Whooooom…
With the sound of the ship’s horn, the sea is stirred in the Space of the Mirror.
An ominous wave poured onto the land filled with Magic.
The desolate ground created a sea filled with sinister moisture, and Black, who was wielding countless overlapping swords, startled and recalled his weapon.
The distant horizon of the sea.
At that far end was a gigantic Existence, waving countless legs.
An entity with only one of its Six Eyes barely opened.
Gooooh…
‘Kraken.’
It was merely a sleep talk, and even if it fully opened its eyes, it wouldn’t be able to inflict significant damage on the Demon Race, but I didn’t care anyway.
What I needed was just a moment of time.
And that time had been more than enough.
“The Roar of the Spear.”
The Holy Storm erupted from the spear’s tip, enveloping Black.
His defense, which had risen sharply due to Magic and Magic, was now in a situation where that ‘board’ had been broken.
From the moment the Kraken’s waves disturbed the Space, the supply of Magic and the perfect use of spells were restricted, and the defense that had surrounded Black was significantly lowered.
Of course, if a Demon with Upper knowledge were present, they could quickly adapt to the changed environment or manipulate corresponding Magic.
‘This time, I’m faster.’
Now the situation was reversed.
Black’s expression, which had been pretending to chant a fake spell, crumpled.
“You…! Damn idiot!”
Kwaaaaaaang!!!
Black’s Body was torn apart in all directions.
The attack combining the Holy Destruction and the Holy Healing.
Generally, Holy Healing cannot inflict damage no matter how hard one attacks; it merely heals, but it is different for the Demon Race.
For them, the Holy is ‘extreme poison.’
Holy Healing is an even greater poison than that.
─How dare! An Angel messing with my masterpiece!!
The furious voice of the Demon rang throughout the entire Space.
Feeling particularly angry, even in this sea-covered Space, the powerful Magic was palpable enough to wrinkle one’s brow.
Recalling the spear, I opened a space for Demon.
“Lasty.”
‘Yeah.’
Swoosh…
Blood flowed from the small opening in the Dimensional Space.
Mixed with the sea, Lasty’s blood searched throughout the Space and eventually marked one spot in red.
A place where Magic was densely condensed.
It was so thick that I wondered if it might be a trap, but it seemed the Demon had anticipated even my thoughts.
Without a hint of hesitation, I lifted the Hammer and flew up.
I soared into the skies.
Someone over there immediately activated several spells.
“It’s already too late.”
Ugh!
My strike shattered the preserved someone and disrupted the unstable space.
■
“Looks like I lost.”
“As expected.”
Somewhere beyond the mirror, Duke Robelian Huangyeol and his clone chuckled at the fight between the two monsters.
Of course, there was a difference: the real one kept it inside, while the fake let it out.
“The Demon of Preservation has excellent magical affinity, but ultimately the clone isn’t up to par. Even Leo and Arne can’t absorb properly, can they? Not to mention you being a burden.”
“Your parents sure are good at picking sides.”
“Parents?”
The fake tilted his head and snickered, not typical of Robelian.
“Did ‘Robelian’ even have parents?”
“Well, there were some in the empire’s history.”
“The empire’s history… How about looking ‘higher’ than that? There might really be someone.”
“Stop the nonsense. Tell me about the situation on the preservation side. You still haven’t severed the connection, so you should know the status.”
“Hmm… It seems to be recovering. Though it appears to be more of an emotional wound than a physical one.”
Hehe…
“Maybe your ridiculous plan could actually come to fruition.”
“Why are you laughing like that?”
“Oh. Is it not right for Robelian to laugh like this? Just let me laugh a little, since I’m helping you instead of your parents, as you said.”
“…It’s pointless chatter.”
A flinch.
Duke Huangyeol’s gaze turned towards beyond the space.
The aftermath of the immense crack in space caused by Lily and the Demon of Preservation’s battle.
That aftermath influenced this place and fulfilled ‘it’.
“? What’s this?”
“It’s Plan D. Go wild, Robelian.”
“Can I finally step in?”
“Yes.”
“Good, then.”
The fake smirked widely and spread his black wings.
A man with angel wings stained in pitch black and wielding magical swords, rather than the swords of divinity, on his back.
It’s truly an absurd spectacle upon a second glance.
Duke Huangyeol suppressed his instinctive revulsion and unleashed the Golden Holy.
Cutting off all the various ‘signals’ linked to the fake Robelian.
Originally, the owner of those signals would have sensed the anomaly, but the current owner had suffered a great blow from losing his dolls and couldn’t detect it in time.
“You must know. There’s only one target. To take ‘her’ to that location. Nothing else will be tolerated.”
“There’s only one goal. To take ‘her’ to that place. Nothing else is acceptable.”
“Well, there are still plenty of flaws, but let’s roll with it.”
I’m curious, you know?
Swish!
■
“It wasn’t Neris.”
I retrieved the hammer and recalled what just happened. The clone that was helping to use the Demon Race’s magic was another guild master from the alliance.
However, unlike the complete Black, there were just various traits from the guild masters, and I couldn’t really point to anyone specifically.
Thinking about it, the probability of the clone that used magic being Neris was quite low. Neris is strong, but she has ‘zero’ talent for mana.
There’s no reason for a Demon capable of high-level magic to rely purely on the ‘system’ to use magic as the method involves ‘thinking’ to implement intricate magic formulas.
‘But the real issue here is…’
I scanned the surroundings.
The clash of Holy Power and Magic had created an incredible impact that could shake the entire space. Furthermore, due to the ongoing openings of the space and the Kraken invading the sea, the Space of the Mirror had become quite unstable.
If I were facing ‘Space,’ I would immediately restore that unstable state, but Preservation couldn’t do that.
Not only was it not their power, but they weren’t exactly cooperating either.
Of course, you could argue that they opened the space and moved the users’ bodies, so a cooperative relationship could exist, but those who have fought directly would know.
‘Space is not intervening.’
It merely moved things around without offering any direct help or support whatsoever. Even when the preserved users burst out and the ‘Space’ itself was collapsing, it did not interfere.
It was nothing short of the Demon Race’s behavior of killing and betraying each other as easily as breathing.
I trudged through the space of shattered glass and roughly pieced together where I was.
“A fissure in the rift.”
Ah, this was something that commonly happens during the war of the Demon Race. When battles intensify, the instability of space occurs, causing the surrounding area to warp.
In distorted space, there are restrictions on techniques related to ‘space,’ and even if you try to use them, you could end up moving to strange locations or summoning existences from other worlds.
Moreover, using too ‘excessive’ power can generate immense gravitational forces in the distorted space, drawing everything around towards it.
Normally, you would wrap yourself in Holy Power or Magic to avoid being pulled, but I didn’t do that.
“I’ve arrived properly.”
My goal was to find the main body of the Demon Race through the ‘gravity’ of the spatial instability.
No Matter How the distortion of Space is randomness, currently, Preservation has formed a mirror space through the Demon of Space.
If there’s a direct connection to Space, influenced by the Demon Race, then the place being pulled must likely be related to that Demon Race.
After I killed all the clones of the Demon of Preservation, I witnessed a mass of Magic riding the pull of the Crack in Space, and without resisting the pull, I too was sucked in.
Anyway, I succeeded, so now I just need to find the Main Body…
─Where on earth is Lady Lily?
─Hurry up and attack! Don’t let it come over!
─We have to escape now! If we stay here, we’ll all die!
─Hah… fake… this is such a pathetic game…
─How many times has it revived!
─Where even is this?
─……
I see people on the other side of countless cracks.
From the people rescued in the Underground cave to the party dealing with the Crack Demon Beasts above the Empire.
Users endlessly fighting fakes and those already subjected to Preservation, waiting for commands.
Many can be seen beyond the crack, but the ‘Main Body’ I’m looking for is nowhere to be found.
Since a mass of Magic came over, it seems it hastily fled into one area of the cracks as soon as we arrived.
‘Given the substantial amount of Magic given to the preserved User, I’m sure it won’t abandon that…’
After pondering for a moment, I suddenly realized that the other Eight Swords were also trapped.
Some might have suffered, but there were still quite a few holding their ground.
“Arne, Birang… Leo?”
Leo?
Just as I leaned forward to get a better look, a black blade grazed my neck.
A familiar yet unfamiliar energy.
─That was shallow.
A sword transformed into a mass of Magic, mimicking unpleasant holiness, chuckled with a strange energy.
─It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I apologize for making you wait.
“A Demon Race Duke Huangyeol. I can’t believe you gathered everything I hate so much.”
Without hesitation, I turned my back and threw myself into the crack where the Fake Duke Huangyeol was.
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