The Great Sword is not the Main Body!-Chapter 134: Temple of Memory (1)

The starlight, weaving through the sky, began to fall.

The falling starlight soaked into the blood-stained earth, spreading across the land.

The wind howled, flames surged, lightning cracked, water shot out, and the ground cracked open.

With each of these events, monsters, ranging from dozens to hundreds, would fall, tumbling down the hill.

“Phew... Where the hell did all these come from?”

Ser, breathing heavily, glared at Vishur and snapped.

“How are you managing things, damn it... how are such things mixing in with the city... Ugh... this is what I mean.”

But Vishur couldn't respond to her words. His full attention was on cutting down the monsters charging toward him, beyond the mountain, over a sea of corpses. The answer came in the form of the sickening sound of flesh being torn.

Ser clicked her tongue and glanced around.

From atop the hill, the scene below was no different from hell.

Beneath the blackened sky, a river of blood flowed, with shredded pieces of flesh drifting on top.

From small fragments no bigger than a finger joint, to chunks the size of a human head, each piece wriggled, desperately searching for a mate, floating along the blood river.

Where the flow stopped...

[That’s no longer human...]

Large and small fragments gathered together, forming new humanoid shapes.

A figure like something made by a child.

A human with feet on its shoulders and arms on its hips.

A human with a butt where its head should be.

A human with twigs sticking out where its fingers should be.

These were mere living things, scrambling to crawl and move as best they could.

The same was true for those that crawled up the hill.

Their eye sockets were empty, and inside their mouths, their lungs twitched, while their belly buttons were stretched out with long intestines hanging from them.

It wasn’t just their appearance.

The smell and touch were just as repulsive.

The rotting corpse stench was so vile it could almost be considered fragrant in comparison.

When you touched them, the skin would crack open, ready to devour whatever it touched.

“Look at that. I told # Nоvеlight # you, we need to crush the core that’s embedded in the center, how many times have I said this?”

Ser shot a piercing remark as she sent an ice spear from her fingertip directly toward the monster's core.

“Ugh... Hah... Ghh... Hah...”

“With that thin sword, all you need to do is poke it once. Is that too hard?”

Then flames, wind, lightning, earth, darkness, and light swirled together, stirring the battlefield.

“Ugh... Cough, ugh... Grrr...”

Behind Ser, the light spirit, which had been floating in the air, plunged into Vishur’s gaping abdomen.

At the same time, blood foam oozed from Vishur’s tightly closed mouth, and his eyeballs nearly rolled back as if he were about to faint.

Ser wrapped her arms around Vishur's waist, shaking him back and forth.

“Ah, it’s not time for you to sleep yet. The sun is high in the sky. Get up and fight.”

Moments later, radiant particles of light gathered, healing Vishur's injuries.

“Ugh... Cough... Hah... The sun... the sun has been up for 50 hours... Hah...”

“Why are you crying?”

“...I miss the gentle healing.”

Vishur, free from Ser’s arms, wiped his face and bowed his head.

“Phew... Still, thank you. Thanks to you, Ser, I can fight longer.”

He then picked up the rapier lying on the ground and looked up at the sky.

“Really... the sun is high in the sky.”

Just as Vishur said, the black sun stood tall in the sky, casting a dark light upon the battlefield.

“Now it seems there’s no attempt to hide it anymore... Perhaps all preparations are complete...”

“Stop talking nonsense and go kill at least one more. We can reflect later, after the war.”

“Hmm...”

However, even as she spoke those words, Ser’s thoughts were elsewhere.

The distant red dome.

Noah standing alone within it.

“Killing all of them seems impossible, so we need to buy as much time as possible.”

She wasn’t planning on retreating, though.

She had to hold the Temple of Memory until they arrived, no matter what.

Vishur nodded resolutely, and his new form disappeared. The sound of leather tearing filled the air.

The thin rapier, infused with red magic, moved swiftly through the sea of monsters, severing their limbs one by one.

Ser followed up with her finishing blow.

Time passed, and by the time the rapier was stained with dried blood, overwhelming energy began to seep into the air.

Masters.

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Not failed experiments, nor completed masters.

True Masters.

The moment Vishur recognized them, he rushed to Ser’s side.

“Phew... Hah, Ser!”

“Yes.”

“Masters—”

“Vishur, take the others and retreat.”

Ser responded as though she had known this already, gesturing toward the location where Cartia’s forces were gathered.

“There’s nothing left to do but die like a dog, so don’t hesitate. Get going.”

“But—”

“You might not know, but those humans do. So get out of here quickly.”

Turning her back, Ser summoned all the spirits scattered across the battlefield and moved toward the masters.

“If you could draw the attention of those monsters on your way, I’d appreciate it. The smell is distracting.”

Vishur, grinding his teeth as he watched Ser’s retreating figure, snapped his fist against his face.

With that, he pulled out his communication crystal and called out.

“This is Vishur. Masters have appeared. The third master Roy, the fifth master Karok. So—”

Swallowing his spit, Vishur spoke with a clear voice.

“Let’s die. Together.”

“...What are you doing?”

“I’m giving orders.”

As Vishur heard the roar from afar, a satisfied smile crossed his face as he tucked the crystal into his pocket.

“Looks like there’s no opposition.”

“I can kill you right now if you want to die.”

“I’ll pass. I want to die with honor.”

Vishur chuckled and turned his gaze toward the distant red dome.

“And I must ask for forgiveness as well.”

“I can’t stand that cheesy melodrama.”

“Oh, really? Me too. Seems we understand each other.”

With a clink, the rapier, its blade now dull and half of its guard broken, was raised high with a sense of courage.

“I should have brought a better weapon. I saved it, and now it’s useless.”

“With a stick like that, you won’t be able to block their attacks.”

“The rapier isn’t for blocking. It’s for dodging and redirecting.”

Hearing that, Ser gave Vishur a look of disbelief, scanning him from head to toe. With his body covered in wounds, he was talking about dodging and redirecting.

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“Do as you please.”

With a derisive snort, Ser moved forward, sending the spirits she had gathered to various points across the battlefield.

Vishur, seeing the spirits flying toward Cartia's forces, lowered his head.

“...Thank you.”

“Hurry up and call them. If you don’t want to die like a dog.”

Ser saw him hastily grabbing the communication crystal and immediately bit her finger.

The blood that dripped down quickly rose into the air, drawing a small line in the sky.

[Are you trying to save them?]

‘I think I can use them as meat shields.’

[Will it be alright?]

‘I could handle two masters, but with all those completed bastards, I’m not sure.’

Tsk— Ser clicked her tongue and reached for the red line in the air.

[The price—]

‘Oh, I’ll settle it with your pinky. After ten years of hell, I think this is a bargain.’

At that moment, the red line transformed into a dazzling silver-white, shining with intense light.

[...You bitch.]

‘When you called me your child, I didn’t mind.’

With a grin, Ser turned to Vishur and spoke.

“Their goal is to destroy the Temple of Memory.”

“I know...”

Vishur, wiping the blood from his lips as he cleaved through the monsters surrounding them, nodded.

“Then, we must make protecting the Temple of Memory our top priority.”

“Yes.”

“Two masters. Seventy-nine completed masters.”

And the number of monsters.

Around a hundred thousand.

“Die only when Rubia and Noah arrive.”

With those final words, the brilliant silver-white line...

Boom—!

A massive portal, linking the material world with the spirit realm, opened up, pulling all the spirits from the spirit world toward it.

“If you do that, I’ll make sure your name is written in the history books for future generations.”

The moment Ser finished speaking,

Thousands of failures closed the distance between them, arriving right before Ser’s eyes.

Ser, unfazed, elegantly gestured with her hand, and dozens of high-ranking spirits engulfed the monsters in their bodies.

Vishur, entranced by the overwhelming sight, threw himself into the sea of failed experiments.

The overwhelming calamity radiating from the slender woman’s body became a blazing torch for their forces, lighting their dark paths.

Once again, the air was filled with fervent roars.

The sticky sounds of death.

The monstrous sounds.

And the sound of the masters.

[They’re coming.]

‘I know.’

Ser gathered some of the spirits stirring the battlefield near her, and at the same time, from the massive portal behind her, the highest-ranking spirits emerged.

Two out of the three.

‘Ablon’ and ‘Lynn.’

[Karma’s recovery is incomplete.]

Though sufficient to handle the completed ones, their forces were still lacking to fight the true masters.

Nonetheless, Ser didn’t hesitate to confront them.

Lynn’s hand, releasing formless energy, extended toward the sky, creating a massive meteor shower.

Before Lynn, Ablon tore through the earth, cutting off the monsters’ paths and absorbing all their attacks.

Not to be outdone, high-ranking and upper-tier spirits also began sweeping away the filth, while mid-ranking spirits protected Ser.

Small low-ranking spirits and mindless spirit bodies continued to provide support for Cartia’s forces.

Moments later,

The sound of meteors tearing through the sky was heard, and the masters began to move.

Karok, wielding his massive stance, grabbed the hilt tightly and aimed for the sky.

With a sharp sound, dozens of meteors were cut down.

Roy, raising his staff toward the sky, released chilling flames, clearing the remnants of the fallen monsters.

“Damn, are these really humans?”

[You don’t look much like a human yourself.]

“Tsk.”

Leaving Lynn, who was preparing for the next strike, behind, Karok placed his palm on the back of Ablon, who stood in front of him.

At the same time, destructive energy surged from the masters’ bodies.

The manifestation of their visions.

The black sun began to emit an even darker light. The stench of blood grew stronger, clinging heavily.

A greater despair entered the battlefield, one filled with even more monsters.

The huge stance of Karok went back into its scabbard.

Roy’s staff bit into his arm, absorbing the blood that flowed from the earth.

The goal was the Temple of Memory.

Summoning all the spirits to defend? Impossible.

Trying to decipher the magic formula and destroy its core right now?

Then, who would block Karok’s attack?

Ser had to think.

She needed to find a solution as quickly as possible.

To stop such attacks that defied fate, she too had to break from fate.

Right now, she needed to find a way to overcome the situation.

Amidst the chaotic thoughts, the sound of impending disaster rang out.

Clink— suddenly, someone with dull blonde hair and deep purple eyes, glowing with a murderous intent, appeared.

Hermila.

Without a sound, she suddenly appeared.

Wham—! She kicked Karok’s arm.

Crunch—! She punched Roy square in the face, twisting his lips upward.

"See, this is why magic users are useless."