Chapter 112 – Sorry. I Dragged It to Show This (3)
‘The most incompetent warrior’.
That one word was a switch.
He was chosen by the goddess and started a journey to save the world, but it was Ragna Armageddon, not himself, who stopped the immortal dragon and saved the world. It was tantamount to denying his identity to Luke, who had been unsure of whether he really had the qualifications to become a warrior.
“At least…”
Orange divine power rose from Luke’s left arm, blazing like flames.
“In your mouth…”
Brilliant golden divine power radiated from Luke’s right arm.
“You can’t say that!”
Eventually, the estoke-shaped holy sword Luke held high above his head changed into a greatsword bigger than his own body, and the different divine powers in his arms entwined around him like two snakes climbing a tree. Went up Luke slammed his greatsword down on the floor with all his might, and the spiral strike that briefly knocked down the immortal dragon shattered the floor and headed for Ragnar Armageddon. The attack, which used the repulsive force of the two divine powers to push each other against each other, turned the old weapons that had stood there as substitutes for the tombstones of those who fell asleep into ashes at once and charged at the nobles clad in darkness.
However, when the attack reaches its target.
“Are you really stupid?”
He had already appeared behind Luke’s back, and was leisurely laughing at him with a tone that seemed to be pathetic and disapproving.
“What kind of idiot would openly greet such an obvious attack, huh?”
Luke immediately tried to take a counterattack stance he was accustomed to, but his holy sword was changed to a heavy and large greatsword rather than his usual light and thin sharpsword in order to deliver that powerful blow. When Luke switched his sword again, he was already kicked by Ragnar Armageddon and rolling on the dirt floor.
“It’s… Black…!”
“I’ve told you many times. Your most optimized fighting style is a hit-and-run tactic, in which you quickly stab the opponent’s weak point with the light, thin blade specialized for stabbing while maintaining an appropriate distance from the opponent. Anyway, this side If you get hit properly by your attack, you can’t even recover, so instead of making a strong attack that’s difficult to hit and has a lot of gaps, you should have gone for an attack that can deal damage quickly and reliably, even if it has low power, to accumulate damage. He’s not listening.”
Luke immediately rose from his seat, strengthened the leg strength of his legs with his divine power, and leaped toward Ragna Armageddon at once. Luke, who rushed towards his opponent at a speed that was hard for the human eye to follow, ran into an invisible wall and fell away at the same speed as when he rushed.
“And your attack is so direct that it’s easy for your opponent to read it, so I must have advised you to mix up the fake? No matter how fast, if you know the path to where you’re going, your opponent can set a trap like this. Do you think that will solve everything?”
“Aaaaa!!”
Luke condensed his holy power at the tip of his holy sword, pulled his arm holding his sword straight back, then threw it forward again. The holy power gathered at the tip of the sword was fired in the form of a beam of light and pierced the invisible barrier that blocked his way at once, but Rag and Armageddon moved their heads to the side so leisurely as if they already knew that it would come out like that, and Luke’s The attack was easily dodged.
“…Anyway, it seems like you can’t understand it because it’s only explained in words, but it’s okay. It’s better to see it once than to explain it a hundred times…”
The spear in Rag or Armageddon’s hand, which had a scythe-like blade at the end, changed its shape again, becoming a sharp sword similar to the holy sword – Unicor held by Luke. However, if Luke’s sword was ‘Estoke’, which was specialized only for stabbing, the sword in Baron Armageddon’s hand was a ‘rapier’ with a blade for cutting as well as stabbing, and had a longer reach than Estoke.
“It’s easier to understand if you see it once than if you see it a hundred times.”
With those words, Ragnar Armageddon kicked off the floor and ran. Not to be outdone by this, Luke also attacked from the front, entwining the holy sword with holy power again. Luke had pulled back his arm holding the sword beforehand, and when Baron Armageddon took the posture of pulling his right arm holding the sword straight back for the stab, he immediately threw a thrust and tried to hit the player, but his sword penetrated nothing other than Baron Armageddon’s abdomen. It was empty.
Ragnar Armageddon misled Luke with a posture as if he was about to throw his sword right away, induced him to attack first, and then fired three quick stabs at Luke, who failed to attack and revealed an empty gap.
“It’s big…?!”
After being attacked three times in the order of his right shoulder, thigh, and side, Luke staggered back and tried to increase the distance, but Baron Armageddon attacked again as if he would not miss. Luke thrust his sword into the path in front of him to keep Baron Armageddon in check, but again the sword did not touch him. Because of Rag or Armageddon’s irregular move of stepping one beat late during a part of the attack, Luke blew another attack opportunity before he even approached.
“Look at that.”
Baron Armageddon threw Luke’s sword, which had pierced the air in vain, into the side and rushed in, spinning his body and hitting Luke’s chin with his heel. The frighteningly sharp sword strike that followed grabbed Luke’s tingling jaw and cut off Luke’s ear as he hurriedly retreated.
“…!!!”
“How are you, do you understand now?”
Ragnar Armageddon’s tone was so calm. To the point where I couldn’t believe it was the words of a person who cut off people’s ears in an instant without hesitation. At the words that seemed like it was just a simple demonstration, Luke’s severed ear burned hot, but his head cooled down. If you just attack without thinking like this, you’ll only be swung around as he predicted…
After restoring his severed ear with his divine power, Luke mended his sword.
I knew from the beginning, but the strength of Rag or Armageddon that I actually encountered was far beyond my imagination. Since he was a magician, he thought he would not be very well versed in close combat, but the rugged combat method he had shown before in the Colosseum was skillful as if it were smoke, and the appearance of constantly pressing with a rapier was that of a skilled swordsman no matter how you look at it. Even if her strength and speed could be somehow enhanced with magical powers, the moment she drew her sword, her quickness and judgment would only be seen by someone with a lot of experience wielding a sword.
Luke threw away the perception that his opponent was a ‘magician’ and aimed his sword with the thought of dealing with a single ‘swordsman’.
“Hmm. It’s definitely better than before.”
Chaeeng! Without any prior action, after releasing the divine power as if it were an explosion and leaping, Ragnar Armageddon smiled.
“The attempt itself was good. Originally, swordsman’s fight is a moment-to-moment battle in which they predict what the opponent will do through the movement of their opponent’s hands and each step they take, so they use the lack of strength with divine power to hide the necessary pre-actions. The idea of filling it up wasn’t bad, but in the first place, since my weakness is divine power, I’m very sensitive to that side. So, if you gather a lot of holy power like that, if you put it in two legs instead of a sword, you can expect to attack quickly like this I can. And…”
Wedge love! Chae Chae, Chae Chae! Chow!
Instead of trying to forcefully return his arm as the sword bounced back, Luke swung his sword by rotating his body in the direction the arm moved, and Armageddon set his rapier aside to receive the attack and follow Luke’s blade as it was. He thrust the blade towards his hand. Luke twisted his sword grip to block the approach of the blade, then deflected Baron Armageddon’s sword. And he was sure
Baron Armageddon’s attacks are unpredictable and skilled, but he claims to have the upper hand in strength and speed.
Attacks that are too obvious are read and counterattacked, and it is unreasonable to think of tricks that are difficult for the opponent to predict. And even that trick won’t work more than once. If so, I’d rather…
“Rather than forcibly adding paint, it means that I’d rather go to the one that’s easy to predict but difficult to respond to. It’s not bad.”
The reason why reading the trajectory of an attack has an advantage in battle is that you can minimize your own damage and damage the opponent by properly dodging or receiving the opponent’s attack. If that’s the case, even if it’s an attack that can’t be avoided or blocked even if it’s read, it won’t matter if the trajectory of the attack can be read.
Luke changed his attack style. An intuitive attack that is still fast and strong, but easy to read. However, the use of divine power is different. No matter how strong an attack is, if it is not hit, nothing can be done, and the opponent cannot recover his attack in the first place, so even if the power is somewhat weak, it is enough to continue the unavoidable attack. Every time Luke raised his sword and clashed with Baron Armageddon, the divine power contained in the sword spread like pollen blowing in the wind. Although not fatal, the unavoidable light attacks gradually piled up, and one of Baron Armageddon’s arms began to burn black with divine power little by little.
“Huh… Hehe,hehehahahaha!”
In an instant, one side of his arm was scorched black with divine power, and despite the faint smoke rising along with the smell of burning meat, and even though the pain of burning his flesh would never be light, Baron Ragna Armageddon didn’t know what was so enjoyable, without the slightest hint of embellishment. He smiled and his eyes twinkled.
“Okay, it looks like you’ve finally understood what I’m saying. Shall I change my way now?”
With those words, Ragna Armageddon turned the rapier in his hand into a spear again and threw it at Luke. Baron Armageddon distanced himself from Luke, who was taken aback by the unexpected javelin attack, stopped trying to attack him and opened a screen of divine power to deflect the spear. And the linkage of the glittering and splendid magic circles that followed.
“Where can I block all this with that strong shield?”
Large and small magic circles embroidered in the air moved as if cogwheels were interlocking, and various magic attacks poured down on Luke. All kinds of terrifying magic, from the burning flames of hell to the freezing cold of death and deadly venom that instantly rots flesh, hit the barrier made of divine power. Luke was able to realize once again how much Armageddon had been looking after him in a landscape like hell, where attacks that were fatal just by brushing were pouring down nonstop.
However, he couldn’t give up like this. If he’s right, he’ll never want you to give up here. It was hard to even stand still with all the murderous spells hitting the defense wall, but Luke bit his lip and moved forward little by little. Neither a fireball twice the size of a human head nor a huge icicle spear the size of an adult man’s arm could pierce the barrier made of divine power, but it was very difficult for Luke to just bounce them off.
“Huh, it really blocks all of this. What is the limit of that shield?
“Unless my will is broken, this barrier will never be broken.”
“But you can’t attack properly while defending with it.”
Luke’s expression hardened at the words that hit him right in the middle. Certainly, his divine power shield boasts durability that will not crack even if an immortal dragon slashes it down with his feet, but at the same time, since he has to focus only on it while using this skill, he can use his divine power to attack other attacks or strengthen his body at the same time. Can not. It was for this reason that he was allowed to attack without using a shield during close combat with Ragnar Armageddon.
“If you keep defending like that forever, this battle will never end. Once activated, this magic circle created by Mystrina will automatically draw and consume my mana while indiscriminately magically bombarding a designated opponent. If the target is still alive, As long as I’m awake or sound asleep, there’s no limit to my magic power to maintain this magic, but there’s a limit to your mental strength to maintain an invincible shield. In an instant, dozens of attack spells will shatter you through the faded veil.”
“Then you could just keep your mouth shut, but what’s the point of telling me that? Why are you… Trying to defeat me?”
Luke endured the pouring magic bombardment and asked what he had been curious about.
Usually, this kind of terrifying magic bombardment takes a long time to prepare and eats up a lot of magic. However, because Baron Armageddon has no limit to his magical power, he can activate this indiscriminate bombing magic anytime, anywhere, as long as he has a magic circle. In fact, he, who is no different from a living human weapon, didn’t finish himself this way from the beginning, purposely treating the opponent with a melee weapon as if he was looking out for this side, or intentionally telling him how to break his own attack. Is a behavior that is generally difficult to understand.
But if your opponent is not trying to win, but losing from the start, then it’s all understandable.
Even though he could easily take the lives of himself and his comrades at any time, even though he could have easily blown up a country, the reason why he doesn’t have to do that and continues to hover around and continue to act like a provocation.
If the goal was to lose rather than win, it was all explainable.
“…Under.”
Just like the background of the painting, the dozens of magic circles that were filling the sky behind Rag or Baron Armageddon began to fade one by one as they turned off. It meant that Baron Armageddon had dispelled the magic himself. Before long, Baron Armageddon gritted his teeth and glared at Luke with murderous eyes.
“Anyway, it’s useless to notice in a strange place.”
Kwakdeuk, Kwadeuk. Before long, Baron Armageddon’s arms contorted into grotesque shapes.
It was like the paws of a huge beast, but instead of thick fur, its skin was like the surface of a rough rock, and it felt like the age of an old tree. And at the end of that arm, six fingers that are more appropriate to say that they have sprouted than that that are attached to them, and it is meaningless to distinguish which one is the thumb and index finger, and the nails at the end that are sharp like sharpened knives and curved like hooks are dying. It glowed eeriely under the sunset.
“Really, he’s an annoyance.”
Faced with the creepy bright yellow pupils that were torn like snakes, and looked like they would stiffen just by looking at them, Luke swallowed dry saliva.
