Chapter 200 – 200 – Everything That Happened That Day (1)
It wasn’t just one person who faced their own death that day.
Ragnaroka had never imagined a physical threat of this scale. Even her two great lords, whom she personally brought down, were not these powerful opponents.
The black flames spewed out by Angrakam even split the flow of the sea. Even though she only brushed against him, Ragnar Roka, whose wings were torn, barely managed to maintain his balance with his remaining seven wings.
But Angrakam had already disappeared from sight. Embarrassed, Rod expanded his senses. And then she noticed that it was approaching, hiding behind a cloud. A little later than necessary.
Rod, bitten on the side of his neck, was crushed by his opponent’s claws and thrown into the sea. I was very fortunate that I didn’t give up my carotid artery.
Rod could smell the blood of his compatriots, which had not been erased even after a thousand years. Before his teeth even touched the leather.
[It looks like you’re not used to fighting dragons, kid!]
It’s natural. It may have been the past era of barbarism and confusion, but today no dragon can be accustomed to fighting dragons.
In the era of peace created by Ragnaroka himself, there was no room for a dragon that enjoyed killing its own people.
However, there were aspects of the opponent’s strength that were difficult to explain through actual combat experience.
Rod quickly breathed fire and pushed the guy away. And he tried to leap out of the water again.
[That’s what Gunther Waldenhardt, who resurrected me, said. Among the dragons, there was born a person with the aptitude for being a ‘hero’ like the one who defeated me, but you defeated that person with your own strength!]
However, Angrakam flew back quickly and stepped on Rod’s back. Rod, who drank a lot of salt water, let out a breath full of pain.
Black flames engulfed the rod. Rod fled underwater with his eyes tightly closed. A laugh rang out from the sky.
[I was really looking forward to a good fight, but is this it? You are no better than Lejandartam, who ran away looking for help from small things!]
1 Rezan Dartam, the Great Lord, was a skilled forgesmith and a good ruler, but he was not a great warrior. That is why, in his later years, his throne was usurped by the 2 Great Lords, who were worthy of Hero.
There was a time when dragons reigned as absolute terror. Perhaps that era may have continued until now, erasing the history of all remaining races.
If only the eggs laid by Rezandartam’s wife, which had been buried underground and cooled, had not been accidentally discovered by a human adventurer.
Rod gritted his teeth as he recalled the warmth of his husband beyond the glare. And he widened his eyes as if he had an idea.
Rod flew up into the sky again, hitting the surface of the water with his huge body, and began flying quickly while staying close to the surface.
Angrakam let out a roaring laugh and chased after him.
[I’ll tell you a secret. Gunther Waldenhardt imbued my soul with the aptitude for being a ‘warrior’!]
This is unwelcome news. This means that Edin is dozens of times stronger than the incompetent Angrakam he faced at the time.
[I see the world several times more clearly, and my body feels dozens of times lighter! But what did you say about your aptitude? Gardener?]
Differences in combat power resulting from aptitude are also valid among dragons. Most dragons that have trained their entire lives cannot defeat a Hero aptitude dragon that maintains a healthy diet.
The only creatures that did not meet the standard were Ragnarokana and Nidroga, which were born monsters. It was like that until today.
Rod didn’t look at the fire. If you see and avoid, it will be too late.
Instead, whenever the brilliance of black flames shimmered on the surface of the water, it simply performed bizarre acrobatics made possible by its many wings.
However, the shock could not be ignored. Each time the wing, mangled by heat energy, was gradually torn apart, Rod revised his assessment of his opponent.
Perhaps, unlike in ancient times, we may be able to respond in modern times when there are many warriors. No, it might cause millions of deaths. No, he may single-handedly destroy the Armatam Empire and destabilize the world…
It has to be stopped here. There is no other way. Rod, throwing away his pride, accelerated his flight.
Angrakam chased after him, shouting with joy. He never dreamed that he was being lured to a distant sea.
[I don’t know how a bastard like you, who is so good at running away, defeated Uncaragon, who inherited my blood!]
Was he, after all, blood related to the second Lord? Lord sensed a familiar color of arrogance in Angrakam’s light source.
That arrogance led Angra Kam to the same end as his child. Rod suddenly folded his wings and turned vertically.
Rod’s wings were wide even for his weight class. Therefore, Angrakam momentarily missed the water shadow that leapt from below.
And his whole body screamed in pain.
[Eostre, Skate.]
Anggra Kam only realized his situation when his two front legs and wings were cut off.
[Hold on tightly.]
Two water dragons with gills and webs were embracing him. As it rose vertically, it filled its mouth with the bones and flesh of Angrakam that had been removed.
Anggra Kam tried to free himself by twisting his collapsed body. Since his already torn body was reassembled and came back to life, he would be able to recover at least his wings and limbs if he escaped.
However, the two water dragons spewed out thread-like slime like water spiders and covered Angrakam. Angra Kam, with his eyes covered and unable to move, tried to spit fire in any direction in a last-ditch effort.
“Fire pepper bullets-!”
At that moment, Captain Tomko’s shout rang out.
Angrakam, who was born before the age of maritime trade, did not know what pepper was. And soon I felt its power through my entire respiratory system.
Lord, who was concerned about the monsters of the world temple escaping beyond the coastline, summoned the strongest fleet she knew, along with her relatives who were familiar with the battles of the sea.
Aleister Tomko didn’t need an entire fleet, or even a flagship, to block Angrakam’s muzzle. Tomko, who personally guided several speedboats and got into the middle of the dragons’ dance, laughed at the screams of the old legend and personally smashed the evil dragon’s nostrils.
The black flame exploded from inside due to repeated sneezing, tearing Angrakam’s internal organs. Angra Kam, who was suffering like crazy and vomiting blood, suddenly felt a strange premonition and folded his scales.
The wind direction was changing everywhere. It seemed as if they were converging into one point.
[···What is it?]
[Did you ask how I tore Uncaragon to death?]
Rod said in a suppressed voice. While the two water dragons and Tomko are buying time, they are holding on to the power they have gathered and compressed.
Eostre and Skate widened their eyes. Captain Tomko, who had thought about it and ordered all the speedboats to retreat, sympathized with Angrakam, who was in a position where he could not see anything.
[This is how it was done.]
[Sleep-]
Urgent requests were ignored. A white ray of heat passed through Angrakam from bottom to top. The ancient disaster couldn’t even scream and poured out black blood.
The two water dragons holding on to the fish were frightened and retreated from the intense steam rising from the neatly cut piece of meat.
Tomko, who witnessed disaster killing disaster, could not even think.
Even when three women climbed up, holding on to the railing of the speedboat, he could only stare at the torn pieces of Angrakam meat floating around.
“I’m rusty, my Ragnaroka sister.”
“Even if it was one-on-one, I would have won.”
“Who said I wasn’t? I’ve had three prides since I was young.”
“But it’s true. You were so cool! So, you keep your promise?”
“···Skate, is it so important who you can sleep with right now? I already said I would ask for a favor.”
Scott, who was stopped from spreading the candy, looked downcast. Ragna Roka sighed and coughed slightly at Tomko.
When Tomko realized the existence of the three women, he realized his mistake. And he gave orders to his subordinates.
I was immediately provided with warm tea and a towel to wipe my body. Rod, who was taking a deep breath, silently rejected it and said.
“It’s because my wing is injured. Can you drive the boat and send me back?”
“You mean the Amethyst Palace you left a little while ago?”
“Yes. As soon as possible.”
Tomko immediately grabbed his helm. A speedboat cut through the water.
Meanwhile, Lord’s eyes were fixed on the Amethyst Palace. It was because a flash of unusual size was spreading within it.
“I think we need to intervene before it’s too late. The ancient wizard Evenna is alive. She is our enemy.”
“···Yes?”
An astonished Tomko almost lost sight of his height. Meanwhile, Skate stood up with a motivated attitude.
“We have to go as fast as possible, right?”
“Yes.”
“You said that already!”
Skate jumped into the sea without her mother Eostre trying to stop her. She seemed to be very motivated about something she had been promised by Rod.
Soon, the head of a huge water dragon lifted the speedboat they were on. Tomko, who had a clear premonition of what was to come, ordered all the sailors to grab onto something with a shout that was almost like a scream.
Fortunately, no sailors fell into the sea until the bow reached the shore.
The depth of water on Rod’s face did not ease.
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Nenya had never fought to the death against an archmage like her.
I’ve never even encountered an archmage who went crazy with anger. Mental pain greatly increases mana output. Therefore, when her user loses their reason, her magic turns into violence that devastates the surrounding area.
Considering what Elan’s ruined servants had done to Evenna and her son, it was a miracle that something like this had not happened until now. The explosive coldness resulting from the loss and pain so far was about to overtake the Amethyst Palace.
It was only thanks to Nenya’s bio-barrier magic that everyone else had not yet frozen to death. And I was increasingly pushed to my limits.
Even if every cell of the Amethyst Palace tree is altered and used, it is impossible to imprison Evenna forever.
In the first place, she never thought she could beat Evenna.
“Evenna, please!”
That’s why Nenya tried to talk. It relies on the slightest possibility.
A soulless tool does not get angry. Then, isn’t that runaway due to Evenna’s reason returning for some reason?
Could it be that a tiny bit of personality that even the Demon King has not yet been able to erase has somehow been hidden inside that body?
If so, the tragedy of teachers and students falling in love with each other may not occur.
“Do you recognize me? I’m your student! I’m Ebenenyar! Furthermore, I’m Nenya, the one you used to love and say I resemble a spring flower!”
“It’s a spring flower. It’s better than a dog.”
I heard Lennie’s sarcasm. Nenya didn’t complain, saying it was the right time.
Leni, who got up with an injured body, was supporting Nenya, who was trembling and was pushed away. If Leni hadn’t helped her balance, Nenya would have collapsed and lost her balance a long time ago.
The attempt at dialogue was successful. In the ever-tightening prison of tree roots, Ivenna quietly raised her head.
‘Do it.’
‘Yes?’
An unspoken conversation takes place. This is the type of conversation that only a wizard can have. Lennie couldn’t tell what was being said.
Through Nenya’s unconscious muttering, I was only able to keep up with the flow a little.
“… That’s right. It’s absurd to say that I can’t beat you… Even a child can kill an adult with proper preparation.”
“Oh, thank goodness. Can you kill that thing?”
“But I can’t kill you. You… Our people of Elan… Or at least I can’t kill you…”
“Ah, damn it. Yes!”
“She was my idol, my teacher, and my aunt.”
Leni resisted the urge to hit Nenya on the back of the head. I resisted the urge to cry out that we were both going to die after acting like such affectionate brats.
Of the memories that make up Nenya’s soul, the years that include Leni are only a small part. There was a relationship that lasted hundreds of years before Lennie was born, and there will be a relationship that lasts hundreds of years even after Lennie disappears.
If she forced Nenya to understand herself, she had to try to understand Nenya herself.
That unbridgeable gap was always painful. Lennie bit his lip, choking back tears.
Isn’t it unfair? If I had been born as a fairy, then I could have been a big stain on you.
But on the other hand, Ibenna pointed at Leni with her hands stained with her son’s blood.
Nenya looked back at her lover. Her eyes were closed from the pain and bleeding, and her arms, which had been placed under her shoulder blades to support her neck, were freezing.
Leni, who looked like she was on the verge of fainting, smiled faintly as if to reassure her.
“Don’t worry. Even if I die, I will die standing up.”
“Don’t say it, Lennie.”
“If I throw you away and run away… That wouldn’t be very puppy-like.”
Even as her breathing was hit by a painful wind, Leni adjusted her posture and supported Neña more firmly.
Nenya let out her white breath. The surge of mana seemed to have already left Evenna’s hands. If she is left alone, she will freeze everything in the palace, including herself and her elan.
“… Isn’t there something more precious than the memories we have had so far?”
The moment when, with her help, she held the sphere of magic at her fingertips for the first time. The moment we drank her first dew in tea at dawn together. The moment I quietly listened to her sorrow about her son flowing through her torn heart.
Hundreds of years of memories passed by like a single moment. The moment her compressed weight hit her chest, Nenya felt her heart stop.
Over the years of elf friendship, mountains become plains and ditches become valleys. When asked if there was anything more precious to her in those deep years, she was so sublime that she did not dare to answer.
But Nenya nodded her head.
“···There is.”
Leni clumsily opened her unopened eyes. Nya was looking at her Lenny, smiling with her tears in her eyes.
“Leni Astala, I kill a part of myself today.”
“Yes…?”
“Because the memories I will make with you in the future are even more precious.”
The grassroots guardian raised his staff. And she stopped casting the magic she had been casting in an instant.
However, Evenna’s wails that would freeze the world could not escape from the prison.
A strangely shaped wooden window grew from the ceiling and took shape. If those who were skilled in magic were still in the hall, they would have recognized that the curved decoration represented the magic sealing technique.
Evenna, who was embracing Danar, smiled faintly, as if she had a premonition of the end.
Nenya, who sensed a clear sense of self-consciousness in her teacher, unexpectedly felt grateful for the guidance of this spiteful fate.
Because I was finally able to say goodbye to my teacher who disappeared without a message.
“Thank you, Master!”
The spear fell. Evenna’s magic has been sealed.
Edin’s screams rang out as he tried to approach and defeat the devil’s figure.
