The Player Who Stands Above All

Chapter 293

A golden flash sparked before his eyes.

"Keuk!"

Jark reflexively raised both his arms, cloaked in scales.

Thanks to that, he was able to block the attack and save his life, but it was impossible to block it perfectly without any damage.

Due to being hit by several high-level magic spells in succession, Jark's entire body trembled from the shock.

His two arms, which had taken the brunt of the attack instead of a shield, had no strength left, and he dropped the sword he usually cherished like his own life to the ground.

'Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!'

Jark frowned and continued to curse inwardly.

The dragon scales that all dragonoids who had inherited the dragon's blood thickly could bring out. Thanks to the basic magic resistance in them, he was somehow able to survive the previous attack.

But that was all.

If things continued like this, it was clear that everyone who participated in this operation, including him, would not be able to overcome the enemy's offensive and would lose their lives.

Jark frowned in pain and moved his two eyes to quickly grasp the situation on the battlefield.

The situation on the battlefield that came into Jark's eyes was beyond disastrous.

With the blow that had struck him a moment ago, their defeat was now confirmed.

His subordinates, just like him a moment ago, were being hit by various magic spells and were being pushed back helplessly.

'Damn it! Was it too early to attack the 300s territory?'

No, the word 'early' was not enough to express it.

To end the explanation of the current situation with that, the difference in military power between them was too overwhelming.

Jark bit his lip hard.

It was his mistake.

Intoxicated by the victories so far, he had judged the local territories, which were nothing but open fields, and the territories ruled by true nobles who had ruled under the church for a long time, on the same line.

'I never thought they would not only give all their soldiers artifacts but also engrave so many trap magic spells in one castle.'

The power of the noble status and the wealth accumulated through that status over several generations was much greater and more powerful than Jark had expected.

Of course, no matter how much that was the case, this would not have happened in normal times.

Because no matter how much they attacked the nobles, they wouldn't just attack recklessly without any investigation.

Normally, they would have conducted a somewhat thorough investigation before rushing in, but Jark had ignored all such investigation processes and had charged into the territory.

Jark had dismissed the worries of his subordinates who were concerned about it, saying that the resistance was busy handling numerous operations at the same time, but the real reason was not that.

This reckless attack was simply caused by Jark's impatience and inferiority complex.

While the guys who had shamefully defeated him had entered the core of the organization and were gaining fame by winning in various places, the impatience of being at a standstill and doing nothing had forced Jark to move.

And the result of taking that step was right now.

"Hoo, the church said they would compensate me later, so I was warned to prepare for the resistance's attack by mobilizing all my power and resources. To be honest, I was a little nervous... but it seems it was a needless worry."

Pfft-

"It was a much more bland fight than I thought."

Did he think the tide of victory had completely turned?

The lord of the territory, who had been hiding in a safe place while the battle was going on, appeared and mocked Jark with a vile smile on his lips.

"You, who have been running wild and making a lot of noise, seem to be the leader of this group, right? Congratulations. I'll make a special exception and capture you alive and send you to the church. Ah, you don't have to feel sorry for your subordinates who will die here."

Grin-

"When you go to the church, you'll be envying your dead subordinates and begging God every day to let you die."

"You son of a bitch..."

At the lord's words that were toying with him, Jark growled in a low voice.

If he had his way, he would have wanted to pour out a bucket of curses, but in a situation like this where he had to conserve as much strength as possible, he couldn't afford such a waste.

Jark glared at the lord with fiercely burning eyes.

The lord, who met Jark's eyes, snorted and received something from the servant standing next to him.

It was not difficult to guess what it was.

Because it was something that had been continuously seen along with high-end artifacts since entering the lord's castle.

"The ones you were hit with a moment ago were three Thunder Strikes, right? Then let's try five Blue Javelins this time. It would be easier to transport you to the church if I make you into an ice statue."

The lord said so and tore the scroll he was holding in his hand.

At that, hundreds of spears of cold that held a cool blue light appeared in the empty air.

They bared their fangs of cool cold and aimed at Jark's heart.

At that, Jark bit his lip hard.

He had tried to buy as much time as possible through conversation, but a tingling current still remained in his body, hindering his movements.

In his current state, it was impossible to dodge all of those many attacks.

"Hoo..."

Therefore, Jark decided to shatter all the spears of cold that would pour down on him and picked up his sword that had fallen to the ground again.

"The reward I'll get for catching you, I'll use it well to repair my castle."

Starting with the lord's taunt, the ice spears in the empty air began to pour down on Jark.

'Damn it...'

The moment Jark, who was facing it, raised his sword and thought of death.

"What."

A voice that was a little playful and strangely arrogant, a voice that strangely got on one's nerves, rang out on the battlefield.

And a red flame appeared and wrapped around Jark, who was holding his sword.

It burned beautifully and splendidly rather than roughly, spread into the empty air, and the moment it collided with the numerous ice spears.

The dense flame, with its overwhelming heat, made the spears that were emitting a cool cold turn into water and, without being able to fall to the ground, vaporized and disappeared into the empty air.

"Wh, what!"

At the sight that was far beyond common sense, like a candle melting a glacier, not only the lord, but also the knights who were standing around to protect him, widened their eyes.

But even if they combined all their surprise, it could not be compared to the astonishment Jark was feeling now.

"You, you are...!"

Lee Shin, who saw Jark's ridiculous face, tilted his head slightly and said.

"What, have we met somewhere?"

At Lee Shin's words that he had even forgotten his existence, Jark was about to shout something in a fit of anger, but unfortunately for him, the timing was not good.

"Well, let's talk later."

Lee Shin said in a voice that sounded uninterested and took out a spear from his subspace.

The [Yagong], which had completely absorbed Gaia's blessing with Muel's help, revealed its characteristic dark light and was held in Lee Shin's hand.

"Eek, kill him!"

The lord, who felt an unusual atmosphere from Lee Shin holding the spear, shouted loudly as if screaming.

"Yes, sir!"

"Yep!"

At the lord's command, the soldiers who were in their respective positions hastily activated the castle's trap magic, and the knights tore the scrolls they had received in advance.

An attack of overwhelming firepower, possible because of the church's promise to compensate for all resources used after suppressing the resistance's rebellion, was unleashed.

"Ooh, not bad."

Numerous types of magic mixed in the empty air and turned into a storm.

Watching the sight, Lee Shin smiled brightly as if he had gained an unexpected harvest.

"It's my first time fighting like I'm facing a castle like this, but it's quite thrilling. It's better than I thought."

"What..."

Jark's mouth hung open as he listened to Lee Shin's muttering.

The blow created by pouring in a huge amount of money at once, created by using everything the noble family had accumulated, was enough to make even Jark, who was a step away from the heat of the battle, tremble.

Even though it was still in progress, he could feel a power so great that it could crush everyone present like bugs.

But Lee Shin, facing such a powerful attack, was rather smiling as if it were interesting.

At first, Jark couldn't understand the reason for Lee Shin's confidence, but the moment he lowered his eyes a little and looked at the spear held in Lee Shin's hand, he could understand the reason for his confidence.

"Sword aura?"

The symbol of having ascended to the position of the absolute, the sword aura, was wrapped around the Yagong like glass.

Did he hear Jark's dumbfounded voice?

Lee Shin, with an even deeper smile, swung his spear at the storm of magic that was approaching him.

On the outside, it was a light single spear thrust, as if swung for practice, but the inside was not so light.

The moment the [Yagong] was swung, the transparent sword aura was dyed red and gold, and it extended, drawing a graceful trajectory.

The line of the sword aura continued to extend and soon collided with the storm of magic that looked as huge as a giant's hand.

And at the same time.

The storm of magic, which had seemed like an irresistible great disaster, was cut so simply that it was absurd.

"Wh, what..."

The lord, who knew that at least tens of millions of gold must have disappeared in the current attack, looked at the scene in disbelief.

But for Lee Shin, cutting the storm was just the beginning.

Lee Shin controlled his breathing lightly and his two eyes flashed.

At that, the two lines that had cut the storm and extended, soon spread in the empty air like paint in water and turned into ferocious lightning and flames.

They, according to Lee Shin's will, poured down on the enemies who had contributed to creating the magic.

When a small flame touched their bodies, they instantly burned up and turned into black ashes, and when a sharp lightning pierced them, they fell to the ground with their hearts pierced.

"Hoo, not bad."

One blow, a single swing of the spear.

With that, he had reaped the lives of the territory's knights and brought victory back to a battle that had been certain to be a defeat. Lee Shin smiled brightly and muttered so.

Watching him, Jark thought quietly.

'I should fold my useless pride and side with that woman named Alice.'

That they would be the main characters of the era.

(End of Chapter)