EP.144 The enemy meets at the single-wood bridge (2)
Draka has been swinging a sword for a long time.
He fought numerous enemies. He saw many powerful enemies. He looked and looked. For decades, Draka has endured with only one sword in hand.
‘I spent most of my life with a sword.’
A good prosecutor is completed through practical experience. In that sense, Draka was already a completed swordsman.
A perfected swordsman, a swordsman.
And, the sword master never forgets.
An opponent who has clashed swords with oneself at least once.
“······.”
Keying.
The sword body trembles slightly.
Draka lifted his head, pressing the trembling blade with his fingers. A girl is standing in front of her. Looking at her, Draka opened her mouth.
“If you think about it, it’s strange.”
He narrowed his eyes.
“I thought there was a lot of overlap. “I thought there were more than one suspicious thing, but…”
Draka flicked the blade with his fingers.
Jiing, the blade vibrates.
“This doesn’t make any sense.”
Yes, that makes no sense.
“Not only was it not enough to block one blow, but it also responded to the next blow. “Isn’t that a bit strange?”
“······.”
“A sword swung by a superhuman with the intention of killing, how many people would be able to react and avoid it? Moreover, if we limit it to wizards… there is only one.”
The moment he swung his sword, Draka was convinced.
‘It’s definitely a sword that would have cut off someone’s head.’
It is a strike aimed at an unseen place.
It was a perfect surprise attack aimed at the moment the opponent was off guard.
‘However, the opponent avoided it.’
As if dodging wasn’t enough, he even counterattacked.
At that moment, the movements that the girl showed were replayed before Draka’s eyes. Remembering that image, Draka becomes confident once again.
‘same.’
Breathing, momentary movement, choice of spell.
And, even the smallest habits.
It was a choice that was no different from the ‘grey wizard’ he knew. Battle habits are not easily changed.
“Isn’t that so?”
Therefore, Draka is confident.
The girl in front of me is a gray mage.
“Ashen.”
The girl is still expressionless. It was neither negative nor positive… but in Draka’s opinion, it was positive.
‘It was strange from the beginning.’
Draka, who was climbing the snowy mountain, saw the girl. The girl climbed the mountain without any problems. And then, she moved her steps into the snowstorm that enveloped the peak of the mountain that Draka could not climb.
I had doubts even before swinging the sword.
Doubt has simply been replaced by certainty.
‘How did it end up like that?’
Draka doesn’t know.
Draka is ignorant of magic. Although he knows hundreds of ways to deal with wizards, he has not explored the study of magic.
Because he doesn’t know, he trusts his intuition.
“It turned out to be pretty funny.”
Sighing, Draka twists the corner of his mouth.
“Is this the only thing the famous wise man does after retirement? “It seems like there isn’t much to do.”
“You who say that, I guess you climbed up this snowy mountain because you had something really important to do?”
“Well, I might have felt suspicious of you and followed you.”
Raniel narrowed his eyes.
“No, that can’t be possible. Because you’re the kind of person who can’t afford to waste time. “You must have come here because there is something, a purpose.”
We clashed several times.
Therefore, we all know each other well.
“Do you know what’s here?”
“···Know.”
“No, you don’t know.”
Raniel said firmly.
“You don’t know. There’s no way you would know. I just got a vague idea. “There must be something here.”
“…It sure seems like you know.”
She touched her chin and opened her mouth.
“Shall we guess?”
Slowly, very slowly she raises her hand.
The raised finger points towards Draka’s nape. More precisely, with a piece of the saint’s bone that he hung around his neck.
“Relics and relics resonate with each other. Everything related to stars is like that. Because the holy swords resonate with each other. “Then, what were you trying to find with that piece of bone?”
There was no need to worry.
“The remains of the first saint.”
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She said.
“The legend that followed is the event of a miracle.”
Her eyes narrowed a little more.
“What are we going to do to find it?”
She looks at Draka and smiles.
It is the smile of someone who has found the answer. The half-opened blue eyes look piercingly at Draka.
“Why haven’t you let go of your regrets yet?”
At that one word, Draka bursts into laughter.
Everything was revealed. Draka muttered, wiping the area around his eyes with one hand.
“···It’s you again.”
Also, he is a gray wizard.
What kind of person is the girl in front of me, the gray wizard? He is a person who has blocked his path several times. He is a person who has repeatedly become a variable in Draka’s plans.
Kuuk.
Draka grabs the saint’s bone hanging around his neck.
The bone tilted towards the girl vibrates. Stronger than ever. That means only one thing.
“The remains of the first saint.”
Draka pointed his finger at Raniel.
“I guess you have it.”
“What are you asking when you already know?”
“Hand it to me.”
“Do you think I’ll give it to you?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
The wind blows.
The hem of Draka’s clothes sways in the snowy wind. Raniel’s gray hair flutters in the wind.
“It’s funny when you think about it.”
There is no need to say who comes first.
The two took a step at the same time and approached each other.
“You don’t understand my ways.”
“Who understands such crazy methods?”
“Yeah, I didn’t understand you either.”
If you think about it, yes.
Draka couldn’t understand Raniel’s methods. Raniel always took the long way back to find an easier and more efficient path. Draka didn’t understand it.
The same goes for Raniel.
She didn’t always understand Draka. In Raniel’s eyes, the Sword Demon who sacrificed and consumed everything to achieve his goal was no different from the Demon Lord.
They don’t understand each other.
We know that we cannot understand each other.
That’s why humans are in conflict.
chin.
One step closer again.
“···I had many opportunities to kill him.”
“Are you the only one who did that?”
Everyone approaches each other.
Gray mana blooms over Raniel’s body. The tip of the Sword Demon’s sword is covered with sword energy. Even in a driving snowstorm, their breathing is undisturbed.
Chin, and take another step.
When the distance between us fell to ten steps, Raniel opened his mouth.
“What a nice place.”
The gray wizard pulls down his gloves.
“It seems like we have similar thoughts.”
The Sword Demon adjusts his sword and holds it.
They look at each other through the driving snow and wind. When I look around, all I see is pure white snow. There are no witnesses, and it is a place where no one can visit.
“Even if you bury a single person, it won’t be noticeable.”
The distance of ten steps narrows in an instant.
The spell emits light.
The tip of the sword cuts a straight line through the snowstorm.
Throw in!
Beyond the rushing snow, they look at each other. Blue eyes and red bloodshot eyes reflect each other’s colors.
“I’ll kill you, Ash.”
Swords and spells collide.
It was only for a moment, but the snowstorm cleared.
2.
“We’re almost there. “Get ready, master.”
“Well, I understand.”
“I will check first.”
With a thud, Oyakal kicks the ground and jumps up. He climbs up the tree with agile movements and narrows his eyes. Your field of vision expands instantly.
“check.”
He is not called the eagle eye for nothing.
With eyesight close to that of a superhuman, Oyakal saw the sight of the Holy Knights wandering around the village. They are heading somewhere via the village.
“The number that can be seen right now is around thirty. However, looking at the direction it is heading, there is a high possibility that there are more.”
The warriors stop for a moment at Oyakal’s words.
They exhale briefly and look at Oyakal.
“Split the workforce. “The three of you head towards the village.”
Oyakal makes the decision.
There are a total of eight thirteen warriors who arrived here. It was necessary to divide the manpower and move it.
“The remaining five are going to their base.”
It is not visible because it is obscured by the mountain range.
However, Oyakal could not erase the ominous feeling. He turned his gaze slightly and looked at Lark.
“Then which way are you going…?”
“Oyakal.”
Rak interrupted Oyakal.
The voice was quite urgent.
“It’s not that place.”
Lark’s eyes were trembling.
“Everyone must go there.”
The direction he pointed was the opposite direction to where the paladins were heading. Lark’s eyes were bloodshot as he looked there. Lark’s intuition rings an alarm.
“···Over there.”
Lark said.
“What’s over there shouldn’t be allowed to be completed.”
Something that shouldn’t exist.
Going against something that should not be opposed.
It was nearing completion.
3.
The fight between superhumans and superhumans, or their equivalents, is not decided by simple power. Victory and defeat are determined by the skills they have accumulated.
In the past, Kuntel and Draka had a duel once. It was Kuntel who secured the victory.
“I did win.”
But, Kuntel said.
“If this is not a duel, but a fight where we try to kill each other… I’m not sure of victory.”
Kuntel’s sword and Draka’s sword are different.
Draka’s sword is a sword solely for killing. Movements for protecting and blocking do not exist on his sword.
“Even if you win, you won’t be able to win with both arms.”
Kuntel concluded thus.
Draka was such a person.
Even if he loses, he is a person who will not give his opponent a complete victory at any cost.
“So, he must be a sword demon.”
* * *
Kaaaaang!
Spells and blades collide.
However, what rings is the sound of metal. The clanging, clanging sounds of metal ring out one after another. The footsteps of two people appear dizzyingly on the pure white snow field.
Whoops, a snowstorm is blowing.
Kaaang, the sound of metal rings loudly.
Draka, who was pushed back a step, swung his sword downwards. Her snow flakes on the floor bounce up and down. Snow flurries mixed with the driving blizzard obscure Raniel’s vision.
Wow!
Cutting through the blizzard, Draka’s sword aims for Raniel. Draka’s sword is rough. It’s different from Kuntel’s sword that cuts everything smoothly. It is a sword that tears and cuts.
Wow!
A blizzard cuts at the tip of a sword.
A pure white nape can be seen between the snowflakes cracking and cracking. This is the moment when the blade is about to penetrate the skin.
Smite.
The spell emits light.
Kaang! The sword leaps upward. Raniel’s appearance is revealed through the cleared snowstorm. Draka wasn’t the only one taking advantage of the obstructed view.
Cooung.
She hits the bottom.
Raniel swung his fist through the clearing snowstorm. The spell stocked in his clenched fist emits light.
Smash.
The ground turns over. Snow piled up on the floor rises into the air. The intangible shock wave strikes Draka, destroying everything it touches.
“······”
Draka’s eyes are calm in the face of the shock wave. He does not force himself to hold on to a flying knife. Because there was no need for that.
Bingle.
With the sword thrown out, Draka twists his body in the air. Draka is a sword master. A sword master is someone who can always show off the ‘perfect sword’ in any situation or environment.
Kiiiiing!
The tip of the knife vibrates noisily.
The suppressed sword energy awaits the moment of liberation.
Suddenly.
Draka swings his sword in the air.
The swing is made once, but the result of the swing is not just once.
Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssww!
The sword energy spread out like a net cuts through an intangible shock wave. The sword energy that tore apart the spell attacks Raniel. Raniel rolled on the floor with a thud.
Wow!
Strike the sword with your bare fist.
Simply smash the sword energy with a fist filled with mana. Draka was so dumbfounded that she almost burst out laughing.
‘That’s damn true.’
Draka frowns.
I’ve felt it before, but it doesn’t feel like I’m dealing with a wizard. It feels like dealing with a sword master holding dozens of swords, each with a different shape.
‘I can’t predict which move to use.’
To begin with, all wizards are annoying.
The only weakness is that it makes you powerless… but even that is not a weakness against that damn gray person.
Took!
A hand passes right next to the head.
I was able to avoid it because I turned my head reflexively. Draka swings his sword and widens the distance.
‘···What wizard in the world can fight hand-to-hand with a sword superman?’
Even overwhelmed.
Overwhelmed in physical ability. Even though we are fighting an even fight with technology, it is impossible to win.
‘···No, it’s not impossible.’
If you think about the next time, you should save it.
Simply killing the gray light in front of you is not the end. You must snatch the saint’s remains and head to the altar.
‘That’s not all. At the altar, I must be prepared to clash with the church again.’
That’s why you need to save up your strength.
In the end, Draka makes a choice.
“Whoa.”
Draka lets out a short breath.
With a lighter body, he runs across the snow field. Raniel chases after him. Raniel snaps his fingers.
Sigh!
A chain is ejected in the air.
Dozens of flashes of light are aimed at Draka.
Orders pour in from all directions. Faced with an onslaught of spells, Draka slips and lands on the snow field.
‘Nangeon (亂劍).’
He holds the knife at an angle.
Swing twice, from bottom to top and top to bottom.
Sigh!
The sword energy bursting from the tip of the sword scratches the snowy mountain like a whip. There are sword marks everywhere. Rip the spell, break her chains.
‘First meal.’
The tip of the knife vibrates.
This is the moment when you are about to swing the vibrating knife.
Throw in!
She reaches out her hand through the snowstorm.
Before Draka’s sword could complete its path, Raniel caught the blade.
Kiiiiing!
As the sword energy tried to be released from the tip of the sword, Raniel caught it with his bare hands and suppressed it. Her gloves are torn. Blood flows, but Raniel doesn’t care.
Wow.
Holding Draka’s sword with one hand, the other hand clenched into a fist.
Sarah.
Ash flies through the gaps between her clenched fists.
Draka knows Raniel’s fighting methods. What is that ash? It is the symbol of the gray wizard.
‘explosion.’
She shakes her fist while holding the ashes.
Tick, tick, ignited ash is about to explode at any moment. However, a smile spreads across Draka’s face as he sees this.
‘From the beginning, we aimed for that.’
Draka twists the knife away.
He turned around and brought the knife down. Ash, which was heading towards Draka, is caught in the sword energy and buried in the snow. Not everything. Some remain and reach Draka’s body.
Quaaaaaaaaaaa!
“Sigh!”
However, its power is not something to be trifled with.
Draka’s arm is torn off. The finger holding the sword snaps and breaks. The skin gets tanned.
Bababababaak!
Soon, the ash on the floor explodes.
The whole area is shaken. An enormous shock hits the snowy mountain. The snow mountain is shaking. Due to the vibration, Draka and Raniel’s posture was disturbed at the same time.
When the rising snowstorm subsided.
Raniel looks at Draka with narrowed eyes.
“···you.”
She looked at Draka’s hand.
The tattered and limp arm is holding something.
“Ashen, do you know that?”
A smile spreads across Draka’s lips.
Draka roamed the battlefield for a long time.
The strongest superhuman was Kuntel, but the superhuman with the most battlefield experience was Draka. For decades, Draka has swung his sword in all kinds of battlefields.
‘The important thing on the battlefield is judgment.’
Judging what is impossible and what is possible.
That is the most important value on the battlefield. And, Draka has always made judgments. I judged my own value more objectively than anyone else.
It’s the same this time too.
Draka makes a decision.
“I don’t fight a battle I can’t win.”
Draka presses firmly on what is in his hand.
At the same time, Quaaaaaaang! The sound of an explosion filled my ears.
Boom, boom!
Explosions sound from all directions.
Something explodes deep beneath the floor. Raniel narrowed his eyes. She knows what Draka pressed. Because she had seen it firsthand.
‘···Ignition device.’
This is a device used by Draka when he lured apostates and destroyed an entire village. An ignition device that simultaneously explodes gunpowder.
Boom, boom!
Draka opens his mouth amid a series of loud sounds.
“It might not have been possible with this alone…”
Draka raised the corner of his mouth.
“I guess it’s enough because you just shook me up enough.”
He throws the ignition somewhere. Draka smiled as he stepped on the device embedded in the snowy mountain.
“Ashen, you must have quite a bit of battlefield experience.”
But, says Draka.
“Have you ever fought in an avalanche?”
“···under.”
“If there isn’t one.”
Quagga, quagga, quagga, quagga!
Pure white waves cover the sun. Amid the oncoming avalanche, Draka twisted the corner of his mouth.
“Now, it would be a good idea to experience it.”
Regardless of means or methods.
I write whatever I can.
That was Draka’s way.
