Love Letter From The Future-Chapter 385: Bread and Dagger (83)

Holy Bullets rained down alongside the blizzard.

Every time the white light clusters hit directly, a sound of flesh searing followed. The bubbling, proliferating flesh burst open, spreading a foul stench.

It was a hideous yet captivating scene, similar to the feeling of bursting a cluster of insect’s eggs

If one had a strong stomach, it was a sight one could watch all day.

There wasn’t just Holy Artillery pouring from the sky.

Arrows, lightning, anything that could be used as a weapon was being deployed. This was truly a ‘total war’—an all-out aerial assault.

It was a scene that shouldn’t have been possible to orchestrate.

“What nonsense......!”

Even Leoric, who was driven mad with frenzy, had to bite his tongue. Well, anyone with even a shred of reason left would have to realize it.

The area occupied by the boiling flesh was enormous.

Even accounting for the time lost dealing with the serpent’s head, I was an Expert-level warrior. It took several hours of full-speed running for someone of that caliber to reach the center.

This was probably the heart of the coniferous forest.

Though not visible now, the flesh bulging out here and there hinted at the debris of fallen trees. It was a distance typically considered impossible even for sniping.

Yet, Leoric was now facing a barrage of all kinds of firepower imaginable.

This was an undeniable reality. It wasn’t even the outskirts of enemy territory, but the center—there was no need to mention how crucial it was to strike here.

I stood far back, retracing my memories.

Yes, it was that night.

The night I shared a bed with Senior Delphine for the second time.

After all the passionate moments ended, the blonde woman had to bury her face in my chest. Even her exhausted panting was intoxicating.

With a faint smile, she spoke to me.

“It was worth all the trouble to claim you, wouldn’t you say, my dear husband?”

I silently stroked Senior Delphine’s hair. Her seductive legs traced lines across my body. Not to mention her breasts transmitting their warmth directly against my arm.

Tonight too had been impulsive.

But it was worth even more than that, so I smiled wryly and said:

“If someone saw this, they’d think I was a kept man.”

“I don’t keep such things as kept men.”

Her snow-white index finger playfully traced my chest and eventually reached my Adam’s apple.

After watching me for a while, Senior Delphine burst into a bright smile.

It was a pure smile.

Evidence of happiness, without any calculation or ulterior motive mixed in.

Objectively speaking, the reality me and Senior Delphine were in was utterly bleak.

Still, I wanted to believe. That Senior Delphine and I deserved to enjoy this momentary happiness. Senior Delphine especially —hadn’t she suffered far too much pain already?

Some of it was inflicted by me, but.

Looking back, it was a relationship that made me break out in a cold sweat. freёnovelkiss.com

Why was I so violent back then?

It really wasn’t my fault, truthfully.

Senior Delphine was the one who had done wrong. If I was guilty of anything, it was only that I responded to that with a little too much violence

Like leaving countless axe marks on this jade-like skin.

Thinking about it again, I really was trash.

Before Senior Delphine could reach a similar conclusion, I quickly changed the subject.

“Come to think of it, how did you manage it?”

Those vivid blood-red eyes blankly stared at me. Somehow finding that sight cute, I chuckled..

Should I pinch her cheek once?

Of course, for the sake of Senior Delphine’s last bit of pride, I deliberately didn’t put it into action.

“I mean, how did you... with such severe injuries....”

“I paid a hefty price.”

With a meaningful smile, Senior Delphine said that.

“Have you heard of transfer magic?”

After that, Senior Delphine gave a brief explanation.

In short, there exists magic that connects one place to another.

It seemed like impressive magic even at first glance, but it wasn’t without its drawbacks.

First, precise coordinate setting was essential. Even the slightest error could be fatal, and accuracy dropped further as the number of moving targets increased.

In other words, only a small number of people could benefit from it.

Moreover, the cost was astronomical. One could guess its value, if even Senior Delphine used the word ‘burden’.

That was when it hit me.

What if coordinate confusion didn’t matter?

For example, when transferring inanimate objects of low value. There’s no worry about losing lives and, even if they end up somewhere unknown, losses can be minimized.

And if the number is overwhelmingly large.

It was a plan devised using long-distance communication magic with Leto.

In return, I had to listen to his long-ass speech, but I was able to come here with my own conviction.

This method was especially useful when dealing with Leoric.

BANG—an explosion erupted from the base of the flesh.

Flesh that encountered Holy Power turned white and scattered. It was the result of holy bullets displaced inside the flesh due to transfer magic coordinate confusion.

Again, the area covered by the bubbling flesh was super wide.

Thanks to this, even if the coordinate confusion occurred, there was little chaos. Sometimes, the side effects would even act as an advantage.

“KYAAAAAAAAGH!”

Leoric now rolled his eyes back and cried out in pain.

The white light covering his eyes gradually increased in brightness and it soon became so intense it seemed like it would pierce through Leoric’s skull at any moment.

The bombardment continued for a long time, but Leoric’s main body was still intact.

He screamed in pain, but that was all.

“Life, life, LIFE! Pain, suffering... How terrible, Immanuel! The Lord has given me trials; He commands me to live!”

I quietly tightened my grip on the hatchet’s handle.

I didn’t think it would end like this.

Everyone knew this fact. Although we were bombarding the center of the flesh mass, that didn’t necessarily mean victory.

The center of the boiling flesh always had the possibility of shifting.

Its unlimited regenerative ability was threatening. The Corpse Giant was enough proof of that. On top of that, Leoric had one more terrifying characteristic.

He could use the devoured corpses as prosthetic bodies.

It meant he could swap out his main body at will. Furthermore, according to recent reports, he seemed to be acquiring the abilities of the corpses he consumed.

The latter was the main problem I was worried about.

Thump, thump, thump.

As his main body crumbled, several chunks of flesh began to approach me. They looked as clumsy as clay molded by a child at first, but with each step their outlines became clearer.

Death approaches.

Death throes repeatedly echoed. With each fragmented scream that rang out, faces twisted and new ones appeared.

It was Leoric.

“Oh, oh... what... a... sad... fate!”

Not even the sound of footsteps remained.

I immediately followed the breathing technique I learned from the elves. As my breathing rapidly decreased, my presence instantly faded.

They were elf swordfighters.

But the truly terrifying reason lay elsewhere.

Amidst the rain of Holy Bullets, one of them stuck their tongue out.

Inside, the hideous flesh revealed itself.

It was the ‘Blessing’. As long as it wasn’t a corpse, the flesh monster could fully replicate the abilities of the ‘prosthetic bodies’ it absorbed.

And the abilities of the ‘Blessing’ were limitless.

It was power received from the Evil God in exchange for their souls. Naturally, its might was terrifying. As if to demonstrate this, a pitch-black hemisphere began forming in the sky.

BOOM, BOOM!

The hemisphere barrier shook like it was about to collapse at any moment. Yet it showed no immediate signs of breaking. I drew my sword and hatchet.

This was the final struggle.

A fierce curve was drawn on my lips.

“Bring it on, you fuckers.”

And then, sword met sword.

It was as if the blade itself was bleeding.

Amidst the sparks flying in my vision, I desperately hoped.

That what I had been waiting for was approaching.

That expectation was not betrayed.

Whoosh—the world began to lose its color.

A colorless night began.

This was the true final battle.

***“Yurdina never loses.”

The sword fight drags across the snow field. Had anyone seen it, they might have scolded that it didn’t even meet the basics of swordsmanship.

Whether it was the blade or the tip, the fact that it was an edge remained unchanged.

It was common sense that the more you drag it on the ground, the duller it becomes. In a swordsman’s duel where a minute’s difference decides everything, such carelessness was unthinkable.

But the opponent was no amateur.

“It’s the law of the North... I don’t think it’s wrong. It’s the way our distant ancestors created and believed to be right.”

Marquis Yurdina

A monster on the verge of becoming a Master.

He completely suppressed the elves’ multiple attacks that struck the North and drove them into the coniferous forest. Amongst the Five Noble Houses of the Empire, he was a renowned general whose military might was ranked at the top along with Duke Lupermion.

Delphine steadied her breath.

I will win.

“So, prove it.”

I will be victorious.

“Prove that you are worthy to be Yurdina’s master.”

Across the snow field, Yurdina faced Yurdina.

It was the battle of a lifetime.