Chapter 299. The thing that swallowed the myth (3)
“They f*ck, did they run in groups!”
Swearing words came out of Hurtlocker’s mouth as he mounted his horse and rode at full speed.
The Heart Locker, who joined the Kingdom Army and participated in the great battle against the rebels, found a detached unit sneaking out behind them.
After 10 minutes of chasing them, the chase continued until now.
Of course, if they were simple deserters, they wouldn’t have pursued them so desperately.
The problem was the destination ahead.
“Let’s starve to death together, what!”
In front of you is an endless wheat field.
As the kingdom’s largest granary, if attacked before harvest, starvation would follow one after another this winter.
You’re out of your mind.
I couldn’t think of anything else.
If you enter the wheat field, you cannot use fire magic, so you had to be careful before arriving.
“Go.”
As Hurt Locker touched his horse’s neck, a vast amount of magical energy began to seep into his horse’s internal circuitry.
The horse, which accelerated in an instant, immediately caught up to the rear of the detached team.
“Ooh. Did you bring your matches too?”
At that time, fire magic spells began to unfold here and there.
It seemed that they had come prepared very well to sweep the granary.
It was the moment when dozens of detached units spread out and were about to jump into the wheat field.
“Wow!”
“Oops?!”
At that moment, the necks of the horses galloping at full speed suddenly broke and their heads were smashed.
As if hitting a transparent wall.
The wizards who were thrown off their horses stood up with a groan, but-
“Oh?”
Without even time to leave a will, everyone was decapitated and collapsed again.
In front of a wheat field lined with corpses.
Hurlocker’s expression wrinkled as he inadvertently brushed the blood off his sword.
“Eh… Wheat grown by drinking blood doesn’t taste good.”
The wheat was stained with dirty blood.
Still, I was barely able to stop the wheat fields from burning.
Perhaps it was Yangdong who turned against the riot forces, and this one was the real one.
The moment Hurt Locker was about to get back on his horse and return to the front line-
-Southern······ crackling. ······Dog.
A communication that appeared to be a woman’s voice came through.
The state of communication has been like this ever since.
It seems that some kind of communication jamming is taking place, but this is the first time I’ve seen it happen on such a wide scale.
It must have been due to the magic spell cast by Mine.
“Damn it. I’m going to die of sin.”
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I was the bait.
Bait to lure out demons.
Schluss Heinkel never said that, but he had already noticed.
Obviously, the rebellion in the kingdom was quite threatening.
Because an unexpected warlord started a rebellion, and the whole kingdom almost lost food for the winter just like this.
However, compared to the appearance of demons, it was an extremely small threat.
Then there were two options.
Concentrate on suppressing the rebellion here as the last order of Schluss.
Or go back to the islands, find out where the mines appeared, and go there to apply.
“I must leave.”
The answer was fixed.
If Mine didn’t appear here and even her communication was down, it was highly likely that Mine appeared from the south and was not letting the news reach the North.
I thought Schluss Heinkel would take care of it, but I still couldn’t help but go to support.
“Let’s go. To the islands-“
“Where are you going?”
At that very moment, a frightening sensation felt behind Hurtlocker’s back, and Hurtlocker took a combat stance and looked back.
A person who shouldn’t be here.
Schlus Heinkel stood there unconcerned.
This must have been a teleportation spell.
Spells that can only be used once when a group of mages gather together…
“Follow me, Heart Locker.”
“Huh?! What do you mean? Mine is now in the south…!”
“How did they know that the traveler appeared in the south? We have to go catch Alexia sooner than that.”
I was grabbed by the scruff of the neck as it was by Schluss.
He was talking incomprehensible.
If you’re going to go, you’re going alone. Why are you bringing me in?
“Go alone! Are you scared even though you have the power of two devils!”
“Who wants to help you fight? It’s because you have something to deal with.”
“Something needs to be taken care of?”
Schlus’ footsteps stopped.
Hurt Locker was then able to stand upright on his own two feet and look Schluse straight in the eyes.
Schlus Heinkel was resolute as always.
But now, I could figure it out.
Underneath a seemingly resolute expression, there is a deep tension and fear.
So strong, what on earth are you afraid of?
“Yes. If my prediction is correct, what is interrupting the communication is not a magic spell.”
“That’s what I agree with. It’s already been pouring out such ridiculous output for half a day, and there’s no way there’s a spell that can withstand that much magic.”
“The thing emitting magic waves is the thing that swallowed the myth. There is a high probability that it is one of them.”
The stuff that swallowed the myth?
It was something I had heard before.
It is said that objects that have become famous enough to create myths over a long period of time have special powers…
Durandal, the sword that cuts through dimensions, and the demonic sword nestled in the right arm of Schlus were the things that were said to have swallowed representative myths.
I can’t believe there’s another one like that.
It was the first time.
“I can’t get close to it.”
“Why?”
“My eye condition is like this. If you go close to it to neutralize it, it will quickly drain all its magical energy. You, who has good eyesight, neutralize it.”
“Is that all? If that’s the case, I’ll leave it to someone else and I’m going to participate in the traveler capture-“
“It’s something only you can do, Heart Locker.”
Chin.
A Schluss hand rested on his shoulder.
He always said that it had to be me, and he dragged me everywhere.
In the end, it all turned out to be no big deal, that I didn’t have to be.
But I had a vague feeling that this time it would be different.
“So where is the destination?”
“Over there. Snow mountain.”
“I see. Uh… Ah…?”
“Release your body.”
Awkward.
The grip of the schluss on his shoulder suddenly became stronger.
Then, with the other hand, I squeezed the back of the clothes again.
An ominous energy came over me.
“What are you doing right now? As if you’re trying to break in…”
“Why did you ask?”
“Yes, it was.”
“Your lung capacity is rather good. To the level of a non-human.”
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“I’ll follow you soon. Go first and find the thing that swallowed the myth I told you about and neutralize it.”
“No, this is mooseuuu!!!”
Pain.
With a roar that rips through the air, Hurtlocker’s body soared into the sky in an instant.
Toward the high snowy mountains.
Toward that snowy mountain that the human body is suffocating and unable to climb.
Toward the snowy mountain with an ancient temple at the top, the Heart Locker flew in a parabola.
***
Southern colonies.
The traveler’s pupils dilated as he glared at Trier.
“Judgment Day…?!”
The sword of an old friend, Gawain, was in the daughter’s hand.
A long, sharp blade and a rough handle.
And the almost unique decoration, the magic stone at the end of the handle.
I could never know.
Well, Judgment Day was a sword that the traveler custom-made in the village next to Wist Forest and gave to Gawain as a gift.
It was made by an excellent forge master using the highest quality materials, so it was a perfect sword.
However, if you ask if Judgment Day was an exceptionally good sword, the Traveler will shake its head.
Judgment Day belonged to the axis of meeting the owner well.
The sword itself was one of the most common and top-notch swords, but the achievements made by Gawain who wielded it transcended human limitations.
Of course, Judgment Day became famous along with Gawain.
A sword with special powers.
Or a legendary sword.
But Judgment Day must have been lost along with Gawain’s disappearance, so how?
“That’s not Judgment Day.”
“That’s right. My father’s sword is right.”
“No. The essence is different.”
“·······.”
It was seen through the demon’s eyes.
The shallow nature of the sword.
The sword was definitely Judgment Day, but it was not Judgment Day.
There was only one thing that could create such a contradictory situation.
“Bappe······!”
Bafé.
It was one of the swords sealed in ancient times when the war between demons and humans was in full swing.
The barfe changes into the most suitable type of weapon for the user.
In the case of Schluss Heinkel, it turned into a sword of light that cuts through anything, a demonic sword.
By the way, the barfe was now in the hands of Trier, not the Schluss.
‘The sword is light.’
On the other hand, Triae, holding on to Judgment Day, couldn’t help but admire inwardly.
It was twice as big as the one I usually hold, but it didn’t feel heavy at all.
As if it was a sword that had been held for a long time, it fit snugly into the hand without feeling awkward at all.
I knew instinctively.
The way he holds it will be the same as his father’s.
It didn’t matter at all except that the essence was superficial.
Trie has already found the perfect sword she has been searching for her whole life.
‘The momentum has changed.’
Trie’s posture began to change little by little.
It was such a subtle change that the general public would not notice the difference.
The traveler’s mouth burst into laughter as he saw his changing posture as his toes twisted.
At some point, Trier’s attitude was far from what the traveler had taught him.
A disciple who doesn’t listen.
A troublemaker who always changed what I taught him to suit his taste.
Gawain’s posture and movements were completely followed by the female knight in front of him.
It was like dealing with Gawain in his lifetime.
‘With Gawain once again…’
Only once.
You can fight once again with the lost swordsmanship that once defeated the traveler.
It was the moment when the traveler was excited at the thought of being able to win and lose with a duel once again.
His radar caught a fast-moving hair ball.
A mocking smile crossed Trier’s lips.
“Damn it! Gawain’s daughter! What are you doing at the last minute after you’ve done well!”
“Heh. Who said he would fight alone?”
“Kiyaaagh!”
Trie’s new model rushed in quickly.
At the same time, a beastman rushed in from behind with a scream.
A beastman holding a sword in a monstrous way, devoid of any elegance or order.
That’s all.
Above my head, the magic of the barrier was unfolding in an instant.
So far, it’s all about earning time.
Didn’t Gawain’s daughter inherit Gawain’s nobility?
The traveler swung his sword while shedding bloody tears.