The moment Raniel grabbed Lark’s hand, her body floated in the air. Belle Noah swung her arm, which was holding onto Lark. It took a moment for Lark and Raniel’s bodies to float before they landed on the back of the magic dragon.
widely.
After seeing that the two people had climbed up, Belnoa belatedly climbed onto the horse dragon’s back. Lark and Belnoir wiped away their cold sweat and looked in front of them. To be precise, it was Raniel, who was sitting on the back of the magic dragon.
“······.”
She was catching her breath in silence.
If you look closely, her body is already covered in wounds. Accumulated injuries, bites and puncture wounds. Mud was oozing out of the wound that had been clogged.
···No matter how much he is Raniel Van Trias, even if he is the strongest hero, his power is not infinite.
We dealt with an ancient disaster. We dealt with forgotten gods. He held back hundreds or thousands of forgotten gods from going elsewhere, and at the same time dealt with apostates. At that point, the body would have already reached its limit…
‘In addition to that…’
Lark turned his head.
The swaying magic dragon was circling around the apostate, maintaining a certain distance from him. On top of the shaking horse dragon, Lark glanced at the apostate.
‘He was dealing with even that.’
Even if the things scattered around here are just the devil’s fragments, they are at least not as bad as the woman standing in the center. Lark swallowed her dry saliva at the huge presence he felt from that woman. Cold sweat ran down her spine.
Even with such an enemy, Raniel continued the battle without the slightest rest or time to catch his breath. After understanding the situation, Lark’s expression became distorted.
“···Phew.”
Raniel let out a long breath and stood up, clutching his knees. Lark bit Jay hard as he watched her stagger to her feet. Lark opened and closed her mouth repeatedly, barely able to squeeze out a voice.
“Professor… no, senior.”
Lark said.
Raniel looked at Lark.
“Path.”
What I said a little while ago.
Lark said those words again.
“I will open the way.”
Lark said while looking at Raniel.
···always.
It was always Raniel’s job to open the way. So that Lark, Belnoa, Chloe, and Resty can be active. In order for them to be able to stand on their own stage, Raniel would sacrifice his own life to pave the way.
Therefore, Raniel has always been a professor, educator, and benefactor to them.
‘But, it can’t be like that forever.’
Lark clenched his fist.
Haven’t you been working hard so far to stand on the same stage as the person in front of you? You cannot remain a disciple forever and someone who must be protected and cared for forever. Really, you can’t do that.
It’s been a long time since I graduated from the academy.
Now, it had to become an independent entity.
“It’s late, though.”
Lark grabbed the holy sword tightly.
“We will open it this time.”
This is the path that you always opened.
So, this time we will open it.
None other than to repay my debt to you.
“Yes, so please get some rest.”
Belnoir, who had overheard Lark’s words, stood up with a sigh and a laugh. The two passed Raniel and took the lead. At that moment, the direction the magic dragon’s head was facing slowly began to change.
It begins to dig diagonally toward the center.
The magic dragon moves even more violently. With a clatter, the Magolryong’s entire body began to tremble. Raniel, who was trying to stand up while clutching his knees, collapsed in his seat, sighing and laughing.
“Anyway.”
Raniel sat down and looked ahead.
He saw two people standing ahead of him.
“Whoever taught it was very good.”
2.
The magic dragon slanted towards the apostate.
The momentum of the magic dragon heading towards the center like a whirlwind is extremely ferocious. Even as its flesh is torn and bitten by the incoming hands, the Magolryong rushes towards the apostate.
“······.”
And, the apostate.
He lightly gestured towards the approaching demon dragon. The dust swirling around her evaporated in an instant. For a moment, a black divinity flashed.
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bak!
The water flowing along the ground shot up all at once as if exploding. The rising debris becomes a huge pile. Even though it is pierced and crushed by a stake the size of its own body, the magic dragon tries to move forward… but it cannot endure even after that.
Kwasik.
A huge hand made of clumps of dirt grabbed the head of the magic dragon. Big and small hands that rose from the ground grabbed the magic dragon’s body and squeezed it open. The magic dragon exploded, flesh flying in all directions.
A huge piece of flesh. A magic stone that makes up the shell of a magic dragon.
A continuous thud, thud, thud sound rang out from the huge debris rising in all directions. The apostate frowned. If you look at that place with narrowed eyes, you will see two people stepping on the debris and jumping repeatedly.
Belnoa and Lakda.
The apostate extends his hand towards the two, but it is difficult to aim accurately at the two people who move wildly, kicking between debris. Since the two people’s movements were faster than the hands rising from the water, the hands only grabbed and crushed the scaffolding that the two people passed by.
Okay.
After leaping leap after leap, Lark slipped and landed on a slanted platform. On top of the falling scaffolding, Lark took a long breath. And then, coo. Lark put his foot down. He gets into position.
Ganicalt’s holy sword stretched out behind his back.
Holding a strong grip on the platinum-colored sword, Lark recited a spell. Stocked spells were released one after another.
Smite.
“Quarung,” a white flash of light struck.
Not towards the enemy, but towards the sword held by Lark himself. It doesn’t stop once. The circuits that Lark had carved into his forearms all burned. The burned circuit was replaced with just one spell.
Bang, bang, bang, bang…
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Every time a white flash flashed, the sound of metal clashing together rang out. Kaang, kang, kaang… The sound that rings in succession is like the noise of quenching. However, even in the noise, the sword held by Lark does not waver. It’s as quiet as ever.
A holy sword with dozens or hundreds of powerful blows.
Lark let out the breath he had swallowed, holding the holy sword that was ringing harshly as if it would leave his grasp at any moment. I spat out and opened my eyes.
···Incorporeal sword.
The art of the sword to reach the extreme.
Lark interpreted it differently from his ancestors.
The sword has no form, and since it has no form, it can be anything. So, can’t everything you have become a sword? Lark considers the holy sword he holds and the spell wrapped around the holy sword as one sword. Dozens of spells were wrapped around the sword energy.
What you see with wide eyes is Geomro (劍路).
The sword, engulfed in sword energy like a raging storm, feels heavier than ever. With a crunching sound, Lark swung his arm, ignoring the bones breaking and muscles tearing. He swung his sword.
Huh.
Lark swung his sword at the approaching black hands, the black water droplets, and the giant stakes blocking the path. The moment he swings his sword, the tip of his sword catches a fierce storm. It is like a snowstorm raging in the snowy mountains of the north.
The sword energy in the form of a snowstorm engulfed everything in sight. The moment it touches the sword, it is not a quiet cutting sound that resonates.
Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!
The sound of grinding, tearing, and digging.
The spells that became one with the sword and energy smashed and broke everything they touched. The swirling blizzard completely destroyed everything that stood between the apostate and Rak. A huge hole was created in the middle of the black waves.
Will that hole be filled again?
The apostate has once again erected a wall of grasps to block the path…
“Belnoir.”
“know.”
Belnoa, who jumped up next to Lark with a thud, had no intention of letting that hole be blocked. Belnoa rose into the air, driving a black storm.
Tick, tidididik.
A crack appeared on Belnoir’s forearm.
The black dragon’s carapace swallowed half of Belnoa’s arm. Belnoa swung the dragon’s outstretched hand. A black storm wrapped around his five fingers.
Kiiiiiiiing!
A strong wind suddenly rose across the battlefield along with a sharp sound. The dry wind that comes from unknown sources eventually becomes a storm. A black storm battered the waves. The waves that were trying to fill the hole made by Lark were caught in the storm and scattered in all directions.
Water pouring out in all directions.
The road is finally open.
Lark and Belnoa fall to the ground with their posture disturbed due to the recoil of the technique. However, just before falling, Belnoa lifted his finger one last time. What causes this is an upward air current from the ground to the sky.
Huh.
The rising air current lifted the debris. What was created in this way is the path of the wind. And, the person running on that road is not Belnoa… much less Lark.
With a thud, someone stepped on the wreckage and jumped up. Trust your body to the rising current and take a leap. I passed by Belnoa and Lark. Ashes flew along the path she took.
“thanks.”
Without saying a single word, Raniel passed the two people and jumped high. She, who had leapt higher than her apostate, looked down upon her apostate from her air. Raising her head, the apostate smiled and extended her hand towards Ran El.
And, Raniel.
He extended his hand towards the back, not towards the apostate. As if trying to hold on to something. So what?
“Shoot. Chloe.”
Raniel shouted.
This is the moment she shouted. In a split second, two huge circuits unfolded and disappeared in the distance. Two spells emerged from the circuit that developed in an instant. One is a spell manifested by Chloe and the other is a spell manifested by Resty.
The highest order, Flare.
Highest order, Ignis.
One is a thinly compressed flame, and the other is a blue-white spear that has condensed lightning to its limit. Spells of different nature. Contradictory spells that cannot be linked. However, Chloe grabbed his hand towards the two spells that came to mind.
Characteristics of stars, focusing.
Two spells are combined.
A compressed heat ray wrapped around the blue-white window. Chloe launched a spear that was a combination of two spells. A ship crossing the battlefield diagonally. Raniel shouted at the blue-white spear that rose into the sky.
Spell-Capture.
“Shoot,” Raniel grabbed the blue-white spear.
The moment I grab it, my palms burn. However, it never lets go of the window. Ran El extended his left hand forward. He pulled his right hand holding the spear behind his back.
Accel.
The blue-white window shakes.
Spells stack on top of spells.
Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate…
The shape of the spear continued to shake as the spells overlapped and overlapped. This is when the overlap reaches its limit. This is the moment when the object that the apostate fired at Raniel reached right in front of her nose. She swung her arms around as Raniel let out the breath she had been holding.
Throwing a javelin.
The blue-white window that leaves the hand does not even leave an afterimage. The moment the spell left Raniel’s hand, the water that was right in front of her nose exploded. It all burned down. What can be seen between the burning sediments are island lines connected in a straight line.
The moment it left his hand, the spear immediately arrived at its destination.
Raniel saw what felt like time slowed down.
The sacred arts and the veil of rejection surrounding the apostate are shattered. Her grasp of all the junk surrounding her was burning away. The blade of the spear pierces the apostate’s hand.
and···.
Wow.
She saw the blue-white window flashing white. The blue-white spear containing the two highest level spells exploded, spitting out light. Even the sound is swallowed up.
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With a roar that sounded like thunder or a huge explosion, light engulfed the apostate. In a world dyed pure white, Rani El waved his arms.
Crank.
What extends into the light is a chain.
A chain bound something. Pulling the chain, Raniel jumped into the torrent of light and heat.
3.
Light burns the retina.
The apostate laughed as the unleashed lightning and flames burned his body. She watched through blurred vision as it regenerated and burned repeatedly. A chain stretching out like a rattle. Her chains are wrapped around her own arms.
come. After the contract.
Huin jumped into the light with the chain pulled taut. The apostate stretched out his hand, looking at the approaching human form. Let’s pierce it through again this time. This is the moment when her fingers try to draw a line, even as they are consumed by the light.
Sssssssssssssssssssss!
An arrow shot from somewhere pierced the apostate’s arm. Unable to overcome the force of the arrow, the apostate’s arm was thrown back. The gap created like that.
Woe!
Something pops out through the light and heat.
What sticks out is a hand covered in wounds.
The hand grabbed the back of the apostate’s neck with a jerk. Afterwards, Ran El, completely devastated, appeared through her light. Burning in her fire, her blood pouring from all over her body, she finally reached the presence of her apostate.
With a clang, the chain stretched out and wrapped around the apostate’s neck and Raniel’s hand. As if he would never let go.
“I said I caught it.”
The apostate smiled and stretched out his hand.
I grabbed Raniel’s forearm, who was clutching my neck. This is the moment when the scum wrapped around the apostate’s finger becomes a stake and is about to pierce Raniel.
“I think it will work…”
Pajik.
Something jumped out of Raniel’s body.
What jumped out was dark red lightning. The moment the lightning struck, the scum that had touched Raniel’s skin evaporated. For the first time, the apostate’s eyes were wide open.
“······.”
Raniel raised his head without saying a word.
Wide-open eyes. Bloodshot eyes. Pupils dilated to their limit. Although it was only for a moment, the apostate was overwhelmed by the intimidating gaze. It was the moment when my attention was taken away by those eerie eyes.
“Suddenly,” one of Raniel’s eyes burst open.
Some of the five fingers that were holding the apostate crumbled away. However, the chains were still wrapped around him, so Raniel did not miss the apostate.
Without missing a beat.
Raniel smiled with his bursting eyes closed.
“The arms are still attached.”
That’s it then. Raniel muttered and hit the ground with his foot. He waved his arm. Her apostate saw her swing her arms with his own eyes. However, the apostate was not aware of what happened afterwards.
Chijik, ■ji ■■■■■■■■jik.
Unknown noise.
Unidentifiable dark red lightning. Dozens of flashes of light entered my body in an instant. The arm that fell off. Black feces coming out. A strong shock that shakes your whole body. When the apostate realized what was happening, she was not standing up there on the stairs to heaven.
Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
With a loud noise, it fell to the ground.
The staircase leading to heaven that she had climbed was completely destroyed. The apostate barely opened his eyes and looked ahead. Raniel, wearing dark red lightning, stands there.
She let out a long breath. With a splat, she opened her mouth and muttered through the long dripping blood.
Acceleration.
And, Accel.
Once again, the apostate’s vision was reversed.
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