Tale of the Fake Hero - Chapter 259



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Season 3: Episode 67

Encounter with Dark Clouds and Darkness (2)

“A great wish, a timeless death.”

The special ability of the Extreme Satellite Sword Shirpang and Naisemon, which are derivatives of the True Sword Charilion, is said to be ‘time acceleration within the body’.

Enuel Yere Charillon.

The fifth Eldia’s tales of bravery were largely too mythical, which meant they were nothing more than fiction.

“S, Master!”

Or cut the sky.

Or parted the sea.

Or splitting a mountain range.

“It’s this guy! This guy killed Lady Vinessa back then!”

People thought that, like other Eldias, there was no way to explain those feats without such absurd talk.

However, Lista, who was Surpin’s agent, does not dismiss this legend as fiction, but focuses on its power.

And he develops a secret weapon that will catch up with the legend. The memory of the sword that was engraved on Shirpang is the Shikong Island.

“And this time, Silky… … !”

The principle is simple but difficult.

A unique ability that uses the body’s time acceleration to the limit to fire a dozen or so sword blasts in a single trajectory in an instant.

It is a power that can cut through space-time with the overlap of that sword energy.

The Shikong Island was the most powerful of all the existing temples, capable of turning the tide of battle in an instant, but it also had its fair share of weaknesses.

Except for the creator, Lista, most agents will be rendered incapacitated after using the Space-Time Island once or twice due to a drain on their stamina and magic power.

That is why Surpang’s agents have been frequently dispatched to battlefields where one-on-one combat is more important than one-on-one combat, and have been exercising their power.

“This is… … .”

The prophet seemed to be interested in the strange power, and then swung the saber again, which had at some point reverted to its sword form.

Words.

With the order to release the power to the True Sword.

“Tear it apart, Yonniulan.”

I thought there was no way to avoid it.

In the face of the sudden ambush of Tarth Alter Surfang, the Prophet was certain that there was no escape.

But that purple air current… … 44 fangs tore through the ‘space-time that was being torn apart by the space-time island.’ It returned to a state of nothingness.

“That’s ridiculous… … .”

“What the… … .”

The teacher muttered blankly.

The lead payquerier, Tars Alter Surpang, was shaking all over from the recoil of using the shield.

But, more than the trembling of his body, the trembling of his eyes visible through the mask seemed greater and heavier.

“It’s not the same. Enuel’s power, the power of that guy that even the True Kings of the Abyss feared, was not a trick like this. Is this also considered imitation? Let me ask. Was that a mistake just now?”

“… … ?”

“If I hadn’t just destroyed it, this statue would have been destroyed. Was that a miscalculation? Or did you think this level of damage was worth it?”

The prophet lowered his gaze and smiled bitterly.

“The latter.”

All I could say I saw was the clash that occurred the next moment.

The Prophet and the Master disappeared from sight halfway through, then appeared before Tars and clashed their swords.

Aradmantel howled in pain, and the Prophet’s sword roared as if to overwhelm Aradmantel.

“Can you stop this?”

It wasn’t just once. Since then, the Master has blocked all the dozens of slashes the Prophet has swung at by holding onto Aradmantel.

It’s a performance.

The song of the swords dancing in a flowing manner, and in the sound of that song, the red blade bounced off the purple blade again and again… … Just like that time, the one who was covered in blood was the Master.

“What a dazzling talent… … Since Arthur, I’ve never seen anyone with such talent. With just a little more training, I could aim for the top.”

Lamine felt the blood flowing from her torn forehead into her eyes, turning her vision red.

You speak as if you are looking down on me… … .

That carelessness is our only chance… … .

Laminia gently placed Aradmantel back into the scabbard. As if in a position where the scabbard was still being carried, all of her muscle power, brute force, and magical power exploded and concentrated inside the scabbard.

‘speed.’

The fourth form of the ten-letter alphabet is bal (?).

It’s just speed.

Something that can surpass your opponent.

“Baldo? Are you kidding me right now?”

At that moment, I could barely tell that the sword had been swung due to the trajectory of Hongryeon running across the stage half a beat late.

Blood spurts out.

At the prophet’s side.

Before the first drop of blood could fly into the air, Laminea appeared behind the Prophet and was about to cut off his neck.

“Arthur. All the wounds have reached the aorta. If you move any further, you will die from bleeding.”

Starting with the blade of the True Sword, Yonniulan, gathering into the shape of a sword, blood spurted out from all over Laminea’s body.

Now, as if my body has finally realized it.

That it’s already been done several times.

Camilla didn’t scream, didn’t shout, she just ran, ran, ran and ran, standing between the falling Master and the Prophet.

“No, Kami… … Run away… … .”

The only sword he had was a broken one, and even if it were intact, it would not be able to reach the Prophet’s toes, so there was no struggle or resistance.

A meaningless outburst.

Any, worthless resistance.

Although Tars and Aesir were late to move, with the Prophet’s speed, it was possible to kill Laminea and Camilla in an instant, as well as the other two.

Any kind of uncontrollable behavior.

Any action that cannot be resisted.

It must have been so, but the Prophet’s movements stopped. The visions of the past that had spread over Camilla had stopped her in her tracks.

– Lucas and Enuel… … Please, live. At the end of the fairy tale I was drawing… … Lucas and Enuel, they are laughing together… … .

Now, just like this kid… … .

Because I love my colleagues… … .

Because I love my comrades to death… … .

Dying in place of his comrades and saving them… …the last voice, the last smile, and the last appearance of his former comrades.

‘Shurviel, you idiot… … .’

Yeah, these fools aren’t wrong. They’re all just being fooled, just like Surviel…

“Laminea!”

“Step back, senior!”

The Prophet dodged the slaughter of Surpin and Renault that came flying in the next moment with great ease.

If I could have killed them all, I would have killed them all, but I didn’t.

No, I couldn’t kill him.

Because of that kid, the sudden appearance of an old friend… … .

The prophet sat down gently in front of the entrance to the hall and said:

“I will spare all of you here just this once.”

The prophet turned around.

Ancient military boots… … .

He left the blood-stained hall with boots that seemed stronger than steel, yet lighter.

“You were not born to fight. You were not born to fight and die.”

“shut up……!”

“Go back. Go back and fulfill the desires you dreamed of when you were young and share love with the person you want. The day will come when the world will be completely right, so until then, live your life doing what you want.”

Tarth, who was holding onto Aeshir to keep him from running away, felt as if his heart was going to explode.

The three of us too… … .

He’s not an opponent you can beat. You can tell that even if you just cross swords once, or even if you don’t cross swords.

“This is a warning. Next time we meet on the battlefield, I will kill you.”

Camilla couldn’t even breathe. The moment she dared to breathe, she was overcome by an instinctive fear that she would die.

This may have been the first time I experienced the sensation of cold sweat pouring down like a heavy rain all over my body.

A bad feeling of discomfort soaks through my whole body, even wetting the clothes I wear.

Tuck, tuck, tuck… tuck, tuck… … .

As the gap between the footsteps gradually grew wider and the oppressive presence in the air completely disappeared… … .

Both my legs feel weak… … .

The lump of air that had been blocking the airway bursts out as if torn apart, and the heart that had stopped starts beating furiously as if trying to make up for its previous beat… … .

“Master, Master, come to your senses, Master… … !”

Only then could I make a sound.

Just like Ryunel, who continued to shake the Master’s body without stopping even at the moment of clashing with the Prophet, with a voice that had already stopped.

Shaking the Master’s cold, cooling corpse… … Tars rushed over and ripped off the Master’s breastplate as if he was destroying it.

“Eshir!”

“yes!”

Ashir pulled Camilla back and injected the blood serum syringe into the Master’s body several times.

Please speak up… … .

Please tell me it’s okay…

Just listening to that voice, the darkness in my heart is warmly burned, my tension is relieved, and tears come to my eyes…

“Come find Aydin or Silamine, Eshir, Camilla, hurry!”

Camilla couldn’t move. The moment she moved, at that moment, like her mother, she was afraid that her Master would leave her for a world where they would never meet again.

Not long after Aeshir left the hall, Delfred and Aydin rushed in.

Have you never encountered a prophet?

“What the hell, what is all this?”

Delfred said.

Aydin, the priest of Hong, sat down at his master’s bedside to treat him, but he looked around this hall of death with a blank expression.

“What unbelievable skill… … .”

“… … ?”

“Look at this. The entire temple grounds are soaked in blood, but not a single drop of blood has been splashed on the statue.”

* * *

“Hey, did you hear? I heard a prophet appeared in the 1st Army.”

“Silky Alter Gaumris has gone missing… …?”

“I heard that Ashur and Hongryeon’s disciples were also seriously injured.”

“The giant was torn to pieces! That crazy, heavy, solid giant, with just one sword! Does that make sense?”

The disaster in the city of red put a brake on the momentum of the unified army that was advancing towards its destination while weaving together reports of victories like a bamboo shoot.

Cheongseong stopped the line.

With a wide-open sense of touch, he thoroughly searched the entire recovery area three times as if catching a squirrel before giving the order to advance again.

This process took two weeks.

As Cheongseong Mirngardia had initially announced when establishing the operation, every second was of the essence.

“Camilla, can we walk already?”

Camilla was resistant to hemolytic serum, even though she wasn’t a Payquerier, so she was able to use very small amounts of it. In other words, she was able to regenerate very quickly, albeit in extremely small amounts.

But the wound did not heal.

The wound from that mysterious purple fang at that time began to slowly heal after more than ten days.

“It’s not even a serious injury for someone like me.”

I walked on crutches to the seat next to John, who was sitting on the dais. A farewell party was taking place below.

Runel was crying.

Holding the holy sword of the dead master.

Even as she said goodbye to her friend and classmate, Aresia, Runel continued to sob.

“How can you make such a sound of pain… … .”

What matters is not the body but the mind. The wounds on the body will eventually heal.

But the wounds in my heart… … .

If it had been my master, and not Silky Alter Gaumris, who had died like that, would I have been able to endure it?

“What will happen to Runel now?”

“I haven’t fully learned the Yonggwangchui method yet… … so I’ll learn it by looking at the swordsmanship secrets in .”

“Camilla!”

Just then, a dazzlingly familiar, welcoming voice was heard, and Sharon ran over to me, gasping for breath, and grabbed my shoulder.

“You’re alive, you’re alive. Oh my gosh, thank you.”

“What? Hey, what’s wrong with you?”

“They say that you were seriously injured to the point of death! You made such a fuss with the Master that you came here even though the entire army was on standby… … .”

The story seemed to have been distorted and exaggerated as it traveled across the distant plains.

Since Silky Alter Gaumris was killed in battle, it wouldn’t have been strange if the meaning of ‘seriously injured’ had been interpreted as ‘on the verge of death’.

I was grateful for the light of creation, for providence. Maybe I could have been with Sharon right now, in the place of Runel and Aresia… … .

“How did you manage to survive meeting the Prophet? Did you try to persuade him to introduce you to a plastic surgery clinic in the primitive kingdom?”

“No, Inma.”

“How was it? What kind of opponent were you?”

“That… … It was like looking at the Extreme Satellite Swords Fladimarte and Verumpeira… … It’s hard to explain in words.”

Fladimarte and Verumpeira, the swords had the form they should have taken.

The power that should have been there originally.

Should we say that he possessed all the power and dignity that he should have possessed, as an essential fullness, despite all his innate deficiencies?

‘Like the difference between a fake and the real thing.’