Volume 2 Chapter 104 Dawn Of Izerland II
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
(Damn. Has the magic power already recharged…!)
If this had happened during the day, he would hasn’t been overwhelmed by sheer firepower.
He was lucky enough to hasn’t a few dozen seconds between attacks, but when he’s in the middle of fighting, that grace period is far too short.
(What do I do?)
The Windsong Blade is behind him.
He has to dash forward and strike back.
But…
That chipped sword can’t possibly deflect that solar attack…
’Draw the cursed sword.’
(‘Glasses’!?)
’Kian, *deflect* the enemy’s *solar attack*.’
”────!”
”Oooooooooh! Haaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!”
The massive magic power flared up before him.
Oswald held his holy sword, still sheathed, and howled at the sky.
His golden magic power illuminated the heavens and the earth like high noon.
A blast of fire erupted from beneath his feet, and the roof of the west wing began to burn.
The blast wind raged.
Splinters of wood and gravel flew everywhere, grazing Kian’s cheek and leaving a scratch.
”Fall, heavens! Split, earth! Burn everything to cinders, My sun! …It’s over, Kian! This time, I’ll obliterate you from this world, leaving not even your soul!”
”────!”
’Get ready! Deflect his golden light!’
”…’Glasses’!”
Kian lowered the cursed sword with its red blade.
His hair was tousled by the heat.
”I believe in you!”
He channeled his magic power.
He poured everything into the cursed sword.
He didn’t know if what he was doing was the right thing, but the cursed sword glowed red, and the ancient magic language carved into it shimmered.
Kian couldn’t read it.
But he understood its meaning.
”*Magic Reflection*──”
Kian stared up at the golden light tearing through the night sky.
A bird’s shadow…
No, not a bird.
It was the Demon Phoenix—its burning eye glaring from the center of an impossible sun.
Once worshipped as a god.
Now, a fallen demon.
Oswald’s golden pillar shot heavenward, flaring like a second sun—radiant, terrifying, divine.
Its brilliance bathed the battlefield in searing light.
Armor blistered and peeled away from Kian’s body; the underlayer blackened, then disintegrated into ash.
And still…
He stood.
He shook off the sun.
’Don’t be afraid! Stand your ground!’
’Glasses’ had shouted that moments ago.
But her voice was long gone, devoured by the roaring inferno.
The descending sun was not meant for *a* man.
It was meant to erase an army.
It should have obliterated him.
It didn’t.
The golden beam screamed toward him.
Kian’s cursed blade rose to meet it, his timing flawless.
”UOOOOOOHHHHH!! TAKE THISSSSS!!”
He couldn’t even hear himself.
Only the roar of magic, the hiss of heat—blistering, blinding.
But he was still there, still alive, as if cradled by the sun itself.
No.
More than that.
The cursed sword in his hands…
It was drinking the golden light.
”──!”
His arm shook violently, the heat surging through his shoulder like molten iron.
His vision was gone—drowned in blinding white.
Was there still ground beneath his feet?
Could he even hear anything through the roar in his head?
Was he… still alive?
He didn’t know.
He didn’t need to.
White.
Endless white.
No sound. No shape.
Just one thought, pounding in his skull:
Move.
Fight.
Finish it.
The stench of burnt flesh filled his lungs—his own skin, seared and blackened.
But his fingers stayed clenched around the hilt.
The cursed blade was still there.
Still burning.
Still hungry for more.
”────────”
Then—
A voice from afar heard from his vampire clairvoyance.
Disbelief, faint but sharp.
”What…!?”
Oswald.
The light ceased.
Kian still stood.
His body barely holding together.
But he lived.
And in his hands, the sword blazed—a furious red, alive with vengeance.
”──!”
He raised it high.
He knew exactly what came next.
Swing down.
Reflect it back.
Let *his* sun devour Oswald’s.
”HAAAAAAAAH―――!! RAAAAAAGHHH!!!”
He swung.
The cursed blade shrieked as it turned golden brilliance into a crimson flash, firing it back—twice as powerful, twice as fast.
But this light wasn’t heat.
This wasn’t sunlight.
It was fury.
Oswald didn’t move.
He couldn’t.
The wave was too fast, too furious.
He thrust his holy sword in front of him—desperate, hopeless.
The red light slammed into him like a tidal wave swallowing sand.
”GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!?!?!?!?!?”
Oswald’s scream tore through the sky.
The holy sword quivered in his grip.
The magic he had fired was now burning him alive, the curse turning his own power against him.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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