Survival Story Of A Sword King In A Fantasy World

The fundamental of Auror Operations is to concentrate and aggregate your Auror and turn it into a higher destructive force.

It also operates on the most basic techniques: Auror Armor, Auror Boost, and Auror Strike.

However, there is a limit to the destructive power of the opponent, which increases due to concentration.

That's why most audiences outside of this phase use focused audiences to pursue various ways of making a difference.

On the other hand, the Sword King immersed himself in the fundamentals.

Baotolt hates fancy skills or the way he misleads and defeats his enemies.

It was his belief that a true warrior should be struck head-on and beaten with courage.

I continued to increase my Aurora sheep, continued to increase my concentration and hung for life.

An endless concentration of so much aura creates a phenomenon that transcends common sense at some point.

The concentrated aura is suppressed by its own energy and condenses to a single point.

The energy of destruction to be processed to such an extent that the condensed error breaks through the threshold.

After an extreme performance, Baotolt eventually succeeded in controlling that energy in a concerted manner.

The whole body will become an armor of immortality. When the sword is swung, it will be a slash for all things. When it is scattered all around, it will be burned with meteor milk covering the earth.

Tuhon Baltaran.

His skill of projecting the ideals of the 'true warrior' he was seeking into reality came to light.

In addition, Baotolt, who climbed to the edge of Tuhon and was close to the true warrior, finally gained the 'true sword’.

The sword of the goddess who touches the sky.

Diastima.

It was the strongest ruby of the Sword King who cut off Crusmerg's breath.

After roughly explaining the feast of the double-edged king, Kibi said seriously.

“The three strongest men were certainly weaker than the baotolts. But that gap isn't that great. ”

Brainquistadors, acrimonies, and transcendents were also those who stood alongside the Black King as transcendents of tax.

“At least Baltaran needs to learn, even if it's too much for Diastima. Not even a battle will come to pass without that much. ”

Tuhon Baltaran's method of operation begins with the compression and collapse of the error beyond its limits.

This is how the Sword King likened him.

Break the mountain, put it in mustard seed.

Kivier explained that Ryuhanbin was ridiculous.

“.... Isn't it polite to ask if you can break the mountain first? ”

It's a kind of metaphor for smashing mountains, but the obvious thing is that a vast quantity of Aurora must be preceded by self-oppression.

In other words, if you don't have enough Auror, you can't even start.

“Well, let's try. ”

The backyard of the inn is protected by an artificial shield.

Pulling out power will not leak energy to the outside.

With Gigante in his arms, Ryuhanbin pulls up Aurora.

“Taaaaah!”

Do your best, pull all the aurors out.

The glorious red blade is dazzled by the blade of Aurora Gigante.

Ooooooooooooooo!

“Stay focused! ”

The Blade Aurora, which used to roam like a fire, was condensed and became a flashlight.

It was an impeccable concentration.

Now the fundamental method of operation is to come to a conclusion.

But that was all.

“I have no feeling that Auror condenses or condenses on its own. ”

I shouldn't have made a mistake.

Tuhon Baltaran's guilt lies in controlling the destructive power of the oppressed state with the intention of processing it.

In the first place, the phenomenon of coercion is not difficult.

If the Aura crosses the threshold, it's just by itself.

“You don't have enough Aura sheep. ”

Kivier said with a look that he thought he would.

Hanbin asked.

“So what do we do? Where do you have to settle down and sell out on performance? ”

“There's no time for that. ”

It is the Oral Lamb that the Sword King of Heaven has worked so hard for decades to reach.

I don't know how long it will take for the current Ryuhanbin to catch up with the land.

“They won't give you that much time. ”

Garhan and Genovia, with few years left.

I almost chased Hanbin's group to death, wherever he was hiding.

“Even if you find a way to hide well. ”

The cracks of the night continue to lead to the erosion of Omphalos.

This will leave an indelible scar on Latna after a few years.

Kivier mutters sadly.

“Why did they think they could handle the divinity of darkness? ”

At worst, I also had in mind how to give myself up and give the wisdom of the goddess to the three strongest.

If only that could keep Latna in balance.

But I can't do that.

True divinity can never be handled in an immortal spirit.

“What am I supposed to do? If you want me to be as strong as the Sword King, shouldn't I at least give you some time to catch up? ”

Hanbin grumbles as he reaps the blade error.

Kivier shook his hand.

“I don't make too many demands without measures. ”

It is only through your own efforts that you gain enlightenment and raise the level of swordsmanship.

“But……

A pale smile came to her mouth.

“If it's just about raising Aurora, there's a way. ”

The six goddesses who favor Latna are not directly involved in the world.

It is because if the power of the goddess comes directly to the material world, it greatly shakes the balance of the world.

Sometimes, however, there are catastrophes that cannot be overcome by the power of man.

In preparation for that, the goddesses laid their sacred parts on the ground.

For generations, the heroes of Sinai, who were chosen as the apostles of the goddess in the face of disaster, gained power through the goddess's sacraments to save Latna and bring peace.

Kibriel also kept his sanctuary on the ground.

The essence of the holy night, the heart of darkness.

“Hanbin, if that's the case, I can fill your shortage. ”

I looked out of the wagon in Kibi as I spoke.

The vast wilderness is full of sight.

There is nothing more to see in the Archery after Baotolt's death.

It is also dangerous to stay in one place for a long time because there is a tracker.

So Hanbin's group is now leaving Cercaltan and heading north.

“The Holy Grail of the Goddess......

Ryuhanbin leaned on the rocking wagon and lost his mind.

I've seen many legends and myths looking for holy swords, sacraments, etc..

“It's funny what you're looking for. ”

Kivier grumbles with a pointed face.

“This was the original plan! ”

From the beginning, she was thinking of going to take the heart of darkness after finding Baotolt.

No matter how strong the Sword King was, he would not be able to deal with the three strongest men at the same time, so he tried to raise his chances.

The reason why a Baltara warrior evades the Horse Tool is because he believes it is an evil object born of the spirit of Mpalos he drank.

If you are a goddess, there is absolutely no reason to refuse.

“By the way, seeing that Crusmurg even got rid of it, it might have been possible without the sacrament......

Anyway, it was clear that Ryuhanbin did not have a chance.

For now, it is essential to stick with any of the three strongest people.

“So now we're going to find the Heart of Darkness? ”

Just now, the artist and the alternate episode in the riding seat asked the question.

I couldn't write Golem Styd because of Ryuhanbin, Kivienna, and level problems, so I only had two horses.

Kivier shakes his head.

“Not yet. ”

The Heart of Darkness was located at the peak peak of the Keleb Mountains in the northernmost part of Latna.

However, Hanbin's group was not currently heading for the Keleb Mountains.

“There's someone I need to see first. ”

A small country to the north of Latna, a part of the Kingdom of Meran.

Numerous monsters were fighting against the human army in the darkened field of the night.

“Khhhh!”

“Blood! Human blood! ”

A werewolf monster, Wolfrian, roars and reveals his fangs.

Drothas, a bloody monster as dry as a mummy, flinches his red eyes with desire.

The soldiers wield their swords and use evil.

“Ugh! ”

“You monsters! ”

Soldiers continue to fall in front of the army of monsters pushed like the sea.

Knights of the Prelsis family have made contact.

“Hold on!”

“Don't give up! ”

“If we collapse here, the rest of us will be their food! ”

He who has those who need to be protected is strong.

Thinking back to the family, the soldiers again raised morale.

“Argh!”

However, the situation has not improved.

Most of the monsters that invaded were above level 40.

In comparison, the average level of soldiers was 20 before and 20 after the war.

Even the knights who led them barely exceeded level 30.

No matter how desperate death may be and how courageous it may be, it cannot overthrow the absolute power gap.

Over time, the number of fallen colleagues increases.

Your allies' blood splashes red on the field.

“Argh!”

“Argh

Nevertheless, the knights and soldiers did not retreat.

There was still hope for them.

“Hang in there, warriors of Prelcis! ”

A knight in his early twenties dug through the monsters.

“Just a little more, just a little more...

The commander and eldest son of Baron Prelcis, Marcus Catel Prelcis.

“He is coming! ”

Continuing, encouraging the soldiers, Marcus slashed the beast and slashed it again.

Then a huge shadow appeared before him.

“On the subject of the little man! ”

Giant Lizardman lowers a large halibut in his hand, a monster of the giant scale-covered swamp.

“I'll smash it in one shot! ”

Scary Marcus lifts the Kite Shield and blocks it.

But it was useless.

The shield smashes into the air, and he flies back.

Marcus' level was too crowded.

“Argh!”

The fallen Lizardman aims for him and takes down Halbird again.

There was no escape.

It was time for Marcus to utter his greed, looking at the death before his eyes.

“Damn it!”

Suddenly a white flashlight flew out of the air and struck Lizardman's head.

Perong

That's not all.

Subsequently, dozens of ectoplastic spears are spilled and bombarded.

Quack, quack!

One side of the rank of monsters collapses, with the sound of the heat and the screams of the monsters ringing loudly.

And a man showed up.

Kibriel's crested black coat was a mid-20s man.

A gorgeous blonde with green eyes, apparently dry, but with broad shoulders and a firm body, it proved to be quite a trained body.

The knights and soldiers cheered.

“You're here!”

“Leon Hart! ”

“Leon Hart is here! ”

Marcus, who came back from the dead, shouted in anticipation.

“Hundred!”

Looking back at him, Leonhard smiled softly.

“You have endured well, Marcus. ”

It is called a hundred for a young man in his 20s who only seems to be his age.

But no one takes this strangely.

He seemed young, but he was in his mid-40s.

Baron Prelsis' household is his brother.

A blessing of the third goddess, who was restored to her youth in recognition of her contribution to save Latna from the erosion of the world.

Leonheart Catel Prelcis began to live with a gaze for the forces of evil.

“I'll take it from here. ”