Chapter 242:

Chapter 242:

“Mr. Preston! The weapons!”

“I know, I know.”

Preston muttered a spell in response to Caraculianbro’s shout.

Then, the ground rose up as if scooped by a giant spoon.

Four huge chunks of earth split and floated in the air, then quickly compressed by the force of gravity.

They were massive clubs made of compressed earth.

Caraculianbro grabbed each club with his four hands.

At the same time, Yu-hyun and Don Quixote charged at him.

Clang! Clang!

The clubs and swords clashed, creating a huge shockwave.

Preston took advantage of the gap and muttered another spell.

But then, a white bone hook thrown by Yu-hyun flew towards him.

It was always fatal for a mage to expose a weakness while casting. But Preston didn’t stop his casting, trusting his ally.

“You can’t even touch a finger of Mr. Preston!”

Caraculianbro swung his club and knocked away the bone hook. Yu-hyun bit his tongue inside his mask. He was already annoyed by his large size and fast speed, but having four arms also made him cover a wide range with his attacks.

While he was distracted, Preston finished his casting.

A red flame formed into a sphere between Preston’s outstretched arms. The flame was only the size of a baseball, but it contained a power that could burn down a mountain with a wildfire.

“Sancho!”

“I got it!”

They had reached a point where they could understand each other with just their names.

Don Quixote raised his shield, and Yu-hyun also changed his lotus into a shield and stood beside him. for new novels

Right after that, a flame burst out from Preston like a laser, engulfing them both.

Kwaaaaaa!

A pillar of flame that looked more like a laser than fire. It swallowed up Yu-hyun and Don Quixote, and even reached beyond the horizon.

The pillar of flame heated by high temperature cut across the rocky mountains. The ground that touched the flame lost its shape and collapsed, melting like magma.

A terrifying power that could turn a small mountain peak into magma.

From the ruins of that attack, Yu-hyun and Don Quixote got up.

Squeak. White smoke rose from their heated shields.

“Sancho. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. How about you, sir?”

They said so, but their stamina was greatly depleted. They barely blocked the previous attack.

It was bad enough to have an unfavorable compatibility, but Grand Mage Preston’s power was much stronger than they expected.

‘I had a feeling that he would be as strong or stronger than the final boss-level phantasm, considering Sir Knight’s power.’

But this was too much.

Yu-hyun glanced at the melted mountain peak. It was still hot, and red magma flowed along the ground.

If this was the level of his power, it would be comparable to the trials that appeared after seven years in the apocalypse.

If he ranked his level in terms of fantasy worlds, it would be definitely S-rank.

If he measured his level and rank in terms of stories, he had already surpassed legends.

‘But he’s also quite exhausted.’

Preston had invested a lot of magic in that one attack, and I could see him heaving his shoulders. But even so, he couldn’t bring down the giant, let alone touch him. We had already exhausted ourselves by breaking through their minions.

‘But still.’

I couldn’t stop.

I had fought enough to survive. I had also fought to save.

Why do I fight? Why don’t I stop?

The answer was always in my heart, never fading away.

“Sir Knight.”

“What is it, Sancho?”

“I’ll make a way for you. A big one.”

“Is that so? I understand.”

Our senses, honed to the extreme by fighting, were so sharp and keen that we could understand each other’s intentions with a short conversation.

It was a strange feeling.

The bond that I vaguely felt when I fought with Kang Hye-rim, Kwon Jia, or Seo Sumin in moments of crisis.

This sense of unity, as if we knew each other’s hearts. Who would have thought that I would feel it here, against these phantasms?

“I’m going.”

“We’re ready here. Sancho.”

Yu-hyun lifted his White Whale.

Don Quixote also gripped his battered spear.

Preston must have sensed something too, as he levitated himself and said.

“Caraculiambro. Hold them off. This time, I’ll finish them for sure.”

“I understand. Preston Nari.”

Caraculiambro raised his club.

Preston gathered his magic and assumed his beast form.

Bang!

Without anyone telling them to, the four moved at the same time.

The first to strike was Yu-hyun.

“Take this───!!”

He threw his White Whale with all his remaining strength.

And then, the follow-up [Kill The Whale].

The huge white harpoon that swelled up exploded into a 230m-long sperm whale and lunged at Caraculiambro and Preston with its dense teeth.

“It’s useless!”

Caraculiambro crossed his four arms and smashed Moby Dick’s head with his club. The collision of the giant and the whale caused a storm around them.

Kugugugung!

The incomplete stratum twisted and cracked.

The cracked ground flew out as if pushed by the shock.

The souls of all the knights who had been passed down from generation to generation were now holding the hilt with him at this moment.

Slash!

With a silver flash, Don Quixote’s sword cut Preston’s body in half.

“Aaargh!”

Preston crumbled into dust along with his scream.

“How could this be... Did we lose?”

Caraculliam Bro, who had been watching the scene blankly, also lost his strength and slowly dropped his head.

His huge flesh soon turned into dust like Preston.

Yu-hyun, who had been wrestling with Caraculliam Bro, realized that his corpse had disappeared and sensed that Don Quixote had won.

“Sir!”

Don Quixote lost his strength and fell. Yu-hyun ran to him and caught his body.

“His wounds are serious.”

Don Quixote’s condition was terrible, no matter how optimistic he tried to be.

His armor was broken, and his body was scorched by magic.

He even lost both of his eyes to blindness.

But he won. We won anyway.

“Sir. Sir! Are you alright? Can you hear me?”

“San...Sancho, is that you?”

“Yes. Sir. It’s me. Are you conscious?”

“Yes. I did... I did win, right?”

“Yes. We won.”

“I see.”

Don Quixote chuckled softly. Then he coughed roughly.

“Sir!”

“Don’t worry, Sancho. This wound is nothing to me.”

“But...”

“Rather, let’s get up quickly.”

“...All right.”

Yu-hyun lent his shoulder to Don Quixote and helped him stand up.

The surroundings were completely overturned, and the ground was destroyed and looked like ruins. But the spire at the top remained intact and unscathed.

‘Where is Rocinante? Rocinante?’

Yu-hyun turned his head to look for the horse that had thrown himself for his master at the last moment.

But his eyes caught the strangeness of this world before Rocinante.

“Huh?”

The world was collapsing.

It looked like the old Ancient Sihwa War was over, and the field was disappearing.

The Divine Spirits were also confused by the sight.

This was an unexpected anomaly that no one had anticipated.

Could it be that they had cleared the Mental Realm with that?

No, this was different.

If they cleared it, this world would disappear with the light clusters. But now it was not that the world was scattering into letters.

Rather, it was closer to peeling off what had been overlaid on the original.

Like smoke from a Phantasm swept away by the wind.

It was returning to its original state.

The original landscape of the world.

“What is this, exactly...”

The mountain full of rocks disappeared.

The spire that had been on the mountaintop faded away like an illusion.

The destroyed ground, the melted peaks, the traces of fierce battles, all returned to their original state.

And what was revealed was a yellowed, withered grassland.

“What’s going on here.”

Why is everything disappearing? Why is it all gone? And what is this?

“Sancho.”

“Sir. This is...”

“I’m sorry.”

Don Quixote smiled faintly, as if he knew what was happening even though he couldn’t see.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I wanted to have adventures forever.”

“Sir... Do you know something?”

“But in the end, it turned out like this. Yes. We had to wake up from our dream someday.”

Yu-hyun swallowed his words at Don Quixote’s words.

Dream? Wake up?

Yu-hyun then remembered what the system had said when he first entered this place.

To wake Don Quixote up from his dream.

In the end, all the adventures and life-threatening fights he had experienced so far.

They were all dreams.

“Leave me behind, Sancho. Your role as a squire is over now.”

Don Quixote said.

This was the end.

This was the final destination of adventure.

‘Could it be...’

Yu-hyun finally realized what kind of ending Don Quixote had in the original novel.

What this man’s fate was.

This world eventually followed the predetermined story.