I Possessed an Academy Without a Protagonist - I Possessed an Academy Without a Protagonist chapter 303

Episode 300. The item that swallowed the myth (4)

After Schluss went out for a decisive battle.

The system became quiet like a lie.

At the usual peaceful scene, Emilia let out a drool.

Even now, if Schluss is fighting a life-and-death battle with the demons, I have nothing to do other than silently praying here today…

“What are you doing, Ms. Emilia?!”

“Oh yes?”

“Come quickly and help me! I’m short on labor!”

“Yes!”

It seemed to be there unexpectedly.

Emilia, who was bruised for a moment, hurriedly ran to Erica’s call.

Even as she hurriedly ran, Emilia couldn’t keep her mouth shut at the panoramic view of her spacious laboratory.

It was one of the largest research facilities on the continent, the underground laboratory of the Imperial University.

The surroundings were full of people wearing white coats.

At first glance, they looked like they were older and had a lot of degrees.

There were only two recognizable faces.

Erwin, a graduate student.

And it was Professor Ludwig, who was leading the researchers.

“Miss Emilia. See the scale here? Every time the scale goes up to 8-“

“Hey, over there! Miss Erica!”

“Huh? Why? We’re in a hurry, now!”

“Why am I here…”

“I just told you. There’s not enough hands. I need to complete my research urgently, but I can’t borrow the help of court mages or outside mages. I have to do it with only my own staff. Now, I’ll continue the explanation.”

“Yes…”

In an instant, with the rapid-fire rap that hit her ear, Emilia politely put her hands together and changed into a completely cooperative attitude.

Turning her gaze slightly, she saw a huge sword in the center of the lab.

Durandal, the sword that cuts through dimensions.

It was the same sword that was only considered a legend until recently.

“Now you know what you’re going to do, right?”

“Yes. But what kind of research is this…”

“Oops. Didn’t I explain that? Hmm… Where should I begin? Professor Sergei sacrificed his life to extract almost all of that sword’s power.”

“Almost everything?”

“Yeah. There’s still a subtle power inside. We’re trying to extract that power now.”

“What are you going to do with that power…”

Emilia’s words gradually slackened.

My eyes were drawn to the map hanging on the wall.

The snowy mountains of the north.

Some black dots were crowded around that place.

“Schlus and your brother are dangerous. They are powerful enough to use the power of mythology.”

“Ah… Ah…”

A secret experiment conducted in the basement of the Holy See.

The zealots who recently disappeared from Asylum’s stronghold as if evaporating.

Puzzle pieces fit together in Emilia’s head.

An ominous energy came over me.

***

“Kuheoeoeook…!”

A snowy mountain with a snowstorm.

Hurt Locker let out a heavy breath and grabbed his chest.

It was so hard to breathe.

I was in pain as if my lungs would burst right now, but the mana around me was so low that I couldn’t cast magic at all.

Even though the internal circuit was operating at full capacity to secure oxygen, the head was still spinning.

Perhaps an ordinary person would have fainted and rolled down long ago.

Hurt Locker pushed forward, desperately holding on to his sanity strings.

Towards the source of the mana wave.

“Damn it. What the hell is this?”

The closer he got, the more shocked Hurtlocker was.

At this point, I can feel the magic wave with a strong output that makes me think I’ve arrived, but the output gradually doubled as I moved forward.

How strong of a wave of magical energy is it emitting from its source?

Certainly, if Schluss, who cannot see and hear without a magic wave, had come here, he would have already wasted all his magic power just to block the wave with a barrier.

“Here it is.”

The Hurt Locker, who reached the cliff before he knew it, was sure.

Now I’m done.

There was a source that radiated a wave strong enough to disable communications across the entire continent in front of it.

“Ah, sh*t…!”

Hurlocker put his head down the cliff and stopped swearing.

A steep cliff with an inclination of more than 90 degrees, beneath it was something emitting red light.

As I squinted at his eyes, I immediately recognized him.

It was a sword.

A sword with a red magic stone at the end of its handle.

It was a familiar sword.

That’s because it was the sword the man killed by the Hurt Locker was holding.

‘The thing that swallowed the myth······.’

Hurlocker let out a dumbfounded laugh.

From ancient times, it can be said that a myth can only be formed when it has accumulated enough awareness to make it famous throughout the continent.

It takes time.

It will take even more time for it to spread beyond races and cultures.

Didn’t it take thousands of years for Durandal and the magic sword to acquire that bizarre power?

However, that sword, Judgment Day, was different.

It’s a sword that hasn’t even been 40 years since its appearance.

However, to form a myth so great that it contains such great power.

“Monsters······.”

It’s a monster.

That was all I could think of.

At the same time, a sense of awe for the man he had killed with his own hands welled up inside Hurt Locker.

Hurlocker began to slowly descend, holding onto the ledge of the cliff.

My field of vision gradually narrowed.

Despite the ice-like wind that blew through his skin, Hurtlocker fell asleep and felt as if his eyes would close at any moment.

Hurlocker gritted his teeth as his lips parted.

It heated up his internal circuitry, reawakening his mind with scorching heat.

As he crawled down with blood pouring from his mouth, Hurt Locker was able to find the ‘thing that swallowed the myth’ that radiated a brilliant light in front of his eyes.

‘It’s all over, you damn bastard.’

With the sword in front of his nose, his head felt like it was going to break because of his magic wave.

Even though his mana sensitivity wasn’t that high.

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Huh Crocker raised his trembling hand and grabbed the sword stuck in the cliff.

I seemed to know instinctively what to do.

Hurt Locker grabbed his grip and gave it all his strength to stand.

Chill leaked out from the gap in the cliff with a creaking sound.

“Aww!”

Hurlocker’s arm muscles swelled up and the sword was pulled out.

At that moment, the magic stone at the end of the handle of his sword lost its brilliant red light.

It was also almost the same time that the wave of mana that had been spewing out with the momentum to split his head stopped.

“Whoa… Is my role going to end here…?”

Hurlocker took a deep sigh while holding his sword.

There was also the option of climbing up again like this and going to the top that Schluss was heading for.

However, I didn’t have the confidence to be fully alert after climbing higher than this.

Even if he managed to come to his senses, he didn’t seem to be of any help in the battle against the demons.

I think it’s a bit late, but it would be better to go to the south and participate in the traveler raid.

It was the moment I was about to descend, thinking about such things.

“Huh…?”

Below the cliff.

I could see something fidgeting in the distance.

Did I see the snow flurries by mistake?

Hurlocker kept his fading eyes straight, trying to focus on the movement below.

“What the hell is that…!”

A scream erupted from the mouth of the Hurt Locker who recognized its identity.

It was clearly a living organism.

A creature that climbs a cliff on all fours.

Its white eyes and gray skin looked like that of a monster, but from the skeleton of its limbs and spine, it was not difficult to infer that it was once a human.

Things that used to be human, but are no longer human.

The monsters were climbing cliffs and climbing mountains toward the summit.

“You go so far!”

Doesn’t it touch the internal circuits of fanatics and turn them into suicide bombers, now they even turn them into monsters?

Hurt Locker struggled up the cliff, stood on his feet and looked down.

The scale was hundreds, no, thousands.

Looking at their momentum, they seemed to be breathing normally even at this low oxygen altitude.

“Really… sh*t. What is this?”

No matter how small they may be, if enemies constantly swarm from all sides, even Schluse will struggle.

This is a place where you can’t even use magic.

So I couldn’t let them climb to the top.

Unbeknownst to him, Hurtlocker was preparing for battle.

With both hands holding the blade of judgment.

“If you come back defeated, know that you will die by my hand, Schluss Heinkel!!!”

As he cheered up, warmth returned to his whole body and his vision became clear again.

The monsters climbed the cliffs before they knew it, revealing their ugly faces and dirty fingernails.

I can’t let even one go up.

With that determination, Hurtlocker raised his sword.

The shape of the handle, the center of gravity, and none of them fit the Heart Locker, making it a really uncomfortable sword.

.

.

.

Thung.

When he pushed his foot inside, the outside noise disappeared like a lie.

There were no barriers or barriers, but it was a space where the inside and outside seemed to be separated.

It was a mysterious place even on my second visit.

This place is located at the highest point on the continent. Shrine of the Majin.

“Alexia.”

“·······.”

At the end of it, a person knelt in front of an old stone statue caught my eye.

As far as I know, Alexia doesn’t believe in God.

She bowed her head as if in earnest prayer. She flinched and trembled at the sound of my voice.

“Are you here?”

“·······.”

A calm answer echoed inside the temple.

It wasn’t Alexia’s characteristic fuss and loud voice.

Alexia met her eyes with me with a sad face as if she was preparing for the end.

“I’m sorry, Schluss. I’m going to give you an ordeal from now on.”

At that moment, goose bumps all over her body.