Chapter 1119 – The Power of Armor

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[The knight, running through the sky, spreads his wings of light.

The great evil that stands in the way will disappear into ashes in front of the blue flames spewing from his body.]

This phrase, which was considered childish even at the time, is a propaganda phrase for a weapons manufacturing company that symbolizes Emmett in the original world.

In addition to its old-fashioned sensibility, the content referred to as ‘evil’ and ‘article’ became the subject of considerable ridicule until the actual content was revealed.

However, the performance of Emmett that was actually revealed was so great that it was tempting to package it with such phrases.

A superalloy outer armor designed to cover the entire body from head to toe with no missing parts.

And inside, nanoscale synthetic fibers carefully wrap the wearer’s body, blocking external shock and smoothing internal movement.

The power source shining from the chest is a scaled down version of Solaris’ magic power, which can single-handedly take responsibility for the power generation of a mobile city, and as long as the catalyst is intact, it can supply energy to the armor close to infinite power.

A spray device attached to the entire body that converts magical energy into plasma and releases it.

By equipping the additional equipment ‘PWZB [Plasma Wing Jet Backpack]’, High-speed + high-altitude flight becomes possible, and its maximum speed easily exceeds the speed of sound.

When equipped by a human, it is an all-purpose exoskeleton combat suit that is approximately 2m in size and is believed to be capable of operating in the sky, land, water, and even space, albeit to a limited extent.

In this way, Emmet was a weapon that boasted the most powerful firepower among the equipment that an individual could use in the original world, and was also a piece of armor.

Although it is similar in form, Emmet is an unmanned device and unlike the previous Star Warsi, which was used as a strategic weapon for the purpose of mass destruction.

It was an all-purpose weapon capable of everything from small-scale battles to secret infiltration missions, as well as wiping out a city by maximizing its magical firepower.

“Do you understand, Demon Swordsman?”

Old Burn, who hesitated and explained all the characteristics of the weapons he was using, spread his arms and spoke.

“Now, it may seem like I’m standing in front of you as a human being. What you are dealing with is the ‘giant city’ itself.”

Old Burn says that it is not a firepower that a single human can possess.

Showing respect to Cleon, who followed his instinct and blocked the first surprise blow with his sword.

“… It doesn’t matter whether the opponent is a human, a city, or a fortress. “I have to do Fleur’s favor.”

However, Cleon was not very interested in the other party’s equipment specifications.

What’s important is the feeling in your hands.

The feeling he felt a little while ago when his fist collided with his magic sword.

‘You can bell.’

No matter how thick the opponent’s body is covered with metal.

No matter how precious and powerful a metal it was in the original world.

The sensation he felt in his hand gave Cleon the confidence that the being in front of him was something that could be cut down with a magic sword, a holy sword, and a famous sword.

＂Like this…＂

But is that Cleon’s illusion or conceit?

Otherwise, you won’t know if it’s something that can really be realized unless you watch the results until the end.

Old Burn, feeling the fighting spirit in the young man’s spirit, sighed and shook his head.

Back when he was still a sailor with black hair and skin tanned by the sun.

Did he have that same blood?

Let’s go.

When Old Burn squeezes his fingers, what comes from his fingers is the pleasant sound of winding up as the joints click together.

Listening to that sound, he could feel the sense that he was moving the gears of this huge world.

He says that he is not the ‘cogwheel’ itself, but the one who holds the spring.

Something like blood is a good thing.

In the end, what moves the world is ‘reason’ and ‘plan’ that rule it.

Emmett accepts the commands generated from Oldburn’s brain waves and applies them to the suit.

Then, the power source embedded in the chest began to emit intense light-

“Then, there is a need to teach young people lessons that will be engraved in their minds and bodies.

Old Burn lowered his fist and sent magical energy flowing throughout Emmett’s body.

＂Set: Boost Gear.＂

[SET.]

The sound of a motor running, something Cleon wasn’t used to.

At the same time, when you think of the light condensing in front of your eyes, you witness a flash of light running towards the blind spot of your gaze, creating an afterimage.

It would be most appropriate to describe it as ‘flying’ over the ground.

After drawing a long, outward course by kicking the ground just once.

＇Fast! With the hunter’s imprint – Wow…!

It was at that time that Cleon literally turned on the light in his eyes and tried to follow the running Old Burn with his eyes.

It’s Sasha’s ability that should have been noticed naturally under normal circumstances, but now it’s inside Tiamat.

Although there was a short break in the middle, Cleon’s magical power, which had been exhausted from repeated battles, had not yet returned to its original state.

Is it because I tried too hard to draw out the power of the engraving? The pain in my eyes and the feeling of exhaustion in my body.

Also, Cleon’s reaction speed is slow due to improper reinforcement,

Jumping over it, Oldburn rushed towards his side.

Poop!

When the sound rang out, Cleon’s body shook greatly.

＂Kuh…!＂

I somehow managed to increase my defense by covering my sides with my remaining magic power, but it was slightly not enough.

Although the opponent is said to be wearing armor, it is an attack using ‘fists’.

However, the shock felt in the area where the steel gauntlet rushed at him at incredible speed was on a par with being hit by a horse’s hind hoof.

Cleon bites his mouth tightly to catch the shock of the blow, which is too fast to evade and reverberates through his intestines.

＂Mr. Cleon!＂

Fleur’s voice heard from afar.

However, Cleon thought that he could endure the blood pouring out of his mouth at this level, so he grabbed the wrist of the Old Burn who attacked him and tried to prevent him from widening the distance again.

Even without the hunter’s imprint, as a result of observing his movements, the movement speed of the armor he wore was obtained by spraying magical sparks from his entire body.

However, the place where the magic sparks were sprayed was concentrated on his legs and back, so the ‘breakthrough power’ would be considerable.

It will not show the same amount of retreat power.

The moment when Cleon, who had thought it through in an instant, stretched out his hand and tried to drag Old Burn into close combat.

＂Release: Second Impact!＂

[RELEASE]

The moment when Oldburn’s voice mixed with mechanical sounds came out from the armor.

The sound of a motor running once again from the machine at the elbow of the arm that was stuck to Cleon’s side.

And, that moment when I heard the sound of something moving like a metal bar.

Thump!!

Cleon’s body flew into the distance.

A strong ‘second shock’ exploded from my side, and at the same time the pain was so intense that I almost lost my mind, and at the same time, a force that struck me so much that I couldn’t even fall properly.

[Coo, cushion!]

When Galatea, whom Cleon was holding in her hand, raised her voice like that, her magic flowed out from her and her Caliburn, wrapping additionally around Cleon’s back.

In addition to Cleon’s magic power, the magic power of the two swords was added.

Quang! While making a sound, the swordsman’s body hit the inner wall of Tiamat, which was made of living tissue, creating a large crater.

“That…! Mr. Cleon…!”

No matter how much the cushion was used to reduce the damage from the collision, it was obvious even without any explanation that Cleon had suffered massive internal injuries from what had just happened.

In fact, Cleon seemed to be in a groggy state for a moment, with his head down against the wall.

To say I was careless would be because the other person was outside the standard.

Because-

“You won’t be able to use your magic the way you want.”

Oldburn’s voice flew towards Cleon, who flew into the wall.

“Even in the original world, whether magical power was used made a big difference in power. That’s why Emmett has a unique ‘magic pressure’ that messes up the enemy’s magical energy and prevents him from forming spells properly. Your holy sword will also prevent you from using recovery techniques properly on that body.”

There was no such explanation in the lengthy description of the specifications earlier.

Magical power was also an important resource for the magic swordsman Cleon, and the disorganization of magic power and magic brought about trouble in his condition.

At least, if an object that Oldburn did not recognize as an enemy created a spell or provided magic power, it would be difficult for Cleon to heal his own body.

＂Kuh…＂

Cleon makes a difficult voice.

Will I be able to wake up soon? Maybe I won’t be able to wake up like this.

Such thoughts filled her head, and Fleur, who could not stand still, immediately tried to run to where he was lying.

＂No.＂

Good luck! And when the spark of magic generated from Oldburn’s armor runs across the ground.

In front of her, blue flames formed like a wall, blocking her direction and making Fleur hesitate.

＂…!＂

Naturally, Fleur had no choice but to stop in her tracks because of that, and Old Burn would talk to her.

“Sonny. It’s dangerous, so don’t come close. And what can you do when you go?”

Once again, Old Burn’s voice, mixed with mechanical sounds, rang out.

Perhaps because of that, Fleur felt that the voice sounded somewhat colder than the usual Old Burn.

“… No, I know.”

I muttered like that.

＂What?＂

And Old Burn will ask her granddaughter.

In response to his question, Fleur quietly continued her speech as if organizing her thoughts.

“The only one who can stop my grandfather right now is Cleon.”

“Yes. If you really want to stop my plan. You will have no choice but to physically stop me.”

No matter what kind of persuasion or words.

I will not stop myself.

Even if it was her beloved granddaughter who was speaking to her.

At the same time, Old Burn was moving closer to Cleon, who was pinned against the wall.

“… But I also have no intention of not doing anything.”

A problem big enough to embroil the world.

But the fundamental problem is family.

In response to such a problem, Cleon reached out to him without hesitation.

From the time I first met him at Eratus’ mansion.

Even when I was hanging out in a tent in the wilderness.

He thought that leaving everything to him was definitely ‘wrong’.

In the end, when he faced the most important problem, it was Cleon who confronted the Old Burn.

Even if that were the case…!

“I, too, have to throw myself to stop my grandfather…!”

Next moment.

Fleur closed her eyes and placed her hand on her stomach.

Then, a soft light will flow from underneath it and cause a magical reaction.

“That…? Fleur, when did you get that tattoo? I didn’t even say a word to this girl…!”

Oldburn was embarrassed when he saw Fleur’s pattern, so it took him a while to figure out its identity.

[Warning. The life and magic signals of the observation target are rapidly weakening.]

“What…? –No way!”

Because of the shock of the information I received with my eyes, it took some time to understand ‘what’ Fleur had done.

At the same time that Old Burn couldn’t get his worries about Fleur out of his head, he turned his head towards the wall where Cleon had been lying down a moment ago.

And at the same time.

Puzzle!

Black lightning exploded and arrived right in front of Oldburn.

Boom!

When Old Burn’s fist filled with magic is swung as if striking his lightning, the magic scatters in the air.

Whisk!

＂Pfft!＂

Quad deuk! And I heard the sound of something breaking.

That is the sound of Old Burn’s armor cracking and wounds forming on the joints.

The black lightning seemed to be meant to steal attention.

What flew towards his body was one of the rare metals that was considered the same as the rare metal that surrounded his body.

It was a dark red sword made of adamantite.

It was caught and swung by Cleon, who was rapidly approaching.

Oldburn had to sacrifice one of his arms to prevent the sword from hitting the vital spot.

＂…＂

Cleon had a complex expression, but he pushed Oldburn forward with a face that never lost his fighting spirit.

And Oldburn, in his not easily organized mind, the words that came out-

He left it to his emotions and put his own conclusions into words.

＂Is that so, is that so… Indeed. If you say our granddaughter is not a deviant… Then that must be your work.”

Of course, what he was pointing to was the identity of the pattern engraved on Fleur’s stomach.

It was the ‘imprint of domination’.

Fleur listened to Oldburn’s explanation and understood.

The target of Oldburn’s hostility was, after all, ‘Cleon’ himself.

He would not have acknowledged himself as an ‘enemy’ yet.

In other words, not only his magical power but also his life force flowed into the passage with Cleon that was connected to him due to the imprint of domination.

Of course, Fleur, whose physical strength and magical power were at the level of an ordinary person, would have been bound to faint from exhaustion quickly.

Nevertheless, two elements from each person were received.

It was more than enough to allow Cleon to move again.

‘Thank you, Fleur. But…’

Before his eyes, Cleon felt the magical pressure flowing from Oldburn’s full armor becoming stronger.

I guess he is like that too.

This means that the imprint of Cleon’s domination is engraved on Fleur.

Because it also meant that there was a ‘relationship’ between the two people.

[Warning. Warning. Blood pressure levels are showing abnormal values.]

The anger was so strong that Emmett sensed Oldburn’s brain waves and sent a warning.

“How dare you take my granddaughter!!!!”

The moment when Old Burn raised his voice so loudly with emotion.

The flames exploding from his body even attacked Cleon, who was pushing his arm with his sword.

‘I didn’t plan for the enemy to become even more angry…!’

While Cleon was thinking this as he looked at Old Burn, he calmly responded to the intense flames that obscured his eyes.