Chapter 193 – 193 – Return of the Times
However, it seems difficult for Eshen to keep his words immediately.
There are too many fragments of the Demon King. Even the weakest individual is comparable to the Tigris elders who have trained their entire lives, so even one special player can fight two of them.
In addition, there is even an aptitude confiscation device. When the mainspring returns to its original position in less than 30 seconds, Edin’s heart shines and steals someone’s aptitude.
Nenya’s magic crackles and goes out. Isilun’s hand holding the warrior’s sword is burning. Her healing flash goes out and the sister’s complexion darkens.
But don’t give up.
Even if aptitude, a gift from the gods, is taken away, skill remains. The skills honed in the firing line are ours alone.
Eshen, who was deprived of his aptitude for the second time, dodged the fist while weeping and suddenly lowered his body and fell down.
At the moment when Garam was taken aback by Garam’s leap to protect her older sister, Eshen fell forward, holding on to both legs of the Demon King’s fragment.
The jutsu she trained to defeat her mother slams the back of the Demon King’s head into the ground. The moment Garam, spinning gracefully in the air, lands, the Demon King’s head rolls in the place where the warrior’s sword, which spun along with it, passed by.
Sister bumps her fists. And then runs away again.
Morgan, who prided himself on being able to fit the rope even in a storm, breaks through a gap like a needle hole and pierces the eyeball of the fragment aimed at Florica’s back. The next fragment you look around in confusion becomes the next target.
The fragment that came close and attempted to stop it had its fingers mercilessly cut off by the dagger drawn by Morgan, an expert in swordsmanship. The daughter of Aleister Tomko, infamous for sinking dozens of ships in amphibious assaults, was indeed a natural fighter and murderer.
Villena, wearing her binoculars, wields a fearsome invention made in her alcove. She let out a laugh that was more menacing than a weapon. The name of that weapon seen in the city of the pantheon is ‘Idiot Purifier’. The glass bottles and pipes were clumsily intertwined, almost like a laboratory table, but it appears that great progress has been made in development.
The pipes were plated, and the glass was hidden in a metal exterior, which was not only neat, but it also sent three demon lords to the goal with a single spray. As the large group screamed and rolled on the ground, the poor prisoners screamed and ran away.
The output changes, so you can swing even if the blow doesn’t work. Even if burns cover his arms, he doesn’t stop striking.
So, he held out until the elf forest guard and other companions came to his aid, and as soon as he had time, he poured a special aptitude recovery potion into his mouth.
And then march again. Protecting a hurried man wearing a cloak, steadily taking one step every five seconds.
Even though it was the same party, we ended up meeting at the party. Many members have recently joined.
However, their breathing is fluid, like those who fought together decades ago. Florica’s sword strikes over Garam’s shoulder. Nenya’s vine thorn baptism that sweeps Isilun’s back.
The comrades who have pledged to devote themselves to adventure are spending themselves generously to protect each other against injustice. Whether it is an aptitude that is an innate talent or a honed skill.
He gives generously the gifts given in his life. So we dare to face the storms of the world.
Their appearance dancing like fire is so sublime that it is even beautiful.
I almost want to shout at Mithra, whose face is distorted. What does a special party taste like? Even mortals are pretty good, right?
The light appears in a battle that was overly burdensome, and the guys fall one by one. The demon kings, whose numbers have been reduced by half, grit their teeth and retreat. It’s really refreshing to see people with similar faces showing the same indignation.
And the ‘guardians of the royal capital’ filled the place. The party members, who had become accustomed to Edin’s violent and merciless attacks, bit their lips in embarrassment as the emotionless elves trotted towards them.
“Mountain after mountain. These kids have blurry eyes, so it’s hard to read their intentions!”
“Even if you go to Nidro, a physical top tier, the crystal arrow that pierces through it is also difficult.”
“It’s one tool, actually.”
Eshen wiped his nosebleed and looked around.
“More than that, where is ‘that woman’?”
“Who?”
“Why. That old lady who doesn’t know whether she was straddling the world and ruining the world, or whether she was bereaved after finding love late in life. There’s no way to know until we hear her explanation-“
The author of the story was floating in the air and suddenly landed as if answering a call.
Right in front of Eshen. With the cane pointed forward. Eshen, who made eye contact with Grassroots Guardian Evenna, sighed.
“Oh, damn it.”
At that moment, the floor breaks. Her arms rose up, crunching through the hard wood and tiles, and grabbed Evenna’s ankles like a snake.
A smile appeared on Eshen’s face.
“I almost lost my liver!”
Even I urgently aimed her staff downward. But her merciless grip shook Evenna’s balance and caused her to fall.
And she began dragging the fallen archmage across her floor. It looks like a killer whale catching a seal. It’s like a child dragging a doll on the ground and breaking it while running.
The limbs of the ancient elf crashed and fluttered all over the place.
“Mother!”
Danar, shocked by the unexpected sight, screams. Then, I don’t know where the power came from, but he pulled Gunter out of the aptitude seizure device and directly adjusted the machine to send out light.
Was it a hit? The gunman, who had used severe violence against Evenna from beyond the floor and wall, fell the moment he reached the ceiling and landed on the floor of the hall.
Guards rush in to save the hero of elf society. Skisnir’s forest keeper, who was helping our party fight, quickly stopped them.
An armed conflict broke out between compatriots, but the outcome of the fight became dull before anyone’s blood was shed. Both sides put away their weapons and retreated, flinching.
The moment the dust settled, the Dragon Lord raised his head.
Ragna Loka twitched her lips and smiled. She exudes an incredible sense of intimidation just by looking at the human form.
While pulling out her hair, she gave an urgent order to the guards.
“You stole my aptitude. Strike! I’m telling you to save your mother!”
“Well, I don’t know how much it would mean. Me and my daughter…”
Rod, who was holding on to Evenna’s broken arm, mercilessly broke the bone.
Instead of Evenna, who seemed to be unaware that her body had been crushed, Danar screamed as loudly as she could.
“Because I am apt for gardening.”
In other words, a Lord’s strength does not come from aptitude. Even without a gift from the gods, a dragon is a monster.
At that moment, Mithra’s guards put down their weapons and tried to run out of the hall, screaming.
Wouldn’t it be great if they fought back, but where on earth are they trying to run away after betraying the sun god who appeared in our world? But I understand.
Elves live long. So, there were probably quite a few people that year who heard the shocking news of a city turned into glass.
If Mithra was the fear of the unknown, Ragnaroka was a clear prospect.
“Go into gardening. You have the aptitude for being welcomed by the people of Greater Elan with open arms.”
However, the fear of the unknown did not seem to fear the fear of reality. Mithra clucks like a king with her girl’s mouth.
A laugh with a clear expression of displeasure. On the other hand, I feel uneasy because I feel somewhat triumphant. He pointed outside.
“I guess I can help rebuild the forest that guy will destroy.”
Who? I look back to where my finger is pointing, but there is only a wall over there.
There are shadows writhing beyond the wall, though…?
“Evil dragon… Angrakam…?”
Rod’s bewildered muttering.
Where have I heard that before? Oh, were you traveling through time?
A crazy dragon from that old era that even exhausted the party members of Edin who defeated the Demon God… Damn it.
The moment those words made me cry, Evenna cast magic on the hand that was not broken. The moment I was shocked and about to warn Rod, something happened.
Rod, whose eyes were wide and distracted by the presence beyond the wall, was blown away by Evenna’s explosive magic and crashed into the wall.
The walls of the Amethyst Palace collapsed as easily as a lie. And what was visible beyond the collapsing wood and decorations was a dragon of a size comparable to the Lord’s body.
The mouth, which was as big as two mountains stacked on top of each other, chewed the entire rod.
And at the moment Nidroga swallowed his screams, Rod also revealed his true form and tore open the bastard’s mouth and jumped out. The hall became dark, covered in the shadows of the two giant dragons.
However, even with blood pouring out of its tattered maw, the corpse dragon rushes forward as if it is no big deal. Rod, whose skin had been torn several times by her claws, bit his opponent’s neck and violently swung his eight wings.
Rod leapt with all his might and disappeared beyond the sky, taking him with him. It was a while later that the ground shaking stopped. Only when the glass, which had been shaking slightly, fell, did I barely breathe again.
While the party members were mesmerized by the terrifying scale, Evenna grabbed her staff with one arm and struck the ground.
A block of ice resembling handcuffs and chains grew in an instant and became tightly entangled with the bodies of the party members. Evennaga swung her staff once more at Eshen, who fiercely resisted and poured out her curses.
Eshen was furious after receiving a muzzle made of ice as a gift. And as she looked at Mithra, who strutted down from her place of honor, she became angry once more.
“I can sense the intervention of the rest of the gods. Aren’t they throwing hastily honed aptitudes at you towards the passage between the material world and the spiritual world opened by those who are in touch with the will of the gods? It’s very unpleasant.”
Mythra tilted her head and placed her hand in Eshen’s arms. And I took the last bottle of aptitude recovery medicine from him.
She protested, but Mithra mercilessly threw it to the ground and broke it. And she stepped on it, step by step, as if it were something dirty.
“But there is something more unpleasant: the way the medium of passage was created. How dare you bring evidence of confusion and fornication into my abode?”
“You win.”
“You win.”
“Quiet.”
Mitra said grumblingly. She then suddenly changed her tone and added, her eyes shaking.
“Why don’t you come… You’re in danger too
···.”
···Tena?
Mithra shook her head a few times after hearing her sad voice. And she bared her teeth and said,
“You shouldn’t have come here. You shouldn’t have challenged me. ‘Hubris’. Arrogance against God. The corruption in the world is so deep that you don’t even know your own worth, so you end up embracing self-destruction as hard as you can. Bewitched by the bonfire, it’s the wrong time. Like a moth that has turned its head to the fire and the sun. But just as the bonfire is not the moth’s fault, it is not your fault that it grew in the soil of this fair world.”
Mithra, who was pretending to be generous, spread her arms.
“I’ll give you a chance.”
“What opportunity?”
“The world that I will re-create properly is a world where laws stand. It is a world where tomorrow can only be seen if we abandon hatred and unite, and it is also a world where such virtues are properly rewarded.”
“What kind of world is that?”
“A world where fear of death is rampant. A world of wandering and overcoming, established with gloomy darkness and a ray of hope. A world where humans constantly struggle against the darkness that covers their goodness.”
“Well, I don’t think it’s much different from these days.”
“It’s completely different. Evil reigns. All comforts and pleasures sink beneath the surface of destruction. Death and suffering are rampant in the world, even if you strip away until you are exhausted. The kingdom becomes beleaguered and shakes, and gold loses its value. And the belief that all living things are noble will be constantly challenged.”
“Crazy. There wouldn’t be much if I received a reward for being a good person, right?”
“But there is a ray of light in the mortal heart, and that is truly sublime: philanthropy, morality, sacrifice. Such spiritual advancement is the reason why beings who live and die are born. Raised in the light.
Children swear with a sword in front of their parents’ graves.
I will avenge you with this sword of mine. I will save the world from falling into ruin. The child grows up. He embraces the sublime in his mortal life and becomes an ascetic who preaches it through his body. There is nothing more beautiful than a mortal facing trials.”
Strangely, it seemed similar to the thoughts I had a moment ago, so I flinched.
Mithra sat with a grin on her face, making eye contact with Garam, who kept talking about her older sister.
“Edin has become like that. I am willing to provide you with that opportunity as well.”
His idea is creepy. Isn’t that what they mean by torturing us in order to give us a chance to become noble?
Perhaps our world was exactly like that in Edin’s time. Losing family is common, and the ground on which people can stand is limited. Clinging to the warmth of the sun. A world engulfed in dark shadows.
···Just as Mithra intended, who gained power through the service of the people.
“I don’t know what you believe, but I do know that you are bold enough to stand up to God. You, too, have a slice of sublime beauty.”
“Wow, Cha-am is good.”
“It’s a very good thing. It has the will to be of great use in the world that will open in the future.”
Mitra didn’t understand the sarcasm. Taking it at face value somehow resembles TENA.
“So I advise you to give in at this point.”
“···Are you trying to placate us?”
“Yes. All of you, become warriors. Be the light of hope that shines evenly on all who are suffering. Receive the heroic aptitude taken from the worthless, and become a light that leads the rest of the worthless to the path of worth. From now on, I intend to show mercy to the heretic son who first came in the new era.”
“I don’t really want to do it…
“If your child doesn’t want something but needs it, it’s the parents’ duty to give it to them by force. Since you don’t know what you need, I force you to give it to them. You will be thankful in the end.”
Mithra said, smiling happily. She has a lot to laugh about, you idiot.
“You will be able to enjoy humility and laughter in misfortune.”
“What no one asked for was not a gift, but violence. Who would want something so terrible when it’s still hard to make a living?”
At the sound of my voice leaking from under the cloak, Mithra lifted her finger and gave a simple command.
The demon king’s fragments wandered over and trampled on the collar of his cloak. But I continued calmly.
“For example, let’s say I pluck you out of Thena’s cage and throw you in a special prison with the other gods. That prison has very strict and noble rules. ‘The god Mithra would have been hit in the balls with a hammer. When, a meal is provided to the gods.’ It’s dark and cruel.”
“Kill it.”
“When you, whose balls are the size of the soles of your feet, wander back to the back of the cell, the other gods will not forget to say thank you before eating. ‘Even though you were so crazy with your bullshit philosophy and lust for power that you killed An-Anu. I’m a piece of shit, but I’m thankful that I’m making a living now thanks to you.”
“I will change the order. Use the holy spear to melt them to death from the inside. Make them suffer as horribly and as long as possible.”
The fragments of Edin create a holy spear and hold it in hand. And hold it high.
But I just laugh.
“What? Shouldn’t you like it? It contains the noble principle of self-sacrifice, willing to risk absurdity and pain for your people. You should be proud of your fat balls-“
The holy spear is struck. Considering the terrible pain and suffering that comes with being hit by one, it would actually be more reasonable to freak out and keep your mouth shut.
But I am calm. It’s not because I’m strong. I don’t have a strong heart like Karl Brandt, who got beaten up by the duke.
In the first place, the person wearing that cloak is not Tan Bantai.
An old, broken sword blocked the holy spear from coming down. And he even threw the handmade knife away.
The body under the small cloak suddenly swells. The man, who is amazing at imitating his short stature, stands straight and looks around with an eye level comparable to that of the devil’s fragments.
In fact, they are exactly the same as them. It has to be that way. Mithra, who instantly retreated and pulled out a despair trap, aimed the tip of his sword at the man and muttered in shock.
“The lock walked all the way here? Leaving my father’s seal behind?”
“I’m sorry. At first, you said you were a savior, but later you treated me like a chess piece. Now you’re calling me a lock.”
Edin pulled back his cloak. Faded blonde hair poured out like Evenna.
“Is that the correct compensation you are talking about?”
Invasion of myth. Everyone looks at the old protagonist of our world in confusion. It will have to be that way.
However, in the meantime, one guy, Danarman, is quickly looking around. ‘If it’s not the Banthai he rode, where is the Banthai he rode?’
Perhaps ‘Adamantone Sunstorm’, a person who quietly left the fight and mingled with the crowd, knows the answer.
This is Adamantone, who should have gone out of the border with Skirnir’s army and therefore should not be here.
It took some time to create the face pattern. I was used to disguises in one way or another, but I learned how to do it professionally in a Shinyo style relatively recently.
‘If you had a secret plan, why didn’t you come a little earlier? That guy finished his meal!’
‘···Did you really try to poison me?’
‘Well, that’s fine. I fed the elephant enough arsenic venom to put it to sleep, but there was no response. So, is there some way? Aren’t you here because you have a clue to overthrow that unreasonable being?’
While Mithra used her Thena’s mouth to pile up her strawberry cake and eat it, Yeongrak, a priest, created a fantastic makeup using only flour and seasoning ingredients. She was truly an expert in camouflage.
As he dabbed it on my face, Shin asked an urgent question. The elves who were detained by the Protestant agents also looked at us as if they were curious about the answer.
I was fortunate to be able to nod my head confidently. My father-in-law seemed to be internally revising his evaluation of me upward.
Walk without being noticed. Toward the throne.
While transferring the bottle of bright light held tightly in my hand into a syringe.
