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Flame of the Knights (5)
“That’s right.”
A simple answer. Edgar Reinhardt sighed lightly.
The silver light shining gently from the walls and ceiling of the hall cast a deep shadow on the face of the knight commander with his head bowed.
His face had quite a few wrinkles that weren’t there a few years ago. It was a sign of aging that was uncharacteristic of a transcendent person.
“…okay.”
“Did you get some sleep?”
“To maintain the sacred law barrier, you must be awake. “It’s impossible to lift the barrier just because of fatigue when the Dragon God’s breath is right in front of the knights.”
In the end, the story goes that he couldn’t sleep at all.
It’s already been about half a year since the dragon army invaded the knights, so it means they’ve been awake for that long.
It was natural for Edgar’s face to be full of fatigue and dark shadows under his eyes.
Even if you are a 6th level transcendent, you are ultimately human. Even though it was a vessel so transcendent that it brought the realm of the fantasy world down to this earth, it did not mean that it could ignore its physical limitations as a vessel.
Didn’t Dallen always take a break after an intense battle? It was no different because it was Edgar.
“It was a pointless question. Please understand. God showed Dallan and his group going down the rift. “I heard from Lord Lucia here that its purpose is the Wishing Stone.”
Edgar tilted his head upward.
Two unfocused eyes stared at the sky beyond the ceiling of the hall.
“Although I lead the knights with meager skills, in the end, I am just a human being. “I wanted to find out if that was why.”
“What do you mean?”
“Are our chances of winning so slim that we have to bet the fate of the continent on a relic whose existence is unclear?”
“Captain, how could you say something like that…ah.”
Dallen wordlessly placed his hand on Lucia’s shoulder.
There was nothing wrong with what the leader said. It was a stark reality that the odds of winning were slim.
It is an apocalypse that could not be overcome despite hundreds of attempts. Resisting the end that was approaching in real time was not an easy task for Dallon.
If this is the case for him, who has experienced countless lives indirectly and is accustomed to seeing a gloomy ending, then how must Edgar, who has protected only one world for two hundred years, feel?
“…….”
The thoughts that I had always kept inside must have come out taking advantage of my weakened body.
At least not in a category he can understand. Respect for this could only be expressed through silence.
“…but Lucia.”
The gaze that was looking at the sky beyond the wall slowly came down.
“What is needed in a closed future is just one ray of light. “The fact that he can see that, no matter how ridiculously slim the probability, is proof that this warrior is the protagonist of the prophecy.”
“You have great faith.”
“Isn’t there a reason why God showed you your steps in advance? “I just trust you, as I always have.”
Edgar laughed. It was a detached smile.
“Noon the day after tomorrow. “I will lift the sacred law barrier.”
“…yes?”
“Let’s use the headquarters as bait to attract the dragon god’s attention. Meanwhile, go down into the crack.”
***
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Name: Dallon
Level: 50
[Strength: 80] [Skill: 72] [Stamina: 70]
[Sense: 72] [Intelligence: 70] [Magic Power: 75]
Skill: Dehaman Armor Fight (D) Night Vision (E) Leap (E) Flame Arrow (D) Lapantella’s Crushing Sword (C) Hegaleus’ Rain of Flame (C) Lightning Lightning (D) Seal of Curse (D) ) Secret Sword of Reredonara (B) Flame Ember (C) Dark Red Dragon’s Blood (A) Key to Hell Gate (C) Ackerman’s Drawing Method (C) Field’s Wind Barrier (C) Fire Spear (D) Alive Roots (D) Rapid Germination (D) Spring of Lulia (C) Soul Siphon (B) Prayer of Healing (D) Skadi’s Tide (B) Chasma’s Crimson Wind (B) Sandstorm Dynasty’s Charcoal Spirit (B) Keel Processing (B) King of the Dead (S)
*Unique Skill (30)
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“…Level 50.”
Dallen muttered as he cleared the status window.
This game was not at max level, but a rough growth goal was set.
Level 50 is virtually the same as full level. After this, not only will leveling up become more difficult than you can imagine, but increasing abilities by leveling up will also become extremely inefficient.
‘It would be right to give up on leveling up from now on.’
The level 50 achieved by defeating the Vampire Count did not change even after recovering the corpses near the county border and dropping the two true dragons.
If you think about it, even Dallon, who played hundreds of times, could count on one hand the number of times he passed level 50.
Among them, only three had reached the level of this body.
‘Electricist. Warlock. And the last episode.’
Characters who destroyed the true body of evil gods or, conversely, felt threatened by evil gods and united to fight against them.
Daeltarion was a lightning magician who had reached the end of the 6th hierarchy, and the other two were beings who had risen to the 7th hierarchy, called the Divine Rank.
These are all people who have reached the end of the apocalypse. Each person faced their own ending in some way.
How far can he, who cannot be said to be overwhelmingly stronger than them yet, get from the ending they face?
The thoughts turned into white breath and dispersed into the sky. It was the time when winter was approaching again.
“The sky is turning red.”
“…Go around pretending to be popular, old man. “People will be surprised.”
“Isn’t this a story that doesn’t concern you?”
Felber chuckled. Dallen shook his head. He seems like a guy who becomes more playful as he gets older.
“As each day passes, the sky becomes more red. “As if the sky was not of this world.”
The wizard muttered. Dallen followed his gaze.
The old man’s brown eyes were looking at the sky beyond the Barrier Mountains. Even though it was just past noon, the sky was red as if it were the setting sun.
“It’s not of this world.”
“hmm?”
“That’s what the sky looks like in Daeryongjeon, the hell where the Dragon God rules.”
In most of the episodes, I didn’t have much of a relationship with the Dragon God, but I did enter the hell ruled by the Dragon God just once.
It was when I was training the blacksmith character Dalukahim.
It succeeded in seriously injuring the dragon god who had just awakened from sleep, but failed to annihilate it, and was killed by the dragon god’s gauntlet while escaping.
“Dragons are mysterious beings. Their breath distorts the shape of magical power. “It’s okay when there are just one or two, but I heard that when dozens or hundreds of true dragons gather together, it even changes the nature of the atmosphere.”
The result is a red sky.
A scene that looked as if red paint had been applied over blue drawing paper had been slowly spreading across the Barrier Mountains for several days.
“The continent is becoming hell. “It feels like hell is encroaching on the world like a living creature.”
“This is a sight that will become a daily occurrence as the end approaches.”
As the end approaches, the movements of the evil gods are revealed to the forefront.
While the Dragon God invaded the Holy Knights, the other evil gods did not sit idle either.
Temomron waged a war of conquest with the empire in the form of a blood spirit, and Laphilem practically planted a flag in the land of the elves across the sea.
Didn’t Sun also descend as an incarnation from the north and drive the Tsarist country to the brink of destruction?
‘Now that I think about it, Enaxagus is strangely quiet.’
It was strange. Originally, he was the one who was most active in invading the continent.
While other evil gods were busy increasing their power in Hell, Enaxagus had been planting his plans throughout the continent for hundreds of years.
Wasn’t it all his work, including the countless warlocks and the secret pantheon behind the Dark Moon Empire, the continent’s greatest assassin group?
From the beginning, Enaxagus was the first and most frequent of the five evil gods to clash with Daelon.
The Apostles of Retrograde, the Witch of Ash, the Immortal Demon Arbor, and Calchas of the Chain Throne, to the extent that one can count on one hand the incidents in which he did not intervene.
‘It is common around this time of year for the Dark Moon Group to roam the continent and assassinate key figures, and for the demon army led by Enaxagus to cross the western great desert.’
Although he started a war of conquest for the empire together with Temomron, he only carried out one of the plans that had been planned in advance.
Why does it feel overly passive compared to other evil spirits who slowly begin to move directly?
He was such an annoying person when we constantly bumped into each other, but after being quiet for almost a year, I was even more concerned.
An unpleasant feeling somewhere. This intuition is usually never wrong.
‘If you think about it, Sun also hasn’t made much movement since the Northern War.’
Although he may not have fully recovered his original strength, there will still be plenty of demons under his command.
The whole continent is becoming a war zone and there is not even a slight movement? The evil spirit who went crazy in that fight?
‘No way, just like the episode I played with the warlock Dalum Jive…’
Completely unrelated events strangely follow each other. The end point was a guess that could be said to be a leap in logic.
No matter how much the evil spirits growl among themselves, there are only a handful of cases where they engage in all-out war.
How much more so that it destroys other evil spirits and swallows up that hell. It was a phenomenon that even Dallon had only seen once in hundreds of plays.
This is also a story from when Dallan’s character appeared in person. This means that it is a difficult situation to create without the enormous variable of player intervention.
‘But the barrier tower terrorist attack was also like that. If, by any chance, something like that really happened….’
Ilshin was the most powerful character in hundreds of episodes with his own strength. Even the main character of the last episode might have been in a situation where nothing could be done.
‘We must obtain the wish stone as soon as possible.’
Dallen stood up. He quickly checked his armament.
At that moment, Lucia was approaching them. She said, wearing new armor.
“Dallen is ready to leave.”
“Let’s go down right away.”
After checking the ax one last time, he walked away. The place he headed was a small building in the corner of the headquarters.
The entrance leading down to an underground ancient ruin that is usually locked because it is not often used.
It was time to meet again, an acquaintance who had helped me long ago, the royal family of an ancient nation.
***
Even dust has a smell. And the older the dust, the stronger the smell.
If I were to compare it, would it be similar to the musty smell of mold? Add a little sneezing factor and it was complete.
“greatness. Huh.”
Dallen’s expression twitched at the smell of dust tickling the tip of his nose. He was entering the underground ruins with his group.
The ancient ruins of the Sandwind Dynasty spread out underground in the vast plain where the headquarters of the Holy Knights are located.
Beyond all the traps lurking around, the labyrinth itself was a terrifying place where intruders were destroyed through soul cutting techniques.
‘Right now, this is the only exit that can be used strategically.’
Giggeek- Drurr.
As soon as you step into the hallway, a faint noise travels through the walls.
The sound of cogs turning and old machinery working. A shaking movement as if the entire labyrinth were waking up.
[Spitting – mouth – sleeping -]
The sensory level, which has grown incomparably compared to the previous time, clearly senses the murderous intent of the labyrinth toward the intruder.
A feeling as if the monotonous will has reached its peak. The moment the walls and ceiling of the labyrinth began to narrow, Dallon raised his hand.
Woah….
A faint wave spreads out from my fingertips.
Years ago it was a simple intruder, but this time things were different.
What gave this ruin the guardian’s will was the soul tailoring of the ancient Sandstorm Dynasty.
A sophisticated spell that cuts and reconnects the soul with a different concept from necromancy, which only royalty or high-ranking officials could master even during the heyday of the Sandwind Dynasty.
“Exy.”
In a softly chanted chant, a technique that compresses an ancient complex process to its limit flows out.
The moment the faint sound spreading from the fire filled the hallway, the pressure from all directions suddenly quieted down.
[…….]
Silence continued for a moment. Soon, a low shout came from the hallway.
[…Guardian Atemmidur. Meet the new owner.]
“Okay. nice to meet.”
[Order…]
“Nothing else, just bring your 14th king.”
[…….]
“They told me to bring them back through ritual mediation or something. can not?”
[You can. Please wait a moment.]
The presence of the voice slowly faded away. Dallon nodded with his hands on his waist.
Proper conversations should be held between superiors.
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