The Rebirth Of The Hero’S Party’S Archmage [EN]: Chapter 199

199.

Before gaining power, I was born a human but couldn’t live as one.

As an orphan with some strength and a good physique, I was exploited by adults.

Then, around the age of nine, Arthur Brius was framed for murder and faced execution.

‘Meeting him was right before my hanging.’

Like a light shining into the darkness, he severed fifty heads with a single strike and offered me his hand.

– Your only fault is not knowing the true use of power. Follow me. I will teach you what power is.

Master Lilkeur could truly split the sky and earth and part the sea with just a sword.

He carried the true sacred sword of the old era and had the power to awaken it.

He was a swordsman who had awakened the extreme of martial arts, yet he taught Arthur, who had nothing, everything about that sword without reservation.

– Those born weak harbor selfish desires. That’s why I despise the weak.

– Why?

– Because gods and dragons have instilled the bizarre idea that the strong must always sacrifice themselves.

Lilkeur used to say that a new and complete order could only be established when the world bled, and Arthur was only a teenager then.

– Humans don’t want to know what sacrifices this world was built upon. They just keep emphasizing mercy and compassion to the strong. Yet, they mercilessly trample on those weaker than themselves. I will cut down this futile world.

– How?

– I’ll tell you when your sword reaches the same level as mine.

Then, around the age of seventeen, when he reached the level of the Mind Sword, Lilkeur told Arthur to go south.

– In the world of swords and blood, you will also gain the same enlightenment. Go south.

And he gave him the name Arthur Brius instead of Asra. Brius meant swordsman, he said.

– Meet the strong on the battlefield. They will teach you how to use power.

Then he met his comrades.

Those who were abandoned by the world, abandoned by their families, abandoned by their friends, abandoned by the gods—those who had nowhere to go.

The world that looked down on us and ignored us will now look up to us and fear us.

– From now on, we are the Slayers.

I still haven’t received his recognition.

If I had, he would have taught me his will.

In this second life, I must reach the same level as him…….

“Until then… I can’t lose to anyone…!”

I promised to give those fools a good life, even if it means turning this world upside down.

I must keep that promise.

As the magic of transcendence, charged with electricity from swallowing the Dragon Orb, clashed with the power of the Psalm [a sacred song or hymn, often used in religious contexts], a shockwave that seemed to press down on the atmosphere erupted.

‘Have I ever seen such a crazy monster…?’

Rain’s forehead was covered in cold sweat as he desperately gripped Arthur’s wrist, which was wielding the Mind Sword.

To compare, he is several times stronger than Shar’Kars or Nariaduke in their incomplete states.

Is this the supreme being called the First Sword of Humanity? A sense of despair washed over Rain, as if facing a dozen dragons at once….

“Stop, stop, stop.”

Just as the Sun Parrot, its wings torn and beak shattered, struggling in a bloody battle with Pipi, was about to fly to burn Rain’s wrist.

At that moment.

Once again, a blue flash flickered, and the Sun Parrot’s body was pierced by an arrow and sent flying far away.

It was the Beast Slayer, finally ending his life and collapsing on the ground.

“Beast…”

For a moment, Rain had a vision of Arthur and himself reversing positions.

His breath caught in his throat.

It overlapped with Arthur’s face… a vision of himself struggling while bound by the chains of the Genesis Psalm.

‘This guy and I could have been in completely opposite situations.’

Perhaps it was because the light emanating from the Black Sheep Scales allowed him to glimpse the last memory he recalled in his death throes.

‘If I had met Zernyx instead of the aunt when I was an orphan…’

Instead of seeing and walking the same path as Rista, Kies, and Friede, we might have been in a relationship of exchanging blood, screams, and shouts.

– This is not the place for you.

At that time.

At that time, you.

– Come, follow me.

If you hadn’t reached out to me. If you hadn’t taught me what power is, what the path to truth is.

– That’s not how you use power, Rin.

Every time I tried to go astray, if you hadn’t cried so sadly, scolded me, and hugged me.

Link.

Niels.

Alakish.

Aki.

Thinking that the countless relationships I’ve made walking this path could have become enemies… a breath filled with sadness poured out.

‘Tureina.’

So that he doesn’t become like that.

So that he doesn’t stray from the path.

I should have led him. I should have set an example. I should have scolded him.

– Aki is Aki!

So Aki.

At least Aki.

I must never leave his side first. I have to teach and guide him. So that he can become a great dragon like Alakish.

I can’t die.

I can’t die here.

“Ugh, aaaaaaaah───!”

In the midst of desperate cries, help did not come from anywhere.

“────Tsuaaaaaaaah!”

Bart was crawling in his own pool of blood, and Pipi seemed to have used his last strength in that flight, only twitching on the ground.

“If I cut your neck…!”

Rem, whose skin and clothes were all scorched by the electric shock, was the same. He seemed to have stopped the Beast Slayer for the last time and then collapsed, losing consciousness.

“This damn text will disappear too…!”

It’s dangerous.

The strength is gradually leaving my hand.

I can’t think anymore.

“Then my brothers you killed, Beast, I’ll bring them all back to life──”

Finally, just as the blade was about to touch the carotid artery in his neck, at that very moment, a crimson blade pierced the Dragon Slayer’s neck and burst out towards this side.

“──No, it’s all over.”

This power is the Demon Slayer’s….

The Dragon Slayer’s vision, spitting out blood, was dyed crimson.

Before he could turn his head back to see the assassin’s face, the magic that made up the Mind Sword began to scatter into countless light particles.

“Serves you right, you bastard.”

If that death had been delayed by just one more second, Rain’s neck might have been cut off.

“Miria.”

In the silence where the tension was released, Rain blankly called out that name.

Finally, as his soul faded away, the binding to the Dragon Orb weakened.

The chains of text covered his body, and the moment those chains were linked together, the flames of Genesis exploded dazzlingly.

And in the next moment, his body could not be found anywhere. Did the Psalm judge that the body itself was negative?

The greaves [armor for the shin] of the Dragon Scale Armor slammed into the ground, causing a heavy tremor.

In the vacuum where the body had disappeared, a ray of light flickered. The clear golden light surged in eleven directions and suddenly merged in the sky.

When the small flash that burst out as the light combined cleared, the creature that appeared there was….

‘…A baby dragon?’

Did the eleven Dragon Orbs newly create a single body?

The immature dragon scales were clearer and more elegant than any gold, a juvenile Yellow Dragon.

The baby dragon, curled up in a ball, was drawn to the light of the Black Sheep Scales and landed in Rain’s arms.

‘Did Karenden’s will lead this to me? Why?’

When Aki raised his head in shock at being suddenly hugged, Miria was kneeling at his bedside.

“You’re completely battered.”

“Well… I came back from the dead.”

“Abat, ababat.”

Aki, who was rubbing his head all over Rain’s face, suddenly discovered a member of his own race in his arms and his eyes sparkled.

“I can smell something mashissne here.”

And he picked up the yellow baby dragon and suddenly bit its head.

“Hey! That’s not food── Ugh.”

He reached out to stop Aki, but perhaps because the tension that had been so tight had disappeared, even the pain was gone. A sharp pain swept through him and all the strength left his body.

“That’s why I told you to leave before I got hurt.”

She seemed to be scolding him, but tears were streaming down Miria’s eyes.

– Become someone who can offer a hand to others without expecting anything in return, Miria.

I thought I was alone.

Until the end of this path, until it’s finished.

But, but until I’m covered in blood like this, until I’m completely battered.

– Someday, such a person will appear in your life.

The tears that flowed out were the tears that I had buried deep in my heart on the day I vowed to become a Goblin Slayer.

The sorrow that welled up in tears was the pain that had festered for 11 years.

What flew away from my head was the vow I made that day never to cry again.

“Miria.”

What should I say in this situation?

The memories that come to Rain’s mind, the memories, are the words that the headmistress said to me on the day she took me in.

The words I heard at that time, that smile, were so dazzling and brilliant that I could never forget her voice.

“You don’t have to cry anymore.”

The light I received from you that day.

Now, I’ve shared it with someone else.

Socrafres.

– You can inherit the research progress of ‘Unique Magic’ from the surrounding environment.

– Progress 79.8% => 84.1%.

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There was an eye that watched the transcendent’s martial arts that devastated the entire island from beginning to end.

‘Hmm….’

It was the top of the ziggurat [an ancient Mesopotamian temple tower], where cracks had spread uncontrollably across the outer surface.

If it hadn’t been for the flames that the little brat unleashed and the barrier that the special forces mages created together, it would have collapsed during that dance.

Even now, it’s at a level where it would collapse if someone just slightly touched it with magic.

‘I didn’t know that the skills of that old woman’s lackey were at this level.’

If I had faced him after my strength had fully recovered, there was a high probability that even this Zernyx would have been defeated.

‘You should be grateful to me, Rain Ludwig.’

You almost won by a hair’s breadth, right?

If I hadn’t secretly subdued those lackeys of his, you would have lost for sure.

‘No, I should be the one who’s grateful.’

The hideous tentacles that sprouted grotesquely from the puppet’s back. The Priest Slayer and the Engineer Slayer were held unconscious by those tentacles.

‘Hehehehe, thanks to you, that old woman’s power has weakened tremendously overnight. Rather, I should be thanking you.’

I’ll have to use these guys. The day that body comes to find my main body, I can use them effectively.

A bitter smile spread across the puppet’s lips.

A dimension crack of a color like the darkness of a new moon night, a terribly dark one, opened behind it.

As his body was slowly sucked into that crack, he looked down at Rain for the last time and greedily licked his upper lip.

‘That body will be further trained in the battles to come. I’m really looking forward to that body that will soon become mine.’

But something’s strange. That blonde woman… isn’t she too similar to that bitch who became Elamas’s ‘doll’?

But it’s just the face that’s similar, her skills are really pathetic.

Anyway, a mage who follows the style of that brat Rin, the successor of Baekchanggung, the Sun Parrot from 300 years ago, and a bitch who resembles a hero.

‘This is a rather disturbing combination to dismiss as a simple coincidence….’