Chapter 471 – Shadow (1)
A deep sense of tension flows down the spine and spreads throughout the body.
It cannot be measured.
How skilled is the opponent?
Between those many shadows, it is impossible to even determine whether the entity exists or not.
It’s because of the magic power of the deep ultramarine blue that spreads here.
By maximizing viscosity, the natural flow is suppressed, and the magical energy stuck in place covers the entire area, impeding the senses.
To destroy this, we unfold a move.
[Activates the ruler’s area.]
A boundary line drawn in the pitch-black darkness.
I tried to forcibly remove the surrounding magic through this.
Shwaak-!
“…”
I don’t listen.
When an intangible hand is stretched out to remove magical power, it is thrown away with a harsh response.
A will so strong that it can even reject the absolute influence of the ‘domain of the ruler.’
There has only been one case like this so far.
“… Area.”
The power of God.
The unique ability of the apostle who has been given that power.
In this place where the breath of God is strongly felt, the deceptive abilities of the ruler’s domain are limited.
They resolutely reject domination, as if they cannot accept domination by mere humans.
That means the other person is an apostle who has been given power by God, just like me.
I ask one of the countless shadows in front of me.
“What kind of apostle are you?”
Then shadows in all directions answer, tearing the words into pieces.
“There is no obligation to answer.”
“… Well, that’s right.”
A needlessly quiet young man.
The intuition that lies amidst the ultramarine magic and death screams.
If I’m not careful, I could lose my life here today.
Emotions such as anxiety, tension, and fear are appropriately suffocating.
“Hmm, okay.”
Not bad.
This feeling that makes your fingertips and toes tingle.
I have been accepting this moment, where life and death come from one small action, with a good feeling.
“My head is broken, right?”
It’s probably not just me.
10 years, 20 years.
If you look at the minds of hunters who have survived for a long time, they will all be similar.
The more you are weighed down by this feeling, the less likely you are to survive.
In other words, it is a sad struggle to choose to go crazy in order to survive, swallowing the lesser evil instead of the worst.
Slowly warm up your body and look around.
“…”
Hundreds of shadows surround the surroundings.
These bland guys who don’t seem to have much personality shake off their arms all at once.
Wedge… !
A faint sound is heard.
At the same time, an eerie feeling that penetrated the air and arrived in advance flows through the skin.
You can finally see it when you focus on your eyes.
Hundreds of daggers, all pitch black from the hilt to the blade, are fiercely charging towards us with their pointed ends aimed in this direction.
“… !”
I was embarrassed for a moment.
Calmly raises your magic power and creates a huge defensive wall around you.
「Aegis.」
Coo coo coo… !
A wall of ice harder than steel rises and blocks the surroundings.
Quad!
The noise made by the sharp dagger hitting the wall of ice can be heard softly.
Everything is weak.
Because the space is covered in black, not to mention sight, sound is muffled, and even presence feels vague.
It feels like the senses that should be sharp can only be reached after barely breaking through a thick wall.
The cause is obvious.
The thick, strong magic power kills even the noise or presence coming from this place.
“… It won’t be easy, but this.”
A space that has only disadvantages for me and only advantages for others.
It is definitely not an area that can be created in an instant.
It must have been prepared in advance.
Knowing that I always pass by this place, I built up the area very solidly at the right time.
With the sole intention of killing myself.
Past
The walls of ice, unable to withstand the pouring rain, collapse one by one.
Shushu shoot
An anticipation that feels like your ears are filled with water, along with a dull sound.
There is a fortunate part.
Sight, hearing, smell.
While nothing is normal, the feeling of touch flowing through the skin is normal.
However, the sense of touch does not allow you to feel the surrounding situation in detail.
I just get an abstract feeling like something is targeting me from some direction.
Relying only on the sensation of touching the skin is suicidal.
Instead, use it as a supplement.
It supports the lack of hearing, vision, and smell, making the hostility directed at me clearer.
You can’t just stand there forever and block incoming attacks.
You have to find a clue, even if it means digging into the opponent’s camp.
After blocking the flying daggers one more time, he bends down and picks up the daggers that fell to the ground.
“Hmm.”
It’s too short compared to the sword I often use, but it doesn’t matter.
This can be solved as long as there is a handle that is easy to hold and a short blade.
Partz tsk tsk!
When magical energy is injected, the sword energy rises long above the blade.
The length is solved with this.
“The weight is a bit disappointing…”
It’s too light, and the balance is different from that of the sword, but I can’t help it.
Now is the time to swallow both cold and hot food.
“Whoa.”
Take a calm breath.
Pot!
Throw your body.
The target is the nearest shadow.
It approaches in the blink of an eye and slices its body vertically.
Ah.
He doesn’t have eyes, really.
Sigh!
A shadow that splits in half without hesitation, loses its shape, and flows down to the ground.
The taste of cutting is not very good.
Feels like cutting through flowing water.
Continue the motion and cut down all the surrounding shadows at once.
Wow!
Sigh!
As soon as you cut them, they become mushy like water and then disperse.
As soon as I tried to catch my breath, daggers rained down.
“Useless.”
“Struggling.”
Along with the mockery of the shadows.
“Well, I can’t hear everything else very well, so why can I hear my voice well?”
You can do whatever you want, very.
Swing the sword with both hands to block the daggers.
At the same time, it creates a shield in the blind spot where the sword cannot reach, blocking the possibility of being attacked blindly.
“Sigh… !”
Daggers that shatter into pieces every time you swing your sword.
It won’t work with just a sword.
Let’s give him something perfect and then move on.
Raise magical power.
The magic powers that were weighed down by the ultramarine blue magic power come to me as if they had been waiting.
All of these are replaced with thunder attribute magical power.
Paget!
Lightning flashing and bouncing in the darkness.
Gather them in large quantities, pull them out as thin as thread, sharpen the ends and spread them out.
「Chain Lightning.」
The chain made of electricity spreads widely.
It pierces the surrounding shadows, then extends out from there to pierce another shadow.
It’s so scary!
Pajik!
Cheolreuk-
Shadows disappearing in an instant.
A spacious open space created by a single spell.
Shadows that were close together fill the space once again.
It still fills up the surroundings and seems meaningless, but that is not the case.
As evidence, the gap between shadows has increased considerably.
Is that why?
The shadows that have secured some free space begin to move their bodies as if they feel like they can finally live.
“Okay.”
By reducing the number and creating more space, the shadows can now appear directly.
Sigh!
Boom!
As you cut down the rushing shadows, your senses are constantly expanded.
However, there is no foreign energy felt anywhere.
It’s as if the reality you’re looking for doesn’t exist here, so don’t waste your time.
“It’s all in vain.”
“You.”
“Never.”
“You can reach me.”
“No.”
The mockery of the shadows continues.
After splitting them with a figure/drawing/shape by hand, raise your middle finger.
“You still have a long way to go, you bastard.”
Give up?
That’s hilarious.
Even if I wanted to give up at this level, I couldn’t.
Because I am.
“I survived even in more shitty situations than I am now.”
Burning.
A strong will to tear the entity into pieces equal to the number of shadows.
Cut down the remaining shadows, explode them with magic, and repeat.
Wow!
Quang!
Pusssss… !
Declining magic attribute and stamina.
No matter how much I save and save, my physical strength declines faster than the shadow decreases.
It can’t be helped.
Cheaeng!
Kagak!
These shadow bastards.
As the number decreases, the movements become noticeably more sophisticated.
Even the weapons in hand have become more diverse.
A dagger that flies in quickly, a spear that stabs in for a long time, a shield that blocks my attack, etc.
The senses are complexly intertwined as all kinds of weapons chart their own paths.
And accidents usually happen at times like this.
Blood shoot!
Every time a weapon misses its path, a red line is drawn on the body.
A not-so-deep wound.
Even this was done by covering the attack area with an improvised shield.
“Haha, that’s right.”
It’s so embarrassing.
When there are a lot of people, they attack people with quantity.
“When you use less, you apply pressure with precise control as much as you have less, right…”
Somehow.
It was strange that the shadows were not replenished.
It was an attempt to put pressure on the opponent by giving variations like this.
But it’s okay.
I guess you thought I would break down like this.
“You’re welcome.”
I lost stamina and got hurt, but I also gained a lot.
First, I got used to the opponent’s movements.
No matter how sophisticated they become, they still follow certain rules.
Of course it is.
Even if it becomes smaller, you still won’t be able to individually control numbers that are close to dozens.
“From now on, you won’t be able to do what you want… !”
It was the moment when I was about to enter the next phase, shouting excitedly.
Spurrrrq-
The ground trembles and new shadows begin to appear in the wide space.
Soon the numbers were filled in again.
Once again, I am lost in thought as I look at the hundreds of shadows.
“Ah, you really fight like shit…”
