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Light of Beginning (4)
Kyaaaaa!
Fluid spewing from the mouth of a giant spider.
“Hmph!”
Daltimur, a warrior wearing his helmet deeply pressed down, took a deep breath and raised his shield.
Sigh! Cheeeee…!
As soon as the corrosive liquid from the monster’s stomach touches it, the metal and leather that make up the shield instantly melt and turn soft.
If it continues like this, it will go beyond the shield and even the hands will melt. The warrior quickly threw away his shield and raised his sword.
The spider’s wide open snout was right in front of me.
Kwazizig!
The blue sword splits its snout into long lines.
Wow! Kuduk!
The spider’s sharp claws crumple the armor and begin to tear the flesh inside.
“Aaaah!”
Let out a shout that is close to a scream. The warrior recalled with tears in his eyes from the pain.
A memory from so long ago that I can’t even count the years. The time when he woke up in the snowy mountains, worked as a mercenary, and settled into the Western Guild Federation.
And the army of evil spirits that came across the great western desert burned everything in one night.
“die! die! “Demon bastards!”
Hold on. fight and win
Tear apart monsters, kill demons, and finally destroy hell, the source of disaster.
He spits out the surging blood with a desperate scream and swings his sword like crazy, exploding blue sword energy.
He had already been defeated once as the city’s guard captain. A second defeat was unacceptable.
‘For the sake of the comrades who burned down along with the city…’
That was the moment the warrior Daltimur, who stabbed the spider monster’s heart and split it open, thought as his consciousness was slowly fading away.
[this. [You must have overdone it.]
“Great recovery”
Paaaaaa!
A refreshing feeling that awakens consciousness. Pure vitality that reorganizes the body.
Torn muscles reconnect and regain strength, and crushed internal organs instantly regain their original form.
“Hmm?” Before you can even come to
your senses
, countless
blessings and strengthening techniques are piled on top of your body and soul
.
Crunch! Clap!
Whiriri-Chak!
Armor embroidered with runes replaces the torn armor, and a sword and shield that might be used by powerful knights are held in each hand.
[Now go again.] Immediately after
“Touin (鬪引)”,
a thunderclap rings through my head and righteous indignation wells up from deep within my heart.
“Aaaah!”
Thinking of the city trampled by demons, Daltimur once again charged at the demons.
“We’re a better fit than we thought.”
The saint, the owner of the castle, watched from afar and smiled softly.
The bushy-bearded blacksmith next to him chuckled. He said.
“That’s right. “It would have been better if we lived on the same world line.”
“But such a thing cannot exist. Because split branches cannot become one again. “It’s only possible if we touch each other at some point, like now.”
“Puh-ha-ha!” “Is it okay for a paladin to sound like a spellcaster?”
Even as they chat casually, their eyes and hands constantly move and scan the battlefield.
Every time the sacred tattoo flashes, the air of the battlefield turns upside down, a holy light explodes, and the saint’s hand gesture scatters miracles to assist the allies.
The hands of those whose physical and mental abilities have been raised to the limit by blessings hold the weapons that protrude from the blacksmith’s subspace as if they were being sucked in.
With the blessings of the saint added to the relic armor, even an ordinary criminal was reborn as a person with more than a normal superhuman power.
“The dragons are coming. “It looks like he’s very angry.”
“is it?”
The blacksmith turned his head at the saint’s mumbling.
As I squinted my eyes a little, I saw thousands of dragons flying in the distance.
An army of dragons covered the horizon with huge shadows, like a flock of migratory birds migrating for the winter.
“The lizards are still fucking.”
The blacksmith laughed bitterly. That was the moment he lifted his hammer towards the sky.
Duddeudddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!
The ground shakes violently as if there was an earthquake.
「Area Open: Forge where the dragon’s breath disperses」
A huge chimney-shaped forge breaks the ground and rises.
「Panacea for all ills」
Churrrrrrrr…!!
Tens of thousands of spear blades rise from the top of the chimney, covering the dark sky with silver waves.
A long spear and shield that builds a wall of spears across the front and sides. Behind them, javelins and bows prepare to fire support.
Blue energy oozes from the eye sockets, and woven magical armor lines up in formation, each holding its own weapon.
The blacksmith, who was swinging his hammer while watching the army of weapons, lightly tapped the saint on the shoulder and smiled.
“It was an interesting conversation. “I’ll see you again in a bit.”
“Of course.”
Kwaang-!
The blacksmith hit the ground and flew up towards the dragon army.
A blacksmith who glides through the sky with the help of a cloak and jumps by kicking the air with uniquely patterned shoes.
The saint looked at that figure quietly and then looked away. Eyes sparkling with divine power were staring into a sea of overflowing yellow pus.
‘Welcome Palace.’
A scene from the Great Hell that originally belonged to Laphilem, and now a part of the Great Hell that has been unified into one by Enaxagus.
Laphilem was a nemesis who had constantly harassed the Holy Knights along with the Dragon Clan.
As such, he also had to deal with the corrupting plague demons quite often.
“God of war.”
The saint raised his head toward the sky, remembering the countless comrades who lost their lives to them.
The sky was filled with darkness without even a single star. It didn’t matter.
Because what he was looking up at was not the physical sky. The saint closed his eyes and finished his prayer with his hands together.
“Please give me the strength to destroy this evil that should not exist and save this lonely world.”
and.
“Area Opening: God’s Breath Caressing the World”
There was light.
***
Tuung –
The sound of a string being struck, faintly ringing in my ears.
Kwaaaa──────!!
A golden straight line runs without hesitation overhead, accompanied by a sound like the sound of a jet engine.
Doo doo doo doo doo!
An archer’s arrow pours out golden magic behind its trajectory, like a fighter plane flying at low altitude and scattering flares.
Each and every magical power poured out is a conglomeration of destructive techniques. It is a bomb created by the powerful intention of the transcendent.
The area below the arrow’s long path is like being carpet bombed.
「Stomp (踏步): Thunder Current(雷流)」
Gwareung-!
Traverse the road cleared by bombing.
With each thunderous step, the ground beneath your feet shatters, and even the monsters that survived the bombing are swept away by the successive shock waves.
Dallen was running towards the Palace of Destruction.
This place, once the great hell of Sun, is a place where seas of blood and mountains of corpses literally exist.
Jump over rivers of molten metal and run past barns of red-hot bronze bulls.
When I raise my head, what I see in the distance is a huge palace towering in the heart of hell, where only fight and death exist.
His destination was the highest spire in the palace.
[Are you sure that’s where it is?]
A roar is heard from nearby. It was Dallaine.
Tushin, whose entire body was covered in black lightning, was easily following Dallan’s sprint.
Dallen was wondering what to say in response, but shrugged his shoulders. Even if it wasn’t him, there was another lightning magician itching to talk about.
[By design, that is the only place. The unity of Hell was built one after another from the Palace of Destruction. In that case, the bond between the original Ruin Palace and the Interstellar Throne must still exist.]
[Damn. Does it look like you’re asking because someone hasn’t heard of that? What he says is a typical spellcaster…]
[I’m not alone in this thought. The necromancer agreed. Isn’t he the most expert when it comes to Hell?]
Daeltarion nodded backwards. It was in the direction of the Land of the Dead, on the other side of the Palace of Destruction.
[If you’re not sure, go back and ask Dallum. I don’t know how kindly a warlock who is tired of fighting off an entire army of dead alone will respond to a wild-eyed barbarian like that.]
[Tsk, that’s it. Is there anything to be gained by arguing with the desk-heads?]
Tushin clicked his tongue and turned his head, snapping his fingers. Then the mountain of corpses blocking the path burst open.
「Toryukham(吐陸陷)」
A feast of lava and fireballs flying in all directions.
「Chiwoojincheong(驟雨振靑)」
Let’s dig it!
Following the lightning magician’s hand gestures, blue thunderbolts flowed like a river, blocking the by-products of the pouring lava and creating a passage for the lightning.
[I just completely trust our seeker’s judgment because he asked to go.]
“…Thank you.”
Dallon answered as he ran through the inside of the lightning passage.
After summoning all the heroes from the well of Yeokcheon, his strategy consisted of only one main point.
To find Enaxagus’ secret location hidden in this infinite scene of hell.
And then somehow penetrate into it and split the head of the guy who was watching this whole fight in two.
That was why only Dallan and the two of them penetrated into the enemy’s formation while hundreds of heroes and six transcendents faced the forces of hell.
In any case, the forces of Great Hell will pour out infinitely.
Even if they were transcendental beings who could fly and crawl, their strength would be exhausted if they just sat still and blocked the demons that came.
[Uuuuuu!]
The cries of the dead echo from beyond the horizon behind me.
The arrival of the divine necromancer Dalum Jive into the realm carries its aftermath hundreds of kilometers away.
[I can’t believe that guy has already arrived. I don’t think it’s very easy to endure.]
“…….”
It’s not that I’m not worried about the heroes’ safety.
Although they are summoned as part of the realm, the pain they suffer here is a stark reality.
Although an army of hundreds of immortal superhumans was raised with the support of saints and blacksmiths, the spirit of repeated death and resurrection is bound to wear out in the end.
Not only are the necromancers who fight off legions of the dead alone, but the situations of martial artists and summoner archers who fight against other armies of hell will not be easy either.
“…….”
But the more it happens, the more all you have to do is run forward.
Ending this fight quickly is the outcome that heroes who fight even beyond their own deaths would hope for.
[We are here, hero of the prophecy. Hurry up and go up.]
Before we knew it, we had arrived in front of the gates of the Palace of Destruction.
The two people who ran together immediately turned around, stayed in place, and leaped towards the spire with their backs to them.
「Stepping」
Climbing a nearly vertical wall.
「回冥」
Jump over the gap in space and head towards the top of the spire.
The spire of a huge palace stretches dozens of kilometers into the sky.
The structure of Hell, built in defiance of physical laws, was appropriately described as literally reaching into the sky.
「Black Thunder」
「Unknown Lightning Blade」
「Fully Opening of the Territory: Ocean of Thunder that Swallowed Hell」
「Red Spirit」
At the bottom of the spire, black lightning and red lightning begin to mix together. do.
The power of the transcendent poured out against the demons and monsters of the Palace of Destruction who had been pursuing the three people.
Climb the steeple, leaving behind the hot air. Finally, I reached the top and kicked down.
Hwiiii…!
The sound of the wind circling harshly in my ears.
Air resistance pushing a rising body.
The sky in front of you is dark without even a glimmer of light.
There was no sign of any presence or magic there.
‘I have to say something that makes sense.’
This is a terrible world where the evil magic of hell boils everywhere.
It’s absurd to say that you can’t feel any energy even though you’re this close.
In the same vein, in this place where the five great hells were united, the Hell of Enaxagus was the only one that was not visible from the beginning.
He would definitely be watching the battle from behind while pushing his subordinates forward, watching for an opportunity.
But that ends here.
The moment the body lost its momentum to hit the spire, it reversed itself in the air.
「Domain descent」
「Inverted waterfall」
Overturns the very concept of above and below only within the local scope where he is.
「Reversal」
In this way, the scenery of a lake rippling on the ground is contrasted with the sky like a pitch black sea.
Woooooong────
Dallon’s new model falling straight into the sky.
The dark expanse beneath your feet gradually begins to look like a wide surface of water.
Good!
Concentric ripples occurring beneath your feet.
“Waterfall rising upside down”
“Weight”
clang!
Breaking down the existing laws with the power of the realm.
What I thought was sky was actually water.
What I thought was sleep was actually another sky.
Dallon, who was turning upside down and breaking the celestial sphere facing him, saw the real sea spread out below and the throne in the middle of it.
[…Dallen.]
The voice of an evil god calling his name directly for the first time.
The eye light shining from the mask-like face was a manifestation of an overwhelming power that could not even be compared to what was encountered in the sky above the Geumgang Palace.
The magical power of an evil spirit that deceives the opposite sex just by encountering it and breaks its will just by hearing it.
In front of the wave of power of the five great hells united, I grit my teeth and pull out the sword I had stored away.
A smile appeared on the evil spirit’s mask. The power that shakes the core has become even stronger.
[Okay, Dallon. I have observed your power well until now. Now join me….]
“Shut up you motherfucker.”
[……?!]
━━━━━━━━!!
The throne was split in half.
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