episode_0153
by fnovelpiaPeeing!
A small dot condensed into Asia.
The frosty light flashes for a moment, then a flash of light covers the castle.
As the light gradually fades, the transformed battlefield comes into view.
The entire citadel was frozen by an unknown cold spell, and all but a few powerful orcs were turned into ice statues, unable to resist.
The dark orc colony was bathed in the winter light of ice.
It wasn’t like a runaway.
The threatened slaves were safe, and Karami was unaffected by the cold. Assis clearly understood who he had to protect from whom.
“Haa… … .”
And the center of the ice citadel.
Assis exhaled, releasing steam.
Shards of ice swirl around her, the hem of her dress becoming a thin film of ice.
At first glance, it seemed like there was no significant difference from before except for its appearance, but an unmistakable determination was embedded in its blue pupils.
That was the fighting spirit that Balkrush had been trying to unearth from Assis. It must have worked out just as he had hoped, but Balkrush couldn’t laugh it off.
Because alarm bells were ringing in his head.
What has changed?
Even if you look, you can’t tell.
But it is clearly different from before.
It’s a far cry from a soulless doll.
Balkrush took up his battle stance, his axe in hand.
Assis staring at Zigsibalcrash.
Knock-knock- He tilts his head for a moment, then lowers his posture and kicks his feet. He slides across the ice like he’s skating.
Balkrush’s uppercut, raising his axe towards the sky. Asis blocks it by holding his sword horizontally.
Ice swords and double-edged axes clash, signaling the resumption of battle in a world frozen in metal.
Balkrush’s muscles swell. He presses down hard, putting weight on Assis as if trying to pin him to the floor.
Kookung.
The ground sank under the force, and cracks appeared in the ice. Even though his body was on the verge of being nailed to the ground, Asis did not give in.
The same goes for the ice sword in its original form. The thin sword does not back down from the double-edged axe as if it is responding to its master’s firm will.
Instead, it penetrated the double-edged axe, seeping cold air. Frost began to form as if eating away at the axe’s blade.
“Huh?!”
Balkrush’s pupils dilated. His expression of bewilderment was evident.
The double-edged axe is strengthened red by the magic of Balkrush. It is frozen by Assis’ magic.
Assis didn’t miss the moment when Balkrush was flustered. The axe seemed to be slightly pushed, and then he swung his sword in an instant to deflect the axe.
It was the first time this had happened since Assis and Balkrush began their battle. It was almost like the beginning of a sign that the ending would change.
Assis opened his eyes.
“Be prepared.”
He erased everything from his sight except the enemy in front of him and made his expression disappear.
“Get on the gear!”
Balkrush swung his axe diagonally. The axe cut the air meaninglessly over Assis’ head, who was lowered to the ground.
Assis stretched out his arm and thrust his sword into the center of Balkrush’s exposed chest.
Kook.
A magical barrier that no matter how much a human trains, they cannot obtain. The sword digs into skin that was previously difficult to even scratch.
This has been confirmed.
Assis is stronger than before.
The Holy Grail responded to her desire.
“Um… .”
Balkrush frowns and drools.
It wasn’t a fatal wound.
It’s just a minor scratch to Balkrush.
But it wasn’t a good sign.
I held the blade in my hand to prevent it from digging any further. It was impossible to break it, so I pulled out the sword and threw it at Assis.
Assis, floating in the air, spins around and around. Underneath her feet, a path of ice is laid out in the air to prevent the Ice Princess’s feet from slipping.
Assis, who had been slipping on the ice, advances once again.
“You’re squirming like a rabbit!”
Balkrush swings his axe horizontally to the ground. A dull crack resonates that is enough to make your ears vibrate. Assis, lightly stepping on his foot, steps on the axe and jumps.
It seemed as if he was jumping over Balkrush’s head with a graceful movement while tumbling, but then he stepped on a stepping stone that appeared without fail and grabbed the rear in an instant.
Absurdity that ordinary people cannot follow.
This is a series of movements that only Assis, who manipulates ice like limbs, can perform.
Assis, who hastily took control of Balkrush’s rear, launches a series of merciless attacks. The balance of Balkrush tilts forward due to the barrage of sword attacks from the rear.
“Ugh! Stop being a jerk!”
Balkrush unleashes a ferocious explosion of magical power. Red energy bursts out fiercely and a storm rages.
A split second decision.
Assis pushes Balkrush’s back, uses it as a stepping stone to jump backwards and lands softly.
“Ughhh… .”
Balkrush breathes through his shoulders.
Shake your body a lot.
A red haze of light swirls around, and steam rises above the skin.
The momentum has become even stronger.
It was the orc king’s rampage.
Assis doesn’t rush in recklessly, but looks for a way out. Balkrush’s body is a weapon from head to toe. If he gets hit directly, the battle ends there.
Avoid head-on confrontations.
Take advantage of an opening.
Force a square.
Magic activation.
Ice thorns extending from Assis rush towards Balkrush at a fierce speed.
“Useless work!”
Balkrush clenched his fist and swung his arm. The thorns broke and shards flew everywhere. Balkrush’s shape was engraved in countless pieces of ice.
New ice spikes sprout from the broken shards.
The number is roughly ten.
Ten thorns shoot out to blow holes in Balkrush’s body. But this time too, the thorns are helplessly broken by Balkrush’s punches.
And one more time.
The ten fragments grow into a hundred, and new thorns grow from the hundred fragments. Thorns grow from the pillars of thorns, and from the thorns that have grown, more thorns grow.
Balkrush was unable to remove all of the nearly infinite thorns.
The ground beneath my feet is already frozen solid, making it difficult to take a single step. When I try to swing my arms, the ice that has risen from the ice rink pulls my arms back.
Interference from all sorts of things.
As if the element of ice had a will of its own, it actively assisted Assis. When he came to his senses, the entire battlefield was filled with ice thorns.
Thorns surrounded Balkrush’s body from all sides, as if sewn by a sewing machine.
A cramped space where it was difficult to move even a hand. Balkrush, trapped inside, couldn’t move an inch.
The front of such a Balkrush.
Assis rushed into the artificial blind spot created by the thorns. The thorns that had not allowed Balkrush even the slightest movement opened up a path.
Phew.
The ice sword imbued with frosty magic once again aims for Balkrush’s chest. It connects with the previous wound and digs in deeper.
“Ugh… !”
What I feel is hot pain, but more than that, a cold chill spreads through the wound.
Balkrush, who had his sword in his hand, brought down his axe with his other hand. Assis did not hesitate and stepped back, giving up his sword.
If you were a little injured and took the sword, it would be an exchange for giving your hand to Balkrush.
Damn.
The sword that was stuck disappears and reappears in Assis’ left hand. All that is left for Balkrush is a wound. It was an absurd result that made a sigh of despair escape.
The battle, which was as cold as ice, continued.
Assis narrowly avoids the red flash and fires his sword light.
Speed, magic, and even swordsmanship all increased by leaps and bounds. Countless wounds were left on Balkrush’s body, and blood gushed out from all over his body.
However, no blood touched Assis. The hot blood fell like ice streams.
A performance where ice and sword sing.
The roar of Balkrush adds a majestic accompaniment.
Balkrush, whose entire body was covered in blood and wounds. The giant that seemed as if it would never fall finally staggers.
“Haa… Haa… .”
Asies, who had pushed Ork King Balkrush to the edge of the cliff, catches his breath.
Assis’ magic is so mysterious that it goes against the very foundations of the magic system, but it is not omnipotent.
It is the law of nature that magic is consumed when casting magic. Especially, transformation of magic outside the standard, such as Asies, requires the consumption of even greater magic.
He continued to cast spells without stopping.
The backlash steadily piled up against Assis.
The next attack will be decisive.
They had a silent conversation with each other.
and.
Kugu-kung──!
The first one to move was Balkrush.
Gather all the strength in your body.
The red magical power unique to the light warrior.
But Oak King’s was out of the ordinary.
A black color mixed with an ominous aura.
Magical power sweeps like a whip.
The ice rink that collides with magic breaks and collapses.
Balkrush, who had bent his knees to lower his center of gravity as much as possible and gathered strength, leaped up toward the sky. It was a leap close to an emergency that was hard to imagine for such a massive body.
“Can this really be avoided!”
Balkrash, who was perched high in the sky, pushed his axe back to its limit.
All your effort.
Power stump.
The Orc King’s fatal blow, which had reduced countless cities to dust, exploded over Assis’ head.
Assis had a gut feeling.
That can’t be stopped.
You can’t stop that.
You can’t avoid it. The aftermath of the attack will be felt throughout the entire citadel. If Assis avoids, not only the slaves, but even Karami will be swept away.
What should I do?
While Assis hesitates, Balkrush begins to fall. A guillotine-like blow that splits the world in half.
Assis, who was worried.
Took.
I flew my body.
The atmosphere freezes, creating a foothold in the air, and Assis moves up the platform.
‘Up. Higher.’
Before the Balkrush falls.
The moment when Assis, who had ascended into the sky, and Balkrush, who was falling, intersect. Assis slightly dodges to the side and climbs on top of Balkrush.
“What?!”
Wingless creatures are not free to move through the air, unless they can freely use magic like Assis.
There was no way for Balkrush to shake off Assis. He continued to fall with Assis on board.
Balkrush’s back, which was touching Assis, began to freeze. Balkrush’s face turned bewildered at the cold sensation.
“Get off me, you leech bitch!!!”
Balkrush’s magical power explodes, creating a storm. A scar appears on Assis’ face and his blue-white hair flutters wildly.
Assis did not fall. He quietly gathered his remaining magic power. The crimson magic power of Balkrush was softly covered with a winter-like blue frost-colored magic power.
The back of the frozen Balkrush.
He aimed the tip of his sword at where his heart would be.
Calmly.
Yet firmly.
“People… … are being punished for bullying.”
I conveyed my will.
“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! ”
Balkrush’s screams did not reach Assis’ frozen heart.
Without stopping, the red and blue meteor crashed down to the ground. The moment the snow dust exploded and the aftermath of the crash destroyed the citadel.
Bam!
The ice rose.
Like a flower welcoming winter.
The flower bud closed its mouth and wrapped around the two people, absorbing the shock of the explosion. At the center of the flower bud was an ice sculpture of Balkrush with a pierced heart.
He froze with his mouth and eyes wide open, an expression of shock on his face.
“Haa… … .”
Assis took a deep breath and let out a tired exhale. As if her strength had run out, the tiara sparkled and then scattered in a halo with a crackle.
Assis stood up and looked around. The prisoners were just gaping, but fortunately the ice absorbed the impact, so no one was harmed.
Assis turned his gaze to them and met Karami’s eyes. Karami, who had been watching him, smiled and waved his hand.
Assis, who had been staring at it, carefully raised his hand and moved it with very subtle movements.
Gently, gently.
Like flower petals fluttering.
slowly.
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