I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist - I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist chapter 137

137. War of Cairos (4)

The lion is old. No, rather than saying old, I would say absolutely old. Getting old but

A creature that does not age. Not many humans knew of his existence, and no one knew his name. He was born in the War of Myth and has lived until now, and all monsters are descendants of him. The ancient life at the root of the tree was waiting for its master to descend. Demonic spirits were subordinate to him, and he was subordinate to his master.

The lion faced the knights with arrogant eyes. Stepping on the human corpse under his feet, the lion moved next to him. The lion’s paws were larger than the human torso. Even under the early summer sun, steam was pouring out of his mouth, which did not let out any sound. The remnants of magical power flowing through his bloodstream were vaporized.

“… What the hell is that?”

Reese sighed. It’s not a level that can be expressed as strong or not. That one, as it were, showed a stronger presence than the army of monsters. Reese tried hard to deny the thoughts that were running through his head.

Giant.

That lion alone was exuding that much presence. Such an overwhelming presence that he denies existence and does not tolerate everything that lives and breathes beneath him. Those who had experienced a battle with a giant looked frozen, while those who hadn’t experienced it shrank and turned their heads at the sensation of experiencing it for the first time. The lion confronted the legion alone. His existence raised the fallen demons one by one.

“That wouldn’t be a disaster. I had never even heard of something like that existing.”

Muttered Agnes in a low voice. Archduke Quenor, who was following Agnes, drew his sword and turned his horse around with his eyes flashing. The presence of the lion made the soldiers cringe. Monsters are something to be feared, but those who fight them should not be frightened by them. The Grand Duke raised his mana by removing the fear that had settled down thickly like the morning fog.

“You are an old man. He might be the one who has total command over the monsters. Like a catastrophe.”

At Quenore’s words, Agnes swallowed dryly.

“It may not be a disaster, but it may be something comparable.”

Quenor slowly dissipated his magic power. The sword in his hand trembled fiercely but quietly as he drew his sword. Quenore’s expression did not change. He was angry, but he didn’t lose his temper. He was not even overwhelmed by the mighty force of the enemy. What could be seen in his blazing blue eyes was a sense of selfishness and murderous intent.

“I will go. Please take good care of the soldiers in the north.”

Quenor spoke calmly and got off his horse. Once Quenore was away from the battlefield, he needed someone to command the men in the north. Agnes did not insist on going with her. She had her own role assigned to her.

“Win and come. Don’t worry about the soldiers.”

Quenore nodded his head and moved on. He radiated his coldness, revealing the magical power of the treasured sword. The time has come. That day, it was time for him to avenge the humiliation of his near defeat by a giant. Each footstep toward the lion left a cold blue flame. The sword was heavy, and life was light. Quenore thought that while feeling the weight of the sword.

“Aren’t you afraid?”

The lion opened his mouth. The lion’s eyes were still arrogant, but now he had his full attention on Quenor. It was not a burden for him to receive that gaze. The scales of the eyes of the two beings did not tilt to either side and reached equilibrium.

“You are the one to be afraid of.”

Quenore declared that and fully revealed his power. A small storm broke out at the Archduke’s feet. The floor cracked, the air ripped apart and howled. The arrogance slowly faded from the lion’s eyes. His golden eyes grew wild, and the tendons in his upper arms began to twitch.

“You still have it.”

The lion’s voice resounded with joy. Undesirable, but at the same time delightful. The mouth of the lion, which had not revealed its teeth, opened and its fangs flashed. His mane bristles and his claws are exposed. The lion breathed air and felt his own blood. I felt the blood rushing through my veins, mixing with his mana.

“Their blood runs through them.”

The battle of mythology is imprinted in the veins of lions. The swords of the heroes, the magic revived. The heroes were the opponents, and he was the ordeal and the monster who bit and killed countless heroes. Killing a hero was his instinct, mission, and goal in life.

“I’m glad. I still have work left to do.”

The momentum emitted by Quenore was comparable to that of a mythical hero. Again, stronger than most of them.

“They will be happy if I kill you. If I chew your throat and drink its blood, I will become strong too. Your life will be a sacrifice for their coming, and it will symbolize our victory.”

The lion said that with a big smile. If the corners of his mouth are raised, his mouth wide open, and his teeth exposed, that is laughter. The lion took one step forward like that. At the same time, Quenore also took a step toward the lion.

“That’s a relief.”

Quenore also showed his teeth and laughed. The force of perfect equilibrium did not leak anywhere. It just wrapped around them and wrapped around them. The two beings belonged to their own world. The tense gaze from the outside was not what they knew.

“I think so too.”

Exchange of gaze and gaze. The rise and fall of breath and breath. Concordance with inconsistency of pulsation. Minor changes in momentum and movement. Even standing still and observing each other was a battle. The invisible harbinger was converted into a signal that only they could interpret, and the signal soon became the point of a knife aimed at the uvula. Every time the second hand in my head ticked, the blades were exchanged dozens or hundreds of times.

When hundreds of exchanges were made dozens of times, at some point they stopped. The breath you inhale and exhale is sucked into the other person’s breath. The breath that entered was refined and mixed with magical power. We measured each other, figured out the distance, and set the line of death.

“….”

Finally, when it was time for each other to inhale and exhale, the lion raised his paws and Quenore lowered his sword. A deep blue aura formed on the blade of the sword, and Quenore turned into a howling gale and charged at the golden lion.

Kwakwang-!!

The clash caused the battlefield to vibrate and cause a small earthquake. The lion’s slashing paws were blocking Quenore’s sword blade, which slashed upward. Quenore frowned at the weight transferred through the blade. The ground dug deep, creating a shallow, huge pit. The lion wanted to kill it as it was, and Quenore wanted to throw the lion off balance.

Tung-!!

Magic and magical power caused a backlash. The stalemate is over, but there is no conclusion. Because nothing the two beings wanted happened. Quenore forcibly connected the unconnected sword strikes and fired the next slash. The lion did not dodge the immediate follow-up attack and struck back with his front paw.

“… It is abnormal.”

Muttered Quenore. Even after Quenore blocked the aura twice with all his might, the lion did not shed a single bleed and was fine. It seemed to be satisfied, shaking off its mane and approaching again.

“You are stronger than the heroes you faced back then. It would be worthwhile to defeat it.”

Quenore inevitably sharpened his teeth. What came in this time was the mouth of a wide-open lion. The lion opened his paws wide and tried to stomp Quenore down with his upper arms as if to stomp them down. Quenore tried to thrust his sword into the mouth of the lion, but before the sword could be thrust into the roof of the lion’s mouth, the lion closed his jaw like a ghost, and the blade was grabbed. The lion shook his neck and tried to separate his sword and Quenore.

“Kuh-!”

Quenore gritted his teeth. His shoulder was about to be pulled out by the root. When the lion resisted its strength, the lion tried to subdue it with stronger force as if laughing.

“It is a pleasure to subdue a rebellious race.”

A low voice leaked out through the teeth of the sword blade. Quenore and the lion were fighting for attention. The side that puts power has narrower options, and only by maintaining power can an equal fight be maintained. The lion bit the sword harder as if nothing had happened to the blue aura that burned his mouth.

“If I subdue you and kill you, you will have more fun.”

“You are arrogant.”

Quenor raised his magic power even more. This time it was the lion’s turn to be surprised. I almost missed the sword with the strength I just pulled. And that power was maintained. In addition to the aura that kept burning his mouth, this confrontation gradually began to flow unfavorably for the lion.

“Huh.”

The lion let go of the sword in an instant with a snort. Contrary to what he expected, Quenore never showed a gap. The liberated power is the new power. Quenore twisted his body in the air and plunged his sword down. At a distance where the tip of the sword could not even reach the lion, the sword was swung, drawing a deep blue current moon and shooting out waves of aura.

Kwaguagua-!!

A huge scar was drawn on the ground, and an explosion occurred. The tyrannical lion staggered, distorting his expression. As if revealing his anger, his upper arm twisted and squirmed along with his face.

“You bastard!”

This time, the lion has increased its strength even more. A roar that encompassed the ground burst out of the lion’s throat, and a shockwave swelled, devastating the area. Those who were fighting nearby were swept away regardless of monsters and people.

“Some tricks-!”

The lion flew a new model. A faint golden afterimage remained like a shadow on the grass. The lion itself became a mighty blade and he cut down the tall grass. Charge cannot be dodged or blocked. Quenore instinctively recognized him. You have to push or shed with greater force – you have to twist the direction of the force.

The single road diverged. One was life and the other was death. It doesn’t push you off the cliff right away, but a poorly chosen fork leads you little by little, very slowly, down the cliff. If you don’t choose, the road collapses and turns into a precipice. Below the precipice, blue waves howling are kicking against the wind-carved rocks.

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Quenore chose the former. Confront I confront the approaching golden blade head-on. Life took shape and directly stabbed the skin. Should not be inconsistent The impulse of power must collide with climax and climax. If the timing is off even a little bit, you die.

Zeng-!!

Sword and claw collided. It’s a hundred years old. It was the moment when the diagonal line drawn by the lion and the hero disappeared. The line will stumble until it becomes a scale and drops someone to death.

The claws became swords and black claws became entangled. The lion’s sword was three. And he knew better than anyone how to handle three swords. Quenore’s sword is one. What should I do to deal with three swords with one sword? To swing the sword three times is to lose.

Quenore caught the path drawn by the three swords and thrust out his sword. Defeat three blows with one swing. He had to look two steps ahead and swing his sword. The sword and claw collided, and blue sparks flew. Fragments of aura and fragments of metal and claws. The traces of the clash passing across his face leave small scars on his face.

“You are tenacious.”

The lion’s words were mixed with a low growl. The paws flew again. Left. In order to avoid spilling, the sharp wind pressure must also be taken into account. The gaze looked into the eyes and felt the attack only with a feeling. The tip of the sword hilt pushed out the forepaw. There was only pushing force. Receiving was a process of pushing. Force and direction. Quenore let his body think.

Knock it down and pick it up. The sword of conversion, aimed at the heart, left scars on the lion’s upper arm. The mythical rain scattered in the air and disappeared. For the first time in thousands of years, blood burst out of the skin and spilled. The lion roared again in anger. Lions are ancient beings. He was living in the present while being an ancient being. The years that humans have accumulated through generations, he has spent by accepting them as an individual.

He did not accept this equilibrium.

Instantaneous power burst out and pushed Quenor away. The difference in birth threw the balance off, and for the first time, a one-sided attack hit.

Bang-!!

“Keep-!!”

Quenore vomited blood and bounced off. Blood that did not belong to the myth was splattered on the ground. A gust of wind roared in the place where the lion’s claw had passed. The space was distorted into three branches, shaking like a haze.

“Can’t you see the ending?”

The lion smiled again in satisfaction. The lion took a step toward the fallen Quenore.

Quenore’s armor top was shattered and was rolling on the floor. And at the place where the armor was broken, a deep scar was eating away at his chest, creating a puddle of blood.