Chapter 870 – Battle of Vajra -23-

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Severing the magical connection between the holy sword and the power of the fortress, and Cleon’s continued provocation.

Although the Holy Swordsman lost his pace due to the unexpected situation that followed, the battle between the two was so close that Cleon could barely be said to be on equal footing.

Cleon swings his sword.

Every time the heavy sword was swung with a bloody sound, the sound of the floor being scraped penetrated his ears and made him frown.

Prosecutor Seong avoids the sword.

Kaang! That’s not even a sound, coo! As the shock spread, the leg that had avoided Cleon’s sword was slightly shaken, but he calmly moved his steps, crawled into Cleon’s arms, and stabbed Vajra.

Cleon blocks the sword.

Naturally, Galatea, a magic sword with the power to repel the holy sword, was the best to block the attack.

The wide sword caught the holy swordsman’s sword without difficulty, and then the black magic flowing over it exploded and repelled the holy sword.

Prosecutor Seong steps back.

It must have been an attack that risked a major loss of posture.

Without any problem, as expected, he calmly distanced himself from Cleon without panicking, clenched a fist in one of his hands, and then opened it, and a light check-like ice magic flew towards Cleon.

Drop that magic.

Since Cleon was holding a sword in both hands, his hands were blocked, and he could not make a hand seal. However, if he was able to drop the magic of the dragon in check, there was no need to make a hand sign or chant.

＂Mana Shock!＂

Pajik! And black lightning flies out and catches the ice pieces rushing towards it, melting them or dropping them to the ground.

Of course, those that hit the ground will soon disappear, so they are virtually incapacitated.

The two people were fighting one move at a time, but Prosecutor Seong was feeling it.

Clearly, their side was being pushed back little by little.

In the first place, the reason he was able to stand above Cleon was because he received the back-up of the fortress’s enormous magical power, and based on the experience he had accumulated as a swordsman, he predicted the opponent’s movements and received them with the minimum amount of movement. Because it was possible to hit.

However, the battle took longer than expected, and Cleon’s seemingly reckless swordsmanship, with a greatsword in each hand, was becoming more skillful as he got used to swinging it himself.

When the back-up of magical power was cut off and the opponent’s technique increased, you could feel yourself coming closer, step by step, to the level where you were already at the peak, like a hunting dog aiming for the back of your neck.

He once again realizes how annoying it is to be an enemy that learns during battle.

Of course, it was clear that a decisive battle had to be held in a short period of time to prevent that from happening, so he had no choice but to lament that it was his fault for not being able to do so.

Cleon ran in once again, aiming for the Holy Swordsman who stepped back and measured the gap.

Is this a repeat of what happened earlier?

Over and over again, the sword cut through the air, the magic light flashed, and this time Cleon had to step back to avoid the Holy Swordsman’s magic.

Every time the distance between my back and the wall increased and then decreased, I felt like my stamina was being chipped away.

The decrease in magical power may not be unrelated to this feeling.

＇Unless we somehow restore the connection with the magic crystal and increase the output of the holy sword-‘

While the Holy Swordsman was thinking that, he glanced at the magic crystal he was protecting.

It was one of the magic attribute engines created in the original world to reproduce the ‘perfect crystal’, but in the end, it was a ‘failure’ that did not reach the target output, Adam said.

Of course, it had the weakness of having to draw up magical energy from the spiritual vein on the ground in order to fly, but if the conditions were met, it could produce the magical energy to operate a weapon capable of a one-sided attack in a place where attacks from the ground could not reach. That is.

This means that the level of magical power that Adam wants is high.

“Looking at you standing still, you must be pretty tired, right?”

Cleon’s voice is heard.

This time, he slammed the holy sword in his hand into the ground, as if trying to unleash a slightly larger type of magic from the start.

Then, he began chanting with power in his voice.

＂Hyowol is broken and falling. A thunderbolt that pervades heaven and earth. A shadow under the stage that welcomes us with applause.”

＂Tch…＂

I should have acted in advance when I uttered the first sentence.

As the spell is completed faster than expected, the Holy Swordsman turns the remaining magic power into defense rather than counterattack.

There are two barriers to deploy.

One for yourself, one for the power of the magic crystal next to you.

A wall of ice created by combining sacred magic and solid ice magic.

The magic of the two people was completed almost simultaneously.

＂Abyss Flash!＂

The next moment, a pair of huge eyes appeared behind Cleon’s back.

It was made of magic, and its vertical pupils were slit long like the eyes of a black beast, and just looking at it sent an unpleasant feeling down my spine.

However, the real threat was what happened next.

The magic power that was thought to have gathered inside the pupil was shooting out from there in the same shape as the pupil.

And not just one or two, but dozens.

Cutting with a blade of magic made of black magic.

Indeed, was it possible to magically release magical power, which is usually done with a holy sword or a magic sword, and use it continuously?

It may be a magic that has good compatibility with magic in terms of efficiency in consuming magical power, but it is not a magic that a single magic swordsman can complete on his own.

Probably, he had the help of a wizard with him.

The Holy Swordsman, who judges the situation calmly, frowns when he sees the huge crescent-shaped magic blade finally arriving at the barrier and strengthens the magic power contained in the barrier even more.

Several explosions sounded and a wall of ice flew down.

Pieces of ice scatter like snowflakes.

The ice that melted due to the heat emitted by the magic blade did not turn into water, but evaporated on the spot and emitted steam like water vapor, blocking the view.

When the Holy Swordsman uses magic pressure to disperse it, the power room swept away by intense magic appears.

‘Is the power source safe?’

I guess it’s because of the barrier I created.

I thought for a moment.

He confirms that the enemy’s magic power did not even reach the barrier he had spread on the power side in the first place.

＂──.＂

At that time, a question flashes through Prosecutor Seong’s mind.

A while ago, after Cleon withstood the power of the Holy Sword, I was caught up in his pace, so it was a thought that had left my mind a little-

Why doesn’t he aim for this power first?

Of course, it was none other than himself who chose the power room as the location of the battle.

The reason is not a foolish theory of strength such as setting up a multiple camp, but simply an extremely reasonable one: the closer you are to the magic crystal, which is the power source, the higher the output of your holy sword.

Therefore, the idea was to minimize the damage to the fortress by burying the opponent in one blow.

Of course, it was a possible operation because we knew in advance that the opponent would be targeting the power room.

In the end, the victory condition for those who infiltrated this fortress was to crash this fortress and neutralize it.

He must have had that in mind himself until the battle intensified in earnest.

But what about it?

Since he entered this room, Cleon has not made a single direct move toward power.

It was as if he already knew that if there was an opportunity to attack the power, he would be cut down on the spot.

Read up to that point – First, try to defeat yourself and destroy the power source?

Given his personality, it would not have been strange for him to have such confidence – but the wounds accumulated on his body were already enough to cause a normal person to collapse.

It’s just that he’s holding on with his grit and the magic power of his two swords.

He began to read his sword, and even though he was getting used to the technique, he didn’t have much stamina left.

In that case, it makes sense to aim for the magic crystal to end this fight quickly – it is a strategy.

Nevertheless, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of discomfort at the fact that no magic crystals were added to the target of the large-scale magic that caught me off guard just a moment ago.

＂Haa… Haa…＂

The sound of Cleon’s heavy breathing is heard as if to interrupt his thoughts.

When the Holy Swordsman’s eyes turned towards him, there was almost no magical energy left in Cleon’s body.

Should I say instead, the magic felt from the swords he was holding was so strong that it was incomparable to before.

‘What is it? What is the purpose?’

Was he missing something?

Think.

Among the actions he performed in the current fight – if there was something he was aiming for that eluded his awareness –

The correct answer will be in the unnatural part.

Unnatural- An unnaturally large sword.

A type of weapon that he would not normally use.

To overwhelm yourself with power?

No, that couldn’t have been possible.

If so-

Prosecutor Seong’s gaze naturally looks at the place where the great sword passed.

A sword similar to Cleon’s height naturally leaves scars here and there every time it is swung.

Not only on the floor, but also on the ceiling and walls.

However – as expected, the area that suffered the most damage was the floor of the power room.

Numerous sword marks engraved upon breaking the floor.

It looked like a scar, but there was a pattern there.

“──Indeed. Is that really the case?”

Prosecutor Seong nods his head as if he now understands.

＂─.＂

Seeing that, Cleon’s face must have hardened slightly.

＂Haha… Haha! Haha!”

And, Prosecutor Seong laughed.

No way, he came swinging that comically out of place greatsword.

Just before, he stood there and protected himself with a shield from melting the floor.

It was all Cleon’s act to overturn the entire situation at once and create a plan to end it.

“You created a scroll. Demon Swordsman…!”

As soon as those words were heard, Cleon’s sword shrank back to its original length and shape.

And the place Cleon was heading to was none other than the floor beneath the magic crystal in the power room that had been ignored until now.

One last stroke.

Magical letters carved into the floor by Cleon while swinging his sword.

Previously, just as Rubera learned from Iona, she activated her magic by engraving letters on the body of the monk.

Cleon has been engraving magical letters on the floor that come together and illuminate to form meaning.

There is only one purpose.

A secret move to completely destroy the magic crystal that the Holy Swordsman is desperately trying to protect.

In keeping with Cleon’s sprint, the Holy Swordsman also ran in.

Don’t let it happen, the other person’s magical power and stamina are already depleted.

If the remaining stroke is not drawn, and he erases the remaining letters, his chances of winning are lost.

And of course, the Holy Swordsman who was guarding the place by the magic crystal will get there faster.

─ Was something Cleon had already calculated.

＂Now is the time, Galatea!＂

[Aaaaah!!]

A final deflection that poured all the remaining magic power into Galatea’s side.

A cumbersome greatsword and a flashy magic trick. It was all just a help for this one time.

[Cleon is outside the power room.]

Pajik!

[Cleon is in the center of the power room.]

＂Space transfer!? No, it’s a distortion of cause and effect!”

I can’t believe I’ve been hiding this power until now.

The Holy Swordsman was surprised and reflexively swung his sword at Cleon, who suddenly appeared in front of him.

However, Cleon blocked it with Galatea and at the same time-

The holy sword imbued with the maximum amount of light was driven into the ground of the power room.

When the holy sword is inserted smoothly, it is like inserting a key that fits perfectly into a keyhole.

The body of the Holy Swordsman, who was running to stop Cleon, was pushed aside by the strong magical pressure and stopped.

All the letters engraved on the paper light up at the same time, revealing their full appearance.

It was the magic of an ancient element that was originally not permitted to humans.

Lightning, wind, flame, and earth.

The ring on Cleon’s finger shines.

Just as Lila needed a piece of Luthios’s scale to perform magic like this.

Cleon uses the evidence of his bond and fate with the dragons as a medium to create a storm of magical power strong enough to fill the entire power room.

[Dragonic Burst!]

A magical name that resonates with Caliban’s voice.

In place of Cleon, who was clinging to Caliburn’s handle to withstand the magical pressure, Caliburn snatches the most important part.

Then. From the letters installed on the ground, the illusion of four dragons in response to Cleon appears, and they immediately unleash their power and strongest weapon towards the power room in the center.

Dragon Breath.

Attributes mix, repel, scatter, and spread-

It swirls towards the magic crystal.

And it would not have been a magic targeting only magic crystals.

At the same time, even the Holy Swordsman beside him is caught up in the torrent of elemental magic that runs rampant.

I wouldn’t have been able to scream.

Just with my eyes wide open, the cylinder surrounding the magic crystal broke apart.

I saw a big crack starting to form in the magic crystal inside.

As if it resonated with him, the holy sword Vajra he was holding in his hand also split apart and shattered all at once.

A flash of light covers all eyes, and a burst of alcohol.

Finally, the voice of the Holy Sword was heard.

[I’m sorry.]

─That was something that a former warrior of the sky heard from his holy sword, the first time in hundreds of years.

And, it was the last voice.