Chapter 189 – Impermanent Extinction

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The sharp sound of metal slashing the air echoed through the room.

Like starlight falling from the sky, the two swords moving at high speed collide, sparks fly away, and repeat.

Although they were in a dark space where no light could come in, they could see each other clearly, and a torrent of black magic raged after each spark.

Galatea weighs less than the massive greatsword wielded by the enemy, but makes up for the lack of mass with Cleon’s black magic.

However, it was like walking a tightrope risking his life even for Cleon.

If the speed at which Cleon’s black magic collides is even a little slow, he will be overwhelmed by the mass of the great sword, and Cleon’s posture will collapse.

Conversely, if you pour in the dark magic faster than the exact timing, the black magic will be scattered before the timing to repel the greatsword.

10 to the minus 18th power. In other words, that moment called an instant. If you don’t do your best at the moment when the opponent’s sword and your own sword collide, the next moment it will be a piece of meat on the ground.

If so, avoid it. You don’t have to forcefully hit the opponent’s sword, you just need to dodge it. Just like in the fight with Ain who wielded a similar sword.

Thoroughly evading an attack that could not be blocked or an attack that should not be blocked was a wise, experienced, and correct way to fight.

However, Cleon knew. This is not a simple sword play.

Subconsciously or inevitably, he felt that stepping back from the ‘match’ was a denial of his convictions.

The opponent is not an enemy with a physical form.

Although his appearance is in the form of the demonic sword emperor-Cain, this was not himself, but an existence that borrowed his form his, which was a vague illusion.

It mixes with his memories and the control personality implanted inside the reincarnation factor to reorient the reincarnated person to counter Adam more effectively.

He was trying to kill Cleon’s ego and claim his body.

So what you see isn’t everything, Cleon instinctively noticed.

Every single stroke of the sword he wields is a deterrent to urge and compel Cleon to fulfill his destiny and mission his.

Therefore, it is unavoidable. The guy’s sword.

Even if you roll your body, twist your back, and twist your neck. His sword His was swung straight toward Cleon.

If you move your foot wrong in the storm of swords that rage as if it has a guidance function, you will be immediately caught up in it and torn to shreds.

That’s why I accept it with all my might. Acknowledge your own existence.

It’s not about being someone’s substitute, or succeeding him, but the sword shows the ‘road’ that the magic swordsman named ‘Cleon’ has decided to walk.

When those thoughts moved my body, my breathing was surprisingly steady and my body was light.

The heart beats and the concentration of dark magic that surrounds the whole body increases.

[Such an old man… Let’s get rid of it quickly and go back… !]

When Galatea shouted that, Cleon nodded his head.

Of course, in order to win, I had to attack from this side, push his sword away, and then stop breathing.

However, his sword accurately blocked Cleon’s sword to the extent that it seemed that it had an induction function, and immediately drew a clear trajectory to kill the opponent.

All types of swordsmanship. It was like the sword he used in Cain’s memory, which he experienced as a fantasy.

Throughout his life his, his swordsmanship that only Lesia could destroy.

The Empire’s strongest swordsman. A black beast that swallows the world with its sword.

But – not undefeated. Because he was defeated, the world exists today.

So there must be a weakness there.

The reason why the reincarnation factor borrowed his appearance was because he was the strongest among all the reincarnations he had ever been to.

With that thought in mind, I watched his movements amidst the clash of swords, not knowing how many times it might already be.

The habits of the body that remained before the sword was swung, the movement of the gaze, the step, and the trajectory of the arm.

Even though I couldn’t see changes in my breathing or pulse, or even the expansion and contraction of my muscles because I was wearing armor all over my body.

Whether the next attack is for the body, the head, or even a feint.

It was necessary to read it and wield Galatea in response.

I thought I had enough time.

This space, so to speak, was like the inside of Cleon’s head and soul.

The concept of time is ambiguous, maybe even this moment when he peeks into Cain’s memories and swings his sword like this.

In reality, the time that is shorter than the ‘moment’ of the moment when swords collide with swords that one should see.

It may be only ‘clean’, one in 10 years.

Suddenly – Cleon laughed out loud after thinking about it.

[Are you laughing now?]

“…No. How can I say it. Do you think you’re thinking inside your thoughts- just because there are all stars. Is it the same as dreaming within a dream?”

Hearing Cleon’s nonsense, Galatea stopped responding for a moment as if she was dumbfounded.

Soon, without paying attention to Cleon and Galatea’s situation her, Galatea barely succeeds in deflecting the opponent by moving as if moving Cleon’s arm on the trajectory of the enemy swinging his sword.

[…

When Cleon shuts up as he sees sparks fly right in front of him, Galatea, who protects him, expresses his unspoken dissatisfaction her.

However, pushing myself to deal with such an unpredictable, otherwise impossible situation only reduced my flexibility of thinking.

If you have to think, if you have to prove. I will do it until When I think about it, for some reason, my heart feels a little lighter.

“Don’t worry, I know I need to focus. But, a guy who looks just like me from the past, who claims to be me from the past, is trying to kill me. Even Lecia-“

Having said that, Cleon’s mouth was quietly closed.

Come to think of it. He had heard a similar story before.

`Annoying man. It reminds me of the cave of illusions I entered with Lesia before.`

`I’ve heard of it. Did you fight your own illusion?`

‘Yes, after several hours, when the match was not decided, Lesia used the power of her holy sword at full output and destroyed the entire cave.’

“-Foot…Haha!! Ahahahaha!”

When Cleon suddenly burst into laughter, the illusion of the previous life that swung the sword at him and Galatea in Cleon’s hand stopped on the spot.

The factor that pushed Cleon with a mechanical accident was Cleon’s sudden eccentricity beyond the scope of prediction.

Leaving Galatea alone who was worried that the opponent’s attack might have hit her head during the fight, Cleon held one of his hands her.

[…Do you really know? Cleon.]

“Ah. Of course. Really, the lessons learned from the past cannot be ignored.”

[…?]

Galatea reacted as if she did not know why Cleon said, but in contrast, the vision of the previous life she gripped the sword again and glared at Cleon.

If Cleon received such a gaze, he would not lose, so he looked straight at the illusion.

“You are an illusion created by my memories. You are a part of me. But you may not know what I think. Even if you knew, you would not understand.”

“…”

“It’s because I’m different from that guy. Unlike that guy who cut off all ties with him or consumed them, and used loneliness itself as his strength his…!”

In the next moment, Cleon unleashes the armor of dark magic covering his whole body.

This not only had the effect of simply increasing the defense power, but also had the effect of being able to draw out the dark magic at a more precise timing when desired by wrapping the whole body with ready-to-use black magic in advance.

So, it could be said that it was a kind of skill that was indispensable in this fight.

[What-]

And, the released black magic flows into Galatea through Cleon’s hand her.

“I’m sorry for imitating the holy sword, but… I think this is the surest way to get rid of him and get out of here.”

[…I’m serious? Certainly, it might be possible if I put all the magic I have now… This is the space inside of you. It’s natural to fill that space with dark magic and blow it away, but it puts a strain on your soul.]

Hearing Galatea’s worried voice, Cleon firmly gripped the handle and straightened up.

That stance was not the Talcheck swordsmanship he used to use, but in a vague memory—

No, it was the posture of the beautiful warrior’s sword that he saw right before he died, facing her and her sword.

Ironically, the source of that swordsmanship was an arrangement of imperial swordsmanship, a sub-type swordsmanship of a certain provincial commander who had left the empire.

Guided by her fate her, what taught her the art of the sword brought an end to her empire and its ruthless emperor.

“Your boy…”

Seeing Cleon’s pose, the illusion frowned. I don’t know if that’s because the original owner’s feelings were revealed through the illusion.

It was clear enough that he had touched his heart her.

Seeing this, Cleon laughed spontaneously.

“It looks like Lesia really hates it. The reincarnation factor.”

[Yeah, if it wasn’t for her, Cain might have gotten rid of her Adam her and took the seat of her throne her … At that time, his providence spread all over the world, and it would have become a terrible world where all humans must live in solitude.]

The next moment, the body of the illusion momentarily blurred, and at the same time appeared right above Cleon.

The terrifyingly heavy sword strike from the head towards the ground. If this was received from the front, Cleon’s original body would be split in two on the spot.

However-

To the extent that it is close to the limit, all of myself—

Galatea became as heavy as it gets heavier with not only dark magic, but also vitality, faith, and heart.

An unreasonable ‘light sword’ that is wielded with a mission, fate, or made-up significance is absolutely impenetrable.

Kagagakak!!! There was no loud noise ringing in the same ears.

Silently, when Cleon held Galatea on the path of the sword, a vortex of magical power so violent that it swallowed all sound would arise.

The tension of the power created by the whirlpool stopped the great sword of the Demon Sword Emperor in its place.

“I’ll never let that happen… Let’s go, Galatea.”

[——Okay.]

All of Cleon’s magical power flows toward Galatea’s blade her.

Her infusion of black magic changes the shape of her voice, her Galatea, and creates her new`spells’ from her her.

Among the numerous magic swordsmen and warriors, one of the stages reached when the bond with the sword reaches complete union.

Under a special condition called the inside of his own soul, Cleon sets his foot on a part of that realm.

Mana Control Institution, limit limited release.
[The starlight in the blue sky cannot tell its beginning and end]

The whirling black magic increased in size and dyed Galate’s entire sword body.

Set up the output part – perform the process before starting compression.
[The rising moon does not know where its light comes from.]

The dark magic, which swelled up and began to possess physical power, gradually began to push away the enemy’s greatsword and swallowed the surrounding materials.

Check target’s overheating – ignore abnormality and continue command
[The beauty of everything out of reach comes from not knowing the truth]

The sword body is dyed black and jet-black, and the extreme magic power stops expanding and begins to conversely compress.

Complete the entire process – destroy the user’s protection coordination for complete destruction of the target
[Then what the ignorant wu-tzu can see is the most beautiful scenery.]

For just one stroke, the heartbeats of Galatea and Cleon were completely unified by repeating accumulation and compression.

Spell composition complete. Be manifested here, the blade of the dark horse.
[Dye it, dye it, dye it number 22 and return to nothing]

Perhaps the illusion of the previous life felt a sense of crisis at the unusual phenomenon, and felt a fragment of panic and fear that it was not supposed to have in the original, and tried to take a step back.

However-

〈 Galatea 〉
[Permanent extinction – Arvata Astra]

Awesome!

If the compressed black magic is released at once, a huge blade that seems to be able to cut through anything spreads around Galatea’s blade.

In the previous duel with Alvein.

In order to defeat the Humbaba group in the gap of the other dimension.

It was a huge yet overwhelming manifestation of destruction that boasted an output that was incomparable to that of the blades created at that time.

The illusion of the previous life, he could not feel that his body had been cut.

Because what Cleon’s sword cut was not only himself, but this world itself.

“Achieving… The mission… The meaning of existence…”

“…The meaning of my existence, my mission. My conviction. Disappear. The specter of the past.”

When Cleon’s voice resounds in the tilting world.

The landscape of the space filled with darkness is scattered into the air as if a piece of glass is being shattered.

[Cleon!]

Clearly, Cleon, who had drained his dark magic to destroy himself, was about to collapse on the spot.

He could feel the bare floor tempting him. Perhaps, the leisurely endless fall forever.

How comfortable and pleasant it would be to lie down here right now.

When I tried to think so-

He saw his arms lifted her and stopped as if caught in the air.

When Cleon lifts his head slowly and hard-

There, they saw the hands of people appearing out of thin air holding their own.

Those hands were hands he had seen before.

A hand with an engraving, a hand that is small but does its best, a hand with calluses to hold a sword, staff, or pen.

And-

[Hey, is that guy’s sword better than mine?]

“…Under.”

The hand that held her hand the most firmly, with a voice that sounded like a complaint.

Cleon put the other hand on that hand and stood up.

To crawl out once again from the endless pit into which you are dragging yourself heavily.

If you reach out your hand – surely, holding that hand –

Because there was an undying light of fate.