The Regressed Mercenary’s Machinations Chapter 614

Episode 614 Now, in this dream. (1)

The sights she saw in her dreams were beyond Giselle’s control. She could only see them from a limited perspective.

Most of the fights were between warriors and their adversaries. From the battles between the two, Jiselle was able to see and learn a lot.

Sometimes the two of them did not appear at all. In those cases, we would see a war between large armies.

A fight between dragons and giants, a fight between the Human Federation’s army and the Cracks, and the occasional glimpse of the Human Federation’s leaders.

It also helped Giselle, because she saw what strategies and tactics they used, and how they succeeded and failed.

But in this dream, people I had never seen before appeared.

Kwaaaaang!

Among the figures of the Salvation Church, there were four who were particularly stronger than the other judges.

As they appeared, the soldiers of the Human Federation shouted in tension.

“The apostles have appeared!”

Hearing that, Giselle tilted her head.

‘apostle?’

Were there people in the Salvation Church who were called by that name?

I’ve heard of priests, judges, and executioners, but this is the first time I’ve heard of apostles.

Those called apostles were right next to the opponents, supporting them. It seemed that they were in the second highest position in the church, next to the opponents.

In any case, they were strong. Their attacks, wrapped in black fog, swept away the soldiers of the Human Federation like fallen leaves.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The power of the apostles was enough to make even Jisel nervous. Even those who had been called the 7 powers of the continent in their previous life felt inadequate compared to the apostles they saw now.

‘Shouldn’t Erenes or the King of the Dwarves step forward?’

The warrior must face his adversary. From what I’ve seen so far, there are some excellent people in the Human Union, but they are no match for the Apostles.

However, Erenes and the Dwarf King were fighting against other priests on both sides. This would leave the center helpless against the Apostles.

At that moment, the Human Union forces retreated and the four people advanced towards the apostle.

Kwaaaaang!

The four people who suddenly appeared surprisingly fought on equal terms with the apostles.

Jiselle looked at the four new people one by one.

The first man had disheveled hair and dark circles under his eyes. He was wearing robes, so he seemed to be a wizard.

Aside from his gloomy and gloomy expression, he had a rather cute and youthful appearance. Of course, if he was going to participate in this war, his actual age would not be that young.

Although he may seem weak on the outside, the skills he displays are enough to surprise even Giselle.

“Hellfire.”

A single word from the wizard’s mouth echoed through the air.

At that moment, a dazzling white flame rose from the air. The man was naturally manifesting the high-level magic of the 9th Circle as if he was breathing.

A fireball emitting terrifying heat raced towards the apostle at lightning speed.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

The black energy that shot out from the apostle’s hand collided with the fireball and exploded. The flash and darkness mixed together, shaking the surrounding space.

The wizard’s eyes flashed. His fingers danced, and dozens of magical runes instantly appeared in the air.

Immediately afterwards, a magical storm of fire, ice, and lightning swept towards the apostle.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The apostle was no pushover either. The black energy emanating from his body wriggled as if it were alive, devouring magic.

Sometimes, the darkness would become sharp like an arrow and fly towards the wizard.

The confrontation between the two continued tensely. The attacks they exchanged were powerful enough to distort the space-time around them.

Jiselle looked at the wizards closely, amazed at the two men’s skills.

‘Is that the ancestor of the magic tower where Jerome was? The warrior’s companion?’

After the battle with Gator, Jerome told several stories.

The founder of the Magic Tower, a comrade of the warrior, and the magic he created to stop his opponents.

He said he knew of the existence of his adversary even before Erenes told him about the ancient war.

‘I think he’s the only wizard who fits that story.’

The majesty displayed by the wizard was so great.

Jiselle slowly looked around at the others.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A knight in shining silver armor was facing the apostle, holding a huge shield.

The knight’s sword cut through the air and struck down heavily. His swordsmanship was a classic among classics, a classic among classics.

These seemingly simple movements contained thousands of years of wisdom and countless battle experiences.

Kwaaaaang!

Every time the sword clashed with the Apostle, a thunderous shockwave echoed. His sword was not simply a weapon, but an embodiment of his will.

In that strong and honest blow, there seemed to be an unwavering determination engraved.

The apostle moved irregularly like a shadow, trying to find an opening in the knight’s path. However, the knight’s shield was like a living wall.

No attack, no trick could penetrate his defenses.

The knight’s every move was precise. His every movement seemed to be the epitome of chivalry.

Courage, honor, loyalty.

All these virtues were embodied in his sword and shield.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As the two people’s clashes continued, the air around them became heavier.

The apostle could not penetrate the knight’s strong defense. However, the knight was also unable to inflict damage on the apostle, who moved like a ghost.

Their confrontation was like an eternal dance of light and shadow.

Jiselle’s face gradually hardened as she watched the knight’s movements.

‘That swordsmanship… … .’

Jisel has mastered numerous swordsmanship styles on the continent. The knights’ swords are similar, but if you delve deeper, no two swordsmanship styles are the same.

So, if you look closely at swordsmanship, you can see its characteristics and differences.

Coincidentally, Giselle knew the swordsmanship used by knights very well.

‘The sword of the Ladran royal family!’

It was the royal family’s vision swordsmanship and mana training method that only the royal family of Rutania could use.

After taking over the kingdom, Jiselle naturally took a close look at the swordsmanship and mana training methods.

Count Palantz, who was originally a royal knight, also learned the royal sword given by Berhem. It was also thanks to such full support that Count Palantz was able to reach the level of a superman.

Giselle even got to experience the sword firsthand while fighting Count Pallantz.

Seeing the royal swordsmanship like that, Jisel couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed.

‘Was the founding king of the Kingdom of Rutania also a comrade of the warrior?’

But it was different from the story I heard from Berhem.

― The founding king… … is said to have been the servant of a saint.

No matter how you look at it, he wasn’t a servant. The word “great knight” would have been more fitting.

Perhaps a servant may have been recognized for his talent and character and become a knight. There were cases like that.

Jiselle studied the knight’s face closely, but soon she couldn’t help but frown.

‘The face… is covered.’

There was a thick darkness around his eyes, so it was impossible to make out his exact face. Only the glimpse of his lower face told us that he was young.

Never before in my dreams has someone’s face been obscured like this.

Either there was something wrong with the dream itself, or it wasn’t time to see it yet, so it wasn’t shown. Either way, there was nothing Giselle could do about it.

Giselle sighed and turned her head to the other side.

An even more amazing sight was unfolding there.

‘her?’

Paaaaah!

It was a mysterious woman with her lower body covered by a mask. Her hands moved gracefully through the air.

At that moment, hundreds of daggers appeared around her, as if the Milky Way was pouring down.

The dagger, shining brightly, was so beautiful that it caught everyone’s attention.

Swish.

As the woman’s fingers moved gracefully once more, the daggers began to dance in unison.

They floated through the air like a swarm of fireflies, creating intricate patterns. The trails of light left in the air looked like living works of art.

As the woman’s gaze fixed on the apostle, the movements of the dancing daggers changed. All of them pointed their sharp points at him.

The once calm air was instantly filled with tension.

Paaak!

After a moment of silence, hundreds of daggers rained down on the apostles like a storm.

The daggers cut through the air, making a sharp sound. The speed and power were truly overwhelming.

Kwaaang!

The apostle’s eyes lit up. Black energy began to swirl throughout his body.

He moved like lightning in a situation where all escape routes were blocked by a torrent of daggers.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The apostle’s hands and feet were so fast that only afterimages remained. Every time he struck the dagger, light would burst and the dagger’s path would be distorted.

The confrontation between the two continued in a tense atmosphere where time seemed to have stopped. Neither one was pushed back, and a tight balance was maintained.

Only silvery trails were visible in the air. The brilliant traces of light blended with the black aura of the apostles, creating a spectacular sight, like looking at stars floating in the night sky.

‘Belinda… … no, my mother’s skills… … .’

That was the secret technique of my mother, the Commander of the Shadow Knights. It was an ultimate technique that was far superior to what Belinda had shown.

If he were trapped in there, it wouldn’t be easy to escape.

Suddenly, Giselle remembered a conversation she had had with Belinda before.

― One family monopolized the position of the head of the family and passed it down? In this kingdom?

– Yes, it is a position passed down through generations. Only Annette’s family could learn the vision and assume the position of Shadow Knight Commander.

If so, then that person… … .

‘Huh? So you’re my mother’s distant ancestor?’

I don’t know how it happened, but it seems that his descendants settled in the Kingdom of Rutania after the war ended.

The skills were passed down through generations to her mother and are now passed on to Belinda.

I was dumbfounded when I saw a series of unexpected characters.

Jiselle quickly turned her head to the other side. She had to check on the remaining person as well.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

Unlike the other three, there was a man who was dressed very roughly and was wielding a sword.

The sword in the man’s hand was not flashy. The rough and crude-looking blade bore the marks of countless battles.

Scratch!

Every time he swung his sword, the air around him seemed to freeze.

The man’s posture was far from that of a traditional swordsman. It was like a wild wolf stalking its prey.

Kwaaang!

The man’s sword moved countless times toward the apostle. There were no rules or formalities in his swordsmanship. It was a wild swordsmanship that moved only according to instinct.

The movements were the same. The apostle’s attacks rained down, but the man evaded them flexibly as if he was dancing.

His movements were like a leaf in the wind and were not easily predictable.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The shockwave from the two clashing filled the surroundings.

The man’s swordsmanship changed from moment to moment. It was impossible to tell what kind of swordsmanship he was using.

His attacks were sometimes as fierce as a blizzard, and at other times as smooth as gliding across ice.

Sometimes he was passive like a coward, and sometimes he was majestic and direct like a knight’s sword.

His swordsmanship was constantly changing to suit the situation and the time.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The confrontation between the two continued. The man’s sword and the apostle’s energy clashed, shaking the surrounding air.

As she watched the battle, Giselle’s eyes began to tremble in bewilderment.

‘That sword.’

If the level of men is lower than it is now.

If there were a few important parts missing from the man’s swordsmanship and mana training methods.

And if the swordsmanship and mana training methods are re-established to fit the missing parts.

It is the teeth of the wild wolves that ran across the vast lands of the north, a sword technique that Jisel knows very well.

‘It’s the sword of the Ferdium family!’

There was something lacking in the family’s swordsmanship and mana training methods.

That is why none of Ferdium’s ancestors advanced beyond a certain level.

Jisel also had doubts, but she didn’t know why. So she completely overhauled the family’s mana cultivation method.

But right now, in this dream.

Ferdium’s swordsmanship was on full display.