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Decisive Battle (2)
“Ki Yi…!”
The shadow elf did not die right away.
A figure with an ax stuck in its forehead, falling backwards and whimpering with blood foam streaming down its face.
Dallen scratched his chin and walked over to him. He said.
“It’s sturdy.”
“His name is Dream King, so of course he is strong.”
“Mongolian King? A corrupted shadow elf ruler?”
“okay. “The owner of the underground palace.”
Sienna asked back as if it was absurd.
“You can’t possibly say that someone stuck an ax in your head without knowing who it was, right?”
“I knew who it was. “Fuck the evil spirits.”
“…It is true that it is the incarnation of Enaxagus, but are you really saying that you did not know that the original was the Dream King?”
Dallen shrugged. How do I know that?
In the game, King Mong always hides his face under a shoulder-length veil. Plus, I didn’t see them as often as other demons or transcendents.
All I had to do was deal with a boss mob in an underground palace that I happened to conquer.
However, I wasn’t talented enough to try modeling with a program.
‘Even if I could, I wouldn’t have opened it. ‘Why would I want to see the original copy of a man’s cracked voice?’
Anyway, that was probably why his head wasn’t broken by a throw that would have shattered the castle gate.
Sienna shook her head when she saw him casually patting the head of the purring earl.
“How did you do it in the first place? The Dream King’s Curse Curtain is difficult to remove even with high-level miracles…”
“I just threw it.”
“…….”
“Anyway, if this guy is the King of Dreams, then the number of people we have to deal with when we go to the underground palace later is one less.”
Long eyelashes trembled for a moment. The witch soon narrowed her eyes and laughed.
“okay. This is how you are. I forgot. “It’s my first time seeing this in my life.”
Dallon shrugged his shoulders and looked down.
The elf with an ax on his head was glaring at him with red eyes.
There wasn’t much difference between him being the King of Dreams and the incarnation of an evil god.
Since the skull was pierced by an ax filled with magical power, its contents must have been reduced to mush either physically or magically.
“Uh…Dallu…Dal….”
Dallon slowly lowered himself.
They stared at each other, their eyes shining with a mysterious purple color and their dark eyes.
“Ugh… Ugh…!”
“Wait just a moment, Enaxagus.”
I put my foot on the neck of the guy who was gurgling with blood foam.
As I gently applied force with the hard heels of my boots, my pale face quickly turned purple.
“Ugh…!”
Everyone was dead.
Literally everyone except Lucia.
Although he was brought back to life, the fact that he died once did not change. And it wasn’t just this episode.
“…….”
Hundreds of worlds were destroyed and thousands of heroes died.
Millions of people who tried to protect the world closed their eyes, unable to resolve their grudges, and the hell it created swallowed countless souls into pain worse than death.
Countless.
Literally countless people.
It wasn’t until I stepped into the labyrinth city where everyone died, endured the pain, and brought everyone back to life that it felt real once again.
They weren’t just a bunch of polygons moving with a few lines of data, they were living, breathing creatures with souls like yourself.
It’s not okay to die and fall into the pit of hell with just one playful gesture from a bastard.
“I will soon make your body like this too.”
So it wasn’t bad.
Even the unpleasant feeling of crunching underfoot and the small noise of bones snapping.
The elf’s neck was cut off, and his eyes were so big that they seemed like they were going to pop out.
Even if it is an incarnation, it still feels the same. It is only natural that apperception will also be shared.
Dallen lifted the ax and separated it from the head, thought for a moment, and then opened a subspace.
He threw the elf’s head into subspace and spoke, leaving behind the devil’s screams.
[Geuak! What is this?]
“Let’s go.”
I pick up my ax and move on.
Two paladins, two wizards, a dwarf, two dragons, and a witch followed slowly behind them.
It was time to tear down the fortress that the evil god had built in the labyrinth city.
***
Sweet.
The slightest sign of the pressure plate being pressed.
Giggeek-
The sound of a lever being pulled followed from beyond the wall.
The wide hallway of the Geumgang Palace shook with the group centered around them.
And soon the left and right walls collapsed and a storm of bullets began to rain down.
Googgeukgeuk!
Even before the barrage hits, the floor and ceiling flip over, eliminating any place to step.
Shake! Kugwagwagwa…!
Behind the storm of lead bullets, pillars and walls attack from all directions like waves.
The corridors and floors run wild, shooting out terrifying murderous intent like living, breathing creatures, like the ruins of the Sandstorm Dynasty in the basement of the old Holy Knights.
As if the decision to open the main gate of the Geumgang Palace was intentional, the living traps were continuously attacking the group even before they took a few steps.
“Tsk.”
However, there was no need for Dallon to step forward like before.
Not only did he not become exponentially stronger by absorbing corpses like anyone else, but he was not the only one who grew steadily.
“Tsk.”
He clicked his tongue briefly, and from his fingertips, golden magic fluttered and spread out in all directions.
“Elle. Memento Cassibolg.”
Damn it!
At the lightly muttered chant, the bullets that were flying with the force of tearing flesh and breaking bones all stopped in the air.
A state where the supernormal ability can be used as a one-line spell without a full-fledged opening of the domain.
That insane application power is probably the biggest reason why a magician who has surpassed the level of an archmage and ascended to the rank of a demigod can distort the laws of the world as if he were breathing.
“Siena.”
“Hold on tight.”
Food!
Soon, feathers swirling from all directions dug in between the stationary bullets and created a path.
A black and white hallway quickly built out of thin air, with no ceiling or floor.
Slurp!
The soft yet elastic feathers naturally begin to push the party’s feet.
Like a leaf lightly floating on the current of a flowing valley, the group’s new form was shot like an arrow toward the oncoming pillars and walls.
“Inspiration! Pillar!”
“I understand!”
At Sienna’s shout, dozens of explosives came out of the dwarf’s pocket.
A storm of small iron balls that seem to be thrown carelessly, but the moment they are triggered, they only fly towards the front as if measured with a ruler.
Quagwang! Quagwagwang!
Like a modern claymore, an acrobatic stunt is performed in which explosives designed to be triggered in a specific direction are thrown at a precise point and explode at the exact moment.
The result is a miraculous scene where the waves of the structure that blocked the front are shaved away as if they had been through hundreds of years of weathering all at once, and even the aftereffects are precisely deflected by striking other pillars.
Kyaaa-kak!
“God of war. “Please come with the courage to cut down evil with my sword.”
The teeth and claws of the high-ranking monsters breaking through the pandemonium cut off and burned everything the two paladins could see.
Curses and spells fired from a distance were virtually meaningless in front of the true dragons, who were the source of mystery.
A hallway of feathers carries people along a path opened by a feast of explosives, and magical light and swordplay flash between frozen engine ships in the air.
In the middle of it all, Dallon inadvertently let out a laugh. This scene of not lifting a finger was somehow awkward yet enjoyable.
In fact, wasn’t this the episode I’d been dreaming of?
A scene where heroes from all over come together in one place, overcome their limits, and use their budding potential to break through the onslaught of evil spirits.
[Focus on recovery, Dallon. Their actions are not simply out of consideration for you.]
“I know.”
This may be because he is aware that he is the only one who can deal with Enaxagus.
The current operation is also intended to give his body, which has become completely disfigured due to the aftermath of the wide-area resurrection, some more time to recover.
How long did it continue to advance at a speed several times faster than that of a running horse?
As the enemy’s resistance gradually weakened, Dallon suddenly opened his mouth.
“The air is changing.”
It was like descending from a crack into a labyrinth.
A feeling as if the magic flowing in the atmosphere itself had been altered and the texture of the materials that make up the world had changed subtly.
“Speed up.”
「Thunderstorm」
─────!
With a single strike of the axe, everything within a hundred or tens of meters in front of you is split into pieces.
A sight where not only the machinery and monsters, but even the spells flying in front were crushed and destroyed.
「Territory opening: Silent flapping of wings in the slums」
「Black and white sword」
「Wiryeseop(違例涉)」
Wow!
Leaving behind the sounds of Akasha and Tommy gasping for air, Sienna increased her witch’s power to the fullest and increased her speed.
An art of pulling and pushing at the same time by twisting the entire space in front and behind, with black and white feathers scattered across the front and back of the group.
“The monsters are no longer following us. “It’s not that we’re behind, we’ve stopped altogether.”
“It’s like I’m blocked by an invisible border… I see. “I saw that the air had changed…”
The group, who had skipped a kilometer in an instant, soon began to feel the same phenomenon that Dallon had felt.
“okay.”
That meant only one thing.
“I have entered the twenty-six hall.”
***
Falcion, the great city of seven walls.
However, in this city, there are only five visible walls, including the walls of Geumgang Palace.
The leading hypothesis in the world was that the remaining two walls were hidden inside Geumgang Palace, but the reality was quite the opposite.
Unlike the outer areas, the sixth area, the Twenty-Six Hall, did not have physical walls.
In the first place, the Twenty-Six Hall itself was a place that did not require the concept of physical protection.
“Then this is actually the place where the realm descended.”
Parn said as he walked down the dark hallway.
The place where the group, who had shaken off the monster’s pursuit, entered was a passageway where the walls and ceiling were covered with irregular, quivering shadows.
[right. It’s Advent, which was done through expedient means by mixing up numerous techniques. They were expanded and overlapped to create a loose connection.]
“The sound of twenty-six such areas…”
[An image passed down from generation to generation to the twenty-six noble families of the Diamond Palace. This is the story of the favorite child who weaved it all together.]
The realm is the fruit of imagination and a world of independent laws unfolding in a fantasy world.
Because of its power, it was often passed down from generation to generation, passing down through generations of families, knights, or magic towers.
Of course, those who shared the domain were not able to use all of their supernormal abilities. Depending on your talent, at most you will only be able to learn a few lines of spells or some of the martial arts that come from it.
In any case, there was no doubt that a territory passed down from generation to generation could create the strength of a power unit.
The aristocratic family of Geumgang Palace went one step further.
The inherited realm itself was descended into reality and used as a fortress to protect the core of the great world.
This was also the reason why the magical power in the atmosphere changed, as when going down into a labyrinth through a crack.
In the end, both the labyrinth and the realm are microcosms unfolding within a fantasy world. As long as the environment was artificially fixed, this was also a place governed by laws separate from reality.
“Actually, I don’t understand. How is that possible? “After ascending to the 6th rank, I am now realizing just how ridiculous the story of Advent is.”
Felber spoke while creating a sphere of light without chanting. My son-in-law has brightened up a little. The shadow becomes that much clearer. Bourbon also shook his head.
[It’s an absurd story. I heard that the fully open state is technically fixed. In addition, they said they would add various expedients, including the permanent residence of the realm heir.]
“In reality, the realm is not descended. “It’s a completely open area, so in effect, it’s the result of fixing and superimposing something close to the original’s shadow several times.”
[yes. They say that human ideas are often so strange as to be surprising.]
Strangeness is a thing of the past. Dallen shook his head.
Sometimes, the dragons seemed like masters of human hymns. Even though they looked down on him as a mortal with a fixed lifespan, he repeatedly praised them for making amazing progress due to their short lifespan.
Well, the dragon was an order-maker after all. The order man’s voice was crazy. It wasn’t like yesterday or today.
Anyway, it seemed a little different to Dallen. This was simply the end taking precedence over the means.
“For some reason, even when the northern part of the continent was being destroyed, they didn’t act like bastards guarding their homes, so they were really on a leash.”
Just like what Bjorn said while quietly listening and grumbling.
In the end, it would not be a strange interpretation to say that the Transcendents ended up neglecting the problems of arrogance on the continent while trying to protect the barrier and all.
In order to maintain the core of the barrier, they tied their left foot, and in order to maintain the fake descent of the area that protects the core, they tied their right foot again.
“Wow, the main transcendental person on the leash is twenty-six. Running around in all directions trying to rescue citizens was ultimately possible because the Geumgang Palace was destroyed and the leash was released.”
[It must be the foolishness of the living who only runs forward along the finite timeline. I run as hard as I can, but it’s not unusual for my direction to deviate slightly. Moreover, now is not the time to focus on reprimands.]
“…I never thought I would get scolded by a dragon in my lifetime.”
The dwarf, who had virtually overcome his race-specific fear, had a strange expression on his face.
Anyway, what Bourbon said was not wrong.
It is important to distinguish between merits and demerits for a better future, but now is the moment to think about whether that future even exists.
What was important was the fact that this place was a connection of realms that was no different from a semi-fantasy world.
And that area was now in the hands of the enemy.
‘That’s especially true for a guy entangled in a fantasy world.’
[Oh, I see a door over there.]
At the end of the dark hallway was a door with faint light coming out.
As we lowered the latch and opened the door, a strange beam of yellow-green light enveloped the group.
“oh my god.”
“…Oh God.”
The scene beyond the door was hell.
A vast plain spreading out under the distorted yellow-green sun, rotting and spitting out waste.
The ground is covered in pus and boils, and tumors rising like gardens are constantly swelling and bursting, spewing out mutations.
Under the sky covered with clouds of acrid poison, vines and plants grow strangely and endlessly, creating a living maze.
“…I’ve seen it in the literature. “A false world covered only with poisonous diseases, pestilence, endless imitations and mutations.”
Lucia said, clutching the handle of the holy sword. Dallen nodded.
“That’s right. Of the four, this one was the first.”
This is one of the great hells ruled by the four evil gods who were devoured by Enaxagus.
It was Laphilem’s welcoming palace.
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