Tale of the Fake Hero - Chapter 292



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Season 3: Episode 100

“It was in 1563 that this void was built beneath the Red Mountains to isolate this seal.”

“this……?”

“One of the is in there… …?”

The eldest daughter of the miracles left on this land by Yong-Hyeon Rain Ludwig… … Akira of the Red Flame.

She is said to possess the strongest military power among the Three Young Dragons, and has single-handedly protected the peace of the Adrion Continent. It is said that she personally stepped forward and led the sealing of the Anridal Incident.

His Majesty Brain Xiang and His Majesty Cheongseong were both incredibly strong, but if they were stronger than them, how strong would they be?

“The undying flame of the Red Flame Akira is currently engulfing the core of Anridal. That is the true seal, and the Void Seal Orb was deployed by Arzen to support that flame.”

“… … !”

“The seal that Arzen created is a whopping 10 feet thick and completely isolates Anridal with void energy. It must never be released. Also, as you saw on your way back, he left behind countless servants of the void to protect it without any problems.”

It’s been a long time since I’ve felt so mentally overwhelmed by just a description of power.

But there was a problem.

In fact, it was a question I had from the moment I saw that seal.

“But how am I supposed to carry this? It’s so big?”

Yoran moved towards the sealing sphere, raised both arms high and supported the lower surface of the sealing sphere.

That… … ?

Are you planning on lifting it…?

As soon as I had that ignorant question, ripples spread throughout the entire seal. Waves of emptiness spread upwards, sloppily, and the seal began to shrink.

‘This is crazy, even though it’s not finished yet, that guy is also an apostle of the void… … .’

Voidlake gathered hundreds of layers of roots and stems, and the shrinking seal was finally held in Yoran’s arms.

It was an unbelievable size.

What was eating away at the entire horizon of the underground space had grown to the size of Yoran’s upper body and was now held in his arms.

“You have to get it back here within 12 hours. Let’s go now.”

As Yoran was about to hand the seal to Camilla, Sharon shook her head.

“If you take this to your target in this state, something might happen, Princess. The opponent is Eldia! Camilla’s hands and feet must be free.”

“Well, that would be right.”

“Sharon, and a regular bag won’t do.”

“Would you like to turn around and look, Miss? Yes, please stay still. Don’t move in surprise.”

The apostles had a different way of using miracles than the judges and priests. The latter received the power through fervent prayer, while the former gave orders.

“Rea barolus.”

The voice of the apostle is the divine command, and the servants of the void respond to that command.

Behind Camilla’s back, or rather, from the dimension behind her back, the arm of a void demon suddenly shot out.

And he held the seal tightly with both arms, and it didn’t even move an inch no matter how hard Sharon tried to pull it out.

“It has the power to even throw down Tauras, so you don’t have to worry about it falling.”

“Haha, you’re really amazing. You’ll probably make a name for yourself later.”

“It is truly an honor to hear such words from you, young lady.”

Camilla moved her body around and was greatly impressed.

The demon’s arm came not from Camilla’s back but from the dimension of the void, so it felt like no weight or restraint at all. In other words, it was able to move as easily as if it were my own body.

Okay, if this is it… … Camilla nodded.

“The Eldia sealing operation may have already begun. Let’s hurry and go back with the seal.”

The hero I saw and learned, the end of ‘Black Summer’ (5)

“Ashir, you worthless bitch! Why are you lying there!”

Aeshir bit his lower lip helplessly at the rebuke from Zeroni Alter Fladimarte.

“Senior, I’m sorry. I tried my best, but I fell short… … .”

“That’s not it, why did you fight alone! Why didn’t you run away? If you send us first, how are we going to treat Senior Vinesa?”

Vinessa Alter Renault, who has always led the way for us.

He was always a man who spread the flame of courage to the world by taking a path that no one wanted to take.

He should have stepped down from the position of pay queer more beautifully than anyone else.

‘The same goes for Senior Tars.’

While watching his disciple become a Payquerier, he personally passed on the Holy Sword to his master.

The cathedral bells are ringing… … .

People are spreading pollen… … .

In the light of all the juniors applauding… … I should have held a celebration of life improvement.

“Since you made Senior Vinessa’s disciple look like that, I’m going to make it several times more miserable than that, you fossil hag!”

A trace of a bitter smile appeared on Lucas’ lips.

You look alike, my old self… … .

Is the representative of the counterfeit selected to be someone whose personality is similar to that of the successor of the genuine article?

Kaaaa …

The clash between the True Sword, Yonniulan, and the Extreme Satellite Sword, Fladimarte.

It was said that the Geukwi Seonggeom was originally going to be called the Wi (Fake) Seonggeom.

In other words, it was like a real clash between the real and the fake.

The 6th form of the Holy Sword Technique.

Research snake thousand.

The blades twisted like snakes and scraped against each other roughly, creating a terrible, metallic sound.

That’s quite a lot.

Although the form of ‘My Swordsmanship’ is lacking, it is a perfectly established movement.

“But compared to the way you barked indiscriminately, isn’t it nothing?”

Fladimarte’s blade bounced vertically, unable to withstand the clash with Yonniulan.

Yonniulan’s blade had already begun to return to its hilt, preparing for the next attack.

There was no need to wait for Yonniulan to return. As the inspector moved forward, the time for the Sabok Sword to combine was greatly shortened.

‘What the hell─!’

For a moment.

‘─This fossil hag, has she only been eating and swordsmanship for two thousand years?’

As soon as the power was concentrated on the tips of Lucasel’s feet, the new form slid behind Zeroni and dug in.

There is no need to swing the Yonniulan again as it returns to the hilt. It is a move that changes the trajectory of the training into a trajectory of killing.

At that moment, when Yoniulan was about to tear Zeroni’s body apart, just as his life was about to be cut short, Lucasel twisted his body.

Charrrrrrrr… … Chaeaeaaeng!

As you twist your body backwards, the orbit of the yoni ulan will also be naturally corrected.

Above that orbit, a thunderous explosion rips through the eardrums. Sparks are scattered like a hail, blinding even the twilight of dawn.

At the same time, a crimson dimensional crack opens at the site of the collision. In that moment, an urgent and desperate thought flashed through Lucasel’s mind: Kaduel…

It has to be this way.

This reaction is natural.

That is Eldia Bete (02), a replica of the true sword Hisgivid of Carduel… … The power of Hisgivid has been implemented in modern times by the polar satellite sword Volvier.

“Damn it, the Heavenly Sword Sutra was so easily… …!”

What appeared at the end of the arrow’s straight trajectory was Mate Alter Volvier, the current leading Payquerier and representative of the Holy Sword Volvier, the bow-sword type.

The backlash from the cliff covers the entire body.

He is seen inserting a syringe of hemolytic serum into his wrist while wiping away the cold sweat running down his entire body and the sweat dripping down his forehead like rain.

“I’m sorry, Senior! I should have lured you more clearly… …!”

“Focus! Keep pushing!”

In the face of the threat of the polar satellite swords rushing in from both sides, the true sword Yoniulan roars harshly.

The roar tears the whole area apart.

The Extreme Satellite Swords let out screams of fear in front of the light of Yonniulan, which slashed the area 128 times at a speed beyond common sense.

“Oh my, avoid this?”

Zeroni, who had stepped back with Asher on his shoulder, felt his lips, soaked in cold sweat, parting as if in a smile.

It’s so thrilling, it’s thrilling.

At this very moment, is there anyone who can more accurately understand the level of that technique than I, the successor to the Holy Sword Technique and Pladimarte?

‘It’s not just that the damage is quick.’

From the delicate footwork to the body movements that bring the strike up even faster and sharper, everything is a textbook example of swordsmanship.

“If we had met in a different way, I would have hung on to you somehow and received some swordsmanship instruction!”

Even the control skills of the private sword are outstanding.

It doesn’t end with just one swing, but the irregular movements of the sword unilaterally block the opponent’s reaction.

They must have fought these battles millions or tens of millions of times. That means they know exactly how their opponents will react.

“I’m so sad, I could die from regret!”

The 10th form of the Holy Sword Technique.

Chilseong (Seven Stars).

A technique in which the sword splits and attacks the opponent from seven directions, tearing them apart into seven pieces at the same time.

“I can tell you. Your hand movements are awkward. Try changing the way you hold the sword handle.”

The intense flames of the attack are fleetingly torn apart by the purple howls of the Yonyulan, and a fine crack spreads across one side of the blade of the Fladimarte.

“Hold the tip of the hilt and the tip, and release your left index finger to give yourself some strength. This will make the movement of the sabukken smoother.”

Even as he gave that advice, Lucasel sensed a murderous intent aimed at his heart.

I twisted my body slightly.

Even though Volvier’s arrow passed between his ribs, a chill ran from the tip of his spine to the tip of his head.

‘Another attack?’

When I came to my senses, the sword of the Extreme Satellite Sword Tasalpo was thrust right into my heart.

Everything is for this one moment.

The sparks of the clash with Fladimarte, the blind spot in the field of vision that would occur when avoiding Volvier’s arrows, all of this was used as cover by Floret Alter Tasalpo to approach.

“That’s interesting.”

Tasalpo pierced the exact spot where Lucasel’s heart had been just a moment ago.

A spark of friction flew at the tip of the sword.

I missed it by a hair’s breadth.

Before Floret could even take a deep breath, Lucasel’s sword was thrust deep into her abdomen.

“Senior Floret… … !”

As he watched Floret bounce and roll across the ground, Asher cried out in pain.

Shit, shit… … .

I’m still injecting the hemolytic serum, so hurry up and regenerate. What if the skeleton is finally regenerating?

“Even though they have many shortcomings, they complement each other’s shortcomings and show excellent cooperation.”

Back in the old days… … .

Just like us, who fought together, shedding blood, in that desperate and miserable war of the abyss without a single ray of light.

– Lucas, I think it would be better if you changed the sword technique like this. It would be much faster.

Eldia Alma (01), Alcaios.

– Lucas, swordsmanship should not be understood simply as a physical action. If we apply space physics and the equations of relative distance and damage, we can create swordsmanship that is more efficient and powerful.

Eldia Bete (02), Carduel.

– Oh, I’ll take care of it!

In such ridiculous daily life, the muffled laughter of Eldia Del (03), Surviel, who timidly covered her face with a data module, was always mixed in.

– Hot, haha, aha, hehehe… … .

A memory of a day that was warmer than any spring, and more dazzling than any dawn, moistening the soul… … .

“But it means nothing to me. I have been watching your every movement and swordsmanship, and I know the origins of it all for hundreds of years.”

I can’t yield to anyone.

To bring that memory back into this world, to change it from a dream memory into reality.

“Tear it apart, Yonniulan.”

In an instant, the payqueriers reflexively raised their blades in the expected trajectory of the attack.

But it’s meaningless.

If it had been an attack that could be defended against with ‘common sense power’, it could not have been the liberation of the True Sword that even cut through the flesh of the .

“Hey, seniors… … !”

The ground and the forest were torn apart in a hideous manner.

The world seemed to have been torn apart by the fangs of some unseen beast, cracks like teeth marks covering the terrain.

Everything within that radius was torn apart terribly, losing its original form as the connections between its molecules were lost.

“… … !”

“… … !”

“… … !”

I managed to save my life by holding out the Sword of the Supreme Satellite, but all of the Payqueriers were covered in blood and were bleeding all over their bodies.

“Now wake up! Why were you forced into this place, fighting an unwinnable opponent, and dying in the process? Why on earth! Did you find that strange─!”

Lucasel discovered something strange, perhaps even eerie.

Why are these guys laughing?

Just trying to keep your body from bleeding to death by catching your breath would be hard work, so why?

Cheonggwang (clear light).

An overwhelming beam of light transcended my vision and covered my consciousness.

This is not just a light.

All the molecules that make up light are strings of the Changming Psalm, waves of power that are difficult to tear apart even with the liberation of the holy sword of Yonniulan.

However, defense is possible.

Like a snake coiling, the purple sword light of Yonyulan offsets and flows out the light that enveloped Lucael’s entire body from the saturation of blue light.

“Are you Yeri Serika? It’s been a while.”

When the torrent of blue light subsided, Lucas opened his mouth as he collected Yonniulan.

Yeriserica, the old water dragon.

The boy’s entire growth from childhood to adulthood remained in Lucas’s memory.

but…….

The being that appeared before Lucasel’s eyes at that time was not Jeriserica. Although it possessed the same power and presence, its appearance was very different.

“But the pupils are still the same.”

Lucas’ eyes narrowed as he looked at Cheongseong, who was staring at him calmly with his eyes straight up while covering his mouth with his left hand and spitting out blood.

Those eyes… … .

I hated those eyes… … .

Eyes that seem to stand somewhere in a world we don’t know, eyes that believe they are safe and only send their puppets to dangerous places.

‘These are Karen’s eyes.’

So, Lucasel was fond of the light dragon Haraderiman and the fire dragon Bel’dakidun, but he couldn’t like Jeriselica at all.

The guy looks similar.

They look too similar.

The ruthless creator, the black sun Karenden, said Mirngardia of the Blue Star to the Payqueriers.

“I’ll give you one minute… … You guys hurry up and get your bodies treated.”