Chapter 465 – 133. Demonic Dragon’s Wrath (2)
Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwa Kwa Kwa Kwa –
A huge explosion rang once again in Bingjeong-dong.
No, it was the roar of a great disaster that transcended a simple explosion.
Goo Goo Goo Goo Goo-
It was as if a huge volcano had erupted.
The underground cavern was vibrating to such an extent that it was difficult to stand still.
If this earthquake hit the city, it was not known that a city would be destroyed.
The result of the two Reinhardt’s attacks colliding.
But for the two of them now. The scenery of Bingjeong-dong was not visible.
No, rather in the midst of this turmoil. The two entered a space of silence.
‘Time… Seems to have stopped.’
I was standing in the middle of a pure white world.
Like midday. The fierce light of the sun was illuminating the surroundings.
‘No. It’s not daytime.’
I felt a sense of alienation.
Tens of thousands of scales.
To the point where I could vividly feel the numerous scales covering the dragon’s body like armor.
The surroundings were bright enough to see everything with my eyes.
But it was strange.
I am flying in the middle of the air. I felt a sense of heterogeneity as if I was in the middle of a dark world.
‘It’s dark?’
How can you feel the darkness when it’s so bright? It was absurd.
Impossible unless all senses are paralyzed.
Especially as a demon dragon, my senses.
It was sensitive enough to transcend normal awakening.
Frozen cave. It is also the deepest place there. Although it is in Bingjeong-dong.
You can feel the air flow outside. It’s constantly accelerating the dragon heart’s magic.
As if my body had become a very precise detector. I was aware of my surroundings.
‘But it’s definitely dark. No, it’s night.’
It was.
My body said that the time of this place has now entered the night. Was shouting
Kyaaaaa
The ghosts of the battlefield who would not appear except at night. The ominous black mist is wriggling.
‘Thousands. No, tens of thousands.’
Not an actual scream. Although it was a terrible scream that filled my head.
At the same time, screams of death echo in this space.
Even so, there was no doubt that the surroundings were blindingly bright.
Like in the middle of the night.
It was like looking at the sun that had not set and was still shining brightly.
And I knew the words to describe this anomaly.
‘White night.’
Essenmund is the northernmost point of the continent.
In summer, there is an unusual phenomenon where the sun still does not set even at night.
That phenomenon called the white night.
And in winter, the opposite phenomenon, where it is still night even after daytime, is called polar night.
‘It must be the white night now. This space.’
So, the name of the knights representing Essenmund. White Nights, named after the phenomenon.
And I knew another synonym for the midnight sun.
‘Yes. I am in the middle of the midnight sun.’
The final secret of the Lion Heart Sword. White night.
The genius of the century, the final stage of the lion mind sword that Atlin, the swordsman, has blossomed.
Desperate despair.
In the darkness where no tomorrow can be seen.
Atlin was the only hope left for Essenmund and the Empire. Atlin von Reinhardt.
The sun she created. Go to midnight aura.
Beyond that despair, he decapitated Greiel, the most evil beast in the history of the empire.
And beyond a hundred years, she is her descendant and the current head of Reinhardt.
My maternal grandfather, Wilhelm, was perfectly recreating the midnight sun.
‘No. It surpassed even the midnight sun of the sword.’
My instinct as a demonic dragon is shouting.
It’s dangerous to be here.
That huge white night that erases even the night. Because it will definitely devour me.
“Yes. Julian. This is Reinhardt’s White Night. The weight of fate you must bear.”
And in this pure white space, the voice of the maternal grandfather resonated.
Time stopped.
And in this space where even the body of a huge demon dragon seemed to disappear.
‘No! If it stays like this, it loses. No, I might die!’
I resisted desperately.
All the demons that exist in me. Exploded all at once. It released a breath and created a recoil.
Oh oh oh oh-
And before the midnight aura swallows me whole. I just got out of this space.
It felt like an eternity of time.
It was an instant, not even a second.
***
Lion Grand Duke was preparing for the next sword attack.
The Midnight Sun is the final secret of the Lion Heart Sword.
Even though he has an 8th tier mana heart. As much as that, mana consumption in the Midnight Sun is extreme.
So, now is the time for him to catch his breath.
And Wilhelm thought about the battle a while ago.
A pure white space created by the fate of Grand Duke Saja.
Created by resisting the terrible darkness created by those ghosts. All of that pure white light was an aura that Wilhelm had refined.
‘However, even though I was trapped in the space of the midnight sun. Did you escape safely? Julian.’
Of course, his appearance was not perfect.
A dragon’s scale that is famous for being harder than any other magical mineral in Ireland.
Also, in terms of durability and strength, dragons are incomparable to any creature in Island.
However, Yulian’s scales were horribly broken and shed blood.
Bleeding all over the body.
Still, Wilhelm paid pure respect to his grandson.
‘I didn’t look after her because she was my grandson. Rather, as much as my body is young. I showed Yulian the best white night I could create.’
It was different from the previous Dalian, where they faced each other in the polar night.
Your grandson is more precious than your own life.
You can’t really put all your energy into dying.
But unless you die. If only that life was attached.
Yulian will be able to revive somehow with the healing power of Siertia. Wilhelm spared no effort.
‘Since I brought out the midnight sun in the first place. It’s impossible to look after the other person.’
As a changeback. I saw many deaths of the people of Essenmund. And he himself was obliged to live with that death.
Such is the weight of the Marquis’ fate.
Thousands of curses and fear. Reinhardt was the one who had to endure the resentment and swing the sword again.
The white night is that ghost. A magic trick created based on the despair of the dead.
‘So, now that we have already entered the white night space. I shouldn’t be able to get out safely like that.’
It certainly wasn’t a pretty look.
It was not fatal. It means that it survived even in the open space of the midnight sun.
‘It’s probably not a technique that can escape through defense or reaction.’
Above all, that magic dragon. His only grandson with raging red eyes. He is staring at himself
‘Wasn’t it an illusion after all?’
Lucifer.
The current Julian was the same as that person.
20 years ago. Even against himself in his prime, the elf was not pushed back.
Perhaps Lucifer at that time was in the same 8th rank as himself.
Even so, Reinhardt’s magnificent mana.
The pressure of the aura created with that mana shouldn’t have been able to withstand no matter how much he did.
The amount of pure mana the elf could never match himself.
The Reinhard family’s special mana heart. The power of the enormous mana forged through special training surpassed even the dragon.
The midnight sun he created with a young body like now.
Whatever entered that space. For he annihilates the sun like one who met it right in front of him.
‘But the man persevered. With his magic.’
Lucifer.
Even that gloomy aura sword created by the Marquis. They hit me head on without spilling anything.
Woo woo woo woo woo-
Like that grandson in front of me.
From that grandson. It was as if the special magic power created by that elf was being transmitted.
‘Lucifer called that power dominance.’
And Julian’s eyes changed.
Perhaps Julian.
Even against myself using the completed Midnight Sun. He didn’t seem to break his fighting spirit at all.
‘Yes. Julian. Now is the time for me to admit it.’
He thought that he was a grandson to be protected forever.
A poor child who has never received parental love. And his only blood relative.
So, Wilhelm always raised his grandson with overprotectiveness.
But the one in front of him right now.
He was no longer an immature grandson, but another Reinhardt’s person.
Wilhelm exclaimed.
“Yes. The way you want it. I will bring out all my strength and hit you!”
In the meantime, to the empty Mana Heart space. Mana was refilled. The white night is ready to use.
Aaaaa-
At the same time, jet-black sparks rose again from Yulian’s horn.
Like lightning strikes horizontally.
Julian’s breath attacked Wilhelm.
***
‘Haa… Haa… Haa…’
A fierce battle ensued.
No, being fierce might be my one-sided position.
Whole body. Tens of thousands of scales screamed in terrible pain.
The hard, scaled breastplate was mercilessly broken, and bleeding continued. Even so, the grandfather was breathing, but not disturbed.
‘Even after using that white night continuously like this…’
The final secret technique that uses a large amount of mana to the point that the mana heart is empty. White night.
Roia’s ordeal and the midnight sun seen through Erti’s memories.
Clearly, even the sword sword was a final skill that could only be used once.
However, the maternal grandfather quickly recovered that mana and swung the midnight sun with a series attack.
And my maternal grandfather gave me the breath I was desperately trying to squeeze. It collided with the aura and annihilated them all.
‘Monster…’
That’s how I ended up saying things I shouldn’t have said to my grandfather.
But I couldn’t go on like this.
Although my body is clearly accumulating damage. Still, it didn’t stand still.
I am in the white night space created by my grandfather.
I’ve been getting some clues.
‘The weight of fate that my maternal grandfather has. And the huge manaap of the 8th tier. If I can’t counter those two powers, my defeat is certain.’
At first glance, the space of the midnight sun seems to be an endless space of pure white.
In fact, it is a space of despair supported by the weight of that fate.
As a great empress and war hero. The weight of countless souls carried by her maternal grandfather.
The maternal grandfather burned the weight and created the unquenchable flash of the midnight sun.
‘I wonder if I have the weight of that kind of fate…’
I am only 21 years old. It would be arrogant to try to imitate the weight that one’s maternal grandfather carries.
But even if it was arrogant, I had to do it.
It wasn’t that I didn’t have the weight of that fate.
‘It’s just that I haven’t taken them all out yet.’
Now that he has turned into a demonic dragon. I remembered the memory of that time.
The time when he changed into an old dragon by borrowing the power of the 6 temple and goddess.
On the last day in Pantheon, the moment I defeated the Fallen Dwarf.
‘Knoia!’
I am the one chosen by the two gods. Fate was handed over to them.
An ancient human race that perished in an endless war between themselves.
And Knoia, the demon created by the hatred of those ancient humans.
That Knoia was already called the Ancient Empire.
The brilliant torture name of Island was destroyed.
And Jedin and Unir. In order not to lose his creations again after losing them like that.
As an agent of God. He chose me as that apostle.
The souls of those dead ancient empires. It was a sound that was being passed on to me now.
‘They’re angry with Knoia.’
That voice. It was transmitted through my runaway demon.
Siertia, which became my horn, was resonating.
‘They are conveying their will. Is it Siertia?’
Siertia was a legacy from that old empire.
I finally felt like I knew the weight of my destiny to some extent.
‘Yes. I was their agent.’
If you realized the weight of that fate at a glance. The remaining homework is now one thing.
Woo woo woo woo-
Created by the foreigner. The ferocious manaab of the 8th tier, close to that demigod.
A way to resist that mana pressure.
‘I need to be able to endure that mana pressure and my grandfather’s midnight sun. I can reach the state of the midnight sun too.’
Aaaaa-
I roared again.
– Are you going to lose to that human man!!
My nature cried out at the same time. But even without that guy’s nagging. My pure reason was already enraged.
‘I can’t do anything like this and my body is in tatters. You’re so pissed off.’
My Mana Heart, still in the 7th tier. Even with absolute output, he was pushed back by his maternal grandfather.
Although in my case it was Dragon Heart. My maternal grandfather also has a special Reinhardt’s mana heart.
I had to awaken that mana heart somehow.
‘Obviously that way…’
Reverse.
If only I could wake up that yeokrin. It seemed that somehow there would be a way.
Now that he has become a demonic dragon, it is no different from using the highest level of Yonginhwa unlimitedly.
‘Because I’m going to make the demons go out of control even more in the current state. I need to trigger the awakening of rebellion.’
Margie is gradually losing control due to her rage. The demonic energy that runs amok on the surface of my body. I had no intention of letting go.
I raised the dominance of that demon to the maximum.
