Episode 989 Empress (1)
Gooooo…
Shadows fell over the battlefield that had long devoured the blood and corpses of humans and beastmen. No rain fell. The eye of the gray storm glared at the ground.
A broken spear and arrow, whose owner is unknown, are embedded in the mud. Several undead with melted flesh wander aimlessly.
The flags of the Kingdom of Ronia and the Lower Beastmen tribe, stained with mud and dirty from the counterclockwise rotating air currents, fluttered.
That’s a quick reaction.
From the cold hilltop, Verden cast his gaze toward the approaching presence. The woman he had recognized in Rateon’s memories was walking leisurely toward him.Blood-stained violence surged from her crimson eyes.
The disputed zone formed where the borders of the Kingdom of Ronia and the Lower Beastmen Tribe meet, to the north of it.
The two people looked at each other across the desolate land.
A sky that is neither bright nor particularly dark, earth reduced to a pulp, the scent of soil and blood, a chilling wind. The world looks only at my appearance and imagines a lavish ball, but in fact, this is the scenery I like.
A woman clad in a dark red uniform stolen from the treasury of Royal Ronia savored the damp air.[Ceremonial Robe of Joy].It is an artifact with the sole function of arbitrarily altering and fixing its appearance. The properly fitted uniform revealed her flawless figure.
“Your presence is so different from before that I didn’t recognize you, Verden. I heard you lost consciousness after that day; has there been any significant progress?”“Your name is.”“Hithril del Roharun.”
Hisril clutched the front of his shirt with a confident smile.
She is the Empress of Delharun.
With the appearance of a transcendent being active three centuries ago, Verden understood how the situation here had unfolded overall.He recalled that Draven had used the abilities of the souls of the ancient transcendent beings.
“Opening the Gates of Death in exchange for the glory of the corpse in exchange for resurrection—so that was the promise you spoke of.”“It seems your loyal subordinates reported well. That is right, it was a deal and a promise made with Draben Lemark. And so, I was resurrected through the inherent power of the Old King.”
Hisril swept his reddish-white hair behind his ears.
“They are giving me another chance to achieve my ideals; what transcendent being would refuse?”
It is a motive that any transcendent being could understand.There is no trace of guilt.Innocent lives were not included in her path forward. Indifference devoid of good and evil. Ideologically, that was the only difference between Verden and Hisril.
“How many people are there like you?”“Well, I wonder how many. Do you want me to answer obediently?”“I will change the question.”
Verden lowered his gaze slightly.
“Where is the owner of that sword?”
From the moment Hisril appeared, Verden focused his attention on the light sword [Silendar] she wielded. His emotions stirred slightly.
“Ah, this? Just looking at it, it seems like it was crafted by a dwarf. I’ve never owned a weapon like this before. A sword made of dragon bone.”“I asked where Adrian was.”“You know without me having to say it.”
Hythril stroked the light sword.
“I was curious, so I dug through the history books and found that I was recorded there. The culprit behind the conflict between races. The slayer of the Beast King. The cruel Blood Empress. Described as a transcendent being obsessed with slaughter. Well, not entirely wrong.”“…….”“Anyway, it was a truly pleasing scream to hear.”
She showed her cruelty.
“Adrian and Gareth. It was a spectacle to watch them thrash about every time I tore off their flesh and fed it to them. The experience of torturing a transcendent being is rare, you know. I could have enjoyed it more if they hadn’t fought until they died first.”
Hisril’s mouth parted to the sides, revealing his sharp fangs.
He died suddenly, so he didn’t leave a will.
The unique insight of a transcendent being does not properly affect another transcendent being. The hierarchy of existence. This is especially true when the levels are similar.Therefore, even Verden, who had risen to the eighth rank, could not distinguish whether Hisril was speaking the truth or deceiving with lies.
But reality is right before our eyes.
I was deprived of my light sword.
That was the only clear truth.
I’ll smash that mouth of yours first.
Centered on Verden, the ground sank in succession, tracing a massive circle. The storm, which had been progressing slowly, began to rage violently.Dark red lightning flashed irregularly from the sky covered in gray clouds.
Hisril laughing fiercely.
It is coming.
Their eyes met in the split second he was drawing the sacred sword of the Kingdom of Ronia. She flinched at the magic circle that appeared in the right wall.
Kwaaaaaaaang───!
A ruthless repulsion erupted.
* * *
Unpleasant mud shot up into the air and splattered in all directions. Her gaze sharpened as she was sent flying hundreds of meters back.
Spatial properties.
My forearm is throbbing quite a bit.
The right eye manifests magic at the point of gaze, regardless of distance. It seems even harder to react to than when Draven was fighting it.
When she inhabited the super-level magic in a soul form using Animus as a medium, she was able to see the world through the eyes of Drabel Lemarque andobserved everything about what tactics Verden employed, what magical paths he pioneered, and what special magical abilities he possessed.
Verden has become much stronger overall since then, so the value of the information has decreased, but… … it doesn’t matter.
Hisril turned his body in mid-air.
Even if the roots grow, the foundation remains the same.
Whoosh.
She plunged the kingdom’s sacred sword vertically into the mud, slowing her speed. An energy darker than blood surged from her entire body.
She evaded the spatial shockwaves of the Demon Eye in succession with a violent movement of gripping the mud containing the corpses without hesitation, and raised her sword.
Red Blade
The crimson sword energy collided with the spear of destruction that struck from above. Knowing its destructive power, Hisril did not fight to the end.The filthy ground where she stood split open and exploded at the same time.
Even if it’s dangerous, as long as it doesn’t touch, that’s enough.
Hisril wrapped her entire body and sacred sword in a blood-red aura like armor. It was one of her countermeasures against the magic of destruction.
Crackle!
Hyunrae’s thunderous spear strike flashed dazzlingly past right in front of her. Arching back, she performed a graceful somersault and thrust her sword.
From both feet to both feet and one hand, from both feet and one hand to one foot and one hand, from one foot and one hand to both feet, from both feet to both feet and two arms… … .Stepping on the ground, continuously and unpredictably shifts the center of the body.
Hisril did not care in the slightest about getting dirty himself. Like a starving beast, he merely bared his teeth at his opponent.
Season: Wild Waves and Raging Fields
Her sword energy flew in a frenzy as she moved at high speed, as if going berserk. She kicked off another surface before the ground could even sink in and rise up.Red energy spread so thickly that even her blue eyes appeared red.
Kaaang! Kaang! Crunch! Kwagwagwagwa!
Verden, responding by rotating [Interis] with a dark red lightning strike, and Hythril, who had gradually closed the distance, seized the opportunity.
“Close-combat abilities that are completely unbefitting of a transcendent being of the magic world. That was your mistake.”
Close range is Hythril’s domain. Whether in the martial arts or magic realms, he has never once in his life considered the possibility of being pushed back head-on by a transcendent being of ‘equal standing.’ The remnants of energy left behind by the sword energy unleashed in all directions… rose low, and the moment he unleashed a vertical sword strike with full force, the entire area was dyed red.
An explosion of energy struck the battlefield.
I distanced myself slightly.
Heathril stretched out one leg and placed her empty hand on the ground, ready to react to anything. She stared at the center of the explosion.
‘……doesn’t exist?’
The eyes moved quickly.
Teleportation? That should be impossible on the current continent. How?
Dimensional Transfer
Verden briefly pioneered a unique magic in the past that traversed the fourth and third dimensions. Although it is subject to many restrictions and limited to short-distance travel, it is unhindered regardless of how unstable the spatial coordinates are.
Hisril immediately left the place.
Verden, who appeared in her path, lashed out with the edge of his hand.
Lord Arcane: Destruction
Recalling the apocalypse that had inflicted a fatal wound on Draven, she threw down her sacred sword and twisted her body. The skin on her shoulder, hidden by her uniform, was torn.After dodging the direct hit, she grabbed Verden’s arm and climbed right on top of him.
Crunch crunch… …!
She tried to smash the elbow, but it wouldn’t bend beyond a certain point. She let out a hollow laugh as she attempted a joint lock with her whole body.
“Why are you so strong?”
Verden twisted her wrist. Before the pitch-black flames could even fully ignite, she kicked [Ainber] away to avoid being caught.The front of her dress, which was in her grasp, was torn, revealing her upper chest.
‘opportunity.’
The sacred sword embedded in the ground approaches from a distance, drawn by the energy. It aimed for Verden’s rear. Hisril formed sword energy with his empty hands and thrust forward toward his front.The left hand, the right hand, and the sacred sword. A total of three sword energies resonated.
──────!
The sword energy spread out in a circle and sliced through objects on the horizon. The hills split apart. The tattered flag of the Kingdom of Ronia was swept away and severed.
She kicked the ground a few times and retreated to the nearby boundary line.
It’s a lethal move that usually works, so to think it’s just a single wound like that. I lost a bit.
A shallow cut formed on Verden’s left jaw.Compared to Hisril’s bleeding shoulder, it was merely an abrasion.
Still, I gained certainty.
It is not a matter of winning or losing.
Hisril felt almost the same way he did when he first saw Adrian from Verden, to whom his insight did not work.
A bowl that seems to have grown immeasurably large.It should be disgusting, but it is not disgusting at all.
However, Adrian was just cute… and Verden was terrifying. How could something like that exist? That intuition strongly stimulated her.
I think I know why Vantoreon considered Verden to be an ideal being. Well, anyway, shall we go all out now?
Hisril lowered the tip of his sword.
Berden wiped the drop of blood from his chin with his gauntlet.
* * *
Verden rubbed his fingertips to wipe away the bloodstain.
He’s more beast-like than a beast.
If one were to compare tactics, he is the exact opposite of Grand Duke Rivandale. His movements, unconstrained by any form, exist in the realm of unpredictability.He is ever-changing.Just because one is familiar with his style does not mean one can perfectly counter it.
A transcendent being of the martial arts world who has surpassed the limits of transcendence once again, just like the Master.
The Empress of Delharun.
I will accept some bleeding.
Naturally, he had no plans yet to recklessly unleash his divine power on this wide-open battlefield. He didn’t know where eyes might be watching. He had to think ahead.Subduing Hythril with the 8th Rank of pure magic was the best course of action. The destructive instinct that had been born as the price of reaching the 8th Rank had not yet subsided.
widely.
Verden took control of [Interis].
Xuan Lei – Lei Hong
As the Maximized Thunderclap struck, lava erupted from the earth. The air was frosted. Space twisted, distorting vision.His magical power, having covered Hythril’s path with elements using his demonic eye, cast a shadow over the world.
The star of the vanished flower, the star of extinction.
The meteor of extinction fell toward the ground and flashed for a moment. It turned into a shower of hundreds of meteors, leaving behind a dark afterimage.
‘now.’
Verden, having sealed off Hythril with a natural disaster that was practically his trademark, prepared a trump card.
