Chapter 94 : Chapter 94

Chapter 94

A single Shik, unfolded by a knight who had reached the realm of a Superhuman.

To achieve Carpe Illusion, a Mana Heart capable of manifesting a mental image, along with formidable mental strength and stamina to withstand it, was essential.

The old count, looking around the reconstructed domain, burst into laughter.

“My mental image was superior, I see.”

Jjareureuk. Jjareuk. Jjareureureuk.

Gray mana surged from the ground, manifesting into dozens of chains.

“……!!”

Killian belatedly noticed the chains binding his body.

Aether, which had been in his hand just a moment ago, was nowhere to be seen.

He tried to use the scabbard at his waist, but.

‘The mana isn't flowing?’

He could feel the presence of the Mana Heart in his chest, but the mana wasn't circulating.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

The master of the domain clicked his tongue.

“The Execution Stand of the Cross. That is the name of this place.”

“A cross……”

Only then did Killian realize that the support binding his two arms, legs, and torso was a cross.

‘The cross and chains. They are obstructing the flow of my mana.’

At his feet, the heads of nameless individuals were rolling around.

“Are you afraid?”

Ignoring him, I tried to move my arms. The chains didn’t budge.

“How many Superhumans do you think I have cut down so far?”

“……”

“How much blood do you think I have shed to be in this position?”

Seueuk.

The famed sword, Arund.

The sword held by the old count touched Killian’s neck.

“Before I kill you, I must confirm one thing. How did you master the 7-star at your age?”

“You ask a strange question.”

“There’s no need for obvious lies.”

He reached the 7-star before he was even twenty-five. No, not only did he reach it, but he had undoubtedly mastered it.

The one who went from being the Fourth Young Master of the martial family of Eurasia to the Fourth Prince of the Eurasia Kingdom.

Looking back at his past deeds, there was only one thing to surmise.

“I heard the skills of the Eurasia’s Head Apothecary are quite mystical. She must have used some kind of sorcery to make your lacking talent blossom.”

Eurasia was originally a martial family from the barren eastern frontier.

Their Head reaching the 8-star, the Commander of the Knights who had been stuck unable to overcome the wall mastering the 7-star, and the once-unremarkable Fourth Prince displaying such prowess.

And thus, the martial family was able to become a kingdom.

Konrad concluded that all of it must be the evil arts of the Head Apothecary, who had honed her skills over generations.

“Heh heh……”

Laughter escaped Killian’s lips.

The count looked at him with suspicious eyes.

“Our Head Apothecary is quite amazing. To be treated like this.”

“As expected……”

Loen had transcended the realm of an apothecary and become a being closer to a mage.

Her recovery potions were manufactured with an inimitable chemical formula built through numerous experiments.

Her understanding and versatility of Shik would not fall behind even the Superhumans of Cornelia.

“But if you think that’s all there is to it, you’re gravely mistaken. It’s a realm that Brussels, having lost its desperation, cannot comprehend.”

“It was a pointless question. I will not kill you here.”

He said he would cut off his limbs and use him as a hostage.

And through that, he would find out what secrets Eurasia was hiding.

It was so amusing to see him mistaken until the very end that Killian let out another laugh.

At that, the count’s sword was raised high.

This place was a virtual space, but also reality.

“Receive the price for your excessive greed.”

The moment he swung his sword down toward Killian.

Kkang.

An unexpected metallic sound rang out.

The count glared at the sword made of mana that was blocking his own.

“You shouldn’t be able to use mana. Your expression says you’re thinking just that, doesn't it?”

“What……”

Instead of answering, Killian looked up.

“……”

Three spheres were floating in the empty space where nothing should have been.

‘When……!!’

“The arrogance of rashly assuming that only your own technique would succeed.”

Hwaaaak.

The three spheres began to suck in the mana of the area.

The corners of Killian’s mouth twisted.

“That is the reason for your defeat.”

Carpe Illusion. Total Solar Eclipse.

As his Shik was activated, the binding force of the cross began to weaken.

In response, Konrad quickly swung his sword.

Jjareuk. Jjareureuk. Jjareureureuk.

Three chains that shot up from the ground coiled around the three spheres, stopping their movement of absorbing mana.

Seueueueu.

Kwaaaaaa.

The blue mana that absorbed mana, and the gray mana that controlled mana.

The two types of mana offset the abilities of each other’s domains.

Tuduk.

Killian broke free from the chains that had lost their control.

And he lifted Aether, which he had dropped after being hit by his opponent’s technique, now stuck in the ground right before him.

“If you are a knight, you should speak with your sword.”

From that moment on, the two Superhumans began to exchange blows.

Kkang.

Starting from the basic forms that could be called fundamentals.

Kkaaang.

Advanced swordsmanship that developed from the basic forms.

Kkagagak.

To the Style, created by incorporating the mysteries of advanced swordsmanship.

Kgagagagak.

Fragments of armor scattered from a sword that grazed his chest, and a few drops of blood splattered from a blade that brushed his cheek.

He cut the leg, cut the waist, cut the arm, and cut the shoulder.

The two Superhumans, lost in a state of selflessness, poured out all the swordsmanship they had built up.

And so, finally.

One sword, plunged into the chest of one Superhuman.

***

Killian gasped for breath.

His vision was blurry, likely from severe blood loss.

His arms, legs, shoulders, and face—there wasn't a single spot on his body that hadn't been cut, including places that would have been vital spots if they were off by just a little.

“Ptui.”

The spit he spat out was red.

If it weren't for the body of a Superhuman, it wouldn't have been strange for him to have died long ago.

And.

Before his eyes was a knight who had sustained a wound that even the body of a Superhuman could not endure.

“Cough……”

The old knight, supporting himself with one hand on the ground and one knee bent, coughed up blood.

The blood flowing down his beard was black. It was because the reflux he had been so wary of had begun.

“Hahahaha……”

“……”

“It wasn't Simon, nor was it Escardo……”

His formidable presence vanished, and the old man, who seemed to have aged 10 years in an instant, shook.

Every time he moved, blood poured from his open wounds.

Killian looked down at him with indifferent eyes.

He steadied his breathing, focused his mind, and opened his mouth.

“It was a swordsmanship worthy of the name ‘Master’.”

“……”

If Escardo hadn't wounded him beforehand, he might have also used his sword recklessly and been dying alongside him.

“Indeed.”

Considering the years he lived by the sword.

“It would be ridiculous to be defeated by someone of your level.”

“What……”

“You don't need to know.”

Thinking it was a mockery directed at him, the old count burst into laughter.

Dark red blood flowed down his beard.

“Are you trying to bring down the Empire?”

His voice was thin, but his eyes were sharp.

“Bringing down the Empire and establishing a new one……? You may be remarkable……. No, even if it were possible, do you think Eurasia would be any different?”

Every nation that seized power was bound to rot.

The old count, who had been involved in politics for a long time, spoke in a resolute tone.

“We have to make it different.”

“How young……”

“Well, that’s a task for Eurasia. And don’t you worry. I have lived a longer time than you.”

“……?”

“You can solve your curiosities in the afterlife.”

With a swing of the sword, a red line was drawn across the old count’s neck.

Seogeok.

The body of the man who was once a Superhuman crumbles powerlessly.

“Would someone who can’t even handle the Empire understand the words of tearing the Gods apart.”

It was a monologue, but there was no one to hear it.

His vision was blurry.

‘This is really the limit.’

I only intended to buy time, but I ended up overexerting myself.

He was a complete wreck, with bones showing through the gaps in his armor.

In his current state, it would be difficult to properly handle even a single 6-star knight.

“It's Killian Eurasia!!”

“He's in a near-death state!”

“We must capture the Fourth Prince alive!!”

‘This is trouble.’

As I was thinking of putting a hand on my scabbard to buy time with a sword membrane.

Seureuk.

The figure of a man in light armor appeared in front of Killian.

“You said you were just going to buy some time.”

“You’re late?”

“If you keep that up, I’ll leave you behind.”

“I’m kidding.”

Killian smiled and patted the man’s shoulder.

“It won't take long. Please rest for a moment.”

The man grinned and unleashed his mana.

“The commander of Brussels! Count Konrad is dead!”

A 6-star knight taught by the two Superhumans of Eurasia.

“Who will dare to face me, Yulian!!”

Hwaaaak.

Carpe made of red mana. Yulian’s mana instantly dominated the area.

‘Anyone watching would think he fought him himself.’

Psst.

With a silly smile, Killian watched the performance of the Second Sword of the Annihilation Squad.

***

The Brussels Kingdom, the quarters of King Bruges III.

At the report from the Royal Chamberlain, King Bruges III’s face turned ashen.

“Co-Count Konrad is dead?!!”

“That is correct……”

“The remaining soldiers…… how many are said to have survived!!”

“It is said that the damage is currently so catastrophic that it is difficult to estimate.”

“That can’t be……”

Bruges III wore a look of disbelief.

“What about Revric? Where is the Count that he doesn’t show his face even in this situation!”

“I regret to inform you…… but it has been almost a month since we lost contact with Count Revric.”

“What……? A-A month?!!”

Bruges III let out a dumbfounded voice.

The two Superhumans who were called the guardian deities of the kingdom.

He had left the worries of governance to them and had been enjoying his pleasures.

But now, one of them was dead, and the other was missing.

There were too many strange points to dismiss it as a coincidence.

“What about Baron Nantes and Viscount Velma?”

“That is……”

The Chamberlain continued in a somber voice.

“Baron Nantes fell in battle against Escardo Schtenberg…… and Viscount Velma has convened the Royal Magic Order and the Knight Order and entered a state of emergency.”

“Th-Then does that mean the only Superhuman left in the kingdom is Viscount Velma.”

“……That is correct.”

“Aah……”

Bruges III let out a groan.

“Convene a council of nobles immediately. I will discuss additional conscription to overcome this crisis to my royal family.”

“I will obey your command.”

It was right after the Chamberlain, who had bowed his head, turned around.

Teolseok.

The Chamberlain suddenly collapsed.

“I-Is there anyone there!”

At the king’s cry, the door to the bedchamber opened.

The one who entered was a man wearing a red wolf mask.

“Oh, Crimson Wolf!”

“Did you call for me, Your Majesty.”

“The Chamberlain has collapsed! Bring in a priest, and convene a council of nobles!!”

“That would be difficult.”

“What did you say……?”

For a moment, he showed a dumbfounded face at the unexpected response.

“What did you just say!!”

Bruges III shouted so loudly that his double chin trembled.

“I said I cannot follow Your Majesty's command.”

“How dare you! I am the sun of this country!!”

“You are too shabby to be called the sun.”

“Don't tell me, you…… with Eurasia……”

“Fortunately, you have at least a minimum of discernment left.”

“……!!”

The king’s mouth fell wide open.

“You've betrayed me!!”

Red mana began to rise from Crimson Wolf’s body.

The next moment, just as it seemed his body had vanished from sight.

Kwajik.

“Gack……!!”

With a single scream, the king fell to his knees.

It was because Crimson Wolf’s index finger had touched his solar plexus.

“Keok…… Keoheok……”

Bruges III, his face slammed to the floor, drooled.

“Your Majesty, a new era will come.”

“I am…… the sun…… For you to do this……”

Kwajik.

“Kkeuaaak!!”

Clutching his arm, broken by a sudden kick, Bruges III screamed.

“Just because a monarch is incompetent doesn't mean he is useless.”

Beneath the mask, Crimson Wolf’s eyes curved like crescent moons.

“Please preserve your royal body and become the embers for the grand plan.”

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