Love Letter From The Future chapter 122

2. The Lord is with you (43)

Memories are jumbled together.

My brain was dyed with turbid colors as if paints were mixing, and my breathing became rough. The sound of a beating heart rang in my ears.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar landscape surfaced.

The meadow soaked with blood gave off an ominous atmosphere by itself. Even the corpses that covered the ground felt like a comforting cotton blanket.

A large crowd of people stood on top of it.

The man pushed through the crowd and hurriedly moved on. It was an anxious look. As they moved forward, the muffled noise subsided.

He crawled through the crowd and made his way to the end, and soon joined the ranks of silence.

It was a miraculous sight.

Even tens of thousands of troops could not stop the monsters, who had collapsed as a handful of ash. The monsters that had cleaned off the contamination returned to their human form and met their death with peaceful faces.

The grasses trampled by the boots grew thickly and the field was green. Only then did the man realize that the season was spring.

And beyond that, there was. A woman who fell, leaning against a tree.

He was the person I was looking for so much. The sight of her collapsed with her hands clasped and a cozy smile on her face was as if a piece of the torch had been removed.

Yes, it was terribly beautiful. As always.

The man didn’t even show a slight movement for a while. There was no sign that the breath he had inhaled could even be exhaled. He was silent for a while, then hesitatingly took a step.

The sound of a beating heart pounded on my eardrums with each step I took slowly and barely.

Finally standing in front of the woman, he leaned his upper body. Even if he put his ear to the tip of the woman’s nose, he could not hear anything.

The sweet breath that swayed on the bed, the voice that whispered love, nothing.

Nothing was heard.

Staggering, the man backed away. And he looked down at the woman with desperate eyes.

dead.

Is this the end of that proud obedience?

I couldn’t figure out why the woman was laughing. The only thing I gained by throwing my life away like a sacrifice was to leave a little more grace period in the unstoppable history that is running toward destruction.

I wanted to inquire.

Why are you making such a calm face? What will happen to the Eastern Front you left? And why did you have to leave me alone?

Numerous languages boiled like a furnace, burning my brain white. He stammered, and his swollen lips looked as if he would spit out accusatory words at any moment.

But in the end it didn’t work out.

Instead, the man gritted his teeth and said.

“… … aide.”

The woman, who had been staring at the corpse while standing behind the man, bowed her head in amazement.

“yes.”

“Send a dispatch to Jedo. The withdrawal operation of the Eastern Front was successful. and… … .”

Blazing golden eyes floated in the air.

The woman called the adjutant immediately stiffened her body and bowed her head even more as soon as she met those eyes.

“… … Humanity has lost one more Master.”

The adjutant turned around and ran without delay. The man stared blankly at his back, then looked around.

The soldiers who saved their lives at someone’s sacrifice were kneeling one by one.

Soon their hands were joined. Thus began the most solemn worship in praise of the heavenly gods.

The sight of tens of thousands of troops reciting prayers at once was truly spectacular.

But only one, the man did not kneel.

He strode through the kneeling army. Destruction was approaching moment by moment, and there was no gap to pray to him.

he just thought While gritting my clenched teeth, I was only repeating myself endlessly in the thought circuit distorted by hatred and bitterness.

All of them must be killed.

It didn’t matter if it was a beast, a demon, a dark priest, or even a mythical monster.

You must kill them all.

All.

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A darkened consciousness came to mind. The sound of his breathing had calmed down before he knew it.

A pleasant tension was felt at the fingertips. In the middle of the dull flow of time, I was standing.

I had no idea. My brain was cold and my senses were more sensitive than ever.

A flesh seed was attacking me. Toxic liquid trickled down from the gaping mouth.

The distance was already close. At first glance, it seemed too late.

There was not even a hint of movement in my body yet. There was no sign of tension between the loose muscles.

But I instinctively realized. This standing posture is the seed of all movement.

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Jeongjungdong (停中動).

Right before the flesh seed’s claws touch, time stops.

Between that stopped time, only my sword swam alone. In an instant, the sword fell to the lower left.

I remembered a scene I had seen a long time ago. Delphine-senpai and Seria drew their swords from this position.

And that moment when time began to flow again.

Kieee

A grievous scream broke out.

Four pieces of flesh seed rolled across the ground. Blood was gushing out. Before I knew it, three lines of silver claw marks were engraved in the air.

It was dazzling speed. All three sword paths drawn at the same time were real grass. The flesh seed, which wriggled and struggled, died belatedly with its head split in half.

Yurdina family’s secret feast, the golden sword.

Seria’s eyes widened as she recognized the identity, but even that was only for a moment.

It was because the rest of the flesh seeds started jumping and running along the walls of the cave.

I didn’t know what the principle was. The only thing that was certain was that a few were passing me by, and a few were rushing at me.

A shout and the sound of metal colliding came from behind. It was the beginning of a full-scale battle.

In the meantime, I sighed and took a deep breath.

Fierce hostility was burning in his chest. Originally, it was normal for the head to become hot. But it was strange. The more her heart simmered, the colder her head became.

It was a strange sensation. This feeling of being possessed by an old soldier who has crossed countless lines of death.

And when I opened my eyes again, a silver trail cut through the darkness.

It was a blow fired like a beam of light. The head of one of the flesh seeds that was charging from my left side was pierced. The fluttering flesh seed finally held my sword body in its own hand.

It seemed like he was trying to get in the way. As if to prove this, one flesh seed immediately kicked off the ceiling of the cave and jumped right in front of me, and one on the right side.

There was no time to wrestle with the sword. I kicked away the flesh seed that had been pierced by the sword and dangling with the sword stuck in it, drew out the hatchet and stretched out my arm to the right.

The claws of the flesh seeds that brushed my slightly twisted body, and soon the head came within range of me.

The flesh seed’s bone pain exploded with a pop. Brain water and blood splashed in all directions, scattering a fishy smell.

But that wasn’t the end. I gritted my teeth and tightened the hand that held the hatchet lodged in the side of the flesh seed.

The flesh seed’s skull trembled and resisted, but no matter how much it endured, the end was fixed.

The silver trail connects horizontally.

The head of the flesh seed that was cut in half flew through the sky. My hatchet, thrown along with him, lodged in the forehead of the Flesh Seed that charged from the right.

The speed was so fast that it felt as if the sword road that had been cut horizontally was extended all the way. At once, three flesh seeds lost their lives.

It was a wild battle that gave in to fury. His eyes, burning with excitement, were stained red. His panting breath gave off a sweet scent.

In return, there was no more armament left in my hand.

It didn’t matter. Now, I bent my upper body backwards to deal with the flesh seeds attacking from behind.

Then, the flesh seeds passed by on top of me. Of course, I had no intention of leaving him like this.

He raised his upper body as if he were bouncing up, and wrapped his arms around the flesh seed’s shoulder. Then, using that momentum, he slammed the flesh seed into the ground with all his might.

Kieeck!

A thud, along with a shockwave, the flesh seed let out a howl of pain. Before the flesh seed came to its senses, I thrust my fist into the monster’s face.

Even a slight euphoria flashed in my eyes as I unhesitatingly inflicted raw violence.

Kwajik, Kkwak, Kwadudeuk.

A creepy noise echoes every time a fist is struck.

The first fist engulfed the nose, the second fist engulfed the blood, and the last fist engulfed the skull and caused the brain to flow.

And just three punches were enough to end the life of the monster.

The price was harsh. Perhaps it was because I spent too much time punching, but before I knew it, a flesh seed approached my back.

It was too late to turn around and straighten up. I raised my right hand slightly.

Then, with a thump, he felt the heavy weight in his hand.

It was a hatchet. The ax that was hidden in the forehead of one flesh seed was summoned using Jung Jung-dong’s trick.

Of course, it involved complex calculations.

Even if you use the technique of Jungjungdong, the trajectory is determined at the time of the first throw. Therefore, it meant that it was only possible to retrieve such an elaborate hand ax if you knew how the battle would go later.

But it was a story that didn’t apply to me.

I was just throwing and swinging, relying on my instincts. So did my next move.

As if collapsing, I turned around and drove the hatchet into the Flesh Seed’s neck. Blood gushed out and soaked my face.

The flesh seed with the hatchet lodged in its neck couldn’t even scream properly. I put strength into my arm, planted the flesh seed on the ground, and climbed on top of it.

What followed was simple. It was enough to swing the hatchet until death.

Kwajik, kwak, kwaddeuk.

Every time he swung the hatchet, it made a crushing sound. It was accompanied by the screams of the flesh seeds.

Blood, bone fragments, and brain fluid splashed out, coloring the field of view in all kinds of colors.

shortness of breath My heart was beating so fast that my chest felt tight.

have to kill

It was a kind of obsession. I gritted my teeth and hit the hatchet again and again.

The body of the flesh seed convulsed, and soon after even the slightest movement disappeared, even though no sound could be heard anymore.

Only the creepy sound of an ax cutting through flesh echoed through the empty cavern. Still, I couldn’t stop.

if it weren’t for these

If it wasn’t for these monsters, I could have lived.

There was no need to refer to anyone. Everyone could have lived.

All of that, if it weren’t for these monsters!

Unknown hostility burrowed into the blood vessels of the brain at random. Like the roots of a tree rooted in the ground, hatred and resentment swelled as if they would explode.

I felt like going crazy.

“… … These bastards are real!!”

Someone grabbed my hand as I raised the hatchet while shouting that.

My ferocious gaze turned to the side. There, Celine was standing there, looking at me with trembling eyes.

“That, stop… brother. It’s already over.”

Are you done?

My startled gaze scanned my surroundings. It was as it was said.

The corpses of a little over ten flesh seeds were strewn about. All of them had their heads blown out. And more than half of them were corpses I made.

Only then did my mind come back. My eyes slid toward the flesh seed I was striking with the hatchet.

The shape was already unrecognizable. It wasn’t even minced meat. Crushed flesh, brains, and bone fragments were mixed in, and the vagina flowed like soup.

I had nothing to say. Why the hell did I do that?

I staggered to my feet, breathing heavily. When I turned around, everyone in the party was looking at me with fearful eyes.

Among them, seniors Elsie and Delphine were in the most serious condition. She didn’t fall to the ground, but Elsie-senpai was giggling and trying to hold back her tears.

Delphine-senpai’s face was pale. If left as is, it would make you vomit.

Silence settled in the cave.