127 – Clearing the Past (4)
It’s hard to even follow with your eyes. Is it because of 10 years?
No.
Even if you were yourself in your prime, it would be impossible to keep up with Claude Lane’s current movements.
But.
Even if you can’t catch up, you can respond.
The pattern engraved on Hassan Kursha’s forearm shone brightly and exploded the air.
When the movement that continued like flowing water was interfered with, Claude’s body staggered for an instant.
Perfect! Snapped his fingers Even though he hadn’t even touched his body, the heavy blow hit Claude’s abdomen.
The pain of shrinking the intestines. A normal person would have coughed and suppressed him right away, but Claude swung his elbow sideways and slammed it into Hassan’s face.
Paak!!
“You are stronger, Claude Lane!! Besides, that rank insignia has been promoted to captain!!”
“I talk a lot every time.”
Each one!! The sharp metallic sound of the blade splitting echoed through the trenches.
From a while ago, the sword attack, aiming at the vital points without any distraction, was like watching a sword master that was only a legend from a long time ago.
But now there is no such thing as a sword master. In an age dominated by mana and gunpowder, sword talent was not so important.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out. Did the reinforcements shoot? Claude hurriedly avoided him, but his muscles didn’t respond.
In my field of vision came the handgun the old man was hiding in his chest.
“Kuhh…… !”
He narrowly missed the shot, but a burning pain like holding a torch ran up his nerves in his side.
Claude put his hand on the affected area where his blood was flowing, and released mana.
Parts side! Par side!!! Muscles stimulated by the purple electricity swell and forcibly close his wounds.
It was so painful that even Claude Lane reflexively burst into tears. However, in order to continue the battle, it must be done.
In front of you is the enemy you’ve been waiting for all your life.
Since it destroys the tissue of the muscles, I don’t know what effect it will have when this battle is over.
‘Even if I die, I will pay for Lilia’s share.’
There is no reason to think about the future anymore, and there is no time to worry about the future.
Bang!!
Taang─ Kang!!
I quickly drew my pistol and pulled the trigger, but Hassan Kursha’s counterattack, which dug in accurately, caused the muzzle to shoot upwards.
At the same time, with his other hand holding the dagger, he deflected Hassan’s bullet.
A movement that can never be seen by an ordinary human being. It could no longer be seen as a ‘simple battle’. ‘Blood battle’ pouring out all of each other’s strength
Bang!!!
Peeing—!
It barely passes my ear. The chilling sensation felt from the texture of the peeling skin was disturbed without even reaching the nerves.
Fughak!!
f*ck!!
Bloodstains welled up from his wrists that had been slashed with the dagger, and for a moment, his eyes widened at the blow that hit his chin.
Bang!!
This time it was correct. Thigh. Right before the muscle-to-muscle sensation was cut off, Claude got up and rushed at the old man.
As if he hadn’t thought that he would rush right after being shot, Hashan Kursha couldn’t respond.
I couldn’t bear the weight and fell to the floor. Claude Lane did not stop there. Deploy his mana straight away
Pachit, partsutsutsu.
The shamanic shield covering his entire body is dismantled by the mana of lightning that penetrates elaborately.
“Claude ugh!!!!”
Catch the old man’s wrist and twist it. A terrifying, terrifying sound of twisting joints.
Kaang! Bang!!
Splitting a dagger, it changed the trajectory of the muzzle and wrapped itself around the old man’s body like an anaconda catching prey.
His thigh felt like it would explode. Every time you apply strength, the blood pouring from the open wound soaks the hem of your pants.
Looking at Claude’s face distorted with anger, disgust, and hatred, Hassan Kursha burst into laughter.
My wrist was twisted. Blood was still flowing from the wound that had grazed his neck, and the protective shield that had been protecting his body had disappeared.
But what’s so funny?
“Don’t laugh, you son of a b*tch!!!!!”
“hahahaha, hahahahaha!!!! Yes yes this was it This is exactly what I was hoping for!!”
Perfect.
Truly a beast. Plural. After 10 years had passed, it was the moment when the anger that Claude had harbored until now exploded.
“How beautiful. What does it mean to be a human being caught up in all sorts of negative emotions? What if this is not a blessing!!”
“Shut up, you bastard…… !! I will kill you here, and I will die with you!!!”
“I said Lilia. Doesn’t she wonder what she would have said just before the child died?”
Kung.
My heart sank.
A name that should never come out of the mouth of the author.
“For one thing, I didn’t rape her. Yes, she died her virgin.”
“…… What a dog!”
“As any shaman in Alamut should know, the ritual offerings are clear, and the cleaner the better.”
In the current situation, it’s just a useless story. All you have to do is to shove a knife into that babbling mouth and burn it from head to toe with a lightning strike.
But Claude couldn’t move.
“Do you know how pure that soul was? He defended his comrades to the end. She could have run away if she could have run away, but she didn’t. They were braver and tougher than any Ukrnian army I saw at the time.”
“Shut up.”
“Holding on until the very end, the moment we finally caught on. She said this.”
“Shut up!!!”
“I’m sorry.”
The tightly hidden memories came to the surface. Days that shined brightly. Beautiful flowing black hair. Pink lips smiling brightly at herself.
In her subconscious, Claude stretched out her hand towards her.
Lillia’s head turned slowly, with her hair gently fluttering.
From the hole drilled in her chest.
Blood poured out, matching the color of her hair.
“And her heart. It’s like the heart of a king in an old legend. Lion heart.”
Thumping.
The sound of a pulse pulsing echoed from all directions.
“It would be a waste to just offer it as a sacrifice. So i used yes my heart…… It is the heart of your wife and no one else!”
That one word breaks my concentration.
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One word, one second.
A fading consciousness. Weakened mana.
It was a short moment, but it was enough to overturn the result. Just before Hassan Kursha’s mouth twisted as he was sure of victory.
There was a voice in his ear.
『Move.』
It was Lillia’s voice. Claude couldn’t decide if it was an hallucination or if it was real.
It just moved as if possessed.
As soon as he twisted his body slightly, the old man’s chest swelled and a black thorn rose out.
Tsukuk.
The sound of flesh being torn. His left arm went numb. It was an attack aimed precisely at his own heart.
Bloodstains splattered in front of my eyes.
However, Claude did not look back. She chose not to even think about what had happened.
“Knock!!”
I put my still intact hand into his heart. Even the magic shield that was thin but firmly protected was shattered with a single blow that raised all of the mana that was gently spreading deep in the heart.
Then the thorns sprouted all at once to protect his heart. The skin was torn, bones were shattered, and muscles were cut, but at the end Claude found a beating heart.
Pour your concentration to the limit.
I activate the last remaining magic.
Pachit.
Spark.
A line of lightning flashed.
“Oh, damn it.”
“… ….”
The electric shock that lasted through the dying breath pierced the old man’s heart.
Boom! His heart was ripped open, and the blood that gushed out poured over Claude’s head like a shower.
But it’s still not enough.
Claude tore off his tattered arm, then lifted the dagger that was stuck in a pool of his blood and decapitated the old man.
The shallow cut splits open, and his head falls off his neck. It was a confirmation kill.
Not even the slightest possibility is left behind.
Because I had to.
“Lilia.”
Repeating names you will never hear or see anymore.
Claude Lane stood up.
“Dear Hassan!!!!”
A commotion was brewing not far away. Just like him, the worms of the island greedy for his blood, with disgusting tattoos on his body.
The old man of Alamut is now dead, but the evil sprouts he nurtured still remain.
Clude’s duty is not over yet.
“Are you saying this isn’t enough to send you to Hell…?” … ?”
Even though his left arm is missing and his right arm doesn’t work properly either.
Behind him is Hilton, and he has allies he believes in.
I just killed Hassan Kursha.
The fact that fierce battles are still taking place does not change.
He sighed. He forcefully shakes his arm, puts his dagger in his mouth, and picks up a handgun that has fallen to the floor.
How many more can he kill?
I don’t think it’s possible for them.
‘I should have had the drink the lieutenant colonel recommended.’
f*ck the last message I gave you. The ending is a bit uncomfortable, but I can’t help it.
My whole life was painted with regrets.
Now there are people to take over.
That was enough for Claude Lane. He lived his whole life as a wanderer, a rebel anyway. In the end, it wouldn’t be bad to meet alone.
“Hey there, you bastard!!”
“The butcher of lightning! How dare you kill the guardian of Alamut!!”
“Don’t think about dying gracefully!”
At that time, I was about to start accelerating once more toward a group of shamans who were chattering about.
Boom!!!!
The shamans disappear right in front of the bombardment, precisely aimed at the inside of the trenches.
As he reflexively turned his head, he caught sight of a huge battleship sailing leisurely above him.
“…… ?”
Besides, it’s not just in front of Claude’s eyes that there is a commotion.
“Hey, there he is!!”
All were familiar faces.
“As per the command of the captain, support has been sent!!”
“The platoon commander is here too! Medic, medic!!”
“Fortunately, he is breathing!! First of all, the company commander in serious condition!”
“Ha.”
In a situation that was completely unexpected, Claude Lane ended up bursting into laughter.
One of his arms is missing.
The other side is also dirty.
An internal wound on his side.
A stab wound to a gunshot wound.
His whole body was covered in blood, so it wouldn’t be strange if he collapsed right away.
Claude laughed.
He couldn’t help but laugh.
History never repeats itself.
At least, from now on.