Chapter 663

"I almost couldn't control a single Immortal in the Master Class. If it weren't for Cliff's appearance, it would have been dangerous. 'You guys seemed to be here.' 'Thank you, thank you... It was dangerous. Really.' Cliff, who was breathing roughly, looked at Liana and Harriet, who were soaked in rain. Cliff, who was fighting somewhere on the battlefield, knew that Liana was here when he saw the lightning pouring down in the middle of the Allied Forces. And he realized that something inside the Allied Forces, not a monster, was about to attack. Liana gets up, alone. There was only one. Even though it was a Master Class, there was only one Immortal among the thousands on this battlefield. Both Harriet and Liana exhausted tremendous energy to stop that single entity. And despite the heavy rain, many people realized the lightning pouring down and exploding while using tremendous power. Cliff, who was somewhere on the battlefield, came in a hurry to protect Liana and Harriet. Of course, what Cliff could see, the Immortal could see too. Liana and Harriet looked around with desperate expressions. 'They're coming more...' Just stopping one entity was a threat to their lives. But now, the Immortals who had located Harriet and Liana in various parts of the battlefield in the pouring rain began to approach. This time, it wasn't just one. Harriet bit her lip at Liana's words. This is a battlefield, and the Allied Forces are already surrounded by monsters on all sides. If they were going to run away, they had to run away altogether. And that means someone else has to deal with those Immortals. Is it important to survive? Or is it important to reduce even one more Immortal? To Harriet, who was at a crossroads, Cliff said, 'Put all the reinforcement magic you can on me.' 'To fight...?' 'Yeah. I'll do my best to hold on somehow. If it doesn't work, run away.' Cliff takes a deep breath. You have to do what you can. You have to endure it to the limit. That's Cliff's conclusion, and neither Liana nor Harriet denies it. The magic stars are still firing fierce beams of light towards the monsters. If Liana and Harriet run away from this place, more sacrifices will be made. They have to endure it. It's Cliff's job to protect the two of them. The power of the Demon King's forces is strong, but the number is absolutely small. And everyone fighting in the Allied Forces has no obligation to protect them. Protecting and killing is their own responsibility. The protective and strengthening magic that Harriet gave him stimulates Cliff's whole body. He has left the place where he has to fight. But how many people are there now who are sticking to their positions on this battlefield? It's a fight to protect something. That's why Cliff ran to protect what he had to protect. But does he have the ability to do so? Why did the Immortals suddenly disappear and now come back to kill them? Actually, there's no need to know." In a fight to protect something, it was natural for Cliff to stand here to protect what was most precious to him. Movements approaching from all over the battlefield clearly meant Immortals. The Demon King was being chased by thousands of Immortals in the depths of the battlefield. Everyone was busy with what was right in front of them. There was no reinforcement. Fortunately, attacks from magicians other than Master Classes were neutralized by Liana and Harriet's long-range sniping. The real threat was the Master Classes rushing in with overwhelming anti-magic and defense. Liana and Harriet were affecting the entire battlefield. Their deaths would bring an enormous loss that could not be reversed for the entire battle. Cliff knew that facing the approaching Master Class monsters was the best option. They had become too big of a presence. He had to protect what he had to protect before the enemies arrived. He may not have reached the level of a Master Class, but his entire body was filled with a blue magical barrier and his sword was imbued with a terrifying power. Harriet was casting the most powerful magic she could. The strongest magician was supporting her to the fullest. They could do this much. Cliff thrust his sword towards the approaching Immortal. Even just touching it should have bounced him away or shattered his body. But his body was intact, and so was his weapon. He could do it. Although there were limits to his physical and mental abilities, there was magic that had no limits supporting him. Liana's lightning strike and Harriet's protection magic also helped. Cliff pushed the Immortal away and swung his sword as if he had lost his mind. His body and mind adapted to a state he had never experienced before. He pounded the armor on the Immortal's body and finally stabbed his sword into its chest. The powerful enchantment imbued in the sword exploded, turning the Immortal's body into dust. He succeeded in facing a Master Class being, thanks to the support of a powerful magician and the assistance of the strongest psychic. However, even just dividing that power a few times made him feel like his body was about to collapse. And more were coming closer. Cliff is fighting in a fierce battle where Immortals are approaching from all sides. He has faced Master Class beings with the support of a powerful magician and the strongest psychic, but even dividing that power a few times makes him feel like his body is about to collapse. Cliff has a talent for surviving battles, but he knows that his victories are not something to be celebrated. He has always been willing to sacrifice himself to protect what is precious to him, and he has always managed to come out alive. Cliff now understands that his talent is not a strength, but rather an ability brought about by coincidence. He knows that he may win the battle, but Rianna and Harriet may die because of him. However, he cannot choose to watch from afar, as they may die because of him. He sees the Immortals approaching from all directions and knows that he must fight to protect them. He wishes for his body to be strong enough to pierce through the enemy and protect his friends like a shield. He believes that his talent for survival and luck should now turn into strength. His mind becomes calm amidst the approaching danger, and his magic stabilizes. Rianna and Harriet are surprised by his sudden transformation, but Cliff charges towards the Immortal and strikes it down with his sword. Translation:

He cast a powerful enhancement spell from the world's strongest wizard on his body that had surpassed its limits. The only thing he lacked was himself. With his lack now filled, it was natural that the Immortal would not notice Cliff's approach. No, at this stage, Harriet's help may no longer be necessary for Cliff. With just three sword clashes and taking advantage of the opening in the chest, Cliff's sword cut off the Immortal's neck. Cliff was not amazed or impressed. He calmly surveyed the next target and moved straight towards it. He had surpassed his limits, but it was not simply a path to the master class. Cliff's transformation was a little different. In the end, the cursed luck that had always been with him was for this moment. Surviving by luck and coincidence was no longer necessary. Now, neither luck nor fate was needed. Through the accumulation of experiences built up by those things, he had reached the threshold where luck and survival for victory were no longer necessary. He had reached the destiny of inevitable victory. That was why it was a growing talent that had stepped on the boundary between superpowers and destiny. That way, the talent of combat, which had been built up over countless sacrifices and deaths, had just been completed. Suddenly, it started to rain, which was probably Rianna's power. I understand the intention. In fact, the wizards' saturation was very inaccurate. However, the Immortals within sight were chasing them fiercely. The flames of fire, Tiamat, and Alsbrenger went through the waves of monsters. Although the rain was falling, the flames of fire evaporated the rain explosively and turned it into steam, blocking the pursuers' sight. So it was actually good. They focused on moving forward rather than killing the monsters. It was a situation that could not be expressed in any way other than a crazy situation. The Immortal disappeared. It was difficult to accept, but I knew what that situation was inducing. So from the moment I revealed myself, I knew that such a situation would soon arise. The Immortal had returned and was chasing me from behind. If I succeeded in killing the Immortal, I would try to find and kill Olivia, Harriet, Rianna, and the Lord Vampire. My death was the beginning. If I die, the Immortal will try to find those who follow me. So I can't die. It's a situation that can't be said to be bad. The Immortal follows me. I just have to keep going forward. The Immortals follow me and break through the waves of monsters. In front of me are monsters. Behind me are Immortals. "I can't believe I'm actually running towards the enemy. It's more like a charge than a run. I don't need to focus on attacking anymore, just jump over and crush the monsters and move forward. The Immortal will sweep everything away. 'I'm here, you bastards!' I use my anger to wield the flames of Hwayo and the radiance of Tiamat. While doing so, I evaporate the puddles of water with flames to block their sight. It's like a trap. Even if the monsters die and the Immortal is destroyed, it's a good situation for me as long as I don't get caught. If I get caught, I'll be surrounded by thousands of Immortals, and there's no way to survive in that situation. While running, I have to look back to see how far the ones chasing me have come. I've seen many terrifying things in my life, and I've faced countless horrific monsters. There are many monsters that are just terrible in appearance. But I've never felt 'fear' like this moment. Even the fierce rain and waves of monsters can't stop them. About a hundred or so Master classes, wearing blue aura armor and wielding blades such as spears, axes, and swords, are chasing only me. Some of them kill monsters while breaking through, but some of them rush over the monsters like me. Master classes are the pinnacle of superhumans. Such beings are chasing me with fierce speed, saying they will kill me alone among thousands of them. The horrific and fearful monsters are true, but there are also those who can move dozens of meters in one leap while crushing and breaking those terrible monsters. And there are not hundreds, but thousands of them. The pieces are shattered by the aura shock wave that occurs just by colliding with the body, not by hitting the monster with the weapon. Those things gather in groups. There is no choice but to face them. I have to run. I have to survive. That's what I'm doing. But unfortunately. Squeak! Thud! "Uh...ugh!" There were a huge number of archmages who could provide long-range support, not just swordsmen, among the Immortals. They cover the place where I'm running with large-scale destruction magic. That way, both the monsters and I will die together. Because of the rain, I can't properly recognize where I am, so I indiscriminately use large-scale destruction magic. Ice spears, lightning bolts, and unexpected explosions. And then. Plop! "Thud...!" The ground suddenly turns into a swamp. Thousands of swordsmen follow me, and blind archmages shoot destruction magic at me. As if the Immortal doesn't care if I get swept away." He clenches the horns of a sinking monster and stands up, trampling the monsters struggling in the swamp. It might actually be better. "Plague!" But they continue to run, trampling other Immortals sinking in the swamp. Even those sinking manage to struggle and get out. If anyone touches me, it's the end. The Immortals are scarier than the monsters. And then, direct destruction magic hits me in the head. Thanks to Aura Armor and Anti-Magic, it's not a fatal blow. Just the magic that hits me would have killed a normal person hundreds of times over. At the moment I think I might get caught by the Immortals because of the interference of magic. With a loud noise that tears the sky, the breath of flames and lightning strikes the Immortals chasing me from behind, cutting through me and the Immortals. A huge body lands in front of me at a speed similar to falling to the ground. The golden light on the body was clearly visible. "Reinhardt! Ride!" Olivia, who was riding on the dragon, beckons me. Is she here to save me? What's with the dragon? I can't tell what's going on in the battlefield because I'm so disoriented. The result is clear, Olivia came to save me on the dragon. But the answer is already decided. "No! Go!" "What?!" "Hurry! I have to stay here!" My role is to lure the Immortals and destroy Diane. If I run away, the Immortals will attack other people instead. And they might already be under attack. I can't forget my value in luring the Immortals. The faster the war ends, the more danger I can endure. So I can't leave. If I hesitate any longer, the Immortals will attack not only me but also Olivia. Then we both die. I'll bear the danger alone. "Hurry up!" At my shout, Olivia no longer hesitates. "Eik...! This idiot...!" Olivia screams with clenched teeth. "Don't die, you fool!" The dragon that appeared in front of me leaps roughly and flies into the sky of the downpour again. It's clear that they're doing more than what they need to do. So I have to do more than what I can do. In the place where the lightning and flames passed by. I just run. Luring the Immortals. To Diane, the heart of the battlefield.