Chapter 119: True Phantom Beast

The five-eyed False King raises his palm to intercept the running three-eyed Brave.

“A Caeruleus Brave. For a clan with its eyes closed to challenge the Question. Such bravery is good, however…”

A flickering flame was brought forth following the movements of his hand. The flames began to overflow with increasing force from the palm of the False King’s hand.

“After all, you have fewer eyes. Count your eyes!”

As he waved his arm the overflowing flames suddenly moved with purpose. The theory spun by the Magic Formula

“Certainly, I only have three eyes, and I cannot compare to one with five… But! you must confirm the Truth with your own eyes!!”

The Brave faced the thick stream of oncoming flames and prepared the Magical Weapons. A faint light is emitted as a magic bullet is shot and mows through the flames in the air.

Even if it cannot match the power of the five-eyed False King’s magic, it can fire one shot after another. In the space between the two, the flames become disrupted and swirl violently.

“A lowly three-eyed wretch has… Our Magic was…?!”

While the False King’s face was twisted in astonishment, the Brave broke into a run. He endured the heat, and went through the flames that filled the air to close in on the False King. As he ran, he pulled out the weapon on his back and unsheathed it.

Glittering in the light of the sun was a sword.

It was a weapon not used within the giant’s culture, a blade borrowed from the Silver Phoenix Knights. While it was a weapon he was unaccustomed with, the Brave’s blow was aimed at the False King’s throat. Through his fight with Ernesti, he had come to understand a little of how to use a blade.

Immediately after, the sword is knocked aside leaving a high pitched sound and sparks behind. What had defended against the unfamiliar attack was a blunt, shiny metal club.

“So you’ve pushed me this far.”

The club swung with a roar. The Brave leapt back to avoid the blow that cut into the earth, sending a cloud of dust into the air.

“As expected of a five-eyed, it won’t be that easy.”

Five-eyed. One who manipulates magic like a Sorcerer while also being strong like a Brave. Since a six-eyed, which is considered to be the highest rank within the giant race, is extremely rare it can be said to be the highest rank in practice.

In comparison the Brave is three-eyed. He was a size smaller than his opponent and has little background in magic. The gap between their combat abilities was large.

“That magic, those weapons. We don’t recognize either of them, nobody amongst the giants knows them… If that’s the case, it’s the little demons’ things huh. Those bastards have weapons this strong!”

The False King looked away from the Brave and up towards the sky.

There, floating above the Allied forces of the Clans was a huge ship

His expression distorted as he stared at it with contempt.

“Such a foolish thing, obeying those things. Something as small as that… where did your pride as a giant go!”

“Certainly, I too used to think that little demons are a small thing. However, their power is true. Looking down on such bravery lacks respect!!”

The Brave fixed his posture and let out a bellow. Seeing this, the False King swelled with anger.

“Caeruleus. While reluctantly opening your eyes this much, you can only go this far. How foolish. As expected, our Truth is the one which should be seen by Hundred Eyes’s eyes. Eyes such as yours are unnecessary!”

As he said this the False King suddenly stepped forth and swung his club. A club is a solid, heavy, and powerful weapon. Receiving such a blow with a sword would be extremely difficult.

A strong wind could be felt from each swing. The Brave managed to dodge each attack. Due to the difference in strength, matching blows would be difficult. The only thing he can rely on is his speed.

While the Brave focused on evading, the False King let out a rapid succession of attacks. Using their strength to overwhelm their opponent, this is how the giants fight. Power is what they respect.

However, while the Brave appeared to be cornered, he was in fact waiting for an opportunity.

“I am only three-eyed. I am smaller than you, and I am weaker than you. But even then, the chance of victory exists. That too was smaller and defeated me.”

He focused on dodging the storm of attacks that could kill any giant with a single blow. The Brave remembered the time he was overwhelmed by a small existence that didn’t even reach his knees. He was taught many things from that battle.

“Doing nothing but running away, yet you still claim to hold the title of Brave!”

The False King was annoyed by the unexpected persistence of the Brave. With his overwhelming power as a five-eyed, and the steel club taken from the Goblins, it should have been easy to crush an opponent of this caliber.

“The False King will not understand!”

Agitation had created a gap in the False King’s movements. The Brave, seeing his attacks had become too wide, instantly launched a counterattack.

The advantage of a close range magic attack using the Silhouette Arms is it leaves little gap. The bullet hit the False King’s throat and burst into flames.

“Nguh!”

The False King’s posture collapsed. A once in a lifetime opportunity was created, the Brave immediately went for it. Closing the distance so he could not dodge, he unleashed his attack. A fierce yell containing his sharpened will accompanied his blade. However, the attack was intercepted by the club.

“… That attack just now wasn’t bad, but that’s all it is.”

The False King’s expression was distorted, but he still managed to stop the strike. Certainly the magic bullet had hit him hard. However, the body of the five-eyed is tough and he was able to withstand the blow only due to his tenacity.

In an instant the position of attacker and defender was reversed. The False King, relying on his power, pushed forth with his club to send the Brave flying. With a roar the sword was sent dancing in the air. The Brave deflected the power by letting go of his sword. He had lost his sword, but he still held the Silhouette Arms within his hand. Without hesitation he fired a series of rapid shots at the False King fiercely using up his remaining magic power.

One after another explosions of fire enveloped the False King. Even a five-eyed would not be safe when showered with so many attacks. Such expectations were immediately betrayed.

“Such an eyesore!!”

With a spirited shout the False King spun his own magic. The fierce flames that were created swallowed up the magic bullets. In the blink of an eye the Brave’s attack was brushed aside and the False King’s fist struck out.

“Thunder strike! ”

Instantly widening the distance, the Brave’s quick judgement should be commended. However, the False King’s magic splits the air at lightning speed and firmly strikes the Brave. Escaping from this magic is impossible no matter who you are.

“Uguooo! Gah?!”

The Silhouette Arms is sent flying from the impact. The lighting attack did not stop there, but continued through the Brave’s body. The Brave’s consciousness was blown away as his body twitched weirdly as if dancing.

Then his body collapsed to the ground like a doll with its strings cut.

Moving one’s body shortly after an electric shock is impossible and the Brave’s whole body is already covered in wounds. The False King on the other hand had a relaxed attitude as he slowly approached.