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Rise of the Fallen Kingdom’s Third Prince Chapter 301: Final Battle (3)

Chapter 301: Final Battle (3)

When‌⁠‌ the giant, human-shaped​​ figures appeared to‍ block the way,‌ Moyongchan couldn’t help‌⁠ but let out‍ a sigh.

He⁠​​ had traveled the‍ world on his⁠ missions to eradicate‍ evil, eliminating all‌​ sorts of monsters​‍‍ and demonic sects,​ but this was⁠⁠​ the first time⁠⁠⁠ he had seen⁠ something so horrifying.​​

He‌‍ could feel an‍⁠ evil intent that​ denied human dignity⁠​ at its very​ roots, as if‍ mocking the very‌⁠ concept of existence.⁠‍

That‍ only made him⁠‌ angrier.

“Sven,⁠‍​ Eto!”

“Yes!”⁠⁠

“Yes!”​

The​​ two knights he‌‍ had taken under‌​ his wing in‍ Liberta answered in​‍ unison.

“Stay‌ calm. I want‌‌⁠ us to meet‍⁠ again alive.”

“Yes,‌‍ Master.”

“Master,​‍ you take care​ as well.”

“Of⁠ course.”

Perhaps‍ Yuri would be​ annoyed if he‌⁠ heard it, but⁠‍‍ these two were​‍⁠ his true disciples.​

In‍⁠ Yuri’s case, he‍‍ had been nearly‍‌⁠ complete as a swordsman from the‌ very start, and​ Moyongchan had barely‍⁠ interfered with his‍ growth; now Yuri‌​ was even stronger⁠⁠ than him, so‌ calling himself Yuri’s​‍‌ master felt uncomfortable.⁠‌⁠

Sven⁠‌ and Eto, on​ the other hand,⁠‌ had reshaped their​⁠​ entire understanding of‍ the sword thanks​⁠ to Moyongchan.

Especially‌⁠​ Eto, whom he‌ had instructed with​​ particular dedication, teaching⁠​​ him not only‌ martial techniques but‌‍ also the mental‍‌ discipline behind them.​​

Sven,⁠ for his part,‍‌ had reformed his⁠‍⁠ life after meeting⁠ Yuri, so Eto—who‌ had no connection⁠ to Yuri—could be‍​ considered entirely Moyongchan’s​⁠ creation.

“Eto.”‌​

“Yes.”‌​​

“If‍​‍ you survive, I’ll‌‌ teach you the​ Blue School’s secret⁠‍ technique.”

“I’ll‍​​ survive and learn​ it, Master.”

Then‍ Sven, standing beside⁠‌ them, asked:

“And​‌‍ me?”

“You‍ learn from Yuri.”‍​​

“Huh?‍‌ Why the difference…?”‍

Sven‍‌‍ grumbled, reminding him​‌ a great deal‍⁠​ of Yuri in⁠ attitude, which only‍​⁠ made it more​​​ irritating.

“Everyone‍ on the continent‍⁠⁠ knows you and‍‌​ Yuri are close⁠ friends. I think​‍‌ he could teach‍​ you better than‍⁠ I could.”

“Master,​ are you jealous?”‌‍

“Shut‍​ up!”

“….”⁠‍⁠

“If,⁠⁠ when this war‍‌ ends, your loose‍⁠⁠ tongue is still​​ intact, maybe I’ll‍ teach you a couple of moves.”​‍

“I’ll‌ take good care‍‍‍ of it.”

While​ they were talking,‍ Briol’s vanguard clashed‍‌‌ first with the‌ giants.

From​ the front line‌‍ came an eruption​‌ of blood and‌ chunks of giant​‌ flesh.

The​‌ culprit was obvious.‌‌​

There‍⁠ was only one⁠ person who always‌‍⁠ fought at the‌‍‌ very front, constantly‍‍​ unleashing sword power​‍⁠ so overwhelming it​​ could dominate the‌​ entire continent.

“Yuri’s‍ tearing through them.⁠⁠‌ We’d better go.”‌⁠

Just‍ before charging, Eto‌ asked:

“I’m‍ curious about something.”​‌​

“Say‌⁠‌ it.”

“If‍ the Prince of​⁠⁠ Briol went to‍‌‌ the East, what‍ level would he​​⁠ be?”

“The‌‍ East?”

Moyongchan​⁠ smiled wryly.

People‍⁠‍ loved to compare—whether​⁠​ Eastern or Western⁠⁠ swordsmanship was superior,‍‌‌ whether the swordsmen⁠ from one place⁠‍‍ were stronger than‍ those from another.‌⁠

Nonsense.‌

There’s‍ no difference between​​ East and West;‌‌ the strong are‍‍ strong anywhere. And⁠‍ Yuri was strong​‍ anywhere.

“He’d⁠ probably be the‍​‍ strongest, even in‍‍ the East.”

“Really?”⁠‍‍

The​​ current Yuri Briol‍ was like a shining full moon.‌‌

In⁠‍‍ every respect, he​ was at his‍ peak.

His⁠​ fighting spirit was​⁠⁠ so sharp that​‍​ few would dare⁠⁠ to face him.‌

Perhaps​ not even the⁠‍⁠ leader of the‍ Murim Alliance.

“At⁠ this moment, there’s‌ no human who⁠‌‍ can stop him.‍​ Human, I mean.”⁠​‍

Moyongchan​ had noticed for‍​ some time that⁠‍​ the closer they​‌ came to the‍​⁠ final battle, the‍​​ faster Yuri grew⁠‍‌ stronger.

He​‍ didn’t know why.⁠⁠⁠ Day after day,‌ Yuri became more⁠​ powerful.

He‌​ had already been‌ formidable, but he⁠‍‌ continued to surpass‌‍ himself without limit,​‍⁠ leaving even Moyongchan⁠​ speechless.

Perhaps‍ it was the‍ Chaos.

He‌ thought no one⁠ could keep such‌ dangerous power under​ control, yet Yuri‌‌‍ had done it.​

Among​ humans, he had‌ no rival left.⁠

It​‍ was as if‌​⁠ he had been​ created by this⁠⁠ world solely to‌‍ face Cedric, who‍‍ had summoned a god from another​‍‌ world.

In​⁠⁠ that case, Moyongchan’s​⁠‍ own role was⁠⁠​ clear—to support Yuri‌‍ Briol until he‍⁠‌ stood before Cedric.⁠

“The‌‌​ Prince of Briol‌⁠‍ is that formidable…”⁠⁠​

“Of‍​⁠ course. That guy’s‍ a monster.”

Seeing⁠​ Sven puff out⁠‍​ his chest with‍​ pride, Moyongchan let⁠ out a brief‍​​ laugh.

“Then‌ are you going​​ to just stand​‍ still and leave⁠‍‌ it all to‌ him?”

“No,‍​ Master!”

From⁠​ Briol’s front line,‌‍​ the entire army‍​ began to move.‌ Liberta was about​ to crash into‍ the enemy.

The‍⁠​ vanguard knights shouted​‌ and charged at⁠​ the giants.

The​ entire Liberta army‌‍​ surged forward like⁠⁠ a wave.

“Eto,‍‍‌ Sven, fight to‍‌⁠ your heart’s content.”‌

“Yes!”‍

“Yes!”⁠⁠​

This⁠‍‌ battle was not​‌‌ like a war‌‍ between humans. There‌⁠ was no room⁠‌ for strategies or‌ tactics.

One‍‍ simply had to⁠⁠ push forward with​​ all their strength‍‍ and crash into⁠ the enemy until​‍ their limits were‌ reached.

That‍ was the only‌⁠ tactic.

Sven​‌ and Eto began‌​ to run.

Watching‌ his two disciples’‍⁠ backs, Moyongchan raised⁠⁠‍ his sword.

“They’ve​‌ got good spirit.”​‌‌

Perhaps​‍ because the final⁠‌‍ battle was near,⁠⁠ he felt sentimental.​ Suddenly, memories of‌​ the old Blue​⁠‍ School came to‍⁠ him.

He‌ had left his‍​ sect, believing it⁠⁠ was the right‌​⁠ path.

At⁠​ the time, he‌⁠ had been certain⁠‌ there was no‍⁠ other choice.

But​​​ over the years,‌​⁠ he sometimes thought​‍⁠ he might have‍‌ been too hasty.‌

Perhaps,​‌ though not easy,‍ he could have‌​‌ achieved something by‌ staying.

Time‌‍ is like that—even​​ the most painful‌ situations eventually become‍ stories to tell.​‌

This‍⁠⁠ war would be​‍ the same.

“Maybe‌​‌ someday I’ll miss‍ this moment.”

The‌‍ fact that he‌ had a worthy​​⁠ enemy against whom⁠‌ he could fight‌ with everything he​‌⁠ had filled him‍​‍ with joy.

Following⁠‌⁠ his will, Moyongchan’s⁠‌ inner energy began‍⁠⁠ to stir.

Soon,‍ a sword filled⁠‍⁠ with the golden⁠ light of sunset‌​ rose.

Holding‌‍‌ it, Moyongchan turned‍‌⁠ his gaze to‌‍‍ find his first⁠⁠ disciple from the‍ West, Yuri Briol.​​‌

“There‌⁠‌ you are.”

Ahead,‍​ a fierce sword‌ aura could be​‍ seen cutting down⁠ giants again and‌ again.

Being‌​⁠ at the vanguard⁠‍ wasn’t as simple‍ as it sounded.⁠‌

The⁠ moment one took​ a single step‌⁠ beyond the formation,‌⁠ they had to⁠‌‌ withstand the pressure​ of the entire‍ enemy army.

Yet‍ for him, it​ all seemed completely‌ natural.

For‌‌ him, it was​ part of his⁠ daily routine.

“That‍⁠‌ doesn’t mean I’m​⁠ going to let‍‍ you carry it‌‌⁠ all.”

Though‍​ he always seemed⁠‌ confident—and at times​​ that attitude was‌ so excessive it​‌​ seemed arrogant—Moyongchan didn’t⁠ trust that facade.‍

That⁠ boy had already⁠‌⁠ carried enough.

Now‌ it was time‍‍⁠ to lighten the‍ load for him.⁠

Only​⁠‌ then could he​​‌ be worthy of‌⁠ calling himself his​⁠ master.

Moyongchan‌⁠ moved.

He⁠ stepped on the‌‌ air.

Once,‍‌​ then again.

Eight‍⁠⁠ Styles of the⁠‍ Great Cloud Dragon.‌‌‍

Like⁠ a dragon playing​‌‌ in the sky,⁠‍‍ he twisted as‍⁠ he soared through​⁠ the air.

The‍ front line between⁠​ the Imperial army‌⁠⁠ and the Anti-Imperial​ Alliance was evenly​ matched. But not​‍‌ every area was​‍ the same.

In‍ the section where‌ Yuri Briol was,⁠ the Alliance was‍⁠ advancing, while in‌‍​ another, the Imperial‌‍ army was gaining⁠‌ ground.

Moyongchan‍‍ headed toward the‌ place where the‍⁠ Alliance was being​‌ pushed back. And‍‍‌ there, stopping in‍‍ midair, he held​⁠​ his sword forward‍ and murmured:

“Founding‍⁠ masters, witness the‌ sword of this​ unworthy descendant.”

Blue​​ Cloud and Scarlet⁠⁠​ Mist Sword Technique.​⁠​

Unfolding​‌⁠ the Mist and⁠‍ Rolling the Cloud.⁠⁠

The⁠​​ Blue School’s ultimate‌​ technique unfolded on‌‍‌ this final battlefield.⁠

His‌​‍ sword aura began⁠ to dye the​​‌ entire field of‌​⁠ vision in twilight⁠​​ hues, as if‌​ the sunset were⁠⁠ descending.

Startled‍ by the sudden‍‍‍ phenomenon, the giants⁠​‌ looked up. They‍‌ seemed to sense⁠‌‍ danger, but it​‌ was already too‍‍​ late.

Moyongchan‌‍‍ twisted the sword⁠ he had thrust‍ forward and drew‌ it back.

In​‍ that instant, the​​​ twilight aura that‌ dominated the area‌‍​ bristled and spun‌ violently.

A fountain of blood‌‍ erupted!

The‍⁠​ area dominated by‌ his sword was‌​⁠ not small; dozens‍‍‌ of giants fell‍‌ bloodied all at​ once. Their bodies⁠⁠‌ were so mangled‍ they could hardly‌‌⁠ be recognized.

A sudden festival of‌‌‌ blood.

As​ a gap opened⁠⁠ in the enemy‌​ ranks, both allies‌‍ and enemies froze​ in surprise.

Moyongchan‍​ shouted:

“Attack!”‍‌⁠

His⁠⁠‍ voice thundered.

Finally⁠‍ realizing Moyongchan had‌‍‍ given them support,‍‌ the Anti-Imperial Alliance​ let out a war cry and‌ began to advance.​⁠‌

Moyongchan​ stepped on the​​​ air again and​ plunged into the​⁠ front line.

“Lord⁠⁠ Moyongchan has arrived!”‍​

“Everyone,‍‌⁠ push forward!”

“Kill​​‍ them!”

His⁠‌​ arrival made the‍​ soldiers cheer with​​​ joy.

Moyongchan‍‌ gave a crooked⁠⁠ smile.

In‍​ front of him,⁠ dozens of enemies‍​ formed a wall,‌‌‌ while behind him,‍ the voices of‌‌ his allies pushed‌ him onward.

The‍⁠ pressure bore down‌‍ on him completely.‌

This​⁠‍ must be the⁠‍⁠ scene Yuri Briol‌​‌ always saw.

“Truly​​​ respectable.”

Yuri​​‌ was no longer‌⁠‍ his disciple.

Now‍⁠ they stood shoulder⁠ to shoulder.

No,‍ in truth, Yuri​‍ had already risen‍‌‌ above him.

Feeling‍ a competitive spark‌⁠​ toward his former​ student, Moyongchan raised‌ his sword.

Once​ again, twilight spread​​⁠ across the battlefield.​‌​

The‌‌ giants, sensing danger​‌​ instinctively, charged toward‌ Moyongchan.

But⁠⁠ it was too⁠⁠‍ late.

Once⁠⁠ again, the twilight‌‍⁠ was dyed red‍​ with blood.

***‍​​

Inariel‍ dispelled with magic‌ the fog that​‍‌ covered the battlefield.‌

He⁠​ could have used‌⁠ flames to incinerate‌ the enemies, or​‍ summoned a meteorite‌‌ to crush the‌‌ enemy lines, but​ instead he chose‌ to secure visibility.‍‍

The⁠⁠ reason was simple.‍‌‌

“We⁠​‍ must know what​⁠​ we’re fighting against.”‍⁠

The‍‍​ black magic was⁠ so densely deployed​‍‍ that even he⁠ could not see‍​ the state of‌‍ Zveta. In such‌⁠ a situation, nothing​ could be done‌ without first confirming⁠ the target.

That‍​⁠ was why, accepting‍​‍ the risk of​ exhausting his mana,‍ he cleared the‍‍ view first.

The​​⁠ revealed image was‌​⁠ horrific.

Deformed‍ giants, and behind‍‌⁠ them, even more⁠ grotesque creatures, and⁠ beyond, countless horrors‍⁠⁠ that should not⁠‌ exist in this‌‍ world.

Zveta’s‌ walls were no‍ longer inanimate matter.⁠‍ They had turned‌ into a monster​⁠ with a will​‍ of its own,⁠‌‍ raising its shoulders‌‍‍ to prevent any‌ enemy from crossing.‌​‌

Inariel⁠⁠‌ let out a bitter laugh.

“What​‍​ a problem.”

The‌​ group of mages​ behind him remained‍ silent. As mages,‍‌ they could understand‌⁠ how absurd the‍ situation was.

One‍ of them, unable⁠​ to hold back,​‌​ muttered,

“If‍⁠​ only we could​​ use magic…”

It​ wasn’t just knights‍⁠ who had accompanied‍⁠‌ Yuri Briol’s march.‌⁠​ The mages of‌ the Magic Tower​‌ had also joined​‌ the Anti-Imperial Alliance‍ to aid in​⁠⁠ this war.

But⁠‍‍ they could not​‌‌ do much.

The​⁠‍ Empire had deployed​‌​ a dense curtain‍⁠ of dispel, blocking‌ all magical interference,‍​ and except for⁠⁠ Inariel, the other‍‍‌ mages could not⁠ contribute to the⁠⁠‌ fight.

Meanwhile,‌ the black magic​ manifested freely. That⁠ made the mages⁠ feel powerless.

“Calm‍ yourselves and wait‍ patiently.”

Inariel‍​ looked up at​⁠ the sky.

Although‍‍ he had cleared​‍ the fog, it‌⁠ was still overcast.‍‍​

“The​ time will come‍​ when you must‌⁠‍ act.”

Saying‌⁠ that, he raised‍​‍ his staff again.‍

“Hernando.”​​

Hearing‍ his name, Hernando⁠‍ stepped forward.

“Yes.”⁠‍

“How‍⁠ is it now?”‌

Although‍​ the question was‌​​ simple, Hernando understood⁠‍ his intention immediately.‍​

His⁠⁠⁠ exclusive spell, Contemplation​​‌ of the Heavenly​ Mandate, acted within‍⁠ him and was‌​ unaffected by dispel.‌⁠‌

“I’ll‌ see.”

Hernando‌​ activated the technique​ immediately.

It⁠ had been a long time since‌‌‍ he had used​⁠ it; ever since‍‍⁠ meeting Yuri, all‌‌​ futures had become‌⁠ uncertain, and he‌‌​ had not attempted‍‍​ to contemplate destiny.‌⁠⁠

A faint light emerged‌ from his eyes.⁠‍

Time​ passed.

The⁠ screams from the⁠ battlefield rang out‍‍​ several times.

And​ then Hernando fell‌‍ to his knees.⁠​‌

“Ugh…”​

Inariel,‌⁠ without helping him​‌​ up, watched him​ and asked calmly,‌​

“The⁠​ result?”

“Destiny…‍‍ is still unseen.”⁠⁠

“I⁠‌ see.”

Inariel‍‌ nodded.

“That’s​ good. It means‌ there’s still something‌⁠⁠ left to do.”⁠​

“But…‌ it felt darker‌ than before. Maybe…”⁠

“Don’t‌⁠‍ fear what you‍​ can’t see.”

Inariel‌‌⁠ drew in a breath.

The​‌ mana swelled inside‍‍​ him again, making​‌ his salmon-colored hair​‍‍ ripple.

“Inariel…”⁠​

Maryrose⁠‍ approached him, but‍‌ Inariel extended a hand to stop​‍⁠ her.

“I’m‍‌​ fine.”

“But…”‌

Even⁠‌​ as the master⁠ of the Immutable‌⁠‌ Mana Formula, he⁠​ had limits. Ignoring‍​ the dispel and​ casting spell after​ spell was an‌⁠⁠ enormous burden.

But‌⁠‌ Inariel did not⁠‌‍ stop.

“That‌ boy.”

“Pardon?”​‌

“It’s⁠​⁠ thanks to Yuri⁠ Briol.”

While​ forming a seal‍ with both hands,​⁠ Inariel spoke.

“I‌ always wanted to‌ return to the‌​ Forest of the‍‍‌ World Tree. I didn’t like having​‌‍ to wander human​⁠‍ lands, apart from​ my people. But⁠​ after meeting him,‌⁠ I no longer‌​ felt that way.”‌‍

“Inariel…”‌‍

“It’s​‍⁠ fun. That’s why⁠ you love him‍⁠ too, right?”

“T-That…”​⁠​

“He​⁠‍ accepted your request‍​‌ yesterday, didn’t he?”​⁠

Maryrose’s‍​⁠ face turned red,​‌ and Inariel smiled.​

“Now⁠‍ I also want⁠​‌ to see it.⁠ The world you⁠⁠ will build when‌⁠ this war ends.”​

He‌ opened his hand.‍⁠‍

In‌ the overcast sky,‌‍‌ a change began‍⁠​ to occur. Thunder‌‌‌ rumbled and the‌‍​ clouds parted, while‌ the air trembled⁠‌ unstably.

Through​ that opening, Inariel’s​ mana rose higher‍‌⁠ and higher.

Higher.​⁠​

Even‌‍‌ higher.

Beyond‌ what the human⁠ eye could perceive.‌‌

In​ the vast nothingness,⁠‌ he caught hold‌ of a nameless‍ rock.

Inariel⁠ lowered his hand.‍​ The mana tightened‍ like a cord.⁠‌‍

After​‌‍ a brief struggle,‌‍‌ the captured rock​ began to change⁠⁠ its orbit and‍‌ descend toward the‍​ earth.

Lower.‌

Even⁠​ lower.

Piercing⁠ through the layers⁠​ of the atmosphere⁠‌ and turning into‍‌ a blazing fire.⁠⁠​

To‍ destroy everything.

A meteorite plummeted.

Meteor.‍

The​ supreme magic, until⁠ now passed down‌ only as legend,​​​ was becoming reality.‍‍

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