chapter 119
119 – Warlock and Black Knight (7)
[Play time: 9,778 hours]
“You came.”
The tone was polite and the attitude was not. Considering the situation, it was worth it.
It was a land full of writhing shadows everywhere. The city where prosperity and order once stood has already disappeared, and all that remains are traces of death and prosperity.
Even skin suggests life, but what was left on this earth revealed death.
A cold and inorganic death.
In such a land, there were only a few people who were protecting Ilshin’s safety, and the most important person among them greeted someone at the entrance.
It’s hard to say he was welcoming, although his eyes were full of hostility.
Naturally, the man who was welcomed stopped walking. As he walked to a halt, the completer of the quest that swallowed up the city once called Servan smiled.
“You are wise. “If you had come a little closer, you would have been torn to pieces.”
The death that filled this area had the power to tear to death even the mightiest.
It was thanks to him that he was able to destroy the city, kill people, and drive the survivors to the charnel house to wait for their death.
That was why untrained warlocks sat in a castle occupied and waited for the magic to be completed.
“Actually, I was just stupid and hoped it would tear me apart.”
Now that the order has been completed, the position has been reversed.
Because no matter how many times he was a ruthless person who destroyed his mother’s plots, he could not touch the imitation transcendent, the ravenous shadow.
In the past, he had a power and power that was incomparable to the time when his compatriots were preparing for imitation transcendence in this city.
So he smiled leisurely and turned his back.
“So, how do you feel? The city you worked so hard to protect has become ruins, and all your efforts have been in vain.”
The man, Llewelyn, did not answer that question.
There was no facial expression, but the wizard thought he was angry and was barely able to control his emotions.
Well, what do you do when you get angry?
‘You know full well that the best you can do is rush in and face death. ‘Just look at that.’
It was nice to see him shaking like a dog in the rain. The wizard raised the corners of his mouth and smiled in satisfaction.
“But what kind of confidence did you have in not bringing the Black Knights with you? Did you think you could stop a spell like this on your own?”
The man was alone. I did not feel the magic storm created by the Black Knight’s unique anti-magic power, nor the backlash of magic power.
In other words, a man has no choice but to be alone. The Black Knight cannot use magic items for hiding due to his unique anti-magic power.
So the wizard became confident. If the black knights had come, they would have been on guard and gathered all the warlocks and concocted a spell, but that wasn’t the case.
“If you want to save someone in the charnel house down here, go somewhere… ” .”
It was then. Suddenly the man sighed.
The wizard’s words stopped, and there was a man in his blank gaze.
‘What? Suddenly what…’
The situation was so desperate that it didn’t feel like a sigh.
Rather, it was closer to a sigh of relief.
‘Why were you relieved? Did you actually want to get rid of Servan? ‘I don’t think that’s the case.’
It’s not like the Black Knights came. There was no magic storm created by their unique anti-magic power.
There were no reinforcements in sight. The man was alone. Even if there are reinforcements in the first place, if you are not a warlock, you will not be able to hold out here.
“Do not worry. “I was planning on saving you even if you didn’t say that.”
The wizard looked at him with suspicion.
For some reason, that doesn’t sound like I’m going to follow instructions.
“Are you stupid? Did you think you could get through this on your own? I need to tell you the difference in power-“
“I guess you didn’t notice. Thank god. “For letting my guard down.”
The wizard was shocked and stiffened, and her man pulled the sword out of the sheath that was on her belt.
It was a sword burning with the flames of stars.
Another way to call it is a star blade, and it is something that is clearly visible even from afar in the sky because it basically contains the flame of a star.
The overwhelming amount of light made the shadows layer upon layer, and I froze, wondering if the wizard was going to fight, and then raised my magic power.
Even the magic power he had raised was overshadowed.
Like a blowing wind brushing against your skin, something passes through your magical energy, and your magical energy shakes like your hair fluttering.
The drinking technique is shaking. I am shocked and stiffen. The wizard was caught up in the sensation and raised his head without realizing it.
He recalled what warlocks across the continent had feared for a very long time.
Divine punishment falling from the sky.
Something that was liked to by warlocks who lived from a time when gods still existed.
Anti-magic power, excellent handling skills, and a safety device due to the backlash emitted through the armor.
And, above all, the tip of the spear with the added speed and weight.
It is said that ancient knights rode horses and thrust spears.
In that case, it could be said that the Black Knights rode through the world and thrust their spears into it.
It is a type of lance charging that is only allowed in this netel.
The last thing the warlock saw was an enormous presence falling at high speed, distorted magic, and a huge black meteorite at the center.
“Room—!”
I open my mouth and accelerate even more before the sound I let out becomes a shout. The porousness shakes the surrounding area, and huge shock waves spread everywhere like an earthquake.
A magical storm created by magical power that has been pushed aside by anti-magic power.
A foreign power that pushes away all mankind who feel and use magical power.
Even for wizards, it is a toxin that is like radioactivity that seeps into the body.
Ugh, the moment the warlock vomits blood.
The porosity has stopped.
All that remains is finely ground flesh and traces of what was once a human being.
A crater with such traces and a large black knight walking out of it.
Following the spot where he fell, tentacles made of shadows broke apart and scattered with magical power.
It was something quite different from what the man, Llewelyn, had seen in the game.
As far as he knew, the ‘Lance Charging’ used by the Black Knight in the game was not something powerful enough to compare to such a meteorite.
It was strong, but it required preparation time. There were many stronger techniques to write in the first 6 seconds.
But I didn’t fall for it.
As far as he knew, the gap between the game and reality was significant.
Right now, the countless skills and items he possesses appear to use dice in the description, but in reality, dice do not roll.
It was just a matter of whether it was stronger or more accurate.
So, it would be difficult for him to recall the performance he saw in the game.
Still, I think about it. Would I have behaved the same way when I fought that monster in the game?
I can not know. Llewellyn walked out of the crater and saw a black knight approaching him.
The strongest black knight.
Slayer and survivor.
Walterok.
He said.
“It’s miserable. “You’d better hurry.”
Llewelyn nodded his head.
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[Play time: 9,776 hours]
“It is enough if you are the only one accompanying me.”
When I first gathered a group and tried to prepare for a campaign, Walterok stopped me by saying that.
“Yes? However, the replica Transcendant has been completed, so what will you and Llewellyn do… ? .”
Melody protested as if it was natural, and Llewelyn also looked uncomfortable.
However.
“Others will be in the way. The anti-magic energy surrounding my body is itself a magical storm, and if you don’t suppress it, the magical energy you carry within your body will also disperse.”
Melody couldn’t say anything when she heard that there was nothing the being who used magical power could do in front of her.
It is a world where there are not many beings who do not use magical power. Excluding the Black Knight, there are only pure homunculi and mourners like Llewelyn.
Even Lucilla, Llewelyn’s sister, was of no help in this situation, as she was a warrior who used powerful magic and magical eyes.
“Then what about Isla and fellow mourners?”
“Those two can’t keep up with the fight that follows.”
“… Is that so?”
“Exactly. “If there is no disagreement, I would like to leave now.”
He precisely pointed to Llewellyn.
Only Llewelyn, she said, could come along for her own fight.
Llewelyn was left speechless by that firm attitude.
Now, Llewellyn knew that there wasn’t an iota of lies in that.
A shadow rushing through the air. Looking at that huge shadow, Llewelyn swung the ax he was holding.
The pressure on her hands is considerable. The grip is torn and regenerated repeatedly. In it, Llewelyn carried mortality on a vibrating ax and was even surrounded by sacred blood.
The sacred blood surrounding her body explodes to give her backlash, preventing her from being pushed away, and uses it like a problowjobnt to push away her axe.
Only then does the shadow split. The misaligned elbow shakes, the torn muscles and bones protrude out of the arm, and are caught by the Precious Blood and restored to their proper place and regenerated.
[Temporary stamina: 1]
[Temporary stamina: 11]
[Remaining duration: 66 seconds]
As soon as the pain comes, temporary stamina is granted through repeated remembrance, and it repeatedly decreases.
A window blinking wildly. In the end, Llewelyn frowned, closed her status window, and gritted her teeth.
She shouts and moves the star blade in her right hand.
A message appeared in the corner of his vision of her. An explosive leap.
Kwajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajaja!
His new model accelerates. Draw a circle with your foot planted on the floor. What unfolds at the end is the vision of a blood knight drawing a scarlet trail, the shadow of the moon.
The slender shadow tilted, and Llewelyn took advantage of the repulsion from his body to swing his body wide and kick it, like a dragon striking its tail.
One more tentacle is cut off with a loud, resounding sound. The thumping and ringing sound results in the tentacle turning into magical power. Llewelyn was covered in blood and gasping for breath.
Even handling two tentacles is this difficult.
If he came alone, he would never win.
It is not something that humans designed to win in the first place.
As it is an event, it is close to the result of quest failure. Even if you catch it, no experience points are given.
There is only loss. So you have to kill it. I’m not saying that we have to save people because there are people, but if we leave this unattended, it will advance and level the entire mountain where the pantheon is located.
Then it is better to handle it from a safe distance.
It is also right to deal with it when there is help.
“Ahhhhh!
A scream is heard. When I turned my head, a black trail appeared between the bursting tentacles, accelerated through proper use of anti-magic power, and pierced the warlock’s torso.
The jousting spear he unleashed ripped through the warlock’s navel and through his entire intestines, breaking his spine and sending him backwards. Death immediately.
All of its five organs and six parts were smashed and torn at once, turning into a handful of blood, but it cannot be alive.
That is something that only a few magicians of the quest school can do, and there are no such magicians here right now.
Even if it was there, it would have run away.
Among the continent’s leading powerhouses, Balterok is incomparable in certain fields.
He was a monster who was better at killing wizards than anyone else on the continent.
No matter what wizard he was, in front of him, he was sick and close to dying.
The more powerful he is, the more lethal he is. Llewelyn saw the giant slowing down his momentum and dangling his jousting spear.
“Most of it has been sorted out. “I can’t feel any magical power.”
He had many talents. Anti-magic attribute is the opposite of magic attribute, which means it can imitate what magic attribute does.
The level and location of magical power can be sensed through the repulsion transmitted to anti-magic power, and the magical power can be pushed out with anti-magic power to accelerate or push the enemy away.
He could float by projecting it onto his body, and he could launch continuous attacks by minimizing the reaction of the weapon he swung with anti-magic and magical backlash.
However, one of the few talents he possessed that was superior to Llewelyn was sense.
Llewelyn doesn’t feel any magic. He has no anti-magic powers. But his hearing is far beyond that of a human.
He listened to the sounds coming from the direction where the charnel house was.
Just by looking at him, Walterok sensed his intention and walked, and Llewellyn followed him and saw the wriggling tentacles.
He is not completely dead, but he no longer shows hostility. Because all the magicians who were manipulating it are dead.
So it’s okay for now. Llewelyn saw the charnel house blocked by rubble and stepped forward to remove the rubble.
When all the debris was removed and the entrance was revealed.
Llewelyn shrugged her shoulders without realizing it.
There was a person there.
A soldier standing with his back against the heavy stone door of the charnel house, with trembling legs.
He was holding a spear in one hand and an ax in the other.
A weapon covered in my own blood and the blood of my enemies.
At his feet he was a warlock who had been beaten to death.
The soldier spoke while standing on top of the warlock.
“… Can’t go, go, go.”
His nose was cut off and one of his eyes was gouged out.
His body was cut and torn in several places and blood was still flowing.
Barely alive. Llewelyn was speechless at the horror, but his actions were different.
He took a step closer to the soldier and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.
“The duty is done. “You succeeded, take a break.”
The soldier’s gaze is blankly looking up at Walterok. He blinked his eyes for a moment and then slowly lowered his head.
“Thank goodness.”
Closing his eyes his, the soldier’s knees touch the floor.
The soldier who fell forward never got up again.
He was smiling. He was satisfied, knowing that he had done it.
Llewellyn looked at the soldier like that for a while and then opened the stone door.
The moment the door opened, dozens of frightened gazes were focused on him and Walterok.
They were the last people of Servan.