Episode 144 Great Legacy (1)
Thump-!
Regal Bagos opened his eyes to the sound of his heart pounding in his head.
The surroundings were dark.
My body didn’t move, and I could feel the sticky mucus on my skin.
As if curled up in amniotic fluid.
‘Yeah, that’s all you wrote… … .’
I don’t feel any regret.
If it had been his head and not his heart that had been stabbed, he would have died without a doubt, even if it was him.
I just wonder one thing.
How did things come to this?
Somehow, a conversation I had with an old colleague comes to mind.
This conversation took place before he had forsaken his natural family and inflicted a terrible curse upon himself.
[Shall I tell you why you always lose money? You just bet as much as you need at the time, and follow through. Even when you need to win.]
Of course, card games and fighting are different.
Moreover, the words themselves are difficult to apply to the current situation.
But the context is similar.
Until five cards were collected and completed, the winner was not determined.
Thump-!
To put it simply, I lacked the determination.
I kept giving them away one by one until I got here.
I gave it my time because I had been looking for that thing for almost a year.
I had to use verbs.
But these persistent guys didn’t give up.
I swung the Dragon Sword several times, determined to rest for at least a year, but they stubbornly resisted.
And now even a second heart has been used.
Thump-!
Regal Bagos finally admitted.
Because I underestimated my enemy, I didn’t fight him with all my might as if I was fighting a worthy rival.
We’ve come this far.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
The regenerated heartbeat cycle shortened and the light returned. He stood up, shaking off the mucus clinging to his body.
“… … .”
A barbarian was seen across the passage.
The guy was already walking towards me.
With a hole in the lung.
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With red blood flowing out of his mouth.
Without even receiving support from the dwarf warrior next to him.
Thud, thud.
He walks desperately.
Only one goal.
To kill the enemy.
Swish.
He released his grip on the dagger at his waist.
And I reconsidered my decision.
The heart that was cursed while using the verb has recovered to some extent. The remnants of the curse are still there, but physical abilities have also returned to a certain level and I can now use my supernatural abilities.
A result that would not have been possible without the characteristic of Yong-in that the source of strength is located in the heart.
‘Surely, I didn’t know it would be this bad.’
That too was unexpected.
This was the first time that a ‘second heart’ was actually used.
Should I call this a happy miscalculation?
Thanks to this, our chances of winning have greatly improved.
Thump.
Of course, they seem to have reached the point where they are no longer in a state of soul exhaustion, but that doesn’t change anything.
All you have to do is kill the dwarf warrior.
Even the Barbarian wouldn’t be able to defend himself alone with such injuries.
I thought so.
At least until I met his gaze.
‘It’s like seeing some kind of immortal.’
Instead of a dagger, he grabbed an Arcanist longsword.
As soon as I held it, an excruciating pain struck me, as if the cursed remnants were still in my heart. I had a gut feeling that if I used it any longer, I might never be able to use one of my arms again. No, I was certain of it.
but…….
‘If I’m going to kill that damn guy, I have to be prepared.’
I’ll give up on the arms.
To kill the enemy.
To survive myself.
“Come, Barbarian.”
He was ready to throw everything away.
***
He is walking with a staggering step.
Next to him is a dwarf, and behind him is Misha, who was insisting that she would fight too.
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“Good idea.”
The dwarf said he left Misha behind because he was worried about her, but that wasn’t the only reason.
Rotmiller hasn’t woken up yet.
If I wake up even for a moment, there must be someone left behind to take out the potion and throw it at me.
“Yeah, that guy Dwalki… … .”
“Hikuro, swallow your anger. If you die, we’re all finished.”
“… … I guess so.”
The dwarf tried hard to suppress his burning emotions.
I know that too.
How important is the task you have to do now.
Thump.
Take a step forward and close the distance.
Soon, we were at a distance where we could even see each other’s facial expressions.
There was no need for long conversation between them.
“Come, Barbarian.”
A guy who keeps holding the Archduke’s longsword and staring at us, as if he’s not tired of it.
Nimiral, what are the conditions for being able to take it out and use it whenever necessary? The urge to curse was rising to the top of my lungs, but I had no time to spit it out.
Tadah.
The one who rushes first when we don’t come.
But what is this?
It’s not as good as it was at first, but it moves faster than when I last saw it.
That means my physical condition has recovered quite well.
Why? I thought it definitely wasn’t a short-term injury.
From the very beginning, variables appear one after another.
Crunch!
A shield that can be cut like tofu.
It belongs to the dwarf who blocks my way.
I drove the guy away with my mace that had turned into a spear, and then without any hesitation, I handed over my lightum shield to him.
“Write this.”
My shield isn’t in perfect condition, but I think it’s better than a steel buckle.
Kaka kaka!
The continued attack lodges itself deep into the shield.
It was immediately repaired through [Emergency Restoration], but since the soul exhaustion was just lifted, it won’t be able to be used multiple times.
‘Nothing really goes according to plan.’
He woke up earlier than expected.
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Not only the heart, but other parts of the body were also restored.
You can even use skills that you couldn’t use before.
“Regal Bagos cast [Advanced Acceleration].”
A blade cutting through the air as if ignoring the laws of physics. The dwarf chose to evade instead of defending, but the distance was far.
So I sacrificed my left arm, which didn’t even have a shield anyway.
‘Flesh explosion.’
The hand extended towards him explodes, spewing out dozens of pieces of flesh.
But the bastard didn’t back down.
Cheeeeeeek!
Covered in acid and groaning, the man swung his sword until the end, cutting deep into the dwarf’s thigh.
Phew-!
The dwarf still used his war hammer to hit the creature’s jaw.
The body of the guy stiffened, as if he had not taken any damage.
I immediately jumped forward, grabbed his shoulder, and rolled over.
and…….
‘Flesh explosion.’
He shoved his left arm, which was already useless, into his gaping mouth and blew it out again.
“Kaaaak!”
The bastard shoved me away, screaming.
And then immediately he stabbed me in the neck with his sword.
Clang!
The glass bottle hit the back of my head and shattered, spilling its contents.
“The recovery (top level) effect causes the body to regenerate very quickly.”
This pain is a top-tier potion.
No, Rotmiller survived too.
I step back, shaking off the fleeting thoughts that pass through my mind.
Phew!
I felt dizzy as the sword that had pierced my neck was pulled out.
And he was a chewy who did not tolerate even the gap.
“Joo, go!”
A sword that pierces the abdomen and rips out the internal organs in an instant.
I took the dwarf’s will and took a step forward, stabbing him with my spear.
fault.
The bastard hurriedly pulled out his sword and opened up some distance, and I used [Giantization] without hesitation.
What the hell, where are you running off to?
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“Kahak!”
The man who was stabbed in the shoulder spit out a fountain of blood from his mouth.
But did this kid come prepared for Elysion?
The bastard takes a step forward and swings his sword again.
It’s already too late to avoid the situation.
He uses his battered arm to hold the sword.
The bony fingers flew away, and the sensation of catching on the bones of the wrist blossomed, and the sword stopped.
“The character’s vitality is below 20%.”
“All resistance and endurance values increase due to the passive skill [Hero’s Path].”
Synergy effect of [Iron Leather] and [Hero’s Path].
I lifted the spear embedded in his shoulder and shook it back and forth, and the guy endured it and put strength into the hand holding his sword.
That’s how the struggle began.
Unfortunately, the winner was his side.
“Regal Bagos cast [Holy Blade].”
The sword of the bastard, which had begun to emit white light, cut diagonally all the way to my elbow.
thud.
The arm in [Giant] state fell to the ground, and I struck the bastard’s face with the cross-section of the arm that was spewing acidic blood.
Cheeeeeeek!
“Kaaaaaaah!!”
Hey, that kid has no pain tolerance.
Where are you holding out for evil—
“The character’s soul power is lacking.”
“[Gigantization] ends.”
Because his soul power was already lacking, his body shrank back to its original state in just a few seconds. Because of this, the feet of the guy who had been floating in the air also touched the ground.
But maybe I underestimated this guy’s determination.
Tadah.
Instead of backing down, the bastard stabbed me with his sword again.
‘Nimiral.’
Does this 8th floor explorer have no balls?
Why are you so good at dogfighting?
I quickly twisted my body and stepped back, as if my head was going to get pierced if I continued like this.
Single spear. No, I lost the skewer that was my mace.
As if things weren’t bad enough, the body’s regeneration stopped.
‘This is fucked.’
Even though it was a top-tier potion, it had its limitations.
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It wasn’t even eaten, it was just sprinkled.
In a world where arms are blown off and organs are torn apart, it is difficult to maintain the status quo, let alone to bleed.
But in that situation.
“My, three… … all!”
The bastard is running towards me.
It was truly hopeless.
The worst-case scenario was already clearly pictured in my head.
Inevitable death.
But so what?
I have no intention of giving up and accepting it.
I stared at the bastard’s sword with my eyes wide open until the very end.
And the moment I approached, it rolled to the side.
Regardless of whether I’ll be defenseless against the attacks that will follow, this is the best option I can do in the current situation.
Kuung.
I rolled on the floor and pushed myself up with the rebound.
The bastard’s Archduke’s sword loomed large before my eyes.
That was the moment.
“… … !”
The bastard fell backwards as if an invisible force had grabbed him by the back of the neck.
What on earth is going on?
When I looked up for the answer.
“Hey, that guy! Is this Moose, the order!!”
In the distance I saw an old man wearing black priest’s robes.
***
Close your eyes and cover your ears.
Still, it is heard clearly.
How desperately they are fighting.
[Yeah, you’re not running away.] [Protect Dwalki!!]
At first, it was painful to watch.
I thought that pointless resistance would only lead to greater despair and suffering.
But when did it start?
“Why on earth did they… … .”
As their desperate fight continued, Ludwig discovered.
A self that constantly asks questions.
[This is our stuff.]
Why don’t you give in?
[Eww! Dwalki! Don’t die! Please, okay?]
Because you ignored the expected outcome and harbored vain hopes?
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No, if that’s true, then why?
[Can you win?] [Don’t worry. I will definitely bring everyone back alive.]
Can you still move forward so brilliantly?
The answer was really simple.
They were strong.
Unlike myself, who didn’t have the courage to make sacrifices.
“… … .”
Ludwig knew it too.
No matter how long you wait, the day you’ve been waiting for never comes.
That hopeful future of returning to the city with his grandson never existed from the beginning.
I just didn’t have the courage to accept it.
“The stars at dusk will guide me.”
Ludwig made a short sign of the cross.
His eyes, now wide open, no longer trembled with fear.
I just stared straight ahead.
He was more convinced than ever.
“I will follow your will.”
Rhea Atlas, goddess of the stars.
One of the three gods who govern adventure and relationships.
As someone who once served and followed him, how could I dismiss it as a coincidence?
In front of myself who has given up on courage.
The appearance of those who carry such a splendid light is the last grace given to the wandering slaves.
That’s why… … .
“Even if I can’t be held in your arms.”
The old man looked into the air and shouted.
“Karui, I offer myself up.”
The capricious evil spirit laughed happily at his words.
There’s no way he wouldn’t know what he’s trying to do.
As if this was a moment I had been waiting for.
[What do you wish for?]
“Send me there.”
[Your grandson will not be saved.]
My heart fluttered at those words.
But it does relieve the weakness.
We also abandon the compromise that it is too late to turn back everything.
“It doesn’t matter though.”
Didn’t you learn it from a young wizard you met in a maze?
It could be sublime and noble at any time.
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If he wishes so.
