The amount of information flooding in from the Vision of Truth has a limit of about thirty minutes for an ordinary person. The visible range is about 30 meters. Within this range, every event reverberates as intangible information, embedding itself into the brain, and the pain this causes is beyond imagination.
Therefore, Fernandez closed his eyes. To prevent the overload of information from leading to confusion, it was necessary to suppress his sensory organs as much as possible.
– Whoosh…
He could see the swirls of the wind. The demon’s muscles twisted as it gripped a spear and threw it, tracing its trajectory. He didn’t miss a single detail. At the same time, his instincts screamed at him, calculating the speed and destructive power of the spear thrown by the demon.
– Crash!
Fernandez tilted his head just enough to dodge the spear. The loud noise of the spear striking the ground served as a signal, and his body dashed forward like a streak of light.
“Stop him!”
A growling sound came from beyond the fog. Soon, large men wielding weapons rushed out in droves. With his eyes still closed, Fernandez slipped through the gaps between the men.
His black hair fluttered as he ran, looking like a streak of colored wind. Fernandez flowed smoothly, slipping between the men with ease.
– Clang!
The men reflexively thrust their axes and swords. With one hand pressed to his forehead, Fernandez’s body twisted and turned. The purple eye in his left palm flickered rapidly, and information swirled into his mind.
First, the spear. He dodged to the side. Then, the sword. He deflected the greatsword’s blade. Again, the sword. Then, the spear. And again, the axe.
– Bang! Bang! Bang!
He dodged or deflected every attack, sometimes parrying them. Fernandez swung his sword as if dancing. The synthesis of information led to the prediction of events. Thus, his martial prowess was almost like a divine foresight in battle.
“Mo… monster!”
It was a rather amusing word coming from those who summoned demons by sacrificing humans, and Fernandez couldn’t help but smile faintly. The blade twisted and struck the man’s throat as he screamed. Death traced its path and settled in.
– Thud.
Before the first man’s head hit the ground, three others were already torn apart. A flower painted with blood and flesh bloomed around him, scattering across the road and walls.
– Thump!
A demon, seizing the opportunity, hurled a spear. It aimed straight for Fernandez’s chest, which had momentarily paused after the fierce battle. A force that would have crushed an ordinary person even with a shield—
“You bastard…!”
It was stopped midway. Fernandez, who had already lowered his left hand to grab the demon’s spear, slowly pulled it towards him. Creak, creak. After a brief struggle, the massive demon was slowly dragged towards Fernandez.
“You’re… not human!!”
“Not yet, at least.”
From within the flowing black hair, a deep blue light flashed. He broke the Vision of Truth spell and quickly surveyed his surroundings. There were still two demons watching, and one mage controlling them.
“My god, what on earth is that…?”
Behind him, the warriors who had been preparing for battle were staring blankly at Fernandez’s fierce combat. He had shouted for them to prepare for battle, then rushed out alone and almost finished the fight himself.
“Where did you come from!!”
“You seem to have a lot of questions.”
Fernandez glanced at the mage, who was foaming at the mouth and shouting from behind the demons. Creak, the wooden spear shaft crumbled and broke under his hand. He gripped the broken spearhead and slowly aimed it at the mage.
‘The basics of magical combat…’
– A barrier of magic. Haha.
– Sssshhhhk.
The spearhead flew like a flash of light, aimed at the mage’s hand. The mage crossed his hands to form a seal, but the spearhead pierced through, and he let out a gurgling scream.
Throwing daggers was a technique he had enjoyed using in his previous life. The basics of magical combat are to block the opponent’s magical forces, and the best strategy is to disrupt them before they can manifest. After neutralizing the mage, Fernandez raised his sword towards the demon, who was blinking in panic before him.
“Let’s make this quick.”
Time is always the most precious commodity.
“High Priest. An intruder is coming!”
A man rushed in, shouting at Orion, who was wiping a blood-stained dagger on his sleeve. Orion frowned and tilted his head.
“Even with five descendants of the Great Mother accompanying us, were the enemies numerous?”
“No, High Priest. There was only one.”
“…What?”
Orion’s arm, which had been wiping the dagger, stopped. One person? He had already sensed a mage of comparable skill among them. But if it was a mage, he had judged that they wouldn’t be able to handle Demidrako, who has extreme resistance to magic…
“Perhaps he was a more skilled mage than I thought. My calculations were off.”
“No. He was a warrior, High Priest.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The tribal warriors were cut down in an instant, and he slaughtered the demons! He’s a monster!”
Orion finally looked at the man and frowned.
“Are you sure you didn’t see wrong? Did he really fight only with a sword?”
“Yes, High Priest.”
“Was his face familiar? Like Morgan with the brown beard or Kerrd, the Axe King. Someone of that caliber would be needed to match that level.”
“No… he was a young warrior.”
A young warrior… Orion stroked his chin, lost in thought. It was impossible for someone with such strength and skill to just appear out of thin air. But was there a tribe nearby with such potential…? Turandar was now just a shell, and Palendar was in a critical moment, with no strength left to send troops elsewhere.
Excluding the other minor tribes, were there any clans near the borderlands capable of such a surprise attack? And if such a warrior existed, why didn’t he appear during the invasion war?
“It doesn’t matter.”
Orion shook his head and firmly gripped the dagger. He approached the trembling, foaming sacrifice. The ritual was nearing completion, and all he needed now was time.
A mage equal to himself, and an unknown warrior…
