Chapter 109 – Struggle

000

Under the black sky of the academy, students’ shouts and monsters howled. And the sound of magic colliding with magic spread endlessly.

It was the same even in a place not far from Aion Tower, the moment the light running through the sky appeared and disappeared.

Arrows, like raindrops, were stabbed countless times toward the ground.

“Damn it…! What are these monsters! Everyone in their places! Don’t let them advance any further!”

The hunters, led by Thrace, were pouring all their firepower against the tentacled monsters crawling out of the black spheres.

While some of the artifacts stored in Vytos’ warehouse began to operate on their own, causing enormous damage to the surroundings.

What they pursued was the red jewel of chaos incarnate.

It flies through the sky with free will like a living flying insect.

Every time it moved, it left a black trail and summoned tentacles like the legs of an octopus with a bizarre shape to attack its pursuers.

An unidentified voice resembling a hymn from somewhere resounded beyond the black space that created these tentacles.

[NR! ST! NR! GSN!]

Those who learned from intermediate plants or animals that they encountered that the moment they accidentally touched these tentacles, the body of the creature would be twisted and strangely deformed on the spot.

At a distance that would never directly reach them, they use utmost care to create barrages to keep the tentacles away from them.

However, that alone did not lead to a calm situation, so I had to shoot that red jewel down somehow.

Among them, Trace, who had the best marksmanship, tried using ricochets using walls or arrows that turned into bullets in the air, but it was impossible to hit the red jewel.

As if even the jewels flying in the sky were mirages caused by illusions, he leisurely avoids the rain-like long-range attacks and pulls out another tentacle.

I could hear the voices of children laughing.

“Shit…!”

“Trace!”

Trace bites her lower lip as she sees her dodging her own marksmanship as if she were joking around.

In the meantime, he answered as if he was a little annoyed at the voice of a student in the same department calling him.

“Why is that spanking!”

“I’m Schubert! No, more than that. Look around…!”

Following his words her, Trace looks around.

Black traces made around the students.

It formed a loop like a donut, and tentacles were constantly wriggling and crawling out from between them.

“… I guess we became the prey…”

Trace counts the arrows he has while frowning.

The biggest weakness of his marksmanship was that when dealing with multiple enemies, his fighting power dropped infinitely when he ran out of bullets or arrows.

The number of arrows left was not enough at all.

“Haha… How do you do Trace…?”

When Schubert asked Trace with a dry smile, he had no choice but to make the most rational decision as a chief.

“…Concentrate the remaining firepower in one place and make a breakthrough to escape there.”

“If that’s possible, I won’t suffer… If you make an ambiguous attack like moving shot while you can’t engage in close combat, both speed and power will drop.”

His judgment His was correct, Trace thought, nodding his head.

“You guys, pass all the remaining arrows to me.

“What… ! Then, are you saying you want to become a scapegoat!?”

At Schubert’s words, Trace wrinkled his head.

“Sacrificial sheep? It’s different. My father said. A man who doesn’t hesitate when faced with a situation where he has to risk his life for others is a true hunter.”

“…Ha…?”

“I’m not going to be a ‘scapegoat’. I’m going to be a true hunter.”

Saying so, Trace puts one of the handed arrows on the string.

He did not have the power of imprinting or the ability to create magical arrows like Sasha.

But for him, the most important talent his as a sniper he inherited from his father.

The ability to grasp in an instant where to pierce the enemy to collapse.

It may have been a part of the body.

If the military group is viewed as a single `body’, it was also the job of a sniper to kill a person who becomes a `vital point’.

Of course, in this case, it would be most effective to aim for the red jewel, but it was useless to stare at the ‘unsuitable enemy’.

Therefore, he shot an arrow that was pulled to the limit directly under it.

Of course, it was not enough to pierce that part with a single arrow.

So, if one foot is not enough, ten feet. If 10 feet isn’t enough, 100 feet.

Using the remaining arrows, bullets, and everything, pierce through the entire black space and erase a large group of tentacles.

“Now! Go!”

When Trace, who saw that the aisle had been opened for a moment, shouted, Schubert looked indignant and led all the other students to run.

He had to put down his weapon, lighten his body as much as possible, and quickly break through the hole.

In the meantime, Trace unleashes barrages that fall from the sky to keep the gap open.

Blocked by a wall of arrows, the tentacles cannot catch those fleeing.

In the meantime, strange monsters approaching Trace’s back were less than 1m away.

It was the same time that the last student passed through the gap, and Trace’s arrows ran out at the same time.

A teeing sound is heard and the string of a bow that has been strung is broken, and the middle part is cracked.

Because he had done his part his, he could n’t say anything about bolmen.

With the feeling that the end of the bow that he inherited from his father and has been together for 10 years is overlapping with the end of his own.

Trace tried to close his eyes.

[Butterfly’s Dagger – Titania!]

…Until I heard this absurd sound.

When Trace looks straight ahead with his eyes wide open in bewilderment.

There, I saw Sasha swinging a dagger in the sky as if doing somersaults.

At first glance, she seemed to have swung her dagger into nothing.

However, what she was aiming for was nothing like empty space.

It was a red jewel that was hidden in the air, reflecting the light around her.

In other words, it was really the ‘illusion’ that Trace and the other students were seeing and attacking.

In the midst of her swift flight, she disguised herself and faked it to deceive them.

The tentacles, the hymns, and the sound of ridicule all stopped at the same time as the red jewel fell to the ground and cracked.

The tentacle loses its substance and slowly disappears from the spot.

The same was true of the black space that was taking them out infinitely.

Reducing the power output of the glittering mark, Sasha let out a sigh as she landed on the ground.

If Layla’s instructions her to head here had been even a little late, she would have been beaten.

“Are you okay? Is there anything wrong with you?”

As she is a student in the same department, Sasha asks him.

“…No, it’s not okay.”

But Trace answered.

“Sir, are you hurt!? I’ll call Mr. Quon…”

“No. I was mistaken in thinking that you were something to be protected. You were a stronger hunter than any of us.”

“Oh, no! I’m still very immature…”

“And, what suits you like that is sure to be a man as strong as you… Hoo. This Trace. I saw the difference in skill while trying to hunt a beast…”

Saying that, Thrace put the broken bow on his shoulder and walked away, turning his back on Sasha.

Waving her hand and moving away, Sasha looked at him and muttered:

“Uh… The other people went in the opposite direction…”

001

At that time, Lyla and Beatrix were pouring all their concentration into suppressing and sealing the sorcery of the dead who were about to run out of control.

After sending Sasha a moment ago, he is summoned by magic students who ask for help.

Around the sorceress that spews tremendous fraud and indiscriminately tries to revive ‘dead things’ (objects made using animals and plants) around it.

He was restraining himself from spreading his mana arbitrarily by spreading dozens of barriers.

“Next is Azif’s guardian square! I’ll handle the 3rd through 5th spells-“

“You mean I’m number 6 and number 8? Okay. Don’t worry, that part is my specialty.”

It must have been the first time that they matched up like this, but seeing Beatrix answer as if she knew very well about Layla’s magic, Layla shut her mouth.

Even if you don’t talk to other people, I didn’t think that it was such a pleasant thing to agree with what you think.

On top of that, Beatrix’s ability her to follow the speed of her own spells, which she prided herself on being faster than others, made her think that she was on a par with the best talents in magic.

“…You’re amazing. With this level of skill, it’s worth aiming for the top spot in the Magic Department, not the Enforcement Department.”

“…Thanks Lila. But you’re the head of the magic department, aren’t you? After all, you look the best.”

At that, Lila shuts her mouth for a moment, then she speaks.

“Then, how about my assistant?”

“It’s an attractive offer, but I’ll decline it. There are things I’d like to research separately, and if I were to ask you which way, I’d like to be friends with Lila. Just like before.”

“…Just like before? I’m not sure I’m asking, but are you saying you’re also an acquaintance from the past that I’ve forgotten about?`

In response to Lyla’s question, Beatrix raised the corner of her mouth and moved her hand to move on to the next barrier technique before Lyla could speak.

“Now, wait. As you please… Kuh…”

“Ask for Avon’s numbers 2 and 0. And, the answer to that question will be found by you.”

At those words, Layla recalls the face of Cleon, who left everything her to herself and disappeared through a gap in her second dimension.

Lila, who kept her mouth shut for a while, was blown away! And set her enchanted hair on fire, making her eyes shine.

“I’m looking forward to that…! Let’s see what a great relationship it was to say that!”

“Of course! It’s time to stop crying…!”

The two stimulate each other and raise their mana, and hundreds of layers of barriers surround the magic book of the dead between them.

In the competition (?) Of the two geniuses, which deviated from common sense, the other wizards around them could not catch the timing to intervene and just looked at the spectacle with their fisheyes stunned.

002

At the same time, Quon and Iona were helping the students of the Department of Sexology to deal with the undead that appeared from the remaining mud of Humbaba.

Although it is said that the power of divine magic is halved, it spreads the black magic area, but the undead are the undead.

When Iona’s power her as a holy sword and Quon’s large amount of holy mana are combined, two or three undead disappear with each swing of her sword.

“Haha…”

If there was a problem, it was Quon who was wielding the holy sword Iona.

I couldn’t entrust myself to the sex department I met for the first time today, but for Quon, who stood in the back row and assisted the party,

The heavy labor of wielding a sword and dealing with enemies was quite overpowering.

Even if he swung roughly, a holy wave would come out and purify the undead in front of him.

[Not bad! Judging by how well he handles Cleon’s swordsmanship, he must be talented. Quon.]

“No, without difficulty… It’s already impossible…”

Quon panted and wiped the sweat from his forehead. If Iona uses her ability her as a holy sword-[Experience Transplantation] To reproduce Cleon’s swordsmanship through Quon’s body her, even Quon who has never wielded a sword will move her body at will.

[Back!]

At Iona’s cry her, Quon hurriedly turned her around and swung her sword horizontally.

As before, a wave of strong divine magic spreads out, instantly evaporating several undead standing in a straight line.

Other sex departments see it and raise their voices of admiration.

“Excuse me, priest over there! I know you’re really rude, but are you really a priest? With that chest, you think that being a priest is unreasonable! Ugh! What the heck! Why are you so soft!?”

“Is it these breasts? Is it because of these breasts that the instructor is not attracted to us!? Every time we move, they sway and sway. I’m pissed off, but I’m defeated! Please tell me how you got so big!”

Except for about two people.

The twins clung to Quon’s sword-wielding side, asking questions about Quon’s breasts from both sides.

“Eh, eh…”

When Quon, who was embarrassed by the momentum, hesitated, there was a woman who rubbed her twin’s breasts at the same time and made her groan and drop them.

She was a neat-looking woman with long blue hair.

“Focus on the fight in front of you. And I told you not to disrespect your precious colleague.”

“You are…”

Quon looking at the woman who sent a helping hand.

Then, she says ‘huhu’ and smiles a little and replies.

“I am called ‘Riomes’, a bulcho who owes much to Instructor Cleon. As the head of the sex department… Commonly known as the ‘Academy Top Class Bitch’.”

“Everything, you’re that…!?”

Quon could not hide his surprise her at her behavior her, which was so different from what he expected, then Riomes pushed her face into her her Quon her and asked, as if having fun.

“Oh, I guess you had expectations of me… What did you think I would look like?”

“Eh, eh… Blonde hair, heavy make-up, slightly tanned skin… You must be wearing revealing clothes…”

“My sister was exactly like that six years ago. Before she entered the sex department and met Mrs. Rude…”

“Whoa. That’s right, I was a ‘virgin bitch’ back then.”

When Demis, who came over and intervened in the conversation, spoke, Riomes looked into the distance as if missing him and replied.

[Wait, I think it’s better to deal with all the undead first than talking about that… !]

“Yeah, that’s right! I’m sorry. We’ll talk about you guys later!”

As Quon runs in the direction of the undead group as if being dragged by Iona’s urging her, Rio Mess also stretches her.

Her face her, which always had a refreshing smile, turned expressionless with her deep breath.

The vitality and magic that flowed through her body unite her in one place, and the magic that harmonizes yin and yang blooms at her fingertips her.

As she stood facing the dead who had lost their place to go and became ghosts, I felt the restrained beauty of her body just before she danced.

She quietly opens her mouth and puts her own name on this fight of her own.

“The heir to the right to assassinate the Saeksu (穡壽* life) class. Riomes.”

“Same faction. Successor. Demis.”

As the siblings stepped forward while stepping on her advance her, her magic power her flowed through her ground her.

“”Embrace all of that ghost, I’ll destroy it.””

003

Just a few minutes ago, in the city where the battle between Humbaba and Cleon’s party was taking place.

With Rail, who has almost no human appearance left.

The hero, Aruru, was fighting.

Reil, who absorbed the souls of Humbaba and the black battle, moved by replacing its heart with mud, and was enduring Aruru’s attack by immediately replacing the cut place with mud.

Even if he tried swinging the sharp sword attached to his upper body that had turned into a monster using mud, there was no way that Reil, who had already lost all of the pride of a swordsman, would be able to strike Aruru.

“How come… I was able to win so easily inside the labyrinth… Why am I stronger than then… “

Rail grabs her own face her and he howls as if denying the situation that he is being pushed by her.

But Aruru takes a big deep breath and doesn’t break her posture, looking at the beast in front of her with cold eyes. There was only one will in her eyes.

The enemies of this world are thoroughly destroyed. It was just that.

“I admit it. You’re definitely more tough than you were back then… I think it’s true, but you don’t feel the cool-headedness or resourcefulness you had back then. It was because you prepared. If you count all of that with your skills, you are weaker than you were back then.”

“It’s noisy…! What do you know! About me, and about you…! The one who knows the most is me!”

As if in denial of his former friend’s words, Rail waved his arm, and he saw the mud trickling down, losing its shape.

“If you knew me well, this shouldn’t have happened. Creating a sad situation where I have to cut an old friend with my own hands…”

“Wrong… If it wasn’t for Cleon, the happiness given to you wouldn’t have ended…!”

When Aruru hears the story, she looks at the rail, which is already collapsing on its own, and asks, lowering her sword.

“That happiness, by no means, are you talking about ‘Aruru, not a hero’?”

“Yes…! Everyone has their own expectations of you, praises you as an ideal hero, and takes away from you a normal life. It’s a different world of lies… It’s a true world. You must have been happy in it too! The memories of that time remain. There will be!”

“Of course, I remember. Certainly, there might have been such a world. ‘Aruru’ who felt a different happiness from me now might have existed. That’s what I thought.”

After Aruru said that, she raised her sword again and pointed the tip at her rail.

“However, as much as you think, I don’t hate ‘the present me’. No, I rather take pride in it. You say ‘expect yourself’? A hero is originally a blade that cuts evil while standing with people’s expectations on its back, These are the ones who exist as a protective shield. There is no complaint about that.”

“…”

“I am the one who knows the most about myself. And, even if it is limited to others, the one who knows the most about me is not you.”

“Shut up!! I started this division to keep you from being taken away by them!!”

As Rail roared, dozens of sharp thorns made of mud flew towards Aruru.

However, Aruru regenerated the shards of brilliant blue glass that were already scattered around, hit them with a holy sword that outnumbered the thorns, and wrapped the rails in reverse.

“Why didn’t you tell me. Why did you try to do everything alone. We could have been together as the three of us… But forever.”

After Aruru regained her memories, she briefly put on a teary-eyed expression for the first time.

However, she soon returns to her usual face her, with even those tears erased, and raises her sword.

Numerous glass swords floating in the air converge toward her main body that Aruru is holding.

Like a storm, it drifts around the main body at high speed, turning into a whirlwind of destruction that shatters everything in her.

As Aruru catches up with the trajectory of moving her sword, her crushing her happens.

Gnawing through the ground, tearing through the air, Aruru lunged at her rails at high speed, sword forward.

“…Goodbye. Rail. If there’s a hell for you, I’ll go there later.”

“Aruru…!!!!”

The rail that had been used to scream her name and to call her name her disappeared on the spot as the whole body made of mud was torn apart by a storm of glass swords.

All the alter egos of the glass sword touched by that miasma melted and evaporated like Rail.

Only the unbreakable sword stood there.

004

When she got down on one knee, her cough made her blood spurt out.

Perhaps because of her mood her, her blood her was slightly black.

Numerous broken Enkidoodles fell around.

And the unknown victims in it. Nuclei.

Although he was somehow reducing the number by aiming only for the core of the fallen monsters in the battle of the monsters.

Covering all these numerous guys was a burden even for Cleon without Galatea.

In the end, no matter what, there are monsters that become stronger.

Now, I couldn’t even guess how powerful the few monsters left were.

The magical erosion of the dimension was also slowly eating away at Cleon’s body and physical strength of her.

Layla’s protection her did not disappear.

The concentration of magical power surrounding him grew even thicker.

Is it the limit now?

If this continues, he will become another nutrient for them in this.

Cleon pressed his lips and fists together, raised his staggering knees and looked straight at the guys in front of him.

The monsters, which had already grown like mountains, were fighting to eat each other without even paying attention to the tired Cleon.

Jormungandr watched it through the opening, and at some point she took out her wine and was enjoying it.

“…”

You need strength.

Right now, if I don’t stop these guys, my world with everyone will be shattered.

It just had to be stopped. I had to block it.

Rather, should I accept the erosion of the dimension?

The soul, mind, and body may change. However, the magical power of the dimensional rift was a power that occurred indefinitely as long as it was in this space.

Use it to kill all these monsters.

You just need to finish yourself before you lose your self.

In order to accept the erosion, I knew what to do.

So, if you direct your will there-

[-Leon…]

“…”

The next moment, Cleon’s movement stopped at the voice calling him.

That voice was the one Cleon wanted to hear the most right now.

“…Galatea…?”

[Cleon… Now, to that place…]

Cleon knew at once what she meant.

No matter how far down the abyss she is, no matter how alone she is left.

She will definitely come by her own side of her as much as she does.

“Galatea…!”

Cleon stretched out his hand into the air.

A black and golden spiral across the sky adorns the sky above the academy.

And-

Opening up the space in front of Cleon’s eyes, a beautiful black sword and-

A brilliant golden sword appeared in front of him at the same time.