Chapter 238 – Chapter 238. Can You Feel the Difference in Power?(3)
Divine punishment.
Yes, it was aimed at this place from the sky…
That huge sword of light was what it deserved to be called.
It would not dare to imagine implementing it with human hands.
Because it was such a distant existence, even if it used the power of a hero as a medium, Verdia, who embodied it alone, would surely be said to be an amazing existence.
In this moment, standing in this place.
Because I know that the single thought of detecting the sin committed by only one sinner and correcting the cause and effect is that much true.
“Huh, haha…!!”
A self-deprecating laugh escaped from the mouth of the hero who realized it.
Even so, my gaze, wide open with unquenchable excitement, soon began to turn toward the lofty knight in front of me.
“Sister, are you thinking of killing me now?”
It’s just like the power of God. There is no guarantee that even a hero will be able to withstand a gigantic bomb that not only humans but even the military dare not withstand.
No matter how mentally perfect it is, it will be all the more so because it is physically immature.
“… Celica. Did you say I will postpone all discussion until after this fight is over.”
Even so, Verdia remained calm.
Just thinking about pouring all his energy into this place, he just stood there without retracting the point of his sword towards Celica.
“I believe you will make it through. If not, what you have done so far would be something you shouldn’t have done.”
Even if it is broken, it will not die.
Even if you despair of your helplessness, if it ends that much, the opportunity will surely come later.
Such unshakable faith also added to her power, which allowed her to exert her power in this place.
“So, it’s Valkarian, the god of war!! Please give me the strength to rectify my unjust fate!!”
With that declaration, the sword that had been standing in the sky slowly and surely began to descend towards the earth.
A barrier of light surrounds her, as the chains punishing her sins and the waves of calamity surround her even more as if to protect her body.
“… Great.”
The sight of the party and the army guarding only one hero was like a scene from the legend of the warriors.
That moment when you play the old generation to protect the warriors of the present age.
“It’s great, Verdia-sister. She really did exceed expectations… !”
That sincerity moved even the fate of the hero who was born with a fallen destiny, and drew out the emotion of joy from him.
Hope.
The emotions circulating in her eyes at this moment were definitely emotions that could be defined that way.
As if driven by those emotions, her hand holding the sword began to feel even stronger.
“I thought that being a warchief wouldn’t be enough, but with this…”
And at that moment, a wave of mana spreading around her body.
The power spread violently for an instant, and began to create afterimages by pushing out the small fragments that remained around.
“A collision of this level would be possible.”
The moment when a haze was created that even his body could be faintly seen.
However, the fighting spirit shines through in the eyes staring at the target.
Sharp, bloody.
Even so, the unshakable gaze was directed at the divine punishment that was preparing to descend from the sky.
‘What…’
The moment she realized that the tip of the sword had been pointed at the sky, not herself, Verdia’s breath began to harden for an instant.
‘Now, what the hell is Celica trying to do?’
No matter how brave she is, she is human. It is foolish to challenge the power of a god with a human body.
So, although it is common sense to attack humans, not gods, those who want to bear the power.
Even if the remnants of the past surrounding my body are considered like strong fortresses, it would be considered easier to capture all of them.
‘No, if that’s Celica’s choice…’
Even so, Verdia only drove the greatsword in her hand into the ground to clear her confusion and prove her faith in the end.
As if foretelling God’s judgment that would soon fall through such an act.
“God of war, give me strength… !!!”
Kurleung.
A huge mass of mass rushing in, making a shuddering sound as the clouds parted.
Seeing the tip of that sword, Celica burned her fighting spirit. She calmly corrected her posture, focusing her attention on the tip of the sword in her hand.
A sword made of ordinary iron, not even a holy sword.
“Look closely, sister. From now on, my sister will show you a state you never imagined.”
The silence that settled around that fleeting moment when the power concentrated to the limit was injected into such a small vessel.
That silence lasted until the moment the sword was swung.
As if predicting the storm that will follow soon.
-Where haha!!!
Waves of magical power shot from the tip shoot from the ground into the sky.
At such an absurd speed that everyone watching realized the shot had already hit the target.
-Quaaaaa!!!!!
That sword strike pierces the end of the huge light that descends from the sky, and the sound of digging through the inside echoes through the sky.
Just as lightning fills the sky, the moment when human power challenges God’s authority.
No, that wasn’t even a challenge.
Unlike the power of God, which was only able to cut through the clouds, the thrill of the attack that hit its body spread beyond its surroundings and flew to the sky…
Furthermore, it was spreading as if it would split the world.
“What, what.”
That the power of God is slowly being pushed away.
As soon as she realized it, Verdia’s face gradually began to look despondent.
No matter how much the vessel contains the power of a being that transcends humans, that vessel is only a human after all.
Even if it is used as a medium to realize the power of a god, the faith of the person who embodies it can be broken with the slightest doubt.
Yes, in the end, as long as the foundation is faith, that heart cannot be ignored.
Even with the power of a god, the slightest doubt that he would not be able to defeat the person in front of him accelerated the collapse of the miracle by the clash of forces that took place at this moment.
-Quaaaaa!!
At the end, the god’s punishment explodes without being able to withstand the force. Sword of the God of War.
The moment it crumbled and spread a cluster of light in the sky, Verdia’s body, which had lost his faith, collapsed to the ground.
Even the armament of the old era that was wrapped around the body fades with the loss of faith.
“Ahhh…”
Yes, mankind’s strongest knight.
A hero who has protected countless humankind on the frontlines, and a woman who claimed to be the only savior’s shield, had no choice but to despair at this moment.
She thought that even that was not enough, so she borrowed the power of the heroes of the past and even brought the power of the gods to this place.
To the disgrace of such efforts, it was because he was showing off his strength by making fun of even the existence he wanted to protect.
“What the hell…”
No matter how absurd the hero’s growth is, it is still the power of a god.
It is common sense that even if she has surpassed human limits, she cannot go beyond them, but in just one month, did she achieve her growth enough to make a gap with the being called God?
Is a hero truly capable of such things?
“… Good job, Verdia sister.”
As if that kind of frustration was okay, Celica threw away the broken sword she was holding in her hand and closed the distance with Verdia.
Because from the start, she didn’t have this fight in mind as her slaughter.
As long as she draws her own power, further battles are meaningless. Realizing that, Celica closed the distance between her and put her hand on her shoulder.
“I expected it to happen again, but I never thought it would go this far. Thanks to her, she can move forward faster than she had planned.”
With the low whisper in her ear, the ridicule she had shown so far had disappeared as if it had evaporated.
As if she teaches us that the arrogance she has shown so far is nothing more than an artificially created shell of herself.
“At this level, we might be able to trust and entrust the worst future to come.”
Verdia, who felt her sincere gratitude and compassion revealed at the end, tried to look back at Celica with her trembling eyes.
“The worst future, what…”
What the heck
A hero who single-handedly defeated even the authority of a god, what was he afraid of, wanting to entrust her future to himself?
“Warrior!! What the hell have you done!”
A resounding shout as if to teach him that he wasn’t the only one who sensed it.
Immediately after, one of her spectators, Barmash, who was watching the scene, stepped into her gymnasium and began clutching Celica’s shoulders roughly as she tried to comfort her Verdia.
“Why, why is that guy on the move!? Could it be that you were aiming for that from the beginning and wanting to duel with me!?”
What was painted on her face was shock and horror.
The honorable warchief, who had steadfastly accepted his own death, was shocked at the destruction caused by the hero at this moment.
As if fearing the consequences of not being a hero.
“Warchief, you are missing. If it’s to the point where I lose to Verdia-nee, it’ll only be a dog’s death if I intervene in the fight that’s about to happen.”
Celica dismissed even that coldly and quietly directed her gaze to a certain place.
Tension was evident in the place where the kind consolation he had expressed to Verdia had been taken away.
As if being wary of something that wants to come here, triggering the dark clouds reflected in the retinas of the narrowly opened eyes.
***
Yes, I was feeling it too.
Perhaps what Celica felt. The aftermath of the direct collision with the divine miracle caused by Verdia, and the presence of something that began to move in response.
“Did you two feel it too?”
I’m not the only one who felt it. I could vaguely guess that fact by reading the reactions of the two people standing next to me.
“… I don’t know. It’s the first time in my life that I’ve felt such strong magic power.”
The youngest archmage, Ymir.
Her smile faded from her face, which had always been relaxed, and cold sweat was running down her face.
Something approaching from afar is accompanied by such a presence.
“The children are afraid.”
The one who expresses her concern next to him is a long-lived girl who, despite her young age, has learned to communicate with the spirits faster than anyone else.
“It feels like a huge mountain moving with will.”
Her eyes, staring at the gathering place of the dark clouds, gradually began to be colored with worry.
“It feels so huge and dangerous that the creatures on this plain are running away in fear.”
Even the giant monsters in the plains are leaving.
With the tension multiplied by the worry that could not be overlooked, I quietly looked away from the two of them and turned to Margaret.
The only one who maintains composure.
To Margaret, who, like Celica, seems to have foreseen to some extent what will happen from now on, and keeps her composure.
“What the hell is going on?”
It’s not because she’s just a witch and senses things we don’t know.
She was the only person who could see what kind of condition Celica was in, so she must have had many opportunities to communicate with Celica.
“… The demon king is on the move.”
That’s what she said at this moment.
Devil.
Disasters that inevitably appear in this world and that no one except the hero can resist are coming here.
“Demon King, what do you mean…”
“The surest way to change the future is to confirm the existence of the demon lord that already exists and deal with it with your own hands… , Because I said that.”
Since you don’t know what is true and what is false, you choose the most certain option.
It was already completed mentally, but it was the path of atonement chosen by the hero who entered the path of corruption.
