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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 248: In a Place Where No One Can See (2)

Chapter 248: In a Place Where No One Can See (2)

More‍‌⁠ than ten men​ were running, yet‌ the narrow, dark‍‍ hallway remained in‌ complete silence.

If‍​‌ it weren’t for⁠​‍ the occasional sound‌ of their armor,‍⁠⁠ no one would⁠‍​ have noticed their‍​ stealthy movements.

“Where⁠‌⁠ are we going‌ now?”

“I⁠ don’t know.”

This‌‍ was Ramashthu’s world,​ secretly hidden within⁠ the cracks of‍ the world.

The‌ group that had‌ entered through the​‌​ passage opened by‌‍⁠ the exorcist priests‍​ was now wandering​ through an unfamiliar​‍ hallway.

“We‌ have no idea​‌‌ where we are.‌ We need to‍​ find a landmark‌⁠‍ first.”

Behind⁠⁠ Vlad, who was​⁠ leading the way,‌⁠​ Gunther studied an‍⁠⁠ open map.

It⁠‍​ was a small‍‌‌ map with large‌ concentric circles drawn‌⁠‌ on it.

However,⁠ even though the⁠⁠​ overall shape was⁠ a circle, the‍ dense markings of⁠​ the hallways on‍‍‌ the map made⁠​‍ it clear just‌ how complicated this⁠ place was.

“The​ only thing we‌‌ know for certain‌ is that we‌‌‌ need to move​‌‍ towards the center.”⁠​‍

“What’s‌‍ in the center?”‌‍​

At⁠⁠ Vlad’s question, Gunther,⁠‌ who was looking​ ahead, carefully scratched‌⁠ his dry lips,​⁠‍ as if he⁠ was uncomfortable speaking.‍​

“They‍‌ said there was⁠ a tree.”

This⁠​⁠ place, unknown to​ anyone in the​‌​ world, was Ramashthu’s⁠⁠ hidden world, nestled⁠​‍ in the cracks‌‌​ of the world.‍

However,‍‌‍ Vlad, who had‌ caught a glimpse​⁠ of this world‌‌‍ for a brief‍⁠‌ moment in the⁠ mist-filled city, seemed​‌‍ to understand what‌‍ tree Gunther was⁠‍ referring to.

“It‍‌‍ might be something​‌‍ familiar to us.”​⁠​

“…”‌‍‌

Roots‍‌‌ growing towards the​​ sky, branches pointing‌ towards the ground.‍‌​

The⁠ tree, representing everything‌​ inverted, emerged in‌​​ Vlad’s mind, and‍‌‍ it was no‍⁠‍ coincidence.

***‍

Crash!‌

There⁠​ was a loud‌‌ noise, and dark⁠⁠‍ red blood splattered.‍‌

It‍‍ was blood from​ a corpse that⁠‌ had been split​‌‍ like firewood.

“Damn‍ it! No matter‌​​ how many I kill, they never‍‍ stop coming!”

Droplets⁠‍ of dark red‌‌ blood scattered like‍‌ mist from the‍​ tip of the​ axe wielded by‌ the lanky man.‌‌

However,‍‍ the gap he‌‌​ had worked so‌‍‌ hard to create‌‌ was swept away​ by another wave,⁠ leaving him just​​ enough room to‌‌‍ catch his breath.⁠⁠

“Damn⁠ bastards! They’ve been‍​⁠ gathering these corpses‍‌ all this time!”​‌

Behind‌⁠ the man who⁠ was fiercely shouting,‍‌ a large banner​‌‌ with the symbol‌ of an axe‌ fluttered in the⁠ wind.

Karoy⁠⁠⁠ of Harkita. One​‍​ of the knights⁠ representing the North.⁠​

He,‌‌​ who had dealt‌‍‌ with Mirshea alongside​‍ Vlad in the⁠‌‍ city of Bastopol,‌ was now constantly⁠​ expressing his wild​‌⁠ fury towards the⁠⁠ endless army of‍ the dead.

“The⁠‌‌ front line is⁠‌‍ slowly retreating. Duke.”⁠

“…”‌‌‍

In⁠​⁠ the middle of​‌ this battlefield, where‌​​ the dead killed‍ and were killed.‌

Beneath‍ the seven flags‍ of the North‍​ that flew over⁠⁠ the battlefield, Timur,‍ the Iron Duke,‍‍ stood resolutely.

“Thousands‍ of corpses have⁠​‍ already risen. The​‍ problem is we​​⁠ don’t know how‍ many more are‍​​ coming.”

“And​⁠ the Dragonblood Duke’s‍‌‍ army?”

“…The‍‍‍ latest reports say‌​⁠ they are about​ two and a half days away.”⁠‌

Valkov’s​​ voice grew weaker‍⁠⁠ as he spoke.‌​‍

And⁠‌ for good reason—the‍​‍ Dragonblood Duke’s army⁠ seemed to be​‍‍ increasing its pace,⁠⁠ as if they‍‍⁠ were aware of‌‍ the situation they‍⁠​ were facing.

“If⁠ we don’t act⁠‌‍ quickly, they might‌‌‍ catch us.”

Now,​ in front of‍​ the Northern Union⁠⁠ Army stood the‍‍​ Army of the‍ Dead, and behind‍ them, the Dragonblood‌‌ Duke’s army was​ rapidly advancing north.‍⁠

Although‍ it appeared precarious,‍ like a moth​ flying into a flame, the Iron⁠​​ Duke Timur had‌‌ a good reason⁠​ for moving this‍ way.

“We​ need to finish​‍ this before that‌‍‌ happens.”

Rooaaar-!‌‌

Just‍​ as Timur finished‌‌​ speaking, a deafening​‌ roar erupted from​‍‍ within the dark⁠⁠ church.

It⁠ was such a powerful scream that‌‌ it made the‍​ legs of those​ who heard it‍ tremble.

-Hey,‌ what is that?⁠‌⁠

-It’s‍‌‌ a monster! A monster!

A body so large‌ and heavy that‍ it could be‍‍⁠ compared to a siege weapon used‌ to destroy castle​⁠ walls.

The‌⁠‌ creature, with twisted‌⁠ muscles as fierce⁠⁠ as its raised​ fangs, glared at​‌‍ the soldiers blocking‍ its path with‍​​ its wide, blood-red​‍‌ eyes that were⁠ difficult to face.​

-An‌ ogre… MY GOD!‌‍

-But‌ why does it⁠ have two heads!​‍

The‍ ogre was a monster as difficult​ to face as‍‍ a dragon, said​‍‌ to be no‌​ different from a natural disaster.

But⁠​ this one had​ a second head,​‍​ roughly sewn onto⁠‍​ its shoulder.

Rooaaar!⁠

It​ wasn’t just the⁠ resurrected ones.

Witches‌‍ were beings that‍‌ created things that⁠‍ should not exist‌‌​ in this world.‌​

For⁠ them, creating an⁠ ogre with an⁠‌ extra head would​‌‌ have been nothing.‍​‌

“Damn‍⁠⁠ it…”

Karoy⁠ swallowed hard as‌​ he saw the​ enormous shadow looming‍ over his head.⁠⁠

Two⁠⁠ pairs of eyes‍‌ stared at him.‌‌

The​​⁠ knight of Harkita,⁠⁠​ who was facing⁠‍ those grotesque eyes,​‌ gripped his axe​⁠ tightly, unlike the​⁠ others.

“Come⁠​‍ on, come at‍​​ me!”

Men⁠ of the North,⁠⁠ who had survived‍​ the harsh cold‌‌ winds of the​​‌ North, rarely retreated.​​⁠

Even‍⁠ when faced with⁠​ a two-headed ogre.⁠

“Aaaah!”‌​

A knight charging headlong​ into a wave‌ of corpses towards⁠ a deadly predator.⁠​⁠

Seeing​‌ that bravery, even‌ the other knights‌​‍ of Harkita began⁠‍‍ shouting loudly, their‌ morale soaring.

“Bastard!”‍‌

Karoy,​‍‌ whose enormous body‍ made the large​​‍ club he wielded⁠ seem to fill⁠ the sky, quickly⁠​​ slashed at the​ beast’s thigh.

Rooaaar!⁠‍⁠

“Ugh!”⁠⁠

The‍‍ pressure of the‍‍ roar that echoed‌‌ in response weighed‌‌‍ on his chest,‍‌ but it didn’t​​‌ harm Karoy, who‍⁠​ was already ablaze​⁠ with fury.

“Damn⁠‌​ giant!”

Karoy‍ grabbed onto the⁠​ wound he had​ made and, step‌​ by step, began‌⁠ climbing up the‌​ ogre.

His​‍ bravery, which didn’t​ waver even in‌⁠ the face of‌‍⁠ a colossal giant,​ reignited the fire‍ in the hearts⁠‍⁠ of the soldiers​ who had been‌​ exhausted just moments‌⁠ ago.

“What⁠‌‍ are you looking‍​​ at, bastard?”

Though‍‍ he looked like​‍‌ a pile of‌‍​ dust, Karoy managed‌⁠ to climb onto‍ the ogre and‌ reach one of⁠‌ its heads at‌ the top.

The‍‌ head reached out‌‌⁠ its arm towards​‌ Karoy, but the⁠‍ lumberjack had already​⁠ swung his axe‌⁠ with all his‍⁠ might, having found​ his target.

“Die,‍‌‌ bastard!”

The‌ blade of Karoy’s‍‌‍ axe, lifted with⁠ all his strength,​‍ gleamed in the‌​‍ sunlight.

A fierce smile spread‌ across Karoy’s face⁠​‍ as he soon⁠‍ felt the impact,‍‌ but his axe​ had merely cut‍ through the air‌ in vain.

“Huh?”‍⁠​

One‍​ of the heads​​ had already fallen‍‌​ and was tumbling⁠⁠⁠ back the way‌​​ it had come.⁠⁠⁠

Unable‍ to withstand a single powerful blow,‌​ it rolled away.⁠​

“Thanks​ for the hard​⁠‌ work, Lord Karoy.”‌‍

“Huh?”‌

With⁠⁠ a perplexed expression,​ Karoy turned to‍​ see a tall‌‍‍ man with slicked-back​ hair.

The⁠‍ man standing on‍​ the ogre’s other​⁠⁠ shoulder was Guillermo​⁠​ of Romnie.

Another‍ knight representing the‍‌⁠ North, Guillermo smiled⁠ at Karoy.

“I​ knew you’d catch‍ its attention.”

“…Guillermo,⁠⁠​ you bastard!”

Karoy’s‌​​ curse rang out‍‌ loudly, but Guillermo’s‌⁠⁠ laughter didn’t stop.‍​⁠

Now,‍ he was determined⁠​⁠ not only to‌‍​ become a knight‍⁠ representing the North‌‌‌ but also an‌‌‍ ogre slayer.

“I’ll‌‌‌ leave the other‍‍ head as a gift for you.”‍‌

The‌‍ tip of his‍​ sword swung violently‌⁠⁠ towards the remaining​ ogre’s head.

***​

“My…​ my masterpiece!”

In​​ a dark room,‍​ a cry of​​​ sorrow echoed from​‍⁠ the space where‌ several men were‌‍ gathered.

“It​⁠ was an ogre!‍ Those damn lunatics!”​​⁠

The‌ crystal ball they⁠​ had been watching​‍ with great anticipation‌‍ showed the image​ of the ogre‍ slowly collapsing.

“Did⁠⁠⁠ we mess up?⁠‍‍ It doesn’t seem‌⁠ as strong as⁠​ we expected.”

“No,‍ it wasn’t that.⁠ Maybe it’s because‍​ of the priests‍‍​ chanting in the⁠ background.”

“Besides,⁠‍ it faced Guillermo⁠⁠⁠ and Karoy. For⁠⁠‌ its first time,⁠ it had really‍‌⁠ bad luck.”

Some‌​​ people were mourning,‌ others analyzing.

As‌ they watched the⁠‍ scene outside and‌‌⁠ engaged in a heated discussion about​ the creatures they‌‍‌ had created, they​ were all sorcerers‍ who had dedicated​ their lives to‍⁠ creating new life.​‍

They​⁠⁠ had gathered here‍ and there, depending⁠⁠ on how they‍​⁠ dealt with the‌ mystery, and now⁠⁠⁠ their eyes gleamed‍​ intensely as they​‍‌ watched someone’s creation​⁠‍ fall.

Boom!‌‍ Boom!

But‍​ their attention couldn’t⁠‍ stay on the​‌ crystal ball for​​ long.

“What’s​‍⁠ that sound?”

Bang!​ Bang! Bang!

A deafening noise, like‍ something was being​ smashed apart.

Even‌ the pitch-black wall⁠⁠‌ began to tremble.​

With‍​‍ an ominous sound,‌ the desk they​ were sitting at‍‌⁠ started to shake⁠⁠ slightly.

As‌⁠ the sound grew​‍ closer with each‍ passing moment, several​‍ sorcerers quickly pointed​‍ towards the beast.‍

Crash!‌‍

“What‍ the hell is⁠⁠ that!”

“The⁠‌‌ wall exploded! It’s⁠⁠ caved in!”

Before​ the figure they​‍ were pointing at‌‍‌ could even finish,⁠‌‌ a loud, deafening‌​ noise assaulted them.‍‌‌

It​‍ was an explosion‌ that felt as⁠ if they had‍ been chanting a spell.

“…Looks​​‍ like I came⁠ to the right⁠ place.”

An​​‌ eerie silence settled​⁠⁠ between the thick‍‍‍ stone dust that⁠ rose from the​ wall being torn‍ down.

However,‌⁠⁠ the sorcerers’ attention⁠ was more focused​⁠​ on the glowing⁠ golden eyes shining⁠ through the dust‌⁠​ than on the‍​‌ stone debris blocking‍ their view.

“Soa…⁠​‌ Vlad of Soara!!”‍‍‌

The​⁠‌ world created by‍‌ Ramashthu was too​​‍ complicated and disadvantageous‍⁠⁠ for me.

So,​​‌ Vlad decided to⁠ reject the path⁠‌ she had laid‌ out, and now‍‍ there were walls​ full of holes‌​‌ behind him.

“The‍‌ path was too⁠​ confusing.”

The​⁠ fastest way to⁠‍⁠ reach your goal​‌⁠ is a straight‌⁠⁠ line.

The⁠ former pickpocket, who‌ once climbed the​ rooftops of alleyways‍‍ to steal wallets,​‌ already knew this‍‌ well.

“So,⁠ will someone tell⁠ me what to⁠‍ do? I’ll let⁠‌​ one of you​‌‍ live.”

The​ rules you imposed​⁠​ don’t bind me.​​

Therefore,​​‌ behind the path‍‍​ freshly carved out‍‍⁠ by Vlad, a straight road gradually⁠ led towards a strange tree.

***⁠

“…!”⁠⁠​

Joseph,‌‌ who was running​‍ through the hallway,‌​‌ saw the headless​‌ knights ahead and‌ quickly hid in⁠‍ a nearby corner.​

‘I’m​⁠⁠ almost there.’

Joseph,‍‌ panting silently, looked‍‌ at the large‍ garden before him​ and frowned in⁠ sorrow.

Ramashthu’s‌⁠​ Garden, the center‌ of the concentric‍ circle and the​⁠‍ only place where⁠⁠‌ one could gaze‌‌ upon the bubbles.⁠⁠

In‌ that ugly garden,​​⁠ a tree with‌​ strange roots reached​ up towards the​​ sky.

‘There‍​ are too many‌ of them.’

If‍ I get rid​ of that, I can change a lot about this‍⁠‍ place.

However,‍‌⁠ there were too‌‍‍ many knights guarding⁠ the area for​⁠‌ him to get‌ close.

Joseph,‍​ who was neither‍​‍ a swordsman nor‍ a mysterious sorcerer,‍‍⁠ had no choice⁠⁠‌ but to stop‌​‍ and stare at​‌ the target in​​ front of him.​‌

‘My‌‌‍ weak body won’t​ make it…’

The⁠ goal was visible‍ right in front‍​ of him.

The‍​ target was so​ close that, if​ he ran with⁠ all his might,​⁠ he could reach‌‌ it within a few breaths.

However,⁠ Joseph knew full​​ well that with⁠​​ his weak body,⁠⁠⁠ he wouldn’t even​⁠ make it a few steps before​ being caught.

“…Haha.”​

That’s⁠⁠‍ why, for Joseph,​​⁠ the desired goal‍‍ was always far‍‍‌ away, no matter‍‌ how close it‍‍‍ seemed.

Even​ though he was⁠ born a noble,‍‍‌ he had always‍‌⁠ fought against illness,‍‌‍ and though born‌⁠‌ into a family⁠‌‍ of knights, he‌ was the one‍‌ who could never⁠‌ swear allegiance to‌⁠ the Swordmaster’s blade.​​⁠

“Still,​⁠ this last step⁠ seems like it‌ will be worth‌‍ it.”

But⁠‌‌ Joseph smiled as‍⁠‍ he looked at⁠ the target in​ front of him.​

Because‍ Joseph could feel​ that he had​⁠ surpassed one of⁠⁠‌ the limits that‌ had always held​​ him back.

“I’ve‍‌⁠ never pushed this‍‍ hard before.”

Joseph‍ pulled out a small teacup from⁠⁠ his bag with​​‍ a faint smile⁠ and took a deep breath, silently​​ feeling the small‍‌⁠ warmth emanating from⁠‍⁠ it.

“Huff.”⁠‍‌

He⁠ directed his gaze‍​​ towards the cursed‌ tree ahead of‍ him.

Joseph’s​ trembling shoulders were​‍ suddenly covered with‌ black marks of​ death.

“I’m‌​⁠ sorry.”

Crack-!​

Joseph’s‍‍‍ fingertips, gripping the‍⁠‌ teacup, exerted a strength that would‌‌‌ normally be hard‌‍​ to muster.

His⁠‌ grip strength, far​‌​ exceeding that of‌ an average adult‌​ man, went beyond‍‍⁠ the limits of​⁠ his frail body‍⁠‌ and slowly began​​ to dent the‍‌ dwarven-made teacup.

“Instead,‍ I’ll burn it⁠‌⁠ all with everything‌‌ I have.”

Now,​ the black form‍‍ of death extended​⁠‍ beyond his fingers,​ up to his‌ shoulders.

Thus,‍ Joseph’s shoulders, freed⁠ from the constraints‍⁠ of his body,‍‍ began to bend⁠​ significantly backward.

“Hmph!”‌

The‍⁠ teacup burned in‌‌‌ the hands of⁠‍‌ a man tainted‍‌‍ by death.

The‍‌​ magic of the‍‍ dwarves, refined with​​ an eternal flame.​⁠

The‍ teacup, which had‌⁠⁠ purified all the‌ evils, began to‌ ignite a purifying‌⁠ fire in Joseph’s⁠⁠​ darkened hands.

“Ugh!”‌​

With​‍ all his might,‌‌ he aimed it‌ towards the world⁠⁠ he saw before‌ him.

Now,​‌ with his fingertips,​​‍ beyond his frail‌⁠‌ body.

Joseph’s⁠​​ sling, which he‌‍ wielded with all⁠‌ his strength for⁠‌⁠ the first time⁠‍‍ in his life,‍ began to fly‍ towards the cursed​‌ tree.

Crash-!‍⁠

The‌‍ sound was small,‍ so faint it​​​ was barely audible.⁠⁠⁠

But‌‍ Joseph’s world, thrown‌ with all his‍‍ might, was already‍‌ ablaze.

Creating‍​⁠ a small crack​​‌ in Ramashthu’s bubble-like⁠‌‌ world.

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