Varna Hurrier never claimed to be the strongest or the best on the continent.
But that didn’t mean he thought he would be beaten by an unknown Knight.
‘Does this make any sense?’
He lay on the ground. His opponent stood, his sword piercing the ground, staring at him.
The thick black greatsword had only half its blade remaining, and only one side of the guard was intact.
It was all cut down by Varna's own wave blade.
Just as Jamal trained after learning the Correct Sword Technique from Corwin, Varnas's wave sword also had its origins.
The wave sword was Varna's specialty.
Unusually, he hadn’t crafted a separate engraved weapon, using his own claws instead until they broke in a fight with Cyprus, after which he finally acquired a claw weapon.
He had made an engraved weapon later than most.
Even so, he believed he had grown stronger than before.
The principle of the wave is vibration.
By amplifying power through vibrations, it was harder to transmit Will through a claw than through his own nails, but he could pour even more Will into the claw.
When he used his nails, he had to use his Will along with iron armor, wasting energy.
In short, without the iron armor, he could pour excessive amounts of Will into the claw compared to his nails, making him stronger in terms of raw power.
In other words, he was fighting better now than he had before.
In truth, his increased skill was not due to the weapon but because he had relentlessly trained after his defeat by Cyprus, grinding his fangs in frustration.
In any case, his technique had advanced.
‘It seemed like I could take on Cyprus again.’
Varna felt the strength draining from the muscle where his severed left arm had been.
He had lost not just an arm, but a leg as well.
His left brow was also slashed, making it hard to see.
‘Did my eyeball get damaged?’
He wouldn’t mind living with one eye as long as he survived.
That is, if he could survive. But the situation made no promises about his survival.
"You monster."
Varna replayed the battle in his mind.
"All troops, charge!"
At his adjutant’s command, fifty iron-armored spearmen formed ranks and pressed forward, and Varna charged as well.
Crunch!
It was only natural that he transformed into his beast form.
Like the peculiar Dunbachel, his transformation didn’t make him look like a lion, but his fangs grew sharper, his ears perked up, and his whiskers and fur stiffened like iron wires.
As his beast blood boiled, his hunting instincts awakened.
Varna used his instincts but didn’t let them control him.
He didn’t rush in to attack first.
Instead, he let one of the iron-armored spearmen thrust his spear deep into the enemy.
As he darted from side to side, creating afterimages, he let his ally take the initiative.
It was an excellent thrust. Not fierce or fast, but a physical spear tip.
If the opponent dodged, a gap would open.
Varna could easily exploit such a gap, stabbing and tearing at it.
But despite the spear aiming at him, the man with the greatsword never took his eyes off Varna.
Even as Varna moved side to side, leaving afterimages, his gaze never wavered.
‘Good eyesight.’
His thoughts and actions were instantaneous.
In that brief moment, the man’s greatsword moved.
Whoosh!
The sound of it slicing through the air was so fast it seemed to devour the wind. The greatsword, moving like a short blade, shattered the spearhead with a swift, black arc.
Clang!
The greatsword didn’t strike the spear shaft but shattered the spearhead, sending the shards flying to one side.
"Ugh!"
The tough leather gloves of the spearman holding the spear tore, and his palm, protected by the gloves, split open, spraying blood.
Before the blood hit the ground, Varna abandoned his side-to-side movement and rushed forward.
He planted his left foot firmly on the ground and sprinted straight ahead.
His body seemed to blur, spreading sideways in a mirage caused by the abrupt stop.
It was a move impossible to replicate without a beast's physical ability.
His opponent didn’t stop after shattering the spearhead, he kept swinging his greatsword downward.
It was as if the spear had merely been in the way of his original strike, with no interruption to his flow.
‘What a genius move.’
It wasn’t difficult for a Knight to block a spear thrust and maintain awareness of an opponent.
But this man went beyond that.
By striking the spear with his sword, he used the recoil to accelerate his next strike. The speed of the incoming blade made it clear.
"Hah!"
Varna couldn’t help but let out a shout, finding the man’s trick surprisingly enjoyable.
Whiiiing!
Varna’s claws vibrated as they slashed at the black greatsword.
Rrrr! Thud!
The greatsword bounced off as it was shaved by his vibrating claws.
The vibrations from his wave blade disrupted his opponent's grip and affected his entire body.
Normally, this would cause his opponents to retreat and regroup, trying to regain their balance.
But this mad killer swung again, unfazed, even while off-balance.
"Hmph!"
Varna saw his opponent purse his lips and exhale as they clashed again.
Clang!
After another collision, Varna pulled back, leaving room for the spearmen to re-enter the fray.
It was a tactic agreed upon with the Commander.
Of course, Varna was still controlling the timing of everything.
How could ordinary soldiers intervene in a duel between Knights?
But Varna’s wave technique prevented the enemy Knight from using his full strength.
"If you collide, your insides will shake."
The Fairy observed.
But she didn’t try to protect the mad killer.
Instead, she moved behind the iron-armored spearmen, waiting for her chance.
She’s smart.
Even though it was safer to stick together, they scattered. Varna charged at the Fairy.
He calculated that it would take only three or four strikes to cut her down.
"She’s mine."
Said the mad killer, a blond man, barging in.
Ignoring the blood dripping from a cut on his cheek from a spearman’s spear, the madman charged at Varna’s back.
"Fool."
Varna frowned. The mad killer should still be shaking from the wave technique, yet he was charging in.
Clang!
The third clash occurred.
And in that moment, Varna experienced something strange.
Instead of his wave disturbing the enemy’s organs and brain, it was neutralized by a similar vibration.
"So that’s how it works."
The man said.
What is this guy talking about?
Varna frowned.
Even Jamal, who was a master at stealing techniques, took four months to learn part of the wave.
From this point on, Varna had to fight in a way that deviated from his expectations.
The man with the greatsword faced him while the Fairy Knight danced with the iron-armored spearmen.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
The adjutant’s command was brilliant.
He shifted the formation to widen their ranks, then closed them in again.
Yet, it was only natural that they were being cut down one by one.
The Fairy didn’t seem in a hurry to kill them all, merely fending them off.
Even so, the casualties piled up.
Normally, Varna would handle the two Knights while the iron-armored spearmen provided pressure.
At first, it seemed to go that way, but everything changed when the man with the greatsword withstood his claws.
‘Are these guys strategists?’
Varna wasn’t flustered. His opponent was a Knight, and such skill was possible.
It was still astonishing that the man had managed to neutralize his wave in just three clashes, but what could he do? The fight had already started.
Besides, battles don’t always go as expected.
Varna was experienced enough not to panic over such things.
Moreover, he still had a trick up his sleeve.
So, this genius figured out how to endure my wave?
How about this, then?
When the Fairy Knight pierced the head of the third spearman, barely any time had passed since the fight began.
Varna decided to reveal his trump card a bit earlier than usual.
Whiiiing.
His claw’s nails quivered like a hummingbird’s wings before the vibration suddenly stopped. There was no sound.
Ragna tilted his greatsword, watching the tip of Varna's claw. To him, it seemed as if the vibration in the claw’s nails had ceased. This was the ultimate Wave Sword Technique.
A vibration so subtle it was invisible to the Knight’s eyes, creating immense cutting power.
Varna’s body also quivered with a similar vibration, allowing him to move faster and hit harder than ever before.
The claw came crashing down on Ragna’s head.
Ragna bent his left knee halfway and raised his sword to meet the strike.
The claw and the greatsword collided. To an ordinary person, the moment would have seemed to pass in an instant, but to the two, it was a deliberate meeting.
It was a mutually agreed collision, both knowing one would attack and the other would block.
In that instant, the two blades met.
When iron struck iron, there was a sound like a leather pouch tearing.
Ragna saw the middle of his greatsword being torn apart. The claw had sliced through the metal, its beast-like nails vibrating with unprecedented cutting power. It was a miracle born of a specific frequency of vibration.
Varna was certain of his victory.
Ragna, however, saw what he needed to do in that moment.
His talent, honed through years of Knighthood, reacted more sharply than ever before.
The trigger for awakening this talent wasn’t Varna.
Ragna knew he could overcome this trembling beast-man without taking a risk.
The true cause was the shock from the creature known as Encrid, who had appeared just before the war.
Ragna’s talent recognized the overwhelming Will contained in the man standing before him.
Even if chipped away, that Will would remain intact.
‘How can I defeat that?’
For the first time in his life, Ragna pondered the answer.
A great Will knows no fatigue. And if that Will is backed by skill, then a war of attrition would result in defeat.
‘I’ll lose.’
Ragna’s talent had already determined the outcome.
Ten years, maybe twenty years of training in technique wouldn’t change the result.
If he relied on defense, Encrid would win. He couldn’t continue fighting like this.
"Is that your limit? Is that your decision?"
He had heard those words a long time ago when he first learned the sword.
"You’ve decided your potential ends here. So, that’s where it’ll stop."
Young Ragna had seen the path he had to walk, the destination awaiting him.
A predetermined path.
And now, once again, a cold shock, like ice water awakening a dull mind, had come. The shock came in the form of Encrid, and Ragna utilized his talent.
He walked forward without any regard for limits.
‘Vibration. Trembling.’
The claws that could cut anything, created by vibrations.
And what caused the trembling of the sword?
Will. Will moves it.
Once mastered, it was simply a matter of replicating it through intuition.
Ragna moved his Will to create a vibration.
‘Tremble.’
When Will is moved with purpose, it becomes a weapon.
The half-broken greatsword in Ragna’s hand began to hum.
"…What are you doing?"
At this moment, Varna felt a deep sense of deprivation and, at the same time, cursed his own arrogance.
‘I thought I stood at the center of the continent.’
He had believed he might not be able to end the war, but he would ignite the flames that would consume the continent.
A Knight leading the way in this era of change, Varna Hurrier.
That’s what he had believed.
But was it not true?
What Varna had envisioned was a new kind of Knight, unlike any that had come before.
A concept of a Knight’s order that could reshape the continent’s balance of power.
But that hope had been crushed before he even encountered Cyprus.
Even so, would he just quietly fade away?
Varna began pouring everything he had into the fight.
He threw dirt into the man's eyes, spat at him, and bit him, all while the mad blonde’s blade failed to perfectly replicate his wave technique.
It was enough, however, to block his attacks.
‘And this guy does it without an engraved weapon?’
Still, Varna managed to break one of his opponent’s legs and dislocate his shoulder.
The man’s left eye was just as bloodshot as Varna’s, and three of his left fingers were broken.
The half-remaining greatsword was now beyond use.
Yet his opponent was still alive. And Varna knew he wouldn’t be.
"Sir Varna!"
The voice of a surviving Commander called out as Varna lay on the ground.
He stared up at the sky. The clearing between the trees revealed a sky that was high and blue.
‘A Knight’s order of over ten members wasn't just a dream.’
It was something close to reality.
They could have shattered the concept of Knights being a rare few.
A new Knightly order, beyond what had ever been seen before.
An order where ten Knights moved as one.
That had been his dream.
A dream now destined to die with a beast-man’s heart.
"I’ve learned a lot."
The madman said.
Had the Goddess of luck favored him?
Or had Varna been wrong in believing he stood at the forefront of change?
"What’s your name?"
"Ragna."
"Is that all?"
The mad blonde man stared at the beast for a moment longer before continuing.
"Ragna Zaun."
"The House of Zaun?"
"You know it?"
"I’ve heard of it."
With those words, Varna closed his eyes, still gazing at the sky.
Hearing a name from a near-legendary house as his final opponent wasn’t the worst way to go, he thought.
He might have harbored regrets, but in hindsight, maybe it hadn’t been a true dream after all.
‘If I’d truly meant it, wouldn’t I have passed something on to someone?’
But he hadn’t.
He had wanted to achieve it himself. Anything else would have been meaningless to him.
So, it hadn’t been a dream. It had been ambition.
A realization that came just before death.
There was no need to die with his eyes wide open.
Varna closed his eyes and breathed his last.
"We die here."
The Commander, confirming Varna's death, briefly struggled internally before deciding what needed to be done. He ordered the fifty iron-armored spearmen to charge.
If they were lucky, they might be able to finish off the seemingly half-dead Knight.
If they had lost Varna, it would only be fair for the enemy to lose a Knight too.
Even if everyone died here, it had to be done.
"Sometimes I think you all underestimate me."
The Fairy Knight stood before them, blocking the way.
The Commander’s eyes remained fixed on the Knight behind her.
If they could just land one proper spear strike, they could finish him.
But standing in their way was another Knight, just like Ragna.
Sinar, with no hint of a smile, raised her leaf-shaped sword.
She didn’t want to slaughter them, but if they refused the chance to retreat, she had no choice.
Whoosh!
Her leaf blade struck the neck of one of the iron-armored spearmen three steps away.
Clang!
The chainmail wrapped around his neck was sheared, and a red line appeared across his throat.
"Damn, what is that?"
One of the soldiers muttered in fear.
"It’s a blade made of energy."
Sinar kindly explained.
Thanks for the Chapter Bro!!! :DD
Thanks for the Chapter.
Is it updated regularly? Also what is release schedule
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