Episode 346
Episode 346
“right.”
“But what does that have to do with Einhortaha?”
It is said that the record and the truth are slightly different, but it was really a minor difference.
“What they wanted was the destruction of mortals.”
“It means that the continent of Marhen should also have been destroyed.”
Jeron said as he waved his hand to block the waves of flames.
Behemoth whistled as he saw it.
I didn’t feel any special mana flow. However, the flames were blocked as if there was an invisible wall.
“It’s really fascinating.”
“If it didn’t turn out like that, you could do it too, right?”
“It’s impossible without unnecessary consumption of power. “Because we are not accustomed to fighting.”
“Anyway, keep talking.”
“In this situation?”
Gods and demons were unable to properly block the attacks of the old race and died one by one. Their divinity was being absorbed into Einhortaha. In such a situation, you could just calmly continue talking behind the scenes. I don’t know if I’m really bold or fearless.
“Because you and I need to regain our strength.”
“… … Hehehe. “The fox was playing a trick.”
Behemoth rested comfortably and continued speaking.
* * *
Einhortaha trembled at the overflowing divinity.
Now that he has absorbed the connection medium of the Kalopa Continent and the Marhen Continent, he has been reborn from a half-guardian to a true god.
But it wasn’t enough.
He didn’t do this just to become a god.
‘What I really want is the destruction of myth.’
A memory from a long time ago suddenly comes to mind.
Old memories I thought I had forgotten.
Since when have you dreamed of the destruction of mythology?
When you are left alone on this earth?
no.
It was even longer than that. But I couldn’t remember.
At that moment, Einhortaha’s expression hardened.
Although he was only a half-guardian, the curse and blessing of oblivion did not exist for him. So he could never forget what he saw and heard. But he couldn’t remember since when he had been dreaming of the destruction of Shinhwa. It was the same even if I went back in memory.
“… “It doesn’t matter anymore.”
Einhortaha shook his head. It’s too late to find the reason now. Take advantage of the impending apocalypse to destroy the myth.
Because I ran all the way here looking only at that.
* * *
Geron’s party and Duke Furion were safe from the attack by the old race.
This is because the attack was not aimed at them in the first place.
However, if I had stepped onto the battlefield a little earlier, things would have been different.
“This feels a little strange.”
Since the culprit was Duke Furion’s hesitation and no one else, the person involved was left with complex and delicate feelings.
To say it went well seemed like my resolution from earlier was meaningless, and if I thought the other way around, we would all have died together.
A mysterious smile appeared on Duke Furion’s lips.
“haha. “This is why I don’t know what life will be like.”
“Jeron says they are no different from us.”
Erdin came next to me and said.
Duke Furion’s eyes sparkled.
“No different from us?”
“It is said that the purple tower that collapsed a little while ago is a medium that connects the dimensions of Middle Earth and Astral. “I don’t know what method they used, but they say that rather than sending them back to the original world, they tied them up in this world as a single living thing.”
Erdin relayed to them the information he had heard via telephonic sound.
Count Schrombel muttered, recalling something he had read in a book.
“… … “An angel who fell from the sky and lost his wings became a human.”
“I have seen a work called ‘The Fallen Angel of Flombeul.’”
“haha. “I didn’t know that the duke would know.”
“My wife, who passed away, was very interested in that.”
Count Schrombel smiled awkwardly. He soon cleared his throat and stuck his head above the rock to check the situation.
The gods and demons, who had been unable to properly defend themselves against the attacks of the old race, were now ready to counterattack.
“Ugh. That’s huge. “I don’t think we should let this go out carelessly.”
“Then get ready quickly.”
“yes?”
“You have to give back what you deserve.”
Duke Furion spoke to Count Schrombel, who smiled and opened his eyes wide.
Jeron’s companions stood up as if they had been waiting for those words.
* * *
“… … “That’s how it happened.”
When Behemoth finished speaking, Jeron made an expression of bewilderment.
“That guy’s reason for existence from the beginning was for the apocalypse?”
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“Yes. He is a being born for the end. “Astral is also a world that belongs to Middle Earth, so it cannot escape the apocalypse.”
Einhortaha.
The name had the meaning of ‘forecast apocalypse’.
Surprisingly, Einhortaha was born as a result of the astral beings remaining in Middle Earth begging and pleading with the gods and demons who left this land to destroy mortals.
It was also born from the remnants of a young and weak god whose divinity had disintegrated and disappeared.
“The others don’t know anything about Einhortaha?”
“Yes. Einhortaha thought that his identity should not be revealed. So he sealed his own memories. “He is left with only a sense of purpose: completing the predicted end.”
“He was a poor guy.”
“poor? That wouldn’t be wrong. But for him, it is a reason to live that must be completed at all costs.”
“you?”
“I am just living according to my desires. “The reason God and the devil have divinity is to prove their existence.”
Behemoth laughed, showing his fangs.
In short, it means doing whatever you want. It was clear that this new X was quite a bad guy. To put it simply, he is a bad idiot. Still, it was ironic that among all the bad guys, he was the best.
“Then let’s move slowly.”
There were signs of movement on Erdin’s side.
Xeron rushed forward, raising his divinity.
[…] … !]
The old race that roamed the sky attacking gods and demons turned its long neck and gazed at Xeron. The dried wing skin moves and quickly circles in the air, opening its mouth wide.
A large rainbow-colored sphere appeared in front of the gaping maw of the old race.
“Moon Crystal Power?”
Jeron straightened his sword and lowered it from top to bottom.
Before the rainbow-colored sphere is launched, it splits in half and disappears.
‘Dragon Breath.’
It was a power that only dragons, an old race, had. If it were not full of divinity, it was so powerful that it could not be easily broken apart.
‘First of all, don’t touch that guy.’
It is a stopgap measure to deal with the surviving gods and demons. Geron’s goals were ultimately God, the devil, and Einhorta.
Any one of those three should not be omitted.
To prevent the end of the continent.
I ran towards Einhortaha, who was standing blankly.
The old race-dragon suffered for a moment, but turned away from Xeron.
In any case, he is someone who acts according to his will. He simply used his powers in response to Xeron’s sudden presence.
[Go.]
“I don’t know what it is, but thank you.”
When it seemed like the dragon wasn’t going to attack again, Jeron narrowed his eyes and winked and continued running towards Einhortaha.
Behemoth gave me a look that I couldn’t see, but I ignored it.
‘What is that guy doing?’
Einhortaha still stood blankly staring into space. I can feel an enormous amount of divinity flowing around its body. All the divinity of gods and demons was absorbed through the purple tower.
However, Zeron’s divinity was also considerable.
Before Einhortaha appeared, he cut down countless gods and demons and absorbed the divinity that flowed from their bodies.
“Einhortaha.”
When Jeron arrived in front of Einhortaha, color returned to his blurry eyes.
Soon, the two beings made eye contact.
‘Zeronia Perian.’
Einhortaha looked at Jeron and thought.
The cause of the scheduled end time being brought forward.
“okay. “I have come.”
Jeron said with a grin, but Einhortaha showed no emotion. If he were a normal person, he would have felt angry or annoyed because he thought they were laughing at him, but he had long since forgotten those feelings.
He just looked at Jeron with his usual dull expression.
“Why do I need to say so much?”
Jeron said that and immediately swung his sword. The gray power extends through the sword like a whip. Eventually, the whip splits Einhortaha in half. But he didn’t think it would work. The energy I felt from him felt as if it existed in the world or as if it didn’t exist.
Like a mirage or a haze.
Jeron predicted that the Einhortaha in front of him was either an afterimage or had fallen into a special state.
That was actually the case.
Sigh-!
Einhortaha’s body, split in half by the gray whip, becomes slightly blurred, but then becomes clear as it sticks together neatly without a single wound.
‘Spiritualization?’
no.
It is not a spiritual body. The gray whip contained divinity. Even if it is in a spirit state, it must be cut. But there was no feeling left in my fingertips.
‘Only the shape remains.’
However, Einhortaha was staring at Jeron with both eyes.
* * *
[indeed.]
The entire body of the old race was reduced to rags by the increasingly intensifying counterattacks of gods and demons. But I didn’t feel any pain. What remained was a body that had already died and was made up of bones and skin.
[Was my will also determined from the beginning?]
The old race learned the reason for their existence, but they were not confused.
The principles of the world are not something that can be understood by mere creatures.
The same was true for the guardian who protected Middle Earth in the distant past.
[But I will follow.]
The golden eyes of the old race split vertically, and an ancient language that shook the space of the divine realm, not the mouth, flowed out.
It was not a language that could be heard even if one had ears; it was a command that forced the laws of the world into motion.
“It’s a spirit!”
“It’s okay if you block it with divinity… … “Wow!”
Several gods and demons who were not yet able to fully control the flow of power fell, shedding their divinity in the Seven Balls. Their bodies slowly crumbled into powder of light and began to disappear.
It meant complete extinction.
The old race wasn’t all that well either. If it had been before falling into eternal sleep, using words and spirits to control the laws of the world with a body consisting of only bones and skin would have been close to an act of suicide.
The skin of the old race crumbled to dust, leaving only the bones. It was the price of using words. However, he did not hesitate to manipulate the laws of the world. Even until all skin was gone and only bones existed, he used his words to attack gods and demons who were no longer part of the astral.
“What on earth are you thinking when you do something like this?”
[Is it Gargon, the god of the earth?]
“Yes! “Why is the guardian of Middle-earth attacking us?”
[It is the will of the world.]
“We are the ones who created that world! But how come… … !”
[The will of Middle Earth is telling me to punish you.]
Gargon, the earth god, closed his mouth. The world he was talking about was an astral space. It was never referring to Middle Earth.
[I may be scattered and gone from here, but the will of Middle Earth still remains.]
The old race used words and muttered softly while being attacked by gods and demons.
Gargon, the earth god, let out a terrible scream and disappeared.
God and the devil ran away to escape the sacred space they had created. But their will was not granted.
This is because even though the medium connecting the worlds of Middle Earth and Astral disappeared, the space of the divine realm did not disappear.
It was the result of countless sacrifices. It was also the will of Middle Earth. The space created to demonstrate full power has now turned into a prison from which one cannot escape.
But that was only for a moment.
As the bodies of the old race become nothing but bones, the gods and demons cry out with joy.
“He will disappear!”
“Hold on just a little longer! No, attack!”
In the golden eyes of the old race, I saw gods and demons who had been reduced to mere insignificant beings.
How can they be said to be astral beings and gods and demons who are served by all living things when they are struggling so desperately?
[It’s pitiful. It’s insignificant. What made you like that?]
The old race pitied them.
From being a mere mortal to being reborn as a transcendent being to being served as a god, almost eons passed and nothing changed.
I was still greedy. I was still swayed by desire.
But I didn’t think it was bad.
Because there is no such thing as complete and perfect being.
If such a being had existed, imperfection would not have remained in the world.
[But your greed and desire brought about your own destruction.]
Eventually, the bones turn to powder and scatter, and the old race slowly begins to lose its existence.
The expressions of God and Devil become brighter.
[What a pity.]
The old race sighed. I can feel Middle-earth’s will becoming weaker as it approaches its end. I knew that there was not much time left to sustain his body, which had fallen into eternal sleep.
[Middle Earth’s will can no longer support me.]
Just then, there were several shadows reflected in the golden eyes. It wasn’t God and the Devil. They were mortals who were born on this land, raised on this land, and came to prevent the apocalypse by their own will.
[Was this also prepared?]
The old race gave them their power at the last moment.
fantasy,
