Final Chapter. Julian

Erti hurriedly responded to my words.

“To load the world, what does that mean?”

Even she, the Holy Sword, couldn’t immediately grasp my true intentions.

But I sensed it instinctively.

The current Siertia alone is no match for Pedro.

He has now surpassed the stages of Demon Fusion and Apostle, becoming an Apostle of Chaos.

As the incarnation of the Demon God Knoia, he is the one who carries out its will of destruction.

‘Attacks like the ones from just now will ultimately just be a repeat.’

Like during the fall of the ancient empire.

Even with the power of Jedin and Yunir, they couldn’t extinguish Knoia.

And as Pedro showed just now, even using the ultimate Lionheart Sword, he will survive.

From the start, that Knoia is a cluster made of intense hatred.

Existing for a long history, all the vengeful spirits of the old humanity are gathered within him.

That immense weight of evil cannot be handled by a single soul.

Even I, who am carrying the lives of so many on my shoulders right now.

‘So, there’s only one thing I need to do.’

I had to contain a weight greater than Essenmund, the Empire, or even the Demon King’s kingdom of Agriel.

The stage beyond those individual nations was, of course, the world.

That world was the will I had to load into Siertia.

Wajijijik-

In that brief moment, Pedro, having completed his revival, swung his hand at me.

He didn’t thrust a spear.

Just a light wave of his hand, yet everything in the space was broken down into atoms.

“That ignorant bastard…”

Erti’s muttering and my feelings were not much different.

‘I think I know why even the two main gods couldn’t stop Knoia.’

And I think I know why they couldn’t control that endless resentment and shattered it, sealing it in the outskirts of Islend.

The fierce battle continued.

The situation was that I was gradually being pushed back by Knoia.

Thus, the morale of the Demon Beast Army soared at once.

Geuooooooo-

The demon beasts roared.

As the transcendent-level demon beasts ignited their morale all at once.

The dark clouds of Demon Fusion Power covering the area grew even thicker.

And that reaction seems to have been instantly conveyed to the Allied Forces as well.

I could feel the trunk of the World Tree protecting the Allied Forces’ headquarters vibrating.

‘That won’t do.’

If humanity becomes afraid of that chaotic existence again.

The work of lighting the fire of hope through the current festival will be in vain.

At that moment, there was also a change in the Allied Forces’ headquarters.

Uuuuuuu-

A huge resonance sound was heard from that side.

A deep blue light spread out again from the trunk of the World Tree.

That was the primordial Mana that only the World Tree could create.

‘The fact that the World Tree reacted means…’

It meant that Lilia and my lovers were working hard.

I didn’t feel fear from that energy.

As expected, my lovers believed in me.

An absolute belief that I would never lose to Knoia.

“Foolish one. Are you still clinging to vain hopes!”

Kwajijijijik-

In the meantime, Pedro, having recreated his exclusive weapon, the Dragonslaying Spear, struck with it.

It wasn’t a horizontal spear strike.

It struck me vertically, like lightning striking the ground.

The speed was also instantaneous, like light.

“Danger…”

But even before Erti’s words could begin, I was already moving.

“Hmm? How did you avoid that? The current spear strike is a method that cannot exist in reality. I clearly didn’t shoot it, but created it…”

Pedro muttered in a puzzled voice.

He was right.

The attacker initiates an attack.

The most common rule of combat is that the started attack traces the path of the attack and hits the opponent.

But Pedro ignored even that common sense.

‘Like he said, since even that trajectory is omitted, it’s no different from creation.’

As an Apostle of Chaos who has already reached the stage of God, he ignored all those processes.

He only derives the result value of hitting.

So, reacting to the attack and avoiding it is impossible with common sense.

“I see. Yulian, you too are an existence who has entered the realm of God, albeit imperfectly like me. So, that means you avoided the attack with future prediction. Kukuku. Haha! You are indeed interesting! That even in this foolish humanity, which deserves to perish, there exists someone like you…”

Pedro, who had been puzzled, was rather delighted.

“That damn bastard…”

Erti was furious at that reaction. But I remained calm.

‘He’s quick to read even the future prediction.’

The evasion skill from just now was the flowering of the talent passed down from my mother.

Like Pedro’s confident reaction.

I saw in that instant my future being pierced by his attack.

“You have survived now. But in the end, the future where you, Yulian, and all of humanity accept the rule of a new god will never change!”

So, before that result value could be realized on the ground, I moved my body in advance.

The future prediction, inherited from the blood of my mother, the great saintess of prophecy, saved me.

But now that he has read my move.

Pedro will attack in another way.

‘As expected, this won’t do.’

Also, the existence of Chaos is the extreme of demon beasts.

As such, like the demon beasts that mimic and imitate everything of humanity.

If I swing the Lionheart Sword at him, he will avoid my attack with future prediction in the same way as me.

I had to find a new move.

I recalled the form of a new Lionheart Sword in my mind.

‘I have to load the world. Right now, that’s the only way.’

The weight of the vengeful spirits that Pedro possesses.

The reason he can possess the status of an Apostle of Chaos and a god is because he carries those billions of vengeful spirits in his body.

Unless that divine status is erased.

That battle of gods, which deviates from the causality of common sense, will continue.

‘I too have been granted divine status by the two main gods. But if it goes to a prolonged battle, I absolutely won’t be able to win.’

Even the dead humans are being used as demon beasts by the current Demon Beast Army.

If more time passes, there will be more demon beasts than humans left on the ground.

As such, Pedro must be defeated before the current festival ends.

The festival period was the maximum period for the humans of Islend to burn their will for the last time.

If that festival passes, the chances of winning will rapidly converge to 0.

‘So, the only way is…’

For me to confront him with the same level of divine status as Pedro.

It was a method of creating the same weight of divine status by loading the will of the vast world of Islend into Siertia.

‘That way, the two divine statuses will cancel each other out.’

If only I could do that.

I can face Pedro, who is already attacking in unimaginable ways that humans cannot even imagine.

In other words, it means pulling him back from the battle of gods to the realm of an equal human battle. In that human battle, I was confident that I wouldn’t lose to him.

I closed my eyes.

And the appearance of the world that the World Tree was conveying through Siertia.

I began to absorb it through the perception of God.

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I instantly fell into a world of selflessness.

Time stopped right now.

Only the current present, without past or future, is recorded in Siertia, and I read that present at the same time.

‘The will of the world…’

That was also the will of the new humanity living on this land of Islend.

All the scenery of Islend unfolded in my mind.

It was possible because the resurrected World Tree had taken root everywhere in Islend.

In that present, I saw the figures of soldiers.

Familiar soldiers of the Allied Forces. And soldiers in shabby armor in an unknown border village.

However, their wills were not different.

• I will definitely… survive. For my friend Royce… and for the comrades who died yesterday…

• Hope has not yet been extinguished. The heroes of the Empire from the Imperial Capital…

• Is it true that the successor of that border count is fighting the Demon God?

• If so, we too… we too have something to protect! We can never hand over the future of the village to the demon beasts!!

I could hear their voices.

At that voice, I clenched Siertia tightly.

Everyone had not given up.

Soldiers who had suffered from long wars due to demon beasts, rebellion, and civil war.

Their hearts could have been broken by despair, like the vengeful spirits inside Pedro.

Nevertheless, there were still many people who had not lost hope.

And that remaining hope was also what I had been doing for them until now.

‘Like my maternal grandfather. And like my predecessors of the Reinhardt line, including Sword Empress Aylin…’

It was also the reason why the Lionheart Sword exists.

Even in any despair.

The light created by the Lionheart Sword, like the sun, became the final lamp.

‘For those people now.’

Unlike the old humanity, who were intoxicated with the power of Mana, killed their own kind, and fell into despair due to that distrust of humans.

Even now, with the end imminent, those soldiers are holding swords.

They have something to protect.

And there was a future to protect.

I was standing in this place representing them.

‘Humans, each is the master of their own life.’

The master is the one who does not give up their own.

Those who have something to protect are the masters.

That is why they are fighting without despair.

The god I want to become was their master.

It means wanting to become the master of all masters.

Like Pedro or Knoia.

I didn’t want to become a pathetic master who commands slaves who have lost all will.

‘That is the world I want to create.’

And through the current festival, I was showing all the humans of Islend.

What they love.

What they have to protect.

Geuooooooo-

The World Tree and Siertia synchronized even faster.

At the same time, the lives of all the masters were engraved in my soul.

At this moment, I realized what the true god of humans is.

And I shouted to the world.

“I, the Lionheart Lord, will hold a sword with you all!”

That voice began to be conveyed to all of Islend through the World Tree.