Chapter 175 - 175. Decisive Battle (2)

A girl standing over a pool of blood in the center of the altar.

Her hair was platinum blonde, just like the people around her who collapsed in blood.

She was ordered to exterminate the clan, but when she arrived, only a young girl was left of the clan.

She thrust a knife into her girl's throat, and drops of blood ran down her throat, but she didn't change her eyes.

'What's your name?'

'Eisel... Eisel Ludwig.''

The girl's eyes, with her tightly closed lips open, contained a void that was not suitable for her age and which did not know the depth.

That was the first meeting with Eisel Ludwig, the legacy left by the Ludwig family that said they could handle time.

It was curious at first.

It was clear that some kind of ritual had been performed at the altar.

What did they leave behind for this girl?

Couldn't she use that power?

She said she controls time, and wondered if she could make that power mine.

He disobeyed the command of the corps commander, who ordered the annihilation of all, old and new, to completely erase the existence of 'Ludwig' from this world.

I and her men began to study Eisel.

Unfortunately, no significant results were achieved.

The only thing she knew was that Eisel was able to handle mana and her elemental magic normally, unlike her other Ludwig counterparts.

She was far from the time-handling power she was hoping for.

Moreover, even if she had such power, she had no way of knowing how to handle it. All the other Ludwigs who were originally supposed to teach her the method had died.

There wasn't much time.

Before the war, she had to return to the corps commander.

By the time she was thinking about whether or not she should give up.

Eisel managed her escape.

But it wasn't too hard to keep up with the little girl with her short stride.

Let's put an end to all of this.

Let's do something that didn't exist.

With that thought in mind, she pursued Eisel.

However, Eisel fell off a cliff before she could catch her.

She thought she must be dead.

A little girl had fallen off a cliff at this height and there was no way she would survive.

She thought so

Afterwards, she returned to the corps commander carrying the heads of the Ludwig clan.

Even though the head of the young girl, which was their legacy, was not taken care of, even the corps commander had no way of knowing.

With that, I earned the favor of the corps commander.

She returned carrying the heads of all members of the Ludwig clan, which were said to be difficult to find, so it was only natural that she returned after completing a seemingly impossible mission.

The corps commander also sent it just in case, but he didn't know that he would come with their heads.

As I found out later, we weren't the only ones who received that mission.

'It's not like there's even a small ember left.'

The corps commander, who was raising his lips in satisfaction, asked me.

I hung my head and replied.

'...Yes, Commander. The Ludwig clan no longer exists in this world.'

At the time, I firmly believed that.

I didn't know then.

That curiosity toward the legacy of the Ludwig clan.

That little greed to take Ludwig's power.

That it would come back with this result.

"Kwaaaaah!!!"

A sharp scream echoed from the forest, piercing my ears.

At that scream, I focused my eyes on the man who was wearing a white bandage around his eyes that I could see from afar.

Holding a red-edged sword in reverse, he jumped into the middle of the enemy camp alone and quickly and accurately cut down the demons one after another.

"What kind of power is that..."

Albed, who was watching the battle of the blind, raised his eyebrows with a confused voice.

It was worth it.

Even I couldn't figure out what that power really was.

ㅡSuddenly!!

The blind man slashes enemies who attack him and immediately hides himself in the ground.

"He's gone!!"

The blind man who had disappeared from sight appeared behind the demon who was shouting so.

ㅡPoouk!!

Soon after, the heart of the demon, who had not noticed it, was pierced.

"Kuhhh...!"

The blind man was showing quite proficiency in one-on-one combat.

Is it using the shadow...?

It's not a power that humans can handle, but it wasn't a demon.

"...Even, let's run away!"

Some of the demons, who lost their will to fight at the sight of their comrades being slaughtered so easily, chose to run away.

"These bastards...!"

Albed tried to use his power, but before he could, the bodies of the demons who disappeared into the forest were cut off.

"Hoo..."

I was lightly amazed.

"...It's a thread."

I squinted my eyes and said while bouncing the thread in front of my nose.

Looking closely, there were thin threads spread wide like a spider's web between the trees, blocking the movement of the demons.

To be precise, it seemed to be blocking the access of Albed and me.

I can't block my approach with something like this, but... Are you asking me not to step out right now?

"..."

I flashed a soft smile.

He was a fun guy.

As he introduced, there's no way he's just an 'ordinary' blind man passing by.

"He must be an assistant."

I turned my head and looked at Albed next to me.

"A helper...? Eisel's?"

"Other than that, what else would he have to stop us? It feels odd that he didn't come with Eisel..."

I stopped talking and realized his intentions.

A barrier that surrounds the forest.

I can feel the divine power weakly, but as he said, it wasn't a barrier trying to stop me.

I've been feeling deaf since a while ago.

In other words, barriers for soundproofing.

And the current position of Eisel.

His intentions were evident.

At this, I raised my eyebrows.

'Are you trying to protect... Eisel?'

A helper who went out alone to protect Eisel.

Did you say Zago Ras died to her saintess?

So, I guessed to some extent the source of the barrier containing this divine power.

I had a hunch.

The guy was clear.

Being the 'assistant' of Eisel, who had been planning everything up to now.

I will match you.

I don't know what kind of relationship you have with Aisel, or how much you know, but I'll go find you with your neck.

Despair.

I will give you a cruel, cruel despair.

I wanted to see you again.

Aisel's empty eyes.

As soon as he was swept away by his sword and the number of demons rapidly decreased, Al Bed used his hand in no time.

He began to use the power of domination to lead the demons.

Immediately, the demons who had been swayed by the flow of the guy straightened out the display.

"Albed, you won't be able to aim for his head anyway with your little ones. I will use the Drakkir. Become a shield."

"Yes."

Al Bed answered briefly and lowered his head.

I raised a finger and gave orders to the Drakkir who were hiding in the dark.

Bring me the blind man's head.

Are you still hiding it?

Come on, reveal it.

All of you

***

"Puhak...!!"

The demon, whose throat was deeply cut, slumped to the floor, crying out blood.

ㅡChuck!

I wiped the blood off the 'Sierra' and looked around while regulating my breathing.

'The atmosphere... Has changed.'

I saw Murka on the other side, who hadn't made any movement yet.

Albed, who was next to him, naturally showed his horns while using his demonic energy, but Murka still hadn't revealed his horns.

The guy was watching me quietly.

Was analyzing me.

It seemed that Murka would make such a choice.

The guy craves power.

I don't know if there's a demon like that... Because he's much worse.

If you see a new power, you can't just pass by it.

Analyze and take

That is Murka's way.

What's more, he's very good at learning. A class that can be called a 'genius' among the demons.

Battle after battle, he understands and learns, becoming stronger.

In that sense, I thought that my presence would stimulate his curiosity and keep him on his toes.

'Well, this time, his desire for knowledge will become a noose that will choke him.'

The moment I was thinking about that, the tricksters that were being sensed by my senses moved their feet.

Is 'Drakkir' already stepping out?

""...""

Demons who were manipulated by Albed and at some point became less talkative.

Even though they cut down quite a bit, there were still dozens left.

Are you planning a joint attack?

'...I might have to use it this time.'

Reverse heaven.

I decided that I needed to hide my strength as much as possible until I faced Murka.

Drakkyr.

Living without a face.

These are the guys you will definitely encounter when dealing with Murka.

Drakkir are not ordinary assassins skilled in assassination.

They are a kind of killing machines and consumables who have been thoroughly trained from an early age and have removed their emotions.

Guys have no fear.

There is no instinctive fear by death.

Those who want to thoroughly decapitate the enemy move as if they are one body and unleash a vicious series of blows that risk death.

Even if an arm is severed or a leg is cut, after firmly tying the enemy's movements, he brings the enemy's neck.

Because of that, there is such a saying among the demons.

If there are more than three drak kir trying to take your head, don't even think about getting him out alive.

Now, that number is five.

Soon, the Drakkir who lurked in the darkness formed a formation.

As a bonus, Albed's henchmen, who had tidied up the display, were slowly enveloping me.

'I have to deal with dozens of demons who don't regret their lives at the same time...'

Anyway, I was thinking of a short fight, so I had to quickly thrust the sword into Murka's neck.

"..."

I picked up Arachne's thread, which had been spread throughout the forest and kept taut, with my hand.

From now on, it will hinder my movements.

[ ...Come. ]

Sierra's voice echoed in her head, as she was also aware of Drakkir's movements.

Albed's henchmen charged at me all at once.

Only then did the Drakkir emerge from the darkness and hide among the demons, approaching me at high speed.

I thought as I squeezed my strength into the hand that was holding the sword.

'After the sheep hunt... Immediately hit Murka's head.'

Previously, through Edward's fantasy, he realized something while experiencing the battle with Murka in advance.

All the corpses and weapons in the vicinity become Murka's shield and weapons that deal with telekinesis magic.

Swallowing it with a Shady would be one way to deal with it, but it would take just as much time and concentration.

'So...'

Move as I please, Murka.

***

The demons rushed at Zeto at the same time as if they were one body, and he also attacked.

There were no shouts there.

Only the unpleasant sound of flesh being cut echoed through the forest.

Eventually, Drakkir's dagger enters Jeto, who was easily cutting through the demons controlled by Albed.

ㅡChaeng!!!

Jeto subtly knocked off one of the Drakkir daggers that came forward.

I thought I had simply knocked it off, but the blade of the dagger shattered and flew off, crashing into a tree on the other side.

Was it a coincidence that he broke the dagger with a single swing? Murka wondered why Jeto hadn't cut down Drakkir.

Clearly, there was a gap to cut down the one who was subtly ahead.

But Jetto did not cut him down.

'Did he instinctively realize that he was an extrovert?'

Murka thought so, but in reality it was like this.

The movement Zeto showed just now was the movement caused by the red line he could see.

The red line on Drakkir's body, that is, the weakness, was cut in the middle.

If Zeto had ignored this and thrust his sword into Drakkir's body, Drakkir would have snatched Zeto's sword and tied his sword in the middle of the cut.

And Jeto must have been decapitated by the rest of the four attacks that followed.

Losing one sword or losing one's head.

Whichever you choose, the result is death.

In other words, it was a death road.

As expected, the daggers of the other four Drakkir came out from all sides and aimed at Jeto's neck.

A dagger sharpened by the blades of the Drakkir that had been thrust right into Zeto's throat.

ㅡKaang!!!

However, Zeto, who lowered his posture before he knew it, swung his sword gracefully and broke their daggers.

"Hmm...?"

Murka let out a questioning drool.

It's for a moment, but it's because I missed his movement.

'When the hell did he lower his posture...'

Incredibly agile speed.

Is he a guy who handles quick swords?

Even if the Drakkir's daggers were broken, it didn't matter much as there were many bladers without owners around them... But the quick sword, which surpassed even the Drakkir's perception, was a different story.

Making such a quick decision, Murka opened her mouth to Albed.

"Tie the bastard's feet."

At this, Albed lowered his head and immediately gave an order to the demons.

ㅡSuddenly!

ㅡSuddenly!!

The demons continued to push their bodies in spite of Zeto's sword cutting their throats.

In response, Jeto tried to wield the extended sword, but because there were too many of them, his sword was soon tied to Drakkir's body.

"...Knock..."

Drak'ir, despite his throat being cut halfway, stiffened his back and desperately grabbed Zeto's sword as it passed his throat.

"...Creeping."

The faceless killer, whose entire face was covered with worn-out bandages, smiled madly at the thought of having fulfilled his mission.

ㅡ Kkudeuk...

ㅡKuddeuk...

Soon after, the demons and Drakkir who attacked Zeto surrounded him from all sides as if a rough wave surged in.

In the end, Zeto is trapped in the flesh of the demons.

"It's a pity that I can't lift my head... But I can't help it."

On the forehead of Murka, who had been chanting, black horns like jet black appeared.

A strange swordsmanship that cuts through everything with a single knife, whether it be armor or daggers.

A speed that surpasses the awareness of the Drakkir.

It's amazing, but if that's all you have, die now.

It was the moment when Murka, touched by such an idea, was about to cast a spiral while clutching his hand that gathered Magi.

Now, if Murka only twists his hand, Zeto's body will be twisted beyond recognition along with his demons.

Meanwhile, Zeto, who was trapped in a mass of flesh with his sword tied, smiled quietly.

Everything was going the way he intended.

Naturally, this was covered by the flesh of the demons and did not reach Murka, who was on the other side.

'Are you laughing...?'

Albedman, who was sharing his vision with the demons who were imprisoning him, was able to confirm this.

"Murka-sama... Something... Something is strange...!!"

Albed's sudden cry.

Murkha tilted his head.

As soon as he confirmed, Zeto's sword was still clung to Drakkir's neck. Not just one neck, but the rest of the Drakkir held his sword tightly.

'What more can a swordsman who can't wield a sword think of...'

Murka put aside the doubts running through his head and cast Helix.

It was a fleeting moment.

"Me..."

Murka opens his mouth and his wrist slowly rotates.

Following his fingers, the entire area where Zeto had been was twisting into a lump of land.

At the same time.

ㅡQuad Deuk!!!!!

Murka's psychokinesis magic, a strange sound resonates between the gaps in the flesh of the demons in the place where Spiral was heading.

The clear and sharp sound of flesh cracking and splitting.

Clearly, Zeto's sword was still tied by the Drakkir, but dozens of red swords of unknown cause gushed out between the gaps in the flesh of the demons.

"...Line."

Murka, who had squinted his eyes, quickly finished.

Did he reveal his strength only at the end?

It's a strange power that's hard to understand cause and effect, but that's over now.

Murka thought so, but that thought did not last long either.

"..."

In the liquid that flowed between the flesh distorted by the psychokinesis magic... As for the red fresh blood, it was because human blood was not visible.

'Has it escaped... Through that gap.'

Then... Where is he?

Around the time when Murka had such a question.

A light flashes suddenly.

A bright light flashed through the dark forest.

'Thunderbolt...?'

Lightning struck the area swept by the spiral out of nowhere.

At the same time as Murka's gaze was taken away.

Jeto appeared.

Zeto jumped up close to Murka.

ㅡkeying!

A pure white light shimmered in the red sword he was holding in reverse.

ㅡQuarreung!!!!!

Then came the deafening sound of lightning.

"Just die, Murka."

Zeto's sword falls towards Murka's neck.