Couldn’t keep anything.
Blood leaked out with every breath, torn muscles screamed, and broken bones pierced organs. I felt physical pain, but it didn’t matter. I can endure that much.
What pains Rak the most is humiliation. It is futility. He feels ashamed that he could not protect anything.
If you look around, it is full of corpses of warriors. On behalf of those whose honor was trampled upon and whose pride was ridiculed, Lark sought revenge. He thought that was all he could do. But, what are the results?
defeated.
I had to experience a crushing defeat.
Bloody tears flowed from the bloodshot eyes. My jaw trembled with my molars clenched tightly. Her broken fingers clutched at her snowpack with a clucking, clucking sound. The boy tasted humiliation for the first time. He had to experience helplessness.
Snapping.
Grinding his teeth, Lark raised his head.
Although it didn’t seem far away anymore, Lark glared at the direction the beast was heading. There is no way he could keep up, obviously. I also know that even if I chased after him, I wouldn’t be able to win.
Quickly.
Lark felt contempt for himself for inadvertently thinking such things and for trying to accept defeat.
···An opponent that cannot be defeated.
A strong enemy that is not up to your level.
This is not the first time I have encountered such a being. I faced the sword demon Draka, and I faced the sword of death, Ganicalt. In addition, Lark faced many powerful enemies. However, in all those situations, she was by Lark’s side.
Raniel van Trias.
On the battlefield with her, Lark never had to taste the humiliation of defeat or experience losing anything. Because it was always Raniel who lost. Because the battlefield designed by her was a ‘suitable’ stage for Lark.
A fight on a designed stage.
A battlefield where nothing had to be lost, whether late or early, thanks to Raniel’s intervention.
Lark now realizes that he has only crossed such stages. Lark was internally satisfied that he was strong, that although he could not stand by Raniel’s side, he was strong enough to protect the people by his side. He was satisfied.
‘It wasn’t.’
It never was.
It wasn’t enough. The peace that lasted for years was maintained by just one person, and in a place without that person, one is infinitely helpless.
Helplessness, humiliation, loss.
Lark clawed at the snow with his broken, crushed fingers. The blood flowing from the cracks of his fingernails soaked the snow. In the meantime.
Lark’s shoulders trembled.
···There was a smell.
Lark smelled the sweet scent of the beast piercing his nose. It was the stench of demonic beasts. The stench made Lark stand up. Looking around, numerous demons were rushing in.
These are demon beasts that followed the king of demon beasts.
They know not to mess with the king’s chosen prey, the larks. Therefore, the demonic beasts moved towards the king’s leftover scraps scattered everywhere. Or, to covet the northern humans beyond Lark.
Yes.
They bit into the corpses of warriors lying on the snowy plains. It sank its teeth and craved the flesh. Lark looked at that figure blankly. Lark felt the reason he was barely holding on to suddenly break.
feel insulted
Brothers whose pride has been trampled upon.
Those who couldn’t close their eyes even in death.
Now mere beasts are insulting.
It was unbearable. It was a sight I could not bear to see. Lark forced his motionless body to move. He reached out his hand for the sword he had let go of.
“————!”
Lark, clutching the great sword with his broken hand, let out a scream and rushed towards the demonic beast. Lark swung his sword randomly, as if he were being swayed by his greatsword rather than swinging it. He cut down the demonic beasts that touched the bodies of his brothers.
There is no end to cutting and cutting.
Finally, several corpses were swallowed by the demonic beasts and disappeared. Lark could only protect a few corpses, and as the number decreased, Lark’s resistance grew stronger. Even Rak didn’t know what value it was to protect the bodies of those who had already died.
It was just difficult to bear.
It was difficult to bear, so I swung my sword.
Unable to do anything about Lark, whose resistance was growing stronger, the demonic beasts passed Lark and headed into the northern part of the country. After feeling relieved that he had saved at least Oyakal’s body, Lark looked in the direction the demon beasts were heading and laughed.
It’s the north.
Heading north.
The moment he saw countless demonic beasts heading towards the northern part, something broke inside Lark. The future that would occur flashed through Lark’s mind.
“Ah, aha.”
A dry, cracked laugh escaped.
Lark stood there blankly, unable to let go of his sword or run in the direction the demon beasts were heading towards.
2.
Only after a long time had passed was Lark able to move. Lark walked, dragging his greatsword. Since he couldn’t run properly with his broken leg, Lark moved by dragging his sword along with one leg.
Ji profit.
After walking and walking for a long time, Lark saw that he had arrived in front of the castle wall, which he would normally have reached in an instant.
“···ah.”
The main gate of the wall that protected the northern part was opened.
Could it be that the demonic beasts who attacked with enormous numbers finally managed to break through the castle gate? Lark looked inside the gate with empty eyes. Acrid smoke was rising.
···please. Please, I hoped not.
Lark continued walking, feeling like he was about to collapse. The majority of the outnumbered warriors, the main force of the North, were killed by the King of Demon Beasts. In order to stop a magical beast of this scale, strong power was needed… but that power did not currently exist in the northern part of the country.
There will still be warriors left.
Will they be able to stop all these magical forces?
Lark knows it is close to impossible. Even if you can stop it, you will have to take a lot of damage. Lark walked along a road full of scratch marks from demonic beasts. Neither the demonic beast nor the corpse was visible.
‘···please.’
I hope it was stopped. I hope it was miraculously prevented.
Hoping for that to happen, Lark walked and walked. How long did it take to walk like that? After walking for a while, Lark arrived at a place filled with the magical scent.
There are blood stains everywhere.
It wasn’t human blood.
It was full of the blue-black blood shed by the demonic beasts.
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The corpses of countless demonic beasts were strewn about, but there were no human corpses among them. Lark slowly, very slowly raised his head.
“······.”
The corpses of demonic beasts piled up like a mountain.
A woman was sitting on it. bloodiness. Tattered hem of clothes. The woman had a piece of tobacco in her mouth, even though she was spitting out a handful of her blood from the corner of her mouth.
Saint, Natida.
She let out a long breath.
“Whoa…”
Smoke rose.
She was burning cigarettes with her legs crossed and looked down inadvertently. She was looking up at her and her gaze met Lark’s.
“···Confucius?”
She stepped on the corpses of the demon beasts and came down. She landed on the ground as if she had jumped and hit her waist with a loud sound.
“Ugh, it hurts.”
Natida, who had thrown away the beginning of the year among the corpses of the demonic beasts, looked at Lark.
“Are you safe? No, if you look at it, it’s safe…”
I was trying to say something lightly.
Natida, seeing Lark’s expression and facial features, kept her mouth shut. She bowed her head slightly.
“That was a mistake.”
Lark looked at Natida with empty eyes.
“···What about the residents?”
Lark asked in a sparsely broken voice. Natida answered that question as sincerely as possible.
“As soon as we saw the flare, we started evacuating. “I was blocking the castle wall… but when I thought the evacuation was complete, I opened it and had some street fighting inside with the warriors.”
That’s my specialty.
To take time and neutralize the demonic beasts.
Muttering that, she pulled on her tattered clothes and pointed to the nape of her pure white neck. Smoke was escaping from the stigmata carved on the nape of her neck.
“It is a scent that kills demonic beasts.”
The demon that was alive and moving came close to Natida, then snapped and fell down. The fallen demon beast vomited blood, convulsed briefly, and soon stopped moving.
“It may not work against strong demonic beasts, but most of the ones that came here are just miscellaneous demonic beasts, so it seems like it worked, right?”
“then···.”
“I blocked almost everything. “Right now, the warriors are dealing with the hidden magical beasts… Well, there may be some injuries, but there are no deaths so far.”
Natida laughed bitterly.
“There were a lot of demonic beasts, but there was no one to lead them.”
It is not a natural phenomenon for this number of demonic beasts to move. It is an artificial phenomenon, and there must be someone like the commander who caused this phenomenon.
But the commander did not appear on the battlefield.
“I guess someone has excluded the person who would command the demonic beasts from the battlefield. Thanks to that, we were able to deal with the demonic beasts relatively easily.”
Natida looked at Rak.
Green eyes turned to Lark.
The moment Natida faced Rak, she had a hunch. It was Lark who fought the entity that commands the demonic beasts. And, the fight must have been quite difficult.
so that.
“Thanks to you.”
Natida said that while looking straight at Rak.
Thanks to you, I was able to stop it.
Lark’s pupils shook at her words.
Lark took a deep breath and then let go of his sword. The sword fell with a clanging sound. Relaxed, Lark let out a long, very long breath.
“really···.”
thank god. Thank. I owed a favor.
Many words came to mind, but I couldn’t say any of them out loud. As the tension was released, Lark’s body suddenly lost strength. It wouldn’t be surprising if he collapsed a long time ago.
Lark’s body fell forward.
Natida received the rak from Gogkuraji.
Natida slowly infused sacred power into the body of Lark, who rested his head on my shoulder. Natida spoke in a low whisper to Rak, whose breathing gradually became more stable.
“Thank you for your effort.”
Get some rest.
3.
Rania’s expression hardened after receiving the report.
“······.”
The King of Demon Beasts appears in the north.
Damage occurs as a result.
After checking the extent of the damage and the dead and injured, Rania slowly put down the report. Rania gritted her teeth while holding her brow.
···He must have headed inside the Demonic Mirror.
Why did the King of Demonic Beasts, who was clearly headed to the depths of the Demon World, appear in the north? There were no signs on any front? A lot of questions ran through my mind, but those weren’t the most important ones right now.
It was an enemy he had to catch.
However, Rania lost the King of Demon Beasts there.
The King of Demon Beasts, who had lost sight of it, continued to learn and headed to the north, causing great damage to the north. No one blames Rania, but she herself felt responsible.
“Whoa…”
Rania rubbed her face with her palm.
What comes to mind is Lark’s face.
That said, Lark has never experienced a loss like that. Rania knew very well what the inferior warriors were to Lark.
‘···I guess I should go.’
Rania cannot move freely because she is on the battlefield. But this time she felt the need to move. Because she’ll need to face Lark face to face.
“Tefran.”
“Yes, warrior.”
“Please send communications to the 4th branch of the Gray Magic Tower on the Western Front.”
“Are you talking right now?”
“okay. Directly to the magic tower owner.”
Tefran moved immediately.
Soon after, Tefran handed Rania a magic tool connected to a communication network. Rania opened his mouth with a magic tool in his ear.
“Lesti.”
“Yes, senior.”
“I have a favor to ask you.”
There was a moment of silence, and the sound of Resty organizing something could be heard through the magic tool. Finally, Resty, who seemed to have opened the door and came out, spoke.
“Please speak.”
“Can you take charge of the Western Front for me?”
“How much?”
“I think I should go to the north. “It will probably take about ten days at most.”
“Ten days, ten days…”
Lesti, who was tapping my forearm, said.
“What is the drive ratio of the circuit engraved on the wire?”
“It’s only been a while since we filled it up, so it’s probably about 90%.”
“Well, you will need a large amount of magic stones…”
Resty said.
“I think about ten days will do. The problem is a situation where a skull gourd appears. What should we do in this case?”
“Kalt will be an assistant. “That would be fine, right?”
“I guess that’s enough.”
“Okay, then let me ask you a favor.”
After a brief schedule adjustment, Rania cut off contact. Resty was the only one who could take her place on the battlefield, even if only for a moment. She will be able to use the circuit Rania left behind.
‘The problem has been resolved.’
Rania slowly stood up.
With a stiff expression on her face, she reached out and wrapped the robe around her shoulders. Ever since the day she planted her star fragment, Rania had hoped for something to happen to Lark.
‘but···.’
I didn’t want this kind of opportunity.
Rania desperately hoped that Lark would not choose the wrong path. Because Rania knew well the destination of those who walked the wrong path.
fantasy,
