115 – 111. The milestone pointed by the full moon-3
It was a coincidence.
Bern accidentally ran into a man carrying wolf cubs in his hands.
It was the result of following the dimly shining moonlight in the fog where one could not see an inch ahead.
“What, what? Why are humans and elves in a place like this…?”
“Keeing! Keeing!”
While the man was flustered.
Bern was calmly assessing the situation.
The thick scent of blood, the wet eyes of wolf cubs, and the badge of the Sixth Star on the man’s chest.
It was a pattern symbolizing the magic tower.
“A magic tower?”
Marianne, who saw this, reacted first.
Bern smiled without saying anything.
‘Are you laughing?’
The man who saw Bern’s laugh managed to hide his emotions by managing his expression.
Then she stepped forward confidently.
“That’s right! I’m a high-ranking auditor belonging to the Mage Tower! I don’t know why there’s a pair of elves and humans in a place like this, but I don’t want to see anything wrong…”
“You guys in the Mage Tower are always talkative.”
“Huh…?”
Vern casually passed by her man.
In his hand was a demonic sword that he did not know when he drew it.
Realizing belatedly that she couldn’t follow her with her own eyes, her man hurriedly tried to look behind her.
But it was impossible.
Because his neck was spinning in the air, separated from his body.
Vern looked into her face as he grabbed the falling man’s head.
An expression of astonishment and fear.
Bern laughed again and left a short comment.
“I’m sorry, but I’ve already lost the Magic Tower and Chuck.”
Eight out of 10 people say the Mage Tower if they are to pick a force second only to Holden Kingdom.
Are you hostile to such a mage tower?
It was an impossible story without going crazy.
However, the overwhelming strength and confidence that Vern showed instilled in his man the thought of ‘perhaps?’
After that suspicion, the man’s consciousness was cut off.
The man’s body separated from his neck and fell to the floor without strength.
Thanks to that, the captive wolf cubs were set free.
The wolf cubs set foot on the ground and immediately rushed at Bern.
“Kiwooung!”
“Kiing!”
He was crying bitterly, scratching Bern’s legs with the soles of his feet.
Without interpreting it separately, Bern guessed the meaning of the action.
“Is there more inside?”
If only the pups had been kidnapped, they would have run straight to their parents as soon as they were released.
However, the wolves roamed around Bern, desperately hoping for something.
It was inevitable that something had happened to the parent wolves as well.
“Okay, let me guide you to your quarters.”
“Aww!”
The wolf cubs run hard on their short legs and enter the fog.
Thinking of the possibility of losing their position, they induced Bern with cries.
As they gradually approached the place where the massacre took place, Bern held his breath.
Bern’s [Nocturnal Intuition], Which is always activated at night, brought him various information.
One of them was that there was an enemy beyond the fog.
A powerful enemy that should never be underestimated.
“Stop.”
“Yes?”
“From this point forward, I will proceed alone. The rest are waiting here.”
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah. I’d rather have no one around.”
The Frach held by Vern was trembling.
I was agreeing with his words.
“Then I’ll be back.”
“Please take care of yourself…”
Received Marianne’s send-off, Bern went into a thicker fog.
Bern’s vision is blocked, but he goes straight to the place his intuition tells him.
Sensing that the distance with the enemy was getting very close, he threw the head of the man he had previously dealt with in his hand.
Then a cheerful laugh came from beyond the fog.
‘I don’t think he’s a normal guy again.’
Vern raised Prach’s magic while holding onto it.
Prach’s runes flickered and black magic rose from Bern’s body.
According to the situation, the fog faded and the moonlight illuminated the valley.
Two people standing facing each other.
A series of hours passed, and Greg was the first to break the silence.
Even that was a kind of complaint.
Greg sighed as he vaguely guessed the state of Bern.
An opponent that is difficult to beat, it was wiser to calculate the escape probability than the win rate.
I wasn’t even sure about that.
The moment he turned his back, he had a hunch that the sword would slash his throat.
“I have no choice but to fight to the death…!”
Pushup.
An arrow from a crossbow hidden under Greg’s wrist was fired.
The secretly shot arrow aimed straight at Bern’s neck.
It was blocked by Vern’s lightly swung sword, but Greg didn’t expect too much.
The important point was to force the opponent to block or avoid the arrow.
Taking advantage of the split second revealed by his brief action, Greg lowered his dull halberd.
Generally, it was a place where the distance did not reach, but the pole of the halberd was extended and reached the place where Bern was.
The halberd he used was an artifact.
Greg uses everything from a crossbow to an artifact, without hiding it.
It was an act based on judgment, saying that even a single carelessness would not be forgiven.
In real life, Bern couldn’t finish Greg’s attack quickly.
“Are these all pointless attacks after all?”
“Good try. Just try.”
Bern succeeded in passing even the Halberd.
I shook my sword as if shaking off dust and kicked the ground.
Belief that a counterattack has begun, Greg sets up his defenses.
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Chaeeng!
It starts with a downward slash attack like a halberd.
Greg blocked it with a pole made of mithril, but the ground he was standing on sank into a hollow.
“What, what kind of power…!”
“It’s not over yet.”
Vern spun in place, pulling one of his legs back.
I aimed for Greg’s neck with a horizontal slash using the recoil of rotation.
Close up!
Greg took out the dagger hanging from his waist and managed to block it.
The experience leading up to S Rank was steadily helping to prolong his life.
But even so, speed, strength, weapon proficiency, etc. It was being pushed in all directions.
At least, his ability to improvise could be seen as a little more advanced.
Ability alone did not change the game of battle.
‘This valley might be my grave.’
While the difference in skills was clearly visible, the overwhelming difference in performance was revealed even in the weapons.
A halberd-type artifact made of mithril is a perfect weapon.
That was an arrogant and foolish delusion.
The opponent was using a black sword that was unsettling.
A dangerous weapon that corrodes ordinary steel with just one hit.
Greg tossed the dagger, which had become obsolete, to the ground.
‘Isn’t it a monster that is out of the expected category? These f*cking Mage Tower bastards… !’
For dangerous people, weapons that may be taboo.
Greg smiled bitterly even as he broke into a cold sweat.
He roared as he strained the hand holding the halberd.
“Oohhh!”
I hoped to be shaken even a little bit, but Bern did not move at all.
Greg ran to the death.
He swung his halberd powerfully and elegantly, seemingly monotonous at the beginning but irregular at the end.
It was a blow completed with the blood of countless beasts.
‘It’s still not enough to reach him…….’
I had a small hope that it would at least inflict more than a scratch.
However, the reality was dismal.
Bern did not attack or dodge with his sword.
I casually held on to the halberd’s ax blade with a hand full of calluses.
If his hand was badly damaged or at least torn and bleeding, he would have agreed.
Greg was devastated to see how clean his hands were.
I was already aware of the difference in level.
However, it was not known how wide the gap was.
So Greg took on the challenge and realized the difference.
A state outside the human race.
Of course, the S rank set by humans was a category in which the grade was not accepted.
“Are you done playing tricks?”
“Ha…! hahahaha, euhahahahaha! Was my power just a joke…”
“Can I pretend to be surprised?”
“Please refrain. It will only make you more miserable.”
Vern nodded and straightened his sword.
Jet-black energy rose from his sword.
For Greg, aside from the ugly color, it was a power he had never seen before.
‘Is it swordsmanship….’
If he had shown sword skills earlier, he wouldn’t have performed passenger skills.
Greg was slightly resentful of Bern, but even more terrible death awaits him if he expresses his dissatisfaction with the absolute strong.
There were only two options left to him, either surrender or escape.
Greg’s choice was already decided, as he was extremely averse to bowing his head to others.
“I’m sorry, but I have no intention of dying gracefully.”
Before Bern fired his sword.
Greg took his round capsule out of his pocket and held it up.
Light was leaking faintly from the tiny cracks in the capsule.
A must-have for adventurers, it was a tool that contained a flash bug in a capsule.
A flash bug that emits light that covers a radius of 100 meters upon impact and ends its lifespan.
It was perfect for emergency escape, so renowned adventurers must have it.
“You’re using the same number.”
“I take it as a word that readiness is good.”
“What a fool.”
Bern took up his sword.
Even though he could cut through the intense light, he even put the sword into the scabbard.
“What do you mean? Are you thinking of letting me go?”
“Wake up and look back.”
“Back…?”
There was no presence felt from behind.
But Bern’s warning accelerated Greg’s anxiety.
If he had allies, he would be able to get behind him while completely killing the enemy.
As disturbing thoughts flashed past, Greg hurriedly looked back.
“What… hehehehe!”
The moment he turned around, a pitch-black sword pierced his chest from behind and pierced his chest.
It was the magic sword of Bern.
“Really looking back at this.”
“Yes…Neonoom!”
“Isn’t it wrong to look back while facing the enemy?”
“How can you use such a cowardly move when you have overwhelming skills!”
“Isn’t it better to be cunning than a fool who only knows how to use strength?”
“Such a lowly… ….”
Before Greg could utter his last words, Vern cut him in half.
“Stop talking in front of me and make up with the wolf you killed in hell and have s*x.”
Bern smiled wickedly as he brushed off the blood on his sword.
He was a human who gave away even justice to Chaos.
[Contractor.]
“Are you trying to nag again?”
[No.]
“Really? Then what is it?”
[Don’t go anywhere and say things like being eaten by demons or that you might become a demon king.]
As Greg mentioned, Bern gradually became stronger and reached the level of being outsiders.
His personality was post-human from the beginning.