novelraw Chapter 185 : Chapter 185
Chapter 185 : Chapter 185
Chapter 185
Green .
The color of mana that had come to symbolize the fairy race at some point.
“Carpe Illusion.”
Green mana scattered from the flickering sword light.
As if watering a forest, Killian’s mana seeped into Serena’s Carpe Illusion.
Rumble.
Above the mental image that had materialized the fairy forest to near perfection, a single tree soared.
The Divine Tree that had been imbued with Silvana’s will.
“Yggdrasil.”
Another Carpe Illusion he had obtained while training in Elvenheim.
Serena’s presence was seen growing stronger with the resonating Carpe Illusion.
‘This should be enough to replenish her depleted energy.’
Killian looked at his opponent with cold eyes.
Those who had overcome the wall by training with a spear were called Lance Masters, and the man before him was one.
Regardless of how he had overcome the wall, he was a fellow who had stabilized at the 7-star.
‘To think she managed to survive against fellows like these.’
After the temple’s Warp stone started working again, Killian had immediately traveled to the Pantera Temple.
Right after, he had traveled to Hennessy again, and there he heard that the Annihilation Squad was carrying out the war on its own.
The main mission of the Annihilation Squad was to attack the enemy’s supply units, moving between east, west, south, and north.
He was told that their achievements in the war so far were not small.
He was pleased.
That they knew their roles and duties on their own, even without him.
Afterward, Killian left a simple message for the main force and headed to the safe house of the Annihilation Squad, which was on a mission.
His enhanced senses, strengthened by reaching the 8-star, told him that the Annihilation Squad’s situation was not good.
He sent Orchid Owl to those being pursued by chasers, and Hazard to Yulian’s side.
‘I won’t have to worry about those guys.’
It was when he was thinking that he was glad he wasn't too late.
“So you’re Killian Eurasia.”
The lancer, who had been analyzing the two overlapping Carpe Illusions, spoke.
“You know me?”
“Of course I do. His Highness the Prince promised an unparalleled reward to whoever kills you.”
“That Second Prince fellow, he’s up to some interesting tricks, isn’t he?”
“Watch your tongue.”
“You’re the one who needs to be careful. This isn’t the Empire’s territory.”
He said there would be no mercy for those who had invaded Eurasia’s territory.
Killian gave a stern warning.
“That fellow should know. That the likes of you can’t do anything to me.”
The gap one would feel if they had faced Killian directly.
There was no way that fellow didn't know that two or three 7-star level superhumans wouldn't be enough.
In other words.
‘Isaac Heinrich. He has another trick up his sleeve.’
But the man’s thoughts seemed to be different.
“Your arrogance pierces the heavens.”
He seemed to believe that his lord was not mistaken, and that Killian was ignoring him.
An overconfidence in his own skills.
“These Empire fellows are all the same.”
The fact that they had taken no action while Serena was deploying her Carpe Illusion told him everything.
‘I’m not the least bit inferior to the likes of you.’
The sword he was forging was so refined that it was embarrassing to compare it to such clumsy things.
If they had pushed Serena from the beginning, she would not be in this world right now.
“I am grateful for your arrogance.”
Also.
“As a reward, I will teach you the essence of war.”
“You conceited fool, to the very end……”
Slice.
The man’s head, before he could finish his words, rolled on the ground.
Flick.
Killian swung his sword, flicking off the blood on the blade.
“War is no joke.”
He made it clear who was the one being conceited in an area where two Carpe Illusions were overlapping.
“Isaac’s dogs all have some kind of grotesque power, don't they.”
Thump. Thump.
Killian warned the one who had met his ‘first’ death without even swinging his spear once.
“Show me. I need to know what you guys are up to.”
Not the arrogance of one who had overcome the wall through sorcery, but the confidence of one who had overcome the wall on his own.
As if to show the difference, Killian quietly observed the changes happening to the fellow.
Saaaaaa.
The evil energy flowing from the torso was seen reattaching the severed head.
The hand of the man who was holding the spear moved.
Slice.
Killian’s sword, moving a step ahead, cut off the man’s hand.
Clatter.
The spear rolled on the ground along with the severed hand.
“I didn’t say I would allow you to attack.”
And so, the man tasted the pain of having one part of his body severed each time another part regenerated.
It was when the regeneration had repeated more than ten times.
“Keuk……”
Suddenly, the lancer clutched his chest.
The place where his Mana Heart was.
‘As expected. Is this the limit?’
The Curse of Grotesquery was not invincible either.
He could tell that his regeneration ability had reached its limit.
Even with his face contorted in pain, he was still alive.
“Regeneration doesn’t mean there was no pain, does it.”
Slice. Slice.
He cut off both legs in succession.
“Speak.”
Killian’s voice was as cold as ice.
“Each time I hear the words I want to hear, the value of that meager life of yours may change.”
Rumble.
As he pressed down with his Haki, the man let out a groan.
“Why did you try to capture her instead of killing her?”
As the sword touched his neck, the man’s lips slowly began to part.
“His Highness the Prince… wanted it.”
“A prize of war?”
Nod.
“He gave a foolish order.”
“……”
Despite the rather rude expression, he remained silent, unlike before.
“Spill everything you know. If I sense even a hint of a lie, I will cut off your head.”
Whether the hope of staying alive was sweet, from then on, it was smooth sailing.
“His Highness has obtained the power of immortality.”
“……”
“The Magic God Stone. It is an object that is practically the crystallization of Radiance and evil energy.”
He said it was an object created by the Black Magic Tower through their research on the Curse of Grotesquery, and that it could bring the dead back to life.
‘Is that possible in reality, not just in a Carpe Illusion?’
If it were true, it was a power that could shake the very foundations of the laws of nature.
“And?”
“He said that if we capture the royalty of Eurasia or those with names… it would increase the cards we have to pressure them psychologically.”
Killian’s eyes narrowed.
The Second Prince, Isaac Heinrich.
He was a being who had been constantly mentioned since Eurasia was just a family.
‘Should I have finished him off back then?’
It would have happened if the Black Duke hadn't intervened when he had cut down Mainz Kimbel before.
“In any case, it means that fellow has brought out his full strength.”
“……”
The man answered with silence.
‘The Magic God Stone…….’
It was a tricky object, but it too would have its limitations.
Immortality was a realm not permitted to mortals.
‘It’s not a power that a brat who hasn’t even reached the 9-star can handle.’
“What do you plan to do with me?”
The lancer asked, as if in pain, and Killian answered calmly.
“Our Head Apothecary is researching the Curse of Grotesquery.”
“You mean… to use me as a test subject.”
“I’d be grateful if you cooperated voluntarily. Your answer?”
“I will obey……”
“Good.”
Killian removed the sword from the lancer’s neck.
‘This fellow is a small fry.’
He had already gotten what he needed.
There was no more information to be heard from him.
The lancer gasped for breath and let out a sigh of relief.
“Come to think of it, I forgot something.”
“……”
“I must have forgotten while I was focused on training my sword.”
“……?”
“I got a new sword, you see.”
Rundel had guided him to the temple and had briefly explained about the sword.
“Anima.”
One of the treasured swords passed down through generations to the guardians of the fairy race.
He said its ability was to take the ‘life’ of the one it cut.
‘Just like the followers of Silvana. To think they made such a strange sword.’
Smirk.
Killian gave a harmless smile.
“As it happens, a half-baked superhuman with regeneration abilities is right in front of me.”
“Wh-what……”
The moment the superhuman tried to say something.
“Consider it an honor.”
Anima emitted a green sword light.
“You are the first fellow to have his life taken by this sword.”
Slice.
Unlike before, he properly put his will into it and cut the fellow’s chest.
What came out from the split skin was not red blood, but mana tainted with evil energy.
It was likely because the fellow’s essence was not ‘human’, but ‘a being tainted by something’.
“Why……”
Not only did the lancer’s wound not regenerate, but his face began to age rapidly.
The ‘life’ that had been supporting his body was leaking out.
‘It’s strange, but it seems to be very useful.’
Things that were called master swords each had one unique characteristic.
For example, Cheonghwageom emitted Blue Flames just by accepting the user’s mana.
Aether was suitable for absorbing and releasing mana, and Demian’s Pisaro had such excellent mana conductivity that it could even cut an opponent’s mana.
Escar’s Escardo Schtenberg's Sword was specialized in accepting Haki.
And Anima, which was said to take life.
‘It is a sword that cuts the essence.’
A sword that interfered not only with the physical body but also with the soul.
‘They must have been trying to imitate Silvana’s Authority.’
“Now you too are a knight who has reached the 8-star. If you enhance the prestige of Elvenheim with that sword, even the troublesome chieftains won’t be able to say anything.”
He felt he now understood the meaning of what Ashirian had said.
The higher Killian’s prestige grew, the higher the prestige of Elvenheim and its guardians would grow in turn.
As it happened, Isaac was using a vulgar object called the Magic God Stone, so it was a perfect symbol to represent the alliance between Eurasia and Elvenheim.
Thud.
The body of the lancer, whose life had run out, collapsed.
He was shriveled up so wretchedly that it was hard to believe he had been a superhuman.
“I hope you think so too.”
Killian sheathed his sword and watched Serena’s battle.
An incomplete superhuman and one who had ascended to a superhuman through an incomplete method were crossing swords.
‘Is she being pushed back?’
Even a half-baked superhuman was still a superhuman.
The Empire’s superhuman, who had revealed his full strength, was regenerating repeatedly and scattering Haki.
Kwajik.
Serena had cut off the opponent’s limbs several times.
Kwaang.
Once, she had even half-shattered his Mana Heart.
And yet, the opponent regenerated endlessly.
“To finish him off for good, does she need to completely cross the wall?”
It was amazing that she could use Haki and Carpe Illusion without crossing the wall, but the problem was that her opponent had regeneration abilities.
Saaaaa.
Evil energy that promoted regeneration was rising from the superhuman.
The longer the battle dragged on, the more disadvantageous it was for her.
‘Serena’s growth is remarkable.’
Recalling the battle with Mainz Kimbel in the past, she had achieved an unbelievable amount of growth.
She was maintaining her own Carpe Illusion while leading the battle in a way that prevented the opponent from deploying his.
‘She is approaching a superhuman.’
The more their swords met, the more sword light scattered from Aether.
That appearance did not seem different from the Aether that Killian had used.
“It must have grown along with its master.”
The Aether that Bastian had used in the past was not much different from what the other members of the Annihilation Squad possessed.
It was probably considered a special sword because it had been tamed in the hands of its user, Bastian.
Now, the Aether that Serena possessed had reached that level.
Moreover, it had even been improved by the hands of a craftsman named Pyrope.
She was on the verge of a realm that Bastian Constantine had not reached.
A growth potential that even Killian had not expected.
“To think that accepting Silvana into her body would have this effect.”
He had never imagined that the rampage at that time would be helpful in this way.
Killian became certain as he watched Serena grow in real time.
“If she cuts down a superhuman who uses the power of Grotesquery.”
If she took one step forward, over the thin wall blocking her way.
“The fifth superhuman of Eurasia will be born.”