novelraw Chapter 129 : Chapter 129
Chapter 129 : Chapter 129
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“For a beast bastard, a fist is better than words.”
“Hoh-oh.”
The Spear God also laughed while snickering, revealing his yellowed teeth.
If left alone, it was a moment where an incident would surely occur.
SLAM!
Hati slammed his weapon onto the floor, blocking the path between the two.
“Sister, calm down. Old man, don't try any tricks either.”
Rozalin glared at Hati silently.
Hati understood her feelings well, but knew that what The Spear God said was also rational.
So, in this situation, splitting the team was right.
“Sister.”
He detached one horse from the two-horse carriage and handed it to Rozalin.
Rozalin quickly dispersed the Aura rising from her sword so the horse wouldn't get hurt.
The uneasily shaking Aura was organized in an instant, a scene proving how freely Rozalin controlled her Aura.
“Me, the mercenaries, and Grandpa Spear God will go catch the demon in the canyon.”
If they sent The Spear God alone, there was a high probability that the second demon's Fantasy would be stolen.
It might be different for other Fantasies, but a Fantasy blocking magical effects was highly efficient.
Above all, considering Ban, who was likely operating secretly in the Empire, it was a Fantasy they absolutely had to secure.
Although he hadn't reached the skill of an Adept like Rozalin, he was also a Sword Runner.
If he worked with the Firestorm Mercenary members, they should be able to keep The Spear God in check and secure the Fantasy somehow.
“Sister, you run straight back right now.”
Instead of answering, Rozalin hopped lightly onto the horse.
“I'm counting on you.”
After looking at Hati once, she spurred the horse.
She didn't give a single glance to The Spear God.
As expected, she couldn't like The Spear God.
“Tsk tsk. Looks like fire caught on the horse's tail.”
Watching that, The Spear God crossed his arms and mocked.
Hati watched The Spear God's demeanor and spat once, ptui, without saying much.
There was no need to waste energy now.
In three days anyway.
Right after fighting the demon and claiming the Fantasy, they would be able to settle everything happening now.
The Spear God lifted his spear and hopped onto the carriage lightly as if pole vaulting.
He sat down there, closed his eyes, and hugged his spear.
Inside his eyelids.
The Spear God's eyes burned as if he also knew that future well.
He closed his eyes tighter to prevent that flame from leaking out and fueled his anticipation.
* * *
[Krr, aa, aa, aa, aa, aa, rraa, aa, agh―!]
The demon's scream shook the world.
Perhaps the pierced spot was vital, as more than half of its body melted down.
The wings that had been deceptively drooping until just a moment ago also rolled on the ground as if huge holes had been punched through them.
‘Power beyond common sense.’
Cassian's thrust was different in trajectory from a normal thrust.
Aura stretched out like a beam in a straight line longer than the range of the sword.
Moreover, whatever power that pierced spot was emitting, the hole starting from the demon's center burned endlessly.
White light.
It was closer to divine power than mana.
‘Is it the little Saintess's holy power!’
It wasn't a good sign.
Yuria's holy power was being used solely to heal Cassian's body.
But the fact that mana and holy power were released mixed together was proof that a scratch had appeared on the Mana Road and holy power had flowed in.
Sure enough.
Stagger.
Cassian's body, having finished the thrust, stumbled for a moment.
“Caught you!”
“Me too!”
There were two people who collapsed.
Almost simultaneously with Cassian collapsing, Yuria, whose entire body was dyed red, also collapsed on the floor.
Freutche was the one who caught Cassian, and Berlis was the one who hugged Yuria from behind.
“Berlis?!”
“Why look at me with those eyes? Quickly, get back!”
A Necromancer hugging a little Saintess, not anyone else.
Overwhelmed by the pressure of the bizarre scene, Freutche dodged with quick body movements.
At that moment, the world was dyed with a grey net.
“Block it!”
“I see it! Dodge!”
“Aaaagh!”
The demon's attacks became faint, enough for the students to skillfully dodge them.
And Ulf was not one to miss that opportunity.
“Forest!”
As Ulf slammed her staff hard onto the ground, a giant rose from beneath the earth.
The blue spirit-form giant seemed to exceed 3 meters in size even though only its upper body emerged; when the giant swung its arms, the surrounding darkness disappeared without a trace.
The giant's arms were also cut into pieces like a net, but the arms quickly regenerated, filling with vines and petals.
The students and instructors also knew this was the opportunity.
Attacks continued endlessly from all directions.
“We must kill this bastard! Don't let it escape!”
At Ulf's shout, the students rushed in, clenching their teeth.
They weren't facing it knowing what that demon would do in the future.
They were just led by the instinct that they had to dispose of it somehow due to the demon's abilities, which were on a different dimension from the Giant-Block.
And there was a person most faithful to that instinct.
Pan approached Ulf's side.
From his eyes flowed the feeling of a warrior prepared for many things for strength and victory.
It was a gaze easily seen in the Great Forest.
“I heard Druids can strengthen warriors. Please use a spell on me too.”
“If an untrained person uses the spell, they can become crippled. Are you okay with that?”
“Losing my life…….”
His eyes glanced towards Cassian, who had lost consciousness and collapsed.
Instructor Freutche was protecting Cassian in front of him, getting wounded all over his body.
The demon targeted Cassian persistently, but perhaps because its body was collapsing, the accuracy of its attacks had dropped.
Otherwise, Freutche would have already lost his life.
But that was only for a moment.
If the demon landed a direct hit even once, by chance or with terrible tenacity, the tide would turn.
“Because I cannot lose Teacher.”
She couldn't dissuade a warrior with this level of resolve.
That was not the way of the forest.
Ulf took out a long tobacco pipe from her bosom and inhaled deeply.
The ceremonial herbs packed in the pipe bowl emitted a potent scent, making her head dizzy.
“This body will also share the load inflicted on you. So you must defeat the demon with a perfectly fine body. Because you are also my benefactor.”
“Don't worry.”
A light green radiance began to hover around Pan's body.
Hallucinations of cries from deer, foxes, and birds rang in his ears.
Part of his vision began to be dyed green.
Things that were invisible became visible.
Above all, the biggest change was physical strength and stamina.
According to ancient legends, there is an artifact called the Ogre Power Gauntlets.
Anyone wearing it, even a child, can use an Ogre's monstrous strength.
‘Maybe it feels like this?’
Pan accepted the vitality circulating through his whole body.
Just clenching and unclenching his fist, he felt robust power.
Physically, almost three times.
If he jumped lightly now, he could probably leap over a building.
‘Good.’
Calming his breathing, he raised his sword.
Stabilizing his mind was important.
‘Serenely.’
In the meantime, a few students fell to the demon's attacks.
It was a grazing attack, but that alone was fatal.
Some students lost consciousness without being able to control their limbs properly.
Buildings collapsed.
The teacher's dormitory collapsed, and the training ground was smashed.
Black flames emitted a terrible, acrid smell.
It seemed like it could never be restored.
‘I have to calm everything down.’
If his mind wavered, he couldn't use proper swordsmanship.
Because his sword was a swordsmanship that had to calculate even small variables after splitting the rhythm.
The beginning of all those swords is a moment of peaceful silence.
Starting from a state of zero.
‘Now.’
Holding his breath, his completely still body shot forward.
Thud thud, footsteps leaped over the debris.
The demon seemed to try to open its mouth while looking at him, saying something.
However, before those words could continue, his sword cut the demon's shoulder.
[Aaaaaaaah!]
Hearing the voice filled with pain, he rotated his body again.
He turned his body, which was bouncing off like an arrow, solely with the power of his right ankle.
Surely there would be a load on it, but he decided to leave that to tomorrow's Pan.
‘Again.’
Pan approached the demon with a low posture as if sweeping the floor.
Body first, sword next.
Aiming for the demon's entire body, the sword greedily headed towards the demon.
This time, the demon deployed a technique immediately without a scream or words.
The world darkened in an instant.
Pan didn't care.
Because this battlefield wasn't a place where he moved alone.
“Dark Wall!”
“Grow!”
“Cut! Block! We have to open a path for Pan!”
There were friends who ignorantly blocked attacks with instructors, Ulf's magic, and even throwing their bodies.
So he just had to swing his Teacher's sword.
And when he got close to the demon.
The sword Pan swung began to change little by little.
In the realm of unconsciousness, he absorbed the sword Cassian last swung, transformed it into his own again, and swung it.
This was a phenomenon that appeared once when he copied Jerome's swordsmanship at the Imperial Academy, and it was the true talent Pan possessed.
[I command the Demon Realm, and even the great ancient dragons bow their heads to Me―! Do you think I will fall to the struggles of mere humans!]
The demon's strategy changed.
Instead of targeting surrounding targets, it released demonic energy randomly in all directions, thrashing its limbs and swinging its wings.
Although that was more powerful.
‘I see it.’
Pan finely split the beat, entered the demon's gap, and swung his sword.
With a crash sound, the wound Cassian had pierced grew 1.5 times larger.
[Krr, aa, aa, aa, aa, aa, aa, agh―!]
Now a sound close to a scream flowed from the demon.
The thought occurred that one more attack would be the end.
Just as Pan turned his body.
“Huh?”
Pan's vision turned black.
It wasn't because of the demon's ability.
The rebound from the spell ability exceeding the critical point covered Pan in an instant.
Pain rushed in, and Pan's body rolled on the floor several times and slammed into the wall.
However, Pan couldn't even grasp what situation he was in right now.
“Ha…….”
Ulf, who was hit by the same rebound, also knelt.
Usually, she didn't experience such rebound from casting a spell on a warrior.
That ignorant warrior bastard practically extracted her mana to use and swung it around.
Because she shared that recoil, sudden fatigue rushed in.
As a clone, she didn't feel pain, but the energy to maintain the clone scattered into the air.
The time remaining was merely a few seconds or so.
“You solve it, you damn thing.”
That handful of mana and a fleeting moment were enough.
Because she was someone who knew how to use energy much more efficiently than Pan.
“I am! A senior! Much better! Than him!”
From the sky above, Rozalin's brilliant sword struck down like fate.
Ulf's last spell was imbued in the brilliant Aura of a swordsman who reached Adept.
The strike combining Sword Intent and the spell split the demon in half.
[Ah, ah, ah, ah…… Your end is ultimately nothing but infinite struggle, death has merely been postponed…….]
A scream like a death throe flowed from the demon's mouth.
Slowly, the demon's existence scattered.
In front of it.
Rozalin, soaked in sweat all over, spat, ptui, and raised her middle finger.
“Dying bastard talking like a play.”
At that distinctive wild, sly, violent yet lovable tone, laughter, snicker, flowed from all directions.
The dark energy disappeared, and the sky pouring heavy rain returned.
Black smoke washed away in the rain, and the risen dust settled.
The realization of being alive returned within it.
The appearance of the third demon.
Minor injuries: thirty-seven.
Serious injuries: twelve.
Deaths: none.