Chapter 355 – Self Sacrifice

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Cleon, who had been walking endlessly through Illennu’s image world, stopped his feet for a moment and looked around.

I already knew from Dyurahan that the flow of time outside and inside is different, but I’ve been walking for over ten minutes since I came inside…

The location of Illenu’s soul, she said, is nowhere to be seen, and there is no sign of reaching it.

The sound of a battle going on somewhere resounded in the cavity, but I was sure of the direction where the mana flowed or exploded.

No matter how far I moved, it seemed to keep hovering in the same place.

As for the cause… After all, Cleon himself must have been nothing more than a foreign substance inside Illenu.

Deep in the heart, a place deeper than the part where you keep emotions you don’t want anyone to know.

The depth of consciousness that even he did not realize is where Illennu’s spirit exists that Cleon must reach.

The personality of the goddess that floated on the surface was, to the last, the persona that her body her, her ego her, created and covered in order to maintain the realm.

She is completely emotionless, treats others with restrained emotions, and shows interest and interest only in those related to the well-being of the realm.

However, that was not Illenus original personality.

The real Illenu, her self her, spends over hundreds of years in the dark and deep mind, only to watch what her surfaced personality her does.

——Even though Dyurahan told me about it.

She had spent time with everyone else, carrying all of her memories of her as Wilhelmina and as Solina at the same time.

In the meantime, how could she free Illenu? She had been studying the same thing over and over again.

One of them is to awaken the real Illenu, who is hidden under the mask of the goddess of death.

And, she was convinced that the surest way was to extinguish the power of the other vampires within her.

The past that Cleon came to know in the fantasy shown by the skeleton swordsman.

With that in mind, there was no problem in trusting Wilhelmina.

And about how she met him and created this opportunity.

If you have a problem…

The fact that the Cleon here was not the Cleon that Illenu knew.

Although they have the same face, the same name, and a similar track record.

Like the Lich Lila and the Death Knight Beatrix, Cleon’s contact with Illenu in this world ended on that day after he hunted the vampire.

Instead, the one who met Quon and Alvein, and regained the bond with Luti, is standing here.

It is different from Cleon, who continued his adventures with Illenu, cared for each other, and soon became a lover.

Could such a self reach the deepest part of Illenu’s heart her?

Perhaps, even Illenu himself, who was watching the situation from inside the goddess of death, knew about it.

Alas, this man in front of me is Cleon, but he is not his own Cleon his.

So, don’t come closer. With dirt feet, don’t walk into your heart.

Deny, reject, stay away.

Cleon suddenly looked down at his feet from her.

Bloodstained and entangled, a bloody bloodshed that lasted forever.

The floor, he thought, was calmly carrying the vibrations of battle to its surface, creating ripples whenever he walked.

Even when Cleon had stopped walking, little by little, he was pushing in the opposite direction to the direction Cleon was moving.

‘Ah. So, there is no way to reach it.’

Cleon scratched his head as he clicked his tongue at his insensitivity to her.

Illenu’s heart her rejecting Cleon, the trespasser who entered inside of her, was rejecting Cleon approaching her.

Even if he is on the verge of extinction, he will not accept help from anyone other than a precious person.

Even in this situation, he is stubborn.

Cleon, unknowingly, feels annoyed at Illenu’s behavior in her.

Everyone in her is doing everything in her her power her to save her, but she pushes away as if it’s her meddling her.

Maybe- she might have a way to solve everything by sacrificing herself, Dullahan said.

But that can’t be the ending everyone wants.

At least Cleon didn’t want that.

So, she casts a flight spell on her own body her and let her rise into the air.

No, it’s not exactly like ‘flight magic’.

This space is an image space in which no real physical laws exist.

By expressing the will to fly, it becomes possible.

Nevertheless, by adding a kind of formal beauty called magic, the will takes a more certain form.

As Cleon’s body her rises into the air as if freed from her non-existent gravity her-

At that moment, the liquids on the surface that were gently pushing him reacted violently this time, and the tentacles of the liquid rushed towards him as if trying to grab Cleon’s limbs.

“Kuh…! Do you want to go that far…! That idiot!”

Towards Illenu, Cleon spurs on the speed of his flight her as he vents out the resentment he has accumulated in his heart her.

The chasing intruders fly not only from the ground, but also from beyond the invisible air, but as I said, this is the inside of the imaginary space.

In other words, it was a world like Illenu’s dream.

Cleon firmly clenched both of his hands, bringing the images in his mind into reality.

What is so far removed from reality cannot take shape, even in the mind.

So, what he needs most right now.

A weapon to break through obstacles and advance.

In one hand, an old red sword.

In the other hand, a beautiful black longsword.

Master’s sword and magic sword. Even if, as always, the soul of the partner watching over him is not dwelling there.

This length, this weight, is what Cleon is most familiar with.

It had only been a few days since I had been away from the two swords.

Even so, he went through so many tough fights in a short amount of time, and as soon as he grabbed the sword, he felt a surge of strength along with nostalgic feelings.

“…Galatea.”

Even if I call his name her, no answer comes back. It knows itself well.

But-

That power was strongly and surely imprinted inside Cleon.

Cleon landed his body on the ground, wrapped himself in magical energy, and ran forward at full speed.

He continued to parry the attacks pouring down on him with his two-handed sword, and dropped them.

It was different from before, when he was just walking, and he could clearly sense that he was getting closer to Illenu.

‘A little more, faster…!’

As Cleon increases his speed his, the number and speed of the attacks on him increase as well.

The intensity was incomparable to the first.

“Illenu…! Even if you don’t like it… I’ll get you out of here…!”

Every time the sword and attack collided, sparks flew and exploded in a dizzying way in front of my eyes.

If you lose your guard even for a moment, or lose your momentum, there will be huge holes all over your body on the spot.

It’s enough to make a hole in reality.

I feel the blade grazing my cheek and the blood gushing out.

I didn’t feel any pain.

He had no time to be bothered with such trifles.

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The goddess of death slowly opened her eyes as she lay on the bloodstained floor.

The surroundings were still engaged in a battle between the souls of the vampires they had absorbed, but the number seemed to have decreased considerably.

The first thing she noticed was her personality, which she also looked like herself.

A method of fighting with a thin rapier, maintaining a delicate distance from the enemy, avoiding attacks through steps and inflicting fatal wounds.

In her dim memories of her, she recalls, albeit slightly, that she had fought that way before.

And, if there is another person who stands out, he is a man who holds the same rapier and overwhelms the personalities around him.

As soon as I see her, I feel bad enough to make her feel nauseous, but that power is also overwhelmed just by looking at it.

There’s no doubt that it’s the same rapier, but it’s used like a baton, and when the rapier is swung, it leaves a bloody ripple on its trajectory.

The wave stays in the air, and when he snaps his fingers, it gains momentum and flies away, becoming a slashing blow that cuts the opponent while the opponent can’t look away.

Not only that, he grabbed the opponent with only physical strength, lifted him up, and broke his neck with one hand.

He filled his fist with magic power and struck the opponent’s abdomen.

As it is, it fires magic bullets at close range many times as bullets, turning its body into a honeycomb.

Every time it is regenerated, over and over again over and over again.

The personality of a vampire who loses so much magical power in an instant loses fighting spirit and just disappears into a puddle of blood.

If that happens, that personality will no longer be resurrected and will be eliminated from the scramble for this body.

The number continues to decrease, until eventually only one remains.

When that time comes, the goddess must hand over that body.

No, the moment that time arrived, her ego and personality would all disappear, and she would become her empty shell her.

In this, she herself can’t do anything.

The source of her powers all escaped and created this space, and the power they use is their own magical power her.

She is a goddess who can only stand by her side of her, and that is why she does not give any vampires any glances or attacks.

At that time, when nothing unusual happened, a white-haired female vampire with the appearance of a goddess bent her head and looked in a certain direction, showing a different reaction than before.

‘What…?’

——Beyond that, the goddess also sensed that something was draining her mana her.

However, just as she was letting it go, thinking that it was none of her business her, she reacted like that …

Soon, he turned his back on the enemy in front of him and started running in that direction.

Her goddess looked at the figure of her, then she carefully raised her hand to her own face her.

Then, out of her two eyes her, the prosthetic one was taken out and sent to chase after the vampire who ran away.

The purple jewel flies through the air as if it had wings and follows her.

And—

‘…!’

And what he encountered there was the figure of her clashing swords with a jet-black swordsman.

Holding a beautiful sword in each hand, he runs on the ground as if dancing, avoiding the woman’s sword her and at the same time slashing away the blades flying at him.

His face his was frowning, but even so, as if he had plenty of room for the fight itself, he swung his sword fiercely without even giving him a chance to breathe.

‘That’s… That magic swordsman… Why, here…?’

The magic swordsman he brought and treated could be said to be the beginning of this whole series of events.

Why does he, who is not even a vampire who makes up himself, exist here?

That it wasn’t an illusion was something I could tell from the presence I felt from him.

“Illenu…!”

And, at the name that came out of his mouth her, the goddess felt her heart her skip a beat.

Alas, that name. Is a part of oneself

It is the name of her ‘her she’ that occupies the largest part of herself.

However, she is not ‘her’.

Her outward appearance her is just like her her, and the sword she originally wields is also her her sword her.

However, the Goddess of Death is an existence created by the mixture of numerous vampires centered on ‘her she’.

The goddess noticed at that point, that what he was trying to save was her, ‘Illenu’.

Her face was covered in black holes, though she wielded a sword with Cleon without emotion or ego.

Her death goddess was known because she was most strongly connected with her.

‘Why does she, she pretends to have lost everything?’

She is the nucleus of the goddess.

It is a resident of deep consciousness that has sealed away memories that should be forgotten.

Unlike other vampires, she probably remembers everything with ‘him’ whom she hates as much as she does.

Even so, putting on a mask like that and pretending to be like other vampires.

It’s like you’re trying to throw yourself away.

——To throw away oneself.

There, the goddess finds her answers to her own questions about her.

She had no intention of surviving that melee from the start.

Even so, she probably had no intention of losing.

Her goal Her is “Him”, The most threatening being.

It will perish at the same time as her father her.

If all the souls disappear at the same time, the existence that can occupy the body disappears.

Naturally, the goddess disappears, and the threat of ‘him’ also disappears.

Only power will remain in the realm, and the realm will be maintained by selecting the next being to retain it.

‘…Is it salvation through sacrifice?’

It is not such a strange idea to give up something in order to gain something else.

Because it was also in line with what the goddess had been doing to protect this realm.

But – she knew it instinctively.

At the very least, the fact that the man fighting right in front of him [Stupid Cleon] Would absolutely not accept that.

The goddess had no intention of cheering or supporting anyone.

However, the deepest part of her is connected to ‘her her’.

‘…Cleon-‘

When I call his name her in my heart, I feel relieved for some reason.

‘If it’s you, an ending for everyone…’

After whispering like that with a small wish.

It was to watch the battle between the two.