Chapter 1229 – #288_Fable (3)

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A garden made of ash that flutters like snow.

On the witch’s mausoleum, which shines in dark green, the brilliance of gold and white mixes like two dragons.

“Bloom! Bloom! Bloom! Bloom! Bloom! Bloom! Bloom! Bloom! Bloom! Bloom! Bloom! Bloom!”

The maddening repetition of starter words mixes with the sound of light and strikes Erelim’s ears.

“I can’t forgive you. Anyone who touches my people will pay! Dorothy, don’t worry. Because it will never happen again. Master! Am I not Siu Tiphareth?! Mallika! Listen to your mom carefully and wait! “Dad is coming!”

Anyone can see that he is not sane.

Like the self-talk of a schizophrenic patient who says nothing because the context and connection of language is broken.

He talked and laughed like crazy to everyone.

Maybe this fight seems like a good thing.

However, such incoherence does not mean that Shin Si-woo is incapacitated.

Indeed, instinctively, he rushed at Erelim endlessly as if he would not widen the gap that had been so carelessly narrowed.

At the place where his hand was pointing, a crooked barrier like tangled tree roots appeared, blocking Erelim’s retreat.

The red branch in his hand is so split that he performs a strange, formless spear technique.

It was no longer any magic that Erelim knew.

The will itself to do what you want.

Magic power and magic are just tools.

-Giggles!!!!

The magic of the old age and the magic of the new age collide.

Erelim twisted, distorted, bent and stretched space.

Like bubbling bubbles in a vigorously shaken liquid, the swollen space makes a bubbling sound and manages to let the dangerous blow flow outward.

“It’s a bit disappointing. A little bit. I think I’ll figure it out if I just wait a little longer. Naturally, like water flowing. Freely. Keep the format, but don’t be conscious of the format… But the moment you keep saying it out loud, the limit is set. Because language is a tool for thinking. Don’t use tools, think. “Is it something like that?”

The fact that Siwoo seems like a madman in Erelim’s eyes is not just a misunderstanding or illusion.

Siwoo’s thoughts right now were like leaves drifting in a vortex that was turned upside down and left and right.

It is no different from sailing in search of a single point in an infinite universe.

Self-talk, like a seizure, is close to an instinctive struggle to maintain one’s self in such chaos.

“Cough! Cough! Ah… Hungry… Head hurts. I want to rest. Is this something I can do? Wow, your body is very meaty. Wow!!!!”

Blood broke out along with a strong cough.

As if that wasn’t enough, he vomited a bowl of thick blood.

Because my concentration was scattered, the golden barrier that was blooming well collapsed all by myself.

Magic wielded carelessly leaves deep cuts on the spiritual body in proportion to its power.

When magical power is forced into the magic circuit, a vacuum is created, unproven magic is used impromptu, or such magic is suddenly canceled, it is natural for the spiritual body to be harpooned by the subsequent feedback.

It barely maintains its original form because the instinct for survival has triggered ‘revival’.

Uncontrolled forces are leading the body to death at every moment.

“It hurts… It fucking hurts!”

The terrible pain is a bonus.

It was full of heat and swelling, as if the muscles had melted, and the bones felt like they were crumbling.

The worst thing is the sizzling pain of the nervous system.

The fatigue weighs heavily on my eyelids, making me want to sleep soundly for three weeks, stretched out in this position.

And even that sense faded away in the torrent of thoughts ruthlessly swirling in all directions.

What Siwoo is trying to do is the same as trying to play on a piano that was hit randomly.

It’s like trying to create a sophisticated mechanical device with materials assembled at your fingertips.

That is what it means to give up everything you have accumulated and create something from nothing.

“Another useless thought… Let’s not be fooled by puns.”

Anyway, this is certain.

This is absolutely not something a person would do.

“Are you going to give up already? That can’t be possible. That can’t be… I’ve come this far and I can go back soon… Erelim, just you, you just have to die. Is not it? Uh? Wait for a second. “Just wait a moment.”

A ray of clear wind blows through Siwoo’s mind as he wipes the blood with his sleeve.

An idea like a lighthouse that provides light to those who are trying to find their way in the vastness of despair.

Let’s go.

It’s not something people would do?

Yes.

Why did I forget?

Witches are not humans.

He is a transcendent person.

This nonsense is the result of not being able to accept the differences.

It must change.

– Whirring!

In response to Siwoo’s will, leaves of strange shapes appeared around him.

It reaches 1m in length, is pure white, milky white, and has a thin, sleek, streamlined shape reminiscent of a willow leaf.

The leaves that rise like this wrap around Siwoo in layers, as if making a cocoon.

Siwoo no longer clings and suddenly stops.

Erelim, who did not miss the opportunity, saw the result while barely keeping the distance.

An egg or cocoon whose contents are wrapped in a white shell.

A peaceful appearance that is not at all suitable for a battlefield.

Forge. Quench it. Find the answer within.

“Ah, now I understand.”

What is a witch?

A person who chooses to walk the path of magic to achieve the majesty of creation.

A chosen being who goes beyond the ordinary and deserves divine praise.

A witch who throws off the shackles and moves into mystery needs to be different from an ordinary human being.

For true freedom, for true transcendence.

She must throw off the shackles.

The shell breaks apart.

Siwoo appeared with her arms wide open and making exaggerated body movements like a theater actor.

Both eyes shine with brilliant gold, and with each deep breath taken in and out, ripples form and the magical power of the entire area fluctuates.

Now Erelim couldn’t even guess Siu’s level her.

When he took a breath, the magical energy stored up made Shin Si-woo look like an ordinary human being.

Quite the contrary, the more she looks into it, the more a sense of depth that she cannot fathom sends shivers down her spine.

“Oooh. “My head doesn’t hurt at all now.”

My mind, which was as hazy as smog, became refreshing.

This sense of omnipotence.

The freedom of being able to do anything, having taken off the shackles and taken off the shackles.

Siwoo’s eyes, which had been twirling around like a chameleon, became fixed.

To Erelim.

“Duke Erelim. “You touched something you shouldn’t have touched.”

At the moment the attacks crossed, Lelim’s eyes met with Shin Si-woo.

Erelim felt her cruel evil, dryness, and benevolent contempt lurking within him.

She felt the omnipotence of an innocent god who could not predict where it would go.

“You. Mash. I’ll give it to you.”

The innocence of a child does not always mean good.

Likewise, Siwoo’s eyes right now were not a look that a human could create.

Erelim finally diagnosed Shin Si-woo’s condition.

The word ‘freedom’ is often a word with a positive connotation.

One of the reasons is that the antonyms are full of negative words, but there is also the reason why historically it is a concept that always stands on the side of the winner.

The name ‘freedom’ has always been given to those at the forefront of the remnants of the old world that must be destroyed, such as authoritarianism, despotism, and colonial rule.

Shin Si-woo threw off his shackles and gained freedom.

For Siwoo, who accumulated magic to achieve freedom from slavery, freedom was always a longing in his heart or a noble value he wanted to obtain.

But we must not forget.

Uncontrolled freedom is nothing short of chaos.

“…”

Shin Si-woo shed another layer of skin.

Kether’s shadow once again falls heavily over Erelim’s head.

He did not mind breaking his body and spirit to stand in front of Erelim.

I was putting everything on the scale and trying to win this battlefield.

In order to surpass Xin Xiu, Erelim must also put the equivalent on the scale.

Erelim quietly closed her eyes. It’s up.

The blood swirling around the left eye where restoration was completed is scattered by the brilliance emitted by the magic reflected light.

“Be in awe.”

Erelim signed a ‘contract’ with the world.

It implements ‘force’ that can be exerted by paying a price.

Blanche Erelim’s true purpose is not to match the feats of the Witch of Creation.

It is not about enjoying the power we have accumulated and having Erelim’s name praised for all eternity.

I just want to prove to the witches that Kether abandoned that they were not wrong.

Then there is no need for Blanche Erelim’s ‘Next’.

The brand of Erelim is engraved with gold by the worlds that have agreed to the contract.

The content of the prohibition is ‘no succession possible.’ It is the price of being cut off from a witch.

Instead, a corresponding fullness of power resides in the body.

The greatest power she has ever wielded, a power she will never wield again, is given to Erelim with her leap to the 26th hierarchy.

Akasha’s wings split into eight pairs.

The majesty of the wings, which used to connect heaven and earth just by unfolding them, has now reached the point where they can cover heaven and earth.

————!

At the same time, Erelim felt the gaze of a gigantic presence that reached the apocalypse, a gigantic surveillance that could only be described as such.

An absolute law that governs all rules at the very bottom of the layers of the world.

To borrow Kether’s expression, ‘system’.

For the sake of world balance, the system allows up to 25 ranks.

————

However, the system that was looking around at Erelim seemed to have realized that her power was a temporary amplification according to the contract, so it quietly erased its presence her again.

“What? What did I see? It seems like it came and went for a while. Is it because of my mood? Anyway. Madame. Does it look really strong? Have you had any awakening? Well, I was in phase 3, no, even phase 4, so I’ll understand if you use a trick once.”

Siwoo, who was looking at the sky with her mouth open, smiled roundly, looked at Relim with interest, and wiggled her fingertips.

-Pararalalak!

With that alone, a wave of distortion jumps up without any warning and follows his command her.

Siwoo unconsciously developed a distortion field in the form of magic that remained most intense in his mind.

A ribbon stretched out like a black flower petal.

A window of distortion sticking out like red stamens.

A deadly javelin that gave Bianca trouble in the past with a wide gap.

Of course, the power gap compared to then is meaningless.

-Gigi Geek

The space wrapped around the ribbon folds with a click, accompanied by a tense sound as if the bow is being excessively bent.

The tension that folds space is converted into kinetic energy and fires the red stamens like a crossbow.

Erelim also responds.

A pure white light that realizes whatever the user’s wish is.

A beautiful radiance like a spotlight broke through the clouds from the heavens and covered the entire battlefield in pure white.