novelraw Chapter 201 : Chapter 201
Chapter 201 : Chapter 201
Chapter 201
A voice ringing loudly in his head.
[Adamas!]
The voice lingered like an echo.
[You are Adamas, right?!!]
“…….”
At the clearly audible voice, Killian stopped and looked around.
“Captain, what are you doing not coming in?”
Yulian, who had entered the base far ahead, asked again.
Although he had adapted to the weather in his own way while spending a few months in the North, it was obvious he wanted to go inside as quickly as possible to warm up.
“I think I found it.”
A voice carrying Mana flowed through the blizzard.
“Pardon? Found what?”
“A clue.”
At Killian's smile, Yulian snapped to his senses.
“Don't tell me...”
“Yes. Getting closer to the boundary was indeed the right answer.”
He finally found the clue he hadn't been able to find for the past two months.
He laughed out of delight.
He heard Yulian calling the comrades who had entered the base first.
Even amidst that, the voice filling his head didn't subside in the slightest.
[Adamas! If you can hear me, please answer...]
‘How?’
Thinking doesn't convey it.
“How am I supposed to answer?”
[Save me!]
“Tell me the method.”
[Please...]
It was when their wills, having lost their way, couldn't mix.
Suddenly.
Rumble-
A roar resonated from the mountain range located behind the base.
“…….”
Killian belatedly raised his head and looked around.
It was already too late.
A massive lump of snow collapsed down from the ridge.
“Captain!”
Id's urgent shout was heard.
“Hurry inside...!!”
He tried to enter the base as said, but the speed of the encroaching snow was faster than expected.
‘It approaches as if it has a life of its own.’
His sword is the object that reaps life.
The way nature in the northern frontier welcomed him wasn't exactly pleasing.
In any case, at this rate, it was going to push all the way into the base.
Why the base was set up under a mountain was a question for later.
“Don't come out!”
Shouting with Mana, Killian moved away from the base.
Looking around, he searched for a way to go.
Even their footprints were covered in snow, making everything pure white.
Sssss.
Killian wrapped himself in Mana.
Blue Mana spread out, pushing away the surrounding snowflakes.
Swish.
A tower made of Violet Mana.
Crack.
A tree made of Green Mana.
Three types of Mana left a path on the pure white snowy field.
As if refusing to yield to mere nature.
However.
Rumble.
In an instant, his vision turned white.
The chill he had been blocking with Mana assaulted him.
How much time passed like that?
Killian tried moving his fingers.
Like he was paralyzed, they didn't move as he wished.
As he circulated Mana, the raised body temperature melted the frozen body.
Sizzle.
Feeling his body melt rapidly, Killian opened his eyes.
“...Ha.”
And.
At the object visible before his eyes, he involuntarily let out a scoff.
Although it looked rusted and cracked bearing the traces of time, that was definitely.
“Adamas.”
It was his original body.
***
Why the sword that contained his soul for thousands of years is here in the northern frontier.
Why it appeared before his eyes only now is not the important issue.
Killian reached out without hesitation.
Cutting through the cold air, his touch reached it.
No, it should have reached.
Crackle!
“……!!”
Before his fingertips could touch, something invisible blocked him.
He felt the sensation of his fingertips trembling minutely.
A disparate yet now familiar, familiar yet uncomfortable power.
“Authority, is it?”
Killian spat out as if chewing on the words.
The Divine Power that boasted great momentum at first now seemed to have weakened in resistance.
A cool light appeared in Killian's eyes.
Although he didn't know why his original body was found in an area managed by the temple, it wasn't a good feeling.
“Still, it hasn't been damaged much.”
It looked different from when he saw it in the abandoned temple previously.
‘It was clean back then.’
The purpose of the joint investigation team is to find clues to uncover the Emperor's schemes.
But for Killian, finding clues about Adamas occupied no less weight.
And he came to face it like this.
There was no way it wouldn't be pleasing.
Killian maintained a serene state of mind, calming the emotions trying to run wild with excitement.
“Wait a little. I'll get you out of there.”
Figuring out whose Authority it was came first.
Killian took a step back and imbued Mana into his eyes.
Shimmer.
A curtain of Authority surrounded Adamas, emitting light and heavily dividing the space as if forbidding anyone to approach.
“Look at this.”
Killian's lips twitched.
“A wall, huh.”
At that moment.
Another voice resonated in his head where the boy's voice had disappeared.
[You finally found your way here.]
“…….”
[Surely you haven't forgotten me.]
“As if I could forget.”
He recalled the events in the Holy Nation.
Among the countless Divine Objects blocking his way while approaching the Pope's Holy Object, the guy who was the final gateway.
[Wasn't it the God-Slayer?]
“Move, Murus.”
[Now at a level where you can't even imitate Authority, you try to commit rudeness once again.]
“I guess I have to break you.”
[Arrogant fellow.]
“Likewise.”
[Just like in the ancient battle, you will face a miserable result.]
“Foolish. Even then, you couldn't stop me, remember?”
“Murus.”
[It's been a long time.]
The God's laughter resonated in his head.
[Foolish human.]
***
“Your nasty habit of speaking remains the same.”
He recalls faded memories.
When he was a human, not a sword, one of the Gods who sealed him into the sword.
God of Barriers, Murus.
Such a guy is blocking his way again.
[Do you want to draw the sword?]
A low and solid voice resonated in his head.
The origin was the barrier erected around the sword.
[Isn't it not a good memory for you?]
“That's none of your business.”
Killian quietly drew Anima.
[A sword of the fairy race.]
“It's a suitable one to cut a weakened guy like you.”
In the Holy Nation, he cut Murus's Divine Object.
Although the Divine Power felt before his eyes is incomparable to back then, he has also reached the 8th star.
[Consider that I also cut dragon scales.]
He simply warned.
That he would only extract the price for touching his property.
[Isn't it you who is mistaken?]
The barrier emitted even stronger Divine Power.
[If you cut me, can you handle what will happen afterward?]
“We'll see about that.”
[Foolish fellow. You still don't know how this world is made up.]
“We'll see about that too.”
He didn't need to yield a single word to an ancient nemesis.
Rumble.
Slowly raising his sword, Killian emitted Mana with full power.
Anima, accepting the Mana, hummed.
The snow melted from the heat of the Mana, creating a space large enough to be called a clearing around Killian.
Sizzle.
The melted moisture evaporated.
A temperature hard to believe for someone swept away by an avalanche swept the area.
He intended to cut away the God's petty Authority with a single stroke.
Whatever karma follows.
That was a problem to think about after retrieving Adamas and returning.
[If you wish, I can help you draw the sword.]
He ignored it.
[If you clash that power against me now, the engraved Formula will activate.]
He dismissed it as spewing words out of urgency.
[I assure you. The moment you wield that sword, the curses engraved on the sword will manifest.]
Curse of Blood.
Curse of Shackles.
Curse of Extreme Poison.
Curses that led Edan to death in the past.
[Can the current you handle these?]
“…….”
[Get me out of here. Then without paying any price...]
Slash.
Killian cut down as if it wasn't worth listening to anymore.
[You... foolish...]
As Murus's voice faded, some Formula activated.
His vision repeated turning white and black.
When his vision recovered, Adamas was not visible before his eyes.
[Foolish bastard.]
Turning around, a cluster of Divine Power light was gathered there.
“Not dead yet.”
Killian frowned and asked back.
He thought he could cut it sufficiently with his current self, but it seemed a will stronger than Silvana synchronized with Yggdrasil remained.
[I am a God who erected a barrier with Styx and protected the ‘inside’.]
Murus continued regardless of Killian's dismissive reaction.
[However, as the influence of Gods diminished... I ended up trapped inside this.]
A calm voice, yet seemingly filled with long-standing sorrow.
Before he knew it, the cluster of light had become a single barrier.
Beyond that, a red curtain was visible.
And the original body stuck between the curtain and the boundary was visible.
“…….”
[The sword you resided in is now one of the mediums forming the boundary.]
Murus's voice came lower and more serious.
Why.
‘Why is my original body being used as a mere Divine Object?’
[With my ability, I can peel off that barrier and provide the power you need.]
Murus didn't seem to have any intention of answering properly.
[Instead, promise to get me out of the barrier.]
He only tried to continuously push his demand.
“Why?”
[The boundary is shaking.]
Murus's voice spread with deeper resonance.
[At this rate, I won't be able to play my proper role either.]
‘Is what I see now an illusion or reality?’
Looking at the vast space connected beyond the barrier, he ruminated on Murus's words.
‘Is he saying the barrier protecting the boundary is slowly collapsing while he loses power?’
[I must protect the boundary.]
Murus's voice became a little urgent.
[This is my mission and will.]
Also a conviction to maintain his status as a God.
[The last barrier erected with Styx must never collapse.]
“I think the order should be telling me why my original body is here first.”
Killian warned him not to distract him with paltry wordplay.
[This is why mortals are...! Not knowing what is important!!]
Murus shouted as if frustrated.
“Are you trying to use prohibition as an excuse?”
[…….]
After reincarnation, meeting several Gods, he learned.
That shackles are placed on them who have only a handful of power left.
Silence, and Murus's attitude of giving answers unrelated to the question, could be taken as confirmation that his thought wasn't wrong.
[The moment I hand Adamas over to you, the boundary collapses.]
“Didn't you say you would let me draw the sword?”
[It is possible under the premise that you become the new barrier of the boundary.]
“Was that the real reason?”
Killian sighed and spoke.
“Are you telling an atheist to become an agent of God?”
It was an excessively brazen demand to make to an ancient God-Slayer.
[Your reincarnation is not a coincidence.]
“What...?”
[You were chosen to shoulder ‘his’ karma instead.]
‘What is this nonsense again?’
Killian looked at Murus with an absurd expression.
“Tell that to Priests or something. Did you forget I am a God-Slayer?”
A sound that seemed like clicking a tongue or sighing was heard.
[Modern Priests are not sturdy enough to even imitate God's Authority. They are not vessels capable of containing God's power as in the past. I need you, Adamas.]
“…….”
The God who contributed to sealing him is now asking him to carry on the God's will.
“Living long makes me experience all sorts of things.”
[I promise it won't be a bad proposal for you either. Lord definitely...]
At that moment.
Screeeech-
[...!!]
Along with a sound scratching the air, energy crossing the barrier was felt.
Something was crossing the barrier and trying to invade the boundary.