it is a little difficult.
She gritted her teeth and waved her hand.
The divine power in his hand was scattered, and the aura flew away as a sword.
“Aagh!”
“Buy and save…”
The
range was considerable, so dozens of people died in front of their eyes.
Indeed, it could not have been an enormous cutting power.
He lifted the sword he was wearing in his armor and cut off everything that was blocking him.
There was a moment of silence in him. It was normal for people to refuse such a dog death even though the rebel forces were in the upper hand.
Another sword flew in front of them.
Squeak –
“Cheuk!”
“Aaaagh!”
Like her, Iriel looked back at the tremendous destructive power that could cut through dozens of people at once.
There he could see Zeke and a girl holding the scabbard in her left hand and holding the handle with her right hand.
Iriel smiled at them.
“Feiah… Zeke-nim is here too.”
At her words, Zeke quickly lowered his head.
“Meet the saintess. Please forgive me for not being able to do my due diligence.”
“Don’t worry, saintess, I’m here!”
A girl called Feia said while acting cute.
At that, Zeke frowned and shook his head.
Iriel cuts off the knight in front of him and says.
“It’s fine. More than that, does Zeke not have to follow the saint?”
“…This is the name of the Holy Son.”
“yes?”
Iriel asked with a questioning face.
At that, Zeke said, expressionlessly slaughtering the soldiers in front of him.
“The Holy Son has commanded us to help Iriel-nim here.”
“yes?!”
she said in bewilderment.
“What is that…!”
No, with what kind of confidence did he tell me to help him?
What kind of leisure is this while dealing with the necromancer, one of the worst black magicians of all time!
Ray may not know it, but Zeke is the continent’s youngest sword master.
It would be of great help if he cast magic next to him, but why did he send such a person to himself?
Iriel did not understand. What’s more, I was a little annoyed.
Why did he do such a stupid thing to send the most important high-quality manpower to himself in a battlefield that is harder than he is now?
I was angry, but ironically, I didn’t feel bad.
I felt my heart beating fast.
Unfamiliar emotions keep popping up and I am embarrassed.
I felt a lot of dirty and ugly emotions that I couldn’t experience at my age, so I didn’t feel the emotions that I could easily feel at my age.
Does having a close friend feel like this? I didn’t like it if it felt like this.
The feeling that someone puts you first before your own comfort.
Maybe this is what liking is.
Suddenly, Iriel jumped out in front of me and started cutting down the soldiers.
Her movements became more vigorous.
“fool……!”
He purses his lips and strikes gracefully into the enemy camp.
‘Don’t die! I’ll be there to help soon!’
* * *
Before leaving for the border.
As Ray finished preparing to leave, Zeke, who had been watching from somewhere, approached.
He got down on one knee and said to Ray.
“I will be with you.”
I could feel the determination in the eyes that felt the determination and the moderation in the movements.
I have seen patients with eyes like this among the patients who sometimes enter the surgery room.
The look in the eyes of the one who was prepared for death was like this.
At that, Ray smiled and slapped Zeke on the forehead.
“Where are you following me? You remain in Celonia.”
Even though he is younger than himself, it feels like he treats his older brother strangely.
It was a strange feeling for Zeke, who had no siblings.
Zeke shook his head and said.
“For me, comfort is more important than the Holy Son’s orders.”
“Ah well, even if you are there, you’re just getting in the way?”
“…I can say it with my own mouth, but my strength is not small. I beg you. Please do not refuse.”
Ray let out a sigh at his answer, which felt a firm will.
“Come on, then.”
Standing crookedly, he looked at himself and said.
“yes?”
“You say you don’t have a lot of power? Prove it now.”
“…”
Zeke stood up from his seat. Maybe the saint means to prove one’s determination?
“All right.”
His eyes began to change in an instant. The sunken eyes watched Ray’s posture.
There were countless gaps in the posture of standing crookedly, and the wobbly legs are likely to succeed if they attack as if they were provoking them.
‘Please forgive my rudeness, saint.’
He grabbed the handle of the sword and aimed the back of the sword at Ray’s side for the moment when he exhaled.
In the momentary outstretched trail of the sword, he would fall out of shape.
But the impossible happened.
“Hold.”
The sword hardened just as it drew the trajectory.
‘What magic? How?’
A saint uses mana? how the hell did this happen
And what he used was a high-level mana handling technique.
It was something that could have been done at the level of the head of the academy.
Absolute magic skills for the lower Manache.
You can forcibly gather mana around an opponent to stop their movement.
That means it is possible to stop an opponent’s heart with mana.
But that only works for lower bodies.
No mage from the continent could forcibly stop himself as a sword master.
Even so, his body stiffened just as he extended his sword.
Zeke became a dumb ass when the magic skills he had only read about in books unfolded in front of his eyes.
After becoming a master, I didn’t think I would lose to anyone.
Even sparring with the knight commander was trivial, and yawning came out when he saw the swords wielded by children of his age.
Still couldn’t win.
No, I got stuck before I even tried.
Ray opened his mouth and let the mana flow again.
“Cancel.”
The body, which seemed to be unable to move forever, moved.
The sword that had stopped at him started moving again, and the sword that came out cut Ray as it was.
“Oh, no!”
Even as the sword was extended, Zeke was startled.
I didn’t know that I could move like this all at once.
No matter how cool it was, it would be quite a blow if hit.
Caan-
However, what he feared did not happen.
The sound of metal colliding with metal exploded.
In Ray’s hand was a small scalpel.
The side of the scalpel, which was materialized with mana, bounced off Zeke’s sword.
The resilience transmitted to the hand was considerable.
Grabbing his numb hand, Zeke looked at him.
‘What the hell…’
What is the identity? Even if he became a user at his age, he would be praised as a genius.
Furthermore, if you have skills and are not known to the public, doesn’t that mean you haven’t revealed your magic skills to anyone?
At his age, hiding his powers was easier said than done. At this age, it is natural to want to show off to someone.
Even he himself might have been like that if he hadn’t been brought up with a strict education since he was a child.
However, from what I heard, there was no way that the saint, who was said to have been a commoner, would have received the same systematic education as he did since he was a child.
So, did you know instinctively? That hiding your power would be to your advantage.
It was clear that there was no proper teacher. Magic and swordsmanship raised to this level by self-taught. In addition, a clever mind that can hide its power even after learning such things.
Goosebumps rose behind Zeke’s back.
If this man had tried to kill himself, his life would have been taken in an instant.
If he really followed such a person, he could only be a hindrance.
Ray tapped him on the shoulder as he stood there blankly without saying anything.
“Go to Iriel while I’m gone. Even though I am a fool, I live with my own thoughts.”
Iriel, who is called the best saint of all time among the saints produced in the Holy Land and is praised as the possessor of a devil-like brain for her perfect work, quickly became a fool who only thought of her own way.
Zeke didn’t say anything to him and just nodded blankly.
So, Ray went to the border, and Zeke stayed in Selonia to help Iriel.
