Tale of the Fake Hero - Chapter 279



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Season 3: Episode 87

[Laminea: Red Lotus Corps, our mission is to neutralize the power of Cave 13 among the Aroele Caves around the royal palace.]

The tank gun used by the Geoshin Type 7 even had new shells (this is also one of Halbaron’s masterpieces).

Bunker Buster shell.

The primitive people who were under the control of the reptilians were even taught the fighting methods, and enjoyed the tactic of turning the land into a desert and then hiding deep underground.

[Laminea: If we don’t neutralize that quickly, will be buried underground. The 2nd Armored Battalion will be at the forefront to help! Alright, let’s go!]

This shell was a new weapon that dealt a direct blow to their tactics.

It can be said to be a masterpiece.

This shell, which has the property of exploding after sinking deep into the ground with its enormous mass, was used this time for a similar but different purpose.

[Halvaron: I managed to neutralize 11 of the 13 barriers. The remaining two are either too strong for my curse or are located deeper, so my shells cannot reach them.]

The purpose is to completely burn down the underground Aroele Caves.

Originally, the Solund Dynasty carved seals into the stone caves to suppress the primordial power, but now that even this has disappeared, it is impossible to know what will happen in the future.

However, what humanity needed to focus on at that time was the present, not the future. It seemed that Cheongseong had already considered giving up the continent of Adrion at this time.

[Tars: You’ve already scorched 11 of them, so it seems like you’ve monopolized all the military credit, Admiral Ain. You can rest for a bit.]

[Halvaron: Yeah, don’t blame them. They say that if you’re stupid, your body will suffer. As for the other two, you’ll have to get rid of them by spiting out blood.]

[Laminea: It’s just a drop in the bucket compared to the blood and sweat the Admiral must have shed while developing that shell.]

[Halvaron: I was wondering how your disciple could play with his tongue so well, but it turns out he learned it all from you.]

[Camilla: You’re wrong. The Master taught me that.]

Against this backdrop, the Taishan Corps headed to the First Grotto, and the Honglian Corps headed to the Thirteenth Grotto.

The underground was a dark place.

The 3rd Armored Battalion of the 3rd Special Forces Group advanced forward, illuminating the front with lights, while Delfred and Melene turned on lights all around to illuminate their watches.

[Kunha: This is Yerger 1, they’re stuck in the vent. I need help!]

[Laminea: Squad! Defend the giants! Stop the primitive army from advancing!]

The caves were made of smooth rock walls that formed arches and were so large that giants could pass through them.

It was true that my heart was heavy as I watched the civilization of the fallen kingdom, but I had no time to appreciate it.

Primitive people were everywhere.

I don’t know when, how, or where they will appear… … but as time goes by, they will surround the corps from all sides and surge forward.

The basement was also their territory.

Shooting in underground spaces was fraught with the risk of friendly fire from ricocheting bullets. Therefore, shooting was prohibited and only bayonet combat was permitted.

[Griffvern: Caveman! 11 o’clock!]

It was the water bottle that minimized the damage.

They have eyes that can see everything clearly even in the dark, and a sense of smell and hearing that can detect the aura of death.

That’s why Laminea was able to leave the main force to Griffberen and work at the forefront with Camilla.

[Laminea: Kami!]

Beyond Aradmantel’s sword light, Camilla leapt forward in front of a group of primitives running towards the giant type 7, avoiding Laminea.

The 10th form of the ten-letter alphabet, cross-beheading.

Just before the primitive man spits out corrosive mucus into the giant’s vents, the blade’s metallic glow and the blue light of magical power overlap in a single orbit, severing the creature’s body into four pieces.

[Kunha: This is Yerger 1, you are very skilled. Thank you for your help. I will continue to move forward and open the way.]

Laminea placed a hand on Camilla’s head as she swung her stance as she landed, shaking off her sap, flesh, and fat.

Just, just something like that… … .

Even with such a small touch… … .

Why did I feel like crying every moment? It seemed like the Master understood everything. Even the guilt I felt when cutting down a primitive man or a bloodthirsty man.

[Halvaron: This is the 3rd Special Forces Group. The situation on the ground is not good. Report the situation underground.]

[Tars: What’s going on?]

[Halbaron: Can’t you feel the earthquake underground? The burial process of has begun.]

[Laminea: We’re moving forward as fast as we can right now!]

[Halvaron: I think about an hour would be the limit. If it goes any further than that, the entire railway will be cut off.]

I’m working so hard that I’m out of breath, but is this really such an urgent situation?

In fact, all operations were like that.

All operations in the final years of ‘Black Summer’ were like a fight against time, with each second counting.

But looking back… … .

If Halbaron’s new weapon had not already scorched the 11 caves, this operation would not have been possible in the first place.

[Melene: Enemies appear again from the right!]

[Laminea: The caves are starting to collapse! Delfred!]

[Delfred: Johan, remember what I taught you. It’s steel attribute magic. Build the frame!]

[Kunha: I authorize you to fire! Fire suppressive fire at that cave!]

[Griffver: Enemies appear from the left aqueduct!]

As we descended deeper into the cave, each time we reached a crossroads, a crisis arose.

Cut… … .

Cut, stab, and cut again… … .

As we continued to advance, past the corpses of our allies that had become lumps of flesh and blood of primitive people, finally.

[Kunha: This is Yerger 1, informing the Red Lotus Corps. The target has entered the visual range.]

[John: A primitive tumor formed by a surgical procedure… … I’m sure of it!]

[Halvaron: I’m guessing about a minute left. The train is about to buckle. I don’t know about the side.]

[Griffvern: We will attack from the flank by passing through the cave they emerged from.]

[Laminea: Delfred, read the coordinates and transmit them to the artillery!]

[Delfred: The depth is too deep, and that barrier is going out of control, so I can’t read the coordinates! I have to deal with it myself!]

For a moment, Laminea looked at her beloved disciple… … then took a deep breath and let it out as if sighing.

Strength… … .

Life… … .

I want to survive even a little bit, and I want to be with you a little bit longer, but in the end, there’s nothing I can do.

“Let’s go, Aradmantel.”

The Eve of the Counterattack, the Defense of the Sun Castle (2)

Lamine kicked with such force that it seemed as if the ground would collapse. The footprints dug deep enough to create a ditch.

The magical power that surges out of the body accelerates the body’s time.

Paradoxically, it feels like the flow of time around me is slowing down.

‘One, two, three.’

The hundreds of primitive people blocking their path are cleanly cut down in the red lotus bubble, their cross-sections charred and burned to ashes.

‘Four, five, six.’

A single catastrophic attack unfolds a bloody horizon, and the lives of those on it change into destruction.

‘Seven, eight, nine.’

An overload of power, an overuse of power that is not permitted by providence, the body screams… … and the insufficient power is finally drawn from the future.

Exhaustion of life span.

Even as she felt her hair bleaching and growing weaker, Laminea did not stop.

In an instant.

In an instant, really.

At that moment, the bloody trail left by Aradmantel’s initial attack had not yet faded from Camilla’s retina.

‘amazing…….’

Laminea, who reached the front of the barrier with only the scent of flowers left behind, threw away her scabbard and grabbed the hilt of Aradmantel’s sword with both hands, raising the blade high.

‘Master is so amazing… … !’

The power that roared red from Aradmantel’s sword is concentrated into the sword, gaining ultimate destructive power.

[Laminea: Senior Tars!]

The sword light explodes as it pierces through the barrier surrounding the primordial tumor in one breath, and then pierces through the primordial core beyond it.

[Laminea: Our side is almost finished! Your side is!]

Could the nucleus itself have life?

Woof woof… … !

It seemed as if a terrifying, twisted, primordial scream was heard, and as it disappeared, it released a massive shockwave that shook gravity.

[John: Camilla, come here!]

Before John could even shout that, Camilla, who had been at the forefront with Laminea, had already taken the brunt of the shockwave.

It wouldn’t have mattered if that power had been that of another race of demons, not Necrons.

The flesh, which had stopped progressing through primitive transformation, was affected by that power.

Oh my god, there’s a crack in the awards.

Consciousness is summoned and called out.

The perfect dictator commanding the primordial armies… … The highest consciousness, the echo of the old desert, Falk-Sha, Serbute… … .

[Come, come here, strike down my enemy… … .]

The call to arms for the herd consciousness… … Camilla sank to the ground, clutching her head in pain.

That order was not some mean trap or something, it was a real emergency order.

The situation could be seen clearly because the consciousness of the group, that is, the Black Viper Serbut, was synchronized.

Incandescent.

The light that descended before Serbut’s eyes, just before the downfall of the sun city , caused the primitive people to disappear in the divine heat of that light.

“Servant.”

Mirngardia of Cheongseong.

In that noble radiance, the primordial curse disappeared, and those who had been bound by the curse shed tears as they returned to the light.

Lizard… … no, Serbut’s eyes narrowed inside his helmet, modeled after an ancient viper.

“Use honorifics in front of me, you lowly and blasphemous being. I cannot tolerate this. How dare you dare to be blasphemous, a being like you, created in the image of the absolute being of the abyss.”

Even if we blow up hundreds of primitive entities, they are nothing more than a bunch of thugs, not a threat at all.

On the palm of Serbut’s hand, the evil thoughts of the spirit ran wild.

When the thought that had been coiled like a snake vomited something out, a hundred shapes rose from the vomit, each of them different in shape.

They are fighters.

The fallen souls of warriors who had made a name for themselves in every war that took place in the Demon World since the Age of Origin, when light drove out darkness.

“True necromancy requires the ability to use all of the power, ability, skill, and craft of one’s life. With this power, I have conquered the southern part of the Demon Realm!”

Third in the Falk-Shah series, Yellow Scorpion Chacalone.

If the mastermind behind the incident had the advantage of commanding a large number of primitive people, Serbut’s specialty was the necromancy of a small number of elite people.

Serbut’s necromancy is unique in that it only advances the primalization of the deceased ‘as much as necessary’ – just enough to aid them in using their powers and skills from life.

The 100 fighters created in this way.

The Serbute only had 100 fighters at its disposal, and if they were looking for a stronger fighter, they would discard one of the original 100.

“Hehehehehe, right, someone like you would be able to collect these 100 items─?!”

At that moment, at that one moment, all Cheongseong did was elegantly close his eyes with his long eyelids and raise his right index finger in front of his lips as if telling them to be quiet.

But… … it changed.

The world, the whole world, is hazy blue, sadly white, and therefore quiet… … into the world of lakes and trees.

“First Mind Realm, Creation Ceremony: Flowing World Deity.”

There was nothing there.

There was no primordial curse, no sorrow of curse, no heart to feel sorrow.

In a world where everything was submerged, projected, and reflected, the lake’s surface reflected all of Serbute’s bewildering images.

‘What is this space…?’

The confusion, the thrill, the fear he was feeling now, came from something more primal.

Abyss… … .

The abyss within his soul was agitated. The memories within the abyss, namely the memories of the master of the abyss who had given power to Serbute, overlapped over Cheongseong for a moment.

that…….

Lord of Light … … .

Black Sun, Karenden… … .

This power was originally inherited by Karenden’s spirit, the Flowing World Lord, Yong-Hyeon Rain Ludwig… … and was passed down to his spiritual successor, Cheongseong.

One of the seven chapters of Genesis.

Combined with the power of the Psalms of Creation.

The original form of power in the Book of Genesis is a chain, and with that chain, it binds those who go against the providence of creation and banishes them beyond that space.

Cheongseong’s name was a little different.

The World Tree, which stands at the center of this world, this worldly realm… … The roots of that World Tree wrap around the target instead of chains. Its composition is the same: a verse from the Psalm of Creation, that is, a string of characters.

“What is this, power, ability… … No, no! My army! My fighters! My enemy, this blasphemous one who is here now… …!”

That was… that was the end of it, so futile.

Serbut, whose whole body was wrapped in roots, was dragged into the lake, and soon became quiet.

The bastard’s only failure was that he didn’t deploy the anti-dragon barrier in time (or was too arrogant).

Although Cheongseong’s rank was not that of a divine dragon but of a true dragon, he inherited most of the power of the water dragon Yeriserika, so although his power was weaker than that of the light dragon, it was stronger than all of the five lords of the Dharma Emperor’s Office combined.

Again… … .

The only trace of Serbute’s existence was a single ripple quietly spreading across the lake.

At the end of that ripple, the world returned to its original state and Camilla’s consciousness also broke free from the shackles of the hive and returned to her body.

Camilla was leaving the cave in Laminea’s arms when she opened her eyes and saw her Master’s face collapse into a tearful expression.

“Kami!”

Camilla tried to explain what was happening.

I wanted to let everyone know about Cheongseong’s performance, the power that made my whole body tremble.

But there was no need for that. Just one word was enough. Just the one word that followed.

[Cheongseong: It’s over.]

Cheongseong does not boast of his strength. He is not arrogant. He does not show off.

I’m just notifying you.

That is why everyone is in awe of Cheongseong and its power.

And then I dare to imagine.

What would the world have been like in the days when Yong-Hyeon Rain Ludwig touched the joys and sorrows of this land?

[Cheongseong: All units, gather at the Taeyangseong platform. Halbaron will order the 3rd Military Support Group to lead the train waiting at . That’s it.]