Sword and reminiscence (4)

『It is not known how many years it was when the world declared war.

Ever since "the True Lord of the Universe" built this world, disputes to war conflicts just happened, to determine which race has the right to dominate this world realm.

The secret of the world that the gods have hidden until now.

And-

This is a tragedy that occurred some Four hundred four million years ago.

So long before Ancient Humans existed that you could call us Archaic Humans.

Since then the war between the gods and the Titans reached an extreme point and destroyed hundreds of continents.

Humans cannot leave the war between the gods and Titans, which is gradually developing.

Because they lacked the technology to fight against, they decided to imitate the weaponry styles of other races such as dragon magic, elf bows, to imitate divine swordsmanship by observing the battle from a distance.

Up to that time, there was a resurgence of small revolutions.

Brave warriors with swords, spears, axes, iron hammers, maces, bows, fist horns, bamboo spears, and staff staffs gathered.

They came together to form an army, and as a coalition, they executed Gods and Titans.

Yes. What a foolish thought trying to take down a mortal being like that.

But that thought didn't apply to them—

Never mind they are seen as the weakest race.

What a fool if they were wasting their lives on a pointless thing like this.

It's just that they want to proclaim their purpose for doing this.

They only want one thing.

That is peace.

And this is an enchanting story if it is made and recorded as history for a long time.

But sadly, after the war ended.

The gods cunningly manipulated history and tricked the younger generations, after what the older generations did.

I would love to tell this story to someone.

The story that mankind did in ancient times, who managed to go through the process of walking disaster.

"Get a grip!"

*BOOM—!

A brave warrior raised his sword, shouting at his comrades.

Legaloth watched as the corpses of his dead comrades tried to avoid the impact, but failed.

The earth shook as the Titan took a step, hundreds of golden arrows flew from all over the sky, and all kinds of divine weapons spewed out and bombarded the surroundings, killing all of his comrades.

To the two mortal beings, humans were mere insects that interfered with their battle.

Humans try harder to fight for their lives.

But once upon a time, the devil intervened to corrupt his friends, routinely deluding them into giving up.

They preach that life is unfair, and God is not a being who values weak races like humans, uses strange weapons, and spends their days killing.

"Now! Attack!!"

"Hey, don't just stand idly by and watch legaloth's back! Move and grit your teeth! We're not here to watch a show!"

""Whoa!!!""

""Get up!!!""

Even in our sleep, we had to shake off the whispers of demons, and as soon as we heard the slightest sound of the wind, we had to get up with our weapons or rush out of our resting place, fearful that the gods and Titans would know of our whereabouts.

Demons whispered, Titans smashed, and gods rode dragons soared into the sky.

It doesn't matter if it's morning or night. The Titans, with their physical superiority over humans and their inborn strength, are an enemy that everyone fears.

"This ordeal is very difficult."

I, Legaloth.

As the hope of mankind.

As their pillar and the tip of their sword.

Taking one step forward and stomping on the comrade I talked to before going to bed was already pathetically dead.

When I took both steps, I saw the corpse of a father of a child I knew months ago.

Kicking off the ground and making my footsteps a third time, the warrior clad in armour representing the cavalry broke down and became my enemy.

They became moving corpses, devil seeds, we don't know why the devil suddenly intervened. But we know one thing we have to kill them.

Yesterday's trusted associates are today's family.

We had to kill the creatures that would be tomorrow's lovers, and we had to look death in the face.

War for peace.

War for freedom.

We all have to make everyone suffer and fall into despair.

[Humans are weak].

A deep voice mixed with a tone full of pity, looked at me as if I was pitiful.

I gritted my teeth looking at Titan taking pity on me. Then I spat dirt and stood straight holding the sword.

"Humanity is not weak…"

As soon as the charismatic words left my mouth, I suddenly experienced a change in my body. Something like my sword aura condensed and became extremely violent. My vision became clear, and my six senses became extremely sensitive. It's to the extent that I can fly a sword and control it at will.

Until one day I realized that I experienced enlightenment.

And that's when I realized that I became a GrandMaster First Time as a swordsman.

Time after time spins like a wheel of destiny without stopping.

The war pushing forward into a four-way battle was a walking disaster in itself, and humans between Titans and gods, as well as demons, were minuscule.

There's only so much death toll.

They were all but weak in strength and spirit.

"Help has arrived!!"

But because there are shining stars among the troops I lead. She is Light.

A dream in my heart, and someone who encourages me not to give up.

To me, that is real hope.

"Get a grip! Aindrila-sama has arrived!"

*CLINK—!—!

*CHWAZ! CHWAZ!

The sky's clouds turned pitch black until they blocked out the light of the Sun, and a howling wind swirled around sucking in the sharp cold atmosphere.

Dozens of ancient magic spell circles appeared one after another, splitting the surrounding dimension and shooting yellowish-white lasers that shone to illuminate the area. Aiming straight at the head of one of the Titans, it instantly sent his head crashing to the ground.

*THUD!

I stared dumbfounded at the sight in front of me, involuntarily smiling bitterly.

"Aindrila, you are finally here…"

The surroundings that Aindrila created gave off a faint golden-yellow aura, right in the direction of the intended attack.

I turned to look behind me and tried to see the culprit who made that scene.

It was at that time that I saw her stature.

A woman in white robes had golden lines carved on silk between the two shoulder halves of her robe, with her hood pulled down so that only her beautiful lips were visible. Soaring through the air so conspicuously, that my thousands of troops could stare in awe at her.

But that was then.

Immediately she flew to attack the herd of Titans who were running wild, intending to attack the allies.

Reached out her hand until it stretched in the air, then swung it gently. Along with that movement, once again dozens of Magic Spell formations appeared one after another right behind her.

*CLINK—!

*CHWAZ! CHWAZ!

The series of attacks was so dazzling brilliance blinded the Titan herd's vision. To the extent that they were forced to cover their eyes with their arms.

""Argh!""

""Kaaahhkk…!""

*BANG! BANG!

The speed was so fast that the Titans were unable to react to the attack.

*CHWAZK

The pieces of the corpse moved to writhe in pain.

I wonder who was concentrating on the approaching battlefield, as I stepped on the Titan mortal species.

One of the heroes against their enemy.

A devil who is aiming among my comrades.

Aim and punch a hole in the neck vein. Aim and punch their vital points.

There was no shortage of her magic circle, as well as the nimble casting of magic without chant.

Magic so clean and pure that the Gods who saw it argued above the sky.

The ground was twisted from end to end, the wind blew away the sea of blood that flowed from the Titan, and thunderous roars could be heard from all sides.

She was the role model of all mages who moved their hearts.

She has the nickname of the Ace of mankind.

A hero who stood at the pinnacle and was as close as a demi-god.

An existence where only she could rock the battlefield with her magical prowess.

That is what is called Transcendent.

She was a reliable support soldier.

Witch of Light.

Aindrila.

Creatures that have a long life, compared to normal human age in general.

As soon as her work was done, she took the time to turn to me.

We looked at each other and nodded our heads together.

It was as if we were sending and receiving messages to each other using our gazes.

I unhesitatingly reacted by injecting mana into my sword, slowly raising my Aura Blade.

Then shouted and gave an attack order to my comrades that I was leading.

It doesn't matter how great Aindrila and I are.

We cannot end this terrible war with our own hands. Because we still have limits on ourselves.

For example, Aindrila cast such powerful magic, but in reality, that attack would consume a lot of mana.

And I, who as a GrandMaster was confirmed to have limited stamina, even though I had entered the Transcendent realm it didn't change the fact that I was still a human.

Humanity depends on us.

They forced her and me to make sacrifices.

Humanity is weak and we are strong.

Reality is not easy to change, and this battlefield torments humanity.

Hatred piles up like pebbles by the side of the road, and emotions that know neither good nor evil roam the battlefield.

"...."

Many people died.

He died, she died and they died.

Everyone died.

Die, die, die again.

There is only death and the chatter of crows that fill our daily routine.

The green land that we saw when we were kids, crumbled into boundless sand.

The crushed sand became finely mixed with blood.

Blood red sand.

The sky was red so we didn't have time to care about it.

Even though.

Still, we have to move forward.

My comrades who are still alive must strive hard to pursue enlightenment and advance to the next stage.

Passing through the life-and-death crisis that befell their fates.

Breaking down walls and going beyond their limits.

They live for survival, not for the King, whom they see as a display and ridiculous order.

To them, the true King was the unity and loyalty of the various people they considered comrades in arms.

Warriors in droves tread the arduous path to transcendence. They are completely sincere, and the only thing that can bind them is their own will.

Several years have passed since the war was still ongoing.

The gods and humans were pushed into a corner.

Gradually the Titan race took control of this war, inevitably the gods turned their heads looking for solutions to find loopholes in the enemy's defences.

As for the human side, where I was the commander who led the human race until now, recklessly tricked and stole one of the two World Tree Seeds from the territory of the elf race.

Thus, I consumed the seed to extend my own life.

That said, it was once said in an urban legend that someone who swallowed the Legendary Seed could gain benefits; in the form of a longevity of about 1000 years, the same as the lifespan of an elf.

So that gave me time to hone my swordsmanship.

Our race's weak point is our very short lifespan, so other races with longer lives than us might play tricks on us.

Time after time. Season after season. Year after year.

It passed, either too fast or too slow.

*SLASH—!

And that long duration of time made it easier for me to perfect the swordsmanship training I was developing.

It's easy, you just need to swing your sword every time and always fight with enemies who are stronger than you.

Developing footwork techniques, efficient breathing techniques and also ambient detection techniques.

No matter what the obstacle is, I just need to destroy it.

I believe that this drop of sweat from my efforts is something that will save me during a crisis, so I don't want to waste it.

Swinging a sword…..Duelling with a strong opponent…Then losing….Escaping from threats by the opponent….And reflecting on mistakes.

That's a habit that I always and often apply all the time. Humans are creatures that learn from mistakes, that have the potential superior to other races.

It proves that if we are unable to compete in terms of a lifetime, then we are far superior in terms of potential.

I don't consider myself a lucky genius about stepping up to the GrandMaster-Stage, but the key to this war is mutual belief and power and not a matter of strength between individuals.

Starting from here, like it or not we have to suppress our selfishness.

In the next hundred years, we believe that our side will gradually push back from its cornered position.

And sure enough, a hundred years later, we slowly started to adapt to this war situation.

Our self-confidence began to grow and we felt the peace we had been waiting for was getting closer.

A genius tactician and Archmage that we can rely on is right behind us.

Of course, in launching an attack, we couldn't ignore the other side's threats; like gods and demons.

Not knowing what they are planning and when they will attack the gap between us, we must inevitably raise our guard.

500 years passed with various emotions fluctuating from red to anger and the world that we used to think was the most beautiful painting, instantly turned into a tomb of murderous weapons that were scattered aimlessly.

The happy scene where I advanced to the DemiGod-Stage, and the scene where I stared emotionlessly at the corpses of my friends who fell victim to this meaningless war.

Therefore, we can only turn away from the sadness and bitter reality in front of us.

On the other hand, the human side and the Titans pointed their sharp fangs at each other. That is, it's time for the Titans to think that humans are now a big threat to them as well as an obstacle to mastering this natural world.

This is the time for us, to break away from attack tactics that utilize makeshift battlefields and turn them into open-field attack tactics.

"How about you team up with us? We promise to help you beat muscle brains like them."

Until one day, the Gods who had been silent all this time offered a cooperation agreement to face Titan whose hobby is destroying.

Using a gentle tone and piercing our weak points, and assuming that a coalition this small would never stand a chance of winning against a Titan that has thousands of large-bodied troops

Even though we are not easily fooled by their sweet lies, still their words are not wrong.

As for our side, which has been fighting tooth and nail against the Titans, it has resulted in too many millions of victims.

And the number of people who participated in the war, very few survivors of the previous battle.

The percentage chance of winning is minuscule, contrary to what Titan thinks of us.

I once again glanced at the hand that was stretched out towards me and looked at the face of the bastard god who had a gentle smile on his face.

Biting my lip and thinking back about the previous battle. The gains are not worth the losses.

"Why are you, just for fun

happy, risk losing what great power do you have? Remember, you speak not as colleagues, but

as enemies pointing weapons at each other."

The god didn't look offended. Instead, he stuck the ends the tips of his fingers on each other, and leaning his elbows on the arms of his chair, like someone preparing to join in on a conversation.

"Honest."

He said and then paused for a few seconds then spoke.

"Give us a chance to prove that this offer isn't as nonsense as you-you think. We are indeed greedy about dominating this world, but it would be difficult to achieve such success. On the other hand, if humans cooperate with us to drive out the Titans, then we promise not to interfere with your life after the war is over."

My lips twitched at the lengthy narration, then tried to provoke it a bit in a cold manner.

"How did you do it? Don't you all want this world too?"

The god shook his head sadly seeing me still doubting him.

"Indeed, but if this war continues, then the world will have nothing left to enjoy anymore."

Feeling he had not finished speaking, I just kept quiet without answering while waiting.

"So, there's only one way for each side to mutually agree..."

"What's that?"

Seeing me curious, the god smiled and replied.

"Making you Gods of your race."

"What!?"

Feeling my eyes wide open and my cold expression breaking instantly. I frowned and said.

"What nonsense is this bastard spouting?"

Even though the sharp criticism pierced the god's ears, his gaze remained calm. After that, he straightened his sitting posture and said calmly.

"You've been feeling close to that wall recently, right?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't lie, I know that the mana overflowing from your body is as close to a God's mark."

My expression hardened then within 10 seconds, I let out a resigned sigh.

"How do you know that information?"

"It doesn't matter, what is clear is that you are far superior to the Witch of Light, and your status is close to God-Stage."

"So you plan to make me the intermediary between the divine realm and this world realm?"

"Yes, of course, we will always be watching over this world from the Hall of Gods."

The Hall of the Gods, in short, was a resting place or called home for them. And it was also a special place that one who had reached the God-Stage could enter.

My mind spun here and there and chose the right decision. Killing one Titan required three to five Master-Stage fighters.

'It would be a very different result if the gods helped in the future war. But it will be difficult later if they use us as meat shields…'

Opening and closing my mouth repeatedly and feeling something stuck between my vocal cords, I forced myself to get one word out.

"Okay…"

And in the end, we agreed to pull each other's neckties and join hands against those we consider to be enemies.