Chapter 529: Storm in the Sun_3
"Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!"...
Suddenly, one after another, fey from the Tusk Clan burst forth, transforming into streaks of afterimages, whipping up sounds of breaking air as they assaulted Altoria.
"...Huh?"
It was as if Altoria felt something in the depths of oblivion, turned her head, and looked to the side.
What met Altoria’s gaze were the fey of the Tusk Clan, their faces twisted in ferocity, and their eyes filled with brutality, launching their surprise attack on her.
"Die!"
"Die!"
"Die!"
The werewolf fairies showed no mercy as they swung their sharp claws toward Altoria’s head, heart, abdomen, and various other vital points.
This was unreasoning violence.
This was undisguised malice.
Altoria, with eyes that could see through the heart of mortals, at that moment, saw the malice unleashed from the hearts of the fey of the Tusk Clan.
The malice formed into a storm, enveloping Altoria within, making the girl feel almost nauseous.
In this moment, the girl understood.
"Even after leaving the village, the world is still a storm of malice, eh."
This feeling was all too familiar to Altoria.
To her, this world was already full of omnipresent storms of malice.
Everyone was insincere.
Everyone was hiding their true nature.
Saying one thing and thinking another was the norm.
For Altoria, who could see through lies and directly into the true words of others’ hearts, this was a form of torture.
What was being abused in the village compared to this?
What did it matter if she lost two toes to the freezing cold?
Compared to "this storm," that pain was nothing but a drizzle.
Caught in "this storm," Altoria had only one thought from beginning to end.
It was terrifying, disgusting.
Now, a storm of pure murderous intent took shape, becoming even more fierce and overwhelming, causing Altoria, while on the verge of vomiting, to also have a thought.
"Perhaps... this isn’t so bad...?"
Her journey, which had not even begun, was to be declared over.
This, perhaps, was a form of release?
With such a thought in mind, Altoria’s heart was eerily calm, devoid of fear, as she accepted the ghastly claws of the fairies.
Until———the world froze.
"...Huh?"
Altoria once again voiced her astonishment.
For, in front of her, each and every one of the Tusk clan’s fey had fallen into a state of stillness, some turned to statues, standing still, while others were frozen in mid-leap.
Their extended claws were a mere few centimeters from Altoria’s body.
Yet, just those few centimeters of distance proved impossible for the werewolf fairies to breach, none could bring their claws to pierce through Altoria’s body and kill her.
"What, what’s going on?"
Confusion took hold of Altoria.
A voice echoed her astonishment.
"What have you done...!?"
Woodworth, enveloped in a layer of radiance, called out in the direction of Altoria.
No, he wasn’t calling out to Altoria.
He was calling out to someone approaching Altoria.
"It seems that the magic of time is not only ineffective against the returning bell, but also against you, a fairy from paradise."
That figure then left Woodworth’s side and appeared in front of Altoria.
"Reiger, Reiger?"
Altoria dumbly stared at the young man before her.
Reiger did not look at Altoria, but instead stood before a group of rampaging werewolf fairies, positioning himself in front of her to protect.
"Boom!"
Overwhelming flames erupted from Reiger’s body.
The frozen world returned to its original state.
The fairies of the Tusk Clan sprang into action once more, their faces still twisted with ferocity and their eyes filled with violence.
But in Altoria’s eyes, within that storm of malice formed by pure killing intent, a bright sun had risen.
A sun that could dispel all darkness, purify all malice, and light up the world before her eyes.
In the center of that sun stood the Swordsman, carrying the Sun’s Fire.
"Breath of the Sun·Eleventh Form———"
The Swordsman of the Sun raised his blade.
"Corona Dragon Dance!"
A flaming dragon burst forth from the sun, roaring and dancing through the air like a nimble dragon, sweeping past each and every one of the Tusk Clan fairies.
"Splat!" "Splat!", "Splat!", "Splat!", "Splat!"......
Amidst the sounds of slicing, the blade of flames struck the fairies of the Tusk Clan with astonishing speed, carving through their flesh, piercing their innards, burning them clean both inside and out.
"""""Aaargh!!!"""""
Amidst their heart-wrenching screams, all the Tusk Clan fairies attacking Altoria were gutted, some even cleaved in half on the spot, spattering copious amounts of blood.
Flames then erupted from their bodies, leaving them truly dismembered beyond recognition.
"No!"
Seeing this, Woodworth went mad.
But before he could rush over, Reiger had already returned to Altoria’s side.
"We’ve been interrupted this time, sorry, we’ll have to settle this next time."
Reiger flashed a smile at Woodworth, then picked up Altoria, activated teleportation magic, and vanished from the spot.
A half-second later, with a deafening roar, the area completely collapsed.
The furious roar of the Tusk Clan chieftain echoed for a long time and took a while to subside.