Chapter 237 – Chapter 237. Can You Feel the Difference in Power?(2)
Divine power.
The light generated in response to belief goes beyond erasing wounds and sickness by recalling the records of things, and even temporarily realizes concepts that existed in this world.
If it existed as a record, it could be a Noble Phantasm in mythology, technology comparable to the sky, or a legend left in human history.
If that heart is strong enough to reach the sky, and if you can handle the power that comes from it.
“Serica, now you are probably in a state of completion as a hero.”
Of course, even if you polish your mind like that, there is a limit to what one person can handle.
Even if it is possible to materialize a fragment of a god, it would be impossible to descend the spirit itself even if a large number of believers gather, and even if materialization is limited to weapons or miracles, it will not be easy to create it perfectly.
Faith is the most powerful thing to serve a being that humans cannot dare to touch.
The mind created by serving such a being, on the contrary, lowers its own existence and creates a limit that cannot handle its power.
“I don’t know what you’ve been through, but if you ask me about it, you won’t give me an answer. You’ll think of yourself as strong enough that you don’t need my protection.”
However, if only that achievement is a hero comparable to a god.
If it is a being that has broken through human limits with a human body and has become a part of mythology, accepting that existence is something that can be fully imagined even by human standards.
Because it was the hero who existed in front of me without going anywhere else.
“So I’ll wait until after the fight to find out about him. And, since you have already decided to fight, I will no longer regard you as a child.”
Although it may be far short compared to the hero who competed with the demon king in the past, that is the story before losing his memory.
For some reason, the current Celica has an absurd power of growth, and it is safe to say that its momentum is at least comparable to that of a perfected hero.
Even Verdia realized that the skills derived from that had already far surpassed her own.
It was a fact that Verdia herself knew best that there was no way she could catch up with her since the gap between her and her had already widened.
“A warrior for a warrior.”
But even so, Verdia was not broken.
Because her experience of sparring with her made it possible to imagine more concretely the power of the previous warriors that she had come across through her records.
“If you are growing as a perfected warrior, I will be the ordeal that blocks you as a perfected warrior ahead of you.”
If there is a determination to handle that power.
If you don’t just settle for defeat, if you shake off the fear of the existence that laid you helpless, and use it as a foundation for growth by endlessly repeating the fight at that time.
Furthermore, if there is such an unwavering belief that you can achieve what you want to achieve by acquiring that power, Heaven will revive that expectation.
“Believe that this will also be a strength for you who will be carrying on the task in the future.”
-Hwaaaaak!!
Before long, Verdia stepped into her battlefield, splitting the light that enveloped her own body.
Carrying her lofty light on her back, she appeared in front of Celica proudly donning her armor that revealed her presence more brilliantly than that.
“Hero of this world, from now on, are you ready to accept the strength of the perfected warrior before you?”
My predecessor, Hero Mikhail.
The moment when the equipment he used and the power he built were embodied here through the unbreakable body and mind of a woman.
In Celica’s eyes, facing the armament created with that lofty will, her eyes gradually began to turn different.
“… Huhu, the strength of the previous hero.”
His presence was not obscured by the flashes of light that filled all directions.
Eyes with such admiration.
“It’s great.”
A smile gradually forms on Celica’s lips as she lets her emotions out of her mouth without regret.
“… Celica.”
“I was truly impressed, sister. To think that he succeeded in accepting into his body the power that is only allowed for a warrior. In her mind, she just wanted her to fall down in despair, but I never thought she would come all the way here using that sense of defeat as food.”
The corners of the mouth that grow fishy.
The swing of her sword accompanied by her light hand movements with her, seemed to make light of her own efforts to train herself after being defeated by her.
“Anyway, this one will taste better than the obstinate Orc Chief.”
His words and actions were so lighthearted that he could not be thought of as a hero who was willing to pursue a great cause.
“… You are arrogant.”
Verdia, who couldn’t bear to overlook her appearance, gradually began to fill with anger on her face.
As her driving force that will be governed by her own inner self, and will add to the strength of the fight that will follow.
“… As much as I got stronger, I became arrogant. To the point where you can definitely feel that her feelings will hinder you in the future.”
Yeah, her provocations right now aren’t even an insult to herself.
If Celica is perfected as her hero, she just needs to accept her power beyond her limits into her body.
If she wants to stray from her heroic path, it’s just a matter of willingness to set it right and accept more responsibility and power.
“If you think I’m going the wrong way, you can stop me.”
Celica opened her eyes as if she hated even such an effort.
“Of course, that would only be possible if you were stronger than me… !!”
After that, as the eyes widened as if to give off her elasticity, her body turned into an afterimage on the spot.
A fleeting moment in which the eyes blink. The warrior’s sword turned square, aiming for the back and preparing to swing.
A sword sharpened and forged with mana.
With impetus to slit the throat of her former protector, who had not even sensed her own existence.
– Wow!
However, he couldn’t dig into the black neck with such bloodiness, and just stood on the spot as if frozen.
Celica, who felt her hand tingle in the recoil of her shock, frowned at her and stared at something blurry in her eyes.
‘Shield.’
Something between the neck and the sword is blocking my sword.
The moment the light became clearer, I felt alert and was afraid to step back! A torrent of exploding mana.
From that moment on, the shield made of light gradually hardened its shape, and eventually began to settle down next to her like a ghost with a will.
“O army that protects the warriors! I will prove here that your sacrifices were not in vain, as someone who inherited your will!!!”
The spirits of warriors who participated in glorious battlefields in the past.
In response to the call of Verdia, who received the hero’s power at this moment, they begin to draw a defense line to protect the area.
It is safe to call the barrier of light created by such people a sanctuary in itself and a moving fortress. If they don’t retreat from her battlefield, they will try to protect her until the moment her body collapses.
“It is the chain of the saint who judges evil!! I follow your will and claim to be the condemner, so land on this land and redeem the arrogant beings who go against you!”
Right after that, through the barriers, churluk, chollak! Chains of spreading light.
I moved my body to avoid the attack that came from all sides like a snake, but it was too much to avoid all of them.
– Chalkang!
The moment I hit the chain that was aiming for my body with my sword.
However, as if reacting to the shock, the chain broke, and the light that spread from it hardened its form again and began to rush rapidly toward those who touched it.
The moment when the broken chain splits into countless chains and tries to bind the target.
‘In addition to Herestia’s chain, armament and military force, is it also dealing with the witchcraft of the former shaman… !’
Herestia, the priestess of the previous war god, who belonged to the previous generation’s warrior party.
It is said that the miracles she handles become as durable and binding as the weight of her target’s sins…
-Chwaaaaak!!
It fluctuates terribly upon recognizing Celica’s existence, and begins to climb up her body to restrain her body.
Harder and more certain than ever. As if the existence in front of me was defined as if it should not exist in this world.
“Haha, I’m a sinner too.”
She felt the chains grip her body and her bones tighten as if they were about to break, but Celica didn’t take even that seriously and she just smiled.
“I’m sorry, but what I’ve done isn’t something a shrine maiden can handle.”
Starting from her words, the mana that quietly rode and flowed through her body ran wild in an instant.
– Awesome!!
Chains that could not withstand the force were shattered and scattered on the floor, becoming powder of light and beginning to scatter.
“The supreme sage who has mastered the truth of the world.”
At the place where the light started to gather again, what I saw was the figure of a warrior standing with a book open.
The afterimage of a decrepit old man that emerged after that was exactly the same as that of the greatest sage described in history books.
“Please let your efforts to defeat evil and bring disaster to fruition here once again!”
Adal, the wise man of disaster.
The moment when the disaster magic he had been practicing all his life was realized in this very moment.
-Quarreung! Kwaaang!
The land that had received that vast amount of mana was turbulent, and the flashes of light that surged through the cracked fragments began to split everything around indiscriminately.
Each bombardment flew at the speed of light, with its own mass and power.
Celica, who had evaded all the attacks that could be considered a disaster that covered the entire gymnasium, crossed the debris and prepared for the attack coming in front of her.
“A holy sword blessed by the earth that embraces all things.”
The greatsword that was young in light held in its hand was a sword that belonged to the Human Union and was smelted over centuries by the Dwarves, who were said to have the greatest dexterity.
In addition to the bones of the dragon, which is said to be a mythical being, the sword made using the hardest known metal on this continent could be said to be a container that could contain the most massive power among weapons available to mankind in existence.
Holy sword Gramhart.
It does not have power by itself, but if you are a warrior who boasts infinite growth, it is an weapon that can exert destructive power with more power than anything else.
“Put my will into it and realize that power in this place!!”
The moment when it shines supremely brightly in response to the faith of a paladin comparable to the sky.
– Wow!
Soon after, the sword attack that landed at the center of the disaster caused the chaos of the ground to sink, and the aftermath began to spread in all directions.
The cracks get thicker and the collapse accelerates.
“This really sucks. It’s like this because I only blocked it once.”
Celica, who barely withstood the sword at the scene where even the slightest retreat was too much to bear, withstood the holy sword pointed in front of me with a single sword and let her arms tremble.
The ceremony was completed as a hero, but as if to teach that the body does not follow.
“… There is no need to provoke Celica. Even if you don’t come out like that, I’m going to drive you with the best of my ability.”
-Kwaaa!!
A greatsword slammed into the ground at the heightened weight.
While Celica felt a sense of danger from the weight and stepped back, Verdia pointed the light she had stored in her sword towards the sky and let out a shout.
“Heaven! If you hear this cry, answer the call!”
The flash of light rising from the sword stretched upwards and further into the sky.
Something united at the end began to reveal its existence through the clouds, emitting a light that was brighter than the sunlight.
“I prove my faith with the noble soul I have accepted into this body. If you understand the truth, please give me a corresponding repayment!”
Too big to be a sword…
The sword of light itself, cutting through the sky and preparing to land on this earth, was itself the end of a miracle that could be realized by human hands.
Embodying the mythical hero as a human vessel.
By using the will of such a hero as a medium, a fragment of the myth is drawn out.
“I’m Valkarian, the god of war.”
A hero of the present age who succeeded in accomplishing it single-handedly.
At this moment, he pointed the point of his sword at the place where the sword wanted to land, and pronounced the sentence.
“Your believer prays… In order to fulfill my calling, please allow me to borrow your hand for a moment!”
War God Valkarian.
The sword of God, which has the most noble and strong power, prepares to descend into the world at this moment, attracted by the hero’s cause and effect who abandoned his calling.
