The Great Sword is not the Main Body!-Chapter 135: Temple of Memory (2)

Ser was startled by the sudden change in the situation, but quickly regained her composure and began assessing the battlefield.

Everything the spirits saw, felt, and heard flowed into Ser's mind.

With terrible pain and blood pouring from every orifice on her face, she paid it no mind and absorbed all the information.

After completing the process, she sent the spirits to reinforce the retreating troops, assigned a high-ranking spirit to Vishur, who was on the brink of death, and scattered the completed meteor shower of Lin over the land.

As the battlefield gradually stabilized, Hermila raised her fist and slammed it once more into Roy’s face, who had collapsed on the ground.

"Huh! That feels so refreshing."

Hearing Hermila's voice, which sounded as though she were relieved, Ser opened her eyes and wiped the blood off her face.

Then, she placed her hand on Ablon’s back again and began reciting the interrupted incantation at a rapid pace.

Clank— Upon seeing this, Karok immediately rose from his seat, dropping his posture behind his back as he stepped forward. Roy, whose face had collapsed, fumbled as he half-raised his upper body and gathered magic at the end of his staff.

Regardless of what was happening, Ser focused solely on reciting the incantation.

Because Hermila was beside her.

When the staff was swung and the magic manifested, Hermila's fist extended.

Bang—!

The violet flame, ignited by sacrificing a part of her life, blazed violently, greedily devouring their stance and magical energy.

At that moment, Ser's incantation was completed.

Boom— Ablon’s body became the epicenter, and the earth stirred. Trembling and screaming, the land rose. A massive mound of earth, soaring high enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with a mountain, rumbled and poured into one direction.

That direction was the Temple of Memories.

Soon, the mound of earth, now lying flat, formed a colossal barrier around the Temple of Memories.

A wall higher than the one surrounding Cartia. A wall created by the combined forces of the highest-ranking spirits and the rank of the Spirit King.

Confident that it would not fall unless the Hand of the End approached, Ser removed her hand from Ablon’s back.

At the same time, Ablon, who bowed his head to Ser, turned into particles of light and drifted into the Spirit Realm’s gate.

He wasn’t dead.

He had merely entered rest after exhausting all his power.

Though weakened by the recall of the highest-ranking spirit, the result wasn’t bad.

After all, Erden’s target was the Temple of Memories. Now, as long as Noah and Rubia reached this place without issue, the battle would be over.

With their victory.

Considering the numerous variables and having found the solution, Ser smiled contentedly and infused the Spirit King’s rank into Lin’s magic.

Despite hearing the rough curses of the Spirit King in her mind, she ignored them lightly.

Since the Spirit King had fallen asleep, she had to pretend to be a filthy dog in the Magic Tower and act friendly with those disgusting creatures, earning the compensation she deserved.

If it were up to her, she’d do the same for the millions of spirits scattered across the battlefield, but...

She held back, as doing so would likely result in the Spirit King’s demise.

Still, she thought that perhaps one day, she would have the opportunity.

Meanwhile, Hermila was enduring the attacks of the masters with her entire body, exuding a fierce killing intent.

Her priority wasn’t just protecting Ser.

What mattered most was cutting off the throats of those who had joined Erden’s side.

However, as there was no way to reach them with her fists while blocking their attacks, she reluctantly waited for Ser’s incantation to finish.

Ser, unaware of this, thought about the word ‘friend’ and smiled warmly while joining Hermila in the fight.

Using the power of the high-ranking spirit, Ser lifted the earth beneath the masters’ feet and scattered it, disrupting their stances. At the same time, she gathered the power of the intermediate spirits surrounding her body into a single point and released it.

Screech— The tendrils that twisted the space extended, clinging to Karok’s staff.

Immediately, Hermila’s body was propelled forward, and she drove her fist into Roy’s face again.

Bang—! The sound from the blow was unimaginable for a human face being hit.

Writhing in excruciating pain, Roy quickly cast a hastily prepared spell and sent his body flying backward.

But Hermila, never losing sight of his movements, doggedly chased him and extended her fist once more.

“Bitch!”

After confirming the recovery of his previously crushed cheekbone, Roy dropped his staff and wielded two in each hand.

He unleashed four different spells.

Wind howled, and the earth that Ser had overturned created a hole.

From the bottom of this seemingly endless hole, a fiery inferno surged, threatening to burn the world.

In time with that, chains fell from the sky and wrapped around Hermila’s body.

Suspended in the air, Hermila burned more of her lifespan, feeding the power of destruction’s rank.

Creak— The sound of the chains gnawing at one another echoed, followed by...

Clang— More chains pierced through Hermila’s body, constraining her further.

Just as the inferno from the ground was about to engulf her, Ser’s highest-ranking spirit and Lin’s magic, which had been prepared beforehand, were completed.

A magic circle spread out around Hermila.

At its center, Roy’s spells scattered.

Then, the magic circle began to emit a brilliant light, growing larger.

Soon, the magic circle, now massive enough to cover the entire battlefield, prohibited all magic within it.

A barrier that prohibited all magic within a designated space—a unique barrier created by Ser during her time as a Grand Sorceress.

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It controlled the flow of mana in the area and directed it only toward her.

It elevated Ser to the pinnacle of mages.

Arrogance.

That was what was reinterpreted by the power of the spirits, revealing itself once more in the world.

As [N O V E L I G H T] a result, the chains that had held Hermila loosened, and she dashed through the floating spirits, eyes fixed on Roy, who was now staring at her.

“Don’t fuck with meeee!!!”

Roy let out a mad roar and drew a dagger from his side, plunging it into his shoulder and tearing off his arm.

He drank the blood flowing from the severed arm, chewing on his skin as he screamed again.

“I want power! The price? The loss of my left arm and half my lifespan!”

At that moment, an indescribable energy erupted from Roy’s body.

The severed arm in his right hand...

It conjured a new kind of magic, breaking the laws of reason and altering the very foundation of the world.

“Full Bloom!”

A red flower bloomed.

In the space where even the wind had stopped, the flower blossomed and began scattering its deep red petals.

The petals spread and wrapped around Hermila’s left arm, starting to dismantle the destructive power she had ignited by burning her lifespan.

Under the collapsed barrier, her skin cracked.

The exposed muscles tore.

The torn veins ripped, and the bones shattered.

Feeling the unknown power coursing through her from her forearm to her shoulder, Hermila immediately did the same as Roy—tearing off her own left arm.

Crack—! The blood splattering from her arm mingled with the red petals, creating a new flower.

Hundreds of flowers bloomed.

Petals fluttered.

The petals, now covering Ser’s barrier, began to consume Cartia’s forces.

Blood was scattered.

From the blood, flowers bloomed.

The petals, now scattered, began to converge at one point.

With a fierce roar, Karok’s staff unleashed a sword aura that swept across the land, indiscriminately cutting through everything.

Just as the unavoidable death was about to engulf Hermila...

The red curtain in the distance shattered.

The sky turned upside down.

All the petals disappeared.

The sword aura scattered.

The shadow cast by the black sun split apart.

“Shit!! What the hell—”

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And then...

Crack—

Once again, the power of destruction, fueled by half of Roy’s lifespan, shattered Roy’s head.

Once Ser confirmed that all the enemies in the area had been eradicated, she withdrew Frey and slipped the bracelet of verdant green onto her wrist.

“Ugh...”

An overwhelming sense of exhaustion weighed down on her body, draining her strength.

“Noah...!”

Limping painfully, Rubia approached and wrapped her arms around Ser’s falling body, sitting down with her.

A damp sensation. A pungent scent. A strained voice. A trembling body.

Even so, Rubia gently stroked Ser’s face and infused her with divine power.

“Are you okay? Where... are you hurt...?”

“I’m fine... Rubia... you’re the one who’s more hurt...”

“I’m... I’m... huff... fine... as long as... as long as Noah is okay... huff... Noah...”

Drip— A slightly cold drop of water fell on Rubia’s hand.

“I’ve missed you. Really... really missed you.”

“I... I’ve missed you too... so much...”

Ser lifted her hand and stroked Rubia’s cheek, wrapping her arms around her neck.

For a while, they shared each other’s warmth, feeling their pulses and breathing together, comforting their emotions.

Gradually, Ser felt Rubia’s emotions settle, and she slowly released her arms from around her.

Noticing Ser’s intentions, Rubia swallowed hard and struggled to open her mouth.

“The Temple of Memories... it’s under attack. Hermila and Ser are holding it off for now, but...”

The guilt in Rubia’s voice became apparent as her words trailed off.

“Noah, you rest. I’ll... I’ll go and buy us some time.”

The Temple of Memories.

The trial of memories that Valoran had spoken of.

The trial was about revisiting the past.

Her past.

Everything that happened before she came to this world.

To save Rubia, it was something she had to overcome.

“So... Noah, you rest... or, just go somewhere else. Go to a peaceful border and rest—Huh?!”

Immediately, Ser pulled Rubia’s face toward hers and kissed her.

Licking the blood from her lips and moistening her cracked mouth.

“Phew...! No, Noah?!”

“When everything is over... we’ll finish it then. Right now... it’s not the time.”

“...What?”

“I really... really like you, Rubia.”

“Uh... I... I like you too, Noah.”

“I like you just a little more than you like me.”

Smack—

As soon as she finished speaking, Ser kissed Rubia once more and stood up.

Now, it was time to go.

To the Temple of Memories.

To the place where the unforgettable nightmares of the past sleep.

The place where everything ends and begins.

“Shall we go...?”

To the place where the answer to the mystery she could never know awaits.

To the final story, to save her.

“Let’s go together. Rubia.”