Chapter 47 – Hey, Kamp… I’ll Put It In. (One)
The black fog that spread in an instant began to color the warped fog that had previously filled the mansion and the streets black. It seemed as if the sight was polluting the space around him, so Luke raised his sword feeling uneasy.
This situation is clearly our fault. Regardless of whether the opponent was good or evil, Viola’s remarks crossed the line enough from the point of view of her ally Luke. No matter how certain Baron Rag or Armageddon had a purpose, he was sure that he would not harm himself and his comrades, but it was his mistake to have the two people, the victim and the cause of the Mage Tower collapse, meet in one space.
Even Viola, who always behaved calmly and intelligently, could not maintain her usual attitude in front of the two people who could be seen as the culprits who took away all of her precious things, and the harsh words that came out of her mouth eventually caused a precarious balance between them. It caused a stir that was enough to destroy the The black mist that the enraged witch spewed out looked very ominous, made of a completely different material than the warped mist that filled the streets west of the city.
Luke tried to call his teammates. However, just before he shouted, his keen senses, trained in endless battles with demonic beasts stained in darkness before coming to the capital, warned him that something was rapidly approaching him. Luke aimed the sharp blade in the direction his sixth sense warned him, and he lowered himself to respond to any situation. Then he cut through the black mist, and sharp claws flew at his face.
When an ordinary person sees something approaching them rapidly, they instinctively try to block it or avoid it. However, Luke’s actions were neither defensive nor evasive. With his feet planted on the floor, he stretched out his left leg and bent his right leg, and at the same time drew back his upper body and right hand holding the sword, taking a counterattack stance. As the claws of the enemy emerged from his fog and ripped through his torso, Luke transformed into a bee and slashed a sharp blade in front of him.
Caang!
“Kuu…!”
“This…!”
Luke’s Weapon Holy Sword – Unicor is a sacred sword that is said to have been made from the horns of a unicorn, a divine beast that lived in ancient times. His weapon, which specializes in stabbing enemies with a long reach rather than cutting with force, has many shortcomings compared to ordinary swords, but the stabbing of the holy sword loaded with the power of the light received from the goddess Luminous has many advantages. It was Luke’s specialty, strong enough to endure all his shortcomings.
Originally, the power of light does not show much effect unless it is ominous things such as ghosts, undead, and demons with dark personalities. It had the ability to transform into human power. And considering the amount of light Luke had now put into the holy sword, his skin without armor could never withstand it. If he did well, his power, which could be equivalent to the lance charging of a knight on horseback, was blocked, but that was one reason.
“You…! Why did you attack me?!”
Luke swung his claw at himself, and at the same time asked his opponent… A blue-haired beast woman who received his sword with a body that was not even covered in leather armor, let alone a piece of metal.
Luke remembered her. When he arrived at the border town of the Kingdom of Elheim, she was a woman who applied for a duel trial to Baron Ragnar Armageddon and was horribly and disastrously beaten in front of everyone. She was obviously hostile to Ragnar Baron Armageddon, but she couldn’t understand why she was now baring her claws at him. And when I looked closely… As expected. The beast woman’s hair was no longer the same as before. The hair on her body was still blue, but it had a dark red glow in places. And Luke knew the color well.
Beasts that have received the power of Rag or Armageddon, or those that are stained with darkness, change their bodies to dark blue or dark red. Among them, in the case of dark red, they have high resistance to most physical attacks. His thrust, which could pierce even a knight’s thick shield, was blocked because the dark power of Baron Rag or Armageddon was added to the otherwise strong beastman’s body.
Of course, that didn’t mean that his attack was not working at all. Although her wounds were small enough to be pierced by needles, they were clearly marked on her furry arm that held Luke’s sword. It was probably the influence of the power that Luke put into his sword, the holy divine power. The power of light pierces the darkness.
“Why did they attack you? What… Do I really need to tell you?”
The beastly woman brushed off the wound on her arm as if it was nothing. In that short time, the wound on her arm had already mostly healed. No matter how fast a beastman’s physical ability and regenerative power are, the speed of recovery is not normal. As expected, it must be the influence of the power received from Rag and Armageddon. But what shocked Luke wasn’t her unusual resilience.
The woman he saw in that arena was a wild beast and a blazing fire that could not be tamed. However, the woman in front of him now is a helpless beast tied to an invisible leash. That low, resigned figure was too foreign to Luke’s eyes.
“What the hell happened in the meantime? What did he do to you?”
“What are you doing… Ha. I can’t say no. But, after all, there’s no need to tell you, right?”
She let out a low gurgling sound and set up sharp claws worthy of any dagger.
“I don’t have that bad feeling towards you. Rather, I don’t know if I’m grateful. When everyone was laughing at me and booing me, you were the only one who stepped forward and acted to protect me.”
“Then…”
“I mean…”
She took a step back. Luke sensed her intentions, but couldn’t move. She knew that if she rushed forward, a heavy counterattack would immediately return to her. In the meantime, hiding her body in her black mist, she warned with a glow in her red eyes.
“Don’t do anything stupid and stay still. I’ll knock you out as painlessly as possible.”
Of course, Luke had no thoughts of fainting at her hand in a place like this, so he went back to alert to prepare for the attack of a beast that could come from nowhere.
Since it has already been confirmed that it cannot be damaged with moderate attacks, there is no need to worry about inflicting excessive wounds anymore. To subdue her rather her enemy, she must exert more power. However, do not exert too much force. Even if she exerts too much power, the tension in her body will be revealed and the opponent will be able to read the attack, and if the attack fails, there will be a huge gap. Like a scorpion hidden in the sand, Luke was ready to unleash his holy sword at any time and was alert in all directions in the black fog.
Thirty seconds, one minute, and three minutes…
The longer the confrontation lasted, the more Luke could not hide his nervousness. He didn’t know where or how the enemy would come out of this black fog. However, the beast woman, judging from the way she had just launched an attack right in the direction she was just a moment ago, she must be watching herself now. This fog was a witch’s magic that was never created naturally, and if so, it means that it is possible for Rag or Armageddon’s subordinates to see through it intact while blocking Luke and his party’s vision.
There’s nothing good about taking this long. The anxiety that something might happen to his colleagues if he continued like this fueled Luke’s nervousness even more. Cold sweat flowed from his forehead, his back, and the hand holding the sword. When the hell are you planning to attack? How long are you going to wait?
I don’t know where it is. But it is certain that you are watching yourself. The leeway that comes from the difference in information between those who don’t know where the enemy is and those who know. The confrontation time is the same, but the mental power consumed is different. And what she was aiming for was that she was distracted or exhausted, and Luke, who knew that she would attack him by aiming for that gap, could not let go of her tension. He hastily swung his sword to check, but he was immediately attacked. He may be attacked from the rear as he moves his legs to clumsily gain an advantage.
The best he can do is to stay current. Even that is closer to the second best, no, the second worst rather than the best. It’s fortunate that it’s not the worst. Of course, this one-sided, exhausting psychological warfare will eventually come to an end. Luke is a warrior, but he is a human before that, and if a human’s concentration is well exercised, he can show amazing abilities, but he won’t be able to maintain it for long. Concentration means drawing his energy to that extent, and that way he gets tired faster. One day, the moment Luke gets tired and shows a gap, the beast woman will strike him with a heavy blow.
Even for the sake of my colleagues who don’t know where they are, I have to deal with this situation somehow before I get tired of waiting and fall under her attack…
“Damn…”
Just waiting like this won’t open the road.
Opportunities do not come to those who blindly wait. It comes to those who move and act directly.
Didn’t the old saying say that in order to pick up coins, at least you had to walk while looking down? If you just lie still at home, there is no way you will find luck picking up coins from the street.
In the end, waiting like this is not the answer. In the end, it’s only the lesser evil, not the worst. And as a warrior, shouldn’t the ‘best result’ be given priority above all else?
Luke reminded himself of what he could do now. He can bestow the power of light on those he comes into contact with, and through it heal wounds or strengthen his body. The recently acquired power of ‘Purification’ is the ability to restore the state of the body by using the power of light to remove negative effects applied to oneself. However, since this fog was not aimed at a single human being, it was a magic that was used over the entire western street of the city, so it cannot be removed by purification…
…No, maybe not.
Light and darkness oppose each other. It is a deadly force for each other. But if you do it well, you can make your way through this fog. Luke realized that.
‘Smoke witch’ said. This large-scale magic performed by the ‘Witch of the Mist’ is obviously strange. The benefits of sending a target within range to a desired location or being able to cast magic directly on that target are certainly attractive, but the amount of magical power poured out for it is so abnormal that even a magic tower would not be able to use such magic. That it would
‘The Witch of the Mist’ said. From the magic that Baron Ragnar Armageddon used to destroy the Mage Tower to this magical fog that covered this street. All the magic the man uses were created by her.
At first, I thought this magic was the magic of the ‘Witch of the Mist’. No wonder. The ‘Smoke Witch’ said that, and the ‘Mist Witch’ also said she made it.
However, it was never said that this magic was maintained by the ‘Witch of the Mist’.
If you think about it, it’s a simple thing. There is no way that the ‘Witch of the Mist’ who was exiled from the Mage Tower for lack of magic could use this kind of magic, which the wizards of the Mage Tower use for a year every day.
So, the conclusion is simple.
This magic was created by the ‘Witch of the Mist’, but the person who maintains it now is not her, but ‘Baron Ragna Armageddon’.
The ‘destroyer’ destroyed anything, the ‘madman’ twisted reason, and the ‘tyrant’ ruled everything.
And the ‘Black Army’… Developed its strength with infinite resources.
Infinite resources, that is, endless magical power. Ominous magic that wells up to the point that it will never run out no matter how much you use it over and over again.
However, that power is the power of darkness that comes from the fragments of chaos he possesses. And… To confront that power of darkness, he received the divine power of light from the goddess Luke possessed, the divine power.
“…Yes.”
Luke straightened his sword. It was no longer necessary to aim beyond the invisible black mist. Now you don’t have to aim in the wrong place. In order to save his scattered comrades and to slash the evil that deserved to be defeated, Luke took all his heart.
“Goddess Luminous, give me strength…!”
In response to his prayers, his body began to fill with vast divine power.
“Light!!”
Luke realized. Where the point of his sword should be aimed…!
“Remove the darkness!!”
A confused look is felt in the black fog. Luke drew the power of light with the tip of his sword pointing towards the sky. When the power of light gathered by the long, sharp sword eventually became bright enough to be seen even in the black fog, Luke released the restraining power that bound the light. Before the assailant jumped out of the fog and swung his claws, the light gathered in the sword made of the divine beast’s horn began to spread in all directions.
The liberated light, a dazzling flash burst out, and a pillar of light that would not be strange to call it a feat of a god was erected, and the holy power gradually cleared away the ominous black fog.
*
The capital of the kingdom of Elheim, El Harda.
A confrontation between two witches that took advantage of the recent weakening of public security. As a result, it is safe to say that the western streets of El Harda were completely cut off from the outside world, being swallowed up by the ‘Wandering Fog’, a huge magic created by the ‘Witch of the Mist’.
The magic engineering biological golems sent by Cigarete Tabacona, the ‘smoke witch’, are designed to move even in the witch’s fog with a circuit that moves in response to her magic patterns and a function to move by absorbing the surrounding magic, but each time a magical blade hidden in the fog It was severed and ruined, and Cigarette always glared at that infernal fog, waiting for the day it would clear. Even though she knew it was impossible, as the fog did not occur naturally, she always wanted it. The moment the damn fog clears…
And surprisingly, her wish that would never come true has now come true.
A pillar of light that bloomed through the thick fog. And with that warm and dazzling light, the fog that seemed to never clear was slowly dissolving and beginning to disappear. Seeing that, Cigarette couldn’t help her laugh.
“..Haha! Surely he was a self-proclaimed hero? Maybe I should revise my impression of him a little? I wasn’t expecting too much… I never thought I’d hit the jackpot like this!”
Cigarette put the pipe in her mouth, and immediately exhaled the smoke containing her magical power. And in response to her magic pattern, she raised her head in unison as the grotesque creatures lined up behind her with their heads bowed as if dead.
“Move, my lovely creations! The destination is… Mystrina, the ‘Witch of the Mist’, the damn bitch’s mansion!”
With that cry as a signal, hundreds of mechanical devices, strangely mixed with red flesh, began to run through the streets, spewing gray smoke and white steam from their bodies. Absorbing the remaining magical power left in the dispersing magic fog, running through the streets west of El Harda was a nightmarish scene close to hell from the point of view of ordinary people, but to her eyes, it was so flat that it was difficult to tell whether it was from the front or from the back. It was a heart-warming sight.
