Tale of the Fake Hero - Chapter 287



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Season 3: Episode 95

Crisis is the back side of opportunity, withdrawal operation (4)

[Tars: Your Majesty! Your Majesty the Blue Star!]

[Mate: I can’t reach His Majesty the Qing. I’ll go to the center.]

[Krawzan: No. You must withdraw quickly. There are less than three minutes left before the city is engulfed in lava!]

Not everyone there knew.

[Eshir: Welcome!]

No, I forgot.

Maybe, I wanted to forget.

[Mosuna: The evacuation procession has all left, now all that’s left is for the Flying Corps and the Taishan Corps to arrive! Hurry!]

At the edge of this despair, a small hope is barely given, and even that hope is being trampled upon…

[Mate: Kishien, turn around first and head to the train station. With Griffin’s current stamina, even going to is limited, so we’ll have to use the train as well.]

[Kishien: Yes, Master.]

[Mate: First, your squadron… …Damage, Kishien, damage!]

When everything is over, when you think you’re finally out of the nightmare.

As if I had been waiting for it.

As if there was a story behind it.

A being that appears exactly half a beat later, bringing a bigger and stronger nightmare… … A light that was once called Eldia.

[Mate: Ah, ah, ahhhhhh… … Emergency, emergency! The Prophet has appeared! I repeat, the Prophet has appeared! Kishien has been hit! The 3rd Squadron has been annihilated!]

The armor of the Eldia, Eldia Primora, is said to be the 10th rank armor in the logistics ranking.

[Tars: What are you doing! Why don’t you leave quickly! You are serving His Majesty the Brain! Are you planning to expose His Majesty to danger?]

It is an armor that can even neutralize the effects of the 4th-grade abyss. To put it simply, it is like the lava is crushed and crumbled under its heavy footsteps.

[Zeroni: You didn’t come, senior!]

The ancient warrior, Ascension, was advancing, making a path of footprints on the lava.

[Tars: When the train comes this way, just jump on it! Let’s go!]

The sight is amazing.

The sight was astounding.

[Zeroni: We’re taking off! Get ready. We’ll be there in a minute! We’re currently heading towards the gates, avoiding the lava! We’ve connected three trains, so if we drop our weapons, we should be able to push them all in somehow! When the driver slows down once along the way!]

How nice it would be.

If only I could see the back of that being instead of the front.

[Mate: I’m going to kill that fucking bitch!]

That kind of being.

That is, the scene of a warrior breaking through the darkness and creating light.

[Tars: Mate! Reassemble the squadron and return to the train station!]

Looking at that transcendent light approaching from afar… … Tars smiled in vain.

Senior Vanessa… … .

Five years ago, on that day, did you feel this way too? The human heart can have such complex emotions.

[Mate: Senior! Didn’t you hear? That, that, that damned bitch, Kishien─!]

I don’t want to break up, but I have to. I want to live on, but I have to die.

I have no regrets. But… … .

It was comforting and reassuring to know that there was someone to whom I could entrust my beliefs, the flame of life that I had kept my whole life… … but it was also unbearably sad.

[Tars: ─You are now the first pay querier! You must lead the remaining successors! Your power is not suited to buying time!]

For a moment, a great silence descended, as if the brain-heart resonance had been cut off.

It took time.

Time to understand the meaning of those words, time to overcome the weight of those words. A time to follow in the footsteps of the history of courage that has been desperately added to and added to… … .

[Eshir: Senior Tars, no way.]

Oh, someone started crying.

Among the official payqueriers, that is, among all the payqueriers except for Ashir, it was Mozna Alter Solang who was the youngest.

[Tars: Don’t cry, Mozna. Even my disciple doesn’t cry. What can your disciple Aresia learn from seeing?]

The ground had already passed the limit of the lava’s melting action.

As the ground begins to warp, this lifeline, preserved by magic and sorcery… …the railway to Vanesis will also become dented and bent.

The power of the True Sword Yonniulan, which tears apart all connections between organic and inorganic matter, made the situation fatally worse.

[Tars: Zeroni, a prophet is now approaching our Taesanjin from the southwest. Please leave my disciple in charge.]

The vicious cycle continued, with structures collapsing violently and falling into the lava.

The impact of the buildings collapsing caused cracks in the ground to widen, causing more lava to spurt out through the cracks.

As the vibrations approached from afar, making it difficult to even stand, Tars turned his back.

“Roberis, it is time to put this surpang in your hands. Zeroni will be here soon. Board the train then.”

Kneel down.

And, more than anything else, he placed his hand on the shoulder of his precious treasure.

“What more can I, a man of little learning, teach you, a man of intelligence, Roberis? A warrior is a man who carries the iron cross and goes towards the goal. This is my goal, and this is where my iron cross will be erected.”

The sword is a cross of iron.

The bloody sun, the words left behind by Shurigan. That is why Shurigan’s symbol was the red cross.

These are the words that laid the foundation for Tars’s beliefs despite his limited knowledge. Those few words made Tars a warrior.

“But your goal is not here. Your goal is higher and farther away. Go, Roberis. Go with Schirpin to the future, to your goal.”

Tars unsheathed the polearm of the Supreme Sword, Surpang, and held it out, but Roberis did not extend his hand.

Ahead of the lava, the Taesanjin began to crumble under the fierce attack of the demons rushing towards each other for destruction.

The ground began to tilt.

The railway began to creak.

The heat dissipation magic and sorcery also began to flicker weakly, as if they were on the verge of breaking.

“… … I don’t want to break up.”

And then, Roberis, who had always acted so emotionless, lowered his head and began to sob.

“We’re not breaking up.”

I wanted to wipe away those tears, because now he would have to spend the night alone with those tears.

I really wanted to hug you and encourage you.

Because now I would have to live in a world where no hugs or encouragement would come. But there was no time.

“You go first.”

He tied the surpin tightly to his disciple’s back. The surpin cried out loud and repeatedly emitted its unique white light.

Tarth took hold of his disciple’s sword.

Originally, during the war, before disappearing, all the payqueriers would pass on the holy sword to their disciples and use the disciples’ iron swords.

“I’ll be waiting. Until Roberis arrives at the target.”

Roberis wanted to say.

I had to say it at that moment. If I didn’t say it, I would never get another chance in my life.

The reason why he had not sung Taesanga until now was not because he was ashamed of Taesanga.

[Zeroni: Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn this… … !]

I’m ashamed of myself.

Because I am so inadequate, so inadequate to be called the Master’s disciple.

[Zeroni: Alright. Leave that one-armed brat to me, and go hot enough to make that idiot Jacquard laugh. I’ll be right behind you.]

someday…….

One day in the future when I can proudly say to anyone that I am your disciple… … .

I thought I would sing Taesanga more powerfully than anyone else… … .

[Zeroni: Almost there! Get ready!]

[Florette: High-risk heat signature approaching at high speed! Train collision within 30 seconds!]

[Zeroni: No time to slow down! I’ll get it in the last square, so throw the little guy well!]

The blast of light that flew in, mercilessly slaughtering the lava and the demons, and the mysteriously curved and rushing sword light were deflected by Tars with his iron sword.

That backlash.

The shock.

The clash of force and force alone accelerated the collapse of the earth’s crust, and several soldiers of the Taishan Corps fell and slipped into the collapsing ground.

[Zeroni: Now!]

With that single impact, the iron sword shattered spectacularly and scattered. Even Schirpin had no more attachment to the sword.

The moment he stopped it, he threw down his sword.

He lifted his disciple with his free hand, but the weight was so heavy, and the signs of growth were so tearful…

“I love you, Lolo.”

I didn’t have time to feel that throbbing emotion. I only had one word to express that dazzling emotion because I had only learned it briefly.

Because I can’t express it.

Because I don’t have time to express it.

Instead, I had to build more in the future and I drew all the smiles I wanted to build on my lips.

“Master, I───!”

Tars threw his disciple towards the train that passed behind him with a loud noise.

Roberis’ outstretched hand flew into the train, but it could not reach his master.

Not just at that moment, but from that day forward, forever.

“─────That’s what I wanted to say!”

Zeroni stood at the back of the last car of the train and took on Shirpang and Roberis with his whole body.

The power of that inertia was enormous.

Because the shirpin was so heavy and fast, I had to bounce back to reduce the impact.

[Zeroni: Take your strength out of your body! Take your strength out!]

Zeroni’s body only stopped after it had penetrated the outer wall of the last cell and pushed all the way into the center of the interior.

Master… … ?

Roberis looked beyond the broken, windswept outer wall at the unacceptable and unacceptable reality.

‘I have a lot I wanted to say.’

I was timid and reserved, so I couldn’t express in words all the things you accepted me as, raised me, and taught me.

Could it be because of the lava explosion?

Or maybe it was because of the roar of the True Sword, Yonniulan. The connection to the Brain Heart Resonance Circle was disrupted or cut off, so it could not reach them.

[Tars: Engineer! Get out of here! Speed ​​up!]

All that could be heard was the last struggle of Negalas, the desperate groans, screams, and shouts of Tars and the Taishan Corps amidst the lava’s continued outburst.

It rings.

It rings.

It’s ringing again.

Amidst the thunderous roar that seemed to be shattering the world, and the volcanic ash storm that even engulfed the train, the completely collapsed and all signals were cut off.

“ah…….”

Now, nothing rings.

“iced coffee…….”

Roberis staggered and fell over as his legs gave out.

Since Surpang’s blade was longer than his body and the sword shaft was large compared to his body, the blade struck the ground first and supported Roberis.

Not only that, the center of gravity was shifted so that the proxy’s successor would be leaning against the outer wall.

The force caused the sword to come off, but this time Roberis stretched out his remaining arm and hugged the peeling Shirpang.

“The lofty Taishan, the deep valleys… … The snow-covered Taishan is our soul… … .”

Roberis shouted.

Somewhere in the landscape of memory, I cried out, recalling the day when my teacher and everyone else were alive and singing this song together.

“The spirit of the lofty Taishan… … raises up the mountains and rivers of despair… … .”

and.

The day I got to sing this song louder than anyone else.

Thinking back to the laughter that would have erupted from everyone in the Taesan Corps and the welcome of the Master’s smile.

“Ahh… … Surprise… … Wounded… … Injured… … Old tree… … Field… … Even… … Song… … .”

In that welcome, the song could not continue because of the tears that poured out through the gaps where the voice was heard.

Can I go… … .

From here to there… … .

Towards the goal where the Master promised to wait… … With all this longing, pain, and suffering… … Will I be able to reach the place where everyone is waiting… … .

* * *

“On December 24, 1675 AD, the remnants of the were able to retreat safely thanks to the sacrifice of Tars Alter Surpin and the Taishan Corps.”

On the other hand, the central army, which was the core of the great offensive of the Ma tribe in 1675, suffered damage close to destruction due to this strategy of Cheongseong.

“This victory was a great feat for humanity, as the Clans and Necrons would not recover their power until the Red Summer.”

History records this as a triumph, but would it really be accepted that way by Roberis Alter-Surpin?

“Roberis later succeeded his master as Alter Surpin. He named his unit the ‘Knights of the Iron Cross.’”

Then, in the middle of the ‘Red Summer’, Roberis Alter-Shirpin, who became a leading payquerier like his master, played an active role in the battle to subdue Negalas.

Successfully seals the Lizard Lord completely.

So she reached the finish line with the same smile her master had at the end.

“I passed on the light I received from my master, Tars Alter-Shirpin, to Charillion. Charillion recalls. Roberis Alter-Shirpin was my second master in life.”

* * *

“Look at your miserable state. Abandoned by everyone and left alone.”

In the midst of the lava rush, the only reason Tars’ lifeline was slightly longer was because of the presence before his eyes, the real one, not the fake, Eldia’s whim.

“Can I ask you one thing… … ?”

The body has already exceeded its limits.

The joints of the body, which could not be repaired even with hemolytic serum, were screaming in the midst of rapid aging.

Blood evaporates as soon as it flows out. Is it because of the geothermal heat that burns even the atmosphere, or is it because of that presence?

“I will grant you this as a reward for your politeness and for taking my blunder.”

“What on earth do you want? You… … You were the dream and ideal of us all… … Why are you doing this… … .”

“Utterapolis? How absurd. What good is it to have a utopia where people are left to die like this after being abandoned and thrown away?”

It was an unbelievable statement, and an unbelievable expression.

Lucasel was smiling.

It was an expression that was a mixture of crying and laughter.

“No, it’s not your fault. Surviel and everyone else have been brainwashed. By the who have ignored the laws of the universe and put unconditional sacrifice as the highest value.”

“… … ?”

“If everyone in this world was strong, there would be no need for anyone to sacrifice themselves for someone else.”

“… … !”

“There is no need to fight on someone else’s behalf, and no need to be driven into a desperate situation alone. In a world where everyone is strong in body and mind, goes out to the battlefield, and does their part.”

“… … .”

“The victory in the Great Abyss War is only achieved after such a world is established. Not this crazy world where you have to forge warriors to create them and not let someone die!”

It was the first time he had heard that, and it was an idea he had never thought of, but… … Tars instinctively thought that was wrong.

I was surprised by my own thinking.

I wondered if I had such deep thoughts, but perhaps I had already known it since birth and became certain of it as I lived.

“Aren’t all humans born weak?”

A virtuous cycle where the strong help the weak, and the strong help the weak…

That was the light that Tars saw.

And that was the warrior that Tars had protected.

Roberis.

All the teachings I could give you I have imparted through my life.

So, someday, you too can become someone who can pass that life on to someone else.

At the end of that thought toward the disciple whom he could no longer meet, a dazzling sword light rose from above the wretched stick that could not even be called a sword, forming a blade.

It’s a blade.

Couldn’t it be called a blade of faith?

“Don’t worry. Unlike those who abandon you, I will never give up on you.”

Lucasel looked up into the sky, avoiding Tars’ gaze, and drew on the power of Yonniulan.

In every moment of killing like this.

I couldn’t look straight into the eyes of my successors, who I had to kill and put to sleep for a while, because of the visions of the past and the eyes of my old comrades reflected on my retina.

“I promise that I will wake you up soon, in a world where everything is right, where you can enjoy everything you deserve.”

The True Sword, Yonniulan, cried out.

In the face of that absolute rupture, the death of Tarth, with its flesh scattered and blood splattered, was quiet and helpless.

No, it was quiet because I was lethargic.

“What the heck… … .”

In a heartfelt sigh, the strength left Lucasel’s hands.

“How much are you guys…?”

The ground where Yoniulan collapsed… … .

I slid down onto the lava that was boiling up to my ankles (the depth was slowly getting shallower, perhaps because the power of Naigalas was subsiding).

But just before falling into the lava, the True Sword flew of its own volition and hung on Lucasel’s back.

“How much more of this kind of tragedy do I have to see, experience, and feel before I open my eyes… … .”