Tale of the Fake Hero - Chapter 294



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Season 3: Episode 102

“But why is Eldia Myu (04) after this?”

Camilla asked. Camilla and Sharon ran at full speed through the Void Corridor.

It took 3 hours to get there.

3 hours is too long.

I have to be back within 30 minutes.

Yoran, who had less stamina than Camilla and Sharon, followed them by climbing onto the platform created by the Voidlings.

“Could it be because of the regression of space and time?”

“Space-time retrograde?”

“Of the five kings, Anridal was given the greatest power to influence time and space. Could it be that he is trying to use that power to revive something from the past?”

Sharon raised an eyebrow.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. This is not my thought, but His Majesty the King’s.”

“There is nothing He does not know.”

Yes, there was nothing that Cheongseong didn’t know.

With the knowledge that there is nothing I do not know, I wanted to protect this sadly weak world. Just like the old Yong-Hyeon and his sisters.

So, so, wouldn’t it be that everyone will follow Him voluntarily?

-Why do you sacrifice yourself for humans?

This was before the operation began.

So, this happened when I was leaving the war room before saying my final farewells to the Master.

– They are a violent, selfish race that only cares about their own safety from birth.

The Fairy King Saoro I looked towards the northern part of Orvenheim, towards the port, and said this to Cheongseong Mirngadia.

The port was bustling.

Most of the nearly two million survivors of humanity had boarded the ships, and less than a tenth of that number, just over 200,000, were on the locomotive heading to the Ranoa Bridge.

– We inherited the same blood from those cowardly ancestors.

Camilla had never been more ashamed of her human race than at that moment, since she was born.

No, I even felt contempt.

Neither the fairies nor the Ain leave, but the human race, if it is a natural reaction for a living being that seeks life, then there is nothing that can be done about it, but no matter what… … .

– Are you saying that there are beings who are altruistic from birth?

Cheongseong said so.

Then Saoro refuted.

– Our fairy ancestors fought alongside the , and the most outstanding of them, the Enuel assault team, became the beastmen. The Ains were also creatures of Karenden, and they supported the Black Sun until the end of the war.

– … … .

– But what about humans?

– … … .

– Then and now, they always leave all the fighting to others and just stand back and watch from afar.

Cheongseong, who had been walking ahead while silently listening to Saoro’s accusations, suddenly stopped walking.

– Let us suppose that a master has two servants who are in charge of his flock.

– … … ?

– The master said he had to go away for a while and left his servant in charge of lighting a lamp to watch over the sheep at night.

– … … ?

– Do you think it is right for a servant who has been given a light to get angry with the servant who has no light because he does not keep watch over the flock at night?

Yong-Hyeon, who opened the ‘Silver Age’ and died.

The Samyeongryong that Yong-Hyeon left in this world also saw the truth of creation beyond this world and preached the source of that truth to this world.

– We have only received the light by the grace of creation, something the world calls power.

The truth of creation was different from the standards of value judgment of this world.

– It is not because of anything we have done well, but because we have simply received it from God through His great and abundant grace.

love.

commitment.

sacrifice.

Serving.

– So, knowing this, be thankful for the light you have received and move forward toward the goal of your calling. That is the will of creation for us.

It was the gospel of heaven, a world that considered the things the world called foolish to be of the highest value.

– Isn’t it because he was trustworthy and strong enough to be entrusted with the light?

Saorodo seemed impressed by Cheongseong’s words, but it seems he had an unyielding pride as a chosen person.

Then Cheongseong laughed.

It was not a cynicism that ridiculed the remark, but a fatherly smile of affection. It was an angelic smile with the love of creation on its face.

– Then it will be easier, Saoro. Light the way with your lamp from ahead, so that those without a lamp can become trustworthy and strong like you.

The hero I saw and learned, the end of ‘Black Summer’ (7)

– What? The Abyss’s Retinue?

Why did it feel like it was crying when its only sensory organ was a circular camera embedded in the center of its mechanical skull?

Why did you think I was crying?

My colleague, who was neither old nor living with a disability, barely surviving inside a machine, was crying as he looked at me, who had gained this new body.

– Enuel, come with me. Let’s get a new body! Let’s live together! Let’s keep Surviel, Kaduel, and Captain Alcaios alive!

But Enuel did not put the tip of his sword away. He was even caught concentrating his strength on his lower body to kick the ground.

I was so angry… … .

No, I was so angry… … .

Why on earth would you, why would you be loyal to such people even after death, even turning your sword against me, even though we have stood back to back and fought the same enemy time and time again?

– I won’t ask you to understand right away. But I have to take your core. So that I can give you a new body.

I don’t hate the method of persuading others by force. Rather, I think that is the most orthodox way to understand the rules of this universe.

Must be taken down.

The opponent is a former, strongest comrade.

But that’s when he had a complete body and Charillion, and right now he doesn’t have Charillion in his mechanical body.

– Let’s go, Yonniulan. You know I’m not the type of person who can control my strength.

I thought so.

Yes, I was optimistic about victory.

But the moment the first sum collided, it became clear that the optimism was nothing more than a pipe dream.

– Engraving Cham (刻印斬) – Yanabatsu (pierce).

It’s heavy, bone-crushing.

It’s so fast, all it takes is a few punches.

Strong enough to crush his left arm and right ankle in just five hits.

– Why, why on earth… … !

Don’t you feel wronged? How can you be so loyal?

To a being who made you live and die as a combat weapon without even living a month and leaving behind a single story of your own.

Now that I have become a soldier doll like this, I swing my sword at my former comrade without hesitation.

– What the heck is Eldia Omega (06)! You want us to guard the area until he shows up? In a piece of scrap metal? Go eat some shit! Are we just sacrifices for him? We fought all our lives?

Death is coming faster than super fast regeneration, aiming for life in a dark and blood red way.

I could tell.

I had a gut feeling.

The moment the next union is formed, it will not be a clash of power against power, but a war in which power destroys power and ends life.

– Karenden, he’s a psychopath! We’re just toys to him. Toys that can be remade when their limbs break!

A warrior whose swordsmanship was so powerful that it overwhelmed even the , and whose core was the strongest creation poem.

Die.

To my old comrade, I die.

‘This too… … wouldn’t be so bad.’

okay…….

Maybe this ending would be better… … .

– Imprint, Bakhu (isolation).

But there was no death for the old comrade. Perhaps he was planning to capture them, as the dimension itself was isolated.

Enuel’s greatsword pierced Lucasel’s abdomen, well below the core.

In other words, it was a place that avoided death. What was the reason?

– What on earth made you like this, Lucas… … .

The old comrade, the strongest Eldia, was definitely crying at that time… … .

That cry was a gap.

He broke the barrier of isolation with Yoniulan and ran away from that place. Enuel did not chase after him.

“What, what the hell is wrong… … .”

As he regained consciousness in his memories, Lucasel’s hands began to tremble.

“The wish to enjoy what was supposed to be enjoyed, even just once, and to enjoy it again… … What is so wrong with that! Tell me! Enuel, charge──!”

In an instant, a ray of crimson light shot up above Lucasel’s chest.

───Phuhaak!

Blood is pouring out of his mouth. The power of the dimensional collapse of the sword Volvier, the ultimate satellite, has exposed Lucasel’s core.

“it’s okay……!”

“Now is the time, this is the chance… … !”

“Get up, Floret! Now is the time to push!”

Could it be that the turmoil caused by old memories has created a gap in our sharpened cognitive domain?

No, it’s because of the white clouds…

At the end of Lucas’s gaze, he saw Cheongseong’s hand reaching out while bleeding.

‘That kid, he made me think he disappeared… … and then he hid away some of his power.’

The power of ultra-fast regeneration counters the dimensional collapse. The power to collapse the body and the power to repair it interlock, causing a huge overload in the body.

“The weak are not worth living for. They are not worth sacrificing your life to protect.”

“Lucasel said, bleeding profusely.

He had already recovered and was blocking his successors who were rushing towards him with swords pointed at them.

“Are you having trouble with what I’m saying? What on earth is difficult about it?”

What on earth is so difficult?

Even if your limbs are cut off, you keep running again, getting up again and again, and keep running against an opponent who is impossible to defeat?

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

Don’t you have eyes to see?

Don’t you have ears to hear?

“Each of your lives is precious, and you have the right to be happy like everyone else, or even happier than everyone else! You have the right to achieve your dreams, see what you want to see, and meet who you want to meet!”

The end of that road is now standing before your eyes.

The one who has walked that path first.

First, someone who has been through that path to the end is telling you what that path is like. Why don’t you listen?

“The reason you keep charging forward like madmen is because have brainwashed you into believing that being a warrior is beautiful, and that dying while fighting for others is noble!”

It’s not noble.

Nothing is noble.

“Your death is just a dog’s death! Will the weak who are left behind truly mourn your death? Will they mourn and lament and beat their chests every year?”

no.

You’ll forget it in ten years.

After 100 years, there will be those who make fun of it, saying that it was a meaningless death, or that it was just exaggerated for propaganda purposes.

“The history of the weak in the world I’ve seen has always been like that!”

The True Sword, Yonniulan, strikes away the blade of Renold, and with the same momentum, catches and tears apart the Plain Sword, Fladimarte, who was aiming from behind.

“If you can’t let go of those brainwashed beliefs, then die! Just die and rest in peace. This is euthanasia! I will return everything to normal and wake you up in a world where each and every one of you can enjoy everything you deserve!”

A torrent of power surged forward in an instant, inflicting fatal wounds on the Payqueriers who were simultaneously targeting Lucasel.

Paladin Evesran trembled.

The ancient war that took place in the distant past, the language used by our ancestors who did not know the name Eldia, came to mind automatically.

“Lusaela (Archangel)… … .”

Wings, wings of a sword.

Thirty-six purple blades were spread out neatly behind Lucasel’s back, forming wings.

The form is the pinnacle of swordsmanship, with each blade and each of them containing the essence of power, performing the exact same slashes as Lucael.

“Holy Poems – Series of Saints: Strange Spirit Swordsmanship.”