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Clang, clang.
The sound of heavily armed Imperial troops advancing echoed through the night sky.
Simultaneously.
Swish.
An ice sword appeared in Davian's right hand.
After gripping the ice sword with both hands.
Swoosh!
He swung it horizontally.
Whoosh.
The sword vibrated finely,
And a mana blade erupted.
Kwaa kwaa kwaa!
Davion's mana blade spread out in a fan shape, maintaining its wild power.
The surprised mage Diler swung his staff in the air to cast a nullification spell, but.
This isn't magic.
Crack! Splat! Crunch!
Davion's mana blade swept through the Imperial army ranks.
Thick plate armor reinforced with steel was useless.
The bodies of the soldiers in the front row burst and were torn apart, armor and all.
"What is this!"
Commander-in-Chief Calai urgently raised his shield, blocking the storm of mana blades.
The shield, infused with inner power, glowed golden.
Drrrrr.
He managed to block the impact, but couldn't help being pushed back.
He strained his legs, and the stone floor cracked deeply.
He was pushed back about five steps before finally stopping.
'This is...!'
He'd seen this technique somewhere before.
It was similar to the technique Cain, who carried a large, chipped axe, used.
'Blocking won't solve this.'
The only way to break through is to cut the incoming shockwave perpendicularly.
Even if he knows what technique it is and can now block it.
Most of the Imperial soldiers don't have the skill to block something like this.
"Everyone scatter! Scatter and attack! First Knight Division forward! If the same attack comes, cut it vertically in time!"
"Yes!"
The Imperial troops quickly scattered.
It was the Commander-in-Chief's order, but.
Having seen their comrades in front of them being torn apart with their own eyes, they scattered with all their might to survive.
The Imperial leader, Old Man, raised his hooked right hand high.
"In a semicircle! Surround the citizens and fight!"
He ordered them to form a formation that would protect the civilians first.
And.
"But remember! Remember why everyone is here! The goal is not to protect even one more person, but to cut down even one more enemy!"
He told them to form a formation to protect the civilians, but to focus on fighting the Imperial troops.
"For the freedom of Colonia!"
"For freedom!"
While the independent army was forming a battle formation,
Civilians began to shout, raising their fists high in the air.
"For the freedom of Colonia!"
"For freedom!"
No one was afraid or backed down.
Now that they've come this far, they know there's no turning back.
They also know that Princess Kartia, the last of the Colonia royal bloodline, is in the middle of the crowd.
They don't know how to fight and haven't taken up arms, but.
Everyone gathered here was an independent soldier.
Kwaa kwaa kwaa!
Davion fired another mana blade.
Dozens of Imperial soldiers were blown up and torn apart.
The difference was that now, people were starting to cut down the mana blade here and there.
'There are some pretty skilled guys.'
The Imperial army has hundreds of troops.
There are several who are skilled enough to cut down the mana blade.
On the other hand, there are only a few dozen independent soldiers.
At this rate, the damage to the Colonia people is bound to increase.
Since I've decided to help, I might as well help properly.
"Latia."
"Huh?"
"I'm going to catch that mage who's using nullification magic. Wait here."
Latia was surprised and asked.
"Alone? You're going in there?"
Davion nodded.
"Won't it be too dangerous?"
"Don't worry."
Davion replied briefly and leaped forward.
Quick and decisive.
Finish quickly.
As he approached the Imperial army's camp, several swordsmen swung or stabbed their swords at him.
They were unusually skilled.
Clang!
As the swords collided.
Bang!
He slammed a fireball into the Imperial soldier's abdomen.
The Imperial soldier was thrown far away by the unexpected attack.
Swoosh!
In the meantime, he cut down another Imperial soldier with his ice sword.
Kwaa kwaa kwaa!
He fired a mana blade towards the place where the mage Diler was.
Swish.
An Imperial soldier wearing unusually flashy armor raised his sword high.
Slice.
He cut down Davian's mana blade.
"You don't seem to be from Colonia. Why are you rampaging here like this?"
"You must be the Commander-in-Chief. I'm glad I found you."
Commander-in-Chief Calai frowned.
"You seem to be quite skilled. But your arrogance is sky-high."
"You Marino Empire guys are the arrogant ones."
Davion rushed towards Commander-in-Chief Calai.
Step, step.
Two Imperial soldiers stood in front of the Commander-in-Chief.
Whoosh.
They coated their swords with golden aura and swung them at Davion at the same time.
One from below, one from above.
It was a well-trained movement.
But.
This is not enough.
He pulled one of them with telekinesis.
He didn't come easily, but his swordsmanship was disrupted as he strained his lower body.
A brief gap.
Davion's ice sword dug into that gap.
"Guh!"
The thick armor made of steel was useless.
The ice sword cut through the Imperial soldier's armor like slicing through radish.
It was an ice sword that had become even sharper as his magic power increased dramatically after absorbing the Archmage's heart.
Commander-in-Chief Calai couldn't help but be surprised.
The person whose body was split in half in just one exchange was the fastest swordsman among the Imperial troops dispatched to Colonia.
Swoosh!
"Kuh!"
The other one's head flew off.
He was the one emitting the most powerful aura.
'Strong!'
He doesn't know where this monster came from.
An opponent who is too strong has appeared.
The Commander-in-Chief was not weaker than the two who had just died, but if he were asked if he could cut them down so easily, he couldn't easily guarantee it.
'But he won't be able to face the entire Imperial army.'
Commander-in-Chief Calai hurriedly retreated.
"Attack! Whoever beheads that guy will be promoted two ranks today!"
The surrounding Imperial troops rushed in.
'I need to retreat to the back quickly.'
Just as Commander-in-Chief Calai was about to move in earnest.
Kwaang!
With a huge explosion, the Imperial troops surrounding Davion were blown away in all directions at once.
'You crazy bastard...!'
Cold sweat ran down the back of Commander-in-Chief Calai's neck.
The monster's eyes were fixed on him.
"Don't back down!"
The situation was not good for the independent army.
They were completely surrounded by the Imperial army and were under attack.
The number of them was too small.
Not all the Imperial troops were threatening, but there were quite a few skilled swordsmen mixed in.
Clins, who had cut down one Imperial soldier, jumped forward.
"Elder! Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me and cut down one more enemy."
Clins urged the independent soldiers surrounding the old man.
"We must protect the Elder!"
"Yes!"
Clang!
There was no time for a long conversation.
Clins turned back and had to face the Imperial army's sword again.
This time, it was a swordsman wearing aura.
Clins also put in his inner strength to unleash his aura.
Clang! Clang!
It was a pretty fast and heavy sword.
It was different from the Imperial troops he had faced so far.
The opponent smiled bitterly and asked.
"There are some hidden skilled people among the independent army maggots."
"Shut up!"
Clins swung his sword even bigger.
How many skilled people do I have to defeat to reach the commander of the colonial army?
Clang! Clang!
Clins's sword and the Imperial army swordsman's sword clashed fiercely.
"You must have been a big shot before becoming a colony. Maybe you were the captain of this small kingdom's knights?"
"You don't need to know!"
"What a waste of talent. If you hadn't been born in this remote little kingdom, you could have done great things."
"Shut up!"
At that time.
A loud voice filled with inner strength echoed.
It was the voice of a young man.
It was Davion Naohene.
"Imperial troops, listen! Your commander-in-chief is dead at my hands! The mage Diler, who was using nullification magic, is also dead! Anyone who wants to save their life, leave Colonia City right now!"
The Imperial army swordsman, who was clashing swords with Clins, looked towards the source of the sound.
In the meantime.
Stab.
Clins's sword, who hadn't lost his focus, pierced the Imperial army swordsman's armor joint.
The independent army leader, Old Man, behind Clins opened his mouth.
"Is that true...? That he killed Commander-in-Chief Calai and the mage Diler...?"
Clins replied.
"I think we need to see the situation a little more. But Davion didn't seem like the type to use shallow tricks or say nonsense."
"So, he really succeeded in killing Calai and Diler."
"I'll check it out."
The old man raised his left palm to stop Clins.
"No, let me check."
Click, click.
The old man turned and released the hook attached instead of his right hand with his left hand.
His smoothly cut wrist was revealed.
It was a wrist that the old man had cut off himself.
Then he raised both hands high in the air.
Mana began to fluctuate rapidly near the old man's hands.
The current leader of the independent army.
Former Chief Mage of the Colonia Royal Palace.
It was the moment when Johannes Thomas's magic was unleashed.
All the magicians of the Colonia Kingdom had a tradition of engraving a mark on a well-visible place on their bodies.
It was a flower pattern with six leaves, symbolizing the magic of Colonia.
If you were recognized as a magician in the Royal Palace Magic Department, you could engrave this mark on your body, and you would be managed by the kingdom as a formal magician.
Johannes Thomas, the chief magician of the Royal Palace, was able to engrave a magician's mark on the back of his right hand when he was 11 years old.
A magician's mark that he had been proud of all his life.
But on the day the Marino Empire army broke down the gates of the Colonia Kingdom.
On the day that monster appeared who nullified all magic.
On the day that the head of His Majesty the King fell into the hands of the Imperial army's commander-in-chief.
Johannes Thomas tearfully cut off his right hand himself.
The tears that flowed down his cheeks at the time were not because it was difficult to endure the pain or because he was sad about his now-vanished right hand.
What was reflected in Johannes's tearful eyes was the flower pattern with six leaves engraved on the back of his severed right hand.
Someday.
He had endured until now, waiting for the day when he could use magic again for the Colonia Kingdom.
He had lost his right hand, which had been his pride for the rest of his life.
It didn't matter if he spent most of his time in dark and damp underground spaces.
If he could properly show the magic of the Colonia Kingdom to the evil Imperial army bastards.
If only he could do that, he could endure anything.
And now.
That moment had come.
Crack, crack.
The sky above the back of the Imperial army's camp began to crack.
As if cracks were forming in a dry desert.
The night sky, which had only been showing stars, cracked.
Everyone, whether they were Colonia people or Imperial soldiers, turned their heads to the cracked sky.
And from the sky.
A meteor shower began to fall.
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