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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 350: Ragnarok (2)

Chapter 350: Ragnarok (2)

The‌ arrow, which seemed‍⁠ like a lethal⁠⁠ technique, evaporated into‍ particles.

As‌⁠‍ the energy dispersed‍⁠‌ like dust, the‍​​ old knight Ragnarok⁠ clicked his tongue,‌⁠ as if he‌ couldn’t believe it.‍‌⁠

=You‌‍‌ are undoubtedly an⁠ Apostle=

That⁠‍ was his entire‍‍ reaction.

His‍‍⁠ expression showed no​ attachment to an‌ attack whose threat‍​​ had completely vanished.⁠​​

=A​​‍ fitting Apostle for​‍ the attribute of‍‌‌ Destruction=

The‍ old knight turned‍‍​ his gaze to‍ the severed neck‌​⁠ of his horse.‍

Even​‌ though it no⁠​ longer had a head, a deafening‌ neigh scattered the‌ clouds.

“Haah…‍​ haah…”

I caught my breath‍ as I stabilized‌ body and mind.‌‌

At⁠‌ that moment, a thought occurred to‍ me—was that really‌‌ just a normal‌​ attack?

I didn’t know the‌ old knight’s objective,‌ but I had‍ given it my​‌⁠ all. If that​‌ guy could fire⁠ that kind of‍ attack repeatedly…

‘I‍ need to be​‌ even more resolved‍‌‌ than when I first entered this‍​​ fight.’

And‍ that resolve meant‍ being willing to‍‍ sacrifice part of​​‍ this world.

Judging‌​ by its power‍⁠ level, that attack‍‌​ could erase an‍⁠ entire section of‍‌ the planet. Like‍ if Switzerland just​‌‍ vanished off the‌ map.

It​⁠ would leave a hole in the⁠ heart of Europe.‍

‘In⁠ that case, Abel‍‍ would lose her‌‍ homeland.’

I can’t be the⁠ husband who turns‌​ his wife into‌​ a refugee.

“…Haah.”⁠⁠⁠

The‌‍ situation was dire,‌ but I made‌ a mental joke⁠ to center myself.‌‌‌

After‍⁠ all, Koreans are‍‌⁠ experts at satirizing⁠‍​ anything. In times​⁠ like this, the⁠ one who laughs​ wins. With a bitter smile, I lifted my chin​‌ slightly.

Sköll‌⁠‌ and Hati moved​‍ swiftly, closing in⁠​ on the sun‍⁠ and moon.

It​ had taken them​ some time to​​‍ dodge the rain‍‍ of arrows.

They​⁠‍ seemed to understand​​‌ those arrows were‌ far from ordinary.‌⁠​

‘Good,⁠‍ they’re doing well.’​

I’d‍‌‍ tried to cut⁠ the previous attack.‍‌ From the sensation‌​ in my hands,⁠ even a “normal”‌​​ hit from those⁠ would’ve been fatal.​ That much was‌⁠ clear.

‘The‌ arrows falling to⁠ the ground are​ being blocked as‌ best as possible‌ by the dimensional​⁠ cuts…’

But‌ I was nearing⁠ my limit. The‌⁠ three-dimensional space that⁠​ had been torn‌ open was beginning⁠⁠⁠ to close, layer⁠ by layer.

The​‌ power packed into‍⁠‌ those arrows was⁠ far beyond normal.‌⁠

That‌ scene was surpassing‌​ the threshold of⁠⁠ pain a dimension​ could endure.

How‍‌⁠ many seconds had‍ passed? Was it‍​ even in seconds?‌‍ The mental clock‍​ in my head​⁠ faltered for a moment.

Dammit.‌​ I sliced the⁠​‌ world’s clock with‍⁠‍ [Blessing of Power]—why‌​‍ am I the‍ one getting disoriented?‍‌‌

While‌⁠ I was frowning‍‍‍ slightly, the old‌ knight offered me‌ an unexpected compliment.‍⁠​

=We‍ are both taboos,​​ mysteries. Even so,⁠ it seems I underestimated you. Your⁠ power far exceeds‌‍‍ what I imagined=‍⁠‍

“I‍‍ don’t exactly appreciate‌ praise from someone‌ whose identity I don’t even know,⁠ you know?”

=You⁠ still have breath​ to speak. Well,⁠ I suppose it⁠ makes sense. You’ve​ been chosen as‍⁠‌ the Apostle of‍‌​ the Power of‌⁠⁠ Suppression…=

“No,​‌​ dammit. I mean…”‍​⁠

I shook my sashimi‌ blades through the⁠​ air.

Sticky​⁠‍ fragments flung off​ the edges.

“What​ the hell is‌‌‍ this Apostle stuff?‌‌ Explain that first‍​ if you want‌ me to play‍‍ along, you apocalyptic​ old bastard.”

=Heh,‌‌⁠ hehehe… So you‌⁠​ know nothing about‌ yourself?=

Crackle!‍

Without⁠​ answering, I released​⁠ a surge of‍​ electricity around me.​​

Thick‌ bolts of lightning‍​ swirled like iron‍ bars.

=So,‍​⁠ no more words,‌ only battle, huh?=‍​

“Either‍‌ way, your goal​⁠ is clear—to destroy‌⁠ this world with​​ the will of‍ the Power of​‌​ Suppression.”

The​​​ old knight Ragnarok’s‍‍‍ cheeks sank, forming‌ a deep hollow.‌⁠

=You​​⁠ said it right=‌

At​⁠‍ that moment, the‍‌⁠ head of the​‍​ fallen horse shot​⁠ up. Upon touching​⁠ it, the old⁠ knight made purple​‍​ foam bubble over‍‍‌ it.

In⁠‍‍ the blink of⁠⁠ an eye, the⁠‍‌ rotting head turned‌ into a grim​⁠ skull.

He‌‌‌ placed it on⁠​​ his own.

A skull helmet. An‌ unnatural light glowed‌ in its empty⁠⁠ sockets.

The‍ left eye was‍ light green—the color‍ of plague. The‍‌ right, pale gray—the⁠⁠ color of conquest.‌

Shiver.⁠​‌

A chilling sight.

“Hey,‍⁠⁠ you bastard—”

Before‍⁠ I could finish,‌ the old knight⁠ released the bowstring.⁠‌​

Just⁠‍ as a shiver⁠⁠ ran down my​‍ chest, hundreds of‌ bows appeared out⁠⁠ of nowhere.

They⁠⁠ looked like a giant version of‌ my mental sword⁠ technique.

The​​ strings pulled taut​‍‌ all at once.​

The​​​ target wasn’t me—it​⁠ was the earth.‍​‍

Twang!‌

Though⁠⁠‌ there were no‍ arrows on those‌ strings, a sinister‌‍​ sound resounded. I leapt like lightning,‍​‍ but it was​‌ already too late.‍​⁠

=You’re⁠‍ not my target.​ This world is.⁠ You, Apostle of​​​ Death, cannot protect​⁠‌ life. Remember that=⁠⁠⁠

The​ old knight smiled.​ His ancient eyes​ were locked on‍‌ me.

=They‍​‍ shall be exterminated,⁠‌ without guilt=

A torrential rain fell.⁠⁠

Arrows​ of conquest and‌‌​ plague poured down⁠‍ upon the world‌‌‍ I was trying​‍ to protect.

***‌‌‌

“Did​​​ everyone get it?”‍

Yu⁠‌ Sein finished explaining‌⁠‍ the plan.

Normally,‍ it would have‌​ taken longer, but‌​‌ she had prepared​⁠​ everything so that‌ the briefing would‍‍ align with the​ scenario of the‌ world’s end.

Thanks⁠​ to the visual​‍ reference materials, everyone‌ grasped ten concepts⁠‍ with just one‌‌ word.

Of‍​⁠ course, they were‍ also sharp.

“Yeah,‍‌ more or less.”‌​​

Ryozo⁠‌ nodded on behalf​​‍ of the group.⁠ Her sky-blue eyes​‍ reflected her trust‌ in Yu Sein.‌

‘She’s​⁠ got good comprehension.’‌

Then,⁠ the others…

Yu⁠ Sein looked at​ each face one‍⁠​ by one. Ryozo⁠ and Abel had‍ pale lips, but​ their eyes showed​ resolve.

Relieved,‍​‍ Yu Sein glanced⁠⁠‌ sideways at Leon.⁠

“……”⁠

His​‌⁠ eyes were unfocused,⁠⁠ lost in thought.​⁠​

He⁠ was recalling the‍​‌ Second Great Human-Demon⁠ War.

Crack.⁠

His‌​⁠ fists were clenched,‌⁠‍ red with tension.‍ Leon, who once⁠‍ nearly brought about‍ the world’s destruction​‌ alongside Kuarne, saw‍​ this as his‍​‍ chance for redemption.​

‘I⁠​ know everything, you​ idiot. Stop being‌⁠‍ so obvious.’

Leon,⁠ as a “hero,”‌‍ lacked an interesting​‍ personality. He had‍‌‌ no flexibility and‌⁠​ was short on‍‍ imagination.

But‌⁠‍ in emergencies like⁠⁠​ this, what was⁠‌ needed was precisely⁠​ a flexible mind.‍‍

“Don’t‍‌ carry the weight‍​⁠ alone.”

“…Yu‌ Sein…”

His‍ blue eyes looked​ darker than usual,‌‌​ almost worn by‌‌‌ time. Yu Sein‌​‍ shrugged.

“You‌ don’t have to‍⁠‌ shoulder everything by⁠‍​ yourself anymore. We⁠ all know. Me,​‌ you, and everyone⁠​‌ else.”

“……”⁠​

Yu​‌​ Sein raised her​ index finger, pointing⁠‌​ to the sky.​

“The‌ one up there⁠​ is counting on‍​ us too.”

“…Yeah,‌ I guess he‌ is.”

Leon⁠ murmured, then closed​‌⁠ his eyes. When​‌⁠ he opened them⁠ again, an icy,​⁠ intense blue gleamed​⁠‌ within.

And‍‍​ then it happened.‌

“…!”⁠‍

Boooom!‌​‍

Everyone‌ in the training‍‍⁠ field snapped their⁠​ heads in the​​ same direction.

A deafening roar echoed‍ from a part⁠ of the Alps.‌

Moments‌​​ later, the smoke‌‌ was blown away⁠ by the shockwave.​

Then,​‍ a mix of‍‌⁠ awe and terror‌⁠⁠ spread among them.‌⁠​

The‍‍ Alpine mountain range,‍ which had stood⁠ for ten thousand‌​‌ years, had vanished.​​‌

A lightning strike from⁠⁠ the sky had⁠ consumed the eternal‍‍ snow without leaving⁠‌⁠ a trace.

The‍⁠ raindrops that fell‍‌ upon the devastated‌ landscape, once the‍‍ pride of Parsy⁠‍​ Academy, seemed like​ wandering eyes, taking⁠ their own lives‍‌⁠ out of sorrow.⁠‌

Abel⁠ was no exception.‌‍‌ Worse yet—

‘What⁠‍ if that hits‍ Castle Sigurd…?’

Her‌​ mind went completely​⁠ blank.

“Focus!”‍

Ryozo⁠‍ shouted, snapping everyone‍ out of it.​

At‌‌ the same time,​ she raised her⁠ bow.

The⁠​​ [Owl’s Blessing] specialized‍ in predicting the‌‌⁠ next move. And‍⁠‌ she saw it⁠​ clearly in her​⁠ mind.

Rumble,‌‍ rumble, rumble!

The​‌ collapsed mountain range⁠ began to tremble.‍‍‌

And⁠⁠ then, the debris‌ of destruction began‍‌ to rise, as​‍​ if magnetized.

The⁠ fragments began to‍​‍ coalesce, forming the⁠‌ shape of a massive humanoid figure.⁠

Its‍⁠⁠ entire body was‌ literally rock. Its‌ beard, made of‍ eternal snow, completed​‌‍ its form.

Thump.​​ Thump.Thump. Thump. Thump.‍⁠⁠

The‌‍⁠ giant’s shadow slowly‌ engulfed the humans.​

It‌ was a stone​⁠‍ giant, and as‍​ expected, it wielded​‍‍ a massive mace⁠‍‍ embedded with jagged⁠⁠ rocks.

The⁠⁠ golem raised its‍‍ mace above the⁠‌ clouds, mimicking the⁠​ pose of the​⁠ Statue of Liberty.‍⁠

But‌ only for an‌‍‌ instant.

Booom!‍ Boom! Rumbleee!

The‍​‍ sound shook the⁠‌ world. The giant​​⁠ brought down the⁠​‌ mace, wrapped in‍ blue electricity.

He‌‌‌ swung it back​ with his shoulder.⁠

And‍‌‍ what came next‌⁠ was obvious.

Throw.⁠

────────────!‌‍

The⁠⁠ mace tore through⁠ the air with​‍‌ a chilling sound.‍​‌

Whoever‌‍‌ is struck by⁠⁠ the [Arrow of‌ Conquest] must obey​ the will of‌ Ragnarok—be it creature‌ or object.

“Isn’t​‌ this Knight a bit too much?”​‍

Yu​ Sein muttered while‌‍⁠ looking up.

Son⁠⁠‍ of Ragnarok, the⁠‌ golem appeared to‌ be offering the​​⁠ mace to this‍⁠‌ planet.

The⁠⁠​ sky belonged to‍ the father.

The‌‍⁠ earth, to the​ son.

The‌​ giant called Thor,‌‌ known as Knight,⁠⁠ was his heir.​‌ She would’ve preferred‍ never to meet‌‌ this blue hero.​

“Damn​​ it!”

Leon​‌‌ cursed—something rare for⁠​⁠ him.

But​ from his back‍‍ sprouted wings as‍ white as snow.​‍‍

The‍‌ power of the​‍‌ angel, the White-Winged⁠​‍ Celestial Dragon.

He‌‍‌ was humanity’s Knight.⁠‍

Fwoooosh!‌

Fwooooosh!‌‍

A sonic boom tore​ through the air​⁠‍ as feathers spiraled.​

Leon,​​ now lightning incarnate,‍ collided with the‍ mace.

Craaaaaash!‌​

Another⁠ roar. It wasn’t​ enough to stop‌⁠‍ it. Leon coughed​​‌ blood as he​⁠ was dragged across⁠⁠ the ground.

Grrr…‌​‌

Ryozo‌ dropped to one⁠‌‌ knee, drawing her⁠‌ bowstring with all‍​ her might. As​⁠ the string brushed‌ against her lips—‍⁠‌

“Cheoncheonshi!”⁠‌

The⁠⁠ wind swirled around‍ her.

She‌​‌ was pulled backward‌ by the force,‌‌​ forming concentric ripples‍ in her wake.​

Booom!⁠​‍

Another⁠ arrow shot out‍‌ from Ryozo, the‍‌⁠ Heavenly Archer.

Leon’s​ backward momentum slowed—but‍‌⁠ only that.

The‍⁠⁠ balance of power‍⁠‍ had not shifted.‍​⁠

Ryozo⁠⁠‌ continued firing arrows⁠⁠ until blood burst⁠​ from her fingertips.⁠

Abel⁠ and Yu Sein​‍​ didn’t stay idle​ either.

Abel⁠‌ swung her sword‌⁠ relentlessly, using cutting⁠‌​ energy like a whip to slow‍ the mace.

Yu⁠‍ Sein created hand-shaped‍ barriers to stop‌‌ it as well,‌ easing the pressure⁠ on Leon at​‌ the front.

“Uuugh…!”​​

Joaquin‍ and his group​‌ groaned.

Despite⁠‌ their combined assault,​​ they were barely​ holding the line.‌‌ And the ordeal⁠ was far from​​ over.

Thump.Thump.‍ Thump.

The⁠ giant stomped as⁠ if trying to‍‍‌ erase everything. His⁠ presence shook the‌ brain—dizziness was inevitable.⁠

Swish!‍‍

A slicing sound passed‍ by Abel. Just‌‌​ the pressure of​‌ the air numbed‍​‍ her shoulder.

A beam of light‌⁠​ pierced the golem’s‍ torso. It staggered.⁠

Another‌‍‌ strike landed.

Thud!⁠⁠

The⁠​‌ golem’s heel gouged​ a trench into‍‌‍ the earth.

Abel,‌​ stunned, looked behind⁠⁠‌ her.

“Kuhahaha!”‍⁠​

“Nyahaha!”​

Changseong⁠ and his niece,‌⁠‍ Rachel de Mura,⁠​​ laughed with hands‌‍ on their hips.‍‍

“You‌​​ can’t leave out‌⁠ the muscle when​ it’s showtime, can​ you, Rachel?”

“Exactly,‌​ exactly! The heroes‌‌‍ always arrive at⁠ the end!”

“You’ve‌‌ learned well!”

Muscleheads‌⁠⁠ were always optimistic.⁠

“Ready,​​ niece?”

“Of⁠ course, uncle!”

“Let’s⁠ go!”

“Hierarchy⁠⁠​ first!”

“You’ve‍ learned that well‌⁠ too!”

They⁠​‍ exchanged glances and‌‍‍ nodded.

Boooooom!‍

They⁠ launched themselves toward⁠‍‌ the giant with​ explosive force. And​⁠⁠ they weren’t the⁠ only reinforcements.

“Miss.”‍⁠⁠

“We’ve⁠⁠ arrived too.”

Shail‍​​ and Karon joined‍​ in.

“Then,⁠ could it be…?”‍​‍

“Yes.”​⁠⁠

The⁠⁠ demon Karon smiled‍⁠ as he looked‌‍‍ upward.

An​​ old man was‍​‌ descending from atop‍ a flying sword‍ blade.

Beside‌‍‍ him, on other​ flying blades, came‌⁠ the Sage Media​‍‌ and Meian Poison.​

“Grandfather,‍‌ Lady Media, Lady⁠⁠ Meian!”

The​ Swordmaster Siegfried von‍‍ Nibelung, Richard of‍​​ Mura Changseong, Sage‍ Media Poison, and⁠‍‍ Meian Poison.

The‍⁠ giants of this‌‌ era were stepping​‍ onto the stage.​⁠

Fwoooooom!​

Like‍‌ a welcome for​‍‌ the Seven Stars,‌⁠ a trumpet blared.‍‌‍

At‍​‍ its source, Speedweapon​​‌ blew into a flute with such​ force his face‍‍ looked ready to‌‌⁠ explode.

Abel​ stood frozen for‍‌⁠ a second before​‍‌ smiling faintly.

She‍ caught Ryozo’s gaze.‌ Kang Geom-Ma’s wives​‌​ exchanged visual signals⁠‍ of encouragement and​‍‍ fixed their eyes⁠ on the battlefield.​

Step.​ Step.

From‍‍​ the bow and⁠⁠ swords, a searing‍​ sound burst forth.⁠⁠

It​ was aura.

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