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Reminiscence (2)
Taang!
Fire spews out from the muzzle of the gun. What stuck out through the flames was a round lead bullet.
A lead bullet flying towards the heart, breaking the pouring raindrops. Dallen glanced slightly to check the trajectory.
Immediately after, the ax flashed.
Knock-knock!
The sound of metal pieces colliding and the dull sound of being hit rang out almost simultaneously.
The lead bullet shattered when the ax was swung, and the ax flew back and stuck in the shooter’s head.
Dallen retrieved his outstretched hand and naturally caught the spear stabbing at his side. The soldier who was stabbing the spear looked suffocated.
“…Tsk!”
A soldier staggering and being dragged. However, he held on so tightly that he never let go of the spear.
It didn’t matter. Then all you have to do is swing the soldiers together.
Kwazizig!
Pieces of armor scattered in all directions. Flesh and blood dripping down.
The long spear and the soldier hanging on it knocked down about 20 additional men. Dallen put down the broken spear. My mouth felt unpleasantly salty.
Gurgling!
The sky flashed. The lightning that struck in the distance instantly turned the shadows of buildings and people upside down.
What was revealed in the brief light were faces filled with fear. Heavy rain poured down, drenching the collapsed buildings. Light red flowed like a river between the broken flagstones.
“…monster.”
“Murderer! devil!”
“Kill the imperial henchman!”
Crowds carrying torches and weapons shouted. Words and actions that contradict the frightened expression.
Dallen swung his ax in silence. These were cries that weren’t worth answering anyway.
‘Is this the fifth time?’
The place where Dallon was standing was a city on the outskirts of the empire.
After the Eastern Knight Kingdom and the Western Guild Federation, the background has already been changed for the fifth time.
‘Small town Jurgran.’
A place where ancient, forgotten great magic lies in fragments.
And in some cases, cities rebelled against the imperial family in the mid to late period.
The character in the last episode revived the old great magic by sacrificing the entire city in order to suppress the city’s rebellion and receive compensation from the empire.
Old memories came to mind without difficulty through the pouring rain.
“launch!”
Ta-da-da-da-dan!
The rifle unit positioned on the roof of the building fired a volley of fire.
Dallen stamped his foot lightly. Then the ground flipped over with a crash, and several meters of soil rose up like a wall.
“Moose…gagging!”
Dozens of flashes of light flashed beyond the wall of earth and sand.
What sparkled in the dim moonlight were weapons such as spears, swords, shields, and helmets.
The weapons that had lost their owners and were rolling on the roadside rained down through the dirt piles, completely collapsing the upper floors of the building where the rifle units were located.
Kugugugugung…!
Dallon, leaving the collapsing building behind, suddenly looked up at the sky.
The background was changed five times. Battles and massacres were unavoidable each time.
The piled up corpses numbered in the tens of thousands. Right now, just in the small town of Jurgran, there is more area covered with corpses than exposed flagstones.
From some point on, his hand was swinging an ax inorganically. In the silent butchery, he was able to realize.
Why did the newly born evil spirit of the bottomless pit prepare such a gift for him?
Gurgling!
Shades turning over again. Dallen’s eyebrows twitched involuntarily as he looked up at the sky.
The air high in the sky was shaking again. It was a move to change the battlefield because they thought enough deaths had accumulated.
‘That doesn’t work.’
For a brief moment, Dallon put his hand into his bosom.
That exquisite gap where the battlefield changes. The opportunity was literally just a moment.
It’s not for nothing that I’ve been silently playing with my hallucinations through the five battlefields so far.
If the identity of the new evil spirit is as he thinks, he will be preparing for his opponent’s movements as thoroughly as he is.
Wow –
the repeated use of inorganic axes while piling up tens of thousands of corpses was an arrangement made to create even the slightest crack in that vigilance.
Now that the Phantom Killer of the Dark Moon had been taken out from within, it was time to see the fruits of that arrangement.
“Tassum.”
A starter word recited softly.
The Phantom Slayer, who was emitting a low sound, began to tremble with his sword body.
An act similar to the one that caused the spell slayer to go berserk and break the barrier on the way to the High Orc’s sanctuary a long time ago.
When he was helping the High Orcs, he was simply pushing the abilities of the artifact to its limit, but now that he has obtained the ancient Sandwind Dynasty’s Burning Spirit, it is different.
Since ancient times, beings with will can break their own limitations.
The true power of Tanryeong was that it could explode its potential several times more by awakening its will and raising it as a living spirit.
“Lux.”
Kiiiiing—!!
The illusion slayer’s sword body begins to oscillate like a wave. It wasn’t just an optical illusion.
The metal that makes up the sword, the ancient letters, and even the will engraved within it begin to break down its entire limitations.
Damn it,
the dagger, which was broken from the tip, became a ray of light and was shot out. It was towards the background that was starting to rippling and changing high in the sky.
The beam of light extending from the ground soon collided with the swirling air near the dark clouds.
At that moment, the world shook and shook greatly. It felt like I was seasick.
Dallen closed his eyes for a moment and opened them, feeling the kind of dizziness he hadn’t felt in years.
The surrounding scenery had changed once again. This time it wasn’t a hallucination.
A low cabin, the vacant lot around it, and the dense foggy forest of the dark sea and moon spreading beyond the vacant lot.
As I turned my shoulders, which were sore from a long fight, I heard a familiar voice from behind me.
“…Dallen?”
It was the voice of the witch whose head had been blown off earlier.
***
“Is that really you, Dallon?”
Sienna’s tone was as cold as ice. It reminded me of the first time we met in the crow’s nest.
“If it’s really you, anything is fine, so provide evidence.”
She was aiming her hand at Dallen with a wary face.
Feathers fluttered and fell around where she stood, and black and white magic glowed between her fingers.
“…….”
Instead of answering right away, Dallon looked around. Sienna was not the only one who drew her weapon out of caution.
Lucia Farn Felver, Tommy Bjorn and Akasha.
The reason that each person was raising their magic power and preparing to unleash the realm if the circumstances occurred was probably due to the corpses of the doppelgängers lying on the floor.
The dozens of corpses that had been torn apart by spells and white flames all looked exactly like the seven people except Dallan.
It was not difficult to guess that a fierce battle had just taken place.
“…stop. “It’s Dallen.”
It was Felber who broke the tense tension. Sienna wiggled her long eyelashes and questioned the wizard’s action of lowering his wand and softening his magic power.
“How can you be sure? “The other doppelgängers had the same appearance and surface magic power.”
“My soul is bound to Dallen’s soul. Unless you truly copy the soul, it is impossible to imitate the contract between a dragon and a descendant.”
“But…”
“The Second Mother Wizard is right. Other than my father, I have never seen anyone with such a strong and expansive soul. “I can clearly feel the presence of a third mother.”
“There is a faint hint of divinity in it. “Dallen is right.”
As Akasha and Lucia joined in, Sienna had no choice but to conserve her magical power.
Of course, there was still a slightly dissatisfied expression on his face. She asked as if it were the last time.
“Then tell me. “How good are your cooking skills?”
“…Fuck. Does it really have to be that kind of question?”
“It’s really you. “I was worried.”
The witch’s face softened. On the other hand, Dallon looked like he had been bitten by a bug.
Sienna and Lucia twitched the corners of their mouths almost at the same time, perhaps because they found that oddly sullen expression funny.
Dallen sighed and shook his head. Rotten. The number of corpses recovered is in the triple digits, so why isn’t there a single instance of cooking skills?
“Anyway, everyone finally got together. It was a short but long time. “The hallucinations were so vivid that I almost got fooled.”
“What kind of hallucination was that, old man?”
“These were mistakes I made when I was young. It was a past that I had already overcome in a small area… but the hallucinatory effects of the implicit seaweolryeong were beyond my imagination. “How was it for you?”
“…well.”
In response to the question asked while stroking his beard, Dallon shrugged his shoulders and looked around.
The fact that tens of thousands of people were massacred was not a good story to bring up. It seemed like the new evil god was targeting only him.
“Still, I somehow made it to the exit.”
The place where the group gathered was a large open space.
A dry vacant lot without a single tree or grass growing around a quiet cabin.
Perhaps because the trees and grass had not grown, the thick fog that spread throughout the fourth floor of the labyrinth could not seep into the vacant lot.
It was as if an invisible boundary line had been drawn around a fifty meter radius of the hut.
This hut was the end of the Silent Moonlight and at the same time the entrance to the 5th floor of the labyrinth.
The group naturally walked towards the cabin. At that time, Sienna suddenly opened her mouth.
“Now that I think about it, it’s strange. “Wasn’t the Doppelgänger of the Implicit Sea and Moon Spirit originally insubstantial?”
[Surprisingly, you are very knowledgeable in this area. After all, he is the owner of the crow’s nest.]
The answer came from behind.
It was inside the dense foggy forest of the dark sea and moon on the other side of the clearing facing the cabin door.
“There are probably very few modern explorers who have reached the fourth floor… Have you studied any of Paul Ackerman’s writings? “I should have asked Sienna in my world line.”
A sea of fog that suddenly splits into two sides.
The person walking out between them was a large, half-naked man.
Thump –
The earth shakes with every step.
Boom….
Bright red lava overflowed beyond the footprints left along the path.
The electricity flowing through his fingers was jet black, and in his eyes, a blue energy was burning like a natural flower.
Compared to the dragon god he had fought against not long ago, the energy leaking from the man was more than twice as great.
“Dallen. “That person…”
Sienna stammered, forcibly holding back the body that had been retreating without realizing it.
Since she guessed Dallen’s identity extremely closely, it wouldn’t have been difficult to guess who the man in front of her was.
“okay. “What you think is probably right.”
The man’s physique itself was similar to Dallon’s.
He had his upper body covered with large and small scars exposed through torn armor, and he had an ax, sword, and shield hanging around his waist and back with a leather belt.
He is a head and a half taller than others, and his muscles wriggle like rocks, adding to the intimidation of his scar.
With their thick faces, low-pitched tones, and dark, hollow eyes, it wouldn’t be strange to think of them as twins.
“Daline.”
“Oh, you remember my name. “It’s an honor.”
The man laughed lowly. Dallen could see a faint hint of nervousness in his smile.
Could this phenomenon be related to the gray shimmer that peeks through the gaps in the armor as if it is somehow incomplete?
Something that cannot be known right now. Dallen let his thoughts go and stared at the letters lined up above the man’s head.
[The corpse of a fighter who fell into the abyss was found.]
The end of the last episode was right in front of us.