章節 392: CHAPTER 551
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The sky seemed to collapse at any moment from the clash of the two giants' power, resonating with an immense roar.
Truly absurd explosions and shocks were making the territory of Hairan no longer inhabitable.
Beasts and small creatures howled as they fled from the aftermath of the flames and shattered sword energies that spread far, almost to the horizon. Buildings melted away, forests turned to ash, and water veins boiled and evaporated.
Who can believe that this was a fight between one knight and the world's best mage.
In the meantime, the sword emperor castle is still there.
The tall and sturdy castle walls hadn't completely lost their function, and even upon seeing the broken gates, the enemies dared not venture inside.
Even the castle was almost the same as when Ron first regained consciousness and climbed onto the walls.
He has to save the place.
The place where his grandson was struggling with the white stone alone can never be destroyed. The first thing the child sees after overcoming the stone shouldn't be the broken sword emperor castle.
Ron was defending his castle with such will.
His lips were stained with dry blood, his hair scattered like that of a vagrant.
His thin upper body was full of new wounds along with numerous scars that he get over his life, and his breathing was rough.
Even so, the two eyes staring at the enemy gleamed without trembling, and his beloved sword, Rashid, constantly emitted brilliance, causing vibrations throughout the sky.
The guardian deity of Hairan.
That was the sword emperor.
"Hey, Kelliark Zipfel. You are losing, but...… It seems you have a way since you're not negotiating or fleeing. Wouldn't it be better to reveal it soon?"
Even though it was a low voice, everyone on the battlefield could hear it.
The walls of the sword emperor castle were lower, but the voices of the mages and dragons of Zipfel seemed to be coming from higher up in the sky.
As Ron took a step forward and swung his sword horizontally, a formless sword wind spread and scattered Kelliark's great magic.
In the meantime, the Sword emperor's secret technique, Heavenly flash, was executed. A deep blue sword slashed through the center of the fleet, and Kelliark swung his Hroti to offset most of it.
But it was a heavy blow. He coughed up blood, and the hand holding the staff trembled.
Still like the first time, no. Even though he uses a greater mana than that.
Ron showed no sign of crumbling under Kelliark's and fleet's attacks. As time went by, the fleet and dragons were falling one by one on Zipfel's side.
'It's not an unexpected result...… It feels quite bitter.'
Such a big gap…..?
Kelliark thought, swallowing the bitter lump that rose up in his throat. Ron's level was not a domain he had directly touched, so the outcome could only be bitter.
Just as Ron fought while protecting the sword emperor castle, Kelliark was also not showing his full ability in fighting as he was protecting the Demon God's orb from getting shocks.
But even taking that into account, Kelliark had no choice but to admit his complete defeat.
The Demon God's orb has not yet been fully unlocked.
It was because of a lack of mana. Kelliark had no energy to spare while dealing with Ron, who had become stronger, and Octavia and the Spectres infiltrated the Sword Emperor Castle to secure the white stone, so the only remaining mages and dragons were being used to open the Demon God's orb.
From beginning to end, everything was beyond his calculations.
Fortunately, the opening of the Demon God's orb was now nearing its end.
And Ron was sensing that fact.
'The fleet's attack is not as strong as expected. The Demon God's orb, perhaps he couldn't focus on the battle in order to use the item that Jin said.'
Although he said it as if he was relaxed, Ron was actually concerned about the power of the Demon God's orb.
Kelliark and Zipfel didn't notice, but Ron was getting tired too.
The long struggle with the disease and the fight that continued inside had undoubtedly taken a toll on his body. The transcendental martial arts and difference in class were the only thing that hid this fact from the enemies.
Ron himself was keenly aware of it.
'If I had just one more month, or even just 15 more days...….'
He could have fought in his prime condition.
In his current state, If Kelliark pulls out his trump card, will he be able to handle it?
If not, how much longer could he endure?
Ron was unable to answer that frustrating question. Just as Kelliark had never reached Ron's level, the Demon God's orb was completely unknown to him.
Ron only thought of his grandson.
'After fighting with a body like this, I now keenly understand how much pain you must have endured all this time….. Grandson, this grandfather finally understands the path you've walked.'
He has to fight just as the grandson did. All he had to do was silently continue the fight.
Rumble...!
Kozec's main cannon was dyed golden. The cannon was fired following the trajectory left by Heavenly flash .
Ron slashed with Rashid and cut through the center of the cannon fire. The fragments of the cannon fire and the blade did not hit the ground and disintegrated in the air.
They don't know how many times such enormous and powerful forces have already collided.
Zipfels used less than half of its normal firepower while opening the Demon God's orb, but the attacks of other mages and dragons except for Kelliark were barely visible.
Only Ron's sword and Kelliark's magic were covering the sky and the ground.
Suddenly, a new power emerged in the center of the battlefield.
As if a great vortex was unfolding in the middle of the sea, another power cut through the space between the giants.
'Is this power that started from the ground?'
'This, no way.'
Kelliark and Ron also had no choice but to be distracted by the power for an instant.
Even while Octavia and the Spectres were constantly using great magic, their power never reached the sky.
In addition, the power visible to the giants was not of light or natural elemental magic but consisted of a unique blue flame and black energy.
The flames of Jin and Misha.
It was the magic sword that surprised the giants.
"Haha."
Ron unconsciously let out a dry laugh. Even he, who had reached the verge of genesis knight, did not expect that such a formidable power would rise from the ground.
On the other hand, Kelliark couldn't find amusement in the situation.
He didn't have the slightest amount of time while dealing with Ron, but Jin and Misha's flames that reached the sky were spreading its energy even to Zipfel's fleet.
Sarah's runes, which were rewritten with shadow force, began to leave black light like tumors throughout the fleet's formation.
"Avoid it!"
Kelliark gave orders to avoid rather than block it. Even before the order was given, those who felt an ominous intuition immediately maneuvered to evade. However, those with no energy left to spare for Ron's attack couldn't properly discern those small runes.
Kelliark hastily deployed shields towards them, but the fire of the black and blue flames were already gushing like mad.
It was a type of fire that everyone had never seen before.
Nor did anyone know that the name of the flames was a condemnation to punish Zipfel's work. All they could know was this. This fire, which would by no means be easily extinguished or disappear, originated directly from the Runcandel 12th flagbearer on the ground.
It was a long time ago that the shadow force and the real blue flames became the symbol of Jin.
Each of the mages in the fleet was the best of Zipfel. Instead of panicking, they seemed to be struggling to push the flames out somehow, so the progress of the fire wasn't very fast.
'Most of the power should have been directed at Octavia and the Spectres, but is this the aftermath alone causing this extent?'
It's true that Kelliark held Jin in high esteem, but Jin could never release this power on his own.
'Murakan, or Misha, one of them must have fully released their energy to assist Jin. Jin Runcandel must have used most of his strength.'
It was as if the battle on the ground had already ended.
If Octavia and the Spectres block it, the result would be Zipfel's victory, and if not, the sword emperor's side would win.
Kelliark wasn't sure which one would win. The peculiarity of the power called shadow force could not be accurately measured even by a mage like him.
Besides, Kelliark had other issues to deal with first.
[This... Sarah... Runcandel's...…!]
Wind Dragon Salion.
He was a dragon who proved that the power of the story was weakening by unconsciously mentioning the 'ten great knights' when the second battle started.
Now, he was feeling the nightmares of that time vividly. He vividly remembered how many of his kin and mages were killed by this dreadful flame of hell.
The monstrous appearance of the Flame Empress, Sarah Runcandel.
As Salion became agitated, the other dragons also began to show signs of seizures.
The aftermath of the battle, the instinctive fear of the Demon God's orb suppressed by the necklace, and the voice of Salion—all these factors were awakening forgotten stories in them.
[Run, we must run! Aagh!]
Kelliak hit Hroti in Salion's back. It was better to stun him, lest he accelerate the undermining of the power of the story.
The lack of power will be further reduced, but it was nothing compared to the aftermath when the power of the story was further damaged.
'Anyway, if I hold on a little longer, the Demon God's orb will be unlocked.'
Within the next 30 minutes.
Kelliark raised his mana once more. The front was full of Ron's sword.
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Piiing-!
Octavia was hearing a sharp ringing in her ears. It felt like someone was tearing and messing with her mind.
'What in the world happened...'
She couldn't feel her limbs.
It wasn't paralysis. It was just that her body wouldn't respond due to the extreme shock of the flame of hell, and for a moment Octavia recalled the instant when the black-blue flames covered her.
'Did I manage to block it? What happened to those bastards? Damn it, I can't remember.'
She couldn't remember very well.
Soon, when she barely moved her hand and reflexively touched her face, Octavia realized that her own left eye had disappeared.
That was an area she could not recover with light magic.
'Did I... lose?'
Without a chance to be shocked, someone flew in beside her and fall down. He was one of the Gray Robes and a Spectre, and he had already passed away.
Only then did Octavia realize that they were fighting to protect her from the enemies.
She also knew that she would have died on the spot without them, and never even opened her one remaining eye.
章節 393: CHAPTER 552
Octavia thought that she would not be defeated even if Rosa led the Black Knights herself.
It was shocking to assume that she would lose, but this was the result of fighting Jin and Misha. It wasn't even the result of carelessness.
She obviously brought out the best magic spells she could, and even so, it was just not enough to withstand Jin and Misha's flame of hell.
It's not over yet.
She wanted to stand up again, but her broken body only convulsed.
"The captain has regained consciousness!"
"Captain, give us orders... !"
The Spectres guarding her was screaming in haste.
Due to the clash between Jin and Misha's flames and Octavia's vision magic, the battle on the ground reached its climax at once.
Both sides were desperately squeezing out their remaining strength as soon as Octavia fell. The Spectres had to stop the martial artists who were trying to seize the opportunity, and Jin and the others had to somehow finish off Octavia.
Everyone was certain that if they couldn't completely cut off Octavia's breath, there would be no next time. They had to solidify their victory while the Spectres were guarding Octavia and unable to attack properly.
3 spectres were killed and 6 spectres were injured to such an extent that they could not fight. On the other hand, all of the Vamel Alliance were injured, but no one died.
It was the result of Runcandel's magic sword breaking the magic of Zipfel. Of course, this would have been impossible if Jin had been alone.
But Misha also poured her everything out like Octavia.
While the battle continued again, Misha was unable to fight. She even transformed back into a human form to lessen her shock from the aftermath of battle and seemed out of breath.
"Miss Misha, are you okay?"
Jin was also a little tired, but it wasn't to the extent that it would cause hindrance in the battle. Misha nodded her head and smiled lightly.
"I thought she would disappear without a trace, but it seems I underestimated her a bit."
"I was lacking."
"Not at all. That thing is just a monster..."
Ugh, Misha spat out muddy shadow force and glared at the back of the spectres.
She had expected that Jin's flame of hell, with all her powers, would surely kill Octavia.
"Be careful, Jin. Octavia Zipfel... she might... probably rise again."
Jin had such a premonition.
Despite losing one eye, suffering from severe backflow symptoms, and having her body shattered, it didn't seem like Octavia would end like this.
New mana of light began to gather near Octavia, who had already collapsed. The shining mana was clinging to Octavia's body and healing her.
The Spectres waited for Octavia's command.
It was because they still had options. Will they retreat or will they fight?
On the other hand, the sword emperor castle camp had no choice. Because there was nowhere to retreat anyway.
If the Spectres had judged that Octavia was completely incapacitated, they would have chosen to retreat with her.
Octavia slowly rose to her feet. She seemed on the verge of collapsing at any moment, but the mana of light steadied her.
"There is... no retreat. Continue the battle."
At her command, the Spectres' magic became more aggressive.
Misha withdrew to the rear ranks and concealed herself within Murakan's curtain, and the rest of the martial artists regrouped around Jin.
Now, there were a total of 20 Spectres who could fight. However, the moment Octavia recovers, Jin and the others have no choice but to fight harder than before.
"The same goes for us, Octavia Zipfel."
There were still remnants of the flames in Bradamante. Jin released his remaining mana to rekindle the fire.
It seemed to be a sign of something. As soon as the sword started burning, Jin's party and the Spectres threw their swords and staff at each other again.
Everyone was tired and hurt. No one can fully display their original skills on the ground battlefield.
That was why their battle was getting closer to the original form of the act of 'fighting'. It was a primitive and brutal skirmish, akin to a brawl.
The mages stabbed by the sword and the knights struck by magic roared like beasts rather than screaming.
In particular, the strength of Jin and the sword saints stood out.
In such a pure fight, it was only natural that the sword of Runcandel and the Hairan's sword of overlord, which was made after that sword, would shine the most.
Desperately.
Jin was moving towards Octavia. Bradamante, dyed in black, collided with magic and shields with each swing, and blood surged from his throat due to the backlash, but Jin did not stop.
If he stops, it's over. Since he had already entered the ranks of the enemy, falling or stopping here meant death.
The same was true for his companions who followed him into the enemy line.
It was like crossing a sea from which there was no turning back once you started swimming. The moment you stop before reaching that end, the only thing that comes to you was cold death.
Every moment there was a danger of being killed and crippled.
There was not a single martial artist afraid while throwing themselves down that road. Everyone was just looking at Jin's back, pushing away the enemies flying into his blind spot, and they were trusting him and moving forward.
'Why isn't the 12th flagbearer falling...!'
'Damn it, you mean you still have strength left after reducing the captain to that state!'
Always, the human named Jin Runcandel could not be understood by the mages of Zipfel.
How on earth can he perform miracles like this every time. Despite objectively holding the upper hand in power every time, why were they being pushed back? What was this strength?
When did he become such a huge enemy....
Even if they used great magic with all their might, Jin's breakthrough speed showed no sign of slowing down.
This time, he'll stop, this time he'll take a step back, this time he'll fall...!
All those predictions were proven wrong. Even when, the Spectres' chain magic hit Jin's chest directly, he showed no sign of taking a hit.
The chain magic seemed to pass through him like a ghost.
Wait, it felt like it passed through a ghost?
Shit!
At that moment, the members of the Spectre Corps had to realize a terrible fact.
The fact that they were fooled by the black dragon Misha's mischief once again.
From the middle of the breakthrough, what the Spectres were attacking wasn't the real Jin. It was Jin's illusion that Misha had created before withdrawing to the rear.
Unlike the shadow force doll, the virtual image has no physical power, but it was enough to deceive the enemies who lost their focus.
"Can you afford to put so much effort into illusions? I don't think so."
Jin said, thrusting his sword into the belly of a spectre.
He was hiding among the Spectres while their attention was focused on the illusion. And the Spectre he killed was the person who guarded the front of Octavia.
By then, Octavia was holding her own in a considerably improved condition. However, she was only better than right after being hit by the flame of hell, and she was not yet able to fight.
"Stop him!"
Mana beam flew through the bodies of the Spectres, which hadn't even collapsed yet. Jin barely turned his head, and the beam of light just brushed his cheek.
He couldn't afford to dodge the ensuing attack, but Sword saint Ruyan stepped forward at incredible speed to protect him.
Ruyan's wrist was as thin as a dry twig. It was unbelievable that it was the wrist of a knight who had trained all his life.
The rest of the Sword saints who followed him also have thin appearance like him.
But as they grew thinner, their swords became sharper. Just like a flame blooming in full bloom right before it goes out.
Jin didn't even have time to say thank you or exchange a glance. Jin continued to advance, leaving the Sword Saints behind.
"Octavia Zipfel!"
Swoosh-!
The shadow force and flame surrounding Bradamante grew thicker. Octavia was avoiding Jin's sword by awkwardly stepping backwards.
It was inherently unacceptable for someone of her caliber to take step back into battle so clumsily.
No matter how much she was mage, she had basic hand-to-hand training that she needed to deal with knights, and she never stepped backwards even when dealing with Sword Saints who were clearly superior to Jin.
The movements she had to resort to wear something you might see in a street brawl, but Octavia had no other choice.
'If only I had one more minute to recover…!'
However, Jin couldn't land a clean blow on her, despite her reckless attacks.
The Spectre Corps was a formidable force. Although the sword saints and his companions risked their lives to push them back, it was not enough to completely break down the last line of defense.
If Octavia were in perfect condition, they wouldn't have made it this far in the first place.
The wind of the blade brushed her nose, and Octavia felt her whole body turn cold with cold sweat.
'Now 55 seconds, 54... damn it!'
The time felt so long.
It seemed that her subordinates would not be able to fully protect her within that time. It wasn't because the Spectres lacked abilities.
Jin was just special to the extent that it can never be explained in terms of being strong, great, or lucky...…
Amidst the onslaught of sword strikes and magic, Jin, as always, had one thought.
Cut.
Before learning the shadow sword 1st technique from his brethren, he was practicing the essence of the magic sword that he had already realized.
He was armed with the will to slash without fail.
That will reach Octavia once again, escaping the encirclement of the Spectres.
The moment the black sword energy was raised to the sky to cut Ocativa, she had to face a giant and dark emotion she had long forgotten.
Fear.
The fear of inevitably dying in this situation.
"Aah!"
"Ahhh!"
The moment the sword fell, Octavia and Jin screamed at the same time.
The Spectres' mana beam hit Jin's back. His shadow force armor blocked it, but the shock made his eyes go blank for an instant, so Bradamante could not cut Octavia in half.
Squeak-!
What Jin slashed was Octavia's right hand, which reflexively extended with her staff.
Black-blue flame stuck to the severed surface and prevented the recovery with the light magic, and her severed hand instantly turned to ashes and scattered.
It was too risky to press on further.
'I need to regroup with allies and seize another opportunity. Octavia's recovery will be delayed anyway, so we should be able to win...!'
If he pressed on, even if he survived, his allies would undoubtedly die. Jin retreated, looking down at the fallen Octavia.
"For someone who once spoke as if there was nothing to fear in the world, what about now, Octavia Zipfel? Is that arrogant spirit still intact?"
Octavia had lived a long life, and there was only one more moment when she faced humiliation than today, the day she faced Chiron.
Whether it's because of Misha's participation in the war, or Jin's sword skills and his struggles surpassing the expectations, or Jin's special nature.
For whatever reason, Octavia had lost in the ground battle. She was completely defeated even though she had absolute superiority. Octavia herself could not deny this fact.
"This battle is your victory, Jin Runcandel."
"I haven't cut you yet, so it's not over. And it would be more accurate to say it's the victory of the Vamel Alliance and the sword emperor castle. If you die, you won't be able to...."
The moment he said that.
Suddenly, Jin felt a terrible aura starting from the sky, which he had felt only once a long time ago. Jin's companions were feeling the same aura as Jin perceived.
Octavia said in a calm voice.
"However, my defeat does not necessarily mean the defeat of Zipfel...… It might be regrettable for you guys."
What the group felt was the energy of the Demon God's orb that had finally been opened.
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