Chapter 26 (2)

Chapter 26 (2)

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It was Philip who grabbed her arm and helped her up.

On the other side, Miguel, whose arm was supporting her, looked at her.

Could you be injured again-

Kookookookoo-

A familiar vibration drowned out his voice.

Philip, Miguel, and Maeve all turned their heads almost simultaneously toward the source of the vibration.

Ian stood at the threshold of the pathway, a stone wall rising before him.

Maeves eyes widened.

Ian-!

In an instant, Ians figure vanished behind the wall.

Almost involuntarily, the ancient language of red letters appeared in her mind.

Damn lunatic, cursed, dog-like!

As Miguel cursed, debris scattered in his exclamation.

While he was doing so, Philip, who had been glancing at the debris, looked back at Maeve.

Sir! What should we do now?

Even his stiffness subsided momentarily.

Maeves head turned to the left.

The only path left.

Follow me.

Maeve, clutching her sword as if she were wringing it, finally started walking.

Given the situation, there was no choice but to proceed.

Whatever awaited beyond.

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Ippotranslation

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What did you see to make that face?

Staring at the stone wall blocking their path, Ian muttered under his breath.

Of all places, he had stopped at a crossroads.

Although he didnt understand the situation, Ian shrugged his shoulders.

What was done was done.

Besides, if it was Maeve, she would be able to survive with Philip and Miguel for a while.

Itll be over before its too late.

Ian turned his body without lingering.

Beyond the corridor, dozens of skeletal knights with armor worn over them were staring at him.

Of course, now that he was alone, the number of those creatures meant nothing.

Swoosh- thud!

Ian, who had leaned over, suddenly leaped forward.

Kaaang-!

Parrying a sword strike from one skeletal knight with his mace, Ian discarded the weapons shaft and lunged forward without hesitation.

Rows of alcoves on either side brushed past him.

Before he knew it, Ians gaze was fixed on an obscure pedestal behind the chapel.

A statue of a fairy knight, one knee bent, the sword thrust into the ground.

Looks just like the game.

Having avoided the skeletal knights, Ian dashed toward the statue.

And then, from a suitable distance, he leaped.

Thump-

In midair, Ian stepped on the weight of the sword that the statue had thrust into the ground like a performer executing an acrobatic move.

Slightly delayed, the sword sank deeper into the pedestal.

Clank- kookookoo-

Pewseok Phusseus

Skeletons emerged from the ground like a scene from a horror movie.

Skeletons larger and longer than humans.

They were the remains of ancient fairy priests buried deep underground.

Although he found himself surrounded in an instant, Ians gaze remained calmly collected.

Feels weaker than I remember. Maybe the transformation isnt complete yet.

In the game, the sorcerer flew around, using various spells and summons, and their patterns were intricate.

However, that also meant they had low health and were vulnerable to physical attacks.

If one could get close, they could be defeated quite easily. With his current state of imperfection, it might be even easier.

Are you afraid? Youve stiffened up already, how pitiful. The real fear is only beginning.

The mage extended their staff.

All the undead within the barrier started charging at Ian.

Isnt it the opposite? Idiot.

Ians pupils turned red again.

With his fists core spinning, countless fireballs emerged around him.

Dancing flames.

The inferior level 2 red magic, learned casually for its ease, multiplied as it passed through the core, resulting in an enormous number of flames. Although it was difficult to aim precisely, it didnt matter this time because enemies were everywhere.

Kwaaagh

The charging skeletons collided with the fireballs, exploding into pieces.

Intense heat and shattered bone fragments scattered in all directions.

Shwik!

In the midst of it all, Ian shot forward.

Seeing him rush toward him, the mage muttered.

You said it wouldnt work, didnt you?

They brandished their staff, radiating purple magic.

As spirits wailed along the trajectory of magic, a barrier formed.

Kweeaaa

From within the barrier, a mournful sound erupted.

Just after Ian hurled a fireball at the ground.

Fweong!

The fireball exploded shortly after being launched, creating an explosion.

In the resulting reaction, Ians body, engulfed in smoke, shot upward again.

What?!

Perhaps not anticipating this, the mage made a metallic sound.

While jumping over the spirit barrier, Ian twisted his body.

His gray eyes gleamed.

With the wind swirling around his entire body, his spinning form shot toward the mage like an arrow.

Unbeknownst to the mage, a new mace had appeared in Ians right hand.

The mage, who had covered their face with their four arms, hastily retreated, but they couldnt be faster than Ian.

The wind that had gathered around the flails head spun fiercely.

Kwajijik!

Alongside the two bone arms, one of the mages shoulders was obliterated by the flail.

K-aaaah!

The mage bent their body back like a bow, letting out a scream.

As Ian rolled over the altar and landed, he murmured, tongue-in-cheek.

Missed. Darn.

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