The Munchkin Disciple Wants To Stop Being Obsessed Over - Chapter 184



The Table of Destruction (10)

Whether human, monster, or something else.

A battle that will determine the lives of the parties involved is bound to be fierce.

It doesn’t matter how many people participate in the battle.

The same goes for things like location, status, terrain, and weather.

There is only one thing that matters.

Life is at stake.

If you don’t kill, you die.

If you’re dead, you can’t kill me.

The battle taking place here on the coast of Adenia was like that.

Someone’s sword cuts through something’s flesh.

Someone’s magic is applied to something.

Black slugs splash everywhere.

Disgusting chunks of flesh fall everywhere.

Someone is bitten by something’s teeth,

Someone’s armor gets dented by something’s claws.

Countless red blood spurts into the air.

Screams echo from all over.

In the midst of the fierce battle between humans and non-humans, people of all kinds were fighting their own battles.

Dian and Darren, magicians from the warrior party,

Yan, the sword master of the empire known as the Sword Saint,

Michelan, the sword of the Holy Nation and the leader of the Crusaders,

Hilda, the principal of Aden Academy and known as the great magician.

Some were veterans who had fought in these battles for the first time, while others were not.

Choaaak!

There was a warrior candidate named Fran, who was swinging a sword filled with starlight at high speed.

“The first form of the Shinkenryu. Soul cutting!”

There was also Rose d’Armien, who was only from a local vassalage, but had many excellent teachers.

“···.”

There was also Sage, a magical doll that slaughtered monsters without emotion using all kinds of magic.

“Ha, ha… Why does it feel like I’m the only one busy…?”

There was also Daisy, a versatile being who could constantly create subspace magic, moving people or materials, or attacking monsters.

Their presence stood out even in the fierce battlefield.

Around them, only black slurry, not red blood, spurted out.

The people around them cheered instead of screamed, and only the howls of the monsters could be heard nearby.

In the midst of all this, there was a strange sound that echoed throughout the battlefield.

Fire, fire! Fire!

Everyone’s eyes turned in that direction.

There, a black color that gave me goosebumps just by looking at it was gradually increasing in size.

Only humans were hesitant in front of its overwhelming majesty.

The monsters that had set foot on the ground were rushing at the knights with even greater activity, as if the black sphere were a talisman of victory.

“Uh, that’s···.”

“Wake up! Get out of here!”

“Eww···!”

As casualties continued to rise, even though they were almost non-existent, veterans accustomed to combat were at a loss.

It had to be that way. They thought the black beam would only fire once, and even if it did, it would be a long time after they had sorted out the situation.

Black Yan prepared the final secret of the Black Sword’s Secret.

Headmaster Hilda was prepared to perform magic beyond what she had achieved, even if it meant breaking her own core.

Diane and Darren were both chewing their lips, preparing to do their best.

The students at the academy, including Fran, could only watch the scene.

Because no matter how much they grew, they were not enough to fight against that black ray.

In that situation.

Dreaming.

The eerie eyes closed and opened without mercy.

Choaaah!

A black beam of light with incomparable power to that of before was shot out over the sea.

The sea splits apart, and the split waters shoot up into the sky. The floor where the waters disappeared is roughly dug up by the shock wave.

Everyone who saw that overwhelming sight stopped moving and lost the will to resist.

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No, I almost lost it. Until I saw a large blue line flapping its wings above them and flying towards the black beam.

“Our baby···!”

Sage’s face showed a rare expression of emotion at the sight.

It was worth it. Because the blue line that everyone was looking at was actually a tweet flying at high speed.

“Is that really a tweet?”

Rose muttered, staring blankly at the large bluebird.

“Wow… I thought it was Yongin….”

Fran had a rare expression of surprise on her face as she looked at the overwhelming sight.

“A scream···?”

Daisy muttered as she stood on top of a beautiful, large blue bird that could rival a dragon, staring at a man with a drawn sword.

“That is···.”

“It’s a blue bird···.”

Dian spoke to Michelan, whose mouth was wide open.

“The Blue Crow… is a spirit that appears in ancient books.”

Did you even listen to what Diane said?

-Kaaah!

The bluebird made a loud crow-like sound and flapping its wings even faster.

As the speed increased, the blue line drawn behind the blue tide became darker and darker.

****

The scenery in sight changes rapidly.

It was clearly a moment ago that I was on the edge of a cliff, but in the blink of an eye, I was already passing over people and crossing the sea.

My hair and Tweety’s blue fur flutter ceaselessly in the rough sea breeze.

Droplets of water rise and fall, pouring down on us.

“Tweet, are you okay?”

In the meantime, I felt that Tweety’s vitality, which had been momentarily boosted by the Master’s potion, was noticeably decreasing, so I asked Tweety.

[Tweetie is okay! Dad, I can take you there.]

Surprisingly, Tweety answered bravely, recalling the tasks he had been assigned.

As my body grew, did my mind mature as well?

I don’t know if it was because of the medicine, but I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by Tweety’s unusual attitude.

[But that’s a bit scary···.]

Tweetie said as he looked at the black light beam heading towards us. Even though it was a voice transmitted through an image, judging by the trembling, it seems that the light beam is really scary.

“Don’t worry.”

I didn’t want to disappoint Tweetie, who was showing off his special side for the first time in a long while… no, almost for the first time.

“There’s this dad.”

He pulled out the sword of good and evil and thought to himself.

“The 6th form of the Divine Sword.”

Starlight seeps into the sword. The mana imbued with starlight begins to distort the surrounding space-time.

With the breath held in his lips and a single word uttered, he swung the sword that distorted everything.

“Break”

Kwakwakwakwa!

Against the backdrop of the distorted space-time, a crescent-shaped, pure white sword shot straight toward the black light.

Everything located on the sword path becomes distorted, twisted, and broken.

On the other hand, the black ray approached with a force that seemed as if it would swallow up everything it passed through.

A white crescent moon touched the end of a huge black ray of light.

Choaaak!

A swarm of white and black lights burst out, intersecting each other, and everything around them became distorted.

In addition, I chanted as I leaped into the crowd of lights, using Tweetie’s back as a stepping stone.

“The 7th form of the Divine Sword.”

No matter how distorted it may be,

Even though it was broken and twisted and fell,

The black sword I wield will become a firm will that can turn everything around.

I put the wind in that sword and swing it with all my heart.

“Hwe (回).”

My wind drew a transparent line without emitting any light or making any sound.

****

When a transparent line is drawn without any sound.

There were seven sins that stepped onto the shore without any noise.

****

“That means turning everything back.”

Someone spoke to Fran, who was blankly staring at the sky.

“It’s like saying you take responsibility for everything.”

The unfamiliar and alien voice was rough and scratchy, and Fran couldn’t help but turn her gaze to its source.

“I thought I was returned under that guy’s responsibility, but I guess that wasn’t the case.”

There was a man there, looking up at the sky, with a black sword stuck in the ground.

The man’s skin was extremely dark and his hair was matted and had disgusting bugs crawling around in it.

“you are···.”

Even though he was clearly a traitor and an enemy, Fran had no choice but to be respectful to him.

Because, it was a sense of intensity that could be felt from his momentum, but more than anything, he was someone Fran had greatly admired and admired since she was young.

“Morte.”

Because he was a true warrior.

“You little kid, remember me.”

The fallen warrior snickered and stood up from his seat.

“Do you remember? Back when you were a runny nosed dog who swung a wooden sword recklessly and wasn’t even chosen by the stars, you asked me for a favor.”

“···.”

“Judging by your expression, I think you remember. It’s really late, but it wasn’t my intention, but…”

The fallen warrior pulled out the black sword stuck in the ground and pointed it at Fran.

“It’s really late, and I didn’t mean to, but…”

Mort sighed and continued in a subdued voice.

“This is the warrior class you wanted. I guess that’s a good name for the class.”

How to avoid becoming a fallen warrior.

Mort, who said that with a bitter smile, began to pull up his magic.

****

Malik spoke with a bitter smile.

“I’m sorry. My one and only precious disciple in my life.”