Episode 1152 Turning Point (8)
Sense of death.
A feeling of losing one’s sense of self and reason.A feeling that one’s existence is becoming infinitely light.
Since life is given only once, one cannot become accustomed to death. Nor should one. Those who do not are merely unwilling to show it.For intellect seeks to persist, and instinct seeks to survive.
The undead are a race born of death, but they are not merely the dead. Though empty, their decaying footprints remain on the continent.They are moving.Leaving traces is the exclusive property of the living. Then, are the undead alive or dead? What distinguishes them has always been ‘will’.
What did your footprints leave behind?
Death is precisely the emptiness where the meaning of any existence cannot be discussed; even if the body is annihilated, if the will remains and dwells in the heart, the lifeline continues.
That’s right.
That is why I am alive.
Kuuuuuung!
Germael stepped on the true angle.
The cracked earth soon rose irregularly, and the fault lines shifted. The moment the evil energy emanating from the Sword of Famine passed by, not only the nearby vegetation but even the vibrant ground withered away.
Countless undead swarmed from all directions, covering the surface with violent screams.
10th Commander.
The hive constructed by the power of the First Commander was vastly different from any other undead legion. Though their bodies were dead, their will was surging fiercely.
If you combine all their strengths, it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were the most troublesome among the commanders, excluding the 1st through 4th commanders.
The Xerion Empire’s greatest military power, second only to Akhand and Nekbael, mobilized even its numerical superiority to face a single individual.A single transcendent being, a single god, and a single human who had staged a rebellion all by himself.
Kwagwagwagwagwang!
A dark red lightning bolt struck, tearing apart the doom of the apocalypse woven with power.The residual lightning spread, obliterating parts of the desperately approaching swarm, then returned to a single point where the concentrated magic pointed at Germael.
[… … !]
Germael twisted his upper body abruptly.
The shoulder blade shattered after being grazed by the beam.
Even the power granted by the Apostle could not dare to resist destruction. What he had felt and experienced in the Battle of Destiny long ago awakened in Jermael the nostalgia he had left behind on the battlefield.
In response to such a Germael, the 10th commanders wailed much more violently.
The city of Martes has already collapsed.
The corpses used as sacrifices, the bodies gathered to provoke Verden, left not even ashes. The streets defiled by blood and organs, and the buildings stained with all manner of death, now remain only as memories.
The traitor has not yet crossed the line.
Every time Verden swung [Interis], the colony’s power was depleted in real time.
Thunderclap
The Maximized Thunderbolt fell and settled in his hand, plunging vertically into the ground with all his might. His vision was stained with madness and destruction.
A crater that destroyed an area with a radius of several kilometers.
The sight of Verden bursting out from there and overwhelmingly ravaging the colony made even Germael hesitate for a moment before taking a step. Hisblue eyes, stained crimson, were filled with the same murderous intent as theirs in the Battle of Destiny.
However… the variables are the injuries and fatigue sustained while facing the Evil Dragon Nekhbael. There are vulnerabilities. And, the heavy pressure and sense of responsibility of having to shoulder the deaths of others.
Germael’s presence blended into the hive.
The traitor’s mind is already driven.
For the sake of the meaning of Yuksado.
Scenes resembling the apocalypse passed by left and right. Germael, having infiltrated the Legion of Corpses, had somehow occupied a blind spot in Verden.A target designated by the power of famine cannot sense Germael.
The blade of famine was swung silently.
BANG!
Verden bent [Interis] behind his back without even looking, blocking its power. The territory of the Principality of Liviant that the two were standing on split open like a spiderweb.
The sounds around seemed to stop.
Has the power been seen through?
Germael unleashed his technique without hesitation, connecting power and the sword path from bottom to top.
The staff rotated.
As soon as sparks flew, a swarm of undead swarmed in, distracting Verden. They were relentlessly targeting the wound in his side.
A stab wound pierced by the claws of the Evil Dragon.The thick evil spirit that could not be driven out.That part of the body that had already absorbed Germael’s attack while protecting Conrad and Lord Paite.
Verden’s current weakness.
The small blade that emerged from the splitting of the Sword of Famine struck Verden’s shoulder. It infused the power of blood drainage directly into the blood vessels, destroying them from the inside.Firmly gripping the joints with the blade to prevent smooth movement, it pulled its upper body back and attempted to slash Verden’s throat with the tip of the sword.
Famine: Thirst
Lord Arcane: Destruction
The blows crossed.
Germael’s strike failed to reach him. Verden’s fingertips shot out in a straight line, snatching away Germael’s arm from the lower part of his palm to his elbow.His forearm, having been ground horizontally, was left in tatters with only half its original thickness remaining.
And, excruciating pain.
[─────────────!]
Germael’s scream echoed throughout the entire Principality of Liviant.Although his body, being undead, felt no pain, Verden’s magic disregarded reason as if it were only natural. Dead blood dripped down.
Germael staggered backward.
Next is the left arm.
Verden blasted away the hive, emitting the dark magic that was ceaselessly filling his magic circuits. Light of magic leaked from his cracked skin.His internal injuries had also deepened.Although he was clearly self-destructing, his power had become stronger compared to the beginning.
Does that mean the more you are pushed to the limit, the higher your level becomes?
Crunch crunch.
Germael severed half of his now-useless right arm and assumed his stance. Although a limb had been blown off, Verden was bleeding just as much.
[I look forward to it.]
The remaining 10th commanders are about half or less.
Whoosh!
Verden threw a spear. The staff, filled with magical power, surged forward, shattering the colony, but Germael accurately caught it and struck it back with his power.
At that moment, the light flickered.
──────────!
The End of Order [Interis] swallowed Germael at close range.
* * *
High-powered elemental magic rained down. The pattern was completely unpredictable. Even that was a bombardment method executed with thorough calculation.
The wizards of Eon unleashed great magic and activated the magic particle cannon.
Kwagwagwagwagwagwagwa!Kwagwagwagwagwagwang!
A thick, blue beam flew in and exploded into the Scalum Fault.
Flames and smoke shot up from a canyon large enough to accommodate a major city. Craters formed here and there demonstrated the destructive power of the weapon.
[Impact confirmed.]
Alpha personally commanded the offensive.
Beta remained at headquarters.
Alpha, operating as a mini-golem frame, does not die even if destroyed.This is because its main body is located at the golem research facility. Its memories were also shared in advance. It was reasonable for Alpha to come to the scene for a quick decision.
[Removal failed.]
Akand breaks through the thick smoke and breaks through the canyon head-on.
First line of defense.Second line of defense.Third line of defense.
Despite the thorough defenses, Arkhand did not bypass them. It was not difficult to guess his intention: to face the entire World Alliance’s forces alone.
[Bombing resumes.]
Resume the bombing!!
[Power Particle Cannon. Angle adjustment performed. 1st Particle Cannon 13.4 degrees. 2nd Particle Cannon 15.6 degrees. 3rd Particle Cannon 16.8 degrees. 4th Particle Cannon 19 degrees leftward. 5th through 8th Particle Cannons. Same angle in order. Rightward.]
The canyon was devastated once again.
Bang! Bang!
Akand continued to advance, slicing through or blocking magic with his dragon sword. Hedodged the torrential rain of 6th-tier elemental magic that rained down in unison with movements that were inhuman. The power in his toes crushed the rocks.
Just as he was about to accelerate, a beam of magical power suddenly bent and struck Arkhand.
Kwaaaaang!
Alpha’s computational power succeeded in predicting Arkand’s path. A barrage of magic particles followed and rained down on the same point.
Akand stepped back, gripping the dragon sword in reverse and scraping the ground, and let out a small gasp of admiration.
Hoho.
It was a sincere compliment.
As I straightened the handle and let the blade hang to the side, the Dragon Sword [Magras] pulsated.
Type 1 – Glaros.
An overwhelmingly massive sword energy surged forward, encompassing both the left and right sides, and aimed at all the particle cannons installed in the Great Canyon at once.
The Allied Forces’ shield cannot withstand it.
Intensification
Adrian and Leonhardt countered the sword energy by manifesting their special techniques and miracles.With the highly concentrated Lissandro’s Fruit potions supplied by Levana and the healing provided by the clergy, they recovered from the fatal and severe injuries sustained while fighting the Second Commander.Although they were by no means in normal condition, they were still able to wield their swords.
“Cough……!”“Haaah!!”
Serendia added strength with magical power, and Merquien with an arrow imbued with a primordial spirit.Furthermore, it was only after receiving support from other national-level forces that they were barely able to deflect the sword energy. They had not canceled it out; all they could do was deflect its trajectory.
Instead of the Allied defense line, the cloud layer split open.
Facing Adrian and Leonhardt, who were in charge of the vanguard, Akand spoke.
“It seems you haven’t fully absorbed the price of your victory over Rakdion. You’re pushing yourself too hard.”“Shut your mouth.”“Put those behind you in the lead.”
Akand gestured.
“Without the sacrifice of others, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”
Adrian and Leonhardt simultaneously flared up and charged. Entering the realm of speed, Adrian sliced through space with his light sword, surging forward.
The attack had no effect even on Akhand, who had just been resurrected on an island in the Hiaremar Inland Sea.Although he may have grown stronger since then, the result would likely not be much different now that his energy has not fully recovered. However, he can serve as a cornerstone.And if he can recreate, even for a brief moment, the sensation of having killed Rakdion, he might be able to strike him down.
Just then, the Dragon Sword struck right in front of my eyes.
“……!”
Akand threw the Dragon Sword.
It cannot be blocked.If you block it, the light sword breaks.
That is the characteristic of the Dragon Sword that conquers all things – Magras.
Bang.
Adrian was caught in the face the split second he braked and was about to accelerate again. He opened his eyes wide. He hadn’t expected to be caught at all, even though he had slowed down for just a moment.
A variable that the World Union is forced to overlook because it is not clearly known.
Akand’s full power.
Completed as the Sixth Apostle, he finally revealed his true feelings at the Scalum Gorge. Even greater than when he faced the Beast King Antias in Delharun.
The ultimate state of full bloom achieved by being chosen by ‘you’.
He had no intention of controlling his strength any longer.
Boom!
Akand shifted his stride, lifted Adrian, and slammed him down. The impact to the back of his head was so great that he dropped his light sword.The subsequent kick struck Adrian’s ribcage with a sweeping motion.
Leonhardt opened his eyes wide and reflexively caught Adrian, who had fallen away.
“It’s okay—”
BANG!
Leonhardt’s head snapped back as he took a direct hit from the punch. His neck cracked. It was a force that surpassed even the Apocalypse of Conquest.Whether his spine was damaged or not, not only his limbs but his entire body could not move properly.
Adrian summoned his light sword, but before he could, Akand pushed him against the wall.
As long as I have the Dragon Sword, your sword is useless.
Adrian gritted his teeth and crossed his arms. Soon, a knee kick that ignored any defense dug deep like a mace.
Crack.
The cliffs of the canyon split open.
Leaving Adrian buried in the rubble behind, I approached Leonhardt. I grabbed the young man who was attempting to recover using divine power.
“Ugh… ugh…”“That’s enough entertainment.”
Akand shifted his gaze.
Show your hand.
Alpha answered.
[check.]
The signal dropped.
Leonhardt’s eyes flashed as he gripped Akand’s wrist tightly. Adrian, having emerged from the rock debris, retrieved his lightsaber.
You probably aren’t in a physical condition to move right now.
While attempting to counter the Allied forces’ strategy, light poured down from the sky.
As the Scalum Fault Gorge turbulently, it was bathed in a sacred light that embraced humanity.
Crunch crunch.
Akhand was pushed outward. The stigmata of the Holy Lance were engraved upon his body. Dropping the blade of the Dragon Sword close to the ground, he gazed at the new Transcendent.
“It really seems like there is no other power.”“I suppose that means he is sufficient on his own.”
Adrian and Leonhardt repaired their physical damage using healing agents they had carried with them. Akand was not connected to anyone.They confirmed this nearby.Akand had not arrived leading an army of undead like the other commanders.
Akand saw the stigmata on his body.
“Better than the saint from 800 years ago.”“Saint Ersetia.”
Ersetia, who descended from the Ruas Theocracy armed with a holy spear and holy armor, asserted.
I will judge the ancient king with the light of the goddess.
