Chapter 470 - 463. Fragment of Fallen Star (1)
People said they could see fragments of their past when they were at the door of death, as if the film of their life became the curtain welcoming them to the afterlife.
Ron was always skeptical about this.
How did people know? Wouldn’t the people who experienced it were already dead? If someone didn’t die after looking at those fragments of their past, then that was simply a delusion their mind created to distract themselves from pain, and not the sign of someone who was about to die.
But let’s say that saying was true--in the split second when Ron stared at the giant spear hurled at him, he did not see his life flash by. Did that mean he wouldn’t die? Or those saying was false in the first place?
He had no idea, as the spear struck him in the chest.
And his body dispersed, like scattering smoke.
The impact as the scout’s body and the spear collided created a wave of vibration that reached the other squad members. They flinched and turned around, only to see the scout’s body explode into a scattering shadow, and a huge spear that had lost an obstacle in its way continued on its path, toward the unsuspecting crowds.
Kei widened her eyes in dread, but the first thing she said came from years of training and experience. "SHIELD!!"
The shout shook the whole troop, but in reflex, magic shields and barriers cast on top of each other in the direction of the spear--just in time for the spear to strike. The shield and barrier, which was hastily cast, couldn’t deflect the spear’s rush, although they did slow it down.
The delay of two seconds gave the defenders time to rush and place their physical shields in the spear’s trajectory. Mana rushed into the arms of the defenders as the spear broke the last layer of barrier and struck the shield with a deafening scratching sound. It drove them back with a single strike, leaving deep and long marks beneath their feet.
They didn’t even have the time to curse, as everything happened in seconds. Banner gritted his teeth as he poured more and more mana into his arms that held the mithril shield, wondering what kind of spear hit harder than Bassena’s giant serpent. Within his narrow vision, he could see countless beasts filling the other side of the field, probably all the way to the city ruin. But he couldn’t care less about that with this accursed spear in front of him, which refused to stop--