Chapter 972 – Till Death Do Us Part (9)
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Victory is decided in an instant.
Everyone, starting with Nefertiti, was convinced that the end of this game would end in a futile moment. She thought as she got into her attack stance.
‘Contrary to what Nord said, we can’t really say we know all the opponent’s skills and weaknesses.’
With Naunet’s mud, Nefertiti observed even techniques that Sigurd had never exposed before and considered the method of destruction.
However, even if he discovered hundreds of deadly attack magics, Sigurd’s skills were endless. Approximately 1 in 100 will have magic that Nefertiti has never seen.
So the Nords revealed the facts and provoked them.
You cannot gamble on the final fight. By any chance, if Sigurd’s confused technique was a technique they didn’t know, it was Nefertiti who would lose more if the fight turned into a protracted battle.
That is why he revealed to Sigurd how important the first move of this fight was.
If Sigurd realizes the truth and plots a long-term battle, the chances of them losing increase, but on the other hand, Sigurd cannot help but hesitate until he shows his skills.
If the technique is destroyed in succession from the beginning of the battle, this time the balance of victory leans towards Nefertiti. Sigurd would not be able to aim for a long-term battle.
The fork in the game depended on each other’s first attack.
‘If it’s short, 1 go. Even if it is long, it ends in 2-3 sums.’
Nefertiti takes the defensive, aiming for a counterattack while charging with all her might.
And her expectations were not far off the mark.
─Bright!
Sigurd used magic. Even in the eyes of a master, the perfect management of mana without any waste was a feat worthy of the name of Odin, the god of magic.
‘Clumsy.’
However, it looked different in the eyes of Nefertiti, who had witnessed Sigurd’s magic 10,000 times.
The time required before activation, the waste and loopholes seen in the structure of the magic formula.
That magic is a newly created technology.
It was natural. In terms of probability, Sigurd’s chance of winning by using his original skill was less than 1%.
For Sigurd, whose knowledge has become useless, the best option is to create magic that the enemy does not know.
“【Future deposition】.”
But the answer is easy to predict. Nord used his authority.
Foreknowledge is meaningless because fate changes every moment with Nefertiti’s intense will. This is why it is impossible to die and kill and return.
However, it does not change until the future one second later.
[Future Accumulation] Is a technique that extends Nord’s perceived time by repeating short-term predictions. Nord opened his eyes as the time he felt stopped flowing slowly.
‘Even if foreknowledge of the future is impossible, my ability to analyze my authority remains the same.’
It was unexpected that the future foresight itself had become powerless, but no matter what technique he performed, he was confident that now, when one second had stretched like 10 minutes, he would finish the analysis and fight back.
Nords take a defensive posture with the intention of destroying them on the spot no matter what technique they use. Sigurd who completes magic. The first move that determined the whereabouts of the fight unfolded.
〈──Pseudo-mythological type: Thor (Eptirleiða: ᚦᚢᚱ)!!!!〉
The first and last thing Sigurd relied on was none other than the throne.
“Prove it!! Show me the future you lead, Wolfheddin!!”
The magic he created ignored the divine throne’s aptitude and extracted the power of the divine throne. The thunder god’s gauntlet covered his arm, and a hammer that looked like a block of lightning fell into his hand.
An output that is different from the
“Kill me and come back to life! Show whether the path you claim will be sufficient as a guide to guide mankind! With your arrogant hypocrisy, overcome the destruction caused by mere humans!!”
Nord half-opened his eyes as he listened to the words and thoughts that passed through the slower time. The weapons of the Thunder God and Sky God possessed by Sigurd shook the heavens and the earth.
“──If you don’t, I’ll kill you right here!!”
The Thunder God’s hammer, which had completely formed, flew.
Mjolnir to Nefertiti. To the Nords of Gungnir.
It was strength and power that did not work through trickery. Nord received the divine punishment of killing humans like flowing water. He threw the spear upward and brandished his empty hand.
Guertur’s counterattack, the 8th Poomsae. A feast that deprives the enemy of attacks when there is no weapon.
It was a particularly difficult skill among spearmanships recognized by the gods, but there was no resistance in Nord’s hands. The rotating arm sent Gungnir away, and after spinning in place twice, it was captured neatly.
The sky god’s spear, which determines fate, is not indispensable if the future is twisted by human will. If even Thor, the god of battle, had seen the spectacle, he would have applauded in admiration.
However, the fact that the Nords did everything they could to capture Gungnir meant that the time to protect Nefertiti was running out.
‘Killed.’
Sigurd, who mobilized all of his magic and strength to throw the god’s weapon, was confident of his victory as he unwaryly used defensive magic.
Mjolnir’s destructive power surpasses that of Gungnir in terms of simple power.
Nefertiti, who is only a human, and even at the level of a master, cannot block or avoid the hammer.
Even Yeji, who had lost her strength due to the strong difference in power, saw through the future image of her body being scattered. Nefertiti was shattered to such an extent that it was impossible to recognize her original form, leaving only her head.
Seeing the future in which he would win, Sigurd suddenly turned a blind eye to Nord with an impulse he himself could not understand.
And, I saw her eyes that were too calm for her wife’s death.
The conclusion was faster than I thought why. Canceling all contemplation, Sigurd realized the future he would see the next moment with that expression alone.
It was because the future his reason predicted seemed more certain than the future he could see right in front of his eyes.
“Eh eh Ee -e ─ !!!!”
Bryunak scattered his raven feathers and disappeared. By sacrificing his materialized body, he temporarily created a gap in the rigid laws of this space.
A gap to use the unfinished Nefertiti technique.
In the air where black feathers fluttered, Nefertiti performed her feast.
Even in the dry desert, lightning strikes and flowers bloom.
The vision of water-colored buds sprouting from her body was clearly witnessed by the two prophets.
The technique unfolded is an obvious whiplash, nothing much better than before.
The season of a master she has honed over half of her life.
Kkwareung-!!!!!
That season destroyed Mjolnir in pieces with a single strike.
Sigurd, holding his breath, watched the whole thing.
The difference in output was obvious. Indeed, the mantis fighting the cart must have been a warrior who risked his life in a fight with a chance to win more than the Nefertiti of a moment ago.
However, the future that has been established before his eyes is completely different from what he expected.
A miracle that defies natural laws and natural consequences.
The name of that authority is 《Dpt-Wnb》.
The power of Nefertiti, named ‘a flower that blooms in the desert’.
Its ability is to blossom and prune the future.
‘Reality manipulation limited to head-to-head matches… ?!’
Sigurd understood the future he wanted from that power as the power to create dreams.
It’s an authority that will surely bring about the future you want in battle, if there’s even a 0.1% chance.
His understanding is correct.
Until this day, Nefertiti saw many powerful enemies and fought them.
Black magicians who forsake humanity and morality and pursue their own desires. An elven elder who unfolded the withered image with a skill comparable to that of authority.
She did not want to be like them, but on the other hand, she was with them, seeing infinite hopes and dreams.
Families who find what they want to do and immerse themselves in it. A friend who pursued future happiness rather than old-fashioned revenge.
People who believe that tomorrow will be happier than today.
In her heart, which seemed like it would not be able to bloom even a single flower, she received the seeds of a beautiful dream that overflowed. She wished that the seeds she received would bloom.
《Paewangsuhwa》 is a power that was born because of that.
A fertile soil in which Nefertiti prunes away all defeating futures and encourages the blossoming of impossibly dim future possibilities.
A heart that dreams of the future that Nord filled a dried up heart.
It was the miraculous power that made that heart come true.
“… Quit.”
However, the price to pay for making your dreams overflowing with desire bloom is high.
The antipode of Gungnir who fixes fate. The power to destroy fate is the ultimate expression of chaos possessed by Nefertiti, a pure human being.
Was it like that? With just one blow, Nefertiti’s power was exhausted.
Even with Brunak’s help, it wasn’t enough to defeat her old nemesis.
There was only the strength left to deliver the final attack. Before the exhausted Nefertiti arrived, Sigurd’s third magic, which had been using defensive magic, was about to be built from scratch.
─ Kwak!!!!!
Until Gungnir was stuck in his chest.
“… Big breath?!”
The arms gathered in front of his chest to capture his magic were pierced by the spear like stuffed insects. Sigurd, whose arm and chest had been sealed by the weapon he had just thrown, vomited out the charred blood.
Quoo… !
“Even if you return the stolen goods now, it’s too late to turn yourself in, you bastard.”
It was Nord who stopped time and analyzed Sigurd’s newly created defense and attack. Just as he threw the spear, he showed his teeth and smiled.
The extracted mana was consumed by burning before being extracted from the soul. Even if he tried to retreat, Nefertiti pursued him as if he was dealing with a technique he already knew.
The first consensus win or loss was decided.
It was because Nord knew that Nefertiti’s technique could not be used multiple times, but would give a decisive blow even if it succeeded only once at a critical moment.
Had Gung Nir, who had the power to fix fate, been thrown against Nefertiti, she would not have enough stamina left to finish her off.
Mjolnir is a powerful but ignorant mass of power.
Therefore, considering the difference in compatibility, if I could see the future, I would have been able to foresee Nefertiti, who would block Gungnir and collapse due to exhaustion.
Maybe after that, he could have escaped and escaped from Nord.
The reason why he didn’t do that——the reason he threw the more trusted weapon at Nord was because Sigurd unconsciously looked down on Nefertiti until the end.
“… Damn.”
Stumbling to his feet, Sigurd gritted his teeth.
He erred his prediction in a fight to the death.
Even knowing that it was one of his wives who changed the future he saw and helped Nord, he did not see the future.
Whether he had the power of foreknowledge or not, he couldn’t see the future Nord saw.
“Shit!!!!!!!!”
The result was a humiliating defeat more than anything else for him who reigned behind the world in the name of protecting a future that no one had seen.
Sigurd let out a roar of anguish at the decisive defeat from which the future would never be granted again, and a whip wrapped in light stuck to the side of his face.
─Awesome!!!!
The glittering grains of light around the whip were mana condensed to the limit of the aura.
Even if it was a
─Pangrrrr!!!
Sigurd’s body rotated violently like a stone kicked by his foot, and the whip bounced back in the opposite direction while bouncing through the air like a snake.
“You are not the end of my life. It’s just a dirty stain that needs to be cleaned before you can put precious memories in it.”
Slashing Gungnir in the pit of the stomach with his knee, Nefertiti retrieved the whip.
“Get out of our way. Forever.”
Aaaaa-!!!!!
The whip of the flashing compression aura pulverized Sigurd’s body.
Her whip shattered her body and pulverized the dark soul that had been struggling within it.
The darkness and negative mana that supported Sigurd’s power burst out like a backflow, and the distortion of space that spread out in the Britannia’s royal garden exploded.
Rrrr…
A black flame burned the garden.
“Whoa, whoa… “
As the surrounding space returned to its normal dimension, Nefertiti let go of her whip. Blood flowed from her torn palms and stained her white clothes.
As she tried to pick up the fallen whip, she remembered what she wanted to do before that.
… Prison.
Turning her feet away from the corpse of her foe, engulfed in black flame, she fell into Nord’s arms. He smiled and brushed Nefertiti’s hair.
“Are you relieved inside?”
He asked, and Nefertiti raised her face.
“… Ugh, not at all.”
“… That’s right. What is that, I’m sorry.”
Was the question bad? As he scratched his cheek, saying that he might have said something useless in a moment of overflowing emotion, Nefertiti said.
“… I want to propose.”
“… Yes?”
He opened his eyes wide, and Nefertiti burried her face into his chest in a flirtatious manner, putting her thoughts into her mouth as she spoke.
“I also want to meet Nord’s father and mother. She wants to make bruenak a sister too. I want to go around the finished amusement park with the three of us.”
“Uh… “
“I want to learn to cook from Fran and do it for the other kids. I also want to practice the song that Nord liked. I want to lie on Nord’s lap and fall asleep while listening to her lullaby. And, and again… “
Nefertiti, who had been chattering her extended mouth, stopped talking gibberish.
“… There are so many things I want to do.”
Revenge is just an overkill.
It’s not someone else, isn’t that what Nord said? I promise to help you live happily even after revenge.
“It’s still a long way from being comfortable.”
With tears in her eyes, Nefertiti complained to the mean man who stole her first love.
“You have to take responsibility. Nord.”
“… I thought you were already in charge?”
“… Then more than now.”
“Yeah, don’t do that.”
A hand gently caressing your hair. Nefertiti, who had been whining, slowly closed her eyes, losing strength.
I’m tired. Could it be because her body is tired? If she closed her eyes like this, it seemed like she would fall asleep for a few days. It was unimaginable in the past when he stayed up all night chasing warlocks in the desert.
However, it is a happiness that can be enjoyed without imagining it now.
“Cuuuuu… “
Nefertiti, unable to withstand the spell, fell into a deep sleep in his arms.
That day, for the first time in her life, she had her childhood dream.
Not a nightmare, but a dream of happy days.
