30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 175

Ihan had done his job perfectly.

He had drawn Turr’s attention to himself until the very end, allowing Raq to secretly reach his position. He demonstrated what it truly meant to be the [ultimate tank].

So now, it wasn’t Raq’s job to worry about the one who had brought him here—it was his job to fulfill the [damage dealer] role and deliver the killing blow.

Huff.

Huff!

Huuuff!

The spear extended forward.

Each thrust grew faster, so rapid that though it was a single man wielding a single spear, it created the illusion of multiple warriors attacking at once.

Such was the speed, precision, and ferocity of Raq de Duron’s spear.

—The One-Man Phalanx.

He had single-handedly achieved what an entire formation of spearmen could do.

Swish!

Swooosh!

“...Afterimages?”

Raq’s form began to split. His movements were so fast that his afterimages lingered, and those afterimages gradually became so distinct they appeared as five separate figures. He hadn’t used any duplication magic—just pure speed to create clones.

“Magnificent...!”

Turr couldn’t help but applaud.

The knight who had been defending against everything moments ago was impressive, but the skill and mastery Raq displayed were equally extraordinary.

Grind!

But the one receiving praise wasn’t pleased. Raq grit his teeth hard.

Despite launching dozens of spear strikes per second, he couldn’t pierce through Turr’s magic barrier.

Using the [Third Eye], a technique that transformed mystical insight into skill, Raq relentlessly targeted the barrier’s weak points. Yet, his spear felt as though it was chasing phantoms.

‘...I see. The barrier repairs itself the instant it’s pierced.’

Even when the barrier was breached, it regenerated so quickly that there wasn’t even time to realize the damage. Realizing this, Raq instinctively knew he needed a powerful, decisive strike.

Huff!

In the blink of an eye, he drew his spear back and condensed a massive killing intent into it.

In less than 0.2 seconds, he compressed his Red Aura and converted it into raw energy.

—The Fangs of the Wild Wolf.

Fwoooom!

The spearhead, now imbued with a massive amount of energy, gleamed like a colossal drill. If Ihan’s skill was Sword Aura, Raq’s was Red Spear Aura, a concentrated crimson force.

With the power to obliterate everything in its path, Raq’s ultimate strike collided with Turr’s barrier.

Fwooosh!

The impact was so intense it erased the flow of air in the area, turning it into a vacuum.

The spear pierced the atmosphere, burning away oxygen in its wake.

Even for a transcendent, such a strike was not something to take lightly.

Thooom—!

But a foreboding resonance echoed, and Raq’s brow furrowed deeply.

Rather than striking a thin, fragile barrier, the sensation was as though he’d struck a massive mountain of rock.

And what Raq’s spear hit was indeed—

“—Impressive, but you were too slow. You needed to finish preparing in 0.05 seconds instead of 0.2. Otherwise, you’ll never catch me.”

—a colossal ice wall.

Turr’s magic had summoned a vast wall of ice, thick and towering, large enough to be called a fortress.

Crack... Crack!

Though the ice wall was shattered by Raq’s spear strike, he didn’t feel pride in it.

He hadn’t been aiming for a wall—he’d been aiming for the monster’s neck.

“...Memorize.”

“Exactly. Mages always have their spells prepared in advance. Though I don’t usually need to, I have about 41,514 defensive spells surrounding me just in case. Unlucky for you, huh? Hehe.”

“......”

“That’s why I told you to give up. What you’re doing is just an exercise in futility.”

Like eggs thrown against a rock.

The outcome had been clear from the start.

Yet they persisted in fighting. How foolish, Turr thought, shaking his head.

Whoosh!

“Still trying?”

It was meaningless.

Swish.

Even at close range, Turr’s Perspective Manipulation allowed him to strike. With a casual motion, he swung his hand and struck Raq.

Thud!

“...That hurts.”

But perhaps Turr had shown too much of himself.

A larger wound appeared on his hand than before, and Turr’s expression soured.

Even while being thrown back, the knight had managed to strike. What a stubborn opponent.

However—

Shhh.

“Not that it matters.”

The wound on Turr’s hand healed almost instantly.

“A flawless victory.”

No matter how much they struggled, it was pointless. That’s what Turr’s expression seemed to convey. He wished they would stop their futile resistance.

But—

“......”

“...You’re getting up again?”

...Raq was rising to his feet.

Even after being flung far away.

“Why is he doing this?”

Turr tilted his head, genuinely puzzled.

They were up against an unbeatable opponent, with no chance of escape. Wouldn’t it make sense to give up?

And yet they continued to burn with determination.

To Turr, it seemed utterly useless.

“Knights’ psychology has always baffled me, no matter the era.”

He shrugged, as if to say it was beyond his understanding.

“—Of course, someone like you could never understand.”

“...Huh?”

For the first time, the knight who had ignored all of Turr’s chatter spoke.

Drip.

Even as blood streamed down his body, Raq’s calm eyes were unwavering as he said,

“To someone like you, who sees the world as nothing but toys, who treats life as utterly worthless, what could you possibly understand?”

“??”

“You don’t understand now, and you’ll never understand. Why we fight. Why we despise you.”

“...Is there a reason?”

Genuine curiosity flickered in Turr’s eyes as Raq glared at him with pure contempt and hatred.

How could someone be so utterly devoid of guilt?