The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns

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Chapter 153

Each one of them was a magic circle equivalent to a 4th or 5th-circle spell.

Despite the immense calculations required to break the ritual magic circle, the fact that such computational power remained left everyone present in shock.

A single miscalculation or mistake could have resulted in a gruesome death, with blood pouring from every part of the body.

Incredible computational ability, deep understanding, and overwhelming mana.

Even if just one of these was lacking, such a feat would be impossible.

The mages, witnessing the phenomenon, gaped in disbelief and muttered,

“Mon… Monster…”

“What the…?”

To be precise, this was something only achievable by someone who had gained the enlightenment of a 9th-circle mage.

But there was no way the ordinary mages could know that.

Leon was currently at the 7th circle.

Even if he pushed his circle into overdrive, the limit would be the 8th circle.

Yet, he was still capable of this.

And there was a reason.

[Interference] [Linkage] [Destruction]

It was the power of [Word of Truth], obtained from downloading the vast memories of the Hall of Truth.

There was no need for complex words in a Word of Truth.

A single phrase, imbued with willpower, could dramatically enhance the power of the magic it was applied to.

Of course, from the perspective of the targets, no amount of mana or computational skill could explain how this was possible, leaving them vomiting blood in despair.

“R… Run?!”

Realizing something was terribly wrong, the mages turned to flee, but lightning spears conjured from the magic circle pierced them all at once.

Even the mages conducting the ritual collapsed, unable to withstand the attack.

Among the knights, those with lesser skills managed to deflect one or two strikes before being impaled and killed.

In an instant, a scene of carnage unfolded, and only Vania Remilish and Sword Master Ropal, who had sustained severe injuries while protecting Vania, remained standing.

Of course, Ropal’s condition was far from good.

Being a living human meant there had to be a limit to one's strength.

Indeed, in the massive, instantaneous battle that had erupted, Ropal had expended a tremendous amount of aura.

Yet, Leon remained unchanged from the beginning.

How could a human's aura continue to pour out endlessly like that?

Such questions filled Ropal's mind, but there was no time to hesitate.

Hurriedly, he pulled something from his robes and activated it.

A strange whistle-like sound echoed throughout the entire castle.

It was an alarm—an emergency signal that summoned all forces within the castle.

Ropal wiped the blood from his lips and looked down at his trembling hands.

Had he ever felt his hands shake like this since reaching the rank of Sword Master?

Impossible.

There had never been many threats to strategic weapons like him.

And yet, his body trembled now—like prey before a predator.

“All the forces in this castle are now converging here. If you want to live, I suggest you run.”

He wasn’t sure if bluffing would work, but if it could drive Leon away, it was worth the attempt.

However, Ropal's hopes were meaningless.

“Summon them all. Saves me the trouble of hunting them down one by one.”

This was a monster that dismantled a massive ritual magic while fighting a Sword Master.

There was no way such a creature would retreat so easily.

* * *

Luna felt uneasy.

Seeing Leon express such intense emotions brought back nightmares.

No matter how much time had passed, those memories remained vivid.

"You're beautiful, so it's okay, Angel."

"Angel, take this gift."

"I came again today."

The boy who had always approached her with a foolishly bright smile.

The boy who had persistently stayed by her side, even when she responded with nothing but cold indifference.

And then, after time passed and the comfort she thought would last forever disappeared, she remembered the sadness in his eyes.

"Angel, I hate you for standing still in this situation. I resent you for casting us out of paradise without even trying to help."

Stop.

I'm sorry.

I didn’t mean to.

I just didn’t know.

I was merely following God's will.

"And yet, I love you. No, I adore you."

That was the last thing she ever heard from him.

Those words had stabbed deep into her heart.

After that, for the first time, she rejected the will of God and walked the path of falling.

Even after countless years had passed, to Luna, it still felt like yesterday.

Receiving was painful.

So this time, she would be the one to give.

Even if that boy and Leon were different…

If their essence was the same, then this time, she would love first.

And she would not hide her intentions.

This was the repentance of a fallen angel—her way of facing emotions she had only understood once everything was already lost.

That was why, when Leon displayed such intense emotions, fear gripped her heart.

Because that boy, who had spoken his last words with a sorrowful expression, had felt just like this.

She would never repeat that mistake again.

Though she was still inexperienced in many ways, every time Leon showed such emotions, she felt a chilling sorrow wash over her entire body.

His expression did not change much, but the atmosphere surrounding him was the same as back then.

She had to save Arsha.

If not, she felt as though she would once again lose someone she cared about.

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Slowly, she stepped forward and cradled Arsha's broken body.

Arms, legs, ribs—there wasn’t a single bone intact.

Her ligaments were partially torn, making even walking a torment beyond imagination.

To be honest, the fact that she was still alive was a miracle.

Normally, an eleven-year-old child suffering such injuries would have succumbed to fever and pain within days.

But the bigger issue was her mind.

The overwhelming psychological trauma had not only broken her spirit but had also inflicted damage on her very soul.

The Kraken, the primary cause of her mental collapse, was dead.

However, healing a shattered mind was something that could only be left to miracles.

Had they been even slightly later, they might have lost Arsha forever.

And now, from all directions, numerous presences began closing in.

The Remilish Castle was essentially the military stronghold of this entire island.

Naturally, the number of forces rushing over in response to the alarm was overwhelming.

At a glance, it was clear they had prepared for full-scale war.

From ordinary soldiers to knights and mages—

A massive army was assembling.

The variety was vast, but Luna’s concern wasn’t their threat.

“Leon.”

“Take Arsha and go ahead.”

“No.”

“Go. I can’t control my strength right now.”

At Leon’s firm demand, Luna let out a sigh.

There had to be more to his words than just a psychological issue.

The continuous strain over a short period, the recoil from recently learning magic—Leon’s ability to control his strength wasn’t what it used to be.

He needed rest, but he hadn’t been able to take any.

Holding the limp Arsha in her arms, Luna turned her gaze toward Meryl and Rebecca.

“Follow me.”

If both Leon and their opponents had resolved to fight in close combat, there was no stopping them.

No, she wouldn’t stop them.

Arsha’s condition was truly appalling.

According to Melissa, Leon had fought his uncle, Tyvel Cascadia, without hesitation and cut down everything in his path.

“Do you think you’ll be able to escape from here?!”

At Ropal’s shout, Leon adjusted his grip on his sword.

Sensing something ominous, Ropal’s eyes widened.

“Formation!!!”

The sword master, Ropal, urgently shouted, feeling an eerie foreboding, but Leon’s sword had already been swung.

Before the knights could raise their swords and the mages could cast their defensive spells, it had already happened.

Slash!!

With a chilling sound, a section of the enemy forces was torn apart, unable to even scream, as a fountain of blood splattered through the air.

Many instinctively chose to flee rather than defend themselves, scattering in all directions to survive, but those who didn’t were exposed to the full brunt of the attack and fell.

It all happened so quickly that those present could hardly believe what they were seeing.

The one most shocked of all was none other than Ropal.

“The realm of mastery….”

As a sword master, he could see what others could not.

Realizing the level of devastation Leon had just created, he found himself at a loss for words.

“Go.”

At Leon’s command, Luna, holding Arsha, quickly maneuvered past the now-empty path with Rebecca and Meryl.

Even as the four of them escaped, no one dared to stop them.

Because in the center of the shattered magic formation, Leon stood with his sword, exuding an overwhelming aura of menace.

* * *

There’s a saying that controlling power is even harder than obtaining it.

I agree with that to some extent.

In my case, regaining my memories means suddenly reclaiming immense power within my current body, making control even more difficult.

‘Librarian, I think there’s a serious drawback to regaining my memories.’

[Indeed, the burden is considerable. I recommend postponing the next memory retrieval.]

So far, I’ve managed to adjust, but any further than this, and it’ll be nearly impossible to maintain control.

Even now, every swing of my sword sends elemental mana rampaging wildly.

Fortunately, I have experience with higher realms of power, so handling lower-tier magic or aura is relatively easier.

But at this rate, I might end up devoured by my own strength.

If the version of me from Labyrinthos saw this, he would have laughed mockingly.

Even back then, I never wielded such a variety of powers simultaneously.

The sheer number of enemies surrounding me is overwhelming.

Have I ever fought against so many opponents at once?

At least, not since returning from Labyrinthos.

But what does that matter?

From the moment I found Arsha in that coffin, I had already made my decision.

“Your actions now could lead to a major diplomatic crisis.”

They weren’t oblivious.

Judging by their expressions, they had realized that I shared the same silver hair and sky-blue eyes as Arsha—we were blood relatives.

“So?”

“Surrender immediately and lay down your weapons. You may be strong, but do you really think you can win against the entire Pinas Archipelago military?”

“So?”

Repeating myself once more, I saw Ropal’s face twist in frustration.

“You madman… Do you really think your nation would go to war for you?”

In the past, a war between the Pinas Archipelago and the Central Continent dragged on unnecessarily, resulting in countless deaths.

Because of that, neither the archipelago nor the central continent was particularly eager for another war.

But then again, isn’t that just the nature of war itself?

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