Chapter 295

Chapter 295

#295

“Everyone get out of the way!”

Marja, who was holding the hilt of the sword, thrust the greatsword. Boom! The thick blade pierced the abdomens of the four believers who were blocking her way.

“Ugh!”

The blade that tore through her back was red. Bam! As she swung her sword as if spraying water, the skewered believers were thrown far away. Marja wiped the blood off her face and sighed.

“Haaah... You’re not giving me a chance to rest.”

“Wow... I didn’t expect there to be this many... Gosh, I didn’t expect that either.”

Braum, who was guarding from behind, stuttered. He too was out of breath. His armor and shield, soaked in blood, were shining a dull red. It seemed like he had killed at least a hundred of them.

They were wandering around the headquarters. The pale interior of the castle was vast and complex beyond its magnificent appearance.

It had been a long time since they had separated from the rest of the group. After Abel had reawakened the new protection of the stars, the special forces had become like rats in a cage, being attacked by Nebula Clazie.

It was a fight worth fighting, but the problem was that Ronan was almost out of blood. One in ten of the believers he encountered was using the protection of the stars, so it was clear that if things continued like this, he would reach his limit.

Of course, there was something else that worried me the most. Marja muttered with a worried voice.

“···I wonder if everyone is okay.”

“Of course. You know that no one is ordinary.”

“That’s true, though.”

Marja chewed her lower lip. It was true, but she couldn't help but be worried. No matter how talented they were, there were too many enemies.

It was just a shame that there was nothing I could do right now. Where on earth was this sister? She was catching her breath after lowering her sword. Someone's shout was heard from around the corner of the hallway.

“I heard a noise from over there. Grab him!”

“···Tch.”

Marja clicked her tongue. In any case, they were a bunch of guys who had no sense of humor. Judging by the sound of their footsteps, there must have been at least twenty of them. For some reason, Asher’s tearful face flashed before her eyes.

“I miss you... my cutie.”

Thud. Marja spat on her hand and raised her greatsword again. She decided to put aside the unfortunate thought that she might die here.

Her father used to say, as if it were a habit, that the journey is all about the return trip. I completely agreed with that.

“Come on.”

Marja gripped the hilt of her sword. Blue aura began to swirl around the blade. The sound of footsteps drawing near was just as she was about to turn the corner.

“You, you?! Ugh···!”

“Whoaaaaa! Save me!”

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

“What, what is it?”

“oh my god.”

Cold sweat ran down Braum's temples. Blood gushed out in real time, roughly wetting the hallway.

It was a sight that seemed like a mad beast was running wild. Finally, someone walked out from behind the corner that had become quiet. The two people's eyes widened.

“Shoo, Schlieffen?”

“You’re alive.”

Schlieffen answered dryly. It was their first reunion since they had separated. His body was covered in blood, just like the two men. Of course, it wasn't his own blood.

Unlike Marja and Braum, he showed no signs of fatigue. It could only be said that he was the dignity of the Empire's Morning Star. He wiped the blood off his blade and asked a question.

“You guys. Do you still have Ronan’s blood in you?”

“But, what?”

“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.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“You···!”

The giants were about to say something. Boom! Ronan lunged forward and grabbed the handle of his sword. The giants noticed the attack and counterattacked, but Ronan was basically faster than them.

Crunch! The head of the giant running at the front fell to the ground. Ronan leaped up, stepping on the leaning body, and stabbed the chest of the giant right behind him.

Phew! The sword strike that pierced his heart tore through his back and escaped. As he swung his sword while jumping backwards, the face of the giant who was about to throw a spear at the back of his head was split in half.

Ronan had already made a fourth corpse before the three giants had fallen. He landed on the swing and activated his aura, and a giant who was about to throw his spear from afar was dragged right in front of him. Ronan, holding the hilt with both hands, swung his sword vertically. Crack! The thick neck was cut off along with the forearm that tried to defend itself.

『This kind of thing···』

The giants looked bewildered. Ronan, swinging his sword across the battlefield, seemed to be living in a time three or four times faster.

I had never met an opponent like this before. An undefeated race that had lived as predators since birth was being unilaterally slaughtered. And with a single sword.

Poof! In less than five minutes, the last giant's head fell to the ground. It was Nirvana, the giant who was supposed to be reunited with Lorhorn's soul.

“Phew.···”

Ronan, who had stopped in his tracks, turned his head toward the castle. There were still about half of the giants left, but there was another opponent he had to deal with now. He aimed the tip of his sword at Abel and said.

“Come down, you ignorant brat.”

“you···!”

Abel narrowed his eyes. He was watching Ronan's massacre, forgetting even Cain's presence. Ronan, who confirmed that there was no answer, grabbed the hilt of his sword.

“I told you to come down?”

Paaaa! The sunset burst out again. Abel was dragged right in front of Ronan without being able to do anything. It was the moment when he belatedly sensed the danger and reflexively drew his sword. Kaaaaang! A sharp metallic sound rang out before his eyes.

“Ugh···!”

Abel gritted his teeth. If he had been even a little bit later, his neck would have been blown off. His hand felt like it would burst from the recoil of blocking the sword strike. He straightened his posture and asked Ronan.

“···It wasn’t to this extent, what did you do?”

“That’s none of your business.”

But Ronan had no intention of wasting time any longer. He gathered his aura and poured out his sword strikes. Kak! Kang! Sparks flew wildly with each clash of blades in the air. Finally, the composure disappeared from Abel’s face.

“Damn it, that son of a bitch···!”

Abel swore as he almost lost his grip on the sword. He was being unilaterally pushed back in both speed and strength. He was about to hastily pull his body back.

“That won’t do.”

Once again, Ronan's sword was dyed in sunset light. Abel's body was dragged in. Realizing his mistake, he tried to respond quickly, but Ronan's body was already spinning in a wide circle.

“···The swordsmanship you stole from me.”

Suddenly, Nabirose began to hum. It was a technique she had invented, the spinning sword. She was watching her disciple's fight between Archbishop Tieria.

Memories that flashed through my mind like a stream of water colored my vision. It seemed like only yesterday that I took the entrance exam for Phileon, but when did I grow so much? Tieria screamed.

“Church, Church Master!”

I could tell just by looking at it. That was really dangerous. She hurriedly pulled away and was about to jump to support the leader. Suddenly, the surrounding sounds disappeared and her eyes became completely dark. Nabirose’s voice rang out in the darkness.

“Don’t interfere. It’s a good time.”

“What, what is this?!”

He couldn't see anything. He couldn't hear anything. Tieria instinctively turned his head and took a deep breath. A giant poisonous snake was looking down at him, its tongue flickering.

“all things···!”

Tieria's face turned pale. A snake mourning death. It was the story of Nabirose, who was considered one of the strongest Aurors of all time. I heard that he lost his Auror after being defeated by Zaifa, but it was something that was incomprehensible.

“This fucking bitch!”

Of course, that wasn't what was important right now. The snake was coming towards her. She was desperately trying to regain her senses, and the car was rushing towards her.

Crunch! Butterfly Rose's great sword sliced ​​through Tieria's neck. At the same time, La Mancha flew in a circle and struck Abel's sword.

“what...!”

Abel's eyes widened. A shrill cracking sound rang out. Paaaaang-! Unable to withstand the shock, Abel's sword shattered as if it was exploding.