Silence found.
Even after Thebeus’ head fell to the floor, everyone stopped for a moment as if time had stopped.
A situation no one expected.
Both sides had no choice but to be silent as they watched Thebeus suddenly cut off.
The faces of Patrick and Crow, who instinctively blocked the attack, were also embarrassed.
‘Sorry.’
Like that or not, I was just sorry.
In an ambush, he tried to decapitate Thebeus, Patrick, and Crow at the same time.
It shook off all the psionic energy it possessed and blew it away as sharp as the wind.
But only Thebeus died and the other two were fine.
‘I heard that when you become a sword master, your sense of mana rises like crazy. Wasn’t that wrong?’
Croft is such a monstrous strong man that it was surprising that the two of them could block the blade of the shadowless spear.
Extremely developed senses.
I had heard that those with good senses could avoid things they couldn’t feel, but it seemed like they were greedy for trying to send the two sword masters away at the same time.
‘I think it will be possible if I increase the amount of nano machines.’
Even if you can block it sensibly, there is a limit.
Even more so, when preparing for a surprise attack, you cannot use 100% of your strength.
If you rely on momentary wit, your efficiency will also decrease.
It was judged that if the amount of nanomachines was further increased, it would be enough to take the sword master’s life in an ambush.
Also, the amount of nanomachines I’ve mastered right now is slightly more than the 4th circle for a wizard. It was a sheep that circulated through the heart four times.
The lowest level that can be registered in the Mage Tower.
It wasn’t that difficult if it was only to increase quantity, not quality.
It’s because you can control the runaway nanomachines.
Tuk-tuk.
I dusted off my clothes, walked leisurely, entered the carriage, and sat cross-legged.
‘did my best. Take care of the rest.’
It’s not my nature to roll over and fight.
It was an attack that swept away all of the nanomachines.
It takes time for the energy of the unauthorized nanomachines to recharge.
He has stamina, but it’s insane to hold a sword and set it up in the gap between those monsters.
“······ Untitled Chang?”
Patrick. he asked Crow.
You want to make sure that what you feel is correct.
Crow nodded.
There was no presence of a third person felt around him.
If it was a trap dug in advance, there was no way he wouldn’t feel it either.
It’s the magic of the shadowless window.
who the hell
‘There is one wizard in a spirit state.’
Spirit, magic that can only be used by wizards of the 8th circle. It is a kind of awakening.
A state that drastically reduces the time of chanting and allows you to freely handle the flow of mana. So, unlike other wizards, the 8th circle wizards were able to engage in close combat.
Several spells could be overlapped, and there was also a way to twist them and make them go out with a time difference.
If a wizard and a sword master of that level fought, it would be safe to say that it was almost a fight of numbers.
However, even those 8th circle wizards basically performed ‘chanting’.
So the prosecutors can also prepare.
‘Did it shoot out of my detection area?’
Another move is long-range sniping.
However, this also makes no sense.
Mana controlled by the heart has a short duration. At most, the limit is to shoot from a few hundred meters away. And at that distance, there was no way he couldn’t catch it.
Muyoungchang.
If it’s possible, it’s a great wizard who knows how to use spirits.
However, why did that prince sitting in the carriage get stepped on in the eyes?
In this silence and heaviness, only Prince Reinhardt seemed to be alone in another world.
That composure, that self-confidence is strangely bothering me.
“Retreat for now…”
“Demons of the Empire!”
Patrick clicked his tongue.
I let out an aura and hit the flying halberd.
thud!
A huge halberd stuck to the ground.
It is a special material that cannot be cut even with an auror.
‘Damn it, Pagan…’
Come to think of it, there was also Pagan.
Damn Thebeus. Even if he died, he was of no help.
If it wasn’t for the son of Archduke Carlos, he would have killed him right away.
It’s a crazy party with not only Croft, but also the 8th Circle Archmage of Pagan.
It doesn’t make sense to come here to hold such a party with only this number of people.
They wanted to retreat, but Pagan seemed unwilling to let them go.
“Crow, you take charge of Pagan.”
“I will.”
A monster that jumped in and tore the knights to pieces with both hands in an instant.
Common sense and conversation did not work with the Pagans.
All of them are powerful, and their power far exceeds that of humans, but Patrick and Crow have already killed dozens of Pagans.
Crow leaped towards Pagan.
In the blink of an eye, the knife was thrust into Pagan’s back.
“I will slaughter them all! Demons of the Empire!”
But, like Pagan, there seemed to be no pain.
That skin, thick as steel, couldn’t be properly cut with an aura.
However, Crow skillfully dodged Pagan’s attacks and accumulated damage.
Leaving the two running amok, Patrick caught his breath and looked at Croft.
‘I can’t back down.’
Thebes is dead.
If Croft and Reinhardt were to be missed right in front of him, Archduke Carlos would not stand by.
Above all, Croft also seemed unwilling to let them go.
“Sir Croft. I will show my respect, the one who was the strongest swordsman on earth.”
Patrick opened his mouth to drive it to a 1:1 situation.
If the Archmage intervenes, this fight won’t be easy.
I also care about the magic of the shadowless window.
However, if it was 1:1, there was a good chance.
Although it is said to be the strongest, that is also a thing of the past.
The words of the prosecutor, who was well past his prime, were obvious.
‘It was well over 20 years ago that Croft went through a real fight. Since then, Croft’s skills, which have only been in the palace, are obvious.’
It was a good 20 years ago that I had a real fight with a real strongman.
Afterwards, he settled in the palace and spent a comfortable old age teaching knights.
A prosecutor who has lost his sense of tension and even his physical health.
It was once the strongest, but now it is time to return that position to the next generation.
Even more so, Patrick went through several life-and-death battlefields every day.
Due to the circle training method and swordsmanship handed down in the Grand Duke family of Carlos, he was able to become one of the strongest swordsmen.
“… the strongest swordsman.”
Croft nodded.
The continent was peaceful, but on the contrary, outstanding swordsmen were constantly being produced.
Patrick is one of them.
One of the prosecutors who are talked about as being compared to their past self.
I am qualified enough to say that.
Croft felt the dead cells come back to life.
It was a fighting spirit.
‘His Highness Reinhardt made the choice.’
Also, Croft knew who the magic of the shadowless window came from.
Prince Reinhardt killed Thebeus.
That too, he made a choice by killing it all at once, without any doubt.
We will not avoid an all-out war with Archduke Carlos.
Afterwards, he climbed into the wagon and watched the battlefield at his leisure, waiting for his decision.
‘Are you going to follow me or not… are you saying I should make that choice now?’
A war with Archduke Carlos is something the emperor does not want.
Emperor Deus was afraid of Archduke Carlos.
To support Deus, Croft remained in the palace, erasing himself and remaining as a shadow.
However, if they remain silent, the empire will fall into the hands of Archduke Carlos.
Right now, Reinhardt is asking Croft.
Will you sink quietly or will you fight fiercely?
Are you the emperor or yourself?
No matter how much Reinhardt has changed, this is a completely different matter.
“I don’t think we can send them alive.”
“I’ll learn a lesson, Lord Croft.”
Patrick smiled.
Kill the strongest and become the true strongest.
This fact will spread far and wide throughout the continent.
People will be enthusiastic about the emergence of a new powerhouse. A new hero has appeared, and everyone will unite and call their name ‘Broken Throat’.
Read at noblemtl.com
Just imagining it made me feel hot already.
An aura rose from Patrick’s sword.
At the same time.
Swoop!
Croft’s body began to swell.
The muscles were regenerating.
Not only.
An aura that rises from the whole body.
The white aura that bloomed like a haze wrapped around Croft, shining like the sun.
‘······ What is that, that.’
Patrick’s hands trembled slightly.
It was instinct.
The survival instinct that any weak human being would show in the face of a huge beast.
This is nonsense.
Croft was called the strongest 20 years ago, but now he is an old man who has grown old.
If mana is accumulated in the body for a long time, it will corrode and disappear.
But what the hell is that amount, that ridiculous amount of aura?
‘It’s like the sun…’
Patrick had never seen such a dazzling aura.
There was only one word that came to mind.
‘monster.’
Who called him an outdated prosecutor?
Croft was still in his prime 20 years later.
No, rather, it looked stronger than when it was called the heyday.
Those muscles can hardly be seen as those of an old man. The amount of aura has already exceeded the human category.
A monster that has no other explanation than the word monster.
gulp!
Patrick swallowed.
***
It was violence.
It would be good to see it as one-sided bullying by the strong.
Croft’s true skill was something I had never seen before.
‘If he had stayed in the palace, Malfiel wouldn’t have invaded the palace so easily.’
If he had been there, he would have cut off at least one of Malfiel’s wrists.
However, Croft never showed his skills.
It was the same when Emperor Deus died.
He only quietly left the palace right after I ascended the throne.
After that, I couldn’t hear anything about where I went or what I was doing.
However, there was something the Emperor Deus said as a habit before he died.
―Leaving Croft in the shadows is one of Jim’s biggest mistakes.
Deus let Croft exist as a shadow only for himself.
to have no choice.
After Deus died, Croft also left the palace regretting that he hadn’t done his job.
While pessimistic about his situation for not choosing anything properly.
But Croft has made a choice now.
A choice that a shadow cannot make.
This kind of appearance he showed was much more shocking than just hearing about it.
A long war fought while conquering the continent.
I’ve seen countless strong players, but I’ve never felt such a strong feeling before.
One number, one number, was like a great sea.
Natural disasters coming in like a tidal wave.
The realm of a transcendent far beyond the human category!
It was to the point where I wondered if that was really the same sword master.
‘Zero. Record everything.’
＜Yes, Master. Start recording.＞
＜The one who was the strongest＞ End