This is the worst situation. Really.
Rushing heat, wyvern troops descending while pushing the air, and dragon slayers sprinting while clawing their greatswords. And what lies behind me is a huge cliff with nowhere to retreat.
I was cornered.
Belnoir closed his eyes in a situation where it seemed as if the world was forcing death on him. She caught her breath. When Belnoa opened his eyes again, his body was already covered in shadows.
Shadow Armor, Physical Augmentation, Dragon’s Claws.
Belnoa strengthened his body by sacrificing all of his remaining mana and ten fingers. A dragon’s claw replaces the broken finger. The goddess warned as she looked at Belnoah, who slammed her foot into the ground with a thud.
[You probably know…]
This will be the last deal.
Because your current body won’t be able to withstand any more transactions than this. She muttered something to the goddess, and Belnoa answered briefly. I know, I said.
Magi addiction. injury. A wound festering with poison. The ooze flowing down. fatigue. thirst. Hunger. Running out of stamina. Drained. Mental erosion by demonic energy. A hazy and hazy consciousness.
Have you ever fought in a situation as bad as this? Has there ever been another situation where one was pushed into a corner as much as this? In Belnoir’s opinion, there probably wasn’t. Therefore, the current situation is a ‘first’ for Belnoa.
Something you have never experienced.
An area that couldn’t be reached.
In order to challenge that area, Belnoa put a little more strain on his body, which had already reached its limits. I hope you can endure this one battle.
‘There is no chance of winning, of course.’
Although I know there is none.
Still, you can’t give up. He said he had to go back. Because he promised so. Belnoir widened his eyes to keep his promise.
Time that had slowed down finds its speed.
Belnoa stretched out his hand towards the maw of the rushing wyvern. First of all, these.
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The dragon slayer, Asterio, is ignorant of magic.
I don’t know how to manipulate mana, and of course I don’t have the eyes to read magic. Instead, he possesses the senses of a superhuman. The sensation of feeling the flow of power.
“···under.”
That’s why Asterio let out a laugh.
People who were all dying. A torrent of water rushed around the man who seemed ready to collapse at any moment. A huge flow of power. The flow of power comparable to that of a superhuman is extremely powerful.
Is the candle just before going out emitting brilliant light for the last time? If not, did he save his strength until the end? I don’t know the reason, but…
‘We must not let down our guard.’
Asterio knows.
Those who were cornered in numerous battlefields always created variables. In order not to be swayed by those variables, you must never let down your guard.
Hwaaaaaaaaaaa!
The flames emitted by the wyverns swept the ground. The wyverns launched a hand-to-hand attack into the rising flames, and this was the moment when the wyverns disappeared into the flames.
Squeak.
Five gusts of wind cut through the flames.
The flames were blown away by a thin, sharp wind, and the body of the wyvern caught in the wind was cut into pieces. The wyvern, who had disappeared into the flames, returned with his dismembered body.
The flames slowly disappearing.
What emerged from the flames was Belnoa, with his arms hanging down, his posture lowered, and his eyes shining. That eye glow is nothing short of hideous. It’s like the eyes of an animal.
Shadow Knight, Belnoa.
Befitting its nickname, Belnoa’s body is covered in shadows. The shadow armor protects Belnoa even in the burning flames, and is constantly regenerated.
‘It’s just as rumored.’
Feeling that sentiment, the dragon slayer sprinted away.
Asterio slammed his foot into the ground and swung his sword. The tip of his sword pushes out the air and begins to cut through it. In the face of the approaching slash that tore through the air, Belnoir chose to dodge.
However, wyverns are already waiting on the retreat route. The dragon slayer, Asterio, is never overconfident in his own strength. He is an executive and commander before he is a warrior.
A superhuman who has survived hundreds of years on the battlefield. You will never be able to last that long on the battlefield if you only believe in your own strength. Write everything you can. That is Asterio’s way and strength.
Kwasik!
Wyvern bites Belnoa.
They bite their ankles, their torso and legs. Of course, their teeth and claws cannot pierce Belnoa’s shadow armor or hold him down for long.
It just takes time.
The head of the kicked wyvern was smashed and pierced by an awl and fell limp, but they still managed to buy time. All that was gained was about 1 second.
And, Asterio’s sword swallows 1 second.
A surge of sword strikes struck Belnoa. While the wyverns caught up in her sword attack burst out, Belnoa crossed her arms to block her sword attack. Naturally, there is no way he could take it in full.
Crunch, clunk.
The shadow armor came off and the sound of bones breaking from Belnoa’s arm rang out one after another. Belle Noah, pushed back by her sword strike, was thrown into the wall his back was against. The wall that her sword struck was dented and hollowed out.
“···Big!”
Blood spewed out from Belnoa’s mouth, and his body shook greatly. Asterio took a step forward as the wyvern’s flesh fell like rain.
A land that rings loudly.
Asterio’s sword scraped the ground and soared into the sky, scattering afterimages. A wild sword strike, accompanied by a bouncing pile of dirt, dug into the ground and rushed at Belnoa.
Separation, shredding.
Belnoa swung both hands in front of the approaching sword attack, grinding everything he could reach. A claw swung while repairing a broken arm with a shadow. It seems as if ten rays of wind are splitting the sword strike…
Three strikes, crushing.
The subsequent sword strike tore apart the storm created by Belnoa. The moment Belle Noah threw her body to the side and was out of range, the cliff that Belle Noah had been leaning against until just now exploded like an explosion.
‘···how.’
I have no idea what kind of swordsmanship it is.
A sword for breaking, not for cutting. However, the problem is that this is not necessarily the case. Belnoa frowned at his throbbing side.
Sigh.
He slipped away from his seat, and just as he was trying to catch his breath, someone suddenly pierced through the dust and came right in front of Belnoa’s nose. Belle Noah opened her eyes wide.
“···!”
A dragon slayer approaches right in front of you.
The dragon slayer had taken off all his armor except for his gauntlets and greaves. The speed of the dragon slayer who throws off his heavy armor and rushes forward with only a sword in his hand… surpasses that of Belnoa, who is wearing a shadow.
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Even with a large sword of that weight, its movements never feel sluggish.
A great sword swung right in front of the nose. Belle Noah lowered his head to evade, but the trajectory of the tip of his sword was bent in an instant and dug into Belle Noah’s shoulder.
Wow!
The sound of bones breaking.
The pain of skin being torn by a slash. Belnoa gritted his teeth and endured the pain. I reached out to grab the sword stuck in my shoulder, but at that moment, the dragon slayer let go of the sword and grabbed Belnoa’s head with both hands.
Kwasik!
He hits Belnoa’s head with his knee.
The moment Belnoa’s head tilted back, the dragon slayer kicked Belnoa in the abdomen and twisted the sword stuck in Belnoa’s shoulder. The wound opened and tore, and sparks flew into Belnoa’s eyes.
“···huh.”
The moment he pushed Belnoa away, the dragon slayer laughed as he saw blood flowing from both his palms and knees. Even in the midst of this, he was able to transform his armor and inflict wounds, which was truly admirable persistence.
“That’s amazing.”
While Belnoa, who had been pushed away, was holding his shoulder and breathing heavily, the dragon slayer slowly raised his sword. The dragon slayer let out a bitter smile as he looked at the young man who, if left alone, would rise to the realm of superhumans.
“So, I guess I should end it here.”
The dragon slayer narrowed his eyes, holding the sword level with the ground with both hands. It’s not that I didn’t pursue Belnoa right away because I was taking my time. Just to avoid getting caught up in it.
“Shoot.”
A short word.
Immediately after, a strong fire fell from the sky and fell to the ground. The fire emitted by wyverns is incomparably huge and fierce. The dragon’s breath engulfed Belnoa.
Hwaaaaaaaaaaa!
The ground melted from the intense fire.
The ground sizzles and turns into mud, and Belnoa’s body burns in the flames. Although Belle Noah swings her arms, the storm cannot completely push away the flames. It might be because her body was pushed to its limits.
“······.”
The dragon slayer tilted his head to the side.
A shadow thorn shot through the flames passed by the dragon slayer’s cheek. I can only admire the fact that he was able to avoid the blow thanks to future vision and that he was able to counterattack during this time.
The dragon slayer opened his eyes wide to repay the blow.
···Asterio reads the flow of power.
With wide open eyes, the dragon slayer reads the flow of the dragon’s breath sweeping the ground. The great sword he wields pierces the grain of that flow, changing the direction of his power and forcing it to rush in a more violent direction.
That is Asterio’s swordsmanship.
The dragon’s breath was sucked in following the trajectory of Asterio’s great sword. It is no longer an opaque black energy, but a black energy imbued with red swirling heat.
Suddenly.
The sword energy penetrated Belnoa’s shoulder.
Belnoir’s shadow was completely burned by the concentrated heat, and a line was drawn from his right shoulder to his left ribs. The sound of skin burning. A storm full of heat follows.
Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
With a loud noise, Belnoa fell into the cliff.
Belnoa’s eyes lost focus, and his body fell forward. The Wyverns, who had been flying low as if they had been waiting for that, rushed at Belnoa.
Kwajak, I said.
The wyverns gathered around and bit Belnoa’s body like hyenas. Flesh and blood splattered everywhere.
2.
Even if you do your best, there is no guarantee that you will be rewarded. Of course, this is often not the case.
Belnoa sensed defeat.
I couldn’t get up and my senses were faint.
The only sound I could hear intermittently was the sound of something biting my body and breaking my bones. Bouncing flesh. Blood pouring and consciousness becoming blurred.
…I have to go back.
I don’t think I can do that.
“This is what happens in the end.”
I heard someone’s voice in my consciousness.
Belnoir, lying down on the floor, only rolled his eyes and looked ahead. She squatted on her knees and the goddess said she was there.
Time slowed down and then stopped.
During the time of dealing with God, the goddess smiled painfully. Her goddess’s hand touched Belnoir’s face.
“Oh my.”
She said to Belnoir.
“What you hope for won’t have changed at all from that day, right?”
Protecting that child.
And, walking next to that child.
Belnoir tried to speak, but no voice came out. But even though she wasn’t listening, the goddess nodded her head as if she understood.
“Okay, then…”
The goddess touched Belnoa’s forehead with hers.
“I will ask you about your resolve.”
She closed her eyes, pressing their foreheads together.
When your closed eyes slowly open, what you see between the thin eyelashes are not the eyes that look like they have been cut out of the night sky like mine. Red eyes.
The red dragon eyes looked directly at Belnoa.
“If you move on, you may not come back. You will lose a lot. But, it will always be you who loses.”
She smiled sadly.
“I will take a lot from you. Because it has to be that way to give you the strength you desire. “It will not stop at simply offering the body.”
More. A road of no return.
Nevertheless, the goddess asked a question.
“Perhaps my reason may be shaken. I might become a beast. It may become nothing more than a trivial thing. “Still, did you plan to offer your prayers to me?”
Red eyes shining in the eyes.
The red light that filled the retina spoke.
“If you want, I can bear the full cost of your power this once. But my contract with you will be broken. “If you wish, I will do so.”
the goddess asked.
“Do you want to live, or do you want to move forward?”
No matter which one you choose, you won’t be upset.
The goddess graciously asked a question.
Faced with a crossroads of choice, Belnoir slowly closed and opened his eyes. It is an easy, simple and attractive path. It is a rough and difficult road. The moment Belnoir caught sight of the two roads, he remembered someone’s voice he heard a few days ago.
“Someday, the day will come when you too will have to choose.”
“But, remember.”
“It should be you who prays, not God. Sometimes, pursue ideals rather than reality.”
The worries didn’t last long.
Belnoir chooses ideals over reality. The boy who has lived a life of compromise does not compromise at this moment. Because I can’t stand by her who only pursues ideals even if I compromise.
“······.”
Belnoa opened his mouth.
No voice came out.
However, the words reached the goddess’s ears.
“Anyway…”
The goddess smiled bitterly.
“This is what happens in the end.”
Belnoir made a choice.
As if to affirm that choice, the pieces of the Holy Grail bloom and Belnoa’s soul begins to shine pure white. A soul that shakes off the soot and begins to shine. It means meeting the qualifications.
“Oh my.”
Reaching the realm of superhuman means meeting the qualifications. Ready to take the next step. She the goddess whispered into Belnoa’s ear.
“Then make a wish.”
If you wish for something you can’t reach.
If you hope for a miracle.
If you are ready to pay any price.
“God is a being who hears wishes. A being that works miracles and grants wishes. So, tell me. “Your wish.”
Say this, the goddess whispered.
The words that the goddess whispered are the words that humans have shouted to the sky since ancient times, and are the oldest language of wishes. Humans have always hoped for the power to overcome adversity and trials, but God only responded like this.
“There is no power in the world without a price.”
To God who spoke like that, humans gave an answer.
“I offer it.”
So, give me the strength to make my wish come true.
3.
Asterio let out a long breath.
The surrounding area was full of wyvern corpses.
It’s truly surprising that even with a body of that size, it can resist as much as I do. If they had met each other in perfect condition, they would have had to be prepared to give up one of their arms.
‘Focus, fighting sense, skill…’
He is a genius who has everything.
If I had missed it here, the next time I encountered it, I would have been a superhuman. The dragon slayer took a step forward, wiping the blood from his cheek.
“…I guess it might have been a good fight.”
If the Great Being had not given the order, he might have been let go. Feeling regret, Asterio walked towards the wyverns that were biting Belnoa.
A clanging, clanging, resounding sound.
I could have left him alone, but I wanted to at least send him off as a warrior at the end, so Asterio approached Belnoa, dragging his sword.
As I walked like that, I stood tall.
Asterio stopped in place.
Instinct was warning me.
The superhuman senses sound the alarm. Don’t get close to that person right now. But there is no felt flow of power. Asterio hesitated for a moment between instinct and reason, and a change in time occurred in less than a second.
Drum, crack, crack.
The air trembles.
The space creaked and a sound spread through the ground.
Boom, boom.
The wyverns that had gathered stiffened, and all at once began to put their heads on the ground. They bowed their heads, folded their wings, and retracted their claws, shaking their whole bodies.
Wyverns flying in the sky fell.
Even the dragon that was looking down from above them fell to the ground in an unsightly manner.
The dragon fell, making a huge noise. It trembled and bowed its head. Their gaze is not directed at their master, the dragon slayer. What they are looking at is a human lying on the floor bleeding.
‘···why?’
These are dragons and wyverns that Asterio broke off their horns and inflicted pain on to educate them as fear. However, they are now bowing down to someone other than Asterio. I am giving in. And that too to dying humans.
Why on earth?
Such doubts are temporary.
A dry wind blew. A dry wind like a desert wind. Asterio’s eyes widened at the flow brought by the wind. He knows this trend.
Belial, the ancient dragon who draws storms.
As the dragon slayer’s eyes widened at the flow that resembled a great being, Belnoa slowly rose from the pool of blood. It was sucked into Belnoa’s body like a puddle of blood flowing backwards. Abnormal recovery.
Eventually, amidst the sound, Belnoa opened his eyes.
The moment the vertically split red eyes looked directly at the dragons, the dragons bowed their heads, not daring to meet their gazes. Dragons can never resist in the face of fundamental fear. No matter how small it may have lost its pride and become distant from its essence, there is no way it would not be able to recognize its owner.
Lord of all dragons.
The oldest divine contractor who created dragons appeared here. Dragons bow their heads before the gigantic being.
【Show your pride.】
The god hovering around Belnoa smiled.
Even though the voice never reached reality, all the dragons turned their heads. Their eyes turn to the dragon slayer Asterio. However, that gaze is not the same as always looking at its owner.
“Huh.”
The dragon slayer let out a sigh.
“I’m going to spin, really.”
The dragon slayer let out a helpless laugh as he looked at the wyvern unit rushing towards him.
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