Chapter 196: Royal Capital (1) (1/2)
Terms used in this chapter:
Spartoi – In Greek mythology, they are mythical beings who sprang up from a dragon’s teeth.
Koros’ chest split. The long diagonal slash broke his collarbone as black blood gushed out.
His muscles were as hard as armor, but this was the sword of Seryu, the Seven-Killings Sword.
Her silver sword that resembled the subtle moonlight was sharp enough to cut Koros’ body.
But when his black blood spurted, Seryu also coughed blood. She was pushed back and staggered.
“Kaaahk.”
It was not an illusion that Seryu’s sword cut Koros’ body.
It was definitely real.
But it was also true that Koros’ fist hit Seryu.
“Kuuhhk.”
As soon as the silver sword slashed his chest, Koros moved forward instead of stepping back.
Seryu’s sword cut through his clavicle and he stretched out his fist at that time.
He didn’t do it with thought. Koros’ instinct, which could be called a reckless move in itself, reacted to it.
And its effect was enough.
He struck his opponent in the same way with his powerful strength, but the power of their attacks differed. After all, their physique, weight, and race differed.
Koros was a giant over 3 meters, so his fist was almost as big as Seryu’s upper body.
Despite the fact that she reduced the strength of the attack by moving her body backwards at the moment of the attack, the blow she received was enormous.
“Kaakh…kuuhk…”
Seryu threw up again and stumbled while Koros gritted his teeth and glared at her.
It seemed like he could crush the small and slender Seryu if he hit her with more blows, but he couldn’t do it anymore.
It was also impossible for him to pull out here and head for Saluzia.
Because of the distance.
Seryu staggered and threw up blood, and she looked to be in danger of collapsing at any moment, but she was still able to wield her sword.
Koros himself was within Seryu’s striking distance.
‘As expected of a great swordmaster.’
One of the Ten Great Swordmasters that the Sälen Kingdom was proud of.
Koros himself had been weakened by his chest injury. It was clear to him that if he charged here, his speed and power in dealing blows would be less than before.
He had suffered that much.
His barrage of attacks that blocked Seryu’s attacks was no longer possible.
‘I don’t have to hurry.’
Seryu was desperately adjusting her breathing, but her recovery was slow. After all, she was a human. Her vomiting blood could only mean that her gut was damaged, so it was natural that she wouldn’t be able to easily recover.
On the other hand, the injury on Koros’ chest was healing, albeit slow.
Because he was demonic human who united with a demon.
Koros had a strong regenerative ability that could not even be compared to a human’s natural healing ability.
So he just needed to take his time.
Until he had fully recovered.
Until Koros himself recovered, he just had to idle away and endure Seryu’s attack for the time being.
But Koros didn’t do that.
No, he couldn’t do that.’
‘Sannie.’
Saluzia.
The northwest sky was turning green.
The terrifying mana of death had been released.
He had to hurry. He shouldn’t drag this fight any longer.
“Come.”
Koros spoke in declaration, but Seryu said nothing. Because she was only focused on fighting Koros from the very beginning of their fight.
“Haa.”
Seryu let out her breath. She adjusted her breathing and controlled her body with her strong will. Lowering her body a bit, she strengthened the grip on her sword.
And at some point.
Bang!
Koros kicked the ground. Confronting such a charging giant seemed to be reckless.
But Seryu did not back down. She saw Koros pull his fist, so she held her breath and kicked the ground at the same time.
A fist and a sword.
A demonic human and a great swordmaster clashed.
***
Saluzia knew the five heroes of the Paragon Kingdom.
They were truly like mythical beings.
‘The ones who defeated the Demon Prince.’
Even among the demons that possessed a title, the great demons were one of the best and ranked just below the overlords of hell.
The gap between a demon prince and a human was truly enormous.
It was no exaggeration to say that humans were just squirming bugs when compared to them.
But Paragon’s heroes defeated the Demon Prince with their human bodies.
They were not disheartened.
They fought in the realm of the Demon Prince.
They fought not only the Demon Prince but also the Demon Prince’s army, and they eventually defeated the Demon Prince.
Iron Man Landius.
Ghostblade Kamael.
Holy Angel Lena.
These three defeated the Demon Prince.
It was the result of miracle after miracle, but they defeated the Demon Prince who had used up all his power in just fighting the three.
And the other two.
Necromancer Velkian and Druid Fran.
They stopped the Demon Prince’s army.
They made time for the three people to defeat the Demon Prince.
How did they do it?
How did they make it possible?
Saluzia got to know. She came to witness firsthand the correct answers to some of the questions she had.
“Come forth, my legion.”
Green mana covered the sky.
When Velkian on his Phantom Steed stretched out his hand towards the ground, ghostly wails reverberated and spread out.
“Kiaaaaaa-!”
Ghosts were summoned from the green sky. They cried and began to take shape, instantly covering the walls of the city.
And then it rained fire.
Meteors covered in green flames showered down from the green sky, attacking Saluzia’s troops.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
It wasn’t just an attack. The green meteors that struck the ground stood up and took the shape of giants.
Over ten giant golems stood up and roared.
And one more was added to this.
It clearly revealed Velkian’s personality, who did not hesitate to use his full strength.
“Come forth.”
Velkian made a gesture. He recited the spell which twisted the world around it.
His strongest familiar descended on the ground.
Kuoooooooo-!
The space was torn.
Green flames greatly rose from the ground, and ‘that’ showed up during that time.
Death Knight.
No, something more than that.
The greatest masterpiece created by Necromancer Velkian.
As soon as it appeared, it shook the world.
The heavens and earth trembled.
The green flames scattered roughly, making the black existence stand out even more.
Knight Lord.
The ruler of knights.
Green eyes flashed from within its black armor. It stared at Saluzia as it rode on top of a huge Phantom Steed. And powerful beings appeared beside such a lord.
Spartoi.
Elite knights made from the teeth of the black dragon Tarasque.
Saluzia breathed heavily as an army was summoned right before her eyes.
She reflexively recalled Velkian’s other name.
One Man Army.
A person who always moved alone, but could summon thousands of troops anytime and anywhere.
“Go.”
Velkian firmly ordered.
And the sky collapsed at that moment.