novelraw Chapter 193 : Chapter 193
Chapter 193 : Chapter 193
Chapter 193
‘I cut him.’
Killian, holding Anima, quietly looked at his hand.
The sensation of cutting through was definite.
Orchid Owl had shaken the surface surrounding the Emperor, and Crimson Wolf had cut it directly.
Squeezing through that opening, Killian was able to cut the Emperor with his full strength.
Regardless of the level he had achieved, his body should have split in half right then and there.
“……”
The Emperor still had a calm expression.
Orchid Owl, who had lost both hands, was letting out a laugh that could be a groan or a scream from excessive bleeding, and Crimson Wolf, whose Mana Heart had been pierced by a thorn made of Evil Energy, had lost consciousness.
Creating another opportunity was impossible.
‘I have to settle this here.’
If he wasn't dead, he just had to swing his sword once more.
In the blink of an eye, Anima headed for the Emperor's neck.
“Stop.”
“……!!”
With just a handspan between it and the Emperor's neck, Anima stopped.
Orchid Owl's voice, which had been echoing around, could no longer be heard.
His own body was stiff and unmoving.
It didn't take long to grasp the situation.
It wasn't simply the Emperor's presence that had stopped his movements.
‘Time has stopped.’
He realized that an Authority was at work.
He thought that in the modern era, only Pope Claudio de Cronis was capable of using this much power.
But he was wrong.
“To think you’d finally ruin things with such a paltry power.”
The Emperor's voice was cold.
Killian rolled his eyes and scanned the Emperor.
He was a tall man over 190cm, with broad shoulders and a lean, muscular build.
What made the Emperor's appearance stand out even more was the ceremonial robe he was wearing.
The clothes, decorated with brilliant gold, were far from suitable for battle.
“……”
A cold and intense gaze, as if piercing through the opponent's soul, just like Simon's.
His eyes held the power and weight accumulated over long years.
His thick blond hair hadn't changed much with age, but its faded color added a noble dignity.
Above all, there was not a single sword in his hands.
For someone who had faced two Night Walkers and a knight who had reached 8-stars, it was a modest appearance.
‘Why only now…….’
Strange.
Killian questioned why he was only confirming the Emperor's appearance so late.
Normally, checking an opponent's appearance before crossing swords is fundamental.
But not the man before him.
He was recognized as the Emperor just by feeling his presence.
If asked for the reason he had come to think that way, he could list several.
“……”
He was the one who had landed the blow, yet he was seized by a strange sense of defeat.
He felt as if the Emperor, who was right in front of him, was suddenly growing distant.
“Today will not be remembered as a defeat for me.”
“……”
“When a new era dawns, Eurasia will have to face countless deaths.”
The Emperor's white teeth were revealed.
“You will be deeply grateful for my consideration.”
As the prince of Eurasia, he would have to face countless deaths.
And all those deaths would be for his own sake.
The Emperor spouted words that made no sense.
“Killian Eurasia.”
“……”
“Now, go back and taste your short victory.”
As the Emperor's words ended, the stopped time began to flow again.
Simultaneously.
Ptt.
A red line appeared in the middle of the Emperor's face.
Centered on the line, his misaligned face twisted.
The slightly misaligned face eventually twisted completely.
Splash.
The blood that soaked the floor touched his feet.
Thud.
A pool of blood spread out from the center of the Emperor's collapsed body.
Killian, having regained his freedom of movement, sheathed Anima at his waist.
He lifted the two unconscious Night Walkers onto his shoulders.
‘I have to run.’
The distorted space through which Killian had walked.
If he didn't jump into that unstable, shaking space, he felt he would be trapped in this unknown space forever.
The twenty steps he had taken to reach the Emperor.
The way back was no lighter.
Thump.
Killian, having barely returned, lay down on the Warp Gate.
He had killed the Emperor.
He had accomplished a great feat that should have taken more than a decade.
‘This lingering unease, what on earth…….’
Killian, catching his breath, checked on the two now-unconscious Night Walkers who had completed the mission with him.
Orchid Owl had lost both her hands, and Crimson Wolf had lost his Mana Heart.
“This is disastrous.”
For now, getting out of here was the priority.
***
“This has become troublesome.”
Simon muttered, catching his breath.
The situation before him was unexpected.
The torn black barrier.
The Black Dragon, its Polymorph released and returned to its true form, had fled.
It was fortunate that his Carpe Illusion had flustered the Black Duke, but the situation was not good.
‘If my opponent had been the Emperor, I would have at least staked my life.’
But in reality, he had only managed to cut down one of his duke's limbs.
Even that was not complete, and the Black Dragon, having escaped the Black Duke's control, had flown off towards Delanor Castle.
If Escardo went all out, he might be able to buy time to defend the castle, but it was as clear as day that sacrifices would follow in the process.
At that moment.
A cold wind brushed past, and a familiar voice was heard.
“Your Majesty.”
When Simon turned his head, Sven, the commander of the Lancer Order, was there to meet him.
Sven was a 6-star lancer whom Simon had personally trained.
He was a knight who had forged a gray Mana Heart like his own, and was certain to become a Superhuman someday.
“What’s the war situation?”
“We have subjugated 60% of the Undead forces. The rest are being annihilated by the White Knight Order and the Black Knight Order.”
“Demian and Paian have made the right judgment.”
Simon was inwardly pleased.
The fact that they were commanding the battlefield to this extent despite his absence was proof of their abilities.
It would have been difficult to completely suppress the Undead with just the Lancer Order.
Sven continued his report.
“Also, there is a report that the army led by Naskin Asran has currently breached the north gate.”
“So they moved as expected.”
Naskin Asran.
Until a few years ago, he was a Superhuman evaluated as being several levels above him.
Even though Escardo had stabilized his 8-star level, it would be difficult for him to face Naskin.
Moreover, since the rampaging Black Dragon had headed towards the castle, the war situation was bound to become even more chaotic.
There was not much time.
“We return to the castle.”
“As you command.”
At Sven’s signal, one of the lancers quickly brought him a horse.
The lancers, who were still strong even after trampling thousands of Undead, followed Simon and galloped towards Delanor Castle.
***
Beeep—
A ringing filled her ears from the bombardment of the battlefield.
Sharle was frantically pouring out magic amidst the chaotic situation.
The flow of mana from her fingertips was precise, and the magic that formed into a Shik and rained down on the battlefield was elaborate.
Even with the Illusion Magic Order, the Three-Colored Magic Order, and the Five-Colored Magic Order all participating in the battle, they were barely maintaining a balance.
In a way, it was to be expected.
The Eurasian army was noticeably smaller in number compared to the Asran army.
Having lost the advantage of defense, it was reasonable to see the tide of the war turning due to the endlessly pouring in enemies.
‘At this rate, the castle will fall.’
Sharle bit her lip as she saw the Violet Mana fighting desperately in various places.
Escardo was facing Naskin Asran, and her two uncles were gaining a slight upper hand against three of Asran's Superhumans.
The absence of Simon Eurasia was significant.
‘If only Sir Killian were here…….’
That man made the impossible possible.
If he were here, the defense would not have been so difficult.
‘…….’
Soon, she shook her head and focused on forming the Shik.
It was because she found her own appearance, having been relying on him since sometime, pathetic.
Taking advantage of that brief gap, a knight from Asran broke through her magic and approached.
The moment the violet magic was about to strike the knight.
Slice.
A knight who had blocked her front cut down the Asran knight.
“Princess Sharle!”
It was a familiar face.
A man who was once a member of the Red Knight Order, and now belonged to the Annihilation Squad and had become the sword of Killian Eurasia.
“Sir Philip?”
“I’m glad I wasn’t too late!”
Philip shouted, scattering red sword energy.
He had not come alone.
[Grr.]
“Hazard!”
Her face brightened as she saw the wolf licking her arm.
Hazard, who had now grown to a size that was not lacking to be called a wolf, let out a pleasant growl.
“Hazard’s saliva contains Divine Power. It should be enough to entrust your body to it for a while.”
How did a member of the dragon race, specialized in mana, come to handle that much Divine Power?
She wanted to ask, but the situation was urgent.
“How did you get here?”
“I came in place of Sir Yulian, whose injuries were severe.”
“Sir Yulian is?”
“Yes. He told me to take Hazard to the battlefield and help Princess Sharle. He said you would know what he meant by that.”
‘I see.’
Yulian knew Hazard's identity.
It seemed he had judged that it would be more helpful to Eurasia's war effort for her to have the creature with her right now.
“I will protect you.”
“Thank you.”
[Grrr!]
Just having Philip and Hazard protecting her side made the calculation of the Shik three times faster.
This was because there was no need to be wary of those approaching.
It was around the time she had killed about twenty of Asran’s high-ranking knights and mages with a series of 6-star spells.
Just as she reflexively took out a recovery potion and was catching her breath.
“……!!”
The atmosphere of the battlefield changed abruptly.
Sharle’s body froze under a pressure as if being crushed by a mountain.
The castle grew dark.
It was because a huge something had covered the sun.
[Krarara!]
Those who had not forged a Mana Heart collapsed from the sudden Dragon Fear.
Those who had forged a Mana Heart were not much different.
Most of them were spewing blood from their noses and mouths.
Sharle also felt her blood run cold and stood frozen on the spot.
“A dragon…… why……”
Philip, unable to control his trembling body, stared blankly up at the sky.
A huge Black Dragon that appeared, parting the sky.
Its presence alone made the air sink heavily.
The will to fight was lost in the face of its overwhelming presence.
Hope faded, and fear filled its place.
In that moment, the Black Dragon opened its huge mouth.
And of all places, it was aimed in her direction.
‘I have to deploy the Shik…….’
She had to either block it by deploying a Shik or evade using warp, but.
Her frozen body and mind would not move as she wished.
At this rate, not even a handful of ash would remain in the Black Dragon’s breath.
“Sharle!!”
Kiel, who had warped to her side at some point, called her name.
The Black Dragon exhaled its breath and Kiel used his Secret Magic at the same time.
Chiiiiii.
The violet mana emitted by the Arch Mage melted into the immense Evil Energy.
“Kuh…… ah……”
A bitter smile faintly touched the lips of Kiel, who had exerted mana beyond his limit.
The feeling of time stopping was brief.
Crack!
Kiel Cornelia's body was crushed under the Black Dragon's descending foot.
“Uncle!!”
A shadow fell over her, who was engulfed in shock.
It was because the Black Dragon had raised its foot over Sharle.
“Ah……”
She stared blankly at the Black Dragon's foot aiming for her.
Everything was over.
The war of Eurasia.
The prosperity of Cornelia.
In a fleeting moment, she gave up on everything.
[Grrr!]
At that moment, Hazard blocked Sharle's front.
And before she could react, his Polymorph began to be undone.
Scales and wings mixed with black and green.
Red horns that had sprouted.
In the place swept by violet mana, a Mixed Dragon with gleaming reptilian eyes appeared.
[ROOOOAR!!!]
Hazard roared and flew up towards the Black Dragon.