Academy’s Genius Swordsman

Chapter 296

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A shrill crack rang out. The sword, which had never broken before and which had not even been damaged when cutting through the scales of Navardo, was shattered into pieces. Abel's face distorted sharply.

“That’s ridiculous.”

It seemed like a terrible nightmare. But there was no time to lose focus. Ronan didn’t stop even after breaking the sword. He rushed straight in and slashed the sword straight down.

“Get out!”

Even if he wanted to block or parry, he didn’t have a sword. Abel barely avoided the attack by twisting his shoulder. Whoosh! La Mancha’s blade passed by, barely grazing his nose.

“Damn it···!”

“Hey, what happened?”

Ronan continued to pour out his sword strikes. Abel, who was dodging by a margin of a sheet of paper, gritted his teeth. Unlike himself, who was increasingly out of breath, Ronan showed no signs of fatigue.

It wasn't very good. He still had two cards left that could turn the situation around, including Iril, but it was useless if he died before he could turn the cards over.

He had to fight. He could only pray for a single opening. Abel, who had been retreating step by step, eventually stood with his back to the wall. Suddenly, Ronan's body turned sharply to the right.

“Your delusions end here!”

“······!”

Ronan shouted. Abel's eyes widened. He noticed that his movements were large, as if he thought it was the finishing blow. He let out a low laugh as he looked at his empty side.

“Still, you’re still young.”

“what?”

Ronan frowned. Abel lowered his body and gathered strength in his hands.

Like Ronan, he also did not forget the techniques he had experienced once. La Mancha flew in a wide arc and passed by, barely cutting off Abel's hair. Cain, who was watching the battle, shouted urgently.

“Oh, son, it’s dangerous!”

“It’s too late. Didn’t my brother teach me not to use the same technique!”

Ronan's side was still empty. Abel thrust out his hand that was clasped like a spear. Although his strength was weak, it was more than enough to break the ribs of this youngling and burst his heart.

“this···!”

Ronan turned his head hurriedly. Abel’s hand was flying towards his heart. Suddenly, one corner of his mouth went up.

“This kind of person.”

“uh?”

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Abel hesitated. His hand was about to touch Ronan. Boom! Ronan, who had hit the ground, jumped straight up.

“What!”

“Did you think I didn’t know that?”

Abel sucked in a breath. He realized too late that he had been tricked. Bang! The attack missed and a hollow cracking sound echoed.

“you···!”

The shadow Ronan created fell over his face. There was no more room left to dodge. Ronan twisted his sword in the air and swung his sword while spinning around. Clap! Abel's right arm, which was being collected, rose into the air.

“Kwaaak!”

“I finally caught you. You little rat.”

Abel screamed. Ronan landed on the ground and raised his sword diagonally. Crunch! Before he could do anything, the flying slash tore through Abel’s throat.

“Ugh···!”

Abel fell forward, clutching his neck. He couldn't breathe properly. He felt that more than half of his cervical vertebrae and blood vessels had been severed.

Blood was gushing out from the gap between his fingers as he held the wound. His blood, neither human nor giant, was a strange purple color.

“Fuck. How are you alive?”

Ronan raised his eyebrows. He had cut off its head, but it was still alive. It was a monster, of course. Of course, it didn't matter, so he silently raised his sword. Why not just cut it once more?

“Ugh… this won’t do… ugh, this can’t go on…!”

Abel struggled as if pleading, but Ronan was none of his business. He was about to strike the final blow.

Kwaaaaa-! Suddenly, a loud noise as if the heavens and the earth were turning upside down reverberated above my head.

“Nimi, what is it?”

It was not a sound that could be ignored. An indescribable ominous aura was pressing down on the whole body. Everyone, including Ronan, reflexively raised their heads.

“Hey, what is that?”

“The magic circle···.”

Ronan raised his eyebrows as he looked up at the sky. A sight he had never seen before was unfolding. Dozens of magic circles connecting the world of the giants and this world were slowly disintegrating.

However, it did not seem to completely disappear. The elements of the magic circle, divided into letters and pictures, began to swirl around in a huge swirl and draw another magic circle.

It was not a scene where something good would happen. The clouds that had disappeared were gathering again. The savior, who was looking up at the sky, clenched his fist.

“That is···!”

Thunder began to roar within the white clouds. With each flash of lightning, something huge was glimpsed from within the magic circle.

It looked like wings, or like human limbs. The giants attacking the battleship Dynhar all stopped moving. One of the giants who had been silent slowly opened his mouth.

“He is coming.”

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“Huh… not yet… gasp, is it far?!”

“It will be soon.”

Schlieffen answered dryly. He had run the same distance, but he had not shed a single drop of sweat. Marja, who was gnawing at this, added strength to her legs.

“shit···!”

It was fortunate that the armor held back the shaking of their chests. The three of them were running towards the top of the pale castle.

The place where the ritual to summon the giant was performed and the place where Iril was supposedly imprisoned were also there. Schlieffen's interrogation method of cutting off the limbs of the believers one by one until the desired answer was obtained had not bad results.

It took a long time because the scale was so large. The path they passed was strewn with mutilated corpses. It was a human wall that exhausted Marja and Braum, who were confident in their physical strength. Marja said.

“By the way… oh my, this girl is the saint of these fanatics. What’s going on?”

“I don’t know about that either… phew.”

Braum shook his head. They were quite shocked when they somehow found out the truth of the incident. The reason they kidnapped Iril was to elevate her to the position of saint of the sect.

Of course, no one raised suspicions of betrayal. They had all met Iril before. However, since it was such a strange incident, they absolutely wanted to know the truth.

“I’m starting to run out of blood. This is a big problem… Ugh, we need to hurry up and decide this.”

“I know.”

Braum muttered with a worried voice. Marja bit her lower lip. As he said, Ronan's blood was slowly draining away.

Schlieffen seemed to be in a similar situation, although he didn't say anything. This was a very serious matter, because the protection of the stars was not something that could be destroyed just because one's skills were excellent.

If they were not careful, they could have been defeated by the thugs who could barely use the shield. Since no one wanted that kind of ending, they silently increased their speed. Finally, the three people who had reached the top floor stepped into the hallway. Braum's eyes widened as if they were going to pop out.

“Everyone is in danger!”

“what?”

Just as Marja was about to say something, Braum, who had suddenly blocked her path, raised his shield. At the same time, a huge explosion erupted with a loud noise. Kwaaaaang-! A cloud of flames and lightning covered the entire landscape in front of the shield.

“Ugh···!”

“Brahm!”

Braum gritted his teeth. His arm felt like it was going to be ripped off. If he had been even a little bit later, he would have been in big trouble. At that moment, someone's voice was heard from where the explosion had subsided.

“Oh, it’s blocked.”

“Who are you!”

Marja, concentrating her mind, swung her greatsword widely. Kwaaaaa-! As the crescent-shaped sword energy shot out, all the smoke covering the hallway blew away. A slender man appeared.

“I thought I had Zaifa… I guess I’m really unlucky.”

“you···.”

Marja narrowed her eyes. Judging from the badge on his sleeve, he was a strong man of the bishop level. The man carrying the pack on his back glared.

“Hey kids. Do you even know where this place is?”

“Ugh···!”

Marja and Braum shrugged their shoulders. The murderous aura emanating from the man's body was unusual. It was incomparable to the cultists they had faced so far.

“I’m asking you. You’re not lost, are you?”

When there was no answer, the man asked back irritably. The same lightning and flames he had seen earlier were flickering around him. Marja and Braum exchanged quick glances. They had to attack strategically to have a chance of winning.

“You go when I give you the signal.”

“I get it.”

Marja grabbed the hilt of her sword. Braum nodded and prepared to run out. Schlieffen, who had been silently scanning the hallway, opened his mouth.

“Is there a consciousness going on over there?”

“what?”

The man frowned. Schlieffen's gaze was fixed on the large door behind him. There was nowhere else to go, so unless the information was wrong, the ritual must have been taking place there.

“I asked if there was a ritual going on over there to call the giants.”

“···Ha, you’re a cheeky kid. I see. That’s why you came all the way here.”

The man let out a hollow laugh. Judging from his attitude, it seemed like he could relieve some of his boredom. After all, if he had lived his entire life being praised as the rising star of the empire, it was not unreasonable for him to be overconfident in his own abilities.

He was confident that he would never be defeated as the next archbishop. Although he had heard that several archbishops had been murdered by him, there were always variables like Ronan and Jaifa by Schlieffen's side at the time.

But the rascals next to him didn't seem like the type of people who would do that. I guess I'll just have to play with them until Zaifa comes. The man thought so and opened his mouth.

“Unfortunately, no. If it were such an honorable mission, I would gladly take it on. What the hell, why are you asking me, a soon-to-be archbishop, to take care of women…?”

“···what?”

“I said it was a job to take care of a woman. Well, I’ll play with you for a bit. I was bored too…”

The man was about to continue his speech when suddenly Schlieffen's figure disappeared from sight. Before he could respond. Whoosh…! He thought he heard the sound of the wind blowing, and Schlieffen appeared behind him.

“what···!”

“Thanks for letting me know.”

Schlieffen said. In his hand was a longsword that was now glowing bluish. The man tried to turn his head, but his body did not move. A few red lines were drawn on his frozen body.

“Ugh…ugh.

“But I can’t forgive you for calling her down.”

Clang. The stern Schlieffen finished speaking. At the same time, the torn body collapsed. Clang! The limbs frozen by the Pale Road shattered the moment they hit the ground. Schlieffen, who immediately struck, swung his sword at the door.

Boom! The door broke open and the inside was revealed. It was a magnificent room, like a princess would live in. A huge chair reminiscent of a throne was placed in the middle of it.

And on the chair sat a familiar woman, fast asleep. Her attire had changed, but it was definitely the person he was looking for. Schlieffen’s eyes widened. He slowly approached her and opened his mouth.

“···This is what it is.”