novelraw Chapter 195 : Chapter 195
Chapter 195 : Chapter 195
Chapter 195
Naskin Asran had advanced deep into Delanor Castle alone.
"Escardo Schtenberg."
He uttered the name of the knight blocking his path.
The second-in-command of Eurasia, who had made a name for himself as the Sword Demon .
His head would be enough to claim his own military achievements.
"Whoever wins here will be the winner of the war. Let's see what that great sword of yours tastes like, shall we?"
Naskin raised the sword he had newly forged for the war.
His own was also a masterpiece, but it would be a lie to say he didn't covet the Escardo Schtenberg's Sword, which was as famous as Escardo's name.
"One more spoil of war."
Naskin's voice was calm, but it was laced with confidence.
It was not mere bravado.
He was, in fact, a level above Escardo in skill.
"Did you think there was no gap just because we are both 8-stars?"
He said, looking at his opponent who was catching his breath after a few exchanges.
'Naskin Asran. A monster, just as I've heard.'
He was a Superhuman who had reached 8-stars even before Simon and had stabilized his power.
He had no choice but to admit that Naskin was a level above him.
Carpe was unfolded.
Every time the two Superhumans' blades clashed, the terrain of the area changed.
Sparks flew, and mana vibrated the surrounding air.
Naskin was seeing through his opponent's movements, and Escardo was gradually struggling with Naskin's skill.
Every time the blade was swung sharply, riding the mana, Escardo was busy defending.
Naskin continued his attacks without a single falter.
His sword moved as flexibly as if it were dancing, and Escardo was helpless against its movements.
He tried to suppress the mana, but Naskin didn't give Escardo a chance to counterattack.
The sweat flowing down Escardo's face increased.
"Aren't you too slow?"
Naskin said mockingly.
His sword broke through Escardo's defense, and the flow of mana was broken, causing Escardo to stagger greatly.
"Ugh..."
He just couldn't find an opening to use Carpe Illusion.
Escardo gritted his teeth.
He too had crossed the 8-star wall, but Naskin Asran was like another wall in itself.
'I have to win.'
Simon had sallied forth, trusting him.
If he collapsed like this and the castle was taken, Eurasia's grand plan would be for naught from the very beginning.
"Not yet."
It wasn't over yet.
How many more exchanges did they have?
Blood splattered, dyeing Escardo's beard red.
"It's about time to wrap things up."
Naskin Asran said, not letting down his guard.
At that moment.
Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa.
The sky twisted, and the Black Dragon's breath struck the castle.
It was an unexpected variable even for Naskin, who had been gaining the upper hand in his fight with Escardo.
'The Black Dragon should be held back by Simon Eurasia?!!'
Naskin Asran, flustered by the sudden intervention of the Black Dragon, dodged.
His composure was broken for the first time due to a situation that was different from his plan.
His plan had been established on the premise that there would be no interference from Simon Eurasia and the Black Dragon.
The black flames of Evil Energy spread and swallowed the surroundings.
[Krrrrr.]
The Black Dragon was flapping its wings on the castle wall.
Naskin's face hardened at the appearance of the Black Dragon.
Escardo was also flustered.
'His Majesty...?'
The Black Dragon's power was enough to overwhelm the battlefield, and both Escardo and Naskin were affected by its aftermath.
However, Escardo did not miss that opening.
"Carpe Illusion."
While they had been keeping each other from using their Carpe Illusions, an opportunity had presented itself.
The red mana flowing through the Escardo Schtenberg's Sword filled the training ground.
"Severatio."
The surrounding space distorted, and the reality that enveloped them slowly disappeared.
Kaang!
A sound like a blade being repelled rang out as Naskin cut through the approaching red mana.
"This bastard..."
In the chaos that had fallen over the battlefield, Naskin gathered his mind and returned to his attack stance.
He too tried to use Carpe Illusion, but.
"Naskin Asran!!!"
Escardo shouted fiercely and focused his mana.
Not missing the opening created by the Black Dragon, Escardo pushed Naskin with all his might.
Naskin tried to correct his disheveled posture, but Escardo's sword had already pierced his defense.
Eurasia Style.
"Explosive Flash."
The mana exploded from the tip of the sword, striking Naskin's body.
Naskin was pushed back by the impact.
Every time their styles and forms intertwined, blood splattered from his body.
Just one Carpe Illusion.
To think that the match would be decided just because he couldn't deploy it.
He tried to make an excuse, but he eventually closed his mouth.
'Not even Simon Eurasia... but to someone like Escardo Schtenberg...'
He just gasped for breath and watched Escardo, who was preparing his final sword.
In the chaos created by the Black Dragon, he had seized the chance to win, and that decisive power had decided the victor.
"I have more to show for myself to His Majesty."
The Escardo Schtenberg's Sword was swung, aiming for the enemy commander's neck.
***
Isaac was racing, feeling the bitter taste of defeat all over his body.
The sounds of the knights who were escorting him dying could be heard from behind.
Every time, the knight orders led by Demian and Paian were pressing him even more.
Even in the situation where his forces were collapsing, Isaac's eyes were firm, not tinged with despair.
'If only I can return to the main castle...'
He could reorganize the remaining forces and counterattack again.
'I have to get back somehow.'
Having made his decision, Isaac urged himself on and increased his speed.
If he failed to return to the main castle, everything he had worked for for decades would be in vain.
The pursuers were getting closer and closer.
At that moment, a knight in front of him suddenly collapsed.
He was one of the few remaining Superhumans who were escorting him.
The Superhuman who was following Isaac checked on the fallen Superhuman.
"He's dead."
His wounds were already deep and severe, so it was only because he had the level of a Superhuman that he had been able to hold on until now.
Another injured Superhuman informed Isaac in a heavy voice.
Even he, who had barely survived with his injuries, did not look well.
"My sin is heavy."
Isaac, who had stopped for a moment, looked back.
The pursuit was getting closer.
At this rate, he couldn't shake off the pursuers.
It was time to make a decision.
"I'm sorry."
"Your Highness, for now, a little further..."
Before the Superhuman could finish his sentence.
Isaac drew his sword and cut him down.
There was no painful scream.
"Why... why..."
He just asked with a face of disbelief.
"Wouldn't we all just die at this rate?"
"You... bastard..."
Kwaduk.
Isaac's sword pierced through him.
The convulsing Superhuman's body stopped moving.
"How insolent. Your true nature is revealed in the face of death, is it?"
Isaac took out the Magic God Stone from his pocket.
Just holding it, immense Evil Energy flowed through his body.
"Revive."
He sent the curse of the Magic God Stone into the corpses of the dying Superhumans.
The corpses, which had not been dead for long, slowly began to transform.
Saaaaa.
The power of the Magic God Stone surpassed death and raised them up again.
"Revive and offer your lives for me."
At Isaac's words, the two Superhumans' bodies rose in the black Evil Energy.
Beings that had risen through the combination of mana and Evil Energy.
They were no longer human.
From their red, glowing eyes, the murderous aura of a knight who had returned from death was emitted.
"Top-notch."
Isaac looked at the two knights with a satisfied face.
They had been revived with their 7-star level fully intact, only without consciousness.
Their injuries were completely healed, and even if their limbs were blown off, they would regenerate with Evil Energy.
"You will repel the pursuers here."
Saaaaaaa. Saaaa.
The Death Knight replied by emitting Evil Energy.
There wasn't much time left before the pursuers would encounter the Death Knights.
Isaac quickened his pace alone.
A short while later, the knight orders led by Demian and Paian clashed with the Death Knights.
***
"The recovery seems slow."
As if the fatigue of the war had seeped into his body.
Killian muttered to himself and looked at the castle wall that was under repair.
After the war ended, he finally had a moment to catch his breath, but his mind was still complicated.
A week had passed since the battle at Delanor Castle had concluded.
Killian was staying here, watching the battlefield being cleaned up.
"Too much blood was shed."
The knights of Eurasia, the knights and mages of the allied kingdoms and families, and the infantry and archers who had not forged a Mana Heart.
In addition, there were not a few civilians who had volunteered to help in the war.
Among the victims were faces that Killian knew.
Huan and Jesse, who were once centurions of the Blue Knight Order, and Vasago had lost their lives.
Among the Superhumans who had joined the war to help Eurasia, Kiel Cornelia was one of them.
Yulian had just finished his report and returned.
If he hadn't shown the resourcefulness to send Hazard to the battlefield, Sharle would also have been one of the casualties.
Thanks to Hazard, who had released his Polymorph, using Violet Mana, rumors that Sharle was the master of a dragon had spread quickly on the battlefield.
"Sharle is the master of a dragon..."
I'm the real master, though.
Killian, who had muttered, quietly sighed.
The war was over, but there were still many mountains to climb.
The Eurasia Kingdom was suffering from the scars of war, and the country's recovery was urgent.
'For the time being, we'll have to mobilize everything for reconstruction, not for military buildup.'
It was not to be complacent just because the war was over, but to heal and strengthen the wounded nation.
"Even after cutting down the Emperor, there's no time to catch my breath."
He muttered and closed his eyes.
Even the short peace felt unstable.
'The clutches of the Empire have not yet completely disappeared.'
Although they had won another war, the Empire was still standing strong.
He knew better than anyone that the current peace was not the end, but another beginning.
The kingdom needed to rise again.
What Killian had to do was clear.
'I need to find out the Emperor's scheme.'
To do that, the Annihilation Squad, Crimson Wolf, and Orchid Owl would have to recover as soon as possible.
Crimson Wolf and Orchid Owl were being healed by the Saintess herself.
It was a debt, but the two Night Walkers were more than worthy of it.
"You look troubled."
Lan, who had approached at some point, said so.
"How is the recovery?"
"It's wrong."
"..."
At Killian's serious face, Lan folded the fan she was holding and clicked her tongue.
"Your attitude of not even greeting me is what's wrong."
"They are important people."
"So they seem. You sure do treat such important people roughly."
"..."
"Orchid Owl, who has lost the use of her hands, will no longer be able to hold a sword. Crimson Wolf's Mana Heart is broken, so he will never be able to use mana again."
It was not easy to just heal a body that had begun to be encroached upon by mana, Evil Energy, Divine Power, and Radiance.
"I have only managed to keep them alive."
It was a grim answer.
"Well, it's not like there's no way at all."
"What is it?"
Killian's eyes flashed.
"There is something we need to discuss before that."
"...?"
"Did you say you cut down the Emperor?"
"That's right."
Before asking for the healing, he had roughly explained the situation to Lan.
"My business is also with that side, so it's a coincidence."
Lan, who had paused for a moment, opened her mouth with a determined face.
"The Emperor is not dead."