episode_0173
by fnovelpiaThe battle that unfolded in Doomheim was fierce.
The dwarf side was led by two giant golems. Small golems followed behind.
Although it is small, it is a scientific entity with its interior filled with complex magical circuits. It is possible to fire magic in rapid succession simply by injecting it with magical power.
On the other hand, the giant golem has difficulty using magic, but dominates the battlefield with its overwhelming mass. It is not pushed back even in a fight with Skadia.
A legion of golems that make you feel strong and proud just by looking at them. Three masters follow them.
Hargran, the Berserker’s hammer optimized for battle more than any other Meister.
True to its name, Hargran is enjoying the fight rather than being nervous. He swings his hammer to shatter blocks of ice and slaps his tail.
Ulbram assists the rampaging Hargran.
Awaken the soul of weapons.
Each one performs its own role as if it were alive.
Shields form a temporary roof over the city, protecting it from falling rocks and dragon attacks.
A bow that automatically loads arrows and fires them all at once without a master. The weapon constantly strikes Skadia, disturbing her nerves.
Among them are common weapons, as well as many masterpieces made by artisans. They are of the same level or higher than the Heavenly Oath that Karami gave to Mirabelle.
It causes storms, strikes lightning, and spits out flames.
Even though he has a cursed weapon that he is forbidden to use, he is having a lot of fun at this moment. He engraves various curses on Skadia.
Of course, it wasn’t fatal damage because the opponent was the opponent, but it was definitely effective.
“These guys don’t even know fractions!”
An angry Skadia roars.
Claws that glow blue.
Skadia swings her forelegs.
Hargran, whose posture collapsed while trying to clear the ice, was struck by three blades that were as strong as a sword.
“Ugh!”
Hargran raises his guard with his hammer in a hurry. He grits his teeth in preparation for the next impact.
The moment when disaster is imminent.
Bam!
“Huh?”
Hargran froze.
Hargran, who had collided with the slash, was thrown back violently and crashed to the ground.
It was Assis’ ice shield.
It didn’t absorb all the shock, but it was much better than taking a direct hit.
“Ugh… Thank you, Princess.”
Assis, having confirmed that Hargran was safe, turned his attention to Skadia.
The situation is tense.
It was fortunate that the battlefield was Doomheim, otherwise the Scales of Power would have collapsed long ago.
Thanks to the heart of magmar.
The boiling heat greatly reduces the power of the cold.
And that’s what Skadia felt too.
That’s why mere mortals are at odds with him. That’s what must be done with that great furnace first.
Skadia has changed its target.
Heart of Magmar.
The spiritual pillar of the dwarves.
No magic used.
Just a regular body slam.
“That guy?”
“They’re aiming for Magmar’s heart! We have to stop them!”
But it can’t be stopped.
Golems are huge, but their movements tend to be slow.
I tried to set up a shield and create an ice wall, but I couldn’t respond to the weight that seemed to swallow up the space.
Skadia, who had destroyed all obstacles, collided with the furnace.
***
Perka climbed the stairs to the basement.
The steps were hasty.
My heart was pounding.
It was nothing else.
Because there was something I absolutely had to ask Torvar.
Why were you at home that day?
Is it really true what Karami said?
Right now.
“Huh…?”
After leaving the bunker and climbing up, Perka expressed his doubts about the picture that unfolded before his eyes. The scenery he had seen just before entering had changed significantly.
Smoky dust.
A broken iron wall.
Scattered boulders.
Above all, it was cool.
Doomheim is warm 24 hours a day, all year round.
It was not difficult to realize that the Heart of Magmar, the underground lighthouse that stood firm at the center of Doomheim, had collapsed.
Then what about Thorvar, who guarded the heart of Magmar?
“Dad… ?”
Perka’s face turned pale as he realized it. He ran up the broken stairs to the upper floor. There was frost on every step he took.
After slipping and falling, Perka climbed the stairs precariously and arrived at the entrance to the core room. As expected, it was an unsightly entrance.
The metal walls, made of the same material as the bunker, were not destroyed, but were dented.
Perka’s heart sank.
I banged on the dented metal door.
“Dad? Dad!”
“Get out of the way.”
“Yes?”
“Open the door and get out of the way.”
“Uh… .”
Perka, who took a break for a moment.
Soon the door rattled violently and opened.
Inside, Thorvar came out.
“Oh, Dad? Could it be a ghost…?”
“You turned your father into a ghost, have you ever seen such a fiery filial daughter? She’s burning so fiercely. You don’t need the heart of Magmar.”
A way of speaking that always provokes people with unnecessary remarks. Torvar was right.
There was some blood dripping from his forehead and some wounds here and there, but fortunately his life was not in danger.
“What happened? What about the dragon?”
“That guy slammed his head into the building. Why else would he come out?”
“That, that’s… .”
“I guess you couldn’t stand it anymore and came here to do something useless. This is not a place for you. Go back quickly.”
“What about dad?”
“I have to go back and light a fire.”
Perka stopped Torvar as he tried to return to the place where the sparks were. Torvar looked down at his daughter’s hand that was holding onto the hem of her clothes.
“Do I have to go?”
“What?”
“It’s too late. Can’t you see the ice? The embers have lost their power. There’s no use going now. You’ll just die.”
“You, what are you talking about now… .”
“I know. I know that too.”
Perka cut off the horse.
“But what if that little spark goes out? If it goes out, you can just light a new one. But a person’s life is over when it goes out. Is this little spark more important to you than your own life?”
“… … .”
Thorvar’s face turned cold. That was because it was a statement denying the life he had kept alive throughout his life.
Perka is also aware of this.
This is not it.
That’s not what I wanted to say.
But when I stand before Torvar, my mouth moves without my will. I can only say this.
Torvar sighed and turned his back on the group that didn’t know the time.
“Stop talking nonsense and go back. This isn’t a playground.”
Perka was aware that he was the problem, but on the other hand, he hated Torvar for not giving in. In the end, he was saying it out of concern for him, but he pretended not to listen.
That’s why Perkado was also angry. If Torvarga came out like this, I had my thoughts too. I just sat down on the floor.
“I won’t go until my dad goes.”
“What?”
“If something goes wrong, it’s because of my dad’s stubbornness.”
“You…!”
When Torvar was about to press on.
Kuung…!
The vibration went off.
Torvar and Perka’s bodies shook violently.
The outside view through the gap in the building.
Skadia opened her mouth wide.
The air is sucked into my mouth like a black hole.
An illusion of spatial distortion.
It was a precursor to Dragon’s Breath.
The target is the heart of Magmar.
The intention was to completely extinguish the spark.
“Go quickly. Go quickly!”
“I don’t like it! If Dad doesn’t go, I won’t go either!”
“This kind of… .”
A time-critical situation.
Perka is a reckless person.
It’s already too late to go down to the bunker.
The area affected by the breath is all of Doomheim.
There is nowhere to escape.
No, there was one place.
“Ugh?”
Torvar grabbed Perka roughly and yanked her towards the core room where the fire was. Perka fell to the floor with a thud.
“Sigh!”
Torvar closes the door immediately. He braces his body against the metal door and pushes with all his might, forcing the dented door in.
A door blocks the core room and the entrance.
“Dad! Dad!”
Perka, who woke up a beat late, tried to push the door open, but it didn’t budge because Torvar was pushing it from outside.
“Open this!”
“Do you think I’ll open it if you tell me to? Don’t say anything and just go right next to the fire. It’s so hot, I’ll protect you.”
“Dad too. Dad can come in too, right?!”
“You reckless brat. How can you close the door when it’s broken? Someone has to push it from the outside.”
“Dad!”
Torvar ignored Perka’s desperate pleas.
Something was coming to his mind.
-If parents don’t tell their children, they will never know.
Why is it that the last thing that comes to mind is that kid’s face?
But it didn’t seem like it was wrong.
Even at times like this, a reckless child cannot understand his parents’ feelings.
Torvar spoke softly.
“I’m sorry.”
“Dad… ?”
“Where are the parents who don’t love their children? You stupid guy.”
Torvar thought of Perka behind the door.
I’m sure you’ll just blink like an idiot with your eyes wide open.
And then I came to my senses belatedly.
“Dad! Dad!”
I’ll call you by screaming like a child.
Torvar smiled bitterly.
“That’s much better to hear than imitating a man who can’t do anything, you punk.”
“Dadaaa!”
Meanwhile, Skadia finished preparing Breath.
A flash of light.
A pure white ice ray was shot out.
Thorvar posed facing Breath. The dwarf’s misguided craftsmanship was that since he was going to be an ice sculpture, he wanted to do it in a cool pose.
It was the moment when the ice breath reached Magmar’s heart.
“Shield is out!”
A dwarf man appears with a curious cry and blocks Torvar’s path.
A dark, earth-colored light shaped like a giant shield appeared ahead.
Quagagagagagak!
The shield and breath clashed. Ice streams and debris poured out in all directions.
Torvar’s eyes widened.
I blinked like an idiot.
“Hey, buddy! What’s that pose? You didn’t call that a pose, did you? Don’t you lack spirit, spirit!”
“Roxar?”
The impregnable wall that the dwarves are proud of.
Guardian of the unshakable land.
It was the appearance of Roxar, the shield of the earth.
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