Regressor Instruction Manual

Rising Light (1)

What should I say about the inspection of light and the struggle of the corrupt Saint?

- I'll get him, so... just hang in there a little longer.

- …….

- Hang in there. You're gonna make it.

If a posterity asks you about this fight, you will surely answer:

The fight was like a mythological scene, but it was also a desperate fight between two people.

I couldn't reach it because it was so unrealistic, but it was more empathetic than any fight.

I couldn't feel the pain they were going through, but I could understand the pain they were feeling.

It was a lacking expression no matter what I thought, but I can only express it that way.

Maybe everyone here, everyone in that place, is thinking the same thing.

The story that was being made in the place where the fighting was taking place, I was also dazed to look up at the sky.

“I'm not human.... ”

No, they're human. It is a creature of God as insignificant as we are.

“Monster…. ”

No, they're not monsters. Their power is comparable to God's, but they are never monsters.

Rather than any human being. Yes, definitely more human than any human.

In a speechless scene, I had no choice but to raise my head again, reciting Benigore's name.

I was a priest who had not yet been on stage as an apprentice, but as a priest with God, I had to keep the fight in mind for generations to come.

A huge magical force surrounding the fallen Saint wields his arm, and the ruined city is overturned again.

The body of the Light Swordsman bounces off with a bang, but he wakes up again.

Even an ordinary person who doesn't know much about combat will probably know.

The body of the prosecutor is already a limit, it's no longer a moveable body, so if you wear a body like this, it might be really dangerous, so don't raise your body anymore.

- This time it must be...

But the prosecutor raises the body. A limp leg, already covered in blood, raises the body as if it were nothing.

I was holding up my sword again as if it was nothing, spitting out blood.

- This time... it must be...

It seemed so frustrating that there was no way to express it.

He looked sadder than anyone and looked like he had a lot of baggage.

The prosecutor raises his sword as he grabs the rattled leg.

The silence is once again hidden in the quiet intestine.

Those who prayed, those who cried that the world was coming to an end, and those who cursed the demons, all keep silence.

He just looks up at the sky and does nothing else.

So are the soldiers who are fighting right now. Enemies and allies who were fending off each other are also looking at the desperate struggle that is taking place with their distance apart.

Everyone will feel the same way.

The inspection of light swings the sword.

The body of a corrupt saint bounces off an unexplained distance, and the prosecutor once again leads the immovable leg and catches up with the saint.

Whenever a magical force and sword collide, the terrain is changing with the sound of sounds, splashing debris, and two people's fights.

How can I sympathize with a fight I can't even see?

But...

The more time passed, the more they were hit, and the closer they got to their appearance, the tighter their fists became.

I can't even fathom how many minutes, how many hours it's been.

But their struggle continues.

As the whole body of the swordsman who falls and falls becomes a rag, the magical power of the release that surrounds the fallen saint also becomes more and more powerless.

- I can get it.

- Stop it!

- Please wait.

- Don't talk to me anymore! You piece of shit!

- I'm sure you do.

- …….

- As much as you do.

Tears flow from one eye of the Fallen Saint and the Swordsman puts his magical power back into the unstoppable arm.

Blood continues to fall from the hand of the sword. Swing the sword again, and again, with a ragged arm.

What temple could be more beautiful than this? What kind of hero would look like that?

A corrupt saint who begs you to kill him and says he doesn't want to be like this anymore is begging you to end it again.

It was then that I saw those who were praying at their side.

“Priest.”

“ ……. ”

“The Honorable Cardinal... ”

I'm not sure But...

“You will surely triumph. Obviously.”

I had to open my mouth as positively as possible It was my job to reassure the people here.

“The Swordsman of Light will surely guide the way. The Cardinal of Honor will show you where to be and where to go. That's what we're fighting for. ”

“ ……. ”

“That's not where you should be, Your Eminence. It's not a place of nightmares and malice, darkness and pain. Always, Your Eminence guided us. He has always given us a blunt idea of where humans should go on this continent and where really continents should walk. ”

“ ……. ”

“Let's just pretend you're lost for a second. You just lost your way for a moment, pursuing your ideals that are higher than others, and pursuing your values that are further away. ”

“Can you come back? ”

“Yes, I'm sure, I'm sure. Because…."

“Sunset.... ”

Yes, I'm sure you can.

Because there was a red sunset rising from the dark night sky.

“Yes. The light will bring him back again. ”

* * *

“Why are the demons…. ”

“I don't know. I get it. Maybe they want to watch. Testing and mocking humans is what they enjoy most. ”

“That means... ”

“Maybe you want to watch that fight. You want to show them that their power is stronger than the light we believe in... ”

“That's a hobby.”

When I sat on the wall and looked away, I began to feel chopped up without knowing it.

The battle continues like it never ends.

This battle has already left this side. Of course I had to think that way.

If you reach out to help us quickly now, there will surely be another battle.

No, actually, more than that...

‘The biggest thing is that your body doesn't move. ’

I can no longer move my body. Not just yourself, but everyone else.

Not far from here, Red Mercenary Master leans against the wall, breathing heavily.

Park Joon-ju, the guild master of the Black Swan, is also no different. I was staring at the place far away, being treated for one of the severed legs.

The famous blue guild members also sat down in one place.

If that's the case with the strongest men on the continent, it's obvious what the average soldier will look like.

This was a terrible battle with over half our troops exhausted. It is right to take the time to reorganize for a moment.

The commanding officer also ordered us to wait because this judgment must have been made.

More than half of the Wall has already been taken from the Demons. I feel funny that I have to hope for that battle.

‘That's funny.'

I thought it was like a Arena. We were watching the Light Swordsman and the Battle of the Corrupt Saint from above the walls surrounding Lindell.

"How can you move? ’

I myself am a thick adventurer. I know better than anyone that their condition cannot move properly.

I had to make a bitter smile when I looked worse than my body.

Just then, I heard a familiar voice from a distance that seemed to have a similar thought to mine.

“Is the same person right? This is ridiculous. It's not enough that the two of us have turned the city into such a ruin... We've been fighting like that... ”

“Why wouldn't it be hard? Maybe he wants to go down right now. ”

“Yes, but... ”

“I bet if I was in that body, I wouldn't be able to stand up. I look like this just by using up all my magic and using up a little stamina... Maybe you won't be so different either. ”

“ ……. ”

“It's not hard being an outrageous human being. It's holding. ”

“ ……. ”

“Isn't there a reason you can't fall? You're right to think there's a more plausible reason than a fool who's as important to his life as I am. The same is true of the symbols Benigore is fighting with. ”

“ ……. ”

“Altruistic acts of sacrificing your life for others are not as easy as you might imagine. What does that mean? Why don't we make a bet? ”

“I wondered why that sound didn't come out. Stupid gambler. ”

As I turned my head, familiar faces came into view.

‘You're alive. ’

My colleagues went to the pub with me. One is Lindell's errand boy, Canan, and the other is Dr. George the Triangle Gambler.

I'm glad to see you, but I can't seem to see this side.

“Are you sure you want to do this the last time? ”

“If it's the last time, we should enjoy it even more. It might be the last gamble of my life. That doesn't make it a losing bet, Cannon. I'll put it on the inspection side of that light. ”

“There's another reason. ”

“What's the reason for a third-rate gambler? I just had a hunch. ”

“Don't be an asshole. George, everyone here knows you suck. ”

“I don't know. Let's see. I think it fits somehow this time. And…"

“What?"

“This is a gamble that wins no matter where you walk. Even if I walk on the side that the Honorary Cardinal wins, I can't lose if I walk on the side of the Light Blade. Cough.”

‘Bullshit... ’

However, I feel a little anxious.

He was basically an idiot, but sometimes he would talk like that.

I feel a little more at ease, and if everything really ends up the way he said, I'll take him to the pub and feed him until he gets tired.

He stared at the front while thinking useless thoughts like that.

We should make sure his gambling fits this time.

Even though he was a bad guy....

“Haha.”

Somehow I thought it might be right this time.

“By the way, timing is like a ghost. Doesn't it look like a stage prepared by someone? ”

A red light that is rising to the point of breaking your eyes.

I had no choice but to smile in my mouth.