The flow of magic?
"Huh--" Haimirning breathed out, and then kept moving his feet, trying to close the distance.
Well, you may not have seen many magicians, so you don’t understand them.
"Pah!" The opponent threw a black spear that was made of magic but had substance. He stepped on the ground with his heel and then raised his sword to block the blow with the strong sword body close to the guard. Then, unable to withstand the huge force, he deflected the sword edge and guided it to other places.
It wasn't over yet. After blocking the blow, Haymelin's half-stepped foot completely turned and took this step, allowing him to quickly move to the right.
"Bang!!!" Stones and soil splashed, and another black spear was nailed to his original location, and then disappeared without a trace amid a burst of "crackling" sound.
"Hiss-hoo-" The young knight controlled his breathing, and the dull pain in his lungs began to gradually ease. The wounds on his body began to heal, and the gray-blue eyes were also in the moonlight at this moment. A dazzling blue light flashes below.
When a powerful magician concentrates and uses magic, his eyes will shine. Like me. Erica pointed at her eyes and said.
You and your father's gray-blue eyes, that so-called prophecy is not entirely groundless.
This is a rare genetic disease
Druids call it
Congenital magic pool condensation disorder
"Bah-" A slight warmth flowed through the limbs, causing the hand that was almost unable to hold the sword to begin to regain some strength.
"Hiss—" When he took his third breath, the pain in various parts of his body had improved a lot.
The tattoos he had made two months ago were glowing, and the magic circles choreographed by the elves were playing their intended role, allowing him to continue fighting when he should have fallen to the ground with scars and could not move.
And that's not all.
"Huh-bang-!!!" Haimirning stepped on the ground at an unprecedented high speed and then shot out like an arrow. Then he stopped and used the force of the charge to swing his sword and hit the opponent again. Come the spear. This time, he used his full power and directly knocked the spear away. Then he paused for a moment and accelerated again, then took a step forward. At the same time, he raised the sword diagonally from bottom to top and chopped a spear into the air.
The two attacks were accompanied by a sprint, and he had already closed the distance within easy reach.
Every living thing has magic power.
All human blood vessels have a trace amount of magic power flowing through them, but unlike other major races that are naturally capable of using magic, the magic power content of individual humans is too low.
Therefore, human magicians need to perform a special operation called "igniting the magic pool", wash it under specific conditions, concentrate the magic power in a specific place and stabilize it, so as to ensure that there is enough magic power available to use magic.
The expression on Sania's face, whose eyes were red, was a little sluggish, but Haimirning no longer hesitated. He tilted the sword upwards and struck her body with a cassock slash.
"Pfft——!" Black blood splashed out, and she fell on her back.
"Bang——Boom!!!" The black blood with mutually repelling properties and the magic arranged by the Druid produced an explosive reaction, causing Haimirning's whole body to spin and be thrown away.
But this time he did not faint. After the sword was thrown away, he rolled over on the ground holding his head to reduce the impact.
This kind of behavior is extremely risky. If the time of condensation is wrong or cannot be stabilized, the spreading magic will burn out your own nerves, leading to shock and death, or in the best case, it will also become the whole body. paralysis.
The pool of magic power of a human magician is next to the heart, and the condensed magic power is transported through the main arteries of the body. That is, in a point-to-point manner, it flows from the magic pool to the place where you are going to cast the spell. This is why the basic posture of human magicians when casting spells is to raise one or two hands and point at the target.
But there are exceptions to everything
The so-called "congenital magic pool condensation disorder" is this exception.
People with this genetic disease always have their magic power dissipated and are unable to condense their own magic power. Naturally, they will never be able to become a magician.
"Cough cough cough -" The smoke cleared, and Haimirning got up, quickly ran to the side and picked up Kramer.
The battle in the distance continued, and the sounds of various magics and weapons, as well as roars and screams, intermingled. But here in the very center it is surprisingly peaceful.
It's not over yet, Hemelning can clearly feel that. He may have hurt her badly, but it wasn't enough to stop her from becoming a completely different person.
He remembered what Erica had said.
But this is only by human standards
She said this at the time.
The gray-blue color of your eyes is not a natural color, just like the blood color of an albino patient due to lack of melanin will show through and cause the eyes to be red. People with congenital magic pool condensation disorder have gray-blue eyes. It is precisely because the flow of magic power dissipated throughout the body is displayed in weak parts like the eyes.
And this is the truth about the curse
Human children are physically weak, and those suffering from this disease are more likely to dissipate magic power than ordinary people. If the alien's magic affects other children around him, it will cause them to reject it. Irregular heartbeat and reflexive contraction of blood vessels. If exposed to large amounts in a short period of time, they will go into shock and die. If they live in the same area for a long time, unless the owner of the magician bloodline is naturally powerful enough to resist this effect, they will die of organ failure.
Except for another patient who was born with this disease and had a unique body structure that was able to withstand this special situation. No one is spared
Even if the mother is too weak during delivery, she will be affected by the special constitution of the newborn and eventually die.
It's not an exaggeration to say it's a curse...
Because this disease is so rare, and the level of human knowledge is not enough to understand its truth, in the end only a few words were left. There is a saying that people with gray-blue eyes will bring about a family's talent decline, bring a curse, and cause everyone else to die.
In fact, as long as the patient is tattooed with a specific magic circle to suppress the overflow of magic power, he can live like a normal person. However, due to the low level of human magic knowledge, this disease has become an incurable disease. The patient becomes ostracized, hostile, and alone all his life——
People who cannot achieve happiness.
The silver-white moonlight shone on the ground. Sania, who had just been slashed by Haimirning in the center of the field, suddenly stood upright against physics, and then opened her eyes again.
"Ha--" Haimelning gasped and tightened his grip on the sword again.
He had given up trying to understand or think about what was going on.
That is something beyond the scope of human intelligence. Even if anyone can understand all this and give an answer, it will obviously not be him.
He is a loser covered in scars. No matter how hard he tries to hold on to his little happiness, it will eventually leak out like quicksand on his fingertips.
I think it's been many years.
In this miserable and lonely life, the only thing that never abandoned him was the only thing that he never failed at.
Just.
Fight with a sword.
"Zizi——" Sania seemed to be trying to throw those spears again, but there was something in the wounds she had just received that inhibited the release of her magic power.
The surface of the body has healed, but this particular sword has caused something that cannot be regenerated.
"Is it broken?" She raised her right hand and tried to make a fist but her reaction was slow. The words in his mouth were still calm, as if he were talking about someone else's business.
"I can't come back." Hemelning looked at that familiar face with an unfamiliar tone and expression, doing something completely unlike what she would do. My mood gradually became calmer.
'Ahhh-' he thought.
'Perhaps deep down in my heart I already knew that such an ending was destined to come'
After all, he couldn't have hope for everything, and he could only look at things with the most pessimistic ideas.
Nature is so hard to change.
But that's why.
Only then can we move forward courageously.
"tread--"
"Wha—!!" Haimirning lowered his sword and sprinted to close the distance again. He didn't know what happened to Erica and the others. He gave up thinking about everything and just focused on the battle.
Every step you take, every sword swing, every breath you take.
They all tried their best as if they would never be able to do it again.
"..." Sania watched coldly as he approached to a certain distance and then suddenly stepped heavily on the ground.
"Bang - click -!" The ground cracked and a crack appeared, sending smoke and dust everywhere, but this attempt to stop Haimirning failed. He nimbly dodged left and right, stepped on the few intact pieces of ground, and then jumped up and slashed downwards hard.
"Wha——!!" The silver light of the big sword was shining, and its unstoppable blade pointed straight down, with an astonishing momentum.
Then.
Caught by a hand.
"Bang!!" The huge kinetic energy and wind pressure caused the nearby dust to scatter.
In the center of the field, not only her inner self, but also her outer appearance had completely changed.
The hand that caught the blade of the supposedly invincible sword was covered with black scales. The blade cut into the palm of the hand, and the black blood made a "sizzling" sound when it came into contact with the surface of the sword. Drops of water falling on red-hot steel.
The feet she stepped out from under her ragged black robe also looked normal, and behind her was a tail that looked like a steel whip and was covered in scales.
There are two straight black horns on the top of the head, and the eyes are not only blood red, but even the pupils have turned into spike-like vertical pupils.
A dragon in human form.
But Haymelin's heart was unexpected.
Not a trace of wavering.
"Qiang——" He kicked her on the body and then pulled out the sword. Black blood spattered and dripped on his neck, leaving deep scars with extremely corrosive force. He didn't even care about the pain.
If others regard "survival" as something that needs to be grasped tightly despite the tiredness of one's own mind that wants to give up.
In these many years of fighting, he has honed it to the extreme and it has become a part of his body.
For Haymelin, survival is not an end in itself, but an instinct.
A sort of.
The process necessary to achieve the goal.
"Ahem -" Erica and the few surviving druids climbed up among the ruins behind her, and her eyes widened immediately after seeing this scene in the center of the field.
"This guy......"
"A close combat with a fully formed witch?"
"No, he is planning to——"
"Dang! Clang——!!!" She scratched four deep marks on the flat surface of the sword with her claws, and the blade, which had remained undamaged in such a long battle, finally began to have chips.
Not only that, countless scars began to appear on Haimirning's body. Many of them were deep enough to see the bones, but he didn't even twitch his eyebrows.
"What exactly is it that you want, Haymelin?"
"I have no idea."
"Maybe just take it one step at a time."
The conversation I had in the past, for some reason, was ringing in my ears again at this moment.
Looking back now, it seems that he has always been a person with no ambition.
Unlike her, she does not have a clear goal, a great ideal, and the belief to move forward.
He is just a young man who can be seen everywhere, confused, not knowing where he is going to go in the future, and even a little indecisive.
Even when he grows up, even when he begins to shoulder responsibilities, these things often seem to fall into his lap. He is not like the protagonist in those legendary stories, carrying a blood feud or having great ideals. If Sania is the light, he is the shadow underneath. It seems that everything is just an action caused by the words of others.
"Be my guardian knight," she said, and he eventually became the leader of the Silver Guard.
"Go and lead the people of Suomir," he said, and he eventually became Marshal of Suomir.
"Qiang——!!" The arm covered with scales was completely chopped away. As the black bodily fluids swayed, a 4-finger-wide gap appeared on the sword. He quickly turned the sword body and used the double-edged sword to strike. The damaged side was pointed towards her.
Even though he does have his own thoughts and impulses in his heart, all of them are born from the words of others. Heimerning himself seems to have no opinion at all and is just going with the flow, but this is an indisputable fact.
"But is there anything wrong with that?" When he asked her in the past, the girl with a twinkling soul had answered like this.
"Life is inherently unpredictable. Even if the original intention is given to you by others, the choice of whether to do or not to do it is given by yourself."
"Don't be confused, don't be alarmed, don't be troubled, Haymelin."
"If there is no future, find the future yourself."
"If there is no way, find your own way."
"Even if the original intention was given by others, once you make a choice and decide to embark on this path, this life is already your own."
"咻-呲!!" She whipped out her tail and stabbed him on the left side of the abdomen, but Haimir refused to retreat and instead moved forward and twisted his whole body to take the opportunity to control and prevent her from leaving.
"Ha——!" It was not a good idea to have a close hug with a wild beast with its teeth and claws. Sania did not hesitate to use her remaining right hand as a sword to directly pierce the left shoulder bone of Haimirning directly opposite her.
His left hand dropped, and the deep-seated pain stimulated the nerves in his brain, causing his face to twitch subconsciously. But Haimirning's eyes remained calm.
'If there is indeed a god in this world who controls everything in the world, then that guy must be an existence with an extremely bad personality and likes to play pranks. '
'Nine times out of ten, he's a Lamanite. 'Haimiel Ning thought so. He deliberately avoided the vital point, and the artery in his arm that was punctured was severed, resulting in the loss of his left hand. But he had expected this.
"You——!" Sania's blood-red vertical pupils widened as her left hand was cut off, and her right hand and tail were stuck on Haimirning's body.
She realized what this man was planning.
"General, Sania." "Hoo!" Using the last of his strength, Haimirning raised his sword and cut off her tail as a weapon and the remaining right hand.
"Hiss—" The splattered black blood eroded into his body, causing his right eye to gradually begin to glow red.
It's hard to describe this feeling.
The human body itself seems to be resisting this black liquid, and because of this, when it is eroded, it feels like there are ten million ants crawling and biting inside his blood vessels. The pain is not the most terrible thing, the most unbearable thing is the unbearable itching, which makes me want to peel off my skin and clean out those things.
This is a situation that humans cannot bear, a weirdness that humans cannot understand, and an existence that humans cannot resist.
But he resisted.
He didn't even cry out in pain, he just resisted it all with a calm expression.
"Uh-ah-cough-cough cough cough-" Sania, whose hands and tail were cut off, was unable to regenerate her own limbs. She was irritated and at the same time seemed to be unable to understand the current situation. surprise. She had gone beyond the scope of human cognition and was harmed by both sides in such a simple and crude way. This was something she could not have expected.
The changed mind cannot understand.
Human beings who are driven to a dead end.
Things that can be done.
God must be a Lamanite.
Because this is really like the favorite satire of the Lamanites - she was idealistic, smart and strong, and she was supposed to bring new life to the world, but she died prematurely and indiscriminately. And that great and lofty ideal was twisted into some kind of strange irony, presented in an extremely simple but weird form in front of the supreme power.
It's like someone is mocking the arrogance and powerlessness of human beings. On the other hand, he has no ambitions and even the direction of his life is given by others, but he has come all the way here. This time, he is facing her directly as a representative of some kind of "righteous party".
What an irony this is. Even the most outstanding Laman dramatists would be hard-pressed to write such a development that makes people smile bitterly.
My body no longer feels like my own.
Just standing around her made it hard to breathe, and touching the black magic she released caused severe pain all over his body.
As long as she has an idea that goes against her, her whole body will feel that itchy and painful feeling like ants climbing and biting her. Not to mention swinging the sword at her.
Lord of all things. Everything corroded will become her servant.
These black body fluids are some kind of poison that can make people succumb, something older than the White Church.
There was no use in praying; he had given up praying long ago.
The only thing in his heart that kept him standing was his own belief.
"Ahem—" Haimelning raised his head. The blood vessels on the right half of his face were already filled with the black liquid. And the eyes also turned into red vertical pupils similar to hers.
But he still didn't give in.
All of this has far exceeded his cognitive level. Haymelin could not explain clearly why. But you don’t need to fully understand it. All of this actually has the simplest answer.
He had already figured it out before setting off, but he had been hesitating until this moment when he finally made up his mind.
Leave everything behind. There is always only one thing you can do and be good at.
You did not inherit your father's dialectical talent, nor did you have your grandfather's ambition to conquer and his brilliance.
You are not the shining person who will bring new life to everything as you longed for her.
You were, are, and will always be.
Those who are good at killing people with sword——
monster.
"Step--" His feet covered in blood and wearing tattered leather boots stepped heavily on the ground.
"No -" For the first time, fear appeared in her blood-red eyes, but even the hands that instinctively wanted to stop him no longer existed.
And he didn't hesitate.
"Bang——!!!"
The sword bearing the name of Claymer stabbed her in the heart.
In an instant, like a broken water tank, countless magic powers poured out from her back.
"Damn it, control those! Otherwise there will be another witch!" Erica shouted loudly and ordered the druids to disperse.
"Click——"
"Qiang——!!"
Kramer cracked like porcelain and was broken into two pieces from the center.
"Cough - vomit -" Haimirning, who was covered in wounds and looked pale, coughed up a mouthful of blood because his internal organs were overwhelmed, and then his knees went weak and he knelt on the ground.
"Tick-tock-tock-" The blood from Sania's wound flowed along the silver blade of the broken sword for a long time, and finally began to have a trace of bright red mixed in the black.
"Don't you want to live?" She lowered her head and spoke to him, but Haimelning noticed the change in tone and raised her face to look.
The originally red eyes gradually faded and turned golden, and she still looked aloof. There was still a half-cut sword stuck in his chest, but he spoke calmly as if nothing was wrong.
"Who are you?" Haimir asked angrily.
The black liquid began to erode his body through the blood vessels, and his left eye, which was originally fine, began to be filled with blood, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.
It's like the soul is beginning to be pulled away, this feeling is like being half asleep and half awake.
The screams of ghouls, the roar of dragons, the shouts of Erica and others, and the battle cries of the great swordsmen on the outside.
All the sounds seemed far away and very close at the same time.
But he could only hear her voice, gentle as always.
"I don't know who I am."
"I only remember that I slept for a long time, and was woken up several times during this period, but it was like a short dream in eternal sleep, leaving no impression."
Her vision began to blur, and the blood she shed finally turned red.
Sania reached out her hand and touched his face, and then quickly dropped it weakly. She also suddenly fell to the ground with a "pop-", and the blade of the big sword hit the ground with a metallic sound.
"It's pretty good... isn't it?"
"Such... an ending." "Boom -" Haimirning closed his eyes and fell on his back.
For the first time in his life, he made a decision of his own volition.
Is this what it feels like to carry out your own wishes, he thought.
only.
So a little bit.
Tiny, really just an extremely small regret.
That dream.
Indeed, if only it was more than a dream.
But that’s about it.
Such an ending.
Not bad.
"When-" He let go of the hand he had been holding tightly, and the remaining half of the sword fell to the ground.
Can you have a good dream?
The books of the White Church always preached about the kingdom of heaven after death, but in the more distant past, on the back mountain that only the two of them knew.
Under the sunset on the day when the boy and the girl met.
The first story she told him was the memory he truly hid deep in his heart and would never forget.
Death is sleep. If you are a happy person, you can always live in a happy dream.
"Pity......"
"Probably, there is no way..." His eyes that he barely opened were already full of blood. He raised his scarred right hand with difficulty and pointed to the sky.
"The moonlight is so beautiful... Sania——"
"How could you let it end like this!"
"Snapped--"
The loud slap has been numbed by too much pain, but there is just a dull tingling sensation.
His vision was blurred and he couldn't see clearly, and he was a little stunned by the sudden expansion.
And she grabbed him by the collar and grabbed him whole.
"Haimirnin Heinzwom Sekesiuttu."
"What do you mean by a person who cannot achieve happiness? Don't look down on yourself so much."
"This situation really gets on my nerves you know."
"I've wanted to say this from the beginning, you. Why do you always think that you don't deserve all this? Why do you always think that everything will end in the worst outcome."
"Don't just accept your fate like this, okay? Are you still a man I can like!"
"If there is no future, then create the future yourself."
"If you don't have a dream, go find it yourself."
"If there is no way, use that sword to cut a way yourself."
"Stand up for me."
Her body shone with white light, and she had that familiar warm feeling.
What was going on? Hemelning couldn't understand it, just like he couldn't understand everything that happened before.
But what he could hear clearly were her next few words.
"Your mission is over, knight." Sania said.
"You fulfilled our agreement, you protected me."
"But don't think this is the end."
"This is."
"A new agreement." She stretched out a finger, and the moment she touched his forehead, the air exploded, and all the black body fluid that had eroded his brain turned into another substance.
"What's going on? The amount of magic power -" Erica turned around, and Gedo, who was fighting the ghoul, turned around. The white dragon who destroyed a bunch of ghouls with dragon language magic also turned around.
A pillar of light rose from the center of Parnilla Field and broke through the sky, making the entire land as bright as day.
"Knight Haymelin."
"Take it, take it all."
"To become a sage, to become a person who knows everything, to bring new life to this world."
"To guide those who are confused, to do things that I cannot do."
"But more important than all that."
"Go find your happiness."
"Before you get happiness."
"I won't allow you to die."
"call out--"
The light spread, and all nearby buildings were swept away in an instant.
The snarling ghouls melted away as quickly as snow under the sun, and when people finally got used to the bright light and came back to look at it, they were all surprised by the scene in front of them.
"What is this-" "Haimirning!" Erica shouted and ran into the razed center of Parnilla Town, and met with the scarred Gedo and others on the other side. They ran together to the center where the light pillar rose.
"..." She walked around the pit that was emitting astonishing heat. Ordinary people like Gedo felt unbearably hot just by being close to it. And Erica walked over there and looked at Haimirning who was on the ground with his eyes closed and breathing evenly.
"Enochian, it's been a long time..." She murmured to herself, and some strange runes on Haimirning's body seemed to be alive, and they started to emit with his heartbeat. Light.
Next to him, the red-gleaming new Kramer gradually cooled down and turned into the true color of metal.
"Although the object transformed into a witch will always be affected by previous memories, it can reverse everything by its own will..."
"What a great young man." The orc member of the team said in a deep voice, "What a great little girl."
"It seems we are the ones who are useless." Erica held her forehead and sighed.
"The hidden things in the human race may be more powerful than we can imagine." She looked into the distance, and the dawn appeared on the other side of the horizon.
"Although it was at the last moment, she resisted the erosion...she..." The injured elf magician hesitated to speak.
"Yeah. I didn't get to meet him."
"It's too late." Erica lowered her head and clenched her fists, which were also full of scars.
The dawn returned to the earth again, and a breeze blew away the last remaining warmth.
The scarred white dragon raised its head, spread its wings, and returned to the sky after an earth-shattering run-up.
"————" Then there was a loud dragon roar.
