The 9Th Class Swordmaster: Blade Of Truth [EN]: Chapter 402

248. Nephilim War (2)

“Seize the Sky Castle?”

Judex looked down at Caryl and said,

“You’re a madman not worth talking to. God commanded us to destroy the corruption along with humanity, but you will certainly not be among those saved.”

Caryl picked at his ear with a finger. Then, blowing on it, he looked at Judex and said,

“‘Together’? I need to figure out if my ears are playing tricks on me, or if your tongue is.”

“……What?”

“Did you really think we would fight alongside you?”

“Those who are subordinate to God must not lie. Even if it’s just an illusion, you dare to hide your dark intentions before God?”

At that moment,

Judex’s one corner of his mouth quirked up in a smirk.

“Consider it an honor to be able to fight with us. We will achieve victory in the war against corruption.”

Crack-!!

It was then.

Caryl raised his hand and slammed it down on Judex’s Adam’s apple with all his might.

“I warned you not to say ‘together,’ didn’t I? You guys just see humans as vermin. The race of God? You, born with grace, only think of humans as tools of war!”

Judex, staggered back by the shock, felt the murderous aura rising from his shoulder and shouted.

“How dare you……!!! A mere human!! You can’t possibly know that the divine revelation and the corruption that Parel [likely a reference to a corrupted or fallen deity] will unleash will horribly change this world!! To survive, even a few, you must move under our command!”

“Go ahead and try.”

Caryl said, undaunted by his outburst.

“It takes about 1 second for God’s grace to be applied to your Nephilim body. After the spell succeeds, it takes about 4 seconds for that power to spread to all the Nephilim across the continent.”

“…….”

Judex stared at Caryl as if he had lost his mind.

That’s because he accurately knew the mere seconds it took for the power of God to dwell in the Nephilim’s body, and that secret was only known to the Nephilim and God.

“Do you really think you’ll be given those 5 seconds without any problems?”

Caryl raised Folsettia’s sword inward, gesturing as if to cut his own neck.

“Go ahead and try if you want to die. I’ll cut your neck and turn you into trash on the street before you receive that precious Yula’s [likely a deity or source of power] power.”

“Certainly, you are strong. I’m just surprised that human power can reach this far.”

Steam-like aura began to emanate from Judex’s shoulder.

“But you can’t do everything alone. Foolish king of the masses. You have overlooked that ignorance.”

His body seemed to swell gradually.

“I announce to the Nephilim. From now on, all legions are to disperse and punish humanity. All these actions are punishment for defying God!! You alone cannot protect all the humans scattered across the continent!”

Judex said.

“Watch closely as your people die because of your recklessness.”

“Will they, really?”

At that moment, surprisingly, a smile spread across Caryl’s lips as if he had been waiting for it.

“I knew a guy who used to say that. He said war isn’t fought alone. But in the end, he died by my hand. Judex, how long are you going to fight with that three-inch tongue of yours? Hostages? Do you really think that will work on me?”

“Can one who does not protect his people call himself a king!”

“Who?”

Caryl raised his sword.

“Look closely. You Nephilim may have wings and be able to move freely, but my voice will be faster than those wings.”

Tsiaaaaaang……!

Tsiaang……!!

Then, a storm of black magic arose around Israfil, and at the same time as the supreme magic, the Eye of Primacy [likely a powerful magical artifact or ability] appeared above his head, dozens of magic mirrors appeared.

The magic mirrors began to increase exponentially, covering the sky, and in each magic mirror, the scenery of cities and villages all over the continent appeared.

“Stop……!! Stop him!!!”

Judex, feeling that something was wrong, shouted in bewilderment at the sight.

[Hmph.]

Looking at the scene, Aln Zaberus waved his hand, and black giants appeared around Israfil.

Primal Magic – Black Giants.

[I don’t want to use the magic that Gustav bastard made……. Well, it’ll be useful as a shield.]

When he first learned Primal Magic, the black giants created by Israfil were so small that they were like dolls, unworthy of the name giant.

But now, the giants were over 2m tall, and there were not just one, but five.

[Now it’s getting useful.]

Aln had a soul contract with Caryl, but he also had a contract with Israfil through Duarte, so he could use his magic power and magic.

Aln had not used Gustav’s Primal Magic, who was a member of the Council of Seven Elders, because of his pride, but he took this opportunity to check Israfil’s abilities.

[Uuuuuuu…….]

The black giants cried out in a low voice, blocking the Nephilim flying around Israfil.

Kwaang! Kwang!! Kwagagagagang……!!

With explosions bursting everywhere, Aln said to Kadin Ruer.

[You guys. The Scarlet Radiance, was it? Spread out the barrier formation. That magic is at least a little useful. Protect this brat so that he is not attacked no matter what. Do you understand? If you hurt a single hair on him, the corpse of your precious little one will be turned to dust.]

“……I understand.”

Kadin nodded and grabbed his staff.

“νωϪοκ υφχϪφχωγ stφ.”

Watching him, the academy’s mages began to chant the runes all at once. Then, as if spreading a red curtain, a faint barrier was cast around Caryl, enveloping Israfil once more.

[You focus on making Caryl’s words heard across the continent. From this land to that sky, his words must be heard.]

Aln reached out his hand, and black smoke condensed, and a long staff appeared.

Kooong-!!

He slammed the staff on the floor with all his might and said.

[Because it is the king’s message.]

* * *

“Wyvern Unit, all aircraft, arrival at the southern coast complete.”

The pilots pulled down the visors of their helmets and pulled on the reins of the wyverns.

[Krrrreureuk……! Kak!!]

[Kaaack!!]

The wyverns, with sharp cries, swooped down on the Nephilim flying in the sky.

“Nephilim confirmed in the sky!!”

“They came quickly.”

The squadron leader at the head sneered at the cry of the wyvern pilot.

“Prepare for battle!! Only corpses will be able to reach the ground.”

As soon as he finished speaking, all the unit members simultaneously thrust sharp spears at the Nephilim.

Kwajik—!!

The sharp blade pierced through the Nephilim’s torso, riding the wind.

“Kyak……! Kaaack!!”

“Die!!”

The wyverns bit into the Nephilim’s bodies, and the wyvern unit and the Nephilim became entangled and fell.

“Interception begins.”

Waaaaaaaah—!!

Waaaaaah—!!

The sound of the wyverns’ flapping wings was mixed with the shouts of the pilots.

* * *

Tak- Taktak-!! Tadadadak—!!

The deep basement of the Gnome Kingdom.

Until recently, the chamber was filled with armed golems, engineers, and gnomes.

But now, no one was there.

Instead, there was nothing in the large and small chambers, but only the sound of typing.

“This is going to be fun.”

Numerous buttons were lined up around Wingel Hart, and he was tapping them as if he remembered them all without even looking.

Unknown figures were listed on the goggles he was wearing, and every time he tapped the keyboard, the screen switched, and surprisingly, the place he was seeing changed from moment to moment, as if the Eye of Primacy was connected.

[Meister, golem system connection complete.]

[Sharing of each unit’s vision complete.]

[All status figures can be provided numerically. Reporting the status of the unit’s battle lines.]

“Good.”

[Magic power charge level 85%]

[Numerical stabilization.]

[Golem operation system Revol’s main core operating.]

[Raising the core values of each unit.]

Reports were heard from here and there.

Wingel skillfully handled the flood of information.

Saaaaaaang—!!

The video on the screen felt as fast as if it were actually flying. Wingel felt as if he was controlling the golem himself.

But what he was seeing were not real, but screens through magic mirrors, but the golems moving by the orders created by his hands were real.

Kung……!!

Kung!! Kung!! Kung!!!

Golems poured out all at once from the magic warship that crossed Four Nines and began to run.

Click- Jiiing-

A faint mechanical sound was heard every time the golems took a step. Watching the chaotically moving screens, Wingel skillfully moved dozens of golems at the same time.

“Hoo…….”

Surprisingly, the seat he was sitting in looked familiar, and it was none other than the cockpit of Revol that had been removed.

Instead of repairing the broken Revol after the battle with the White Gold Dragon, he used Revol in another way.

It was to connect Revol’s system to all the golems of the golem unit. In other words, he had now created a huge command center to control the golem unit with Revol.

“Even my lord probably didn’t expect this.”

He raised the corner of his mouth and said, tapping the keyboard quickly. Then, the golems that had been gathered until just now scattered all at once and began to scatter in all directions.

Click! Uuuuuuung……!!

Then, a pure white light poured out from the core installed on the back of the golem, and it began to run at an incredible speed.

“Nephilim……. Let’s see if your wings are faster or my golem’s legs are faster.”

Wingel said, taking off his goggles with a satisfied look.

“Magic Cavalry. All units, begin the attack.”

* * *

[Krrrreureureu…….]

[Kreureuk……Krrrreureuk……!!]

The vast land.

An arm with only bones left pierced through the ground and popped out, and the waist was bent back like a bow, as if the corpse was breathing air. Then, a black bandage wrapped around the whole body around the skeleton that had only bones left.

[Krrrreu…….]

The corpse began to growl lowly, as if it were hungry for blood.

“It’s spectacular.”

Nine Darhon nodded with satisfaction, looking at the spectacle of the large-scale undead summoning he had created.

“If someone has to die, we can just use the dead anyway. Nephilim bastards, I’ll give you the rotten blood of the corpses, and in return, I’ll take your uncooled red blood.”

Nine Darhon said, chuckling.

The history of the Empire was no exaggeration to say that it was a road of blood.

The outside of the castle, which was the imperial capital of the past, was, in a word, a battlefield and a graveyard of countless corpses.

“Hmph…….”

Kay Rothschild was standing next to him.

Kay Rothschild weaved their joints together with his puppetry on top of the unique undead called Slaves, which Nine Darhon had created by injecting corruption, making them faster and stronger.

[Kyaack!! Kyaaack!]

[Kuaaack……!!]

Then, the corpses ran at an incredible speed that was unbelievable for undead, rushing towards the Nephilim in the sky and biting off their wings.

Kwaaack……!! Kwadedeudeuk……!!

And the rest of the undead began to surround it as if to protect the castle.

* * *

Kwaang……! Kwagang!!! Kwagagagagang……!!!

The scenes of battle here and there flowed clearly from the screen of the Eye of Primacy’s magic mirror created by Israfil.

“What is this…….”

He muttered in disbelief, watching the Nephilim’s attacks, which he thought would be unilaterally swept away, being pushed back by fierce resistance.

“War isn’t fought alone? You’re right. But I fight alone, because they create the stage for me to fight alone.”

Caryl said, looking at Judex’s shaking face.

Seureureung-

“I only have to think about one thing: cutting off your neck. War is simpler and clearer than you think, isn’t it?”

“Kueuk……!!”

Judex pulled up his swollen body with all his might and threw a fist at Caryl.

Kwaaaang!!

But Caryl deflected his attack with Folsettia’s sword and said.

“I announce to all battlefields.”

His voice echoed throughout the area through Israfil’s Eye of Primacy.

“Wipe them out without leaving a trace.”