Boom!
Taaang!
A fierce battle between white and silver.
The sound of bones rattling shook the earth, and the mercury that covered the soldiers overflowed.
“Eww!”
“Bogs!”
Avalon’s morale was high, as the opponent they faced was none other than Barnaul.
Not only did they invade the peaceful Avalon, but they were also the ones who killed their beloved King Arthur.
‘That makes sense…’
You shouldn’t think about today’s presidents or politicians.
For the people of Avalon, Arthur was a kind of idol, a spiritual pillar.
For example, it is like this:
The funeral of a national idol was held in front of the city hall.
What if you throw in a murder suspect still wielding a knife while hundreds of thousands of people are wailing?
‘You have to go crazy to be normal.’
Avalon, a bone tomb filled with thoughts of a dead king.
Everyone, including the people, the guards, and the knights under his command, was equally seized by a fierce impulse.
“Kill him!”
“Kill them all!”
Unfortunately, that wish could not be fulfilled.
The native soldiers of Barnaul were constantly being revived through supplements of black magic.
However, the dark magic left behind by Barnaul still remained in Avalon, and thanks to this, the undead of Avalon were also regenerating their broken bone skeletons and repeatedly reviving endlessly.
A carnival of the dead, consumed by murderous intent but never able to kill.
There was only one being who was truly dead—a young king named Arthur, whom I did not know very well.
Dalgrak!
Kwaaaaang!
Kaang!
The sadness that had piled up like dust became the firewood of the joy called anger.
The fight between the murderer and the mourner in the grave was like a great festival.
Qin Shi Huang’s soldiers, fortified with mercury.
Avalon seemed to be a bit behind, but thanks to the efforts of the guards and knights, including Veron, it began to gradually achieve a near-perfect balance.
Still…
‘We can’t keep leaving it like that.’
Avalon had been stuck in the same rut for 80 years.
I couldn’t force them into any more loops, and it was my job to break that balance.
Kwaaaaang!
Crispy!
Silver droplets splashed in all directions.
And the soldiers of Barnaul scattered like sand dust.
I hurled dozens of dwarven war hammers like they were Mjolnir, and Emperor Shi Huang was no exception.
Kwaaang!
An ancient Chinese emperor whose entire upper body disappeared.
But soon, a sandstorm and mercury grains gathered, and he regained his original shape.
“…You too?”
Seeing that he didn’t die even when killed, it was clear that he had achieved his dream while alive through death.
It’s not like that wish would wander the underworld and become a servant of alien invaders.
Still, it wasn’t ineffective.
While the bastard was regenerating, the mercury surrounding the soldiers flowed down to the floor.
Even though it was only for a moment, since it was a large-scale fight, small differences could grow like a snowball.
And…
“Now it’s done! Let’s move too!”
“Oh! I almost fainted from the suffocation!”
Thanks to the support of the people of Avalon, the Paxmen and the Murim people were finally set free.
Whioooo…
Jiiing…
In some places, a soft blue light rose; in others, a golden light.
Members of Pax FC, who had been conserving their energy, came forth.
The light that stretched out in all directions clearly illuminated the dark magicians’ solid line.
A string of black magic stretched to every corner of the hospital like a spider web.
The knights of Camelot and the Paxman inspectors, including Baek Min-woo and Unyang, performed a joint swordsmanship dance.
Pangrrrr…
The hidden solid line intersected exquisitely with the lines of black magic connected to the soldiers. The inspectors began cutting down the soldiers and searching for the hidden black magicians’ locations as if they were playing a game of ladders.
Solid lines stretched everywhere.
Among them, some lines were tangled or knotted so tightly that their paths could not be determined.
This time, martial artists, including Kim Sol and Kwon Ryong, stepped forward.
“This is the real knot! Hybrid Black Flame Dragon!”
“…Twin Dragon Fist!? Kim So-jeo! A Twin Dragon Fist that uses Tai Chi!”
With a powerful punch, he untied the knots of black magic.
The internal energy and aura that Kim Sol released simultaneously surrounded each other like two dragons.
The martial artists were shocked and dumbfounded, but they also threw their fists and unraveled the knots of black magic.
A mess, each wreaking havoc in their own way.
But the grand formula that encompassed it all was eerily clear.
For all of them were surrounded by the desolate Avalon, and within it lay the tomb of the greedy Barnaul.
And finally…
“…You were there?”
The knot had come undone.
The dark magic lines that spread out like waves drew a dozen or so contour lines, and inside each, dark magicians stood sweating profusely, their hands stretched toward the sky.
At the center of the distorted circles, surrounded by layers and layers…
He sent the ‘Demon Predator’ flying toward that empty center.
Wheaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
“Keuh-euh-euh!”
A warlock collapsed on the ground, spitting out blood.
A sharp spear pierced the bastard’s heart, and as if a switch had been flipped, a tenth of the lines disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Shhhhh!
Phaaaak!
If the tips of dozens of swords drew a long melody, the fists of the fighters struck a large beat in between them.
“Ugh!”
“Ughhhhhh!”
The black magicians of Barnaul began to be discovered one by one.
That’s right; it was around the time I killed two more warlocks.
“…What?”
Hook.
Hook.
The strings that had been dangling the soldiers like puppets began to go out one by one like candles.
So far, I’d only dealt with three warlocks.
But even at a glance, more than half of the spell had already been removed.
“It ends like this?”
The consequences were clear.
The soldiers collapsed like a tower of corn.
The skeletons of Avalon, who were in the midst of a ball of death, stood still like a prince who had lost Cinderella.
In the blink of an eye, most of the opponents disappeared on their own.
The group that had been chasing the hallucinations of the black magicians while performing sword dances and formations also had no choice but to stand still.
Easy…
The mercury that had surrounded the soldiers melted and disappeared like snow.
Even the majestic old emperor of China vanished into bubbles, leaving behind a torn dragon robe.
“Why are they all dying?”
Kim Sol asked, taken aback.
It was good that they were being dealt with.
But the problem was that it wasn’t what we expected.
I had no idea what this meant.
That was when…
“My lord!”
Lancelot, who had stopped dancing, hurriedly approached me.
“You must evacuate immediately!”
“What?”
Although he had only recently come back to life, this was the first time I had seen him like this.
Because there was clear fear in his eyes.
“What are you talking about all of a sudden? Evacuate?”
“Look up! Look up!”
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Lancelot raised his hand in a wavering manner.
So, when I turned my head in the direction he was pointing…
“Crazy…”
I couldn’t help but curse inwardly.
Pah, pah, pah, pah!
…Crack!
A mass of black magic floated about ten meters in the air, emitting a purple glow.
The black magic, in the shape of an 8, which was regenerating the soldiers, had swelled up so much that it looked like it would burst at any moment.
Phew!
Phew!
A few more solid lines disappeared.
Now all that remained was…
“…”
There was only one solid line coming down vertically.
Below, a lone warlock stood.
It was truly ironic.
The dark magicians’ lines showed flexible and splendid trajectories.
In fact, all that remained was a single knot that fell vertically.
As if to indicate a gallows, a clear noose was tied around the end of it.
Kwak.
A warlock was holding a noose in both hands.
As if he wanted to fill this huge tomb with his own death, he wrote his own epitaph.
“My name is Florian. I am a black magician from Great Barnaul and the leader of the Brothers of the Night.”
The guy was facing me.
Gate portals opened all around.
Because anyone could see that I was the one who brought Avalon in.
Florian, who had shaken off his heavy pride in an instant, asked me with a flushed face.
“You… What on earth have you done?”
The guy raised his head and looked outside.
The city center of Avalon shimmered amidst thick dust.
The expression on the face of the man looking at Avalon, which had become one with the Earth, was one of bewilderment.
“The fact that Great Barnaul was swayed by mere pioneering. The World Tree is alive and well. Those filthy Druids are in the same space as the World Tree. This is something that no one can tolerate, and it shouldn’t be happening. However…”
Florian’s voice trembled as he mentioned each and every hair of Barnaul’s nose that had been torn out.
But soon, the pale voice that flew in sent a chill down my spine.
“That’s not good enough. That’s not supposed to be here.”
“…Why are you guys deciding that on your own?”
I answered, but Florian had already lost his mind.
“We have to get rid of it. If there’s no way to get it back, we have to erase it altogether… You might as well all die. Just die.”
A guy talking nonsense while holding a noose made of black magic.
I fired the spear without delay, but…
Swish!
It passed straight through Florian’s body.
In the honest line that came down, only one lie remained.
Florian had already been gone for a long time.
But his ghostly afterimage still lingered, and he even went so far as to hang the noose around my neck.
Swoosh!
A figure-8-shaped black magic core rose rapidly toward the sky.
“Crunch!”
Wheaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
The last remaining thread was sucked in at a rapid pace, instantly swallowing up the image of the strangled Florian.
There was no time to look at the performance.
Because Lancelot, with his back to the huge purple light, grabbed my shoulder.
“My lord! This is not the time!”
I could tell for sure by looking at that expression.
This was a hierarchical, vulgar, and useless attack.
I was in a situation where I had to hide in the portal right away…
“…Wait a minute. It keeps going up.”
The core of black magic was slowly floating into the sky.
What was once a dozen meters high had now risen to 30 meters.
The higher the location, the more exponentially the range of the explosion would increase.
Meanwhile, the lost Paxmen and Murim people were at a loss.
In addition, there were thousands of undead brought from Avalon.
Even though they were undead who would come back to life no matter how many times they died, it was not certain whether Avalon, which surrounded them, would be safe.
“Product recall.”
Swaaaaaaah!
There was no room to discuss.
He reactivated the subspace portals he had placed all over the place and instantly sucked the party members and undead scattered throughout the barracks into the portals.
Thud!
Then, dozens of H-beams were quickly released to create a staircase leading to the core of the black magic.
Lancelot, who had been watching me restlessly, lowered his back to me as if he finally understood.
“Go, my lord. I will accompany you.”
I immediately got on his back.
Lancelot used his magic to quickly climb up the H-beam,
Widely!
Knock!
“This is enough for now.”
Before long, I was able to reach a position higher than the core of the black magic.
Maybe about 30 meters above the ground?
Maybe even less than that.
Just below was a huge pit, or burial pit.
What I did was deploy a wide subspace portal over the rising core of black magic.
A portal shaped like a wide plate supported the core of black magic rising like a balloon in the sky.
“Even so, there is only one…”
Of course, I could have installed more portals if I had only paid for the magic stones, but in the current situation, only one was useful.
The portal that protected me from orcs on the first day of my awakening.
Because it was the only one that had physical strength.
Kugugugu…
Even though I increased the size to the maximum, it was still too small compared to the core.
Far from covering it, all it could do was prevent it from rising any further.
Because it was difficult to even find the center of gravity, I had to climb up another dozen meters or so, following the rising core.
Fortunately, the grave beneath our feet was completely empty.
There were only broken pieces of the soldiers scattered here and there.
“…Now is the limit!”
“Okay! It’s all over!”
After listening to Lancelot’s urging and going through a few more trials and errors,
“Okay!”
Finally, we were able to stop the rise of the black magic core.
50 meters above the ground with a purple sun.
“Product recall!”
Shuhwaaaaaaaah!
We threw ourselves together with Lancelot, and the subspace portal swallowed us up as well.
As I passed through the thin portal’s border, I was able to discover the core of black magic that had swelled up here and there.
Flash!
A flash of light quickly passed our eyes.
And then…
“…”
An ear-splitting explosion came later.
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