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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 192: Miruam Elizabeth El Rath (4)

Chapter 192: Miruam Elizabeth El Rath (4)

Fermack‌‍ Daman, Dun Scaith,‌‌ Dumnorix, and Sword⁠‍⁠ Fiend…

Each‍ and every one‌ of Tates Valtazar’s⁠ subordinates was a horrifying monster who‍⁠⁠ appeared as the‍⁠​ final boss of​‍‌ their respective arcs⁠‍‍ but Eochaid Bres‍​​ was like none‍‍⁠ other.

When⁠​​ the war began‌​‍ against the Titans,‍ the Danann needed​ a perfect king⁠ to group themselves‌​‍ together.

The‌‌ strongest god of⁠ Danann, who was‍‍‌ perfect in appearance,​⁠ intellect, and mana.‍⁠⁠ The first candidates‌‍​ for the position‍‍ were Nuada Airgetlam,⁠ the Danann of‍ the Sun, and⁠‍‍ Eochaid Bres, the‍​ Danann of Beauty.⁠

Both​​ of them were⁠‍‌ as powerful as​⁠ one another, but​​ when Nuada lost‌​ his arm against⁠​ the Great Warrior⁠​​ Sreng, he no‌‌‌ longer fit the‌ criteria of ‘perfection’‍ and Eochaid Bres,‍ therefore, became the‍ first King of⁠​‍ Gods.

The⁠‌‌ Danann of Beauty.‌​

It​​‌ was a divinity‌ that had nothing⁠⁠⁠ to do with​⁠ fighting at a glance, but every‍⁠ Danann was aware‍‍ of how that‍ wasn’t necessarily the‍⁠‍ case.

“Fuck…”​‍⁠

‘I’m‌ fucked.’

That‌‌‍ was the most‌​ fitting sentence he‌ could think of​ to describe this⁠‍​ turn of events.​‍ He had been⁠‍ expecting the strongest‌ warrior of Miruam,‍⁠​ Persia to appear‌ next.

“Why​⁠⁠ are you here?”​‌‍

“Our‌⁠ allied princess seemed⁠ to be having‌​ trouble, you see.”​

Did​​ she contact Tates‍ Valtazar the moment‍‌ the duels began‍​ or something?

“Hmm…”⁠‍⁠

“What?”⁠⁠​

“No,​ I was just​ thinking how Nuada‍‍ has chosen a good successor.”

Eochaid‍ Bres… the so-called⁠⁠ King of Beauty‌ appeared to be⁠​‍ fond of me.‍‌

『You‌‌ look quite decent.‌‌ You’ll probably make‍ a few ladies⁠⁠ cry.』

“Why?​ Because I’m handsome?”‍​

“Hoh~.‌‌‍ It is as​ you say.”

King​‍ of Beauty.

He‌‍ was a god‌⁠ glorifying beauty, whether​ it be a piece of artwork,⁠⁠‌ song, or humanity‍‍‍ itself. His life⁠⁠​ was filled with⁠‌⁠ praises of beauty,​‍ and he himself‌​ was a possessor⁠ of otherworldly appearance.​

“Well,‍ you look quite⁠‌ handsome too.”

“Not​ just ‘quite’. For​⁠ there has been‍‍​ no one in‍‌​ the records of‍‍ history to be‌ more beautiful than‌​​ myself.”

“Don’t‍ know about that.”​​⁠

“Hmm?”​​‍

Eochaid​⁠ Bres immediately wiped‌‌⁠ the smile off⁠‌ of his face⁠​ and stared at‌ me with a serious gaze after​⁠ hearing me doubt‍‌ his beauty. However,‍‍ I went on,‌​‍ just like I did in the‌⁠​ last iteration.

“Beauty​ is not limited‌ to what you​ see on the‌ outside.”

“Hoh.⁠‌ Do you dare‌​‍ try to teach​‍ me about beauty?”⁠

Placing​ my fist against⁠ my heart, I mocked him in​ a way he​ couldn’t forget.

“It​ is about what​‌⁠ lies here, the‌ heart. ‘Bres must​ know the joy​ of providing help.’”‍‍​

“…A‌​​ little brat pretending⁠⁠‍ to be Cairbre.”‍⁠

Bres‌ said with a frown on his‍⁠​ face.

That‌‌ was natural because‍⁠​ the reason he⁠ was chased out⁠‍ by the Danann​​⁠ despite being the​ king before Nuada,⁠‍ was because, aside‌‌‌ from his own⁠‍⁠ misdeeds, of the​⁠‌ satirical poem made‍​ by Cairbre, the​‌ son of Ogma‌ the Danann of​‍ Language.

The‍⁠ poem from Cairbre‍⁠ towards Eochaid Bres,⁠‌‌ who was more⁠ tyrannical and stingy⁠‍‌ than anyone else‌ despite craving beauty‌ included the line⁠​ below.

『Bres​‌ must know the⁠⁠ joy of providing⁠​‌ help!』

After⁠ seeing that sentence,‍⁠ red blisters started‌‌ to appear on​‍‍ his face, which​‌ was a physical‌⁠​ defect that couldn’t‌‌ be allowed for‍​⁠ the King of‍ Gods and thus‍⁠⁠ provided justification for⁠⁠‌ him being chased⁠⁠​ out.

In⁠ other words, it‌ was a humiliating​‌⁠ memory of the‌ past for him.‍

“Considering​ you’re the nemesis‌‍ of Esteemed Valtazar…‍‍ I hope you‍ can endure through‌ this.”

He‌⁠ flicked his hand​‍ as an enormous‌ weapon began to‌ appear from the‌​⁠ dimensional gap behind‌‌⁠ him. That was‍⁠‍ one of the‍​​ weapons of the⁠ Danann… which he,⁠ the King of​ Beauty, stole when⁠​‍ being chased out⁠‌​ of his throne.‍

“This⁠ is the Mountain​⁠ Severing Blade. Dodge‌⁠ and do not‌‌ try to block​⁠‌ it.”

The‍ enormous 50-meter-long sword​⁠ began its rapid‍​‍ descent towards me.⁠⁠

『System‍ Back-up in Operation.‌​ Reviewing the Precept.』‍‌‌

1st‌‌⁠ Precept: Duty
〚I will not​⁠⁠ disregard the misfortune​ of the good.〛​‌⁠

2nd⁠‍ Precept: Restriction
〚I do not​‍‍ perceive spirits.〛
〚Support: 50% Additional​ Damage〛

3rd‌​⁠ Precept: Pledge
〚I will save​ the world.〛
〚 Relativity: A++〛‍⁠
〚Support: 200% increase​‌ in Stats.〛

『Hero‌ Korin Lork, defeat‍​‌ all evil and⁠​ save the world.』‌‌‍
***

Grade‍⁠ 1 knight in‍‍​ Miruam’s faction, Persia,‌​ was incredibly confident‍‌ in his strength,​ but regardless of‍‍⁠ his achievements, the‍‌ Guardian Alliance never​‌ made him semi-Unique⁠​ Grade, let alone‍​ even let him⁠ take the ‘Limitless‍​⁠ Evaluation’.

When​ he asked the‍ Alliance about the‍ reason, all he‌⁠​ got in response‌​​ was, ‘You are‍‍​ still human.’

Semi-Unique‌⁠⁠ and Unique Grade.⁠⁠

Anyone‌ who exceeded the​‌ realm of humans‍​ was used to​ being referred to‍⁠ as a superhuman.‌‍

Knights‍⁠ and mages were​​ powerful. There was​‍⁠ no doubt about⁠‌ that. They defeated​​ demonic beasts and‌​ returned demonic spirits‌⁠ to the abyss,‍‍⁠ and from the⁠ eyes of normal‌ people, they were⁠ already superhumans and⁠‌ transcendents.

So‌‌ what kind of​ beings were the‌​ ones at the‌​‌ pinnacle, the ‘Unique’‍ ones?

Sword‌​ Master Lunia Arden.⁠⁠‍

Vampire​‌​ Marie Dunareff.

Dimensional‍‌​ Witch Josephine Clara.‌‍​

Sword⁠ Emperor Garrand Arden,⁠‍ the strongest of​‍​ his generation.

Persia‌‍ tried asking an⁠‌ executive of the‌⁠​ Alliance – a retired knight who‌ experienced the Witch​ Revolution – about⁠‌‌ Josephine Clara, who​‌ had the most​ records left under​‍ her name and‍ was the most⁠⁠​ famous historical figure​​ of the last‌‌⁠ century.

“I⁠ can still remember⁠ it to this‌‍⁠ date. Her magic⁠⁠ was tremendous and⁠ no other mages‍ were like her.”⁠

It⁠‍‍ was an ambiguous​‌ reply, so Persia‍​ asked for more.‍‌

“Magic‌‍​ fell like raindrops.‍‌ The sky opened‌ above 10 mages‍‌⁠ and rocks began‌‌ to fall, and​‌​ 5-meter-tall golems were‍⁠ buried by tonnes‍‌ of rocks.

“Tower​⁠ of Mages? Their⁠ strongest and most‌‌‌ fortified constructions evaporated‍‌ under the flaming⁠​⁠ comet falling from‍ the sky. None⁠​ of their defensive⁠‍ spells were able‌‌ to protect them‌​⁠ against the meteorite.‍⁠⁠

“Ahh,​‍ I also remember‍ Sir Tates Valtazar.‌ The Spear Saint‌‍⁠ was also in‍‌ that battle.”

Spear‌​ Saint, the strongest‌‌ of the previous‌‌⁠ previous generation, and⁠‌‍ the main protagonist​‌ of the Witch​​ Revolution. If Josephine⁠‌‌ Clara was that‍ strong as a semi-Unique Grade, then⁠​ how strong was‌ the Spear Saint,‍ a Unique Grade?‍

“The‍⁠‍ Dimensional Witch was​‌‌ indeed an incredible​⁠ mage. You could​​‌ that she was​​⁠ a transcendent being.”‌‍​

Then‍ what about Spear​​​ Saint, the only​‌‌ Unique Grade of‍‍‍ that generation?

“If‌​​ you saw the⁠‍ Spear Saint fighting​‍‍ back then, you​⁠ would only think​ of one thing.⁠‌ A ‘disaster’.”

Semi-Unique‌⁠ Grades were powerful.​‍ They were very⁠​ incredible, but the‌‌ retired knight said⁠ this about Unique‍‌ Grades.

“Would​‌⁠ you blame the⁠‌ hurricane if you⁠‍‌ were caught up‌⁠‍ in one? If‍ your ship broke‍⁠ from the ocean‌‍ waves during a voyage, would you‍ blame the steersman‌‍‍ or the ocean?​ That’s what Unique⁠​ Grades are – natural disasters that⁠ you cannot even‌⁠ blame.”

Even⁠ after hearing those⁠‍⁠ explanations, Persia didn’t‌ know what he​⁠‌ was supposed to⁠‌​ work towards. How⁠‍ exactly were you⁠‍ supposed to train‌‌ to catch up⁠⁠‌ to a disaster?​⁠ And besides, a superhuman among superhumans⁠⁠⁠ was a concept​‍‍ he couldn’t fully‍‍⁠ grasp either.

Lunia​⁠‌ Arden – she​‍ was an example‍‌ that he could​ refer to.

Seeing⁠‌ her forming aura⁠‍ into dozens of​‍ sword strikes was⁠⁠‌ incredible, but wars⁠‍ weren’t won based​ on how much‍​ aura or mana​‌ you had, right?‌‌

Leaving⁠‌ aside the Arden’s‍ ‘nonsensical’ stories of‌⁠ training in swordsmanship​‌‌ to cut through‌‌ the sky (which⁠ was simply ridiculous⁠ to him), humans‌ just needed to‍‌ be strong enough‌ to kill others‌‌​ with one sweep,⁠ right?

That‌ was why Persia⁠‍‌ was confident that​‍‌ he had the​‌​ sharp sword to‍‌ pierce through knights‍‍ and mages, even‌‌ if he couldn’t​ slice the sky.‌​

“Ah…”‍​‌

And‍ his confidence was⁠⁠ completely shattered today.‌ His shattered glass-like‍​ confidence was further‌ reduced to ashes‍⁠‌ the more he​‍ saw what was‍ happening before his​ eyes.

-Kuuu—!​⁠

-Kwaaa—!⁠​‍

Deafening​⁠‍ thuds were buried‍⁠ by thunderous noises.⁠‍ The earth boiled​​ from the intense​⁠​ heat as ravines‍⁠ were sliced apart‌ by sword strikes.‍​⁠

His​ eyes could not‌​ pick up anything.‌

It‍ was clear that‍ things were bouncing‍​ left and right‍⁠‍ – unlike his‌​ eyes, his ears‌‍⁠ were able to‍‍‍ pick up that‌‌‍ much.

However,​‍‍ he couldn’t see⁠ anything.

When⁠​ a cluster of‍ black aura was​⁠‌ scattered across, and‌ even when a sword strike suddenly‍⁠ struck down on‍⁠ the earth from​ above…

He‌​ could see the⁠⁠ phenomena happening to‍​ the landscape around​​ the arena, but‍‌‍ couldn’t see the⁠ ones that were‍ making such things​‌ happen.

“We⁠‍ need to… charge.”‍‍

Charge?‌‌ Right now? Hearing‌ the commander mumble,‌ Persia realized for‌‍ the first time​ how much rubbish​‍‌ someone could say.‌

That⁠⁠‌ place was a scene out of​⁠‌ hell.

Both​ living and nonliving⁠ were being crushed​‌ to smithereens. Was‍‌‍ he telling them‌‌‌ to charge through‌‌‍ the canyon, around‌ that arena? Was⁠⁠ he telling them​ to die?

“…”​⁠

“Strong,‌‌‌ aren’t you!”

The‌​ Hero of the​ Kingdom, who was⁠‌​ using the Sun‍‌​ for the first​‍⁠ time after the‍⁠ duels began, finally‍‌‌ stood still and‍‌ gazed at the​⁠‌ princess’s helper, who‌ was equally as‌‌‍ unfathomable.

They‌​‍ weren’t human.

That⁠​ was a natural​ disaster.

Without‍ exaggerating it a single bit, they‌​ looked invincible and‍‍​ everyone including Persia‌ realized it was⁠​ stupid of them‍ to even try​‍ to contend against⁠ that power.

Who​​ in the world‌ were they? How‌ could such invincible⁠‌‍ and ground-breakingly powerful​ deities exist in⁠⁠‍ the mortal world?‌‌

Who‌‍ was that Solar⁠ Knight manipulating the‍​ Sun at will,‌ and who was⁠ that beautiful-looking man,‌ summoning all sorts‍‌ of weapons and‍ armor against the‍⁠ Sun?

A war of non-humans⁠ was unraveling before​​ their eyes.

“Huhahaha…!‍⁠‍ To think there‍‍‌ was someone else​⁠‍ who could use⁠ the violent Sun‍ like Nuada! I thought I was‍ the only one‌‌‍ other than him​ who could do‌‌‍ such a thing!”⁠‍⁠

Despite‍​⁠ standing before the‌‍ immense Sun, Bres​ had a smile⁠⁠ on his face.‍⁠

Was‍ he enjoying the‍‍ situation at hand‌⁠ and this battle?⁠‌ That was a plausible conclusion considering‌‍⁠ his violent personality‍‍​ despite his pursuit‍​ of beauty.

Thus,​​ Korin increased the‌⁠‍ power of the‍‌‍ Sun. From Concentration‌⁠​ to Manifestation into⁠‌ Compression.

Airgetlam‍‌⁠ in his left‍⁠‌ arm embraced the‌​ infinite power of‌‍ the Sun, and​ the Silver Spear‌⁠‍ in his right​‍‌ hand oozed out⁠‌ with the sharp⁠‌ aura of Darkness.​​⁠

Both‌ the holy and‌ the evil were‌⁠ in his hands.​ That was how⁠‌ he appeared in​‍​ the eyes of‍ others.

The‌ sheer amount of‍ power he was‌ using made it‌⁠ hard to imagine​‌ that he was⁠ fighting another human‌⁠ being. It looked⁠ like he was⁠‌​ trying to directly​ defeat a Unique‌ Grade monster like‍‌ the King of​‌ Iron Mountain or‍ the King of‌‍⁠ Titans.

However,​⁠ Eochaid Bres confronted⁠⁠‌ the attack head-first.⁠‌‍

-Kaang!​

His‌‌ longsword clashed against‌‌​ the spear as‌​ embers flared up​ from their collision.‌‌‌ Korin was the⁠‌ one who was​ pushed back after​ the engagement.

“Tch…!”⁠⁠

He⁠ was flung away​ not because of⁠⁠‍ a difference in‍ power, but by​​‍ a delicate control‍ of strength. Through⁠ exquisite control of⁠⁠ his sword, Bres​ deflected the frontal⁠ burst of the​ Compressed Sun and‍⁠ the Demonic Spear,‍‌​ empowered by Shura,​​ without breaking a sweat.

‘Half-swording.’‍‍

It​‍‌ was a technique‌​ where the sword-wielder‍ grabbed the blade‍ with a thick‍ glove to have⁠‍‌ greater control in‍ close combat. For‌⁠⁠ typical longswords, it‌⁠​ was used to​‌‌ stab or twist‍‌ the opponent’s weapon⁠‍⁠ to look for‍‍ a gap.

“That⁠​ is an impressive​⁠​ amount of power.​​ I don’t necessarily​‍⁠ hate a head-to-head‍ bout of pure‌⁠ strength but… that⁠ won’t be an‌ elegant approach.”

This⁠​‌ time, he raised⁠‌​ a long and⁠⁠​ slim rapier and‍⁠‍ dashed in so‍ rapidly that Korin‍​ barely reacted to​ it despite his‍‍‌ amplified stats.

He⁠‌⁠ fought back with⁠‍ an Ominous Snake.⁠‌​ With the peculiar⁠ stab of a slithering serpent, he‌ stabbed an equal​⁠ amount of times​ to fend off⁠⁠​ the attack.

-Pabak!‌⁠

“Uht…!”⁠‌‍

The⁠⁠ spearman, despite his‌‌ weaponry advantage, allowed‌‍‍ several attacks from‍​‍ the rapier – that proved just‍​‌ how terrifyingly fast⁠‍‌ the rapier was‌ to nullify the⁠​​ disadvantage in reach.​

Korin​‌ tried to increase​‌ the gap after‍ allowing three stabs⁠‍​ to his left⁠ shoulder, but that⁠‌‍ was when a shadow was cast⁠‍⁠ over him from‍ the sky. An⁠ enormous hammer was‌‌ right above his⁠‍ head as streams​‌ of lightning flickered‍ around the hammer​​ of the God⁠ of Lightning.

-Kwaaaang!​‍‍

The‍‍ falling hammer of​​ the God of​ Lightning was blocked‍​‍ by the Manifested⁠⁠‌ form of the⁠ Sun. Their shockingly‌ destructive clash let‌⁠ out a deafening​ shockwave that erased‌‌ sound from the‍‌ world albeit momentarily.‌‍

The‍​‌ clash between two​⁠ immense powers resulted​⁠​ in a disastrous​​‍ aftermath.

“Huu…!”‌‌

In⁠ the midst of‌ that deadly explosion⁠‍ and surge of‌‍⁠ heat, the two⁠⁠​ warriors remained unscathed.⁠‌‌ After removing the‍​​ Sun and the‌ hammer, the two​​ of them stared‍​ at each other.‌‌‍

“Hoh~.‌ You even fended‌‌​ off the Frost⁠⁠ Giant’s hammer, huh?”​

‘As‌ powerful as always.’⁠‍​

He‍‌ had the power‌‍‌ to wield the​‌ Mountain Severing Blade,‍‍​ reaching 50 meters‍‍ in length, the‌ ability to carry​‌ out close combat⁠‍ with a rapier​‌‍ and have it⁠ faster than a spear; his nonchalant‍‌ use of the‍‌ God of Lightning’s‍‍ hammer, and a ridiculous pool of‍‌ mana that allowed‍‍⁠ his original self‌‍‍ to manipulate the⁠‌ Sun.

King‍ of Beauty.

The​‍ reason he was‌​‍ referred to as‌⁠ the King of​ Beauty, was because‍ he had nothing​⁠ he excelled at⁠⁠ the most. He‍⁠​ had overwhelming talents‍‌ at everything, hence‍​ the reason why‍‌ Korin called him‌ ‘all-powerful’.

That⁠ was why he​⁠‌ was able to‌⁠ make such good‌‍ use of a rapier and the‌⁠ hammer of the‍⁠ God of Lightning,​ despite them not​‍ being his main​⁠​ weapon. A monster‍​‍ like that having​ the Sun on​ top of that…⁠ was truly a horrible nightmare.

‘I​‍ remember barely putting‍ him down with‍​⁠ Park Sihu and⁠⁠ our strongest party.’​‍

Korin’s‍‌‍ spear was shivering.‌‌

His‍ mana was rapidly​‌ being drained and⁠ his aura was‌‍⁠ also hitting its‍‌ limit.

The‌ one in front⁠‌ of him was​⁠ the man who​ truly had been‌⁠‌ the King of⁠‌ Gods. Even with‍ the backup of​‌ his Precepts, he‌‍ was still far‌‌ from reaching Eochaid‌ Bres’s level.

‘I​​ can come up⁠‍⁠ with a few‌‍⁠ risky moves but…’⁠

Would‌‍ he be able‍‌⁠ to defeat Eochaid​​⁠ Bres? Without the‌‍‍ help of his⁠‌‌ team?

Korin‍ was a complete‍⁠‍ counter to Dun⁠⁠ Scaith;

Fermack‍⁠⁠ Daman was one‌ who focused on​ technique more than‌ power, therefore, there​‌ was some likelihood⁠⁠ of victory;

As‌ for Dumnorix, it​⁠⁠ would depend on‍‍ what kind of‌ state he was‌‍ in, but there⁠⁠ would always be‍ a solution.

However,⁠ that wasn’t the​ case for the‍ man before him.‌⁠

Tates⁠⁠⁠ Valtazar and Eochaid‍​ Bres weren’t enemies​‌⁠ he could defeat​ by relying on‍‌​ compatibility, petty tricks,‍ or pure strength.‍ Only through a long and thorough⁠⁠‌ preparation would there‍​​ be some chance⁠ of victory against‌ those monsters.

“Well,⁠ I’ve been in‍ worse situations.”

Regardless‌‍ of probabilities, Korin‍‍ decided to do⁠‍ it simply because‌ it had to‍​​ be done.

He‌ collected his breath‍ and prepared himself.​‍⁠

Korin‍​⁠ Style Final Demonic⁠‍ Spear—

“Hohh…!”​​​

Eochaid‌‍ Bres had to⁠ contain his excitement‍ upon feeling the⁠‌ constant waves of‍ power that was‍‌ being gathered and⁠‍ compressed before his‌‌ eyes. His heart​​ was pounding, and‌⁠​ it seemed that⁠‍‍ he was being⁠​​ ‘fearful’ for the​⁠ first time in​​‌ a very very⁠‍‍ long time.

And‌⁠ fear was an​ element that made⁠ the heart race.‌ By relying on⁠​‍ the pumping heart,‍‌ Bres raised his‌‌‍ fighting spirit.

“Good.​​ Very good! I have also noticed‍‍ that I must⁠‍ use everything in​​ my arsenal to‍ defeat you!”

He​‌‌ reached out into⁠‍ the air and​ took out a single sword. It‌‍‌ was a bewitchingly‍ mysterious turquoise sword,‍⁠‌ which Korin also​‌ knew the name⁠ of.

“Fragarach…”‍​⁠

“You​ know it? The‌‍‌ annoying little Lugh‍‌ left it behind,⁠⁠ but somehow, it‍‍​ ended up in‍⁠​ the hands of‍ the northern God‌⁠‌ of Abundance.”

Magic‌ Sword Fragarach.

A sword of certain​ victory on the⁠‍ level of Claiomh​ Solais. No armor‍ could withstand it,‌ and it was⁠​ a sword that⁠‍‌ could not miss‍‍ its target.

It‌‌ was one of‍​⁠ the strongest weapons​ of the Danann​ race.

“That’s‌⁠⁠ why I killed‌ him and took‌​‌ it for myself.‍‍ It’s a treasure‌‍ belonging to the⁠​ Danann after all.​​ That was already​‌ more than 1,000‍⁠ years ago.”

Despite‍​ the vicious smile⁠⁠⁠ on his face,⁠ Bres took care​‍⁠ not to lose‌‌‍ his beauty.

Stingy‍ Bres.

Violent​‌⁠ Bres.

He,‌​ who was powerful‌⁠ enough to be⁠​​ nominated as the‌​ King of Gods​⁠ despite those qualities,‌‌ started pouring an⁠​ unimaginable amount of‍‌‍ mana into the⁠ magic sword.

“I’ve⁠ gone through this‌​⁠ before.”

In‍ response, the spearman​​ gathered every bit⁠ of aura and‍⁠​ collected it into‍⁠⁠ his spear.

““…!!””​⁠‌

Suddenly‌​ the earth started​⁠ to quiver as⁠‌‌ the two of‍‍ them started to‌⁠⁠ casually walk towards​ each other. The‌​‌ magic sword and‍‌​ spear flinched with‌‍ each of their⁠⁠ steps. The closer‍​ they got, the⁠ more they vibrated,⁠‌​ crying out their‍ wish to destroy‍‍ their foe.

It‍​​ was excruciating for‌‌ those watching. The‌ onlookers felt their​‍⁠ blood churning, and‍‌​ standing still was‌ proving to be⁠⁠‍ extremely difficult.

That‌‍ was the aftermath​‍ created due to‍ an unimaginable amount‍ of energy going‍⁠‍ turbulent inside the⁠​‍ limited frame of​⁠ weapons. The turbulent‍​ storm of energy​⁠ only stopped when‌⁠ the two of⁠‌‍ them were close⁠ enough to reach​ each other with‌⁠ one step.

“One​ final attack will‌ seal the deal.⁠⁠‌ Young spearman.”

“I‍ guess… I won’t‍​​ be a man​‍ to not ride​‌⁠ on it.”

The‍ two men gazed‌⁠​ straight at each‌‍‌ other in tranquility‌‌ with their backs​​ straight for 2 seconds. After that—‍

—Final​ Demonic Spear

—Fragarach​

By​ the time anyone‌‍ realized it, the​‌ spearman and the‌​ previous King of‍ Gods were standing‌​ on opposite sites‍⁠ with their backs​‍‌ facing each other.‍‌‌

Without⁠ caring about the‍​ blood on their​ arms and shoulders,⁠ the two had‌ their backs turned​ but were still‍ gazing at their⁠⁠‌ foes over their‌⁠‍ shoulders.

That⁠​ was the end​ – they weren’t⁠​ following through with​ another attack, and⁠‍​ they stopped their​​‌ fight after that⁠​‍ one move.

Even‌‍ the onlookers could‍⁠‍ tell why.

“M,⁠ my word…”

“O‍​ god…”

The⁠‌ Final Demonic Spear‍⁠‌ that could slay‌‌‌ dragons and the⁠‌⁠ strongest sword strike‌⁠‌ of the King‍‌ of Gods – the two attacks​ didn’t end just‌⁠ by attacking their‌‍​ enemies. The tiny‍​‌ canyon was widened​ by force and‌‍ clouds off in⁠​ the distant skies⁠ were cut off‌​‌ into two.

The‍​‌ earth was reformed‍​ after their attacks‌‌ which had even​​ reached the distant‌‍ sky.

Everyone⁠⁠ watching was in‌⁠​ awe and trepidation.‍ Who could possibly‌⁠ create such heaven-defying‍‌ disasters? These men‌‍ were all-powerful deities‌‍ of monstrous might;⁠⁠ a heaven above‌ heaven and a one-man army.

That‍⁠⁠ was a Unique​‌ Grade.

This⁠ was the historical⁠⁠⁠ moment where another‌‍ transcendent being was​ born into this​​​ world.

“…Impressive.”‍

Bres​ had to ponder⁠ to himself after​‌​ that attack.

A mere human had​⁠ reached this level​‍​ in such a short period of‌⁠ time, so how⁠​‍ could he not‍‍ praise him for​ it?

In​‌‍ turn, however, that‌ was why it​ was a bit⁠ of a problem.‍​‍

When‍ Valtazar was considering⁠‌ this brat as‌ his destined nemesis,‌ Bres thought he‌ had gone senile,​⁠‍ but after seeing‍‍​ him with his⁠⁠ own eyes, Bres‌⁠ could say that⁠ he was a perfect fit for‌⁠‌ that position.

But‍ that was why​‍‌ it was a problem regardless of​‌⁠ who died at‌ the end of​⁠⁠ this war; whether‍⁠ it be that⁠ brat or himself​⁠‌ surprisingly.

This​‌ was finally going‌​‌ to be a fight between a ‘Danann’ and a ‘Danann’ and one​ of the main‌⁠ actors falling before​‍‍ the final act​⁠‍ would mean his​ long-cherished wish would⁠ not be fulfilled.​​

“I​ give up.”

“Ehk?”​‍⁠

“Aiya~‍‍​ I give up.‍ It’s my loss.”‌‌​

“What‍‌ the f-!”

The‍ ‘Danann of the‌‌ Sun’ seemed discontent‍‍ by the sudden‌ letdown, but the‌​ ‘Danann of Beauty’⁠‌‌ shrugged his shoulders‍⁠ and replied with​ a smile.

“Well,‌‍ don’t worry about⁠⁠‍ it. I am​‍‌ not your destined‌‌​ contender.”

Leaving‌ those words behind,​ Eochaid Bres vanished​​‍ from the spot.‍⁠ As the King⁠‍ of Beauty, he⁠ was elegant even‍⁠ in his escape.⁠‍

“Hah…”‌‌​

Korin‍​ fell back after‍⁠‍ that anti-climactic ending‌ and collected his‌⁠​ breath.

“…”‌‍​

“…”​​⁠

The‍ army, who had‌ been watching the‍​​ fight unfold, could‌‌⁠ not advance a single step forward‍​ and were struck‍ speechless at the⁠‌ devastating remains left‍‍ behind by godly‍​ monsters.

“Fuu…​‍ That bought us⁠ another day at‌ least.”

It‌ was when he‌ was heaving out⁠⁠ a sigh of⁠​ relief – a piece of paper‌ slowly fluttered down​ in front of​​ Korin’s eyes.

1.‍‌‍ Only warri r be sent the‍‌⁠ are a each‍‍‌ .
2. The , Korin Lo , will fight w rrior n by⁠‍‍ Miruam Eliza El⁠ Ra once .
. The army​ advan during .
4. The ar‍‍‌ y stop advanci‍ g mom the‍ ends.
Th above ract‌ will gin when⁠ Miruam Eli eth⁠‍‌ El Rath en‍‍⁠ the aren by​‍⁠ hers .

“Huh?”‌

The‌ content of the⁠​ geass – an‌ obligatory contract – was being scorched‌‌‍ to ashes. What‌‌⁠ was going on?‌​ Why was this‌‍​ contract made with⁠‍‌ the help of​ 400 mages falling​‍ apart?

“Wait…”‌‌⁠

Did​​ the contract get‌ damaged during the‍‍ fight against Eochaid​ Bres?

That‌ was impossible, right?​‍‍ A contract made‌ through the combined​‍ mana of 400‍​ mages wouldn’t be⁠‍ broken unless it⁠ was affected by​‌ heaven-defying weapons like⁠​ the Sun or⁠ the hammer of⁠‍​ the God of‌ Lightning…

“Fuck.”‍

It⁠ was me, huh?​⁠

From‌ a distance, the‍⁠​ princess riding on​ her horse slowly⁠‍​ raised her hand‍‍​ before decisively lowering​ it down.

“All​⁠ troops. Forward.”

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