The Extra is Too Strong - Chapter 1060
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Extras are too strong 1060
It was six days later that Darcy opened her eyes.
“Is that so?”
She opened her eyes in the imaginary world and blinked in surprise.
Mord said.
“My body was fine, but my mind was slowly dying. Even the minimal, unconscious activities that kept me alive seemed to be gradually falling asleep.”
“I think so. It was like being trapped in the dark and slowly… very slowly sinking into the swamp.”
Darcy rubbed her forehead as a desperate memory came to mind.
“That’s possible with Aura.”
“Was it really Aurahwa’s technique? Not something like power?”
“Yeah. It seems like he doesn’t have any powers. I thought I stopped the attack from outside of space and time, but then I got stabbed by something again, and I felt like I was being possessed… … .”
They continued to fight in that state.
The more I fought, the more I felt a strange feeling of heaviness in my mind rather than my body, and eventually I lost consciousness as if I was tied down by something and falling to some distant place.
“I’ve seen techniques that affect the mind and the body, but this is the first time I’ve seen a technique that seals the mind itself in that way. The possibilities in this area are truly endless… … .”
Darcy looked at Mord, who was lost in thought, for a moment and then asked.
“What happened to him?”
“I died happily.”
“Oh, shit.”
Darcy lay down, irritated.
“I thought so. I just didn’t think he’d run away.”
“Did you wish you could run away?”
“No, I wanted to get revenge, but that doesn’t mean I wanted you to run away. If you ran away, there would have been a lot of bloodshed somewhere else since the convict was that strong.”
Although I feel like I would like to be alive and get revenge, I know very well that I shouldn’t wish for that.
Although Dalshi had a fanatical obsession with martial arts, he was not without discernment, so he could not help but suffer from such contradictory feelings.
Mord asked with a quiet smile.
“Did you get anything out of it?”
“It was there.”
Darcy sighed.
“You’re the type that gets impatient when you see a skilled opponent and wants to have a good time… … .”
“That was definitely the tendency.”
“If I hadn’t done that, I might have been more helpless.”
According to Dalshi’s self-evaluation, if we look at it purely as a battle of spearmanship and martial arts, he had the upper hand. However, he was completely overwhelmed in the areas of martial arts and martial arts.
But the fact that such a match was possible in the first place was due to Iron Fist’s concession.
He could have used his nerveless skills to drag the fight on, completely denying Darcy a chance to show off his strengths.
But instead of avoiding the fight that way and seeking a safe victory, Iron Fist chose to walk into Darcy’s territory and engage in a heated exchange.
“Anyway, it seems like the previous fight wasn’t easy, and I was quite injured, so it would have been wiser to avoid fighting you, Mord… I don’t think it was just arrogance that led me to fight you.”
Sometimes, fighting for your life is a better way to understand someone than talking to them.
Darcy somehow felt like she knew why Iron Fist had made that choice.
Mord said.
“Being a condemned person doesn’t change your nature. I wish I had met him while he was alive and become his comrade.”
It was a regret I had felt several times before.
Daolondo, Vashetamdo, Kuesado, Rickanedo, and Iron Fist were all people who could have been met as people rather than condemned.
But their lives were already over. They were haunted by nightmares and were destroying the world they cherished, so the only thing they could do was save their souls through death.
“But Mord.”
Suddenly, Dalshi felt something strange.
“What happened while I was passed out?”
Because I felt tired from Mord.
I’m not talking about mental fatigue. It felt like watching the aftermath of a fierce battle.
Mord smiled bitterly.
“There was a battle at Heukryongpo.”
The day after the Iron Fist was defeated, the Condemned again attacked Heilongbao in large numbers.
We gathered the troops that retreated after being defeated last time and added new troops to them.
A request for help from the South Sea Navy arrived, and Mord and his party led the survivor group to participate in the battle.
“… the battle continued for three days and nights without stopping.”
The condemned continued to drive on day and night, without any sign of rest.
Of course, they are not beings who do not know fatigue. They were able to do so because most of them were soulless condemned soldiers and monsters.
“In the end, the Black Dragon Robe was taken away.”
It was an overwhelming number of acts of violence.
If the enemies’ objectives had been clearer like last time, and if the high-ranking officials had come out and sought resonance, we could have somehow won by dealing with them.
But this time the convicts did not choose such a rational strategy.
As if throwing down the siege, pushing, pushing, pushing… … .
I chose a strategy that would only exhaust this side and lead to destruction by continuing to push forward.
He knew that if he died in these waters, he would truly die, and that if he killed the South Sea Navy here, they would not be incorporated into his forces, but he did not care.
Even Mord and his party could not find an answer in the face of this terrible attitude.
“If Rotendar had been there, maybe things would have turned out okay… … .”
No matter how strong Mord’s party is, there is a limit.
The problem is that the enemies keep coming without giving you a chance to rest, and there are large weapons like the Lord of the Watchers. If you have Rotendar, you can take them out in one shot, but when you dismount and fight, it takes too long to destroy them one by one.
Even though Mord’s party fought day and night, even eating pieces of the golden apple, the Namhae navy’s damage eventually piled up and they reached a point where they could no longer endure.
“…Until this morning, I had helped with the withdrawal of the Namhae naval forces and the evacuation of the Heukryongpo people, and had returned after gathering and moving supplies.”
“Oh, that’s… … .”
Darcy felt guilty. It was while she was unable to shake off her greed as a warrior and fought Iron Fist in a one-on-one duel, losing and collapsing that such a thing happened… … .
“How was the damage on our side?”
“There were four casualties in the survivor unit.”
“ah…….”
Darcy sighed.
It is truly incredible that only four people died in such a fierce battle. But how can we regard their deaths as mere numbers?
“The funeral was held.”
“I see. I should offer some flowers too. Did the Black Dragon Robe fall into their hands?”
“yes.”
The Namhae Navy has withdrawn its defensive line to Gyeokryongpo, further east.
“… But then wouldn’t they keep pushing forward? If they were pushed back at Heukryongpo, I don’t think they’ll be able to hold out well at Gyeokryongpo.”
“Fortunately, I don’t think that will happen.”
First of all, during the fall of Heukryongpo, too many of the condemned soldiers were killed.
Although they were finally defeated, the seemingly infinite army finally came to an end after three days and nights of fighting.
“And the terrain of Gyeokryongpo is a bit more defensive than that of Heukryongpo.”
The terrain was such that it was difficult to push a large army into the sea because there were many reefs in the sea and the current was strong.
“The problem is that we can’t push in many troops either.”
It is said that a significant number of the South Sea naval forces that withdrew this time due to physical space issues are deployed further east than Gyeokryongpo.
Darcy sighed and asked.
“I’ll make sure not to miss it next time. But I’m sorry to say this, but could you give me some time?”
The experience she gained from facing death in her fight with Iron Fist was truly invaluable. She needed time to digest that experience.
Mord said.
“That’s okay, but… won’t you regret it?”
“Hmm? What does that mean?”
“The best swordsman in the Eastern Continent has joined our side.”
“What?”
Darcy’s eyes opened wide.
***
The old swordsman, Woo Moon-seop, known as the ‘Sword that Cuts Stars’, was sitting on a bench, leaning on his cane, watching the people moving busily.
“Isn’t it time for you to stay in bed and rest?”
He wasn’t surprised by the voice coming from behind him.
The other person must have known that he would do the same, because he came and sat down next to him without any problem.
It was a large man, Mord.
“I was so suffocated just staying inside that I thought I would die. I was given permission to do this much.”
Woo Moon-seop looked at him with a laugh.
The old swordsman, whose whole body was wrapped in bandages, sat with his body slightly hunched over, but still looked up into the eyes of Mord, who was much higher than him, and asked.
“You guys are truly amazing. I thought the rumors were exaggerated, but it seems they are not even half as real.”
“People call you the Star-Cutting Sword.”
“It’s just a vain reputation gained by showing off a little talent ten years ago.”
“It is an exaggeration to say that cutting down a shooting star that falls on a village with a sword is a small feat.”
“Even so, he’s just an incompetent old man who couldn’t stop the condemned and let the young people die.”
Woo Moon-seop sighed.
Up until now, countless young people had shed blood to save their old selves. That fact was etched into his heart like a nail.
That’s why he couldn’t believe what he was seeing right now.
Since the condemned had pushed their way into Unpyeongdo, their fate had been sealed with defeat. No matter how hard they fought, they could only delay defeat, but victory was impossible.
When the Iron Fist finally mobilized his army to break through the barrier and catch up with his retreat, Woo Moon-seop thought that everything would end today.
He only hopes that while he holds onto the Iron Fist, at least one more person can escape.
But then a miracle happened.
The battle, which was considered a certain defeat, ended in victory. The people who had been pushed back from the area near the coast beyond those mountains were no longer able to escape to somewhere else, but were able to settle down here and hold on.
“Although it is late, I am grateful for the grace that saved this old man’s life. I can now dedicate my humble life to saving people.”
“If it weren’t for you, these people wouldn’t have survived until now.”
Mord shook his head.
When I asked people about Woo Moon-seop, they all had nothing but praise for him.
He was always at the forefront of the fight, risking his life to save as many people as possible.
Originally, Woo Moon-seop was an unknown person until 10 years ago.
Although he was not a prominent family, he was born as the third son of a wealthy family and inherited enough wealth to support himself until his old age. So he left his family and settled in a rural village, where he was content to teach children and young people as a pastime.
It was one incident that made him famous.
One day, a sorcerer who dealt with prophecy foresaw a disaster that would strike the village.
‘Everyone, please evacuate, because tomorrow a shooting star will fall from the sky and destroy the village.’
People packed their bags and left the village, half in doubt but still hoping for a chance.
But only one person, Woo Moon-seop, did not leave the village, but climbed up onto the roof and looked up at the night sky.
Everyone thought he was crazy and tried to get him out of the village, but he didn’t listen. Instead, he showed off his miraculous ability by swinging his sword once and cutting off the clothes of all those who tried to catch him, causing them to give up.
And the people saw.
The sight of a burning star falling into the middle of the village.
But the time they could see the star was very short.
It’s not just because the falling speed is so fast.
This is because when Woo Moon-seop, who was looking up at the sky from the roof, pulled out his sword and slashed it toward the sky, a star high in the sky split in two and exploded.
From that day on, Woo Moon-seop was called ‘the sword that cuts stars’.
Woo Moon-seop asked, rubbing the back of his neck as if embarrassed.
“I heard that Lord Mord defeated Iron Fist.”
“That was it. He died contentedly, and his soul was saved.”
“Can there truly be salvation for the soul of a condemned person?”
“there is.”
Mord, who had been assertive, explained the power of the Spirit Guides and what they had been doing so far.
Like anyone who has heard an unbelievable story, Woo Moon-seop also froze with his eyes wide open and his mouth open.
But his agitation did not last long.
The old man, who had the ability to shake the world but chose to live a quiet life teaching children in the countryside, but when the world needed him, he stood up and fought for the people, leaning on a cane, and staggered to get up.
And then he knelt down and cried out in a way that made it hard to believe that he was an injured person who could not even get up.
“General Mord, please take this old man under your command! If you take me in, I will work hard and add sparks to the light of hope that you have lit!”
“… … .”
Even Mord could not help but be perplexed by his actions.
Even though he had adapted well to the times, Taeseong Eom, a 21st century South Korean, still lived and breathed in his heart.
When I saw the old man with white hair, who had been willing to risk his life to save others, fall to the ground, I felt an indescribable sense of discomfort and guilt.
‘I’d rather face the Demon King.’
It was when Mord, who had raised his body without realizing it, was covered in a cold sweat.
“Please, stand up.”
“I will not rise until you permit me. If you do not take me in, General, this old man’s life is worthless.”
Mord sighed.
“Duke Woo Moon-Seop, you are a citizen of Onnuri. If you want to raise this country and return the world to its former state to your neighbors, follow Prince Hanul, not me.”
At those words, Woo Moon-seop was silent for a moment, then raised his head from his prone position and asked.
“I am ashamed to say this, but this old man is recognized by the god of war as the best swordsman in the world. I can be of help to you in your great undertakings. Don’t you desire my sword, General?”
“If you’re going to argue about whether you want it or not, then yes, you do want it. But the place that suits you is not next to me.”
To be honest, Woo Moon-seop was a desirable talent. If Mord and his party made a few investments, he would become a force stronger than Niska.
But when Mord heard his story from the people, he felt that he was not a person fit for the survivor unit.
Woo Moon-seop may not have a family, but he had people he wanted to protect with his life. As a citizen of Onnuri, someone with a solid identity and connections would be better off fighting for this country under Prince Hanul rather than under Mord.
“We can be comrades who fight together and practice martial arts together. However, I will not receive your loyalty. Prince Hanul will recruit you, and if you wish, I will even perform the dragon transformation procedure.”
For Prince Hanul, the dragon foot treatment is not something that can be performed on just anyone. It is not always successful even if the treatment is performed, and the resources for the treatment are extremely limited.
However, a person as talented as Woo Moon-Seop was definitely a candidate for the Dragon Clan Transformation procedure. If he became a Dragon Clan and escaped his old and tired body, he would become a much more powerful force than he is now.
But Woo Moon-seop smiled bitterly.
“You cannot receive the dragon foot treatment. This old man already received the dragon foot treatment when he was young, but he is just a failure who failed to become a dragon foot.”
“… … .”
Mord still didn’t know much about the social culture of the Onnuri Empire.
However, even though he was the third son, I felt like I understood a little why someone as capable as Woo Moon-seop had no ambitions and chose to leave his family and live a leisurely life in seclusion in the countryside.
It is a great privilege for a human to receive the dragon transformation procedure, but if it fails, it will be a case of being branded a failure who has blown a great opportunity that was given to the family.
The success rate of the dragon foot treatment mentioned in Se-Dok-Ma is around 70%.
If you just look at the numbers, it might seem high. If you take into account the condition that the stronger your physical and magical powers, the higher your success rate, even more so.
But what if your life depends on it?
Even if you receive the dragon foot transformation procedure and fail to become a dragon foot, the mortality rate is over 70%. Woo Moon-seop survived against those odds and was branded a failure.
Moreover, since the dragon foot treatment can only be received once in a lifetime, Woo Moon-seop would never have another chance to erase the stigma of a failure.
“… I see.”
“But I understand what you are saying, General. I apologize for causing trouble because of this old man’s short-sightedness.”
Woo Moon-seop got up, bowed his head, and began to walk unsteadily, leaning on his cane.