Academy's Genius Swordmaster

Chapter 283

283. Jingun (1)

#283

“Brother. are you okay?”

The young Abel asked. The cold night wind brushed my cheeks. Cain, who had suddenly left himself and ran out, was sitting in a daze at the entrance of the village.

“......”

Cain did not answer. Tears were clearly visible on his pale cheeks. He had just realized that his powers could not bring people back to life.

The changed body did not feel the cold. But inside his broken heart, a bitter north wind was blowing. Abel approached cautiously and pointed to Cain’s mouth.

“What’s in your mouth?”

“uh...?”

Cain unconsciously wiped his mouth with his sleeve. A bluish stain came out of it. It was the blood of a giant he drank until his stomach exploded.

When I turned my head, I finally saw Abel’s face. The little boy was shivering in his overcoat, which did not fit his body. Suddenly, Cain realized. Now all I have left is this child.

“...okay. are you okay.”

“Now what do we do? There was a bang and Mom and Dad were gone.”

“don’t worry. I am here.”

Cain, who completely wiped his mouth, stood up. Just as this little boy believed himself to be Abel, he also decided to believe. This kid is my twin brother. Cain held Abel’s hand and smiled.

“Let’s go with my brother. Abel.”

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“Mmm.”

Abel opened his eyes. It seemed that he had fallen asleep. A familiar landscape unfolded before my eyes. Uselessly large and fancy chairs, all white furniture. It was the temple of the religious leader at the top of the head temple.

“...Damn it.”

Abel muttered, then raised his index finger and wiped his eyes. It’s been a very long time since I had a dream. It reminds me of what happened tens of thousands of years ago.

Tsk. Seeing the liquid on his fingers, Abel clicked his tongue. Thoughts that had been buried deep for a moment were coming up one by one, but he regained consciousness by wiping his hands on the hem of his pants.

“Your brother is wrong.”

Abel muttered. The end is really near now. It would soon be clear who was right.

It was the car he was about to move on, sweeping his hair. smart. Someone knocked on the door.

“Master. May I come in?”

“okay.”

It was a familiar voice. As Abel beckoned, the door opened. A woman in a fancy robe walked in. It was Archbishop Le Tansie in charge of the protection and supervision of Iril.

“I came to report the situation. Miss Lee Lil’s giving is progressing smoothly.”

“You suffered. It’s not like there’s something wrong with your health, right?”

“No problem at all. You have a hard time falling asleep, so don’t worry. And as you said, the priest’s blood worked properly. It will take a lot less time than you think.”

“okay. It should be.”

Abel nodded. It was expected. He was lifting the curse on Illil’s body in order to bloom her abilities.

The moment the shackles Cain planted were broken, Erill would have the full power to make his wishes come true.

“An effect group worthy of the source of everything,”

Asher met eyes with the giant and breathed in vain. I didn’t expect to notice it at once when it’s so far away. It was his act that knocked down the giant with telekinesis magic.

“It’s amazing. This is the power of a mediocre mortal.]

The giant admired a little. Even with strength, it was difficult to straighten the back.

Deciding that he had to get rid of that wizard first, he spread his palms without a word. It was the moment when the particles of light gathered and a new window was about to be grasped. Kwagwawang!! Arrows and magic that flew all at once hit him.

Goooooooh... as the blast dissipated the wind, the more battered figure of the giant was revealed. Blue blood flowed from the wound and dripped onto the floor. He staggered and opened his mouth.

[Ephemeral...those...]

His voice was weak. It wasn’t just because it happened this time. Since the battle began, damage that could never be ignored was steadily piling up on his body.

The two pairs of wings were torn in tatters. There were more than 10 types of scars all over the body. The unblemished body was changing like a sack of rotted potatoes.

It was the result of the hard work of the allied forces armed with Ronan’s blood. They did their best to destroy the protection of the stars and succeeded in inflicting significant damage on the giant.

Compared to not being able to penetrate even the blessings of the archbishops before, it was a great improvement. The giant looked around and spread his wings.

I don’t know how it happened, but things weren’t very good. Kwaaang! As soon as the wings spread, a gust of wind swept across the battlefield.

“Keugh...!”

“No bastard runs away!”

The soldiers standing in the front line bounced off as if they had been hit by something. The few remaining trees and barracks were blown away.

“Oops!”

Asher’s telekinesis was released by the sudden expansion of power. At this rate, I would have missed it. As it was originally, it was a situation that deserved despair, but the face of the allied forces was not as dark as expected.

“Please...”

“Please. jugglers.”

Instead, they clenched their fists as if expecting something. Hwaaak! It was the moment when the giant took flight. Adeshan’s voice echoed in the heads of all allies.

[This is now!]

At the same time, waves of intense mana spread over the battlefield. Kwajik! The flying giant hit his head against the empty sky.

『Umm...!』

Blue blood splattered from the torn forehead. This was quite a shock. The soldiers who watched the situation called for joy.

“Okay I blocked it!”

[This is...]

The giant narrowed his eyes. A translucent station field covered the surroundings like a cage. There was a crack like a spider’s web where he hit his head.

It was a high-level defense spell that the wizards of the Dawn and Full Moon Magic Towers activated from a distance. Wizards who drank Ronan’s blood were able to manifest magic that affected the giant for a limited time.

『Useless.』

However, after a while, the shock subsided. The giant, who came to his senses, was about to throw a spear at the station field. Hiss! A huge mass of something black rose above his head. The giant reflexively raised his head and opened his mouth.

『You...?』

A shadow fell on the giant’s face. He immediately turned the spear, but Jaifa was already descending with the moon sword held up to its head. His sword, newly forged ahead of the decisive battle, was dyed the same red as the butterfly rose.

“Die here. buggy.”

Jaifa growled. The giant was about to say something. Chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! A sword drawn in a huge arc fell from the air onto his face.

The feeling of slicing a piece of meat passed through Zaifa’s fingertips. Kwaaaaang!! Jaifa and the giant fell from the sky at about the same time and landed in the middle of the battlefield.

“...It’s filthy hard.”

Jaipa lowered her gaze to the giant. The giant with a sword in the middle of his face stopped moving.

The cheers of the soldiers hadn’t erupted yet because the dust was covering the surroundings. Zaifa, who held the spearhead by turning it around, muttered nervously.

“When the hell is this Ronan coming?”