The Great Sword is not the Main Body!-Chapter 129: Valoran Conquest (3)

Boom-!

The fire, as if it were swallowing all the air in the area, soared upwards.

This makes the sixth one.

“Phew...”

I grabbed a handful of barely any oxygen and straightened my posture.

Normally, phase two would have started by now... but for some reason, this feels tougher than in the game Valoran.

Also, it's always uncomfortable not knowing how much stamina I have left.

Thud-

The sound of horseshoes, signaling Valoran's next attack, shattered my thoughts.

Slash-!

The horseshoes fell like an executioner’s blade, followed by exploding magic orbs, magic circles blooming on the ground, and a greatsword surging through space.

I quickly calculated and drew the optimal path for evasion.

Two steps back. The horseshoe fell, creating a huge crater right in front of me. Two steps to the right. Magic exploded, scattering my clothes as it burned away. Three steps forward. The magic circle approaching under my feet began to fade. I bent my body and swung my greatsword upwards.

Clang-!

A tingling sensation spread across my body as the greatsword that had been hidden behind me bounced back. Immediately, I used the recoil to jump and evade the magic circle, stabilizing my body with fierce energy.

I stepped forward in a steady posture. While maintaining a razor-thin gap with the magic circle, I continued forward.

“Ugh-!”

I leaned back. A scythe made of magic brushed past my forehead with a sound that felt like my eardrums would burst.

“Huff-!”

I took in a sharp breath as I threw my body forward.

Boom-!

A pillar of fire erupted from the spot I had just been standing.

This time, I failed.

[Doesn't it feel like it’s getting faster?]

“Phew... I, I think so-!”

Whoosh-!

I stopped mid-sentence and crouched down to dodge the sharp magic fang.

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With the same posture, I stomped down and scattered my greatsword. The subsequent fangs that followed got sliced, creating a fog of magic.

Holding my breath, I blew away the fog with my blood energy and threw two daggers, which had been hanging at my waist, to the ground. Thud-!

The two daggers embedded themselves into the magic circles rushing towards me. Boom-! A massive wall of flames erupted.

I corrected my stance. The horse's muscles contracted as I felt it through my senses, and with a reverse grip on Freya, I swung upwards. Clang-! I deflected the greatsword rushing at my °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° neck. Again, I regripped Freya and brought it down.

Crack-! The reins broke, and the horse's neck skin split. The greatsword, dripping with blood, swung towards the ground before I pushed myself upwards. The greatsword followed the rotation of my body in midair and aimed for Valoran's head.

Boom-! But it didn’t hit. A fist the size of my torso knocked the greatsword away. I had expected this.

Using that fist as a platform, I adjusted my body's direction and landed on the ground. With smooth precision, I followed through with a slash. The power that flowed from my toes, to my legs, hips, shoulders, arms, and finally to my fingertips.

And from my fingertips, Freya.

The slash, embedded in my memory, was flawlessly recreated.

There was no sound. The magic orbs flying from all directions shattered and exploded, and the fog they created rose up. As the fog spread, it oxidized everything around it.

The horseshoes, which had been coming towards me, were split in half, and the injury on my neck, which had been torn, deepened.

I didn’t relax, swinging my blood energy to throw my body in the opposite direction.

Boom-!

The flames of destruction, now fiercer than before, engulfed Valoran’s body.

And then... Crack-! The green bracelet cracked.

Just by replicating the posture of the slash, it cracked.

[Unbelievable.]

As I calmed my breath, I agreed with Cartia's words.

And then, something strange happened.

Thrum-

From Valoran’s body, which had been swallowed by the flames, a fierce pulse rang out.

Phase two.

I quickly chewed on the painkillers and anesthesia, then slammed my claws into the ground to prepare for the oncoming attack.

The first attack would be sound. Next would be spatial movement and the slash. Then, a whirlwind of magic with tension. The magic orbs and fangs would double in number compared to phase one.

While the rest could be dealt with, I couldn’t think of any way to block the sound-based attack.

That’s why I brought the painkillers and anesthesia. I could handle any injuries with potions. And if needed, I could ask Rubia to heal me later.

“Phew...”

As I gathered my breath.

[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA---!!]

A scream, filled with dreadful disaster, shook the earth and made the sky tremble. As expected, hot liquid poured from my ears. The only relief was that I didn’t feel any pain. Serga’s medicine was indeed effective.

While I felt the effects of the medicine, the debris and stones that had once littered the ground were all reduced to dust. The remnants of the remaining buildings also cracked and burst, leaving no trace behind.

The land that had once boasted a cozy look, Cartia’s homeland, had turned into a barren plain, a death ground where no life could be found.

20 minutes.

It took 20 minutes for this land to lose all its life.

[It feels strange that a place where I’ve lived for almost a thousand years is falling apart.]

As I drained the blood from my ears, I nodded at Cartia’s words ringing in my mind.

I felt a little... uneasy that Rubia’s favorite place was now gone.

After draining the blood, I poured the finest potions into my ears.

One bottle in each ear.

My ears gradually warmed, and the sounds around me started to filter through.

The sound of the wind.

And then...

Whoosh-

The sound of space tearing, traveling to my brain. Spatial movement.

I twisted Freya upwards. A heavy sensation followed, and the greatsword swung from the right, but was deflected. Using the recoil, I rotated my body, crushing Valoran’s abdomen and pushing him back to create distance.

I reduced my inertia with blood energy. And immediately leapt.

The sound of dirt flying. The beating of my heart. The rough breathing. The wind as Freya brushed past.

And then again.

Whoosh-

I scraped the ground with the claws of my blood energy and twisted my body. Whoosh-! The greatsword brushed past me, cutting the blood that had fallen from my chin.

I pulled a dagger from my waist and threw it to the ground, blocking the rising flames with Freya as I ran.

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Sweat drops from my chin evaporated. The smoke from my breath mixed with the air. My aura subtly dispersed, clearing the magic fog, and my blood energy pushed back the magic whirlwind.

And then again...

Whoosh-

Valoran’s figure vanished. To the right.

The greatsword swung. Upwards.

Freya, which had stretched out and slashed through the twisted space, moved diagonally to the right.

It landed on Valoran’s nape.

Left.

And then...

It embedded itself.

The blood mixed with magic splattered onto the ground.

At the same time, Valoran, with a raised smile, grabbed the blade of Freya.

[What the hell.]

Did he just laugh?

At that moment...

Whoosh-

“Huh?”

The landscape changed dramatically.

An empty space. No.

[This shit.]

The sky.

A cold wind wrapped around my body. Blood energy without a foothold roamed freely in the air. My body, with nothing to support it, was deprived of freedom.

At the same time, the greatsword swung upwards from below. I rotated my body, focusing on the weight of the greatsword.

Clang-!

I blocked it with an awkward posture, and my body, unable to withstand the recoil, was thrown out.

While my body drifted through the air, Valoran’s greatsword relentlessly swung.

The fangs rushing towards me grazed my neck, and the exploding magic orbs made my sense of direction go wild.

I couldn’t block it. I couldn’t avoid it. I couldn’t strike back. I couldn’t even control my own body.

Even so, my body was leaping toward the ground.

So, I focused on landing. Ignoring the minor wounds, I focused only on guarding my vital spots, waiting for the right moment.

I quickly expanded my senses and visualized my position and the distance to the ground.

Approximately 15 seconds.

The blood energy I exhaled drove away the magic. The expanding aura cleared the fog. Freya, swinging, knocked Valoran’s greatsword away.

Each time we exchanged blows, dozens of wounds appeared on my body.

Whoosh-

[Right!]

The greatsword, surrounded by magic, fell toward me like the night sky. Using blood energy to twist my body, I twisted the greatsword with all my might.

And then...

Crack-!

A sensation as though my organs were being squeezed inside me, the overwhelming force accelerated the falling speed.

Forward.

2 seconds.

And then.

Right in front of me.

Thousands of magic orbs. Hundreds of fangs. The greatsword cloaked in death. A massive fist. The fog that numbs the senses.

[Shin Noah!]

At that moment...

Boom-!

A barrier of divine energy, shining brilliantly even in my senses, blocked everything.

[Shit... shit, shit, I really thought I was done for!]

“Phew... As expected, Noah needs to bulk up a bit. You’re too light.”

Then, a soft landing.

“...Huh?”

“Sorry, I’m late. I got lost along the way.”

“Ru, Rubia...?”

Clang-!

“Stop talking and get ready quickly!”

“Right. We won’t have time for idle chatter. Are you hurt anywhere?”

While I nodded, dazed, Rubia’s divine energy began healing various parts of my body.

“Ru, Rubia... aren’t you really hurt?”

“Ah... heh, I tripped on the way.”

Her robe, all torn up, covered Rubia’s blood-soaked body.

Though there were no serious injuries, the thick smell of blood revealed that it was Rubia’s wound.

“Thankfully, there are no major injuries.”

As Rubia glanced over my body, her gaze shifted to the side.

There, Hermila, wrapped in bandages, was standing at Valoran’s feet, deflecting all the attacks.

“Noah. I’m sorry, but...”

Taking a deep breath, Rubia spoke in a quiet voice.

“Even if your arm is cut off, I’ll put it back on. Please fight. Trust me.”

Ha-!

Saying she'd reattach my arm if it were cut off...

It’s definitely not something a lover would say.

But I was genuinely happy at those words.

“Yeah, I’ll trust you, Rubia.”

With that, I drew Freya again.

And with lighter steps, I moved forward.