Chapters 170 – 169. This Is the Place to Be Buried. You or I (End)
Astein’s own strength wasn’t that great.
Even if it’s his power, it comes from witchcraft, and like witchcraft or magic, if he doesn’t have time to prepare, it’s hard to use his power.
When the blood was left, when the image gorge was operating properly, Astein literally drove her Astrid mercilessly, played with her as if playing with her, and even broke her bracelet and drove her hard.
Astain, who was like that, was now being pushed back.
In this situation, in which the body’s strength was weak, even the cup of blood was shattered, and Leopold, including Astrid, was fiercely pushing against this situation, where they had to respond only with the energy of residual blood, even Astain was no doubt a tough opponent.
“Hey, hey… These guys… !”
Several amulets flew from Astain’s amulet bag and caught fire.
The guardians were on fire and were blocking Leopold’s sharp sword as if they had the will to do so, but unfortunately Leopold was not the real threat in the current offensive in the first place.
– Zeng!
The transparent curtain that surrounded Astain trembled with a loud scream.
Thanks to that, Astain unknowingly frowned as he sucked even more of his main force, which hadn’t been left.
“Four years… “
Astrid— not Asti’s fist hit Astain once more.
As if it was a valid reasoning that there was suspicion that the weapon might be playing the role of a sealing device, Asti mercilessly pounded the defense shield surrounding Astain.
“If it doesn’t break, just hit it until it breaks.”
“I never taught you anything like that!”
“That’s natural. Because I didn’t learn from the teacher.”
I learned from Emily.
Asti was taking full advantage of that simple truth.
In the meantime, Astain’s attacks continued intermittently, but Astein, who was in a hurry to block Asti, was barely continuing the counterattack with a talisman, as if where the momentum had gone.
However, even with that counterattack, Leopold’s three swords and auxiliary magic, from which the amulet flew, were destroyed.
‘Why, why did this happen… ?! This wasn’t in my plan!’
Astain gnashed his teeth.
It was a perfect plan.
It was a plan that had been thoroughly prepared and prepared again.
I was fully prepared, and in fact, I had succeeded in driving Astrid to the brink of death.
Even if it wasn’t the military power that dwelled in his body right away, he wasn’t originally a martial artist, so it was okay.
He accepted as many as four blessings, and they were also really good for him, who was originally a brain wave.
A plan of conversion created by accepting the knowledge handed down from those blessings.
A plan that was thoroughly sealed without even an inch of error or water leakage.
Where the hell did that plan go wrong?
Astein was furious and was on the verge of going crazy.
When he glanced back, there was the front gate of the self-sustaining tower that was wide open in Astain’s field of vision.
The monsters that should be rushing in are barely visible, and a blood-soaked giant walks into the small hole holding a two-handed hammer, and behind him a blazing fireball—
“Keugh?!”
Fireballs fly
Judging that it would be impossible to block it, Astain hurriedly threw herself and managed to avoid it.
“Rise up, protect your master, arrive here!”
Along with Astain’s sonorous voice, several amulets unfolded and soared into the air.
As soon as it took off, the burning amulet caught fire and soon turned to ashes and scattered, and a strange cry resonated in every nook and cranny the ashes touched.
“They are insignificant monsters.”
Hearing Veracien’s mocking voice, Astain gritted his teeth.
Traitor year.
The plan was being shaken from the ground up by these damned seeds, who had no idea where they had crawled in.
But, but—
Astain glanced to the side.
The altar where the blood cup was located still remains intact.
Only the blood cup was shattered, the altar remained, and the drawing on the ground was not damaged either.
‘One more time, one more time… !’
There is still a chance of a comeback.
If you light the candles on the altar just once, just one more time, and say your words, it will be possible to sacrifice the whole thing on the altar right now.
I’m not sure, but maybe. No, obviously.
“Where are you looking?”
I saw Astrid’s white face.
Actually, the current girl was Asti, not Astrid, but Astein didn’t know.
“Did you ever imagine defeating me?”
Even though I actually won half of it!
Astain tried to retort so loudly, but she shut her mouth again.
The protective shield that caught Asti’s fist hitting him near his side let out another scream.
Now, a handful of his main power leaks out again.
“Did you even see your victory? Or, did you expect an epic final fight? It’s not even funny, really. Whatever you prepared, your plan was to collapse in my hands. You kind of me, yeah— even when I was young, in the end, I couldn’t win without a magic rampage. How would you beat me now?”
Asti recited the memories of her that popped into her head.
These are memories that come to mind clearly.
When she was young, she learned her studies from Astein.
Those words that she had heard so hard that a warrior could not defeat a wizard.
And Astain, who had bound her proudly young girl and stood at a distance from her, fooling her with her low-level magic called her Magic Missile.
Come to think of it, she seemed to know now why she only used low-level magic.
Because he’s a sorcerer!
“There’s no way you can use it properly by forcibly holding on to it. Even I barely got used to it! Can someone like you handle that?!”
– Boom!
It seemed that the protective film would break at any moment.
Astein didn’t wait any longer.
I had to go to the altar, to the altar.
To the altar that will be the last resort for one last shot.
Candles are instant, and so are words.
If that’s all it triggers—
*
“Achemilla, go.”
At Violet’s words, Akemilla opened her eyes wide and looked back at her.
Violet was staring at Akemilla with a calm face as she swung her axe.
“Go. That altar, it seems that Astain is aiming for that altar.”
Even so, Violet split the head of the monster that charged from the side.
“I, over there… ?”
But on the way there are tentacles all over the place.
Its drooping shape seemed as if it would flinch and stand up at any moment.
“That altar, you go and overturn it. Don’t let Astain do anything in vain.”
“Ha, but… The monster… “
It’s Akemilla who doesn’t have anything to say about fighting power.
It was an unreasonable order for her to pierce through the field of monsters including her tentacles and destroy them at her altar, but Violet seemed to be serious about that.
“It’s Akemilla. Do you not know how great your sin is?”
How big of a crime is it to collude with a traitor and provide treason funds?
Could the fact that he didn’t know he was a traitor really be an excuse?
Will the empty excuse that I rebelled unknowingly really work?
“You have to do that to get at least a pardon. Do you want to see the guild that you raised since your grandfather get destroyed because of you alone?”
“That that… “
It’s not.
Akemilla bit her lip.
“Don’t do it if you don’t like it. Well, if you beg for forgiveness by cutting your own throat, somehow it will work.”
Violet continued to strike with an ax and spoke in a low voice.
Even if Akemilla were to be like that, her voice seemed like she wouldn’t care.
“… Ha, you can do it.”
Akemilla grabbed her twin swords.
If I close my eyes tightly and run fast, I might be able to manage something.
Even so, those tentacle monsters that were already imprinted in her mind were making her hamstrings numb.
“Go quickly!”
Growling, Violet with a stern voice.
Pushed by her momentum, Akemilla began to move her steps that she could not bear to fall.
Just this time, if you do it well just this time.
If you don’t buy it, the top will collapse.
It was absolutely unacceptable for the Ureid Merchant Corps to collapse because of her alone.
One, two of her reluctant steps… And she started to run faster and faster, toward her altar.
“No need to break it, just knock it over with a torso headbutt!”
Vera Sien’s voice was heard, and Akemilla started to run, thinking that she was lucky.
All she had to do was go and crash and knock it down, which was a relief.
*
“Okay, so.”
Just before Astain’s touch, right in front of his nose.
Akemilla did her job properly.
Despite managing to dodge the squirm of her tentacles, Akhemilla reached the altar faster than Astein,
Not only did she reach, but she didn’t stop, and at the end of a torso head-butt to her altar —
The altar was overturned, and the colorful offerings, amulets, and candles placed on it were shattered and collapsed.
As the altar loses its shape, the gin drawn on the floor of Sogong-dong also disappears.
“This person… This damn bitch—!”
When Astain’s roar was about to resound.
A white, smooth leg flew behind him.
– Quick… !
With the sound of something breaking, Astain flew and landed in the corner.
The dust cloud didn’t rise, but Astain, who was hit hard enough to leave a huge scar on the wall of the small cavity and rolled on the ground, couldn’t even speak properly due to the agony.
“Okay. I had a lot of trouble with useless efforts. There are many people who have been bothered because of you, and there are many people who have been sacrificed because of you.”
Asti’s hand grabbed Astain’s collar and raised it up.
The shield that should have protected him has long been broken.
Now that he had lost even the means to protect himself, Astein could only look up at Asti in a daze.
“Let’s pay for our sins. Teacher.”
Into Astain’s face, Astrid’s fist flew.
