Became an Academy Spearman - Chapter 891



891. [Western Front] – The Appearance of Sinchang Eustea (166)

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Countless people live and leave traces on the world.

Whether it exists as something tangible or as intangible knowledge or principles, so many beings have left their lives engraved on the world.

However, no one could understand what this world was left behind by a being with a transcendent will that no one could reach.

It is Eustea’s will.

The fact that he, who had faced complete death in the world, engraved his own will into his own characteristics and passed them on was strange and bizarre in itself.

Also, engraving another’s will in order to erase the influence of one’s will on future successors was an unknown territory that was difficult to implement even in theory.

But Eustea had only one worry.

Because he hoped that the successor to his power would not be defeated by this power… … .

… … .

I saw two eyes filled with coldness.

But the goodness in those cold eyes cannot be erased. Because these are the eyes that reflect the essence of existence.

Eustea’s will was smiling at the sight of Cheon-seong.

“… … .”

There is a clear joy in his will that should not exist in the world.

Sreuk.

The corners of the mouth are slightly curled up.

And Eustea continued to feel her emotions changing.

-Overwhelming genius.

-Nevertheless, altruism that thinks of others.

-The logic of power that was built independently while following its own power.

-Furthermore, even choosing a path different from your own… … .

The more I came across the window, the more I could see the true value of Han Cheon-seong, who could be said to be his successor.

‘The successor will definitely surpass me.’

I could definitely say that.

Therefore, I also knew that the future I had to face in the past and the future my successor would face would be completely different.

That alone gave me infinite trust.

Nevertheless, in the past I was really worried.

Even if I left my will like this, I was not sure whether future successors would be able to withstand erosion.

Even I knew that the area where my will had reached was outside of the standards.

After resisting for a long time under the influence of the original apostle, I reached a realm of consciousness that was originally unreachable.

And that’s it.

It became a burden that was too great for the person who was supposed to carry on my power.

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It was impossible to defeat the Apostle by simply inheriting characteristics.

Even in the future when the empire would fall, I vaguely felt the past.

A memory containing all the principles I have learned through this trait is essential.

I can’t even stand against the Apostle without the transmission of my memories.

That is how powerful the apostle was.

“Ha, ha… … .”

Even as he was breathing heavily, my eyes saw him covered in blood all over his body.

“… … .”

I could see the torn officer’s uniform and the terrible wounds that looked like pieces of flesh had been torn off. Each and every one of them is seriously injured and cannot even move properly.

Nevertheless, the heir stood up and faced me.

A brilliant light shines in the two golden eyes, and they stare at me.

‘hope.’

I suddenly felt that way when I saw the successor.

The pain in this space, realized through my will, is no different from reality. And I know that soon he will face death.

As I ran into the window, the result was like this.

Because he, the successor, cannot defeat me, who wields the power he has achieved.

This was even more impossible when dealing with the same ‘window’.

Therefore, this too will be an arrangement and a trial. An ordeal that pushes the heir beyond his limits.

And the successor I saw in my eyes was steadily facing the trials and trying to move forward to the extent of exceeding my expectations.

Sreuk.

Suddenly, the hand holding the spear was seen pulling back. That posture was extremely familiar to me.

‘Is it Surabicheon?’

I realized it as soon as I saw it. At least that Gisu-sik is Surabicheon.

Sreuk.

A small feeling of admiration welled up in me as I, too, assumed the same posture as I pulled back the window.

‘It would be a power that could not be handled in the first place.’

To perfectly draw the path of this stance at that level, a great burden will be placed on the body. However, by implementing it as a skill, I suppressed the burden of having to come back.

“… … .”

I, too, was holding my breath as he slowly held his breath and tried to attack me.

I will be a thorough initiate and lead my successor to death.

‘Still, it’s bizarre.’

The successor’s skill, ‘Suranaseonchichik’, is a special power that only he has realized.

And when I looked a little closer, it was clear that it was a skill that was greatly influenced by the intense hatred I had for the apostles during my lifetime.

The successor will complete the power that is a mixture of myself and myself.

Even though he has already experienced death several times, he displays such strong will that he tries to face the spear again.

Tuk.

Even now, the posture just before deploying Surabicheon was flawless.

So I found out. The death of this successor will end with this one move.

That was the moment I thought so.

“Type 5… … !”

Something completely unexpected came out of the heir’s mouth.

“… … !”

Even when I looked at the successor for a moment, I could not realize the change in him. That is, the moment I completed this space, the power that I had limited when looking at the successor was the power that he initially possessed.

There was no Fifth Style in that power.

This stance was even the older brother of the fourth type, Surabicheon.

■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■!!

Huge changes began to appear immediately.

The gigantic spiral airflow that swirled around Changshin suddenly began to surround not Changshin but the successor.

The golden air current fluttering in the meantime depicts another air current that follows the reverberation of the giant spiral.

“… … .”

That was a change.

In just this short time.

Taking the vague advice I gave him as a clue, the successor clearly grasped the next clue himself.

And now we are trying to implement it into reality.

Sigh.

As a feeling of satisfaction that could not be hidden took over my entire body, I immediately opened my mouth and shouted loudly.

“Form 4 Surabicheon (修羅非天)!”

The skill learned by the successor was implemented with even more overwhelming power, and he even struck out the spear first.

Chop rock!

The blood-red surface of the water exploded in a huge way at once.

And the rapidly accelerating view pierces through all the gaps in time, giving me an unrealistic sensation.

‘What are your own limitations?’

And the completion of stronger power.

It can only be completed in extreme crisis.

ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ!!

As I looked at the window tearing up space like that, I didn’t even have a single sigh of mercy.

“… “Non-cheonsu-wol (non-cheonsu-wol).”

The conclusion was fleeting.

And at that moment, I understood.

What is the power that the Fifth Style created by the Successor hoped for?

So, I couldn’t be more satisfied at the last moment.

Because I was able to see the greater hope at the end than anyone else.

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“Form 4 Surabicheon (修羅非天)!”

Eustea’s solemn cry immediately shakes the blood-red sea.

Chop rock!

I had to finish the development of the Fifth Ceremony without even being able to see him taking steps without delay.

“… “Non-cheonsu-wol (non-cheonsu-wol).”

In Surabicheon’s ready stance, I thrust out my spear.

However, the change was unlike any other skill I had experienced so far.

It wasn’t visible.

No, I couldn’t see it.

The Surabi Heaven developed by Eustea is close to the extreme that my perception of reality cannot match. It was like that even though it was Surabicheon that I developed with my own strength.

I realized this while facing Eustea in her last death.

No matter how hard I try, I can’t catch up with the power that has reached my secret goal. The Surabi Heaven he unfolded, the origin of my power, was already far beyond reality.

And, that’s why I had the power to achieve it.

ㅡType 5 Bicheon Suwol.

“… … .”

A huge change was seen.

The vast, blood-red sea is slowly collapsing. The sight of the ground collapsing helplessly as if it had disappeared was unrealistic in itself.

And gradually, I felt that even the terrible pain I felt throughout my body disappeared like a lie.

The hand holding the spear was freed, and the corners of my eyes blurred without my knowledge.

“… … .”

After several deaths, I reached the 5th rite.

And now that I had arrived, he did not exist in my eyes.

Eustea’s appearance.

I’d like to say thank you.

I want to express these feelings to him who has given me unparalleled devotion.

He was no longer in front of me.

Tight.

As I chewed my lips, emotions welled up that even I couldn’t understand.

“… … ha.”

Only the suppressed breath came out.

In the past, he stood alone against the apostle and saved the empire from the end.

And this will that I left behind has now saved me as I face death.

his life.

his feelings.

It all feels so vivid now… … .

I don’t know anything about it.

While many emotions were crossing, a strange sadness filled my heart.

‘I should have said it too.’

Shouldn’t I have given him a proper answer?

Even if it was just a fragment of his will, I had to give him an answer.

The dedication he showed.

No matter how much later generations call him a hero.

He was not recognized while he was alive. He could not let anyone understand his difficulties.

Then I was the only one in this world who could understand him… … .

I couldn’t even thank him properly.

My first and last encounter with him was so vain.

“… … .”

As if he existed when I first opened my eyes.

Now, of course, it has disappeared as if it never existed.

Slurp… … !

I closed my eyes blankly, looking at the world of images completely collapsing.

I couldn’t say anything out loud.

I just made up my mind internally.

‘certainly… … .’

I will never forget this moment when I met him.

Even if no one in the world remembers him, I do… … .

We will face reality remembering his will and remembering his dedication.