＜ 118. Blood soaks sand (9) ＞
#118
tuk. Yuria’s head fell. The body, which had collapsed one beat later, convulsed. At last, red blood spurted from the cut surface.
“What the fuck…”
Ronan muttered as if it was ridiculous. Yuria still had her eyes wide open. Sensing the death of its owner, the leopard rushed to Schlieffen.
“Uh-huh!”
Schlieffen swung his sword again. The wind that blew along the sword path brushed the leopard’s neck. Kang! A white line appeared on his metal-covered neck, and his head fell.
“Creek?”
thud. The rigid body of the leopard passed over. Schlieffen lowered his sword after confirming that the surroundings had become quiet. He stared blankly into the air, then knelt down on one knee.
“.······uhhh.
“Yumma, are you okay?”
Ronan staggered towards Schlieffen. It was hard to control my body like the day after drinking alcohol. Copying Terranil’s aura cost a lot more mana than expected.
“Whoa…”
Schlieffen did not answer. An unstable breath leaked from between her slightly gaped lips. His pale complexion looked bad. Ronan’s eyes suddenly touched his sword and raised his eyebrows.
“This···!”
The sword was not visible. Only the blood-stained hilt was held in Schlieffen’s hand. At that time, the sword god that had disappeared with a low sound of the wind appeared.
– aa
It was like watching an icicle grow rapidly. The swirling and gathering air currents were transformed into bluish blades. The mana rising from the sword gave a completely different impression than before.
‘Calm down. But it got sharper.’
If the existing mana was a strong wind blowing at random, now it is reminiscent of a tail wind running on a calm sea. A type that has the potential to develop into a typhoon sweeping the ocean at any time. Ronan smirked as if he was stunned.
“her.”
It was a growth rate that far exceeded expectations. Even the morning star of the empire did not know that he would have reached this level already. It was an Auror awakening.
“A monstrous bastard…”
Auras are an individual’s unique mana and abilities derived from it. Those who have consistently honed their Auras at some point achieve a radical growth in their abilities, which is called Auror Awakening.
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Most of them merely increase the range or power of the existing Aurors, but there are some who have experienced absurd changes, such that a pupa emerges as a butterfly. The guy who used to generate static electricity shoots lightning from his eyes, or the guy who specializes in skin hardening makes diamonds grow from his body…A prime example of this was Schlieffen. Dismantling the sword in the form of wind and swinging it. This was the true form of the storm sword that Ronan knew, and it was the symbol of Schliefen, the best sword on the continent.
It was also a skill that Ronan in his previous life, who had no interest in others, was genuinely envious of. If it were just that, I would have been able to tear apart and kill all the flying giants.
‘Damn it, looking at it again makes me hungry.’
The storm sword was literally capable of limitless operation. Compressing the wind in one place made it a one-hit deadly weapon, and spreading it widely made it a strategic weapon that could compete with the army. Ronan still remembers the madness of Schlieffen, who stormed the entire Romaira Mountains, hoping to catch the Witch of Winter.
It still looked weak compared to the power of his previous life, but once he entered the state of awakening, development was only a matter of time. Ronan offered a potion to Schlieffen, who was lying down.
“Take it. Unlucky bastard.”
“·······Ronan.”
“It was great. What happened?”
“What does that mean?”
“You are awake, man.”
Schlieffen’s eyes widened. It was as if he did not even know that he had awakened. Taking the potion without a word, he shook his head.
“is it. It’s such a feeling.”
“Eight, someone hasn’t even bloomed to come. Please tell me the secret.”
Ronan grunted. Schlieffen, who was applying a potion to the wound on his shoulder, opened his mouth.
“…the sound of the wind was heard.”
“The sound of the wind?”
“okay. Violent yet very soft… it was the first time I’d heard it since I was eleven. The moment I heard it, I was convinced that I could cut her off.”
At the age of eleven, Schlieffen was the age at which the Auror had blossomed. He added that he was concentrating all his attention on cutting Yuria the moment the star’s protection disappeared. Ronan tilted his head.
“therefore?”
“That’s all. It really happened.”
“I’m not crazy, this.”
Ronan frowned. I didn’t expect a normal explanation at first, but I didn’t expect it to be this much. This is why I hate geniuses. Ronan, who was so sarcastic, smiled.
“Well, I should have caught it.”
Ronan held out his hand. Anyway, it was good. Schlieffen, who smiled softly, stood up, supported by him. Because he drank the potion, his complexion had definitely improved.
“Ronan. I have a question.”
“ok?”
“How did you break through that barrier?”
In the end, he could not break the star’s protection despite all his efforts. Just like in a previous life that reached the level of swordsmanship. Ronan thought for a moment, then shook his head.
“I don’t know either. It just happened.”
“···is it.”
Schlieffen nodded slowly. He looked displeased, but he couldn’t answer that he knew something he didn’t know.
‘You will be upset.’
Schlieffen’s voice, which trembled slightly, was filled with insolence. Even as he staggered as if he was about to collapse, his dark blue eyes were burning with fighting spirit. Ronan said.
“However, why not just keep going?”
It was another challenge to be solved with Haeju. It would be great if other people could break the stars’ protection, but if it didn’t, I had to be strong enough to beat them all alone. Ronan, who had stretched out, turned around.
“…it’s over.”
Either way, the battle was over. It was the most intense and dangerous battle since reincarnation. It was only after the tension was relieved that I could see the surroundings.
It was not a very picturesque scenery. Bloodstains and broken metal were strewn like mold. The ruins that were smooth as if they were made of marble had been turned into ruins that looked like they had been through three wars.
“Fuck bastards.”
Boom! Ronan suddenly got angry and kicked Yuria’s head. The head that flew in a long parabola was curled up in front of the Dainhar Manastone. Ronan looked at the magic stone and opened his mouth.
“Why am I suddenly so mad?”
“···I do not know.”
Schlieffen shook his head. The manastone, which was bigger than any other farmhouse, was still scattering brilliant light everywhere. The mana flowing out to the extent that it was too much made my head dizzy.
At that moment, a person’s face flashed through Ronan’s mind. He stopped in place and let out a swear word.
“Screw.”
“Ronan?”
No angry gusts were seen. I had completely forgotten about it because of the fierce battle. Ronan, who had shaken off Schlieffen, ran to the spot where the gust of wind had collapsed. His face contorted as he accidentally looked down the stairs.
The space at the bottom of the stairs was still filled with the blood and corpses of the natives. A cuboid that said to contain the secrets of the ruins stood tall among the corpses. A raging gust of wind fell upon the very cube.
“Damn it, a blast!”
Ronan exclaimed. He ran down the stairs three hundred steps beyond, just three times. bang! bang! bang! Ronan, who reached the gust of wind in an instant, shook his shoulder.
“Damn it. Wake.”
No answer came back. Red handprints remained on the ten buttons. It was clear from the circumstances that the gust had manipulated it.
“Ahhh.”
Fortunately, he was still breathing. Ronan poured all the potions he brought into the body of the gust of wind. Profitable…! The trauma healed quickly, but he couldn’t come to his senses. It must have been that there was too much blood.
“do not die.”
For a moment, Sarante’s face flashed before his eyes. The old elf guarding the ruins could not heal the wounds and turned into a stupid stone.
I couldn’t have had that happen twice. Ronan, who looked up at the top of the stairs, shouted with all his might.
“Sita!!!”
The voice echoed and echoed. It had been exactly three minutes. A black shadow appeared above the stairs. Sita found Ronan and descended with her wings folded.
“Byeah!”
“This way, hurry up!”
Ronan shouted as he supported the dying gust of wind. Sita, who landed on Ronan’s shoulder, immediately cast healing magic.
Paa of red light wrapped around the body of the gust. The blood that had flowed out of him was flowing back into his body. When Ronan straightened out the twisted limbs and pulled out the iron that had been embedded in it, the gust’s complexion began to improve quickly. Then he wiggled his fingers and opened his eyes.
“…Ronan?”
“Damn, are you awake?”
“The monster… those strange people…?”
“He and I killed them all. That too for sure.”
Ronan said, patting Schlieffen on the shoulder. The storm’s eyes widened. Ronan explained what had just happened. The purpose and strength of Terranil and Yuria who came to this place, until their miserable end. Hearing the story, an angry gust of laughter shed.
“hahaha…that’s great. You are a true warrior.”
“Yumma, don’t laugh because it hurts. Did you do that?”
Ronan pointed the tip of his chin up the stairs. The beams of light from the manastone were crossing the air. An angry gust of wind nodded heavily.
“Yes. i broke the rules You look dangerous, so I wanted to do anything to help.”
“Discipline?”
“All tribesmen know how to deal with this. But nobody cares. You can only touch it on the promised day.”
It was also a blast. He continued to speak as he touched the cube. Angry gusts from the grandfather of the grandfather of the grandfather. In any case, he said that he had been handed down how to operate this device from a very long time ago.
He said that he always risked his life to protect it, but never touched it, and said that manipulation is permitted only on the promised day. Ronan shrugged his eyebrows.
“What is the promised day?”
“I do not know either. But he said that when that day comes, you will find out on your own.”
“It’s amazing.”
Ronan chuckled. It was hard to believe that so many people had died because of such a vague promise. An angry gust of wind nodded calmly.
“Because I broke the rules, when I die, I have to swim in red water forever. But I have no regrets.”
“You are not guilty. It is those who cast such a curse that must be thrown into the lava.”
“Thank you for saying that. I feel better now.”
“It gets better. lie down quietly The only survivors you don’t know are me and this child…”
Ronan was about to say something. Kugugugugung! Suddenly, the entire space began to shake violently as if an earthquake had occurred. The artificial voice I had heard a while ago resounded.
[There are 3 minutes left until the security system is activated. Upon activation of the system, we begin this task after exiling all targets without an identification code.]
“Huh?”
Ronan frowned at the unfamiliar nonsense. Again, there were too many unfamiliar words.
“Identification code on security system…what the hell does that mean?”
“I don’t feel good.”
“I think I’ll kick you out in about three minutes… damn it.”
I don’t know how or what to banish, but I have a feeling. The vibration was getting stronger.
The mana spewing out of the manastone was gradually getting thicker to the point that it was difficult to handle. It seemed obvious that something was going to happen. Ronan stood up and looked back at Schlieffen and Sita.
“Hurry up, guys. Because it seems like it’s fucked up.”
3 minutes. It was enough time to gather at least one magic stone, but I couldn’t help but feel regretful.
First, I had to do what I could. Ronan, who drew his sword, was about to run. Suddenly, an angry gust of wind grabbed his wrist.
“wait. I can’t let my benefactor go like this.”
“what?”
“After all, it is certain that I will go into the red water after I die. I will try to increase the time.”
