Chapter 313 – The Cold Blooded King.
As Krikaliev uttered, the jet-black figure approached in an instant. The figure of the guy who approached him was clearly different from before. Its basic form has not changed, but it does not look like it is made of black iron. His body shimmered as if it were made of light. Even though it is obviously pitch-black, it is the appearance of orange rays of light stretching out from the center of a strange shape that seems to emit light with such light.
“Y◼◼ ◼I◼◼ ◼◼◼◼◼!!!”
“What!”
The sparsely heard voice was still difficult to understand. I could tell that it was a simple word, but the reason why it felt awkward nonetheless was because of the guy’s words that seemed to be saying things that weren’t used well. However, the momentum is not weak in the slightest. He whips one of his wings of light out from behind at Krikaliev like a whip. He tried to sever his magic for a while to block the creature’s attack. If you hadn’t noticed the discomfort you felt at that moment.
Most of all, with the intuition that he shouldn’t stop using magic now, he bumped into Barisada with the wing that was swinging as it was.
-!!!!
In the aftermath, the ceiling collapsed with a loud explosion that was hard to hear, and the sight of them melting and disappearing near them was reflected. The wings of light broke off as they collided with Barisada, but he was extending the light as much as the length of the break as if nothing had happened. Krikaliev laughed at that.
“Ha, I never thought I would know the principle of this magic until now.”
Originally, I hadn’t intended to cut off his wings this way. He had intended to simply dispel the enchantment and wrap it around his wings, but his body and intuition were telling him not to disenchant.
“It was a needlessly excessive magic.”
It was to the point where he seemed strange to his past self, who had been using it at random without even knowing this principle. It was as if an important part of the cogwheel used in the Holy Land was used like a club. Wings of light stretched towards him from all sides. He cut off a few with his barisada, but the two missed wings grazed his body.
“Keuugh! I feel so dirty!”
He realized it wasn’t just an attack. As the golem’s body was fully activated, it quickly recovered from the wounds inflicted by its wings, but he was clearly feeling the sense of incongruity that had been felt in the meantime. It felt as if small, heated needles had penetrated and occupied his veins. It was only for a moment, but through him, he even felt that he was trying to control his body. If I had to explain it, it was close to erosion.
“Tsk, it’s more dangerous than I imagined.”
In addition, after releasing the power, strange phenomena were happening around. The castle must have already collapsed in the aftermath of their fight. For some reason, they were fighting inside the castle again. Even though its wings collided with Barisada many times, the newly appeared castle did not collapse even a single point.
“◼◼◼ ◼◼◼◼◼◼!!!”
His voice, still incomprehensible, resounded in the stillness of the castle.
“I get this, though. That you’re mistaking me for the wrong guy and you’re venting your anger!”
Even so, his voice was full of murderous intentions that would be more clearly hateful, so he clicked his tongue. In particular, this kind of space that seemed to return the surroundings to the past was all the more so because it was the first time.
“Wait, the past?”
He glanced around, avoiding the wings he swung at the realization that passed through his head. This place shows the castle as it was before it collapsed, but it is different somewhere. There was a distinct feeling of incongruity, as if something was missing.
“◼◼◼◼!!”
He shouted something and ran after him, but Krikaliev ignored it and ran down the hallway. Then, the more I felt, the more the sense of incongruity grew, and when I saw the door next to the hallway I found, I tried to grab the doorknob, but the doorknob was not caught. Instead, the door opened before him and passed him through. And what came out was a harpy woman with light brown wings and the same color hair and eyes. She was cleaning and holding her tools. The sight convinced him.
“I see. Was this a space like this?”
He immediately started running through her castle, ignoring her.
“ADaaaaaM!!“
“So even if you find the wrong person!”
The jet-dark was running toward him with its wings extended, but there was no need to worry about the harpy woman there. She’s a woman, because even though she bumped into a guy, she didn’t get hurt and had no effect and she passed through.
“I wish this method would take more time.”
Krikaliev knew he couldn’t defeat the bastard after all. I know they are in the same position, but this space is probably a familiar battleground for golems and that guy. He only knew the function of the golem, but he couldn’t pull everything out intact. Still, he needed more time, so he threw himself into the space at the end of the hallway. At that moment, at first glance, his body took on the form of white light, similar to but different from that one.
-Quaaaaa!
A storm blew that seemed to overturn the wagons with a loud explosion. In fact, some light wagons overturned and rolled over in the aftermath, and there was even an accident in which some of the Svadilferries leading the wagons broke away, but the heavy iron wagons were also shaken, barely centered, and even the Hilldisbinies without the command of the coachman who took the reins. I didn’t even have the energy to take care of them when I was running on my own.
“…Is that the devil of the Tsushima era?”
Even though she was far away from the Holy Land, her gaze was captivated by the sight of 12 beams of light shining brightly in orange, stirring and digging through what used to be the Holy Land and plowing the ground. A truly overwhelming burst of power. By the time she returned from her expedition, the castle towering high into the sky, visible even from a distance, collapsed and disappeared in an instant like a sand castle trampled by a child’s feet. If someone said it was a dream, they would readily believe it. However, the image of wings moving continuously as if chasing something and the wind brushing the cheeks make one have no choice but to believe that this is reality.
“Master.”
Because they knew why those wings of light didn’t pursue them. She felt that her master was still there. Even as Rachel watched her wings, the train of wagons was speeding away from the Holy Land. But she knew she couldn’t keep watching that.
-Puuuuu!!
Hildisviny had spotted the assailant and was making a sound to warn of danger. She was at the head and center of the wagon, so she could make out a group of blacks in the distance.
“Desert Gang…!”
They were typical monsters that inhabited the deserts around the Holy Land and targeted followers who came to the Holy Land. This time, on the contrary, it was like blocking them from leaving the Holy Land, but they are the most notorious monsters in the Holy Land, except for dragons, because they run in groups and run at the wagon procession led by Hildisbinies without hesitation. Of course, the lead would have found them first.
-Quarreureung!
-Kwaeeeee!!!
-Keuhehehe!!
As expected, along with the resounding sound of thunder, a white glowing light spread from the front of the carriage and began to burn the Desert Gang. Because Kayaba was the one guarding the wagon at the forefront. The destructive power of his magic was outstanding even among the same paladins, so most of the Desert Gang were burned to death. The corpses of those burned by his magic shattered as Hildisbini trampled on them, and were lightly crushed by the wheels of the wagon. But you can’t be safe.
-Keeeee!
They were running towards the wagon regardless of the deaths of many of their kind. Unlike other monsters, they didn’t care about their safety. However, what blocks their way is the waves crashing from somewhere and the thorns of the rock rising from the ground and piercing them to death. It was the magic of Boas and Arun. But even that is not enough. The wagon line was longer than ever and there were still many desert gangs left. Rachel also attacked them with magic, but her magic was limited to killing several at once and creating obstacles.
-Kieek!
“Ugh, did you find me?”
Besides, they are monsters, and most monsters have human women as their host, and the same was true of the Desert Gang. One of the goons who spotted her Rachel shouted at her, and the goons around her swarmed towards her to prey on her. If this happened, she would have had to sacrifice herself and the wagons near her to her bastards, but Rachel already had the experience of leaving her expedition. If they were united like that, it was possible to cut them all at once with her magic.
– Fire!
– Kkeueek!!
But before that, a blazing flame hit them first. Those with flame clinging to them writhe in pain, and even in such a state, those who tried to force themselves to attack were cut in half by the magic that Rachel fired. When she glanced behind her, sure enough, she saw Kane, who was pouring flames somewhere else, pretending not to be, from a little distance away. Since he’s riding in a wagon, it would be better to seal his magic, but this time Boas was there too, so he had nothing to say even if he used it to his heart’s content.
‘Am I really shameless?’
Even in this situation, the fact that he helped her was disappointing to herself. That’s how they protected the wagons from the Desert Gang that ran for a long time.
“The carriage doesn’t stop.”
The Desert Gangs were wiped out, but they were still running. Normally, they would stop for the sake of tired knights defending the wagon from attacking monsters, but no signal came from the lead. She thinks she can’t help it because the devil of the Tsushima era is rampaging, but Rachel can’t let go of the idea that she’s doing something wrong. In addition, she was all the more so with the fact that Hill Dis beanies, who would get nervous if they ran excessively, were running without saying anything.
‘Is there something more? Ark Bishop?’
They were still running as if they were being chased, even though they could no longer see the holy land and the wings like beams of light.
“Diana, why don’t you stop?”
Kayaba asked to see Diana open the window and tell her not to stop, even though the desert gangs had been raiding for a long time. She was the first to confirm the existence of the devil and was convinced by the appearance of the wings that literally plowed the holy ground, but Diana, who normally told her to keep running without stopping even though she adjusted Hildisbini’s stamina even when she was resting, was strange. Will be. Then she glanced at the knight holding the reins next to him and called him into the carriage. The scent of blood wafted from Kayaba as she entered the carriage.
“…”
What he soon found was Usher with his head bowed while hugging a girl with flowing red hair of a mysterious color. When he tried to look away from the scene and saw Diana, she was approaching another girl watching them, Erica.
“How is it? Are you still far away?”
Erica shook her head as Diana bent her knees and asked her.
“You can’t stop. If you don’t get farther away, you’ll get caught up in it.”
“You’re getting involved…?”
Kayaba couldn’t understand what the girl was saying. It had already fallen from the Holy Land a long time ago. The wings that seemed to belong to the demons of the Tsushima Age were now invisible except for a glimpse of faint light, and the storm that was felt every time the wings were swung was only a strong wind now. It’s true that I’m still anxious, but what on earth do I mean by getting caught up in it?
“I thought it would be okay at this point, but I can’t really ignore this child’s words.”
Diana remembered. By the time Kayaba tried to stop her slouch carriage. Erica, who had been standing by Usher’s side, stood up from her seat and looked toward the Holy Land they had left. And, having glanced around at her, came over and tugged at her Diana by the hem of her dress.
“You can’t stop. You have to run faster, faster.”
The gray color of the girl who said that was unfocused and trembled anxiously.
