Chapter 1175 – #279_Declaration of War (5)

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One.
Many people left.

Some people lament that they have small vessels compared to their grand dreams.
Some leave their dreams to future generations with a satisfied smile.
Some people lament over a life filled with suffering.
Some people lament that they cannot share love more.

One two.

Even though I could have chosen immortality, I kept this pathetic dream in my heart, so it passed away in a fleeting way.

It has weathered away into memory and history.

A pilgrim’s path paved with pride and glory.

Everyone considered it sublime and took it for granted, but Erelim did not.
Instead, a sense of duty settled in her heart.

Someone must watch that lonely ending.
It must be recorded.

Somebody.

2.
It is relatively modern times for detailed history to be recorded as it is.

Even this is often distorted depending on power and interests, leading to debates among scholars.

Therefore, witches are a walking history book that any historian would want to look at and have a conversation with, not to mention the old witches who are treated as fossils even among fellow witches.

However, not all old witches have the same information.

Each had different information depending on the area and time of activity, and in that sense, there were not many points of contact between Orselia and Erelim.

Her area of ​​activity differed on a continent-by-continent basis, and by the time Orselia, who had been wandering around the New World, passed through the Eastern Continent and set foot on the main continent, Gehenna had already been created, and there was not much time to compete head-on with Erelim.

On the other hand, Verda, who had clashed with Erelim several times in the past, knew about Erelim when Orselia did not.

“Verda, did you say that Erelim was a gravedigger?”
“Huh.”
“What does that mean?”

It makes sense to call Erelim her crazy bitch.

In Orselia’s opinion, Erelim is just a boring character and she doesn’t really have the attributes of a crazy bitch, but isn’t there something twisted about her having lived for a long time?

She was very curious that Verda knew her old story that she did not know.

“Do you know what Erelim’s magnetic magic is?”
“Sure. It’s a heavenly void, right? It’s a type of magic I don’t really want to have. When do you study all that?”

Verda told me that the Heavenly Void Rock was a type of dimensional magic.
However, the ‘dimension’ meant here is slightly different from what Duke Keter deals with.

“If Kether deals with the dimension of time and space, Erelim deals with the dimension of ‘information.’ Information observed by the world never disappears or dies. It always exists. In other words, Erelim’s magnetic magic allows you to access the forbidden libraries of witches stored in the world.”
“Is that real?”
“At least I think so.”

Orselia’s expression became very mysterious.

The concept that Verda explains is the Akashic Records.

Akashic Records, also called empty records, frequently appear in many creative works in today’s world, but they were actually unknown territory even to the mysterious indigenous witches.

However, I do not deny its existence itself.
There was an institution in the witch society that clearly hinted at its existence.

“Why, isn’t the prophetic agency like that too?”
“Hmm…”

Even after hearing the explanation, Orselia had a puzzled expression.

An omniscient god’s observatory that watches over apprentice witches for all witches and sometimes makes prophecies.

The prophetic organ is one of those mysteries where we cannot truly know when, how, and by whom it was created.
It doesn’t really make sense to bring in uninterpretable evidence to explain an uninterpretable theory.

“Well, the one who manages that prophetic institution is also a witch.”

I could understand it at this level.

“But does that have anything to do with Erelim being a crazy bitch?”
“Listen to the end.”

Verda continued her explanation triumphantly.

“Magic is ultimately about the ideals that witches want to embody, right? The heavenly void is not Erelim’s purpose. “It’s just a by-product that happened to happen, and the true origin is different.”
“Then… “What is the origin of the heavenly void?”
“To record the wishes of all witches who have passed away. As a result, I also acquired a magnetic magic called Heavenly Void.”
“…”

Orselia could not continue her words.

The wishes of all departed witches are recorded.

Considering that the wish is the origin of the heavenly void, this will not be simply a physical record.

“If that’s the case, are you still in your right mind?”
“That’s what I said. “You’re crazy.”
“No way. “You guessed wrong, right?”

Orselia’s eyes narrowed.
She couldn’t believe it.

It records the memories and emotions that countless witches had as they died, as well as the obsession, joys and sorrows, sighs, and resignation that came from them…

Recording means looking and observing.

This is the work of a madman.
It is absolutely not something that one person can handle.

So Verda thought that she was either mistaken or guessing wrong.

“Do you think it’s a lie? But you will know when you see. No, this is far from knowing. “You will understand it intuitively right away.”
“What?”
“I personally saw the mausoleum guarded by Erelim.”

3.
After the first clash, the fight became more and more intense.

Due to the constant clash of meteorites and magic, the inside of the barrier was so damaged that it was difficult to see what it originally looked like.

“It’s like a loach!”

Barbara trembled with her chi and transformed the ‘primordial light’, the super-high light magic that was trying to pierce her body, into a flutter of her feathers.

Erelim was stronger than any of the enemies Barbara had faced.
And above all, he fought very well.

Clearly, Barbara and the Gagiel Brigade are pushing Erelim with a completely standard pass.
If she had trusted only Erelim’s own strength and confronted her head-on, she would have suffered a great loss long ago.

But Erelim so cleverly exploited the gaps in the passing line that she muddied the fight, and she took the lives of two witches.

She shakes it non-stop, causing a crack, and if you try to hit her from the front, she hides her body leisurely in the gap where the meteorite explodes.

Although it may be easier said than done, overcoming such a military inferiority through improvisation is not an area that can be explained simply by talent.

It is the result of embodying the experience gained through countless struggles.

“Fuck! “You fight really dirty!”
“That’s high praise.”
“Shut up!”

But before I knew it, the depth of lucid dreaming had already reached stage 2.

As the name suggests, Barbara embodies her imagination into reality within the space eroded by lucid dreaming.
Although it is a limited situation, it is no different from becoming a god.

If Erelim showed even the slightest hint of vulnerability, she would be able to turn her body into a mass of glass beads…

She doesn’t even show her magic power, let alone showing her flaws.

That’s exactly why.

-Geeeee!!!

Above Erelim’s head, a ring reminiscent of a Möbius strip moved smoothly, creating enormous power.
At the same time, her magical power was amplified, and Erelim’s body, which was almost completely consumed, was filled with her magical energy.

At this point, aiming for victory through a simple war of attrition is nothing short of a mistake.

We have to expect either Erelim’s mental power to be exhausted or her magic circuits to fail, but she hasn’t even lost her breath so far.

But there is not just one target.
The Gagiel Brigade was not simply a group of scarecrows to fill the number of men.

“Now!”

With Barbara’s signal, a wide magic circle appears on the land, which has been so damaged that its original form cannot be recognized.

The barrier that the ‘Witch of Noise’ had been building from the moment the fight began until now was finally completed.

-Patsutsutsutsu!

It is a barrier that was painstakingly created under the protection of other witches and with almost no checks.
The barrier emitted noise everywhere along with a terrible noise throughout the battlefield.

The effect appeared immediately.

Erelim’s new form stumbled for a moment, and the white wings that had sprouted from her back flew away.
The amazing magic that had been constantly blooming wherever the meteorite landed stopped functioning, and Erelim’s complexion hardened for the first time.

Only Barbara, who had previously received a code to offset the barrier, was able to fully use magic within the lucid dream.

“Open your eyes.”

Black foam bubbled around Barbara’s shoulder, and in an instant she formed her own form.

A muscular male body measuring about 3 meters and skin covered with snake scales.
Black goat’s horns and bull’s head.
Inverted-jointed legs like a goat and wings like a bat.

This is Barbara’s familiar, ‘Molech.’

Although he cannot use magic at all, his physical abilities and fighting ability in close combat are monstrous.
It is the most useful familiar when everyone is unable to use magic properly due to ‘noise’.

-Kooooo!!!

Molech let out a roar that shook the earth and immediately jumped towards Erelim.
The moment when the heavy body attacks the delicate witch.

Erelim’s body, holding the pure white sword, rotated.

-Too boom!

As soon as the crash occurred, Moloch’s upper body fell to the floor, his blood spattering.
In Erelim’s hand, the sword that cut Molech in two was colored black and white around her.

“No…”

Even in this fierce battle, Varvara made eye contact with the emotionless Erelim and smiled.

Normal witches are vulnerable to close combat.
This is especially true if you cannot use complex high-level magic.

However, a pretty witch was able to subdue Moloch in close combat without even using magic, tearing him to death with her bare hands.

Even though there is a library called Heaven’s Void, isn’t there too many talents?

“You are truly extremely diligent.”

Still, there are still many.

There are dozens more attacks like this planned in the future.
The depth of the lucid dream will deepen as time passes, and Barbara’s reality manipulation ability will gradually exert its influence.

In the end, time is on Barbara’s side.

Will Erelim be able to withstand it all?…

“What.”

Barbara’s thoughts as she was drawing up a winning plan stopped.

Because before I knew it, the surrounding scenery had suddenly changed.

Neither Olga nor Oksana, who were right next to them, nor the Gagiel Brigade, which was supporting them at a distance, nor the shower of meteorites that rained down like the end of the world were visible.

Instead, what unfolded before my eyes was a gloomy, rust-colored world where ashes fell like heavy snow and covered the low plains.
Tens of thousands of tombstones fill the vast plain, all the way to the horizon.
The tombstones that follow the styles of different cultures have names, year of death, and poetry written in different characters.

“What is all this?”

Barbara, who was in a daze, realized the identity of this space the moment she inadvertently touched a nearby tombstone.
It was an intuitive realization that was different from general perception.

This is the source of Erelim’s magic.
A sanctuary prepared for those who wished more earnestly than anyone else to stand on the rainbow, but were unable to do so.

It is a witch’s mausoleum.

“It’s sad that I can’t shed tears.”

Erelim appeared between the dense stone tombs.
Magical reflections resembling droplets of tears were scattered in Erelim’s eyes, which did not reveal any fluctuations in her emotions.

Erelim’s hands held such enormous power that even Barbara could not predict its limits and had no intention of resisting.

Erelim was preparing her secret move without revealing her full strength in a battle that Barbara thought was the fiercest battle of her kind.

“Be in awe.”

Barbara couldn’t move a single finger as she watched the swarm of light come over her.
Because cool-headed reason was telling me that there were limits that could not be overcome no matter how hard I tried.

“… Crazy bitch.”

After a sigh that was almost like an exclamation, Barbara’s body dispersed.