episode_0193

‘It’s difficult… .’

As Hashall expected, Wallenstein, who was observing the battle while hiding among the knights, was clearly showing his bewilderment.

“Ahahahahaha!”

Every time the red monster laughs like crazy and swings its arms, a fountain of blood spurts out like hot spring water, staining the air.

Drinking the pouring blood, chewing and swallowing the torn flesh, tearing off the internal organs and scattering them, Orhan’s daughter was running wild like a monster, throwing away all pretense until now.

“Aaagh!”

“Ugh, uhhh!”

“Geeee!”

The knights’ spears and swords were frightened and held on to their masters.

The incapacitated men look at the monster in front of them with despairing expressions, and then scream as their faces are torn off.

Hashalr showed shocking brutality by cutting people into pieces and blowing them up.

Perhaps because her interest now shifted from killing enemies to tormenting them, she was not killing them easily.

All I could do was turn it into something that would make me scream for death.

It’s like a starving cat running wild and then just playing with its prey once its stomach is full.

It was as if a handful of clay had been given to a child.

Kneading it into dough, tearing it apart with your fingertips, crushing it with force, and even mixing it up by connecting several lumps together.

Before she knew it, her surroundings were filled with crude crafts that looked like those made by children at an orphanage.

It was a prank that everyone must have done at least once in their childhood. Except for the minor difference that the material is people.

The stench of internal organs and blood was everywhere, so much so that I could taste it every time I took a breath.

“Uwaeeek!”

Someone who couldn’t bear it vomited violently, adding to the stench.

Among these people, it could be said that they had the strongest mental power, considering that they still had the ability to make a decision.

The reactions to the articles Wallenstein scanned were varied.

A person who drops his sword and sits down trembling.

A person who grins and laughs like he’s crazy.

Even those who mutter God’s name with blank expressions seem to think it’s a nightmare rather than reality.

Even though the woman who had turned her comrades into flesh statues was within reach, no one was wielding a sword.

Those with that level of courage… Because he had already been caught swinging his sword and had become a part of that tragedy.

All of this happened just one minute after Hashalir entered the siege.

No one had even thought about why Lord Wallenstein did not come forward.

They were just trembling and denying reality with empty heads.

—-

‘You’re a completely different person than before. Was I hiding my skills and true nature until right before my death? ‘For what?’

Although he looked like he had lost his temper and was going crazy, Wallenstein was not fooled.

Because my skills in dealing with karma and the tactics I chose were actually sharper than before I was seriously injured.

Blue eyes repeatedly scan the air, as if wary of being fatally wounded in a surprise attack by a ghost sword.

While plowing the entire area, the surrounding area is always filled with enemies so that there are no gaps for Wallenstein to dig in.

Clearly, it was a countermeasure targeting the ghost sword.

If this had been the case, it would have been tantamount to suicide.

No matter how fast and strong she is, she won’t be able to block all attacks coming from all directions.

In fact, before being seriously injured by the ghost sword… When I fell in the middle of the knights, I was pushed back helplessly, barely able to block and repel even the attacks of fifteen men.

But it was different now.

Without saying a single word, it howls like an animal, tearing people to pieces and eating them.

A strategy to decorate oneself with a sense of strangeness and fear, thereby breaking the knights’ morale and disrupting their judgment.

This was not possible for a madman.

That cruelty should not be considered a loss of sanity, but a cool-headed judgment.

As you can see, the effect was clear.

The knights, whose fighting spirit had collapsed, let alone their connection with each other, no longer posed any threat.

There were three reasons why Wallenstein remained silent and observed the war situation.

First, analyzing Hashal’s sudden change in skills.

This was slowly being figured out.

The skills, daring, and judgment in dealing with karma have increased rapidly, but the power itself has actually fallen compared to before.

It only stopped the bleeding, but the effects of the injury still remained, and although the power it possessed was handled more delicately, the power itself did not increase.

The second reason was the need to increase the scale of damage to some extent.

Since I didn’t even try to kill the knights earlier, I changed my mind to just suppressing them… For the original plan, some knights had to be sacrificed.

The result went better than expected.

Now that she has revealed to the world a cruelty that would make even monsters shake their heads, her evaluation will plummet to the ground if she leaves behind those who will testify.

Leopold, who took the side of the monster, will also be in the middle of the controversy.

Thirdly, the strategy she adopted actually struck the ghost sword’s weak point.

‘Did you realize the weakness of the ghost sword just by seeing it a few times…? ?No, no matter how genius he is, there is no way he could do something like that at that age. I guess Orhan taught me.’

Wallenstein raised his sword and glared at Hashall with cold eyes.

—-

His statement piece, the ghost sword.

It was a technique that Wallenstein, who had already reached the limit of mastery in his mid-30s, looked beyond and achieved.

The master’s soul permeates the next level of mastery, the level of heroism.

The life he lived and the ideals he hoped for begin to materialize in reality.

Wallenstein did the same.

A life lived like a great knight and seeker, without revealing a maniacal desire for a higher state or a nature that does not know loyalty or humanity.

A life full of deception seeped into the karma he had accumulated.

His karma deceives the world.

The power to spread the karma of deception throughout the body and deceive the world so that it does not recognize it even though it clearly exists.

That was the first page of the heroic narrative that Wallenstein obtained.

At first, it was an extremely immature technology.

You can only drastically reduce its presence when it is still, but when it starts moving, its location is immediately revealed due to the sound and wind.

Wallenstein constantly improved the ghost sword.

I believe that it will be a clue to advance to the next level.

Years later, when I encountered Orhan.

His karma had completely erased sounds and smells.

It couldn’t eliminate the tremor in the air, but Orhan wasn’t sensitive enough to detect it.

If Orhan’s level had been a little lower, he would have died that day like a dismembered animal.

A body that was harder than steel and hard to cut.

Perhaps that was the beginning of Orhan’s heroic narrative.

‘That was the limit.’

Wallenstein, recalling old memories, gritted his teeth.

After that, I went through repeated hardships for an infinitely long time… Neither his level nor the performance of his ghost sword had improved at all.

Rather, even his skills began to deteriorate due to his body starting to age.

As if this was the end of the realm allowed to him.

When I didn’t know the reason, I prayed earnestly to the gods and repeated training that bordered on self-abuse.

The moment I found out the truth… He poured out a curse filled with hatred towards Elfinel.

and.

Not long ago, his sword finally advanced once again for the first time in decades.

Suddenly, without even an opportunity, as guaranteed by those who taught the truth.

A true ghost sword that can even deceive the flow of air.

It was difficult to say that it was completed, as the visual alone could not deceive yet… That too wasn’t much left.

The day when one layer of the world’s restrictions was peeled away.

Convinced, Wallenstein joined them.

To advance to the next level before my aging body runs out of strength.

—-

Because the technology was not yet perfected, the ghost sword had clear weaknesses.

In order to activate, you need to be out of the enemy’s line of sight… .

The more obstacles there are around, the more karma is consumed.

It was only natural that the number of factors that had to be deceived increased.

Therefore, whenever Wallenstein went into battle, he cleverly guided the situation so that the enemy would not remember this.

This battle was also the same.

When I first showed off the ghost sword, I deliberately hid in the crowd, approached it quietly, and spoke to it calmly.

As if there were no problems in activating the ghost sword even if there were a lot of people around.

In fact, if he had swung his sword in that situation, he would have cut down the other knights before Orhan’s daughter.

It was only after sufficient space was secured that the ghost sword was started and swung in earnest.

The reason I released the ghost sword for a moment in the middle was to create a natural environment for one-on-one fighting and prevent interference from obstacles.

In fact, Orhan’s daughter, who seemed to have been completely fooled, attacked without any doubt and was fatally injured.

However, now the situation on the battlefield has completely changed.

Because he had crazy knights standing up like shields, it was impossible for Wallenstein to move at high speed.

Even if they rushed in and cut down the knights, it didn’t mean much.

The ghost sword only deceives its own existence, and its effects cannot be applied to the knights it cuts down.

Just by looking at the knights who suddenly fall, you can probably predict the direction in which he is moving.

Because of the blood and internal organs pouring down like rain, his strength would also be greatly consumed every time he activated the ghost sword.

‘That’s great. It would have been dangerous if Orhan had come out using that method.’

okay.

If it were Orhan.

Finally, after thinking about it, Wallenstein rushed towards Hashall.

Pushing away the knights standing in a daze with his body, covering his body with pouring blood, he went straight ahead without a moment of hesitation.

The ghost sword had been completely dismantled.

“Haaap!”

“Kyaaaat!”

Hashall, who spotted Wallenstein charging at him, let out a ferocious roar and swung his sword.

– Quaaa!

Jin bursts into laughter as his longsword and black iron longsword clash violently.

A shock wave swept through the surroundings, scattering blood and internal organs on the floor in all directions.

The knights, overcome by momentum, fell helplessly.

And then, a sword bounces away due to the force.

A black iron sword wrapped in red energy. It was Hashal’s.

Perhaps for the first time, it was the sight of her sword being pushed aside in a pure struggle of power.

Wallenstein smiled coldly.

“Okay. You are only Orhan’s daughter, you are not Orhan.”

If it had been Orhan, he would not have suffered such serious injuries, and even if he had been injured, he would have been crushed to death if he had been confronted in this way.

But she was not Orhan.

Now, in terms of sheer strength, Wallenstein had the upper hand.