The Broken Possessors of the Infinite Regression Academy - Chapter 153



Chapter 153 – Demon King’s Army 1st Corps Commander – 3

There was something I had been curious about since I unexpectedly ended up fighting alongside Dullahan. Leaving aside Elisier, who gave it her all, I wondered how strong Dullahan, consumed by the magic sword, would be.

I thought I would never see that guy again since he would never be able to hold a magic sword in his right mind.

-What the heck!

Gwangchang blocked the magic sword that was swung at a speed that was too fast for the eye to see. The two weapons collided, creating a large shockwave that blew away the ground beneath his feet to the size of a nobleman’s mansion.

That wasn’t the end of it. The space where the magic sword passed split into black and slowly sucked in the nearby dimensions.

It’s not just that space is fragmented, but that things that shouldn’t have existed are created in between, shattering everything they touch.

-Saaa… … .

A golden light burst out of the light window. The burst of light clung to the blackened space like a spider web. The space beyond the dimension that should not have existed was slowly closing.

This whole process happened in the blink of an eye. Only then did both of us catch ourselves floating in the air and continue our attack.

“… … !!!”

A roar came from inside the helmet. The guy swung his usual sword instead of the magic sword and charged at me. The tip of the sword, which was imbued with swordsmanship, drew a very sharp and cool trajectory.

It was much weaker than an attack using a magic sword, but it could be said that it was an attack filled with honor and sincerity.

The sword that had swung without a single inch of error flashed with light. However, the light spear blocked its trajectory one step ahead, and Dullahan’s sword, which had seen the sun at the exact moment, bounced off to the opposite side.

“Ugh, ugh… … !”

The next attack was no longer possible by his own will. A slurp leaked out between the helmets, and the energy in his left arm went wild, causing him to swing his magic sword at an unpredictable trajectory and speed.

In response, the spear swung even faster. Dozens of attacks and defenses passed by before I could even take a breath. The aftermath caused a great change in the perception of the surroundings.

Craters, each as large as a mansion, were constantly forming and disappearing. Something that was neither a canyon nor a plain was being created on the ground.

-Oh my god!

The magic sword and the light spear collided with each other with all their might. The struggle continued in that state. The light leaking out of the light spear enveloped the magic sword, and the black energy leaking out of the magic sword enveloped the light spear.

Suddenly, the ground I was standing on began to tear left and right, splitting the ground in two. They couldn’t withstand the force pushing each other away.

“Kuaaah… … !”

The magic sword was also unable to withstand the force. With a scream from Dullahan, his body was thrown backwards and rolled on the ground. A halo of light cut diagonally through his armor.

The body rose up onto the overturned earth in an instant. The part that the light spear had cut through was burning with light. The judgment was quick. Durahan swung his magic sword and cut off his own chest.

The cut-off part fell straight to the ground, and disappeared in a golden light. Dullahan, who had regenerated in an instant with the power of the demon, shouted in a voice that seemed to be squeezing it.

“What kind of power is that… …! You are not a warrior… … and it is not even a holy sword… …! How can you say you are handling divinity… …!”

“That’s right. I’m not a warrior. This is an extremely disrespectful thing to call a holy sword.”

The guy tried to control his left arm, which was about to swing again, as if he wanted to hear more of my explanation, but this time he couldn’t. The pitch-black energy leaking out of the magic sword penetrated into the armor.

The Dullahan, half of its body consumed by the black aura, rushed forward. The ground swept by its trajectory was crushed as easily as pudding. Everything it touched was shattered and disappeared.

The place where the magic sword passed by was covered in darkness, and the place where the light from the light spear was shining was brightly burning. The halo of light containing the sun illuminated the world that was turning black.

“What should I say? Yeah, let’s say it’s a little shiny.”

“No way… … ! Clearly… … I can feel the power of a goddess that is incomparably hateful… … !”

“That’s right. That’s what they said. But the reason he woke up is far from being a god.”

An object that was given to me by the most noble and devoted woman in the world, but was awakened by the evil wishes of countless people who rushed at me to please die for them, and appeared through my power.

That was the fucking ball of light.

If a god really did intervene in the creation of such a thing, then he would certainly be worthy of being called an evil god.

“… … .”

As I looked back, blood burst out of my left eye. I could feel the liquid running down my cheek.

I moved my arm and wiped it away quietly. I didn’t use any healing magic. It wouldn’t have bothered me anyway. This wasn’t a disease of the body, it was a disease of the mind.

“I see… … .”

Durahan opened his mouth in a squeezing voice, adjusting his posture as if he was trying to figure out what he had just felt from my expression.

“Then… … Go ahead and give it your all… … .”

In that moment, an ominous energy began to swirl around the guy’s body.

Just by appearing, the space around them was torn apart, and the dimensions were dyed black. An abyss that even the sun that illuminated the sky could not penetrate revealed itself, swallowing up even concepts.

The world around the Demon Sword was disintegrated into pieces and sucked into somewhere. Into something beyond the world, something that was beyond the world’s logic, something that no one could even dare to guess what was beyond.

“I will do the same… … .”

A world made of darkness descends, and the very concept of death is revealed.

As Richard lay dying, he wished to be both an honorable knight and a lord worthy of serving.

That wind remained unchanged even after countless ghosts’ resentment and desires were gathered into the decapitated bodies and reborn as Dullahan, and it became the driving force that could sustain the flesh indefinitely.

A long-cherished wish has finally come true. He has found a lord worthy of serving with all his heart, the man who was once Knight Richard of Durrahan.

It was the Demon King of that time, Elisier.

Unlike other foolish demons who had claimed to be demon lords, Elisier had overwhelming power and ruthlessly trampled the entire demon world. She was the perfect lord for Dullahan, who was born from a mixture of resentment.

That is why Durahan showed all the loyalty he had not shown in his lifetime, and Elisier used Durahan as her own loyal sword.

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It was a very satisfying life to become a sword and swing it at the command of a cruel and wise lord. Durahan’s loyalty deepened with each passing day.

“I want to show my swordsmanship to the Demon King.”

One day, when Durahan had achieved great success and Elisier asked him to tell her what he wanted, he said this.

“Why is that?”

Elisier asked.

“To me, the Demon King is heaven. If my swordsmanship can reach such a person, doesn’t that mean my sword can also reach heaven? I just have a small wish that when the Demon King conquers heaven someday, I will be the vanguard.”

“That’s a very good ambition, but there’s something wrong with it.”

“I will wash my ears and listen.”

“You are not a being that can stop at just the sky. You are a being that can look beyond. So, spread your dreams to your heart’s content. You will become a sword that is swung not only in the sky but also in the world beyond.”

Since then, Durahan has worked like crazy day and night to hone his ultimate swordsmanship that will reach beyond the heavens. He has devoted every spare moment he has to the training of swordsmanship, aside from the time he spent serving the Demon King.

And when he finally achieved what he had wished for, there was no one left to hold the sword and swing it.

I thought there was nothing left.

‘Mummy Crate.’

Durahan repeated the name of the human before his eyes. A name that had been floating around among the legion commanders for a while. However, it was a name that he had never reached until six legion commanders had fallen.

If that person’s true identity was a masked human, then serving the Demon King would have been a lie from the beginning.

But that is why I couldn’t help but acknowledge Mira Crate as an honorable person. Even though there were countless opportunities for betrayal, she remained a comrade on the journey to find the Demon King until the very end.

Even if the beginning was false, the process itself was real. How could one disparage such a person as dishonorable?

This decision was all the more valuable because none of the other demons were recognized as comrades by Durahan.

Their loyalty to the Demon King was genuine, but on the other hand, without the Demon King’s orders, the legion commanders were busy keeping an eye on each other, so they could not even dream of truly trusting each other.

What the same race of demons could not achieve, humans achieved.

That’s why I believed that it was possible for me. I believed that I could survive by witnessing the swordsmanship that would transcend the world in place of the Demon King, and that I could survive and end this shameful and dishonorable life.

With faith in humanity, Dullahan took up his sword.

-It doesn’t break, it doesn’t bend, and it doesn’t back down.

The swordsmanship that had been perfected with sincerity was ready to sweep from the tip of the blade. Death responded to it, and the demon responded. It didn’t matter. I believed that this human would definitely accept it.

The swordsmanship for a single path, for cutting across the world, was concentrated in the magic sword. The space nearby slowly melted. The tip of the sword was pointed at the Mira Crate.

-The only place it is headed is ahead.

Death flew in. Everything in its path collapsed one after another. Time and space were no exception, and it seemed as if the past, present, and future were all contained in a single stroke of swordsmanship.

I felt it instinctively. It was impossible to dodge that blow. It seemed like a sword technique created to destroy the desired target and kill the opponent.

Of course, I had no intention of dying whatsoever.

“… … .”

I closed my eyes. I didn’t need any vision for the work I was about to do.

Memories flowed in through the window. Memories that I desperately wanted to forget and erase, but now it was time to bring them out.

A longing voice began to flow in.

-Why do you give so much? That’s a ridiculous question. There’s no reason for giving.

-You have to take care of yourself first. That is absolutely right. If I collapse, the only thing that will result is that there will be fewer people to take care of.

-However, in the scriptures that record the words of my God, there is this saying:

Yes. There was a saying like that. I muttered the words from my memory.

“You, do it for me… … .”

The heavens opened.

The red sky turned gold.

“I will call that which is coming, Faith, and that which is leaving, Miracle… … .”

Not even a symbol of the sun, but the sun itself was in the light. The concepts that supported the primordial light, faith, and belief in all cultures swirled around the light.

“Look! Have I not put the world under your feet for your sake? … .”

He raised his left hand, the spear tip pointing downward, ready to touch the world.

“So don’t be afraid and move forward… … .”

The sun has appeared.

-In the beginning was I.

With the first dawn, which meant miracle, everything it touched turned into light.