Chapter 820

Episode 820

Knot (7)

Shoot!!

A night street so quiet that it almost deafens your ears.

Only the river pouring over my head and disturbing my senses.

A new type of Croken walking towards the wizard and Lennok who fell under the shattered canal.

Every time heavy footsteps echo, the earth shakes slowly and sinks downward.

Lennok’s new model, which had been struggling, was suddenly and roughly lifted up.

slam!!

“It’s hard to see him moving normally, even when it’s raining.”

Reptile pupils flashing beyond the blurred vision soaked in river water.

Before we knew it, Croken was approaching, grabbing Lennok’s neck with its tail as thick as a rebar and lifting it up.

Croken glared at Lennok, who was helplessly spitting out water.

“That’s not fun. “I didn’t keep you alive just to see something like this.”

“Cough...!!”

Wow!!

Kroken’s strong tail wrapped around Lennok’s neck and tightened it in place.

Just that simple gesture seems to take my breath away.

A faint murderous intent appeared in Kroken’s eyes as he glared at Lennok with his arms crossed.

“Should I kill him first before he gets killed by someone else....”

Paaaaaa...!!

A pure white radiance rose from beneath Lennok’s feet as if to protect him from Kroken.

Holy spirit magic power that forms a hemispherical barrier and embraces Lennok in place.

“Is this the magic power of an angel?”

However, Kroken crushed the barrier with a single kick and muttered indifferently.

Absolutely!!

“From what you’ve been saying to me, it seems like you know something, but... it’s none of my business.”

“....”

Was there anything that Kashuin said about Kroken that might have caught his interest?

I know that they exchanged fire during the spat, but Lennok was also unable to hear the entire conversation because the situation was so urgent.

However, instead of thinking about not being able to ask Kroken right away, Lennok struggled to look around and look around.

‘...There is no Oris.’

Even when I fell from the tower, the heroic spirit of the judge that was with me was nowhere to be seen.

I also thought about escaping by calling Oris’ ghost shark when I fell near the canal.

It has no meaning at this point.

That’s why Lennok focused on what Kroken said to him.

“What is the message the leader left...?”

“What do you think it is?”

“....”

“If anything comes to mind, say it out loud.”

Kroken laughed, looking at Lennok who was at a loss for words.

“If you give me an answer I like, I might teach you.”

As he said that, the moment Croken added strength to the tail that was strangling Lennok.

Hiss!!

Lennok’s new form disappeared before Kroken’s eyes.

Lennok, who had used up his blink to get out of the water, struggled to spit out cold water in his lungs.

Croken lightly swung its tail back and its eyes lit up.

“Body deformation? No, it’s space warfare.”

“Cough...!!”

“Even when dealing with space magic, there is no foreshadowing. “Ha, there is no flaw when it comes to magic manipulation...”

Meanwhile, Croken appears to be liking Lennok’s response, wagging his tail and waiting for an answer.

You have to think of an answer quickly before your very spontaneous attitude changes like the palm of your hand.

Anyway, what I could say to Kroken had already been decided.

“Infinite Sanctuary...”

Lennok muttered weakly, looking at him.

“The curse...”

“Oh, I saw it too.”

Kroken suddenly realized what Lennok was trying to say and laughed.

“They are old signs that a long journey has come to an end.”

“....”

“No need to worry. Even if you are tied up in those restraints, it will be enough to play with you.”

“...no.”

Cheek!!

Lennok answered, choosing a healthy ampoule from among his drenched belongings and sticking it into his shoulder.

I desperately try to catch my breath and maintain my breathing so as not to be overwhelmed by the force of the monster standing in front of me.

“You didn’t come here to lift the curse.”

Faaah!!

At that moment, a dazzling pillar of fog rose from behind the crocodile giant, brightening the darkened sky.

In response, a chilling fog rose from all over Yorta and woke up in all directions of the city.

Kugwagwagwa!!!

A giant shrouded in hazy fog rises from the outskirts of the city and looks down at the surroundings.

At the far end of the stairs, a nobleman appeared on a palanquin leading thousands of military commanders.

An eerie roar resembling a wolf was heard, and wings flapped along with an ear-piercing scream.

Hwioooo...!!!

An overwhelming presence, as if powerful heroic spirits awakening from deep underground have awakened from their sleep all at once and are walking above ground.

Kroken responded without even looking at the ancient spirits who were waking up and standing up all over the city.

“I’m just trying to wake up the old losers and throw them back on this earth.”

“....”

Powerful military spirits who were exiled from the nightlife, such as Madrich Onion and Oris.

Is it to forcibly awaken the ancient exiles who were sleeping while chained to the underground stairs and release them back into this city?

While Lennok was at a loss for words as he felt the presence of countless heroic spirits rising from the underground stairs with a dazzling wave, he said,

“It would be better to come to a conclusion before the power unleashed across this continent becomes full.”

Crocken passed by Lennok and walked to the other side of the canal.

“If you hesitate, you may not even have a chance to take on the challenge.”

wickedness...!!

Beyond the rising water fog, the ferocious presence of the crocodile giant disappeared.

He single-handedly destroyed Yorta’s memorial tower and left the central city district in shambles.

He also unleashed more power and soul into this city than he destroyed.

He suddenly tries to disappear, as if he has no regrets or feelings about him.

As always, the traces of destruction he leaves behind are the only evidence that defines and defines Croken Asilus.

However, even though Lennok knew this, in the end he could not call Kroken and quietly pondered his words.

“...It’s a challenge.”

Clearly, the challenge that Kroken is talking about is not a simple experiment or trial and error.

Since when did I realize this? The moment Lennok escaped from Mugan? Or at the point where you defeated Dorae and survived?

Or maybe he thought it would be like this from the moment he witnessed Lennok’s talent.

Because you must have been on a journey to seek answers with a person with precognitive abilities. Maybe he understood the concept of the future that deeply.

The countless curses that fell on Croken Asillus’s body.

In fact, the fact that Kroken is willing to accept the curses that bind him.

Could it be because he realized something during his last journey, the pilgrimage to Antares?

“....”

Kroken said that the reason he joined Pandemonium was to isolate himself and not be swayed by others.

If there is a reason to stay in the Pandemonium and follow him even though he does not sympathize with the leader’s wishes.

If only to watch over him and maintain a purpose different from that of the leader until the last moment.

Maybe that’s why Kroken is so strong.

“There’s one more thing I need to ask Antares...”

Thinking so, Lennok leaned on the single path at the edge of the collapsed canal and looked at the Hedrain River in silence.

What will happen to this city now that Yorta’s memorial tower has completely collapsed and the spirits of the Requiem have perished?

I thought I should just wait and see what happened after everything was over, but as soon as I started to relax, my eyelids became heavy.

My body, which had long ago passed its limit, was able to withstand it by adding medication, but now that the threat to my health has disappeared, my body can no longer hold on.

Boom boom!!

The shape of a huge stingray rising through the river water at the far end of the canal.

An oris can be seen standing on top of a huge heroic spirit with its fins wide open and shouting towards us.

[Are you still alive, human?]

Lennok then tilted his head back and sighed softly.

“Ha...”

In the end, did I do it well this time?

He causes a disturbance in Yorta, confronts the Requiem, invades the Sanctuary of the Invincible, fights with Dorae, and even searches for traces of the cult leader.

I think I did the best I could, but whenever the work ends, there is always a feeling of regret in my heart.

How much stronger must I become and how much more must I know to feel relieved?

The body held by the wizard’s transcendent mental power sinks as if asleep.

The battle of unfamiliar heroic spirits heard in my ears.

[We will restore the collapsed barrier of Yorta and reorganize the sanctuary. A festival is held to bind souls.]

[He is a speciality-type manipulation magician. It is an extremely delicate system, so be careful when handling it.]

[Try to expand consciousness by forcibly stimulating spirituality. If successful, it will help expand the system.]

[Wait a minute, what happened to my body so I couldn’t specify a target for the binding technique-]

[Wrong. The size of the ceremony itself was abnormal-]

The confused reactions of the heroic spirits coming from all directions.

Beyond my subdued consciousness, I felt the presence of a spirit stirring within my arms.

[Master, don’t worry...]

Lennok lowered his head as he listened to Dabi’s voice faintly ringing in his ears.

A quiet silence where not even the sound of breathing can be heard.

Only the sound of the canal water flowing beneath his feet was enough to hide the wizard’s early nap.