The Academy’s Weapon Replicator - Chapter 178

Academy’s Weapon Replicator Episode 178 Chapter

57 Sacrifice (3)

The rain falling from the sky drew a curve and flew towards the monsters. It pierced through the lives of the monsters one by one with exactly one shot.

Chryselakatos targets the enemy’s vital points. In other words, avoid black areas buried by black monsters. God’s arrow pierces through the monster’s body, targeting the weakest part of the area not touched by the black.

Unless all vital points are completely covered in black, the black question asked of a monster has no meaning to Chryselakatos.

‘Look at me…!’

Frondier forced his twitching eyes open and checked the arrow’s trajectory. I had no interest in the monsters outside. All he sees are black monsters.

Chryselakatos targets weak points. Unlike the monsters outside that avoid black, there is no point in avoiding black for those whose entire bodies are pitch black in the first place.

Therefore, if you look at the area where the arrow is currently hitting, you can see the black monster’s weakness.

At this moment, it was more efficient than analysis.

‘…Is it the back spine?’

The arrows aimed at the black monsters pierced their backs, not their heads or hearts. Of course, there were some that pierced the head, but most of them pierced the center of the black monster’s spine.

After clearly engraving them in my eyes one by one, I said,

“Aaaa!! “Huh huh huh…!”

Frondier screamed and dropped both hands. The bow lost its shape and turned into black water.

Frontier used mana depletion as a training process. Now he doesn’t faint due to mana exhaustion or anything like that.

I am used to using up the mana itself and know how to draw out the mana that comes after it. The experience of forcibly swallowing a dragon heart when I didn’t have Penelope’s cloth was also helpful.

…However, there is a good reason why humans faint when they reach mana exhaustion.

“Hehehehehehehe…!”

My breathing hasn’t calmed down since before. Saliva flowed messily from my lips. I couldn’t tell if it was cold sweat or something, covering my eyes and dripping down the tip of my nose. Some fell to the ground and some ended up on their helmets.

Using magic in a body with little mana means replacing something else with mana. If blood and sweat aren’t enough, something more important.

Originally, even this was not a method allowed for humans, but Frondier’s body, which came back after eating Dragon Heart and coming to the brink of death, ‘remembered’ the method. But obviously that wasn’t the right way.

“Hey, are you okay…?”

The soldier who had been loudly giving orders a while ago rushed over and looked at Frondier’s complexion.

Unless there was something wrong with my eyes, I could clearly see that it was Frondier who had just fired the arrow.

I thought he was an ordinary soldier wearing a helmet, but that wasn’t the case. The man who was giving orders looked at Frondier nervously.

“Aim for the back.”

“What what?”

“etc. The center of the spine is the weak point. “You don’t have to hit it exactly, and even if you hit it roughly, it will be fatal.”

In fact, the arrow did not hit the exact spot on the spine. Maybe that area is all a weakness. It’s difficult to deal with it when you think its head or chest is its weak point, but it will be easier to kill it when its vital points are revealed like now.

“Hey, what are you…”

The man finally came to his senses and was about to yell at Frondier, but then closed his mouth.

Frontier’s eyes visible through the gap in his helmet. Faced with that, the man lost his nerve in an instant.

“…Oh hey! The black guys’ weak point is their backs! “Aim for the center of the back!”

The man slowly moved to another place, grabbed a seemingly easy-going soldier, and shouted. The information was so important and urgent that it quickly spread by word of mouth.

‘First of all, we blocked it right away…’

The monsters were swept away by the ‘fireworks’. However, even after the sweep, the forces of monsters continued to invade. I just had a moment to spare.

A truly endless army of monsters. At this point, rather than worrying about Malchus and Malchus breaking through the barrier, I was worried about whether the soldiers and knights would still have the strength to hold up their swords until all of this was defeated.

At that time, Frondier inadvertently saw black water flowing on the floor. A necklace with built-in restoration magic will soon pull out all that black water, but until then, the black stream becomes just black water and flows in all directions.

And the black cloth touched the black body of the monsters created by the black monsters from before.

It was a natural result of gravity and the flow of liquid, which was nothing special.

‘…as a test.’

Frondier stretched out his hand. The black monsters stretched out towards the black sky that touched it.

Originally, black cloth was a substance that Frondier could not play with in the air. Because it is not a weapon made from menosorpho. Once it leaves Frontier’s hands, it’s just a liquid.

However, when Frondier reached out to the flowing black river, grabbed that hand and pulled it back again.

Kugugu-

“Huh? “Look at that!”

“The mountain of corpses falls!”

The soldier who found it first shouted.

A lump of corpses gathered on the uphill road that had allowed the monsters to overcome the barrier lost its strength and scattered like trash being pushed out. It lost the strength that had held it together until now and naturally fell apart due to the influence of gravity.

And the black, or black cloth, that bound those monsters.

“…indeed.”

It is now in Frontier’s hands.

It is clear that he is holding more than the amount of black heaven he originally had.

‘Dark Heaven was in the form of Chryselakatos a little while ago, so a significant portion of it has my mana remaining.’

I knew that up to that point. Of course, as time goes by, that mana will dissipate, but for a brief moment, I thought I could control the black sky that fell into Frondier’s hands.

However, even the black that was spread by the original black monsters that touched the black sky returned to his hands.

in other words.

‘…There is still mana left in this black.’

That’s definitely not Frontier’s mana. The mana of the black monster or the fragment of Helheim itself. However, the moment he touched Frondier’s black sky, all of that mana returned to Frondier’s hands as if Frondier was the owner.

As if the owner of Mana had changed to Frondier.

As if to prove it, Frondier didn’t use any mana when he just ‘recovered’ the Black Heaven.

“….”

Frondier made a strange expression and opened and unfolded the black cloth in his hand. The black cloth, which hardened into metal every time he applied force, made dazzling movements and stayed in his hand.

and.

Crumbling?

A black monster made eye contact with Frondier.

“….”

Frondier looked at the monster in silence for a moment. For some reason, the black monster didn’t even think about attacking and just looked at Frondier blankly.

The black monsters that were just born from the fragments of Helheim have not matured in their thinking. It is just filled with endless malice and murder towards humans.

The strategy of tying the mountain of corpses into one mass was also because he received an ‘order’, not something he thought of on his own.

So, of course, if you come face to face with a human, Frondier, you will not be able to tolerate it and will rush to kill you. For some reason, he is looking at Frontier without budging, as if he has been nailed to the ground.

──He spoke of his wild nature as a monster.

If you try to attack Frontier now, something worse than death will await you.

Kkeukkeuk kegegeung!!

After making its decision, the black monster turned its back and ran away. I don’t know what Frondier was trying to do, but what was in his eyes was not the intention to kill the monster.

If that were the case, the black monster would have attacked Frondier a long time ago.

The black monster reversed the barrier it had just raised and flew through the air. I didn’t even think about looking back.

What was in Frontier’s eyes was not murderous intent. That’s—

“Where are you going?”

Hiss-

Sigh!

Frondier sharpened the black cloth and stabbed it into the black monster’s back. The monster was suspended in the air. It wasn’t a specific type of weapon made. By manipulating the remaining mana, he simply made the black sky look like a long branch and stuck it into the monster.

“I have something to test.”

Frondier was clearly tired due to repeated battles and severe mana depletion. But the corners of his mouth were smiling. It wasn’t bragging or crazy. He showed this smile even before using ‘Firecracker’.

Does Frontier know what that languid smile makes the enemies who see it think?

“Can you help me?”

The black monster couldn’t understand a word of Frondier’s words.

There is one thing I know for sure.

Frondier is not thinking of killing the black monster.

He was not interested in the death of the black monster. Frondier’s eyes

were similar to those of a child tearing off a dragonfly’s wings.

Kuuk.

Just as Frondier retrieved the black from the monsters, this time he pulled the black monster itself as if it were black cloth.

Moment.

Kieeee!!

The black monster screamed. It was a scream of fear rather than a scream of pain. The sense of losing oneself, the sense of a newborn life changing into something that is not life without even the act of killing it.

Literally, Frontier was recovering black monsters as ‘mana’.

“Keueuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…!”

Of course, Frondier doing such dangerous things was not without damage. The moment Frondier tried to retrieve the black monster, the sensation he felt was disgust rather than pain.

He was trying to take the Mana that was currently in the world of the dead and bring it back to him.

A robbery that takes away the owner through the medium of Black Heaven in a completely separate area where neither side allows the other. A taboo area that goes beyond simple murder.

If an ordinary person had done this, all the screams of the dead, the smell of corpses, and images of death itself would have poured into their souls and they would have gone crazy long ago.

But Frontier.

“Noisy…!”

With just one word, he dismissed the world of the dead.

Shoo!

In an instant, I held a black monster in my hands. The monster lost its form and became just a black sky. No, it became a ‘fragment of Helheim’.

“town! Ugh…!”

Frondier could barely contain his nausea. The aftermath of fighting the black monster came all at once.

Since the only thing that struck him at once was a few bouts of nausea, Frondier was definitely not normal. I don’t know what you think of yourself.

“…as expected, it’s a little different.”

Frondier looked at the fragment in his hand. It was similar in appearance to the black cloth he always used, but something fundamentally different in its felt energy and movement.

‘…monsters born from fragments.’

At first, Frondier was very puzzled when he heard that black monsters were born from the fragments of Helheim.

Creating something can be viewed as God’s plan to hinder the Frontier. If he were a god, he could make even a mountain rise if he wanted to.

But can God create monsters using just the fragments of Helheim? If the fragment is really the exact same material as the black cloth, then how can a monster with will be created from this simple material that only becomes metal when applied with force?

Black Heaven is the remnants of Helheim’s fragments after doing ‘something’. Previously, Frontier had guessed so.

And now the answer has arrived.

‘The fragments of Helheim have a will from the beginning. God extracted that will appropriately.’

Does the fragment of Helheim itself loathe humans themselves, or did God give them that loathing after they were extracted?

I don’t know which one, but even if he were a god, he wouldn’t be able to create a monster from something without will. If that were possible, we wouldn’t have used the fragments of Helheim.

‘A monster born from fragments, a metal with the will of the fragments themselves…’

And the authority of the owner.

Frontier just felt it. The feeling of stealing the owner of mana from a black monster.

Surprisingly, the sensation was not unfamiliar.

‘So did Excalibur in the lake.’

Frondier once went into the lake to retrieve Excalibur. Of course, I couldn’t pull out Excalibur, but I did hold it.

The feeling I had when I had just recovered the black monster was similar to that time.

‘I understand now. What is the fragment of Helheim? No, what effect Helheim had on this world.’

A fragment of Helheim that did not completely disappear from this world after Ragnarok and remained.

The footsteps and weapons of human history heroes that were built after that.

And legends like Excalibur, where the weapon itself chooses its owner.

‘The power flowing from Helheim was the prototype of the Ego Sword.’

Ego Sword, a weapon with its own will. At the end of the journey, there are things like Excalibur and Gram, which choose their own master.

If desired, there is a possibility that the thing Frontier is holding now could become another Ego Sword if enough time is spent and a method is sought.

“Well, that’s a story for later.”

Frondier looked at the battlefield with a more relaxed expression.

Thanks to the collection just now, the mana that was lacking has been replenished considerably.

Surprisingly, some of the monsters showed signs of fear as they saw the sight of the black monster being cruelly sucked in.

Recovery of fragments, or black monsters. If this is still possible for Frontier.

The black monsters should not be here now.

An action that does not use any mana, but only replenishes the mana of Frondier, the biggest threat in this battlefield.

Black monsters that were pulled out over time to overcome human barriers.

“Sometimes in the game”

they are from this very moment.

“There are times when I steal a weapon that the enemy has devised through a lot of bloodshed effort.”

It only becomes a sacrifice to the Frontier.

“This is really fun.”

That sad effort is killing one’s own side.

Frondier laughed in a way that did not match the content of his words.