Chapter 364 – Capturing

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Squeezing out the last remaining strength, the deadly female male and female attacked aiming for a ‘situation in which they had no choice but to be vigilant’.

In order to hide the signs of the attack, he pulls out a thorn stuck in his left arm and engraves his magic on it.

And for just one moment, Alessios let go of his defenses and stepped forward to target Illenu.

That became the last move to finish off Alexios, the way his body was being disintegrated by Illenu.

As Cleon put it in his eyes, he felt the consciousness slowly fading.

That attack just now was truly a blow that contained everything that remained until the very end.

Blood was constantly flowing from the wound.

And, almost no magic power left.

It always happens like this in a fight against a strong enemy. Even the wandering thoughts about it will disappear.

Even as Cleon, fighting to the death risking his life is a common occurrence.

If I could always have an easy fight, a leisurely fight, there wouldn’t be a problem.

Reality is not so easy, is it being played by fate, or is he inviting such enemies?

He had fought a considerable number of times, overcoming death.

Just because he’s Cleon, he doesn’t always fight like that because he wants to die.

No, there were more cases where I had to pour everything in order to live.

The fact that he was able to survive so far was due to the strength of his comrades, and it could be said that Cleon was lucky.

However, it is not always possible to avoid the death that comes like that and move on.

And Cleon, thinking that his luck had run out.

He felt that his consciousness, sinking deeply and heavily, drifted somewhere.

Be waiting for himself, to meet once again with his colleagues his.

When he floundered in that swamp and tried to somehow get out of the water.

Is it an illusion that comes from a confused mind?

The light seen through his closed eyelids seemed to indicate the direction he should go, so Cleon struggled towards it.

Chin, choking breath.

If he can’t breathe, he thinks he has nothing but to die, and he shakes off the hands that hold his ankles.

If the owner of the hands said that he had seen them as belonging to the enemies he had slashed, surely it would be an illusion.

He reminded himself that Cleon had never had enemies who felt guilty for cutting them down.

Only then, as his legs and body his felt lighter, Cleon was able to pull his body out of the swamp.

“Puha…!”

As his breath returned, Cleon involuntarily made that sound.

Feeling grateful that his voice still came out, he raised his head and tried to check Illenu’s condition her.

What Cleon saw was not the bloody space he had been with Illenu.

He, barely out of the water—even though he had regained his breath, he involuntarily swallowed, overwhelmed by the whole sight before him.

Ten thousand night sky.

He looked back to where he had been, and, on his knees, with his hands on the ground, with his head raised.

Even though there was no ceiling and there was no floor, Cleon was able to distinguish between up and down, and was able to stay in place without falling.

Front and rear. Even if you look around in every direction you can see, all you can see is a black space that extends endlessly.

And the white and yellow lights and halos that embroider it.

It was the light of the stars.

It was a beautiful light no different from the twinkling stars across the sky.

In that majestic space, Cleon finally feels the illusion that he died and fell into the underworld.

However, this place was too good for Cleon to be called hell.

Cleon himself, apparently because he thought he would fall into hell when he died.

If he’s not in hell, he’s still alive.

Cleon had no way of knowing why he was here, or what he was like now.

When I came to my senses, I was here, and all the wounds on my body were completely healed.

So- Cleon decided to judge this as something like a ‘skeleton’ that people see right before they die.

Thinking that this space is the space where the night sky appeared when Cleon looked up from the bottom of the valley where the wyvern flew.

If so, what will be the next memory- the next unforgettable memory?

While thinking about that, I was about to get up for a moment-

“Ugh!?”

He now falls infinitely downward as his feet pass through the space where he could have touched and supported his body his.

It was a strange thing to be able to fall even when gravity didn’t exist.

It was as if he consciously felt that he was falling, and his body followed him.

The body followed the soul, not the soul following the body.

How many seconds did it fall like that?

Fortunately, Cleon’s body his barely stopped when he felt it hit something.

Whether you look up or look down.

There is no distinction between ceiling and floor.

It just automatically stopped after falling for a while.

Should I call it land?

It didn’t hurt that much even when I hit the head first with the space to support my body.

No, on the contrary, I was embarrassed because I didn’t feel any sensation.

This time, being careful not to lose his balance, he gets to his feet.

Fortunately, this time, I was able to get up on the spot without the floor collapsing again.

Now, then, what we need to check is to get out of this space and go back to Illenu-

Or, more outside. Or go back to the original – Cathedral of the Goddess of Death.

We’ll have to find a way to achieve that.

No matter how much you like the scenery around you, it can’t be forever.

If you look around again…

Why had I not noticed until now?

While emitting such a strong light, it existed behind me.

Cleon’s eyes widened once again.

Standing proudly in that space – and quietly.

It was a huge egg.

Obviously, there must have been other ways of expressing it.

Orb-shaped structures, gold, jewels, or statues of gods?

It was placed on a petal-shaped pedestal with a huge and ornate carving that gave off a feeling of something holy.

It was a huge elliptical sphere. It is said that dragons lay eggs, so if they lay eggs that fit their size, it would be like this.

The golden structure was taller than Cleon’s height, and even if Cleon spread his arms, he couldn’t embrace it all.

However, Cleon approached as if possessed by something, towards the structure that was emitting a soft light and shimmering little by little.

I thought I heard a heartbeat from somewhere.

As he looked at the structure, his chest jumped, so he wondered if it was his own heartbeat his.

The closer you get to the structure, the clearer the heartbeat becomes, even more certain that it is not coming from your own chest.

Then there is only one place where the heart can sound.

Cleon slowly approached the golden structure and raised his hand.

─Thumping… Throbbing…

Certainly, the touch of it, which he thought would be cold because it was metal, felt warm instead of Cleon’s thoughts of his.

Besides, I felt something pulsing as if I was really alive.

With each pulse of the pulse in Cleon’s hand, Cleon sensed something was inside the structure.

That it was in the form of a human, that it was hardened like an insect trapped inside amber.

It crouched down, hands together, head bent to the knees.

He was holding his breath as if praying quietly inside the sphere, as if there was another egg inside the egg.

It was a girl.

Pale skin, black hair.

Her eyes were closed, but Cleon could see that they were black.

She is from the same dark horse clan as herself.

And- that face-

I saw it in the records Lesia left behind, and it resembled the devil Lilim.

The girl who was also seen in the video record of Tris Megistos that Mercury showed at the laboratory.

“——Release.”

When I called her name her, I felt the golden egg pulsate loudly.

Cleon, she thinks she called her name her correctly.

She realizes that this construct is not what sealed her away—it was created to protect her.

This place, too, is somewhere in the gap of another dimension.

No matter how strong she is in resisting the magical power of the rift of another dimension, as Triss said, she will inevitably suffer erosion if she continues to live in it.

However, this structure itself was a powerful – an aggregate of divine magic.

Just as vampires create substances with blood and magic, someone created this using divine magic.

If you can build such a gigantic, perfect structure of divine magic—

The candidates for those who can do that are very narrow.

A clergyman with the Holy Magic of the Pope class.

A legendary warrior with a powerful holy sword.

And, another one.

No, can she put her unit of ‘myeong’ on her?

A unique existence that can be said to be an incarnation of divine magic power itself.

Star will. It is an existence called the throne master.

If she does, why would she, Lilith?

She doesn’t give a single human more attention than she needs, or do anything special for anyone.

Possibility to think –

Keeping Lilith protected in it was not the purpose itself.

This measure itself was a ‘means’ for something.

But anyway, that wasn’t what was important to Cleon now.

‘Lilith… If it’s her, where Lesia is now. She might even know the answer.’

She was said to be Lesia’s daughter.

Even though Lesia should have had neither a husband nor a lover, she had a daughter named She.

Tris Megistus had spoken.

Lilith is Lesia’s daughter from the future.

And the two of them separated from Tris and disappeared into the dimensional rift together.

‘If it wasn’t the throne master who created this structure, then Lesia-‘

While Cleon thought so, this time he raised both hands towards ‘Al’.

At the heartbeat that felt even louder, Cleon closed his eyes for a moment and thought.

‘Is it possible to interfere with this structure? To me now.’

Earlier, when I crashed to the ground and fell to the ground, I didn’t feel any pain.

There is now the sound and sensation of a heartbeat in the structure, but that was all.

Where everything else is unclear.

No matter how much I thought about it, in order to control this egg, it was necessary to use magic power.

So, if you take a deep breath and try to raise your mana—

Cleon could feel that his insides were empty.

It was as if all the water had been poured into it and it had become a cup with only water droplets left inside.

‘Or, it might just be the water I poured out.’

The thought that the Cleon here now may not be on the side of the ‘cup’, but the water that has been poured out of the cup.

In a state where both the soul and mana were exhausted, Cleon’s consciousness and ego.

It may have come out along with it.

Cleon let out a sigh as he thought so, and the next moment he tried to end contact with the egg.

Thinking that there was a metallic sound, Cleon quickly rolled his body.

Then, he looked at the golden sword that was swung behind him and stopped exactly a few centimeters in front of the structure.

The blade of the sword was divided into seven branches.

The moment he saw the sword, Cleon’s heart skipped a beat.

A sword that shines brightly like the sun.

It’s too beautiful to be called a sword.

And- overflowing divine magic.

It was the same as it was when I saw it through the eyes of a child.

“Kaladbolg-“

Holy Sword of Light.

Of all the holy swords that Cleon had seen so far, it fits the meaning of that holy sword the most.

It is a sword that boasts absolute power.

And, only one person could wield that sword.

Cleon staggered, got up from his seat and looked at the master who swung the sword.

Wearing full body armor that shines in gold.

On the back, the wings made of light clusters were shining translucently.

And, in his hand, he was holding the holy sword Cala de Bolg.

As for the face, it was wearing a full-face helmet with no sense of emotion.

He was quietly looking at Cleon.

“—Le, Shia.”

Cleon was embarrassed and couldn’t properly call her name her.

Her throat was choked, so she could only grope.

However, is that voice heard by the other person or not?

She silently looked at Cleon, grabbed her holy sword with both hands, and stood up again.

“Sleep… Lesia! Listen! It’s me, Cleon-“

Cleon said that, but she soon realized why her own voice her could n’t reach her now.

She is the antagonist

That too, being chosen by the throne lord, Nemea, can eliminate everything that threatens Nemea’s existence her.

Catastrophe of salvation.

Golden comet.

Cleon bit her teeth hard enough to make a crunching sound from her mouth her and squeezed her hand her.

If she could bleed, maybe her hands would bleed too.

“Lesia…!”

Then, his body is dragged down by something.

That feeling this time was different from the unpleasant hand that had pulled him down the swamp of death.

Somewhere, even a warm feeling was felt.

‘…Illenu?’

Realizing that the touch belonged to Illenu, Cleon quickly looked around him, realizing that Illenus was trying to summon his soul her back.

The surrounding sight is still a beautiful night sky.

And inside it was a huge structure with Lilith inside, and a golden hero standing there to protect it.

“Lesia!”

Cleon called her name her once again.

“…It took me a long time… Really. But I found out where you are…!”

Then he stretches out his hand as if to grab Lesia, but he still can’t reach her.

“If it’s impossible now… I’ll definitely… I’ll definitely come to rescue Lesia…! Just like you asked for at that time…!”

And, both his consciousness and body his fall at his feet his at the same time.

In an instant, it was swallowed up by the darkness.

Lecia looked at Cleon for a while and then made the Cala De Bolg disappear from her hand her.

She silently peered down at her, then moved to the front of the structure containing her own daughter.

As if communicating with her daughter, touch the forehead of the helmet worn over

Quietly. It was just to let the remaining time of the two of them pass by in the space where Cleon disappeared.