Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World

Invasion (2)

Kibie raised her finger.

Intense pitch-black energy rose into the air, lasting far longer than it usually would.

“This is the power of the incarnation.”

She then touched the floor of the Hall of Stars.

Memories imbued in the hall permeated her mind, including the countless meetings that took place here and the past when she and Han-bin had proved themselves to the Darkness Church.

Shadow-Reading was also working without a hitch.

“This is also the power of the incarnation.”

But that was all.

She glared at the shadow in the corner of the hall.

The darkness of the world, which felt free just a moment ago, did not respond no matter how hard it wanted to.

“… As expected, my skills have been restrained.”

Ryu Han-bin frowned.

“Are you saying that you lost your divinity again?”

“Not everything was taken away.”

The strength of darkness that Genovia had stolen was taken away by Omphalos.

The divine power, which had been restored from Hollien but sealed by the Devil’s power, met the same fate.

But the darkness recovered from Garhan was still within her.

“It’s just restrained.”

Kybriel of Darkness was trapped in her incarnation form again.

The burden on the five Goddesses didn’t decrease because the Goddess of Darkness hadn’t woken up from her slumber yet.

“Everything would have gone back to normal if it went as planned, and the world would have moved on…”

Leon Hart sighed.

“Nothing has changed.”

Kibie shook her head.

“No, it got worse.”

The main goal of the Top Three was to find the incarnation of darkness.

On the other hand, Omphalos wasn’t interested in Kibie.

He already got what he was aiming for.

If what happened before was just a temporary catastrophe then, the one happening now was permanent ruination.

Effir asked her nervously.

“So, what do we do now?”

Kibie was unable to answer.

She didn’t know either.

She just knew what would happen.

Omphalos had excluded the involvement of the six Goddesses and transcendents in this world. Next…

“… it’s the mortals’ turn.”

* * *

Allendia forces managed to escape Fort Fieldrocks by fighting off the pursuit of the Kaldris-Mado Kingdom Alliance.

However, they were now standing in the middle of hell.

“What is happening?!”

“Where the hell are we?”

Something that looked like an archangel flew across the night sky.

Beautiful appearance, elegant wings of light, body full of radiance.

Nevertheless, it was brutal, ruthless, and cruel.

Over tens of thousands of troops, tens of thousands of angels descended. The winged beings went down from the heavens and committed mass slaughter.

The fatigued Allendia soldiers couldn’t afford another fight.

Numerous soldiers and knights died that night, their screams echoing across the lands.

“Argh!”

One of the knights of Allendia charged in, executing a blue Blade Aura that pierced the angel’s abdomen.

“Die, you monster!”

The angel laughed and pulled the knight’s head apart from his body.

“Sir Pelota!”

Furious at his comrade’s death, Lord Lacrell performed Magic Swordsmanship. A brilliant flash flowed down the sword and lashed out at the angel.

Boom!

The angel was smashed to pieces by the absolute power of someone that had gone beyond level 100.

But Lacrell couldn’t laugh.

It was just one guy.

It was only one of the thousands, if not tens of thousands, of angels.

‘What the hell are these things? Are they servants of the Thunder King and the Archmage?’

It was a little strange to say that, not because of Latna’s common sense.

Their existences themselves felt fundamentally different.

‘It’s like…’

It was the same as the Alien monsters he had slain in Dungeons!

‘What happened to the incarnation? What about the Sword King?’

Lacrell couldn’t get an answer.

At that moment, a golden blade penetrated his abdomen.

“Ugh, ugh!”

With a groan, Lacrell’s eyes widened.

The owner of the golden sword, which led him to his death, was a silver-armored angel equipped with golden wings.

“Rest in peace, mighty soldier of Latna.”

Lacrell shivered as he heard the voice.

He didn’t feel anything. Until the moment of death, it felt like he wasn’t even impaled.

How overwhelming was he to let him feel that?

“Ugh…”

Life disappeared from Lacrell’s eyes.

The angel wearing silver armor pulled out his golden sword.

Allendia’s strongest Magic Swordsman had been reduced to a corpse.

“Lord Lacrell!”

Astonished, Sabine Asil made a fearsome charge, releasing Blade Aura.

“Althea, protect us!”

A powerful blow with a prayer.

Catilon of Light spoke in a serious tone.

“We have to cleanse this world.”

His blade collided with her Blade Aura.

He cut through her offensive, broke her sword, destroyed her armor, and reached out to her.

“All we need is the protection of Omphalos, our Lord.”

Sabine Asil’s head flew from her body. Red fluids splattered across the air.

“Even Sabine?”

Seira sat down.

Death raged across the fields. There was no place to retreat. She didn’t know what she could even do.

Raondel screamed.

“Get it together, Seira!”

“R-Raondel?”

Both of them seemed to have returned to their ways of speaking their minds openly.

Raondel pushed Seira’s back.

“What are you doing? We should run! Hurry!”

“Well, that’s right… Command the soldiers to retreat…”

“Command? It’s over! Just run! Don’t look back!”

Sometimes the pettiness of an ignorant man was better than the reason of a wise man.

Seira ran at his words. Leslie and Raondel followed suit in haste.

The voice of an angel rang over the heads of those fleeing.

“The precious lives of Latna.”

In the most caring tone…

“Every one of them is as precious as jewels.”

He uttered words that contained infinite brutality.

“Kill them with gratitude.”

* * *

At the same time, bloody wings fluttered above the Kaldris-Mado Alliance, who were excited about their victory after defeating the Allendia army.

Trax, commander of the 4th Corps, was folded like paper.

Blight, commander of the 5th Corps, was split in two from the top of his head.

Cherasus, commander of the 11th Corps, was shattered into pieces.

The most powerful members of their army died with no chance to fight back. Even the soldiers and knights couldn’t find better fates.

“Argh!”

“Argh!”

Countless lives were lost that night, their blood spilled, and their tears shed.

The humans, of course, refused to fall peacefully. They wielded their weapons and fought back somehow in hopes of surviving.

There were times when they managed to slay angels, cutting off their limbs or decapitating them.

But their enemies simply died laughing.

The other angels continued to march with smiles on their faces, crushing their own kind’s corpses.

They didn’t care for their safety.

Even if another angel died, if a blade tore through their stomachs and caused their guts to spill, even if their feathers were stained with blood, they still laughed.

With a gentle smile on their faces, they repeated a single act: slaughter.

Commander-in-Chief of Kaldris, Tonitrus groaned.

“Ugh…”

Corpses were piling up like mountains, and blood was flowing like rivers.

“Ah….”

Dozens of angels flocked toward him.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

Just before Tonitrus was torn to shreds, however, a group of people defeated all the angels and saved him.

It was the Aliens from Akhtarun.

Gustav, a middle-aged swordsman in his 40s, sighed with relief as he looked down at Tonitrus, who fainted with serious injuries.

“We saved him just before he died.”

The Aliens clicked their tongues.

“We crawled out of hell and arrived at another hell.”

“But those angels… Don’t they seem familiar?”

“Aren’t they like the bastards who told us to slay the Goddesses of this world?”

“Then why are they attacking us?”

“I’m not sure what’s going on. Damn it…”

Unlike the confused Latnains, the Aliens were relatively cool. They had already experienced this kind of hell in Akhtarun.

Gustav looked back at them and said, “At least one thing is certain.”

Holding Tonitrus by the collar, he spoke.

“They’ll all die at this rate.”

They had no loyalty to Latnains anyway. It was none of their business whether they died or not.

Nevertheless, there was a reason why they couldn’t escape immediately.

There was still a ban on them.

Genovia ordered them to return to the main camp and wait after they had finished their work.

However, if this continued, the main camp itself would disappear.

When the main camp disappeared, the ban would be invoked, and their lives would be taken.

So they saved Tonitrus on purpose.

“It depends on the interpretation.”

What was the main camp?

It wasn’t the place where many soldiers gathered.

It was usually where the commander-in-chief was located.

“In other words, if we keep this guy alive, the ban won’t kill us!”

Now that they had achieved their goal, there was nothing left for them to do there.

Akhtarun’s Aliens fled in unison, escaping the battlefield with all their might from the angels’ airstrikes.

“Survive first. Ask questions later. That’s our way!”

The Kaldris-Mado Alliance was destroyed.

Only a small number of survivors could retreat frantically amid the massacre.

“We’ve killed enough, and we’ve saved enough.”

An apostle of Omphalos, Telbaran of Darkness, watched the scene with satisfaction.

“Go, and let the world know.”

The angels of the Devil didn’t chase them either.

They only focused on crushing the large army in front of them.

Those who survived had a role.

“Tell them the true Lord has come to this land, and he should be praised and welcomed.”

* * *

At the Dimensional Palace, the Devil sat comfortably on his throne.

A screen of light was displayed right in front of him. It transmitted what his apostles could see in the form of a video.

“It was originally made of three-dimensional holograms, but it’s not as easy to watch those as I thought. I’d rather witness their activities through a screen.”

After muttering, Omphalos shrugged.

“… You can’t understand what I am saying anyway.”

Genovia of the Void nodded, standing next to him.

“I understand.”

“You do?”

Omphalos looked at her, surprised. Genovia continued.

“That’s why I’ve reduced the surface curvature of the proton Mercury. The side reflected in the plane is easier to recognize than the stereoscopic image inside the crystal. It’s not the reality that matters. It’s the ability to deliver information accurately.”

“That’s funny. You’re an apostle, but you know that much?”

As if genuinely interested, Omphalos looked up and down at Genovia.

‘My kids can’t talk to me like this. Perhaps it’s because you’re a creature from Latna?’

They had wiped out two large military forces of Latna, the general armies of the Three Continental Powers.

He turned to the screen.

“Well, how are the others doing?”