Limitless Dream

‘ ……! ’

The king who was charging towards the sky felt a strange sensation behind his back and flawed. He quickly looks back, but there's nothing there.

However, the king kept his eyes open and stared at it as if there was something there.

“Taron!”

He turns the direction of the Taron and sprints toward the place with an ominous feeling. And I lowered as hard as I could.

But I can't feel anything in my hands. It feels like I've cut through the air.

‘That's strange.'

The king never cleared his mind. I'm sure there's something strange about this place.

“Your Majesty!"

“The commander in chief.”

“What can I do for you? Maybe an enemy ambush... ”

“It's nothing. Jim must be mistaken. ”

The king turned his back again. He stared at the crumbling sky and gave him even more strength in his hand.

‘The temple is just the beginning. ’

It was a moment when I was resolved to advance again to the sky.

“Your Majesty.”

The old man suddenly appeared, casting a floating spell right next to him and bowed his head.

The king glances at him slightly, but soon shakes his head.

“Now is not the time to tell a complicated story. Now that the Temple is open, we must gather all the power of the Renozian to fight back. Chances of getting my trust back aren't rare. ”

The old man looks up at me. The king's eyes sank deeply, making a flaw in my eyes.

I've never seen that look before. Something seemed sad, something seemed to regret, and something seemed to blame me.

Strange. Why would he look at himself with those eyes?

At a time like this?

“Your Majesty, do you remember the name of your servant? ”

“... I don't even know you. Because of the effects of the curse, Jim is unaware of some of the Lord's existence. No matter how many times I held your name, I couldn't recognize it.... ”

I know who he is. I knew it clearly from the start.

He was the greatest sage and madosa on the continent guarding the royal palace, the king's teacher, and the father-in-law.

Despite all the Queen family members' attempts at treason, he was a noble saint who was not implicated in the plot by the appeal of the attendants.

However, as the curse became stronger, the king forgot his name. I don't know if I can hear, see or be told

“Do you remember what you did a long time ago? ”

“…… I don't know what you're talking about. Now is not the time to talk nonsense. ”

My chest is getting cramped and my heart rate is accelerating. Something strange comes out of the dark.

The king desperately turned away from it.

Somehow, he looks away, feeling like he shouldn't listen to the next one.

"Did" what? ’

Suddenly, the old man's reaction made me nervous. The king desperately plunged into the battlefield to forget.

* * *

Ten days and ten nights of war followed.

But in a real sense, it's war. The king's hordes of dragons and human knights galloped east to defend against falling fragments of the sky.

Fragments falling on the continent were somehow blocked by the shields the wizards had put together. If any debris falls on the residential area, a catastrophic event will occur.

The continent cried out in agony, and the faces of loyal and brave knights were full of fatigue.

Again?

Once again, the king, who had just destroyed a huge fragment of the sky, looked back at his annoyed face.

I definitely felt it a while ago. Strange senses that are hard to explain.

It is an unpleasant sensation, as if something is secretly watching behind him.

‘What's the number one? ’

At first I thought I was mistaken, but now I'm convinced. It is clear that there is someone looking at him.

But he cannot find his existence. I just sense a strange feeling that is hard to describe.

The other subordinates did not even recognize its existence. He must not be ordinary.

Are you a servant of God? ’

The king bites his lip.

Then it makes sense. The old God, who is gazing down slowly from the sky, is sending messengers and observing himself and enjoying himself.

“Come, then! ”

The king flashes his new sword. A violent storm of ether gusts from his body, wielding a new blade.

No matter how big the pulse of power was, the continent's roar became stronger. The entire royal army, which felt enormous power, paused for a moment and looked this way.

“Whoa!”

“Long live the king! ”

“My king! Please show them! The great power the king holds! Power!”

I feel the cheer all over the continent.

Hundreds of billions of Renaissance citizens were cheering the king's name with one mind at this moment.

May the face of God be distorted to the fullest extent possible by unleashing that powerful power.

May you bring eternal glory and prosperity to Lenozi.

The king raised all his strength with the hot desires of his followers and his destiny as king. His body, his soul, burned to the ground.

It was just then.

Boo-hoo!

You hear a faint cracking sound. As he gripped his teeth and raised his strength, the king who glanced at him stopped stiffening.

"Fresh swords and gold"? ’

Unbelievable things have happened. The crack has disappeared from the center of the new sword. The king was stiffened as soon as the sword seemed to be broken.

How did you do that? ’

A Shin Sword is a hard-working sword. It never breaks.

We don't know if we've crashed head-on into the power of God, but it doesn't collapse without just amplifying it.

“Sir!"

The king unknowingly summoned the old man and found him looking at himself a little further away. The king called out to him in glare.

“Strange! A new sword...! ”

The king who called out in haste was flawed.

Tears were pouring out from the eyes of the old man.

Why is he crying?

“…… Sir. Why are you grieving? ”

- Because it's time again.

The old man opens his mouth and replies, but it resonates as though to his heart, not to his ears. It felt as if the old man did not exist there, and conveyed his will from somewhere else in the world.

The king was stunned, standing under the sky.

As the ether emanating from the new sword resonates, the whole sky begins to tremble.

Loyal officials hurled themselves to defend the king and died.

The ether's tremor did not stop.

Suddenly, the sky began to split in two with a sudden hiss.

Inside, a vast, endless darkness poured out, spreading out to cover everything on the continent.

It's erasing....

Everything, one by one, is buried in darkness.

Even the brave knights who fought so long ago, the old wizard who cast magic vomiting blood, and even the trusted brotherly superdragon who never turned back and charged...

Everything gets wet and discolored in the flow of space-time.

Until the darkness covered the whole world, and the world appeared again, the king stood firm on his feet.

All the landscapes changed.

Only the darkened sunset extends beyond the horizon, Asra. Nowhere on the continent can I feel the energy of life or even the traces of life.

Everything is ruined.

Instead of giving up a grass, there was only a tiny space left by life on broken rocks and rotten sand.

The king's gaze was under his feet.

You see a pile of white bones piled up endlessly. It is an old shell of the faithful who worshiped him, ugly and respected him. I can also see the bones of brave horses and dragons to the end.

The number is actually not even a number of cells. Many of those bones were gathering to form a massive birth.

- Your Majesty.

I hear the old man's voice.

The king slowly turns his head. I don't know if I'm mistaken, but a bad solid friction sound left me with a deep discomfort.

He stood politely beside the elderly. Unlike others, his appearance remained unchanged.

But the king felt instinctively. That intact look is false, false, or…….

The headache seems to be breaking.

At the same time, I remembered the old lord's name like a lie. It's funny how simple it is that you've never noticed it.

― Corvius.

A hard, dry voice leaked out. The king was not surprised by his voice, but a stranger he had never heard before.

- You remember God, Your Majesty.

- I remembered a lot...... But... I'm confused.

The king was a stuttering horse. Even picking up a single syllable was like lifting a thousand gold pieces.

― Why are Jim's people so……… Lenozian…… and why is Jim here…….

- It's a temporary chaos of dreams and reality. You'll be fine soon, don't worry.

The old man bows his head politely.

Before he dropped his gaze, the king saw it. The tear marks on his eyes.

The king forcefully looked around.

Every time I turn my neck, I hear a bad friction sound. It is like the discord between rotten trees and rocks.

The landscape that caught his eye turned into a ruin, but it was definitely a Renozian.

However, I don't feel the energy of life anywhere. There is no pretext that life existed. Only numerous piles of bones appear to be proof that the Renault has flourished in the past.

A very old memory gradually becomes clearer and brings together pieces of the lost truth.

― The Last Temple…… We fought together to reclaim the throne……

- And I lost.

― …….

- But no one complained against you, your family, your subjects or your subjects. Rather, I feel sorry for not taking better care of you.

Clearer memory.

In the past, Lenozian challenged the throne in a united effort around the king. And lost and paid the price.

A cruel synagogue of complete death and destruction.

― Jim… wants to save the people by avoiding the New Testament…….

- You sacrificed yourself.

The old man laughed.

The dead wind blows, blowing the old man's face into the air. The flesh gradually drips away, and the discolored bone reveals itself gradually.

― All of your subjects and people, including me, remain forever in the happiness of the past that flourished in this moment, in your dreams. All are Your Grace and Sacrifices.

It's an eternal dream that doesn't end.

The noble yoke of sacrifice the monarch bears.

The king asked.

- How many times?

- 32,801, Your Majesty.

The faithful spirit smiles sadly.

- Jim's world...... Jim keeps denying it.

- Because your soul is virtuous. That's why you keep waking up from your dreams.

I see a broken blade embedded in a pile of bones. Dust builds up, and two sharpened blades disappear from the handle.

His reflection shimmers on the blade's surface, leaving only a blade.

It was a backbone sitting on a chair in the tomb of bones, wearing a crown.

― Limitless Dream…….

The only blessing left to them.

It is a dream and a charm of a white bone that has been vomited long ago.

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