I Quit the Hero’s Party Chapter 523

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The hand wrapped in the constellation was twisted.

As if being swept away by a strong current, the twisting started from the fingers holding the sword and spread to the wrist, and from the wrist to the entire right arm. His arm broke with a clicking sound.

The broken bone tore through the skin and protruded. Long black blood splattered out. With the blood rushing out, the long stretch of time found its own pace.

Patter.

The blood that had sprung up fell down.

Kyle gritted his teeth as he stumbled back a few steps. Her broken right arm did not move. Kyle frowned as he glanced at his limp right arm.

···I could not swing the sword of reverse heaven.

Jormun intervened in the extended timeline.

He intervened and blocked the sword from being swung. As a result, Yeokcheon’s sword failed and the right arm that was holding the sword was completely destroyed.

“······.”

Kyle silently stretched out his twisted right hand.

I grabbed the sword I had let go with my left hand. Kyle adjusted his posture with one of his arms hanging limply.

“Whoa…”

When I take a long breath and close my eyes, I see something different from before. Kyle saw constellations spread out in all directions, centered on Jormun. The constellations were like a net, entangling the world.

‘From the beginning.’

It was on the author’s palm.

He was standing on the net that Jormun had spread. Kyle lightly swung the sword with his left hand. The moment the fired sword energy touched the net, it bent and made a sound.

It cannot be cut with an ordinary sword strike.

An ordinary sword cannot reach Jormun.

That’s why Kyle was confident.

The sword of the reverse sky can reach Jormun. The moment Jormun or himself, who seemed relaxed at first glance, was about to unfold the Sword of Reverse Heaven, Jormun moved quickly. It intervened in the sword swinging motion and blocked it in advance.

‘Reversal works, even for the author.’

So what needs to be done doesn’t change.

Kyle caught his breath. Fixed her posture. With her feet planted deep in the ground, Kyle cracked her eyes open. If the opponent doesn’t give you a gap, creating a gap here will be enough.

But, how?

With the things you have accumulated.

With everything you have.

Just swing the sword like always.

‘see.’

As Kyle closed and opened his eyes, he could see hundreds of paths. Kyle started running along the sword road, the path where the sword should be swung.

Above the sky, the eyes of forgotten gods burst open. The eyes that contained the power of the gods shed blue blood. Blue blood fell to the ground.

Below the ground, fire and a storm from an ancient dragon raged. The blood gushing from the ancient dragon’s body soared into the sky.

And between heaven and earth.

The point where the blue blood of a god and the red blood of an ancient dragon meet.

A human was running there.

The fragments of the temple and the chains connecting them shook violently. The fragments of the temple held in the air were shattered the moment someone’s doll passed by.

Kwasik.

Kyle accelerated tirelessly on the stage that Raniel had made. With each step, Kyle’s movements became a little faster. Continuing to increase his speed, Kyle dragged his sword low.

What you see is a web of constellations.

Kyle exhaled as he looked at the spider webs that Jormun had spread everywhere on every corner of his path. Instead of kicking the ground with his foot, Kyle swung his arm as he planted his foot on the ground.

Galatrick style 1, first sight killing.

A rapid sword strike collided with the net that was attacking Kyle. What gets pushed away is swordsmanship. The moment the sword energy was shattered and the constellation was about to entangle him, Kyle lifted the sword that had been pointed towards the ground upward.

A net of swords.

Another sword path was connected to the unbroken sword path of Chogyeonsal. The sword energy that exploded in an instant could not cut the net, but it succeeded in widening the gap. Kyle jumped into the gap that had opened.

The moment he came out of the net, Kyle turned his head.

The moment I looked at the constellation spreading out in all directions and Yormun holding the constellation, our eyes met. Even though he increased his speed to the limit, Jormun’s eyes were still following him. And, that finger too.

Jormun pointed at Kyle.

At that moment, Kyle’s vision split.

Flashes of light erupted from all directions. Constellations spread out in all directions blinked violently. Kyle’s vision was split into a future that could not be read even by the predictions of his extra senses. With one eye closed, Kyle looked at the present.

Spells poured out from the blinking constellations.

Flames the size of a house, lightning striking, freezing fog… the constellation spewed out spells that could devastate the entire area. Kyle’s eyes were colored with the colorful light emitted by the spells.

It’s like looking into a kaleidoscope.

The world, bathed in the light emitted by all kinds of highest-ranking spells, even feels a sense of disconnection. Are you seeing a fantasy? Is it at least an illusion? But the boiling heat and the tingling pain in my arm let me know that this was reality.

Kwasik.

Kyle buried his feet in the ground.

Kyle swung his sword as spells attacked from all directions. He swung his sword and the spells exploded, emitting light, almost simultaneously.

Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Spells that were capable of destroying a city or two with one single spewed out light to kill just one human. A deafening roar, a blinding flash… and a quiet cutting sound that separates them.

Suddenly.

A blade came out, cutting through the light.

Cutting off the sound, the blade drew a sword path. The light was torn apart. The sound cut off. Kyle appeared, cutting down all the spells.

What greets Kyle when he appears are the constellations that once again emit flashes of light. Kyle gritted his teeth. Although I couldn’t understand this constellation… I felt like I knew how Jormun used it.

All of these constellations were circuits.

It was a circuit in which the spell of Jormun was permanently imprinted, and it was Jormun itself. Just as Jormun could not be cut with an ordinary sword, the constellations could not be cut with a sword either.

“···Tsk.”

Kyle clicked his tongue.

At the same time, the constellations radiated light. Instead of trying to cut down the spells coming at him from all directions, Kyle dove headfirst. Swinging his sword, Kyle sprinted away, leaving only the bare minimum path open for him to take.

You can’t cut them all down.

Even if you just brush against it, your body will burn.

We had to be more efficient, faster, and with minimal movement to open the way and create a gap to use the reverse order. What Kyle was thinking about at this moment was the reunion match with Ganicalt.

The final sword fight that took place immediately after using Yeokcheon while dragging a body that was not moving properly.

Kyle exhaled, remembering the memories of the time when they were just chasing each other. She noticed that Kyle’s wide-open eyes were bloodshot. Kyle saw the pouring spell through his eyes, his veins bursting and turning red.

He took a step forward and swung his sword. There was no distinction between the stepping motion and the sword swinging motion.

One step and one sword were the same.

I swung my sword as if I was taking a step, and I took a step as if I was swinging my sword. The moment the sword was swung, the way to take a step forward was opened. Kyle moved as if his body had become a sword.

However, Kyle devoted himself to cutting what needed to be cut.

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‘···Amazing.’

Jormun saw Kyle Torben coming towards him. The swordsman was approaching him, cutting through countless incoming spells and widening the gap between the onslaught of constellations.

The movements are fast and not flashy.

Rather, it is static and slow.

The movement of swinging the sword and the steps forward seemed excessively slow to Jormun’s eyes. But he still can’t catch it. Because Jormun cannot predict the swordsman’s movements.

Cuts dozens of spells with a single swing.

Even light and sound are cut off.

Everything that can be cut is cut down, and even the constellations that cannot be cut open a gap and escape. These are technologies that can truly be called miraculous. It is surprising that a sword sharpened by one person can be so sharp.

But, nevertheless.

Jormun only laughs bitterly.

I admit it. I also acknowledge the fact that that swordsman is strong, and the fact that the moment that person unfolds his skills, no matter how confident he is, if he doesn’t give his all, it’s dangerous.

I admit it, but…

Jormun’s golden eyes narrowed.

Those eyes looked at the sword held by Kyle. Even if the starlight has left, that was once the star’s weapon. A sword forged with starlight that cannot be scratched by any amount of money, and can even cut down gods.

How could such a weapon be easily made?

The one who forged that star’s weapon was none other than Jormun himself. The constellations that now spread out around Jormun were the original source of the star armor. In the past, Jormun cut off part of this and carved it into a weapon.

Kang, kaaaaaaang!

Kyle, unaware of that fact, is swinging his sword. She is clashing her sword with the constellation that is the original of my holy sword. The more you swing the sword, the more the blade screams.

Finally, crispy.

Iron dust flew from the holy sword.

The blade of the holy sword began to crack. Kyle’s breathing stopped for a moment, and without missing that moment, Jormun lightly gestured. The constellations blinked violently.

How long can you last?

A crack appeared on the sword.

The moment Geum ran forward and swung his sword, a subtle error occurred. The sword’s path was slightly distorted, and the deviation soon led to shaking. The tip of the sword trembled.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Because it was shaking, it could not be cut down completely.

Kyle rolled on the floor, caught in the aftermath of the explosion that could not be cut. She almost fell off the bottom of her step, but managed to climb up by holding on to her chain.

···The holy sword cracked.

The sword, which had never been broken or scratched, was wearing out. It was her first time experiencing this. However, even if there was a crack, I couldn’t stop swinging the sword.

Crack.

Kyle gritted his teeth and swung his sword. The moment he stopped swinging, it was his defeat. However, the more he swung his sword, the more his blade wore out. The shaking gradually got bigger.

I had to open a gap.

I had to use Yeokcheon before it was too late.

But I just can’t get through it. Even if he uses all his skills against it, the constellation only shakes slightly, but never breaks. It just comes flooding back right away. This was the moment when Kyle’s breathing faltered in a situation where there was no answer.

“···!”

A flood of orders came into view.

Because I was shaking, my movements were slow. This is why you can’t cut everything down. Parts of the body had to be given up. The moment Kyle gritted his teeth and was about to choose where to throw it away…

Sarah.

Ash flew in front of Kyle’s eyes.

Raniel’s ash, not the ash goddess’s. Immediately afterwards, the ash flickered violently and spewed out flames towards the incoming spell.

Ashes to Ashes.

Flames do not repel all spells.

Kyle swung his sword and cut off as many spells as he could not push away. Kyle, having avoided his crisis, exhaled and lifted his head. When I looked up, I saw the sky dyed red.

A continuous explosion sound.

The torn screams of the gods and blue blood.

Raniel, running wild between them, came into view. And, the flying ashes as well. The ash that fell like snow did not fall to the ground naturally. He was hovering by Kyle’s side.

“···under.”

Kyle laughed inadvertently.

Because it felt like I could hear his voice coming from the ashes.

“What are you doing? “I’m not running.”

Crazy guy. Kyle let out a huff of laughter and let out a sigh of relief. Kyle headed towards Jormun again, dragging the ashes. Spells, constellations, all come rushing in to bite Kyle… Now Kyle is unmoved.

Smash.

A spell engraved in the flying ashes.

Smite.

It was scattered along the sword Kyle was swinging.

Ash helped Kyle break through the things that were blocking his path. Kyle ran with Raniel’s assistance.

I cut through the flames, widened the gap between the constellations, and ran and ran. Kyle ran tirelessly towards the enemy that seemed out of reach. Before I knew it, Jormun, which had seemed to be standing very far away, began to appear closer.

The 1st sword, Chogyeonsal.

Drawing a circle, Kyle approached Jormun.

He approached and swung his sword. Kaaaaang, the sword energy struck Jormun’s body with a sound. The constellations surrounding Jormun’s body did not move at all.

The second sword, Heosanggeom.

Kaaaaaaaaaa!

Third sword, absolute sword.

Kang, kaaang!

The 4th sword, the 5th sword…

The more the sword was swung, the stronger the friction sound became. The constellations wrapped around Jormun’s body began to move. Kyle reached right in front of Jormun, scattering ashes. Kyle slid and landed and lashed out with his sword.

There was no distinction between the landing movement and the swinging movement, so it looked as if Kyle was throwing out a fist rather than a sword.

And then bam.

Kyle’s sword was caught in Jormun’s bare hand. The moment it was caught in the constellation-covered grip, Kyle’s sword could not move forward even an inch. The shaking constellations fluctuated, but in the end, Kyle’s strike was blocked.

The game has been decided.

While holding Kyle’s blade with his left hand, Jormun thrust his right hand with five fingers together towards Kyle’s heart. A future where Kyle meets his death by piercing the heart is pictured in Yormun’s head.

However, at that moment Jormun saw.

There was no sign of embarrassment on Kyle’s face.

As if it was expected from the beginning.

“Now is the time.”

Kyle put down his sword.

The swordsman put down his sword.

“Shoot, Raniel.”

Kyle let go of his sword and leaped backwards.

At that moment, all of the ash that had been wrapped around Kyle’s body rushed towards the sword that Kyle had let go of. The rush of ashes flickered violently.

The ash brings back lightning.

Dark red lightning engulfed the sword along with the sound of thunder. It’s only a small amount compared to what Raniel wears, but that’s enough.

Kiiiiiiiing!

A dark red lightning penetrated the constellation that Kyle shook. The constellation wrapped around Jormun’s palm was torn apart. At that moment, Jormun’s eyes widened, and Kyle did not miss that opportunity.

widely.

Kyle kicked the ground and closed the distance.

Closing the distance in an instant, Kyle grabbed the hilt of his sword, which was caught in Jormun’s hand, with his left hand. Using Jormun’s hand as a scabbard, Kyle struck with his sword.

Suddenly.

The blade that cut off Jormun’s finger, which had peeled off the constellation, glowed with lightning. Kyle opened his eyes through the blood splashing out. A gap that was barely created. An opportunity that will never happen again. Kyle does not miss this opportunity.

Kyle moved in a time that seemed to have stopped.

Dozens, hundreds, thousands of swords gathered in front of the blade covered in dark red lightning. Thus, there is only one path that can be completed. A sword shining dark red moved along the path, dragging lightning.

Tick, tidididdididdik.

Everything the blade touched split apart.

It is no different from the constellation of Jormun, which spreads out in all directions. The moment the blade filled with lightning touched the constellation, the constellation was torn apart along with sparks.

In a time that seemed to have stopped, Kyle saw Jormun.

It was already too late to stop Yeokcheon’s sword. You have exposed a gap, and you will have to show your full potential to close that gap. As if answering Kyle’s question, Jormun extended his severed left hand toward the sword Kyle was swinging.

At that moment, all the constellations were shaken.

The constellations that had spread out in all directions like a spider’s web were shaken. The constellation engraved on Jormun’s left arm shined brightly. What is thus revealed is the way in which Jormún tried to hide until the end, the way in which he rebelled against the world.

Platinum-colored starlight flooded the area.

The flooded starlight was no longer platinum. Kyle encountered something shining in various colors.

···In the beginning of time, Jormun gave it the name of contrariness. Because it was his own spell that went against the principles of the time. But now, this is no longer a spell that defies logic.

It was once a blade of rebellion that went against the flow.

It is a blade that has now become the flow itself.

Heavenly law.

The rules of heaven and the principles of heaven were unfolded through the fingertips of Jormun. Kyle swung his sword at the unfolding logic. The sword of reverse heaven, filled with reverse lightning, and the law of heaven collided.

There was no cutting sound.

The sound of clashing did not resonate either.

Instead, Kyle heard the sound of something breaking.

Kyle saw something in time that seemed to have stopped. A broken blade floating in the air. Because she saw, she understood. She realized that the sword that had been with her all her life had been broken.

With a broken blade.

Time that had stopped began to flow again.

fantasy,