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[Translator – Rainypup]
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Chapter 70: Holy Core (2)
One of the things I gained from Ancient Magic was heightened senses. If I concentrated on my five senses, I could hear whispered words from a distance, and my sense of touch and sight also became significantly improved.
Of course, intuition was also included.
That very intuition was now sending a tingling danger signal down my spine.
Boooom!
As expected, Saint Aimar appeared after breaking the core.
‘So that core was fake? In the end, we have to take down Saint Aimar to get what we want.’
“How arrogant… You think you can release my resentment?”
“That’s right. Is your mouth itchy because you haven’t talked in hundreds of years?”
"What?"
I tried to provoke him slightly. “You keep asking the same question.”
“How dare you! What do you know about my sorrow and resentment?”
“I don’t know.”
At that moment, Priscilla's scream came from behind him, "Dane! Don't provoke him anymore! If you do, you could die in an instant!"
Whatever.
“I don’t know much about that resentment.”
"You…!"
I provoked Saint Aimar, and a sigh came from behind me. It was Priscilla, of course.
“You look spirited. You need to die by my hand and become an undead.”
“Can I eat tarts when I become undead?”
"What?"
Just as Saint Aimar exclaimed in disbelief, I moved.
Crash!
My sword clashed with Saint Aimar’s morning star.
Wow, he was strong. A tremendous amount of power was transmitted through my sword and down to my wrist.
“Eugh.”
I definitely lost when it came to strength since my body hadn’t fully developed yet. Of course, the fact that Saint Aimar was a warrior priest during his lifetime didn’t help.
“You might have been doing pretty well so far… but that won’t work anymore.”
“We’ll have to see about that.”
I deliberately stepped back, relaxed, and then approached him with a shove of my shoulder. Then, with a thud, the one who had hit my shoulder was pushed back.
“You–!”
“What do you think?”
“You know how to fight.”
Was this considered high praise?
“Good. Good. It’s been a long time. Has it been three years since I last crushed the heads of over one hundred Imperial soldiers and knights with my morning star?”
It seemed like I could hear another scream from behind.
"Th-three hundred years!"
“Dane! I told you we have to retreat!”
Instead of looking back, I held my sword tightly and felt my blood boiling in excitement.
“It’s been a while for me, too.”
"What?"
“Fighting like this. Not three hundred years, though.”
“Brat, you’ve only lived a handful of years…”
Saint Aimar's words did not continue any further. I leaped off the ground and ran towards him, and in an instant, I cut off his arm.
Shhhk.
Only the sound of flesh being cut was heard. Since he was an Undead, no blood splattered out. However, in its stead, a wave of black mana flowed out from the wound.
“…You…”
It had been a long time since I’d had a real battle like this. In the training hall, I had only swung spears and swords, and I had momentarily forgotten what it felt like with idiots like Bronn’s gang and the bodybuilder club as my opponents.
“Fuu.”
This feeling of my heart pounding. This feeling of hot blood spread to every corner of my body alongside my pounding heart as I went into battle.
“Here I come.”
“…!”
I rushed in again and exchanged attacks with Saint Aimar several times. At first, my sword and his morning star were entangled in the air, and then the morning star flew downwards and collided with my sword, splitting only the air.
“Y-you!”
Saint Aimar was clearly strong, but not compared to me, with my past experiences and ancient magic. My third strike hit the center of the morning star, and finally the fourth…
Shhhink!
Once again, Saint Aimar’s body was torn apart. There was a serious injury on his side that would have clearly been fatal if he had been alive. The black wave of mana that rose instead of blood was thicker and heavier than when I cut off his arm earlier.
Clang!
But in return, my sword had broken. Saint Aimar struck my sword with the handle of his morning star, breaking it completely.
Shhhk…
Saint Aimar slowly regenerated.
“Showing off that you’re undead, huh?”
Saint Aimar laughed, “Haha! What are you going to do now? Your sword is broken. Should you get another sword from your friend behind you?”
"No."
Clank!
I pulled out another sword from my subspace. There were plenty of weapons. If one broke, I’d just use another one.
“Even if your weapon breaks, you don’t lose your fighting spirit.”
“If that were the case, I would have died earlier.”
“You… What are you? Your face is young, but the way you speak and the way you act… You’re no different from a war-torn knight.”
Instead of answering, I chuckled, “I’ll let you know if I become undead.”
Crash!
The clash began again.
That was when I realized it. Saint Aimar's body would continue to regenerate unless I blew his head off in one fell swoop.
However, Saint Aimar wouldn’t just give up his head. He was already strong and fast, and he desperately defended his head because he knew that this was his weakness.
“Leila! Behind!”
“Ernest, back off!”
In the midst of all this, the undead were rising again. The situation was unfavorable.
Then, I saw Leila release her magic power and destroy the remaining heads of the half-shattered undead.
“Wait.”
Maybe there was a way.
“No matter what you do, you can’t win. Quietly become an undead…”
"You wait. I'm thinking."
I quickly stepped back and called out to Karnas.
“Karnas.”
“Kikreuk!”
Karnas stuck his head out with a bright expression, as if he hadn’t been bothered by the battle at all. I held out my sword towards Karnas.
“Ignis.”
“Kirkreuk!”
Fwoosh!
Flames spewed from Karnas' mouth and engulfed my sword.
"It's very hot."
I couldn’t hold it for long.
“You… What are you trying to do?”
“How does this look?”
“That fire-breathing creature… what is it? A baby wyvern?”
Saint Aimar was stunned when he saw the Flame Attack Sword… no, the Ignis Sword, was engulfed in flames.
Even I thought it looked awesome.
I smirked.
“No. He’s a dragon.”
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To borrow Priscilla's inner thoughts, yes.
They were fucking dead.
“We’re really fucking dead.”
Leila, who was swinging her sword, and Ernest, who had just shaken off an undead’s hand, flinched at the unbecoming language, but Priscilla paid them no attention.
“We have to get out right now!”
“How?!”
“Somehow!”
“What about Dane?!” Just as Priscilla flinched, Leila brought up a reasonable concern. “Imagine if he became undead!”
“It would be very sad—”
“He’d be super strong!”
“…”
“Then I’ll never be able to win against him in my entire life!”
“ …That’s why?” Priscilla muttered in disbelief.
Anyway, they were screwed. Saint Aimar was already strong, but he was also a Revenant, a higher-level undead that could also regenerate. This meant that as long as the hall was filled with necromancy, he would regenerate endlessly.
“But it’s not like we can crush his head.”
Saint Aimar was indeed a tenacious opponent, avoiding attacks time and time again. Dane's body was alive, and Saint Aimard was not. Dane would get tired eventually. When that happened, an attack would get through his defenses.
The problem was that she couldn’t see any openings she could escape through.
“…I don’t know anymore. I’m such a crazy bitch.”
Just as Priscilla was thinking of her lover, Terjan Moffilia, a fifth-year Magic student…
Fwoosh!
Saint Aimar and Dane clashed. However, Dane's sword was engulfed in fire…
Screech!
“Guaaaah!”
For the first time, Saint Aimar's screams erupted.
“As expected of Dane!”
“Karnas’ flames on the sword…!”
Priscilla's eyes widened. Saint Aimar's chest was cut open as he screamed, but instead of black air rising, only the smell of burning flesh was present.
Therefore—
He wasn’t regenerating.
“Wh-what happened?”
The Undead were weak to fire, but that only applied to weak undead.
Well, if you thought about it, how many things weren’t vulnerable to fire? But for an Undead at the level of a Revenant, it could only be dealt with by high-level divine power.
However, Dane's sword, engulfed in flames, cut through Saint Aimar's body and it no longer regenerated.
“Y-you—!”
“It really works? Karnas.”
“Kikreuk!”
Fwoosh!
Dane, who had refilled the almost extinguished fire, began to press on Saint Aimar. The bewildered Saint Aimar then screamed as he was successively wounded on his other arm, thigh, and shoulder.
“H-how can I feel pain?!”
Dragon Flame.
It was a potent force that negated existence itself. Karnas was still just a baby dragon, but the fire of that baby dragon alone was enough to push back the Revenant's necromancy and quell his regenerative powers.
Of course, Dane was not aware of this fact.
“I didn’t know he could do it either.”
He just tried it out.
“Y-you…”
Saint Aimar pounced again. His morning star flew, filled with necromancy and even greater resentment.
Why was it?
Thunk! Clang!
Dane, now accustomed to his actions, was even figuring out Saint Aimar's attack pattern and struck him down.
He was very skillful, like a warrior who had been on the battlefield for a long time.
But that couldn’t be true.
He was a child. Someone who would have been a snot-nosed brat just a few years ago couldn’t have been on the battlefield.
'And… what is this?'
Plus, there was a strange feeling every time their weapons clashed. It was definitely familiar. But, that couldn’t be true.
Above all, now that he was undead, Saint Aimar was not in his right mind.
“Arrrgh!”
It was at that moment that Saint Aimar was finally deeply wounded.
“He’s winning!” Ernest cheered.
But that was just for a moment.
“You… cannot get out alive…”
Resentment began to rise from Saint Aimar's entire body.
Three hundred years.
All of the years he had to live as an undead after being unjustly killed by the emperor, unable to live or die.
“Guaaaah!”
A great storm of necromancy began to rage. The huge black waves of mana that rose around Saint Aimar seemed to show that something was about to happen.
“Wh-what is that?!”
“God fucking damn it.” Priscilla sensed danger and cried out, “Get behind me!”
The moment Leila and Ernest stepped back, Priscilla drew up all her remaining divine power and deployed a holy barrier. It was a skill that was beyond the reach of an academy undergraduate, but Priscilla managed it despite being exhausted.
“What is he trying to do?”
“Duck and protect your head!”
The moment they heard that scream—
“Be enveloped and consumed by darkness!”
With Saint Aimar's scream, the black waves that rose from his body burst out in all directions, creating a huge explosion.
Boom!
A huge shockwave swept through the hall, sweeping away undead and various objects, creating vibrations like an earthquake.
“Dane!” Leila cried out desperately.
The person closest to that explosion was Dane. Even for Dane, that kind of explosion…
“Leila, Priscilla!”
Then, Priscilla collapsed. After protecting the two with a barrier, she had run out of strength.
The darkness cleared.
And—
“Keuhaha… Yes! Dead! There’s no way to survive!”
They heard Saint Aimar’s laughter. There was nothing in front of Saint Aimar. Dane had disappeared without a trace.
“No way… No, that can’t be true!”
“Daaaaaannne!”
Just as Leila cried out in denial and Ernest screamed—
“Ignis.”
Fwoosh!
The flames rose and一
Pshhhnk!
“Keuk!”
A scream broke out.
However, Saint Aimar was the one who screamed.
Dane appeared… behind Saint Aimar.
“H-how… keuk!”
Dane stabbed a sword wrapped in Karnas’ flames into his back.
“I hid well.”
"Wh-what?"
Saint Aimar recalled how Dane had disappeared just before he was about to cause an explosion, but he didn't care. No matter where Dane went, he was sure he would definitely get caught up in the explosion.
“How can you… be unscathed…? Where did you hide—?!”
“I was hiding in the dark.”
Saint Aimar doubted his ears. Did he just say he hid in the dark?
“My mother was a legendary assassin.”
"Assassin…?"
What the hell was this boy?
“Thanks to her, I learned this.”
“…What… nonsense…”
Dane had shattered the core with magic, fought against Saint Aimar with swordsmanship, had a strange fire-breathing creature, and now he could hide in darkness.
“…What the hell are you…?”
“I told you.”
Saint Aimar's could not continue any further.
“I’ll let you know when I become undead.”
Crack!
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