159. Meeting (5)
The first place where the formed warrior party gathered was the drawing room of the headquarters. Five men. Georg was sitting next to the hero who was sitting in the high table. The saint, Isis, sat across from him, and to his right sat the sorceress, Nella. Isis with her mouth shut and her eyes closed, she looked just like a girl her age, and Nella looked down at the table with her eyes full of miasma. And,
“You’re late.”
A guy with a dangerous smell. He ignored the warrior’s scolding and sat down next to Isis, across from Nella. The smell of blood was thick. Georg thought as he glanced at the mercenary. Black hair, black eyes. An attitude of indifference to the world. A guy who walks around with such a thick smell of blood would say it’s strange that he shows interest in worldly affairs.
“Let’s start.”
Arjen was a rational guy. He was soaked in blood, and as much as he had seen blood shed, he had eyes to see the world. At least Georg felt that way. And above all, aside from his personality, appearance, and other factors, Arjen was strong. He was incredibly strong. To the extent that he surpasses even the mightiest.
“I will solve it myself.”
And, more than I thought, he genuinely cared for his colleagues. Even if it was a party made up of people who had no contact points. And, there was also a subtle emotional aspect. That was the impression Georg had of Arjen.
-Never, for absurd reasons, he was not the one to point his sword at others.
Bang-!!
His left arm is numb. Georg looked at Arjen, who was pressing down on his shield. The dark red aura scattered with fragmented light, dyeing his eyes red with madness.
“A solid shield is a nuisance.”
Georg put more power into his left upper arm. Arjen did not back down easily. As if trying to pierce the shield with the sword that touched them, they were rather resisting and pushing against Georg’s power. He cannot be pushed away The shield loses its function once pushed away. Arjen must know him too.
“Kwaaap-!!”
Georg let out a cheer and drew his mace. Arjen clicked his tongue, drew his sword, and stepped back from him. Daphne and Marianne in the back. The two are helping the guards recover. Until the two escaped the aftermath of the attack, Georg had to deal with the monster alone.
“You have always been an honest guy. Even after I was exiled, it remained until the end.”
Arjen seemed overcome with rage. For Georg, his anger was something he missed the right time to vent.
“That is the ethics of a knight, and the courtesy of a party member. Don’t be so arrogant as if you were everything at the party.”
Georg sighed and straightened his posture. He planted his feet on the ground and thrust his shield forward. The guards put their spears forward and slowly began to narrow the encirclement.
“Put down your sword, Arjen. Even now, it is not too late.”
“No, it’s late. At the very least, it’s really late, you stupid bastards who don’t know anything.”
Arjen shook his head and smiled bitterly. The aura on the sword is getting thicker and thicker. The light and space shimmered as a mirage due to the compressed magic power.
“I will not be interested in your life or death. Even if I try to explain it, you won’t understand.”
Life soared. The current Arjen can kill people just like killing insects simply by pointing the tip of his spear at him. Georg judged that and raised his hand.
“All! Stay away!”
Georg’s voice resounded in the middle of the capital’s streets, and the soldiers stopped on the spot. Arjen watched the scene and a coy smile formed on his lips.
“But, Captain! Reinforcements will come soon. The strongest knights of the royal capital are coming.”
“I will try to stop them by myself until they come. You guys take Daphne and Marianne and retreat.”
Arjen planted his sword in the ground and listened to the conversation. The soldiers were hesitant, unable to do this or that at Georg’s firm command.
“It’s scary. The best knights in the royal capital are flocking to catch me.”
The soldiers haven’t retreated yet. Georg gulped down his drink to hide his nervousness. The initiative belongs to Arjen. Georg watched everything and waited. Arjen doesn’t move. He was making the atmosphere more ominous.
“Then how about this?”
Arjen pulled out the sword stuck in the ground.
“I’m afraid of the knights coming in, so let’s run away.”
Georg’s pupils narrowed. And Arjen’s model faded. Georg’s head turned in the direction Arjen had jumped. He drew a dark red line in the air like a sword or brush. The line ran through the guards’ necks, arms, waists, thighs, and chests. Fresh blood gushed out belatedly along the sword path.
“This- crazy man!!”
Georg jumped after Arjen. Reason, rationality, context. He didn’t have time to think about what was going on. Arjen was a sudden gust of wind. A whirlwind with a sword. A sharp wind that rips flesh and pulverizes bones. Georg threw himself into the wind.
Zeng-!!
The weapons collided. Aura and aura were crushed and scattered fire. Georg clung even harder. Arjen’s sword must not leak. At that moment, another person dies.
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Georg slammed the mace down from above with his size and weight. Arjen did not fight back this time. He shed, dodged and moved his feet. The guards tried to drive spear blades into Arjen’s back as they ran away, and each time they did so, the soldier’s body was cut along with the spear rod. Arjen did not exert any effort in dealing with Georg, nor did he exert any effort in dealing with the soldiers.
“Ha ha ha. It’s like a fire moth.”
Like a crawfish running through a lake, Arjen pushed through the people. Georg gnashed his teeth and whipped his heart even more. His body felt a little lighter. Speed up Georg arrived at the feet of Arjen, who was moving leisurely. Georg pushed his shield and pinned Arjen to the building. Arjen’s eyes showed a moment of surprise, and they met the falling mace.
Bang-!!
The building just exploded and collapsed. Georg lifted his mace to deliver one more blow before Arjen escaped, but nothing was left in his wreckage.
“Slow, Georg. It’s been a while.”
The voice comes from behind. Georg instinctively swung his arm back. Arjen took it slowly as if he had waited for him. Georg’s eyes and Arjen’s gaze were locked in a struggle. Georg saw the smile disappear from Arjen’s eyes.
“What do you think the world will be like in the future?”
“I didn’t know you were the kind of person who would worry about that.”
Arjen pushed Georg away.
“You don’t know anything about what lurks behind that salvation. I mean, no one in the world knows him.”
Arjen thrust his sword. He could hear the sound of a hurried run coming from far away. It is the sign of the knights. Arjen waited for a sign with a tired expression.
“This is not very interesting either. You just wield the power you have.”
The arrived knights took out their weapons. Sword, spear, halberd, mace. The sound of metal creaking and fighting, murderous intent and fury filled the street.
“You don’t know that those feelings are useless.”
Arjen was a cliff on the seashore, and the aura of the knights was blue. The more the waves come and crash, the sharper the cliff becomes. Arjen’s gaze scanned the articles one after another, analyzing and grasping their skills. Is he looking for odds? Arjen stood still and looked like he was estimating,
“-! Has disappeared!”
“Where are you!”
He hid the new model.
Suddenly!
An eerie metallic sound rang out. A bright red line was drawn around the neck of the knight at the head of the ranks. Shiver. Fresh blood flowed from his neck and his head fell to the ground almost at the same time.
“This crazy-!!”
“Get him!”
Arjen suddenly appeared in the middle of the group of knights. His weapons don’t tangle. The knights were not disturbed. As if recalling memories of training together as knight cadets, they fought against Arjen with a unified movement. He puts forward the bearer of the shield. The one with the sword joins the one with the spear and complements each other’s strengths and weaknesses. Resonate the aura to further strengthen it.
“It seems like nonsense to say that the king is the best knight.”
The theft even briefly surprised Arjen. The knights became a single organism and transformed into a system solely to kill Arjen.
“Head.”
A concise word, or name. Aiming at Arjen’s head, his five spears rushed. A spear with power equal to that of a battering ram flies faster than an arrow. Arjen swung his sword wide, deflecting three and spilling one or two. Then, a pair of halberds rose with the momentum to rip him apart.
Slashing blade. Aura and aura that touch. The resulting shockwave pushed the knights back.
“That guy. They’re colliding hard to create a shockwave on purpose.”
Muttered Georg. It would be a really good method when dealing with a large number of people, but the knights’ auras are by no means low. It wouldn’t be too much of a burden on yourself.
“Looks like it’s become a bit of a fight now.”
Arjen’s voice was coming from above. It was already too late when the knights raised their heads at the same time and looked up. A web of auras swirling in dark red pours out. The knights spread out and tried to block Arjen’s attack. Those who did not have enough skills were cut down and fell to the floor bleeding.
“Not as much as I expected.”
Arjen descended. When the foot touched his floor, another shock wave broke the center of the knights. Even in one-to-many situations, he was never in a hurry. Starting with the unbalanced knight, he shrewdly moved so that he could not take a pincer attack, as if gnawing away his metallurgical power.
Cut, cut again. There were some blocking articles, but they couldn’t stand it for a few rounds and collapsed. All the blood that flowed was the blood of the knights. Georg was cut once. Perhaps poison had been applied to his sword, and his wounds were terribly bitter and throbbing. And at one point, the knights and Arjen formed a strange confrontation like a wolf surrounding a bear.
“I have a question.”
Arjen looked around at the knights and opened his mouth.
“Do you guys really believe that a hero can save this world?”
“Stop talking nonsense!”
An old knight cut off Arjen immediately and stepped out.
“The hero was chosen by the holy sword. And defeated the four plagues. After seeing it with your own two eyes, why are you still talking about it rather than trusting someone!”
The knights sympathized with the old knight and made a menacing sound of clashing their weapons. The hero is now in the realm of inviolability to the people of the royal capital. Arjen felt him and sighed.
“How is that different from saving the world with the Holy Sword? It is not a person who saves you.”
Arjen said as if warning.
“Remember. You don’t know what you depend on. When the moment comes when you know that, so that you can understand my actions….”
“Dozens of knights and guards you have killed so far.”
It was Georg’s voice that interrupted Arjen’s words. Georg roughly stopped the flow of blood and started walking towards Arjen.
“You just slashed and killed the same number of knights as those sacrificed to the entire comet.”
Georg’s words were full of murder and anger. A completely different, thick aura was leaking from Georg’s feet.
“You don’t even have the right to open your mouth.”
Arjen looked at Georg and raised the corner of his mouth as if mocking. Georg roared and ran away. Georg’s aura gradually darkened from blue to dark blue. Even if you are emotionally charged, you must remain calm. Georg thrust his shield forward.
Zeng-!!
I couldn’t avoid it, I couldn’t shed it. Arjen frowned slightly at the shock of coming straight for the first time. Georg’s speed changed. Pushed It leaves drag marks on the floor. The speed didn’t match. He had to draw more power to get the timing right.
Bang-!! Bang-!!
Dozens of battles came and went in seconds. Forward with the shield, and with the mace for stiffness after blocking. Georg attacked and blocked as his instincts led him. He just needs to go a little further. Little bit more-
Sureuk.
“I was quite impressed.”
Upper arm. I could feel his blood flowing. The wound was not deep.
“The bastard!!”
I had to forcefully move my body and hit the attack. Raise your shield and –
Poof.
Wielding a mace.
Hook.
If it doesn’t work, I’ll force myself to push myself.
Suck. Hooked visor.
“aaa!!!”
Suddenly.
Blood splattered. It was his own blood, Georg realized as he fell to the ground. Hey, why am I collapsing? Why is my body out of balance? I couldn’t set my feet on the ground. Is there something wrong with my right leg?
Puffed up.
Georg’s giant fell to the ground. Blood is flowing from all over his body. He feels the gaze looking down on him. Where he looked up, Arjen was staring at him expressionlessly.
“You seem destined to die somewhere in the end.”
Dying? Georg pondered over Arjen’s words blankly in his blurry vision. The sword in his hand rose high.
“Goodbye. It is a courtesy as an old colleague.”
Fall. The sword, death comes down.
Zeng-!!
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Arjen’s sword was blocked in the air. Arjen put on a fishy smile and pressed his sword harder, but the other blade that blocked his path did not budge.
“At last, you appeared.”
A warrior.
Illroy’s expression was something Georg had never seen before. For the first time, a murderous intent dwelled in the hero’s eyes. The world held its breath. Even time seemed to pass very slowly, watching him. Arjen smiled very calmly and turned his head.
“It’s been a while, hero-“
Bang.
And then, with the greeting, Arjen was shot into the sky, scattering blood.