Chapter 340

Chapter 340

“Red death—red death.”
Nabiroze said to himself.
The beard said that the identity behind it was Red Death.
I’m sure it came out of Ronan’s mouth at some point, but it didn’t come to me clearly.
I felt like I was going through a bad sneeze.
‘Fucking asshole. If I knew this was coming, I’d just kill him.’
She was running through the sewers, desperately trying to remember.
The moldy stone walls were rapidly closing in on either side.
The smooth, oiled-up strokes reminded me of swallows glued to the ground.
‘You’re so light. I wonder if the transformation was real.
In the meantime, I could definitely feel the changes in my body.
I was running at full speed and never felt out of breath.
It was as if the gravitational pull on him had been halved.
Being smaller and less powerful was a drawback, but not a serious one.
If only we were five years older here.
Nabiroze stopped in his tracks, thinking about this and that.
“This is it.
It was a dead end.
The clearing along the water was wide enough to play soccer.
The atmosphere contained a high density of mana unlike anything we’ve ever seen before.
I looked up and saw a hole about 5 meters in diameter.
There was a glimmer of red light on the other side of the darkness.
It was the light of the flame bow, the heart of Adren.
Nabiroze laughed.
‘Guys. You broke it in a big way.’
I didn’t have to listen to the whole saga to figure it out.
That must have been the spot Ronan and Orse had smashed through.
Back when the Flame Bow was still the Sky Tower.
I never thought I would see the footsteps of my disciples in this way.
“Well—let’s go.”
Lowering his stance, Nabiroze took a deep breath.
I had to jump a fairly large distance in one go.
The mana pulsing in his heart began to spread throughout his body.
Her thighs, exposed under her skirt, were bulging.
“This one is good.
In the meantime, Nabiroze discovered the benefits of skirts for the first time.
Unlike the pants, they were see-through, which was much cooler.
The heat of the car made my skin prickle.
In a flash, her blurred form disappeared from view.
Kaaaahhhhhhh-!!!!
A belated roar shook the sewers.
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“Blah blah blah, damn it! Damn it!”
The bearded man groaned.
I felt like I would pass out if I relaxed at all.
My right eye socket was hot as if I had stuck a charcoal stick in it.
The severed limb was dripping with red blood.
‘It’s dead. It really dies.’
If he had waited any longer to use his hemostatic magic, he would have died.
He chanted the incantation once more, trying to regain control of his fading mind.
The pain eased as a soft glow surrounded him.
I wanted to run away, but I couldn’t.
A sob escaped the man’s lips as he barely regained his composure.
“Damn it, Lisa—.”
The first woman to die for Nabirozé was his fiancée.
Even with her heart impaled and more than half of her upper body sliced off, she managed to save herself by casting a spatial magic scroll.
Adding that you must complete the mission.
“What the hell is that chick?
It was like living a nightmare.
Five of the world’s greatest adventurers were ambushed without even realizing it.
There was no room for resistance.
It took less than a minute for them to be reduced to shredded meat.
Despite the fact that everyone is an Auror Awakened.
It was impossible to do unless you were a sword master.
“We need to plant a bomb.
We couldn’t figure out why what should have been a smooth operation had gone so wrong.
Hurrying up and planting the bomb was the best we could do at this point.
If the girl from before was ever tracked down, it was all over.
The man looked around and frowned.
“What the hell is this place anyway—.”
It was clear that it was a flamethrower.
However, the landscape was much different than I expected.
There were no ornate decorations, no grand columns.
The interior of the great palace was engulfed in flames.
The sound of the atmosphere burning was going crazy.
“It’s like hell.
The man swallowed hard.
A huge whirlwind of flames was swirling in the center of the palace.
In the center of the vortex floated a fireball reminiscent of the sun.
The fiery sphere, which crackled and burned with a terrifying sound, enveloped a dragon too large to be contained in a single glance.
Scales like heated iron, a pair of horns pointing skyward.
It was Navardoze, the Mother of Fire, one of the mightiest of the stars.
“—That’s called molting?”
It was an overwhelming sight.
A normal person would lose their mind just watching it.
The firestorm revolving around Navarrozze was peeling away at her, bit by bit.
The tears turned to fire the moment they left his body, and that was what caused the flames to grow stronger and stronger.
【——.】
Navarordze’s eyes were closed and his head was bowed.
Judging by their sleeping molts, it seemed to be true that they were immobile during molting.
If so, there was no time to hesitate.
He began to roll over and move as close to her as he could.
With each lap, the ambient temperature was rising.
I was surprised that I didn’t feel much heat.
The flames were trapped by a defensive enchantment of unheard-of thickness.
‘There’s a reason they let me go on the school trip. This is the kind of defense I need.
It was an expected element, but the power of the experience was unbelievable.
Without it, I’d have been burned to a crisp the moment I transitioned to a flamethrower.
After rolling hundreds of laps, he arrived in front of the barrier.
My head was dizzy, but I had to do it.
He touched his own uvula and scooped out the contents.
“Ewww.”
A small jewel landed in front of the man’s chin.
It was a bomb that would blow up a flamethrower.
Inside the octahedral crystal, a crackling flame burned.
It was a flickering light that could be extinguished at a moment’s notice, but the client was confident that it was the only way to accomplish the task.
“And then—.”
I managed to get the bomb out, but there was still a step to go.
With a twist of his body, he reached into his inside pocket and pulled out an object.
A pack containing a black liquid.
The group had to invest a year’s worth of budget to get the palm.
The man ripped the pack open with his teeth and poured the contents onto the bomb.
The drenched crystal is stained crimson inside and out.
“Please.
The liquid on the tip of my tongue was fishy.
The liquid turned out to be the blood of the hero Ronan.
One of the most dangerous substances in the world, decomposing mana without consequence.
It had been used in the past during the war against Nebula Clazier, and was only available on the black market.
The bomb, coated in Ronan’s blood, would shred the shields as it detonated.
“And now—finally.”
That’s it, you’re ready to go.
The determined man gritted his teeth.
My fiancé is dead and his limbs have been cut off.
With an eye gouged out, it didn’t matter what the client paid him.
So he was determined to complete the mission perfectly.
Originally, I was planning to plant it and run, but I’ll risk death and detonate the bomb myself.
Luckily, I still had that much mana left.
The man staring at the bomb was about to cast his spell.
“——?”
Suddenly, the world went black.
No firestorms, no Navarro Islands, no nothing.
I could no longer hear the searing sound tearing through the atmosphere.
The spell for the detonator lingered in the back of his throat.
In a world where the five senses are gone, the only thing allowed is thought.
What is it?
What happened?
The company was on edge.
“You moved pretty well for a missing limb.”
“——!!!”
I heard a familiar voice in my head.
It was the unmistakable voice of a killer girl.
Nabiroze, who had now reached his side, spoke up.
“Is that a bomb–whatever it is, I never thought they’d use Ronan’s blood like this.”
I could barely keep up with him because his flame bow was so wide.
Her gaze was fixed on the crystal.
To be precise, to the liquid applied to the crystal.
Recalling what was said about the secret weapon, it wasn’t too hard to deduce the identity of the liquid.
His usually easygoing expression was twisted with anger.
“The blood of my apprentice.”
“———!!”
Nabiroze’s voice was cold, as if his insides were freezing.
Pee leaked down the man’s pants as he burst into tears.
I didn’t have to turn my head to see it.
A venomous snake taller than any building stared down at him.
If I’m not mistaken, that was Mansa, the Auror of Nabirozé, the Black Swordsman of the Sentinels.
“Be thoughtful—.”
Now that I think about it, I just called Ronan a protégé.
The glimmer of hope that remained vanished without a trace.
I wondered why such a monster was here, in this form, but that wasn’t the point right now.
It was a car that was about to beg for its life from a man who had squeezed every ounce of energy out of his voice.
Snap!
The sword in Nabiroze’s hand drew an arc.
“Do you know what made him squeeze the blood?”
Nabirozé asked, but Sasa didn’t answer.
The head, separated from the torso, fell to the floor.
With that, all five are dead.
“Scumbags.”
Nabiroze growled.
I’m more upset that my apprentice’s blood was used than that terrorism almost happened in Adren.
It was blood that Ronan, and no one else, had drawn over the course of months.
To save the world from alien invaders.
‘We’ll have to ask the Emperor to crack down on them, I can’t believe they’re still here.
I never imagined there would be any left over.
Ronan’s blood has been collected under strict laws ever since the war ended.
We were fortunate to be able to stop the terrorist attack in its tracks.
‘By the way, I can’t even talk to you in that state.’
Nabiroze pursed her lips as she watched the Mother of Fire.
He stopped the attack, but his own counseling was going to be difficult.
I can’t help it.
We’ll just have to go back and wait.
Nabirozé was about to pick up the crystal.
[Finally.
An eerie voice echoed through the flame bow.
At the same time, the crystal rose into the air, emitting a bright light so bright it hurt my eyes.
“What.”
I had a bad feeling about it.
Nabiroze instinctively reached for the crystal.
But the crystal narrowly escaped her fingers and dug into the shield.
The firestorm intensified like oil poured on a fire.
Kaaaaaaaaaah!!!
The swirling flames were all sucked into the tiny crystal.
About half of the flames in the flamebowl had been absorbed.
It’s been a long time, Mother.
The voice from before came back.
At the same time, the crystal shattered, revealing a giant figure.
Red scales and two pairs of horns.
With half of its body made of flame, the dragon bore a striking resemblance to the Mother of Fire.
Nabiroze gripped the hilt of his sword.
“You are—.”
I had seen a picture of it in Varen’s office one day.
He stood 70 meters tall, his four viciously curved horns proving his identity.
Apparently, it was Gargarens, the Red Dragon, who was said to have been killed by Orse.
“Red Death—!”
Only then did Nabiroze realize the true meaning of the word red death.
It was a reference to that dragon.
Ronan had said that in the mental world created by the curse, he had seen the Savior cut off Gargarence’s horns.
How the heck is he alive?
Questions were popping into my head, but I didn’t have time to ask them.
Gargarence chuckled as he looked at the molting Navardoze.
[Well, I’ll take what I deserve].
Wings of flame unfurled, creating a gust of wind.
The flames that had been circling Navarordze’s body began to absorb him once more.
“…I should have brought my sword.”
Nabiroze sighed.
I was very confused, but I knew what I needed to do.
Coating her blade with Ronan’s blood, she tore through the shields.