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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 64

Chapter 64

That.‌

It​‍ was something colossal.⁠‌

That.‌​

It‌⁠⁠ was a knight​‍​ of solid steel.‍‍‌

A Black Knight whose​ armor, dyed pitch​ black, made it‍‍‍ even more imposing.​

Vmmmmmmmm…⁠​‌

From‍‌ within the massive‌ visor, an intense⁠​‍ red light shone.‌​

— What… is that?‌ A golem?

“…What‌‍ is this…?”

“A‌ golem…?”

“…What⁠‌ the hell is​ that?”

Aint,​ Luina, and Verian—who‌‍‌ was still sprawled⁠⁠‍ in a corner‌ of the battlefield—stared​​ dumbfounded at the⁠⁠‍ towering figure of⁠‌ the golem. It​‍ wasn’t that they‌‌​ had never seen⁠ one before, but​⁠⁠ never one nearly⁠⁠​ ten meters tall.⁠

“This⁠⁠ is Witgungen.”

Fernan⁠‍ took a deep​‌ breath.

From⁠‌‌ up there, everything‌ looked like tiny​ toys.

Aint,⁠‌⁠ Luina.

“Even‍​‌ that damned demon.”⁠

And​ also Andromalius.

“You​‌ think you can⁠⁠‍ defeat me just​ because you built​‌⁠ that piece of‍​​ trash?”

“Nothing​⁠​ is impossible.”

Of‌‍ course, it wouldn’t‌ be easy. But‌ if there truly‍‌ hadn’t been any⁠​ chance, Fernan never⁠ would have poured​ so much effort‍ and time into‍ creating that golem.‌‌

“Let’s⁠ go, Wooden.”

Fernan​‌ stroked the golem.⁠

“Show⁠⁠‍ that damned demon​‍ what you’re made‍‍ of.”

That‍⁠ was the signal.​‌‍

The​ golem’s eyes glowed‌​‌ more intensely. Its‍ massive body began‌‍ to move.

Slow,​ heavy, in accordance⁠​‍ with its size.‌

Or‌‍‌ so it seemed.‌

In​ an instant, the​‍​ golem’s immense sword‍‍​ was already before​ Andromalius’s face.

“…!”‍⁠

Clang!⁠

But​⁠‍ the sword didn’t⁠⁠ hit its target.​‌ Something enormous interposed‌⁠​ itself between the‌‍ golem and Andromalius.​

Shhhhhh!​‍

The⁠⁠​ serpent, which had⁠​⁠ been coiled around​⁠ the demon’s right‌‍‍ arm, stretched out⁠​‍ nearly 30 meters,‍⁠‌ transforming into a gigantic beast.

“Handle‍‌⁠ it. Destroy him.”⁠

Ssssshha!!​‍‍

At⁠ Andromalius’s command, the‍ serpent sprang forward‍ like a released‍‌⁠ spring.

“He’s​​ coming, Wooden!”

The‌‌‍ golem braced itself,‌‌‍ barely bending its​‌‌ knees and extending​‍‍ its sword.

Hissssss!​

The​​‌ serpent’s head twisted⁠ in the air,‌‍​ barely dodging the⁠​‌ slash—or so it⁠⁠ seemed, for the⁠ blade’s trajectory shifted⁠‍‌ at the last⁠​‌ second and followed​ it immediately.

Boom!⁠‌

The‍‌​ impact between blade‍‍ and scales caused​‍ an explosion. The‌‍ serpent’s massive body‍‍⁠ was sent flying.​​‌

“…Can​⁠‌ a golem move‌⁠ like that?”

“It’s⁠⁠‍ unbelievably fast…!”

Both‍ knights were bewildered.‍ They might not‍​⁠ have known much‍‌​ about golems, but‌ they knew none⁠⁠​ they had ever‌‌ seen could do‌​ that.

“…Not⁠‍ as much trash​‍ as I thought.”⁠

Even​ Andromalius seemed surprised;‍ his eyes opened‍‌ slightly wider.

“Of​‌ course. Do you‍ know how much​ money I poured‌‍⁠ into this?”

Money​‌‍ is power.

At‍‍​ least in the‍‍ field of golem‌‍ research, that maxim‍‌ always held true.‍‍

The⁠​ golem, after sending​​‍ the serpent flying,⁠ didn’t stop. It​ closed the distance‌​⁠ in the blink‍‍‍ of an eye⁠⁠ and swung its⁠‍ sword as though‍​ it meant to⁠‍ split the world​​‌ in two.

Just​⁠ before it reached​ Andromalius, the earth⁠ caved in.

The⁠ sword fell vertically,⁠‌‌ dragging the demon‌ dozens of meters⁠⁠ underground.

Wham!⁠

And⁠ in the next⁠‍⁠ instant, as if⁠ a meteor had​⁠⁠ struck, a shockwave‌⁠‌ shook the ground.​⁠

The‍‍⁠ sword didn’t manage‍​ to cut Andromalius‌‍​ completely. The demon⁠ crossed both arms,⁠‌ dark as pitch,⁠‌ and blocked the‍⁠⁠ blow.

Even‍​‌ so, the shattered⁠​ fragments of demonic​ energy, the spilled‍⁠ blood, and his⁠ trembling gaze proved⁠⁠ it had been‍ an effective strike.​⁠

It⁠⁠⁠ worked. The money‍​ hadn’t failed.

Fernan’s‍ face filled with‌ savage euphoria.

“…How‍ dare you?! A mere human injuring​​ me?!”

And‍ with that rage,​ Andromalius erupted.

Black⁠‌ magic burst from‍ his entire body,​‌ twisting like serpents,​⁠‌ lunging at the‍ golem.

It​ managed to cut⁠​⁠ some down with⁠ its sword, but‍‍‍ there were hundreds.​​ It couldn’t block⁠ them all.

Although,‌‍ in truth, it⁠​ wasn’t necessary.

Fwoosh!​⁠​

The‌ golem’s body emitted​​‍ a faint glow.‍ A semi-transparent defensive​‍​ shield enveloped it.​​‍

“Cheap​⁠ trick!”

But‍​‍ the true strike⁠​​ came afterward—a punch.⁠⁠

A compact mass of‌ dark magic.

Clang!​

The‍​ shield shattered like​ paper. Even so,​ the fist didn’t​ dissipate. It slammed‍ straight into the​⁠ golem’s chest.

Its‌‍‍ torso plating caved​​ in. The massive‌ body was hurled​ out of the​⁠‍ crater.

Tap.⁠⁠ Andromalius exhaled heavily‍⁠⁠ as he rose‍‍‍ to the surface.‌

“…How‌⁠ dare you wound‌ me…?”

Crack.‌‍

He‍‍​ raked his hair‍ violently with one‌ hand. Only one—the‍​‍ other dangled, half‍‍ broken.

“You⁠​​ won’t have an⁠​​ easy death.”

“In​⁠ the overworld, there’s​‍ a well-known saying:⁠​ those who speak⁠‌ boldly are usually⁠‌‍ one of two⁠‌​ things.”

The​‌ golem took stance‍ again. Its dented‌‌ armor had already⁠‍ regenerated.

“Either​ an idiot, or‍‌​ a swindler. Which​ one are you?”⁠‌⁠

“Malrius!”⁠‍​

Andromalius⁠ roared.

“How​⁠⁠ much longer must​⁠ I endure the‌ ravings of an​​⁠ insect?”

At⁠​ that moment, something‌‌ enormous crashed down‌ onto the golem.‍

It‍⁠‍ was so fast‍ and massive that⁠​⁠ it couldn’t dodge.⁠ So it didn’t.⁠⁠

Fernan​‍​ raised an earthen‍⁠​ barrier, creating a wall that bought​‍​ only a brief‍⁠ instant.

The‌‍‍ golem, absorbing mana⁠‌⁠ even from its‍ master, activated its‌⁠​ core and reinforced⁠‌‌ its sword with⁠​ aura.

Its‌ legs sank into⁠ the ground.

And⁠​‍ then.

Slash!‍

An​ emerald thrust sliced⁠​​ the serpent in‌ two.

***‍⁠‌

“…God…”‌​‍

“…What⁠ exactly am I looking at…?”

— That’s a golem?⁠

Aint​ stared at the‍⁠ golem, stunned.

It​⁠‍ was the first‍ time he had⁠ seen a ten-meter​‍ golem, and even​​ so, he found‌‌ it hard to​ believe what he‌​ was seeing, even​ with it right‌⁠‍ before his eyes.⁠‌‌

Could‌‍‍ that demon, who​‍ seemed impossible to​⁠‌ defeat, really be⁠ cornered so relentlessly?​

Had⁠‍‍ it truly just‍​‌ cleaved that giant‌‌⁠ serpent in two?⁠‍⁠

— How much has⁠ golem technology advanced‌⁠ in the thousand⁠ years I was​​‌ asleep?

— If they’re this​‌‌ strong, there’d be​​‌ no need to⁠ follow the Emperor’s‍⁠‍ plans. Just build‌‌‌ golems and we⁠‌‍ could wipe out‌​⁠ the demons with​‍​ ease.

“…No,‍‌ not all golems‍‍​ are like this…”‍‌‍

If​⁠ they had been,‌ this world wouldn’t​⁠‌ have been plagued‌ by wars between‌ humans, nor humans‌‍ against monsters, but‌‍‍ battles between golems.‌

“…That’s‌‌ so typical of‍​⁠ Fernan.”

Luina⁠⁠ wasn’t much different‍⁠​ from Aint.

In‌⁠ fact, having been‍‌‌ ready to lay‌‍ down her life,‌ the impact on‌⁠‌ her was even‍‍ greater.

“…We‍ can win.”

It⁠​ was no longer‌⁠ a gamble with⁠‍⁠ minuscule odds, but‌‍ a real hope‌‌​ for victory.

“Fernan!”‌‍​

She⁠ called his name‌⁠ without realizing it.​ And Fernan answered.​⁠

“No​ need to shout.⁠⁠​ I hear you⁠⁠​ perfectly.”

He‍⁠ didn’t look particularly‌⁠ well, but his⁠‌ eyes were still⁠​ brimming with life.‍​ He tossed a potion to Luina⁠ and another to​‍ Aint.

“Luina,⁠⁠ Aint. The rest​‌ is in your​ hands.”

“What⁠ do you mean?”​

“Huh?⁠​ Why suddenly…?”

“Wooden‍⁠⁠ can’t fight anymore.”‍​⁠

Flash!⁠‍​

A blue light enveloped‌ the golem. When‍ they opened their⁠‍⁠ eyes after the‌ flash, there wasn’t⁠​ a trace of​​ it left.

“That‌ last strike consumed‍⁠⁠ the core’s entire‍⁠⁠ energy.”

It‌ wouldn’t be able​ to move for⁠ quite a while.⁠​‍

“I’m​‌ the same.”

Fernan⁠​ had pushed his‍ mana to the⁠⁠ limit, fusing it‌ with the core⁠ to unleash a final attack.

His​ mana heart was⁠‍⁠ completely drained and‌⁠‌ throbbed painfully.

“But…”⁠

— No, they can⁠ still do it.‌⁠‍ Your watering can​ already did enough.⁠‌⁠

Gardner‌‌​ whispered.

— Look closely at⁠​⁠ that bastard’s state.⁠ His arm is​‍ broken.

Though‍​‍ it was regenerating‌‌ slowly, it was‌⁠ still a serious​​ wound.

— And best of‌ all—that damned serpent‌‌ is gone!

The‍ combined effort of‍⁠ Aint and Luina⁠⁠ was clearly coordinated​⁠ and well-matched. They‌⁠‍ could wound Andromalius.​⁠

What⁠ had prevented them⁠‍​ from landing a decisive blow before‍ was simply that‍‍ they were only‍⁠‌ two.

That‌‌ black serpent, with‍‍ scales so tough‍​ no ordinary aura‍⁠ could damage them.⁠‌

They⁠ couldn’t strike recklessly.‍‍⁠ Luina had been⁠‌ willing to stake​ her life on⁠ one desperate gamble.⁠⁠

Until​‍​ Fernan disrupted her​‍ plan, that is.‌

But​​ now things had⁠‌⁠ improved.

“Understood.”⁠​​

Luina⁠⁠‌ downed the potion​‌‌ in one gulp.⁠

“I‌ don’t think you’d​​‍ entrust me with‌‌​ something impossible. I’ll‌​ trust you.”

During⁠ that semester together,​⁠‍ between her and​‍​ Fernan, a trust‍‍ had formed that‌⁠ couldn’t be explained⁠ with words.

Some⁠​‍ might say it⁠ was one-sided trust‍‍ on Luina’s part—but⁠​⁠ to her, if⁠​​ Fernan said it⁠⁠ was possible, then⁠​ it was.

“Aint.”​‍‍

Seeing‍ that determined gaze,⁠ his own expression‍⁠‍ shifted.

“Yes,⁠ senior Luina.”

“Can​ you stand?”

“Of⁠ course.”

Aint‍‍‌ swallowed the potion‍‍⁠ and gripped his⁠ sword tightly. Everything‌ hurt. His bones⁠ were cracked all⁠‌‌ over.

And‍ still, he had​​ to fight. Because​⁠‍ at stake was​ his life, and‌ the life of‍ the entire continent.‌‍⁠

Besides—this‍​ was a unique​ chance, where victory‍‍‌ finally seemed within​⁠‍ reach.

The⁠⁠‍ two knights moved‌‍ once more.

***‌‌

“…Malrius?”‍​

Among‍ all those on⁠‍⁠ the battlefield, the⁠⁠ one most shaken​ by the serpent’s⁠ death was not‌‌⁠ Aint or Luina.​⁠‌

It‍‌ was Andromalius. The‍ master of the‍‌ dead serpent.

“…This​ makes no sense…!‍‍‍ How could trash‌⁠‍ like that…?!”

The‌⁠ black serpent, Malrius,‍ was not a mere creature. It‌‍ was his double,⁠ a part of​‌‌ his very being.​

The‌ death of Malrius⁠⁠⁠ was not just‍ the loss of‍⁠ a separate entity,​ but the disappearance​​ of a part‍‍ of Andromalius himself.⁠​​

“……!”​

But⁠⁠⁠ there was no⁠ time for mourning.​‍ The situation was‌ far from over.​ The demon could⁠‍ not endure this⁠‍ humiliation. He could‌​⁠ not accept it.‌‌

“…Very​ well! I will⁠ kill you all!​‌ Every last one​ of you!”

He‌ faced the two​ knights, who were​‌⁠ already closing in⁠ with swords raised.​​⁠

The⁠‌‌ demon clenched his⁠ fist. Aint and⁠ Luina lowered their⁠‍​ stances.

An‌‌ instant later, both⁠‌ knights propelled themselves‍​‍ off the ground.⁠​

A pure white light‍‌ and a blue‌ flash traced two​‌​ different paths, both‌​ aimed at the​‍​ same target.

Black‌​ magic met them.‍

Booom!‍‌

Countless‌‌‌ wounds ripped into‍ the ground, raising​⁠​ a cloud of‌‌‌ dust.

Fragments‍ flew in all‍ directions, and the​⁠ shockwave swept through​ everything in its‍‌‍ path. Andromalius’s demonic‍⁠ magic writhed like⁠‌ a living serpent,‌‍‍ searching for openings‍‌ in the knights’​ defenses.

But​​⁠ they were not‍ alone. They covered‌ each other, their‌⁠​ swords crossing in‍​ a flawless dance.‍‌​

It‌‍ was a dance.‍ A sacred dance⁠ of extermination, meant⁠‍‌ to seal and⁠ execute the demon.​​

─!‌‍⁠

The⁠‍ wounds on the⁠‍ demon’s body multiplied.⁠ His skin, once‍⁠ impenetrable, was no‌ longer firm. His‌‍ broken arm was⁠⁠‌ now a glaring​ blind spot.

─!⁠​

The⁠⁠ power of the‍ demons’ natural enemies⁠​ devoured his energy‍ like fish in‌⁠ water.

“Damn⁠ Armian descendants!”

The⁠​‍ brighter the light​ shone, the more‌‍ the darkness faded.​‍​ With each cut​​‍ of their swords,‍​​ the demonic magic‍ unraveled.

And‍‌​ still, the demon⁠ did not fall.⁠‍​

“Do⁠ you think I will lose?!”

His‌ blood turned into‌ poison, and the‍​‍ fragments of magic​‍ still obeyed his​‌‌ will.

“I‍ am Andromalius! Count‍‌‌ of Hell! Commander‍‌‌ of the eleven​‍ infernal armies!”

He‍ roared as he‍​ stood, glaring with⁠⁠ contempt at the‍‍‌ humans.

“I⁠‌ am the herald‌​⁠ of the infernal⁠‌​ invasion that will‌​ conquer the middle​​‍ world!”

His⁠​⁠ magic raged wilder,‍‍‌ fiercer, more violent.​‍

“And‍ what of it?”⁠​⁠

But⁠‍‌ the one before⁠ him was no​⁠‍ mere human.

“Then‌‌‍ I am that‍‌ Armian you so⁠​ despise.”

The‍ natural enemy of​ demons.

“The​‌⁠ heir of the⁠‍ First Emperor, whose​ name alone makes⁠ you tremble.”

The‍ scourge of hell.‌

— Go, Aint! That’s‌ only his final‌ roar before death!‍⁠

The‌​⁠ cause that shattered‍‌‌ all the demons’​​⁠ dreams.

The‌​ First Emperor’s sword⁠⁠ blazed.

The‌‍ white light that⁠‍ grew by devouring‍ demonic magic now‍⁠ shone greater than‌‍ ever.

────!⁠‍‍

Light​⁠‌ and darkness clashed.‌

“Ah…”​‍​

Andromalius​ clutched his chest.​⁠ An instant later,‌‌​ a fountain of‌​⁠ blood burst from​ his torn torso.‌

Crack.⁠⁠ Then, another sword‍⁠ pierced his heart.​⁠‌

“I…⁠ I…!”

His‌​ eyes dimmed rapidly.‌

“Don’t⁠​⁠ think I am⁠ the last! This​ is only the⁠​ beginning! In the‌‌​ end, the middle‌‌ world will be⁠ ours…!”

— Classic third-rate villain​​‍ line.

And‍ so it ended.​⁠

Andromalius​‍​ lost all life‍ and collapsed. In⁠‌‌ that moment, his⁠ corpse disintegrated into‍ dust.

“…This…”⁠​⁠

— Demons do not⁠‌‍ belong to the‌​ middle world. That‍‍‌ is why they⁠‍ are not even‌‍⁠ allowed to leave‍ behind a body.​​

Thus‌ the demon died.‍‌‌ A miracle forged‌ in a desperate‍ situation.

But‌⁠ not everyone was‌​​ satisfied with the‌ outcome.

“…No⁠⁠ way. He just‍⁠⁠ disintegrates? After everything⁠​ we suffered and​‍‍ there’s nothing left?”‍‍​

A merchant, who had​⁠​ dreamed of making⁠‍ products using the‍‍ serpent’s body, collapsed‌‌‌ in despair.

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