Chapter 295

[ 295. Decisive battle (4) ]

#295

“Everyone get out of the way!”

Marja grabbed the hilt and stabbed her greatsword. Pooh! The thick sword body pierced the abdomens of the four believers who were blocking their way.

“Gagging!”

The blade that tore through his back was red. bang! As she swung her sword like spraying, the skewered followers were thrown far away. Wiping the blood from her face, Marja sighed.

“Haah ... I don’t have a break.”

“Heo-euk...I didn’t expect there to be so many...heh, I didn’t expect it either.”

Braum, who was guarding the back, nodded. He was also out of breath. The blood-soaked armor and shield were glistening in a thick red color. If not, it seemed like they had killed a hundred people each.

They were wandering inside the headquarters. The interior of the Pale Castle was vast and complex beyond its magnificent exterior.

It’s been a long time since I parted ways with the rest of the group. After Abel newly invoked the protection of the stars, the commandos became rats in a dock and were under pincer attack from Nebula Clazie.

It was worth fighting, but the problem was that Ronan’s blood was almost running out. One out of every 10 followers he encountered was using the protection of the stars, and it was clear that if this continued, the limit would come.

Of course, there were other things that bothered me the most. Marja muttered in a worried voice.

“...Will everyone be okay?”

“of course. You know that not everyone is normal.”

“It is, but.”

Marja bit her lower lip. It was true, but I couldn’t help but worry. No matter how talented they were, the number of enemies was too many.

It was just a pity that there was nothing I could do right now. Where the hell is Lee Lil’s sister? She lowered the bayonet and was breathing. Someone shouted from across the corner of the hallway.

“There was a sound from over there. Catch it!”

“...Sheesh.”

Marja clicked her tongue. Anyway, they were the ones who didn’t have a prize. Judging by the sound of footsteps, it seemed that there were twenty of them. For some reason, Asher’s weeping face passed her eyes.

“I miss you...my cutie.”

Wow. Marja spat on her hand and raised her greatsword again. I decided to put aside the unlucky thought that I might die here.

Her father used to talk like a habit. Even returning is a journey. I totally agreed with that statement.

“Come to bed.”

Marja grabbed the hilt. A blue aura began to wrap around the blade. The approaching footsteps sounded like a car about to turn a corner.

“You are you?! Kuk...!”

“Ahhh! Save me!”

Suddenly, a desperate scream rang out. From around the corner, dismembered corpses began to fly one after another. Marja flinched.

“What is it?”

“oh my god.”

Cold sweat ran down Braum’s temples. Blood gushing in real time was roughly soaking the hallway.

It was like a mad beast running amok. Someone walked out from around the corner, which had finally become quiet. The eyes of the two opened wide.

“Sch Schlieffen?”

“You were alive.”

Schlieffen replied dryly. It was the first reunion since they were separated. His body was covered in blood no different from the two. Of course, it wasn’t his own blood.

Unlike Marjana and Braum, he never showed signs of exhaustion. I could only say that it was the dignity of the morning star of the empire. After brushing off the blood on the blade, he asked a question.

“you guys. Is there still Ronan’s blood left?”

“By the way?”

“Good. Follow me.”

Suddenly Schlieffen turned around. Marja was taken aback by the sudden action. She barely came to her senses and opened her mouth.

“I’ve been ignoring you, so I’m going to quit now.”

『You...!』

It was the car the giants were trying to say. bang! Ronan struck forward and pulled the hilt at the same time. The giants who noticed the attack launched a counterattack, but Ronan was basically faster than them.

Awesome! The head of the giant who was running in front fell to the floor. Ki-Woo jumped on his body and fired a stab into the chest of the giant right behind him.

Pooh! The sword strike that pierced the heart came out tearing through the back. As he swung his sword back and forth, the giant’s face, which was about to throw a spear at the back of his head, was split in half.

Ronan created a fourth body before the three giants fell. When he landed after jumping over the lot and activated his aura, a giant who was about to throw a spear was dragged right in front of his eyes. Holding the hilt with both hands, Ronan lowered the sword vertically and cut it. Chow ah! The thick neck was sliced off along with the forearms that tried to defend.

“This is...”

The giants let out their bewilderment. Ronan, who swung his sword across the battlefield, seemed like a person living in three or four times faster time.

I had never met such an opponent. The invincible race, who had lived as predators since birth, was being slaughtered unilaterally. Even with a sword.

Chew! In less than five minutes the head of the last giant fell to the floor. If the original name of Nirvana was true, it was a giant who should have been associated with Lorhorn’s soul.

“Whoa...”

Ronan stopped in place and turned his head towards the castle. There were still about half of the giants left, but there were other opponents that needed to be eliminated now. He said, aiming the point of his sword at Abel.

“Come down. You’re an unlearned bastard.”

“you...!”

Abel narrowed his brows. He was watching Ronan’s massacre, forgetting Cain’s existence. Confirming that no answer came back, Ronan grabbed the hilt.

“Are you coming down?”

Paaa! The sunset light broke out again. Abel was dragged right in front of Ronan without even having time to do anything. It was the moment when he belatedly sensed a crisis and reflexively drew out his sword. Kaaaang! A sharp metallic sound echoed in front of my eyes.

“Kuh...!”

Abel gritted his teeth. If I had been a little late, my neck would have been blown off. It felt like my hand would explode with just the recoil that blocked the sword attack. He straightened up and asked Ronan.

“...It wasn’t like this, but what did you do?”

“That is none of your business.”

But Ronan had no intention of wasting any more time. After reaping his aura, he poured out sword strikes like a storm. Kagak! Kang! Every time the blades collided in the air, the embers flew wildly. Finally, the composure disappeared from Abel’s face.

“Damn it, you bastard...!”

Abel, who almost lost his sword, spat out a curse. It was being pushed unilaterally in both speed and power. It was the car he was trying to pull back in haste.

“It can’t be like that.”

Again, Ronan’s sword was stained with the color of the sunset. Abel’s body was dragged. Realizing his mistake, he hurried to respond, but Ronan’s body was already spinning in a wide circle.

“...It’s the swordsmanship that was stolen from me.”

Suddenly, Nabi Rose recited. It was a spinning sword, a technique he devised. She was watching the middle disciple’s fight with Archbishop Tieria.

Memories running through my mind blurred my eyes. It seems like yesterday when I took the entrance exam for Phileon, but when did I grow up like this? Tieria shouted as if screaming.

“Sir!”

I could tell just by looking at it. That was really dangerous. She hurriedly withdrew her hand and was about to leap forward to support the leader. Suddenly, the sounds around her disappeared and her eyes darkened. In the darkness, Nabi Roze’s voice resounded.

“Don’t interfere. It’s a good time.”

“This is this?!”

Nothing was visible. Heard nothing. Tieria, who instinctively turned her head, sighed. A huge venomous snake was looking down at him with its tongue flicking.

“all things...!”

Tieria’s face turned white. A snake mourning its death. It was Mansa of Nabi Rose, one of the strongest auras of all time. I heard that he lost his aura after being defeated by Zaifa, but he couldn’t figure out why.

“You damn bitch!”

Of course, that wasn’t the point right now. The snake was approaching her. She desperately regained her senses, and it was the car she rushed at. Suddenly!

Nabirosé’s great sword cut through Tieria’s neck. At the same time, it flew in a circle. La Mancha struck Abel’s sword.

“What...!”

Abel’s eyes widened. A piercing rupture resounded. Pakaaaang!