Chapter 797 – Kanesh (5)
─Hook!
The figure of the enemy with the sword raised has disappeared from the world.
“… Fuck!!”
It was not difficult to understand because it was in the same context as the counterattack I was preparing.
‘Hidden! Until right before they hit me!’
Is it invisible magic? Did you hide in the dimensional rift? I’m not sure, but one thing is certain.
My dimensional escape plan is a failure.
‘I can’t analyze it with Odin’s eyes! Is it authority!’
Stealth power. If that’s all it is, it’s a minor ability.
But look at the case of Adelia. Powers that seem insignificant at first glance are the most threatening. The power that ends with mere stealth is the power of a master class? Do your best even if you do.
‘Can I avoid the dimension jump too?’
Can not be done. If it’s stealth, I’ll wait until I come out, and if it’s hiding in the gap of the dimension, it’ll be a form of sticking together.
I can imagine the power of that sword. In my estimation, it should have been at the level of Odelia’s climax. If you remove the thin rock and stick to it from the front, the defeat is thick.
The lightning will evade, the storm will cut.
The back of your neck is stiff. The goosebumps and the premonition of death made me feel desperate in a way that no matter how much I squeezed my head, I couldn’t overcome it.
When the magic was completed without any other choice.
One piece of crushed ice crumbled heavily. What looked like a corpse of a bird in it poured out and gave off a disgusting stench.
– Creepy.
And right after that, my neck was snipped off.
Twin swords that flew simultaneously from both sides. Hit the neck, cut off the head starting from the nose, and cut it again. My head, severed like a plaster cross section, fell to the ground like a broken pomegranate.
──The senses return to reality.
“What?!”
I reflexively grabbed my neck, and just then.
Kung-!!
One piece of crushed ice crumbled heavily.
In the same shape as the one I just saw.
I saw——the same shape as the future that predicted my death!
“… Eww!!”
An incomprehensible scream rose from his throat. I screamed like a dying man.
“It’s the fog of the battlefield, you bastard!!!”
Fuhuaaaaa-!!!
The camouflage hidden magic, Mamamoo, was developed while blowing dense steam at 360 degrees. Vapor containing mana prevents detection through inspiration.
‘Back!!’
The blade is sharp. But the knife that cut my throat came out right behind me.
And even if I’m lagging behind my opponent, I’m not the one who’s going to get hit by an obvious attack.
“【ᚱ(Raidō)】!!!”
An attack that I would never be able to avoid with my abilities, which I learned while fighting.
I sensed it, and at the same time leaped through dimensions and shifted its location.
I could feel Rahan’s astonishment. Even though it wasn’t my strength, I exceeded the expectations of the master class with this attack.
─Booooong!!!
The twin swords that could have pierced my defenses and cut my throat cut through the air.
Leaning down, I fired a storm that I gathered in one hand.
“Ra Seon-hwan overall——!!!”
─Kuguaaaaa!!!! The wind exploded and the storm hit Rahan right after the attack.
“Haaaaa!!!!”
However, even if the idea is an idiot, this guy is also a master class. Despite the moment when his own predictions, which he should never have missed, went awry, Rahan cut my storm in two.
An astonishing ability to penetrate the future foreknowledge.
“The neck is empty.”
But that was the development I had hoped for.
Right after the attack that drew mana missed, I blocked the Absolute Sky Zone season. Even if the master class baby pops out, it’s my turn now.
With all my might, I drew Brünak with the letter 一.
【Gertur Putarch】・ᚢ(Ūruz)
The spearmanship, which expressed the true meaning of the rune, extended like a flash and struck his neck.
Clean hand taste. Rahan’s head was cut off and he spun three times in the air.
Whirliriririk—!
Tuk-du-du-duduk…
The severed neck rolled beside my right foot.
“… Whoops, whoops, whoops… “
After slicing Rahan’s neck, I collapsed and gasped for breath unlike a master. I felt like I had just finished a marathon as a patient who had just woken up from a sick bed.
I inadvertently touched the nape of my neck.
Stuck
The neck was cut and the head was not cut in half.
‘… Did you foresee the future again?’
I groaned as I loosened the tight collar.
A future foretelling of my doom. I was saved by that power again.
“… In the end, it will be like this.”
Even though I won, I didn’t feel like I won at all. It seems to have a bitter taste on the tip of the tongue.
Against the master class that unfolded the authority, I also borrowed the power of the authority and overcame it.
It is not a victory achieved by my own strength.
This victory was won by the original owner of the Eye of Odin. It was like I was given a piggyback on his back.
Even if it was a defeat, it wasn’t wrong. It’s not like the original owner showed me the future in time, but it’s as if someone else won.
‘… Damn.’
Chimi wiped her lips at her annoyance and confinement.
Odelia’s territory is border. It is an area with many ancient civilizations that interacted with Erinn.
There must have been many martial arts textbooks from relics, records, and noble families.
There are many of her, and she gets one of her many textbooks, and she gives it to someone else because she thinks she doesn’t need it. Probability is that anything is possible.
‘But it’s supposed to happen in a way that I can taste the skills of the guy I’m fighting?’
I, who fought Rahan and Ernst, experienced the technique just a few days ago?
This is not something that can be defined in terms of luck.
I was destined not to fall behind here, so I wonder if I was swept away by the flow that went along with it.
Is it a good thing? Not at all.
The tricks of fate are accompanied by unpleasantness. The bitch who is the goddess of victory – except for us and her wives – never smiles. Even if I am the one who benefits.
You don’t know when this unequal luck will show its teeth to me in the form of unhappiness.
Just like when the gods, including Odin, perished.
… Just.
At this time, I should have enjoyed the victory more like a macho rather than thinking about such later events.
─Pu-wook.
If I had done that, I might not have had to watch the headless corpse get up and stab my heart with a knife.
“… Big, black…”
Looking at the pair of twin swords protruding from my chest, I coughed up a bowl of blood.
“Did you instinctively avoid the body? Damn it.”
The detached Rahan’s throat clicked.
The knife was pulled out. I tried to escape further, but my body wouldn’t listen. He said that he regretted that the head that fell on me staggered and damaged the booty.
“… I felt the activation of authority. I didn’t want to injure myself that much.”
Fuck Amy. I just muttered in my mouth.
“Damn it, bastard… Your throat was cut, are you okay?”
“It happened because I cut people’s throats a lot.”
He said something that wasn’t even funny and grabbed his neck.
That bastard’s neck wasn’t attached to it from the beginning.
It was a fucking mistake. I wasn’t in a hurry to choose a place to attack, but at least I shouldn’t have been careless after that. It was a mistake to aim for the neck since he was relatively vulnerable.
It’s like losing a lucky win.
– Coke. I felt the blood filling my lungs and coughed up blood.
“Thubeol, ant-crazy bastard… “
Why was Rahan’s head cut off in the first place?
It was a question that didn’t even have to be asked. You just need to reflect on this kid’s purpose.
“Did you ‘test’ it with your own body… ?”
“Exam? It’s an unfair sound.”
Rahan glued his fallen head to the cross section.
From the first time I saw him, the neck, which had been pouring strange mana all the time, stuck like that from the beginning. I’ll pretend it’s harder than putting a lego head on.
Rahan, who tapped his neck to confirm the connection, spoke.
“The master class is a being that has achieved its own seat of power. A strong man who can pretend to be a god. Then, of course, first of all, shouldn’t this neck be cut off?”
“You said you cut your own neck to see if Henir’s neck sticks to your torso… ?”
With no guarantee that the severed neck will be reattached?
Being a master among masters wielding swordsmanship like that and possessing the power of a god, doesn’t that mean he didn’t care if he died for the sake of those he served?
“I didn’t go around killing people without that level of determination.”
It was bullshit again, but it was worth it.
Isn’t it a madman’s life to cut off someone’s head and offer it to Henir?
You might want to think about what it would be like to try out compatibility with your own body.
‘Yeah, ill… Of course I had to consider… ‘
The idea is crazy, but the logic is based on reason. If it was an elite forager, it should have been expected.
I held onto my chest, which made it difficult to breathe.
Henir’s body was so similar that I synchronized it in my dream. The swordsmanship Rahan used was also easy to use. They were all clues to the same answer.
The body suitable for Henir, Rahan’s body, and mine are similar.
Wasn’t it like that in the first place? If there was no really suitable body, how could Henir walk on her own feet when she rescued Yerna?
If there was a suitable body, why was it not being used now?
That’s because the original owner of that body is Henir’s partner.
Because he was the one who had to return.
“My body is an object that I have already given back to the god-kun once.”
Rahan, who had been put on his neck, said while fixing his sword.
Henir, at the time he saved Yerna, was using the body he had dedicated.
And he said that now he is looking for a body that fits Henir as well as he is, and is killing it again and again.
“… You must have been the founding contributor to Gulag, which was left behind by mothers.”
─Cool.
I fell to my knees vomiting blood.
