Chapter 84 Signals (3)
The moment Belphegor dropped his staff and Frondier took out his sword in both hands.
Roach Swordsmanship Basics
Frontier variant
Diagonal slash, crossed dual swords
It was a self-evident fact that Frontier’s blade shined.
Frondier crossed his arms and spread them out, making a cross sign.
“Tsk… … !”
At that moment, Belphegor’s head turned.
What you must avoid is Excalibur. It is dangerous to be hit by something that contains mana.
On the other hand, the short sword Frondier is holding in his other hand is short, and since he has already lost his weapon, the technique just now is meaningless.
Whick!
Belphegor dodged Excalibur’s trajectory and dug deeper into his body with the shorter shortsword.
It was the best decision he could have made in this brief moment. Thanks to this, I was able to avoid Excalibur.
The choice was not wrong.
Boom!
“?!”
He had to suffer a greater wound than he thought.
The blade of the short sword cut deeply into his chest.
‘The auror of the short sword… … !’
When you’re distracted and confused, you can’t see well.
The characteristic of Frontier’s aurors is ‘colorlessness’.
His auror increased the length of the blade and cut into the defenseless chest of the demon.
“Ugh… … !”
Belphegor stepped back in pain. It wasn’t a fatal wound, but it wasn’t a shallow wound either. If he were an ordinary human being, he would have died in one hit, but he survived with the strength of an innate Auror.
“… … “Is it really the devil?”
Frondier’s sunken eyes scan Belphegor, who retreated.
“I can’t believe I only got that much of a wound from that blow.”
“… … “You guy.”
Belphegor’s eyes turn red.
“dare… … .”
He was angry. Having the name of sloth.
Belphegor suffered more than losing his weapon or receiving a wound on his chest.
“How dare you use dual swords in front of me… … !”
I was angry as the Frondier in front of me held a sword in both hands.
─The illusion of dual swordsmanship is more powerful than reality.
Throughout all times and times, the idea of holding two swords in both hands would not have been that difficult.
However, there are only a handful of people who actually use dual swords.
This is because the dual sword technique was not actually more effective.
In general, dual sword techniques are more difficult to handle than when holding a single sword. Each blade interferes with each other’s trajectory, and unlike a one-handed sword that can be held with both hands, it is easy to lose the weapon.
In addition, since most cutting movements rely on the arms, it is not possible to put more force into a single blow.
Therefore, Belphegor thought that Frondier was acting arrogantly.
“Don’t be so angry, Belphegor.”
Frontier’s eyes are infinitely cold.
“I just came up with the most appropriate way to deal with you.”
“… … !”
Frontier still hasn’t released his dual sword stance.
In another confrontation, Belphegor soon understood Frondier’s intentions.
‘… … Indeed, that sword makes dual swordsmanship possible.’
At this time, Frontier’s dual sword technique was different from the normal one.
Excalibur, which still contains his mana, cannot even be blocked, let alone hit, by its blade.
In addition, the small sword held in the left hand spreads the sword once, making the weapons hesitate to touch each other.
Excalibur, which must be avoided, and a short sword, which cannot be blocked with a weapon.
From Belphegor’s perspective, in this situation where he must avoid and find an opening, the weaknesses of the dual swords lose much of their meaning.
‘It would be good to be conscious of falling.’
From here to Frontier’s bravado.
Frondier is not yet able to use falling weapons as freely as Azier. At least a skilled warrior would be able to tell when a frontier is down and when it is not.
However, with the first drop seen now, which so completely caused the opponent to drop his weapon, Belphegor could not help but be wary.
“Zarkon!”
When Belphegor stretched out his arm, the staff that fell from the fall trembled and flew towards him.
Faba Park!
“Do you think that will happen?”
Of course, Frontier’s Black Heaven grabs the staff and interferes.
Belphegor’s frown crumpled once again, but then he tilted his head for a moment as if he thought of something.
“… … “It’s truly amazing.”
As if thinking about something, he looked at Frontier with no trace of anger.
“The technique you use, it must be weaving. The technology that the gods agreed upon and made a contract to prevent it from existing in this world. It’s definitely a skill that only Frontier de Roach possesses. So, I guess you are Frontier.”
“… … “What do you want to say?”
Frondier tried to act calmly, but his head was spinning.
Is weaving a skill that the gods made a pact with to prevent them from existing?
So, was Thanatos’ descent when that technique was activated also included in the gods’ ‘contract’?
“But that doesn’t mean you have Helheim’s mana. “That is not an amount that a mere human can reap.”
Belphegor pointed to the Black Sky of Frondier.
If you include Helheim’s mana, Frontier’s mana surpasses what it was when he ate the Dragon Heart before. It was the reward for defeating countless souls in the fragments of Helheim.
“The quality of the soul of a human being is almost the same as long as he or she is alive. In order to overcome someone’s soul, it takes a struggle that is close to a life-and-death struggle. Humans are difficult for even evil spirits to shake off, but they consumed nearly tens of thousands of the relatively intact soul power of Helheim? It’s not something a human can do. Even the devil doesn’t do such reckless things. “What are you?”
Frondier kept his mouth shut at Belphegor’s words.
In fact, even he himself felt doubtful.
What he was dealing with was a huge mass of souls condensed together. It may be said that they have been consumed by each other and have somewhat diminished and lost their will, but even so, is it really a very formidable opponent?
But Frontier broke that cohesion. Just grab it with your right hand. And at that time, Frondier was confident that he could win. Without any basis.
“Hoo.”
Belphegor read Frondier’s expression as he was unable to respond. His languid gaze landed on Frontier.
“You still don’t know what you are. gentile.”
“… … .”
“Living in the body of Frontier, imitating him, deceiving everyone around him, he doesn’t even know what he is. “Indeed, is that why it is fake?”
Belphegor stretched out his finger.
In response, Frontier stiffened his stance.
However.
“I do not originally use the power of mortal sin on humans.”
Frondier was momentarily dazed by the helplessness of the fierce attack.
“It’ll be fine for you. What does it mean that I will acknowledge you? Be thankful.”
Frondier lowered both his swords. The hand I was holding was shaking.
Belphegor’s slow voice was distant.
“People are not afraid of sloth.”
Frondier’s hand holding the sword was heavy, so all he could do was raise his eyes and look at Belphegor.
“Because I believe that I will be able to escape at any time by my own will. “It’s funny, they are so afraid of anger, lust, and gluttony, but act as if they can get rid of laziness at any moment.”
While listening to Belphegor’s voice, Frondier tried his best to stand up.
What befell him was not just drowsiness or drowsiness. I felt like I had been thrown into a swamp of helplessness as an existence and worthlessness of being alive.
Even if I stab myself in the heart now, I could die without any pain. What Frontier was feeling right now was close to suicidal thoughts.
‘What kind of power is this? Even my sixth sense didn’t respond.’
A power that I don’t even know where or how it came from. It wasn’t just a matter of being invisible.
“That’s how humans die, Frondier. “I have taken more human lives than any other demon.”
Is this a mortal sin?
“It’s boring. Human death is like that. It’s not war, famine, disease, disaster, etc. “The fact that humans are only interested in such easy-to-understand things at a glance is proof that humans are lazy by design.”
Is this Belphegor, the devil of sloth?
* * *
Selena returned to her house in Mangot and changed her clothes.
Understanding the geography of Mangot to some extent and returning to her home was very simple for her, who was originally an assassin.
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As if there had been no special interference in her house, all her clothes were in good condition. There was no problem with the built-in needle.
‘… … ?’
However, she felt something strange as she could perfectly sense the number of each needle.
The number of needles is different.
It’s not a lack. There is just one more.
‘what?’
But now I didn’t have time to take out all the needles and look at them one by one to see what was wrong. Selena completed the other checks and went outside.
‘To go outside.’
Selena proceeded cautiously, maintaining as much concealment as possible.
‘Yeolgot’, a group of assassins raised by Mangot. The last member, Selena, absorbed all the essence of assassination, stealth, and acting that Mangot had developed so far.
If she decides to hide, there are very few people even within Mangot who can find her.
‘… … ‘That’s it.’
Selena, who was carefully walking inside the cave, stops for a moment.
The people of Mangot gathered in a circle in one place. The constant voices of prayer and singing. A powerful energy of mana.
It is a ritual to hope for the coming of God.
‘Dangerous.’
Selena doesn’t know exactly when God will descend, but she knows that that much accumulated mana is dangerous at a glance.
It was close to intuition, but Advent was not far away. Selena felt it.
The descent of that god must have been the reason why Frondier reached Cape Mande alone. The Spear of Empire flew all the way here to pierce that altar.
However.
‘… … ‘Will I be able to defeat Belphegor?’
Selena bit her lip in worry about Frondier.
We have seen enough of Frondier’s strength, but Belphegor is a demon of the seven deadly sins. Frontier is actually no different from dealing with God.
A devil of that level is no different from being in the position of a god.
‘No, I have no choice but to believe it now.’
Selena shook her head. Even if she were to intervene in their fight now, there wouldn’t be anything she could do.
From the moment she asked Frontier to now, Selena always thinks the same way.
Just doing what she can.
Sigh-
Selena was slowly making her way to the exit.
Near-perfect hiding and a map of Mangot in my head.
With the combination of those two things, there was no problem getting to the exit.
“… … .”
If there is someone standing at the exit you need to go out from, it won’t be an issue of hiding.
“Selena. “Go back.”
As Selena approached, the man waiting at the exit opened his mouth heavily.
Seeing him say her name, Selena shot him a cold look. It was like a gouging look.
“… … “My name.”
Selena comes out of hiding and stands in front of him.
“You knew my name, Hagley.”
Hagley just turns his back and looks at Selena with a loving face, as if he were looking at a child.
“Of course, Selena.”
One of Hagley’s hands extends toward Selena.
As if giving him one last chance, Hagley’s eyes became warm,
“It was I who took you from the family.”
He spat it out as if it were something insignificant, like flowing words.