Chapter 316 – The Cold Blooded King.
Bargazette thought. Was there anyone who had competed with him so far that he pushed him to such an extent that he thought he would be pushed back? He shook his head inwardly, feeling the drops of blood on his feathers. Up until now, he hadn’t intended to bring down those who attacked him, but that didn’t change the truth.
“Your kid didn’t mean to run away from the beginning.”
More than anything else, it was the thoroughness that made me feel like I was being caught up in the battle. Since he ran into him suddenly, Yakaf’s actions from the beginning until now had Bargazzet in mind. As if he knew he would run into him.
“I was waiting for you to come out. I didn’t think I could win against someone like you when I was weak from fighting someone else.”
“Ha, that’s right. Your actions so far weren’t just for the sake of experience.”
Also, it was a provocation to bring him in. In addition, this place where Jacob arrived while running away is the central hall closest to the center of the Holy Land. Standing tall in the center of the Holy Land, the castle was larger than a tolerable city even in its size. The hall in the center of such a castle leaves little room for wind.
“Even the wind is hard to come in. Did you worry about the space to fight?”
“Of course, just not fighting outside the castle is a benefit to me.”
For harpies, space constraints were more of a problem than they thought. Since the harpies, including Bargazzet, occupied the buildings of the Holy Land, they were built at a height convenient for them, so that they could fly and rest at any time. Because of this, it had the advantage of being able to easily deal with rebellions and underground residents who hid in cities and buildings and induced urban warfare. Yakaf did not overlook that. Thinking he was running away, it was Var Gadget’s mistake for not properly considering where he was headed, but he laughed.
“But I won’t avoid it now. In any case, being enticed by you is my mistake.”
“If that’s the case, I’m fine.”
“The fact that you have brought me here means that you have the confidence to beat me here, right?”
At that very moment he spread his wings again.
“The reason for that confidence, I’ll confirm it myself!”
Whoa, whoa, and at the same time, a cry echoed through the central hall. It was the sound of the wind blowing and sweeping the door and passageway above overlooking the hall. As soon as he flew up, he saw Yakaf looking up at him. If you thought that just because he wasn’t airy, he would be against him, you were mistaken. This is also a castle familiar to harpies, and in the central hall, there were also pillars for stepping on for inexperienced harpies. His magic is the wind, no matter how much it is inside the building, it is as if there are no restrictions for him in such a wide and high ceiling.
“I’d rather you keep fighting in the hallways than lure me here!”
Even as Bargazette said that, she remained vigilant. Even fighting himself, he led a thoroughly calculated battle. If he was that thorough, there must have been a reason that led him to this place. If he didn’t do his best, he could have been beaten again. That is why he collects the wind in his two hands while flying. Koo-oo-oh, the sound of the wind blowing so fierce that you can hear it even while the hall is ringing.
“Kuh, this.”
Yakaf hit the floor with Barisada and withstood the storm that pushed him. He saw Vargazzet soaring through the air in the raging storm.
“You’ve been hiding something terrifying.”
Both of his hands were glowing blue and radiating hot heat.
“You’re the first to use this. Yakaf!”
“That’s an honor I don’t want to receive!”
Vargazzet’s use of this technique began with curiosity about how well he could handle the wind. From storms to tornadoes, if you put your mind to it, you could even induce the weather, but on the contrary, how about something small? What would happen if you trapped this great wind in your hands? Do. That’s what he saw when he tried to trap the storm in his hands. The appearance of the wind that starts to shine with heat from a certain moment. He threw the small storm he had gathered in his hands at Yakaf.
Yakaf dodges by holding onto a pillar as if throwing himself at the figure of a shining storm that grows in size as it shoots towards him. But that was a shallow idea.
– Quagga gagagak!
“What crazy!”
When he finds that even the pillars have become sand and scatter, he runs further to escape from the shining storm. The storm soon lost its light and substance and scattered, but the shape of the pillar, which had already been swept away by the storm and turned to sand, was neatly cut out from there. I wouldn’t know if it was a technology that was difficult to use.
“Her.”
At the sight that followed, he let out a devastated laugh.
“This is the battlefield you chose yourself. You won’t regret it, right?”
A new storm was shining in Vargazette’s hands.
“Please make me regret it.”
“Then regret it and die!”
“What a hard man!”
Yakaf was busy running around the hall without even being able to counterattack properly against the storm he poured out with both hands. Because he was floating in the air, he had no means of attacking as a human being. In the meantime, Bargazzet, who found the sling’s bullet that flew by and blew it away with the wind, saw Yakaf’s figure.
‘He’s a fairly thorough guy.’
The sling, which should have been broken after being used when they tied their legs earlier, was again held in Yakaf’s hand. He was probably carrying several slings instead of just one. He could have been hit unexpectedly by the sling’s bullets if there was no way to block them.
‘But the magic given to me is the wind, what an ironic fate. To have to fight like this against a knight like this.’
It was the first time that Vargazzet had fought so aggressively by mobilizing a harpy’s body and magic without sparing it. He probably thought that if he hadn’t been good with magic, he would have had a more difficult fight.
“But a battle is a battle! I’ll do everything I can to defeat you!”
That was the utmost respect one could give to those who had such a fate. Most of the hall in the center had already been melted and eroded by the storm he poured out, and the original shape was nowhere to be seen. The floor of the hall, which has been rapidly weathered and sharpened to a desert-like appearance, is too heavy for humans to run around in armor.
“Heh, heh, heh, damn it.”
As evidence of that, Yakaf was dragged under him, unable to overcome the winds that Bargazzet drew in. Now I can win even if I compete with the sword, but I have to finish it for sure, so I gather the wind in my hands again and shoot it down. I really thought this was the end.
“Chehehe?!”
If it wasn’t for the sharp weight that suddenly landed on his back. I barely managed to avoid being hit directly on the back by the frightening sensation my instinct warned me to, but I couldn’t stop it from tearing off one wing and falling. In the meantime, he saw Yakaf, standing still and looking at him, as if he had taken a rough breath.
“Did I mention that the range I can summon with Barisada is only near me?”
It was an impudent statement to summon a sword behind him as he flew through the sky.
“Kuk!”
Bargazzet immediately poured out the bullets flying from him and the storm he had been gathering in his hands toward Yakaf. The sling’s bullets were swept away by the light storm and melted and scattered, but Yakaf immediately spurred on and escaped the storm.
“Did you know I was there and lured you here?”
“Well, it was half a gamble, but it was fortunate. Anyway, if you think about it and have feelings, you won’t be able to help your mind relax in an advantageous place.”
Bargazette felt pain at the tearing of her proud wings, but was more than impressed. He thought he was not caught off guard, but he was unconsciously caught off guard the moment he entered a space that was advantageous to him. That’s why he was struck straight down by an attack that he could have avoided if he had flown. Yakaf noticed and induced his carelessness faster than he did. How could he not admire?
“But it wouldn’t have been a problem if I hadn’t been caught off guard. If I had been flying, I would have summoned one of those weapons into the air and made it collide.”
Just like they have a lot of weapons lined up around them now.
“Kiya. You’re quick-witted.”
“But it’s a question. Even if you drop me to the ground, I can’t understand this sight.”
The types of weapons lined around them varied. It seemed that he had all the weapons he knew, from relatively light maces to chained maces, long swords, arming swords, and sword breakers. Probably for the use of all those weapons.
“You wouldn’t know I could use it!”
He picked up a chain-linked mace from among them and swung it at Yakaf.
“This…!”
“Didn’t you have the simple idea that someone else might steal your weapon!”
As soon as the chain of the mace collided with Barisada, it became entangled in the blade and made it impossible to move. He immediately attacked Yakaf, who was tied up by Barisada with Durandal, but Barisada, who should have been tied to the mace, blocked Durandal.
“What?!”
“Of course I did. As much as I can summon. It’s not difficult to retrieve either!”
At his words, Vargazette belatedly realized that the feel of the mace in her hand had disappeared. And also that Jacob’s hand held the mace he had held. The mace was swung and aimed at Bargazette’s head, but Durandal stood up and used the pommel to slash the mace’s head. An act that is possible because his power is superior to that of Jacob. However, the weapons in Yakaf’s hands began to change continuously and became a weapon aimed at him. An endless series of attacks that utilized Barisada’s ability to summon and summon as a magic tool to the limit as a weapon storehouse.
I think it would have been possible if it wasn’t for that Barisada, but Bargazet was constantly receiving Yakaf’s weapon and realizing it.
‘No, this guy would do this even if he wasn’t Barisada!’
Arranging weapons that could be the opponent’s weapon even for a moment was impossible unless you were confident that you could handle any weapon better than your opponent. He even took away his pace by using what was supposed to be a weapon. He was responding by putting the wind around Durandal, but there was a limit.
“Wind is also a substance that can give physical strength after all!”
Because Yaqaf’s magic was allowing Barisada to put its full power only on Durandal, who was unaffected by his wind and could not pass through.
“That sword is so annoying! I want to bring it to Barisada, but it doesn’t work, so I want it!”
“Is that why I couldn’t retrieve my sword even though I recovered the other weapons intact!!”
So their fight continued from the past.
“Well, let’s stop talking about the boring old days.”
Krikaliev said, looking at the sight that he did not miss as if he missed it.
“So, how do you feel about being penetrated by objects from the past?”
“◼◼◼◼◼…!”
And between Yakaf and Vargazzet, the jet-dark who had been fighting him until now was moaning as if in pain as his shoulder was pierced by Vargazzet’s sword. Until now, they couldn’t influence each other in the past and present, but why did Durandal damage Chilheuk? The secret was in Durandal’s power as a magic tool.
“My magic is also magic, but Durandal’s was an extremely wasteful item. As long as it is observed at any time, it is immutable.”
That’s why even though it was an object that existed in the past, it only harmed the darkness. His magic was also on a similar principle.
“◼◼◼◼!!”
“It’s useless, man.”
It seemed that he wanted to smash Durandal and Barisada, who had pierced him through, with his hands, but there was no sound and the swords could not have any effect.
“The present and the future are variable, but the past is immutable. No matter what you do, you can’t affect the past.”
Because of this, the people of the past who do not recognize themselves now have become unilaterally suppressing pitch black. However, the body of Krikaliev, who had suffered so much to induce such a situation, was already in a mess.
“Whoa, I’m sure you’ve gone far enough by now.”
Time dragged on as much as it dragged on. And since they were still fighting in the past, there was no time left because there was a limit to how they could bind the pitch black like that. He couldn’t overcome the darkness with his power. Then what if it was a being of a higher dimension than them?
“Do you know? What is the taboo in this world right now?”
“◼◼◼◼◼◼!”
He talks to Chil-Heuk, but he struggles to get away from Durandal and Barisada, shouting incomprehensible words. Krikaliev scratched his head at the sight.
“Honestly, I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I don’t know if I understand you or not. Anyway, that’s enough.”
He didn’t like the word magic. Even what he was given to himself.
“It’s not even funny. I wonder how many people have fallen for that presumptuous statement and how many people have wasted their lives.”
As Jude said, if you know the truth called truth, you have no choice but to know how inappropriate the words are at the same time.
“Being like this, I learned too much about what I wanted to know and what I didn’t want to know.”
That’s why the futility was even greater.
“So what do you guys think? Let’s hear from the old side.”
“◼◼ Come on…!”
“Oh.”
It was then. I heard words that I could barely understand. Krikaliev was admiring him, so the voice could be heard more clearly.
“Betrayal◼! I didn’t ◼coexist with ◼◼◼!!”
A broken voice though. He could barely understand what was being said.
“Did the guards attack innocent children first?”
“◼◼ Oh ◼◼!!”
“It’s unfortunate, but the past is the past. It’s true that you attacked the kids. Let’s finish it soon. And I thought I was dying because I wanted to talk about it coolly in this.”
That the whole world was conveniently rigged.
It was a poem recited by Krikaliev. Until now, the past, which showed them fighting, suddenly turned gray and stopped, then disappeared, and the appearance of the ruined holy ground appeared. It was back to their time now.
“Ha, I never thought I would do this crazy thing for real.”
The sorcerer learns the truth and at the same time acquires magic. Although he was not a proper wizard, he was a being with the qualifications of a wizard. So the taboo is also the same. This world was worse than I thought, messy and planned.
“…”
Jet Dark also looked up at them without saying anything. Before I knew it, dark clouds gathered and covered the sky, and numerous rainbows spread out and waved beneath them. In the center of those rainbows, a gigantic being that overwhelms them just by looking at them looks down with cold eyes as if to freeze to look at those who have broken taboos and those who have known taboos.
“Was it Bingryong Otter? I never thought I’d see the Dragon King I’ve only heard about in legends like this.”
It’s a bystander An observer who observes them with a ruthless gaze, a capricious god of death that the one who breaks the taboo faces in the end. Krikaliev murmured at the sight of a huge dragon that was incomparable to anything he had ever seen.
“I should have asked Nausicaa for more meat.”
There were no regrets. Eating and talking with you, taking on challenges that everyone said was impossible, each step I took was my happiness and my wish. The only regret was the fact that I couldn’t watch your future any longer.
“Is this enough? Leah.”
At the end of his chanting, the world turned white.
“How did this happen…?”
Kayaba blankly looked around. They continued to run, but suddenly the situation changed and everyone stopped the carriage and looked around. That’s because it suddenly snowed and an ice sheet appeared on the road where only endless wilderness continued.
“Master.”
At that sight, Diana realized why Erica had told her to keep running. Perhaps she was even vaguely aware of it.
“You’ve broken a taboo after all.”
The desert, which had been blazing with the scorching sun until just a moment ago, was transformed into an ice-cold land in an instant. A being with such power has only appeared a few times in history. And such existence is always determined.
“Part of the three great dragon kings. Bingryong Otter.”
She looked behind her through the window of the stalled carriage, just in case she tried to ask Erica if she could rest now.
“…Are you asleep?”
I looked out the window again to see that the girl was sleeping on Usher’s shoulder before I knew it. There, a huge, transparent, mountain range of blue ice, invisible when they passed, blocked their view.
