Chapter 150: Sweat of Man, Blood of Human (4)
Clank—
SLASH━.
Abel’s sword was caught in Golden Dawn’s fist.
Drip— Drip.
As he gripped the razor-sharp sword, crimson blood trickled down his hands.
At the same time, the blades of the seven desert mercenaries were pointed at Abel’s neck.
As if they would cut him down with the slightest move.
“Are you a beast?”
Golden Dawn faced Abel.
He came to check if Abel was one of the results of the human experiments they conducted.
“Or a wild animal?”
What he faced now was a monster.
He’s only fifteen.
He had never seen a boy so young, barely even a young man, handle a sword so well.
“No ordinary human.”
Something subtle between a sneer and a genuine laugh. The right corner of Golden Dawn’s lips lifted.
Abel stared straight at Golden Dawn without blinking, as if he would slit his throat at the slightest opening.
And that look was exactly like Cain’s, the warrior who fought while burning himself.
“I’d like to see who raised you. To turn a human being into a beast.”
“Who are you?”
“Oh?”
Golden Dawn’s eyes twinkled.
It wasn’t Abel’s voice that surprised him. He was surprised by his posture, which exuded a chilling murderous intent but did not show it outwardly.
“You’re not curious about me at all. You’re just stalling for time.”
“Considering you entered the royal palace, where the Grand Magic Barrier is deployed, so easily, you must be one of the terrorists who attacked the White Palace.”
“Haha. That was the work of a priest from the Holy See.”
Golden Dawn lightly denied it.
But at that moment.
Pick—
Abel twisted the sword, widening the wound on his palm.
Swish—
The mercenaries reflexively brought their blades closer to Abel’s neck.
Like the blood flowing from Golden Dawn’s hand, red blood flowed from Abel’s neck, down the mercenaries’ swords, and dripped to the ground.
“The scroll that Queen Everwyn set up was switched. That means the culprits are those who are more secretive and have better information than anyone else.”
“And so, it’s me?”
Golden Dawn liked Abel more and more.
Step—
He let go of Abel’s sword and stepped back. At the same time, the mercenaries also moved away from Abel little by little.
However, they did not let their guard down, as if they would rush back in if Abel made the slightest move.
Abel slowly lowered his sword and took a deep breath.
—When in crisis, buy as much time as possible. And breathe. Slowly and deeply. So that you can unleash all your strength at the next opportunity.
Abel remembered everything, even Cain’s passing words.
Therefore, he caught his breath, recalling the advice Cain had given him when he went to fight the Count of Lamaring.
Golden Dawn marveled at the sight.
“Huh, you’re not like a child. Like a seasoned mercenary.”
“Stalling for time will only work against you.”
“No way.”
Golden Dawn pointed up.
Abel’s eyes narrowed.
He could see the sunset light subtly bending in the air.
A barrier surrounding the Red Flower Palace had been deployed without him even realizing it.
“Soundproof, undetectable, sight-blocking. Those outside won’t know what’s going on in here.”
“It’s no ordinary barrier.”
“It’s quite precious. That’s why I’m using it.”
“So, who are you?”
“Oh, now you’re really curious about me.”
Golden Dawn smiled.
It had been a long time since he had so much fun talking to a human. It was as if his heart, which had been beating only to survive, was leaping like a fish in water.
“I need to know to write your name on your tombstone.”
“I’m also curious who taught you to talk like that.”
“Pay up then.”
“You want me to pay to know?”
“Nothing in the world is free.”
“…….”
Golden Dawn was speechless.
He was like a low-ranking mercenary who clung on tenaciously, but his words were those of a cheeky punk. But his swordsmanship was the most righteous and straight line of the sword, more than anyone else’s.
Golden Dawn, who boasted that he had lived a long life, had seen many people.
But no one was like Abel.
He stroked his chin with a wry smile.
“Interesting, I’m strangely drawn to you.”
“…….”
Abel got goosebumps.
His gleaming eyes in his messy white hair looked particularly eerie.
He bowed his head slightly and spoke.
“I am the Apostle of ‘He Who Shall Not Be Named’, Golden Dawn.”
“Commons?”
“Huh, for a young kid like you to know us.”
“If you’re an Apostle, you must be quite high-ranking, so why are you looking for me?”
Swish—
He raised his left hand.
It was aimed at Abel’s heart.
“There’s something I want to check.”
“Wha… t.”
Abel’s words slowed down.
Thump—Thump—
Lips, teeth, and a tongue appeared on Golden Dawn’s left palm.
They were small and shiny, like a woman’s.
I worship thee who shall not be named.
Rumble—
As if a witch was performing a miracle.
As if a saint was invoking the divine power of light.
The mouth on Golden Dawn’s hand began to chant something.
So grant us the dawn.
Unlike those who achieved their will through a single word, this one contained power in a long sentence.
Thump—
Abel placed his left hand over his heart.
Thump, thump, thump.
His heart began to race like a wild horse.
Abel felt a strange sense of wonder in his pounding chest, as if he had been eagerly awaiting someone’s call.
■■■■■■■—
It’s like something is whispering in his ear.
No, it’s like his heart is speaking to his soul.
Thump.
The feeling of something climbing up his head made him so dizzy that he had to kneel on one knee.
With our flame—
“With our flame.”
The words echoed from the mouth on his palm.
The old man and the seven mercenaries chanted in unison.
Abel covered his ears at the spell that seemed to be coming at him from all directions. It felt like thousands of insects were crawling all over him.
We will renew the world.
“We will renew the world.”
Drip—
Abel’s red blood stopped.
What was flowing from the wound on his neck was…
Thud—
Silver blood.
Seeing that, Golden Dawn grinned.
“As expected, it was a good thing I checked. I can’t believe there was such a healthy subject alive and hidden. Let’s go, vessel.”
Golden Dawn clenched his left fist, closing his mouth.
And he held out his right hand to Abel, who was gasping for breath on the floor.
“Together to the glorious dawn—”
At that moment, Abel raised his head.
One eye was brown and the other was silver!
The moment Golden Dawn hesitated.
Shhhing—!
Ardvark.
Lu Rabada.
Abel kicked off the ground and thrust forward the sword he had been holding!
Clang—!
The sword pierced Golden Dawn’s right hand, piercing his palm. At the same time, Abel kicked off the ground and launched himself into the air.
A sword, but the sword of his mind was a greatsword!
Vanderbilt’s swordsmanship, the vertical strike, exploded.
Lo Meyer.
Thud.
Golden Dawn’s right forearm was cut in half, and his hand fell to the floor.
He looked back at Abel blankly, as if he didn’t feel the pain, leaving his bleeding arm as it was.
Swish—
Abel brushed his hair back with his left hand.
“This is my sword.”
At Wayne’s advice earlier, Abel tried to find his own sword, and he finally found it.
Cain and Arna.
It is no different from their swords.
Abel thought long and hard, and finally realized that his sword was pointed at Cain.
Therefore, he would chase after Cain’s fierceness and greatness more than anyone else.
“A sword that never gives up.”
He wanted to reach Cain without losing his edge, no matter the danger.
That way, he would reach Cain.
“……There’s no doubt that his silver is in it.”
Golden Dawn picked up his arm that had fallen to the floor.
Push—
He attached the arm to the wound as if he were attaching a doll’s arm.
Clench—
He began to clench and unclench his right hand, which had been reattached in an instant.
“How are you keeping your sanity?”
Swish—
Abel took a step forward with his left foot.
He lowered his center of gravity and raised his sword. He kept an eye on Golden Dawn while sensing the seven mercenaries closing in on him.
“Aren’t you a product of human experimentation?”
Golden Dawn was confused.
He should have lost consciousness as soon as he was awakened, but despite awakening the silver, his mind remained intact.
“Are you enduring it? But how can a mere human?”
As he muttered endlessly.
Abel looked west.
The sun was setting.
And when the sun sets.
“I win.”
“……?”
It’s dinner time.
Crash—!
If the person he was supposed to have dinner with didn’t come, he would go find them.
The barrier was engulfed in black darkness and shattered. As soon as the gap opened, a middle-aged man came flying in from the west, wielding a sword.
Cantref.
Wayne Siker’s sword simultaneously beheaded the two mercenaries on Abel’s left.
Credne.
Crash—!
The gravity gauntlets wielded by Isoel smashed the mercenaries on the right against the wall.
Be strong.
Then, black darkness engulfed the bodies of both Abel and Wayne, transforming into solid armor.
A mystery that instantly replenished their lost stamina and strengthened their bodies!
Shine brightly.
Darkness also engulfed their weapons.
Credne’s gauntlets grew even larger, Wayne’s sword even sharper!
The two of them took care of the remaining mercenaries and surrounded Golden Dawn.
Abel also raised his staff.
Be perfect.
Rumble—
And from the sky, flapping black wings, descended a witch.
Oleciren Rune Airian.
She looked down at Golden Dawn with her black eyes, burning with a ghastly light.
“I was wondering why Abel, who always comes early and sets the table, was so late.”
She stared at Golden Dawn.
An ominous being that even a black witch’s eyes could not fathom.
Abel opened his mouth.
“I think he’s probably a terrorist.”
“Statistically, that’s true, and seeing as he’s causing such a commotion in the royal palace, we’ll have to apprehend him first.”
Swish—
Oleciren crossed her arms.
Just as Wayne and Abel trained, she hadn’t been slacking off either.
She had figured out the extent of her witch’s power and how to utilize it.
Clatter—!
Black chains erupted from around her.
Thud—
Golden Dawn immediately kicked off the ground.
Crack—!
Isoel instantly tore through the air and swung at him with Credne.
However, she couldn’t break through the silver barrier that had formed around him.
Thump—
It was the same with Wayne’s sword.
Shhhing—
Oleciren unleashed her black chains, crafted in the image of the World Tree’s roots, and dozens of chains shot out to capture Golden Dawn.
“How can a fledgling witch…!”
He exclaimed in shock as he twisted his body in midair.
The chains were like the roots of the World Tree, or the countless hands of the devil Ballam. But in the end, they failed to catch him.
There was no way to catch him, who flew through the air more freely than a bird.
“The islanders’ followers are stronger than I thought.”
Smirk—
Golden Dawn saw the witch Oleciren smile.
“You seem to have forgotten someone.”
Clang—!
It was Abel.
With the black wings sprouted by her ‘Be perfect’, Abel had soared into the sky, now above Golden Dawn.
The silver that had colored Abel’s eyes faded away.
Rumble—!
From the night sky, a meteor named Abel plummeted towards the earth.
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