Chapter 226
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A hideaway in the great forest.
Why
The faces of those asking for reasons kept changing.
At first, it was Dorempa, but from the middle, it changed to old colleagues and people whose names he didnt know.
Why
Why was it?
Often, people in recurring nightmares always asked him for reasons.
And it always ended with
Why!
It was the leader.
As the thunderous shout echoed in his ears, Ivar suddenly sat up in bed.
Cough, cough.
Looking around with a sweaty face, he realized it was already night.
Unlike the dream, the hideout was anything but quiet.
Darn it, a restless nights sleep.
Scratching
Ivar mechanically took some herbs and lay back down.
After encountering the Hero in the laboratory.
He focused solely on recovering in the hideout without stepping out.
The Heros pursuit was faster than he had anticipated.
They would meet soon.
Leader
The face that screamed in the dream and the face he saw in the laboratory during the day intersected in the darkness.
Ivar clenched his fist.
Gradually, the end of their enduring bond was becoming visible.
Its been years already.
His first encounter with the Hero was when the Dawn Knights were just starting out and gaining fame.
Theo ordered him to infiltrate the Dawn Knights as his comrade, and Ivar faithfully followed.
Thus, sometimes living as a hero, sometimes as a pawn.
Memories of leading the charge against demons.
Memories of secretly harming humans from behind.
The two intertwined.
Since when?
Ivar no longer thought about the consequences of his actions.
But does that mean he truly doesnt understand?
Countless heroes died because of the information he passed on, the traps he set.
And their absence brought about even more death.
Someday, you will pay for your sins!
Long ago, the nameless man who shouted at him as if spitting blood came to mind.
Pay for the sins
Ivar gritted his teeth at this.
Sins, huh fucking right. I couldnt help it either.
If anyone were in his position, they would have chosen betrayal just like him.
He had something to protect.
More precious than comrades or nameless individuals.
Who could throw stones at him?
Ivar, who had been frowning, suddenly smiled bitterly.
Well, except for one person.
Ted Redymer was an incomprehensible human.
A person who mechanically pursued justice.
If he had to sacrifice himself, even his family-like comrades, to save people he didnt even know, he would.
Ivar could never understand his judgment.
Somewhere, hes broken.
The leader was wrong.
He really didnt know what was truly important.
A hypocrite.
Scratching
It was the moment Ivar was about to resume his recovery exercises.
Huh?
As he took a deep breath, there was something oddly disturbing.
The fresh air flowing into the hideout.
Yes, it was clear and clean night air.
!
Ivar suddenly stood up and spread his mana around.
Gone?
Ivars face froze like a statue.
The numerous curses installed by Theos subordinates had disappeared.
Some remained, but even those were greatly weakened.
How?
No matter how deeply he slept, who could deceive his sensitive senses and dispel the curses?
But Ivar didnt have time to leisurely deduce the culprit.
He had to leave first.
It was the moment Ivar hurriedly headed towards the entrance of the cave.
He froze in place, unable to take a few steps.
A familiar silhouette was waiting for him at the entrance of the cave.
Ivars lips slowly curled.
Youve come?
The Hero didnt respond.
Just raising the Black Hope, pointing it at Ivar.
A faint glimmer gathered at the tip of the sword.
Ivar spread his hands out and looked at it.
Ssshaaaack!
The condensed sword energy in the shape of a small sphere flew, illuminating the dark cave like a shooting star.
Concentration Halo.
It was a technique he had grown tired of seeing on the battlefield.
It was also a technique he had expected would one day turn against him.
Kwaaaaaang!
The cave collapsed violently, shaking fiercely from the explosion caused by Halo.
Ivar raised his head.
Though it seemed unlikely, amidst the rumbling of the collapse, the Heros ominous voice seemed to penetrate.
Its time to pay for your sins.
Fearing mana consumption.
Even though it was hard to see it as a trick, the Hero was gradually being wounded by Ivars Tempest.
Although not fatal, there was considerable bleeding.
Thats when it happened.
Wuuuuung-
A moment of fear flashed across Ivars face, which had been filled with triumphant joy.
It was because he noticed the mana forming in the air.
Sword Sheath!
Ivars heart sank.
Its Horizon!
Ivar reflexively stopped flying.
Just before the learned fear overwhelmed Ivar,
Huh?
He realized something was wrong.
Is it incomplete?
The ultimate swordsmanship, Horizon.
Normally, the terrifying judgment would have been unleashed with the appearance of Sword Sheath.
But the form of the sheath was still incomplete.
Was it forced?
Ivar looked at the Hero.
Beads of sweat trickled down the Heros face.
Ivar tensed his body.
Its my chance.
The Hero seemed to be pouring almost all of his concentration into forming the sword.
The defensive magic he had layered on his body also weakened.
Would you like to give flesh and take the bone?
Then so be it.
The calculation was swift.
With that imperfect Horizon, Ivar wouldnt be killed instantly even if he was hit.
But if my attack strikes the leader in that state, it can be fatal.
No matter how strong the Hero was, he couldnt withstand Ivars Tempest with just his body.
The Hero was a mountain he couldnt cross, but Ivar could bend it.
As a master of martial arts, Ivar couldnt help but get excited.
His twisted ambition began to rise.
Leader!
Ivar flew towards the ground like a hawk catching its prey.
Anyway, it was close to impossible to visually perceive and react to Horizon.
After predicting the trajectory and taking evasive action, Ivar aimed his Tempest-enveloped fist at the silhouette of the approaching Hero.
Cshhh-
Thunk-
A well-crafted alloy enveloped the Heros body.
While most armor reflects light, the Boeun seemed to absorb light instead.
The subtle shine of the armor fading into the darkness.
Ivars eyes shook violently.
What is that?
But it was too late to stop the attack and turn around.
!
The Hero had already unleashed Horizon upon him.
Sharper than the fleeting blue glow in his sight was the intensity in his eyes.
Ivar felt a momentary sense of unease, but quickly threw a punch.
A deafening boom erupted.
Sssaaaak-
Kwaaaang-!
The intersecting Horizon and Tempest.
Krrrugh!
Ivar clutched his left shoulder and tumbled to the ground.
Hot blood spurted between his fingers.
Huh, huh.
Had he not anticipated the point of impact and twisted his body, his heart would have been pierced.
A deep gash remained from his left shoulder to his chest.
But Ivars face was filled with delight.
It definitely hit!
The Hero also tumbled in the same direction.
The fist had struck his heart precisely.
Even with armor, the shock would have reached his heart.
It surely would have been fatal.
Ivar staggered to his feet and looked at the fallen Hero with hopeful eyes.
But
What?
The Hero was already standing straight.
Even as blackened blood poured from his helmet, his body stood firm.
This was absurd.
Unknowingly, Ivar took a step back.
A familiar voice echoed in his ears; it was then.
What a relentless attack.
If he hadnt been a doppelganger, even with armor, he would have been killed instantly.
His heart was halfway shattered.
Even now, his mental strength was being drained as he healed his internal organs.
Yet, the armor wasnt useless.
If he had been unarmored, his body would have been torn beyond recovery.
Thanks to the armors primary function of absorbing shock, he managed to maintain his form.
The Heros gaze shifted downward.
This new armor is unbelievable.
The alloy, refined with Noubelmags utmost effort, was now in tatters like a rag.
The blade-like wind had shattered the upper part of the armor upon contact for a brief moment.
The armor resembled a scalp scratched mercilessly by fingernails.
But regardless
The condition has been met.
The first condition for Heros victory against Ivar in battle.
Inflict near-fatal wounds on each other.
The Hero stood facing Ivar who had an astonished expression.
Now was the time to fulfill the second condition.
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