novelThe Advent of the Demon King and the Fallen Warrior (2)
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The warrior was left alone. The surviving comrades left for their own reasons. It was obvious. They had their own place to return to as did the warrior.
Come to think of it, it was just amazing that people from such diverse groups gathered together.
The warrior was far from achieving his immediate wish, but had to return to his hometown. All alone now, he stepped into the forest of his hometown.
The quiet forest, without any preparation for a triumphant return from victory, had fierce mana as usual; a deer biting off the neck of a demon could be seen. It was a peaceful forest dominated by the usual strong eats the weak.
As he passed through the forest path dominated by strange quietness, the road was cut off. It was created by the past Demon King's attack. But bringing in provisions from the empire was better in quality and easier. He had no choice but to endure the annoying task of rebuilding the trade route.
"It seems the encampment will get doubled."
The warrior, who crossed the gorge with uninteresting thoughts, soon arrived at his hometown.
When the villagers saw the warrior, they rushed at him as if to say good morning.
"Look how strong I've become so far, Chief-nim!"
The warrior lightly blocked the attack of a young man, who would be the future head of the elders, and at the same time tripped his legs.
"You're still too focused on the technique, Weger. Didn't Caron teach you that a balance with power is important?"
When the warrior mentioned the name of his younger brother and teacher of the young man, the young man became speechless and cried.
"Why did you make him cry?"
From inside, a young alchemist put a magic wand over her shoulder and walked out.
The warrior smiled lightly at the scolding."I didn't make him cry? Well, since Old Drachen said you were full of talent when he saw you, do your best. That old man possesses a great discerning eye."
At the consolation, the young man shook off the dirt, stood up, and nodded."Yes! Got it, Chief-nim!"
As the young man regained enthusiasm and went his way again, the alchemist with the magic wand on her shoulder asked, "So how was it? Was my potion useful?"
The warrior nodded."Yes, thanks to it, Arpen survived."
"Oh, that annoying Butterfly. Kaaak, tweh!" The alchemist spat out phlegm on the ground with a severely annoyed face."Damn it, I shouldn't have given it to you. He should have just died gracefully."
The warrior burst into laughter at her reaction."Puhahahaha! He is definitely annoying."
"So, what about Wayne Unni? She said she'd teach me magic when she got back, " she asked.
The warrior's laughter ended abruptly and was replaced by a cold silence. The alchemist's expression stiffened at the silence.
"No way..."
As she trailed off, the warrior silently handed her a bracelet that was a keepsake.
"This is... incredible. With this, I could survive in any environment." She realized the value of the bracelet at once. She had been closely observing with a magician's unique curiosity, and was once again surprised by what was inside the bracelet.
"Oh my god! I can't believe it. How... !"
The warrior nodded at the astonished alchemist."Yeah, there's Wayne's love in it. All the magic there is to protect it."
The Witch of Pride was arrogant. She was certain that there would be no gene better than hers, and hoped that the world's best genes would be preserved even if she died.
"I will create children using that love as Wayne's will says. What do you think? Do you think it's possible?" he asked.
The alchemist swallowed dryly. Compared to a great madosa, she was a greenhorn who had just become a madosa."I need to do research. It may take at least 20 years, maybe more, for the child to be safe."
Perhaps it was only possible after reaching the level of a great madosa.
However, the warrior smiled brightly at her words."You're saying it's possible. Then it doesn't matter. Yeah... Whether it's years or decades."
The warrior thought it would be nicer if the child resembles her rather than himself.
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Zendia stabbed Galak's neck with his Spirit Sword wrapped in aura blade. Galak dug into his defense by hitting away the Spirit Sword with his left hand wrapped in superior aura. Then, he hit his chin hard with his right hand.
Zendia pulled his upper body back and avoided the fist, while also turning his body to aim for the other's temple with his knee.
Galak quickly recovered his extended fist and deflected the knee with his right arm, and snatched the other's ankle.
Zendia, whose ankle was caught, applied rotational force to his body, raised his other leg high, and struck it down on Galak's head.
Galak pulled the ankle back to disturb Zendia's balance to make his leg miss. However, the latter bent his knee to reduce the distance and swung his Spirit Sword.
Even for Galak, it was too much to block the Spirit Sword wrapped in golden aura blade with one hand. He had no choice but to let go of the ankle and covered his arms with strong aura.
Boom-!
As a result of the collision between the aura blade and superior aura, the two were pushed back at the same time. As soon as they regained their balance, they fired hundreds of strong auras at each other. The strong auras they shot left a large scar around them as they avoided each other's attacks.
Zendia smiled at the battle that occurred in an instant."Is there anymore to feel out? Didn't we clash at full strength not too long ago?"
Galak lightly shrugged and jokingly replied, "Let's think of it as a light warm-up. Warming up before going all out is good, right?"
Zendia nodded.
The two pulled up martial arts at full power. Then they shot strong auras of hundreds of meters at each other so that the opponent could not avoid it.
When the fierce strong aura of the two collided, it caused a huge explosion that created a huge crater and completely extinguished the barrier protecting the church. Thanks to this, the outer wall of the Demon King worshipping church was also broken down, but it was not enough to affect the altar.
"Phew~ That was dangerous." Galak laughed jokingly when he saw the aftermath reaching the church building.
"That's too bad. It would have been nice if everything had been destroyed with that." Zendia seemed truly disappointed.
"You're not going to try to ignore me and destroy the altar?" Galak asked.
Zendia held the Spirit Sword straight with a determined look."There's no way I can ignore you, right, Father?"
"Uahahahaha! You're such a good son!"
"In addition, it's not like you'll stay still just because I'm ignoring you, " Zendia said bluntly.
Galak laughed happily."Ahahaha! You know your father well!"
The two again put a golden strong aura on their bodies and released martial aura.
"And I realized after losing to Father... that I really don't like to lose more than anyone else."
Zendia really meant it. The reason for not attacking the aforementioned altar first was only a secondary excuse. If the altar was destroyed somehow right away, then the tragedy that occurred over 120 years ago would not occur again. However, all he wanted to do was pay back the humiliation of defeat.
It was the desire that lit a fire in Zendia's heart, who had only lived for the tribe all his life.
"Finally, the unnecessary prudence has disappeared from you." Galak smiled deeply.
The child of the selfish and irresponsible father was bound to be smart. The prudence that came from such a personality helped to lay the foundation and strength, but it put a brake on the risks that were needed to overcome the limits.
"Yes, I found out after I lost. That I've been wanting to get out of this restricting position and duty. I had a longing to cut, but I didn't know what to cut. Thanks to you, I realized it."
The Spirit Sword cried furiously at Zenda's martial aura.
"What I wanted to cut were the invisible shackles that bound me!"
Golden grains of mana began to gather towards Zendia's Spirit Sword.
"And that shackle came from my father!" Zenda cried out.
Galak was flustered."No, Son! Isn't the conclusion off?"
"Not at all! So please just be cut by me! I'll show you how the model student gets crooked and changes!"
Zendia swung the sword with all his heart. The Spirit Sword and the golden grains of mana cut Galak in response to Zendia's heart.
Galak responded to Zendia's Heart Sword with all his might. There was only one way to accurately respond to a sword that neutralized all defenses. He had no choice but to use the Heart Sword himself to offset it. However, there was nothing farther away than the Heart Sword for Galak. Therefore, the method he chose was extremely expedient.
"Enlightenment! Destroying Space!"
Galak's fist, containing all his power, tore through the air and instantly distorted the space. In the process of the world restoring space, the position of the sky and the ground changed, the distance decreased, and increased. In that way, he avoided his head being sent flying by the Heart Sword but couldn't stop being cut by the desire of cutting.
A wound appeared on his side and blood spewed out.
"Will you surrender?" Zendia asked, breathing heavily.
To use the Heart Sword on top of the Dance of the Fireflies, which consumed a great amount of mana, was a considerable burden on his body, who had yet to exceed the limits.
Galak smiled with cold sweat."No way. A wound like this can be healed easily, " he shouted, golden grains of mana surrounding him gathered and began to heal the wound.
Zendia frowned at the sight. The trick his father just showed was a method of treating wounds by reducing one's lifespan.
"Do you have to go so far?" Zendia asked
"Of course! For the moment I've been looking forward to, I can give up as much of the lifespan I have left!" Galak answered as if it was nothing.
In response, Zendia raised his Spirit Sword rather than speaking. Galak naturally threw out martial aura at the sight.
The two rushed toward each other, putting strong aura on their sword and fists, respectively.
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The battle between my grandfather and great-grandfather got fiercer and fiercer. Despite the clash between the two, the altar for summoning the Demon King was still intact.
"That's amazing."
My father agreed with my honest appreciation.
"It is."
Then he glanced at me. My father asked me carefully not to disturb Hillis, who was concentrating, and I smiled playfully.
"It's hard to just stay still, so I'm going to go make a mess."
The Holy Grail in Hillis's arms was shining softly.
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