Chapter 197: Contrast of Black and White (3)

Chapter 197: Contrast of Black and White (3)

Under the magic of Arien, who illuminated the darkness, the sharp eyes of the two people met each other.

In the silence, only their rough heartbeats echoed in their ears.

They had exchanged provocations once, but they both understood that it had no great meaning.

From the moment they faced each other here, they must have realized that they did not like each other.

The important thing was not words, but actions.

“——Blaze.”

Whoosh.

A hot flame magic wrapped around Arien’s hand.

It was a magic that showed strong power among the ones that could be activated quickly.

The opponent was a swordsman who used a white holy sword.

Persistent magic was meaningless when he had a white holy sword in front of him.

That’s why Arien was preparing a single-shot magic that had strong power compared to the amount of magic he put in.

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“······What?”

As Arien prepared to fire his magic, Peter, who was facing him, opened his mouth with a smile.

Arien couldn’t help but show a puzzled expression at Peter’s appearance.

He looked like he was waiting for a prey caught in a trap, showing a confident attitude to Arien.

He must have had some hidden trick.

As if to answer Arien’s curious face, Peter stabbed his black sword into the ground and opened his mouth.

“Sanctuary Declaration—— Logration.”

Sanctuary Declaration.

The power of the gods to proclaim their domain on the ground.

As Peter, who borrowed power from an evil god, declared his sanctuary, the light sphere that Arien had set up began to lose its light.

Zap. Zzzap.

Beyond the crumbling light sphere, a huge shadow area surged in like a wave.

“······Sanctuary Declaration?”

Arien looked around with a sigh as he faced the evil god’s sanctuary for the first time in his life.

The shadow that rose so deep that the ground was not visible was already at a level where it could cover his knees.

The light sphere that he had made to secure his vision also faded away.

To create a new light sphere, he had to push in more magic than before to face the result.

The area of darkness that settled around me was interfering with my magic.

“This is... the evil god’s sanctuary.”

The evil god’s sanctuary that I, Arien Crost, was facing was a very fatal space for a mage.

Any mage would have to pay a price in this place.

No matter how great I was, it was impossible to ignore the influence of the evil god’s sanctuary.

There was only one way to overcome this situation.

To get out of the sanctuary where the evil god’s power was spread.

“Arien Crost. This is a gift I prepared for you.”

“——Teleport.”

As Peter looked at me with a confident voice, I felt a sense of crisis and prepared a long-distance transfer magic.

No matter how I thought about it, the fight in the sanctuary was disadvantageous for me.

Besides, it was impossible to intervene in the outside battlefield from here.

So I decided to avoid the sanctuary for now and fight again somewhere else.

The moment I quickly prepared the teleport magic and tried to use it.

Zap.

The space twisted and the magic lost its power.

“What is this...!”

The use of transfer magic was difficult due to the effect of the sanctuary.

The coordinates inside the sanctuary were distorted every moment and interfered with my teleport.

If I forced myself to use it, I could jump over a short distance, but long-distance transfer to the outside of the sanctuary was completely impossible.

It meant that the means to escape from the sanctuary by myself were completely blocked.

Peter, who had pulled out the divine device that he had stabbed into the ground, spoke to me, who was biting my lips.

“You seem to like the gift very much.”

“You, bastard...!”

Peter, who created the sanctuary with the power of the evil god, was still smiling with a relaxed face.

“You must be curious how I came out unharmed?”

“It was an attack that would inflict a great damage even to a dragon. But how can you stand there so fine?”

It was impossible according to my common sense.

When I asked Peter for the reason, he lifted his two swords with a relaxed expression.

I didn’t feel any fear from Peter’s appearance as he stepped forward.

Peter’s mouth smoothly spilled the reason.

“The white holy sword greatly reduces the output and duration of magic.”

“I already know that. But no matter how white the holy sword is...”

“Besides, the cloak I’m wearing has an effect of lowering the output of weakened magic by almost half.”

Flap.

My head quickly calculated the numbers as I looked at his fluttering cloak.

Single-shot magic would be reduced by 25 percent by the white holy sword.

If what Peter said was true, then I was only delivering 12.5 percent of the power.

“Half again...”

“And the sanctuary you’re standing on has an effect of lowering the output of consumed magic by half and reducing the power of magic by a quarter.”

And if you cut it in half and then cut it by a quarter again, the output of my magic would be only 4.6 percent of my full power.

4.6 percent.

It was an absurd number for me, a mage.

To produce the original power, I needed a level of magic amplification that exceeded 20 times.

I knew best how impossible it was to implement that in reality.

“I can only deliver... 4 percent of my original power...?”

“That’s the difference between you and me in this sanctuary.”

Peter took a short breath and ran fast toward me.

Bang!

The apostle’s puppet that flew in the air shattered by the power of the divine device.

Peter’s target was obvious to anyone as he moved too fast for my eyes to follow.

Arien Crost.

His heart that was standing still after pouring out his full power.

“——Dainsleif!”

“——Teleport. Blaze.”

It was an unreasonable area of death.

In it, I tried to fend off Peter who was coming at me.

But the situation now was completely different from before.

“——Dainsleif...!”

“——Tel... eport. Blaze.”

Even the magic that I poured out with all my power only remained 4 percent in this space of death.

I didn’t have to think deeply to know how poor the power of my attack was.

Peter, who borrowed the power of the divine device, ignored my attack and charged at me, and it was hard for me to repel him who ran at me without defense.

Peter ignored my check with teleportation and continued to attack me aggressively.

“——Teleport.”

“——Dainsleif!”

It didn’t take long for the fight between the two people with extreme compatibility to end.

The moment I lost my balance due to severe exhaustion, Peter’s sword mercilessly chased after me.

The flames burst.

And the white sword that cut through the flames.

The dark purple magic sword that ignored all attacks and approached me shone brightly.

Before I knew it, a blade flashed in front of my eyes, and only one name flowed from my mouth, Arien Crost.

“...Aurora.”

The saint of knowledge, Aurora.

As I muttered the name of my long-time lover, red blood splashed in my sight.

The blood that spurted. The dream that scattered. The truth that I couldn’t reach.

And beyond that, the fleeting oath that promised eternity that I sought.

In the collapsing dream, my eyes reflected the image of my lover shrouded in darkness.

“...I love you. Forever.”

Splash—.

I, engulfed in shadows, slowly closed my eyes.

It was a second life that I had obtained by chance, but the end was a futile one that didn’t suit me.