I Became a Blind Swordsman at the Academy chapter 340

340. Even if a warrior does not have a holy sword

Lycan Slope, in ‘beast form’, becomes even larger as his muscles swell dramatically.

Lycanslopes, who are born with bodies far superior to those of ordinary humans, become several times stronger, so it goes without saying how powerful they are.

A monster reminiscent of the word ‘overwhelming’ is truly born.

“Hey, can you hear me?”

“Krrr…”

Ray spoke to the monster.

The beast with the silver mane seemed unable to hear Ray’s voice and was busy tearing into pieces a piece of meat that could no longer be described as a corpse.

Drakkyr, a faceless assassin who is said to accompany even the highest-ranking demons.

Rei also often met Drakkyr in her previous life, that is, when she was the warrior Leon, so she knew better than anyone else what characteristics they had.

The scene where the six Drakkyr showed their tenacity to stop that one beast even though their limbs were cut off and their abdomen was torn and the organs inside were leaking out was very impressive.

The result was indicated by the number of daggers inserted into the beast’s body.

Volk, who went berserk at the same time as becoming a beast, completely lost his senses and mercilessly massacred Drakkir as if he could not even feel the pain.

“It doesn’t hurt…”

Fortunately, the dagger didn’t seem to have penetrated too deeply, so Ray, who assumed it wasn’t a fatal wound, muttered softly.

“Krrr…”

Hearing that muttering, Chan Volk suddenly turns his head and glares at Ray, who was there.

“He didn’t even listen when I called.”

Ray pouts and grumbles.

Was it really an illusion that I felt a sense of ease in the movements of a delicate girl in front of a ferocious beast?

***

“…”

Misty, who had suddenly regained her energy, raised her body from the bed and quietly looked out the window.

Jeppeti, who was watching Misty from afar, was next to her and put her face into my ear and she whispered softly.

“Zeto, what if? What if the hero can’t stop Volk’s rampage?”

“I hope she doesn’t get hurt too much. If she loses her temper, it will be difficult to identify her ally. I’m not sure if she even considers Ray an ally in the first place.”

“Then shouldn’t you go now?”

“There’s no need for that. You’re a hero.”

“But I still can’t handle the holy sword properly.”

“Jepeti, shall I tell you something interesting?”

“…What is it?”

She asked with an expressionless face, as if she didn’t think my petty would be fun at all.

“A hero. He is strong even without a holy sword.”

“You’re definitely not weak, but I heard that if Lycan Slope goes berserk, you’ll become several times stronger. If that happens, I think it’ll be hard to ignore Volk’s skills.”

“Trust me.”

I patted Petty on the shoulder and told her not to worry, along with her short answer.

You can trust it.

That’s because I saw the hero’s fist in person.

With the success of Misty’s treatment, the saint’s progress increased, and he was finally able to look into some of his memories.

***

“Wow!!!!!”

ㅡTwo bang!!!

An explosion echoes through the forest along with the screams of a man. As the ground shakes, the birds in the forest feel threatened and fly into the sky.

“…Ugh.”

A huge stone raises its fist above a man who fell on the ground after getting caught on a stone.

The shape of a hideous beast with wings.

Despite being a stone statue, it was a living and moving beast, commonly known as a ‘gargoyle’.

“Lord, as long as you don’t die, it’s okay…? All you have to do is get hit once and quickly apply divine power before you die. Why didn’t I think of this? Right, Mr. Cahern?”

The man who was looking at the gargoyle’s large fist smiled brightly as he looked for the coachman named Cahern, but the coachman had already run away, so he could not be seen anywhere in the forest.

“…Oh, you went first. hahahaha, you probably went to get your horse, right? I’ll follow soon. It’s not long until we reach our destination.”

The man smiled positively and muttered to himself, but there was no way he knew he had been abandoned.

“……”

Soon the gargoyle, who was quietly glaring at him, raises his arm.

Immediately, a shadow appeared over the man’s entire body, and he, still lying on the floor, swallowed his saliva.

At that moment, someone talks to me next to me.

“There, black hair. Shall I help you?”

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“…Huh? How long have you been there…?”

There was a woman there with blonde hair and red eyes.

“Since last night…?”

“Ah…”

The man looked at the woman, who was sitting on a rock with her arms crossed, wearing a stylish red cloak, and then quickly rolled her head.

He seemed to be a wizard since he had no weapons, but gargoyles were not good at magic, so they were also called the natural enemies of wizards.

“Then, can you at least call some nearby mercenaries…? I’ll do my best to hold out here.”

“There is no need. I am enough on my own.”

A woman who lightly ignored the request of a man who thought there was no need for the two of them to die stands up from her seat.

At the same time, the gargoyle’s fist strikes at high speed.

“……”

The man closed his eyes tightly, but immediately opened them at the sound of rocks breaking.

ㅡKwaaang!!!!!

The blonde woman suddenly rose in the air and crushed the gargoyle’s head.

The man’s pupils widen at the unbelievable sight.

There was no weapon in her hand.

He destroyed the sturdy gargoyle with just one bare fist.

Then, the woman, who landed lightly, shakes her hands and approaches the man.

“You must be that black-haired saint, right?”

“How do you do that…”

She then bends down and looks down at him with her mischievous eyes.

“That’s because I was waiting for a saint. I am a hero. My name is Hero Ray.”

“Someone said you were a warrior…? My name is Mikhail. I’m still lacking a lot, but for now, I’m being called a saint.”

Saint Michael and warrior Ray briefly introduced each other. Mikhail stands up with Ray’s support.

Ray, who was looking at Mikhail while he was shaking the dust with a sigh of relief, suddenly had a question for him and opened his mouth.

“But why were you being chased by gargoyles? Gargoyles are weak to divine power.”

Mikhail scratches his head as if her question pricked him in a sore spot.

“Well… The attack magic couldn’t even be cast no matter what I tried.”

“Ah…?”

“It’s just been like that since long ago. Maybe it’s not an innate problem…”

That was the first meeting between a warrior and a saint.

***

As I was waiting for Ray and Volk to return, I was lost in thought, recalling the memories that had flowed into my mind earlier.

‘Maybe it wasn’t a coincidence that this hero was named Ray.’

There were mysteries solved, but questions still existed.

Bernice was once asked if there was a black-haired saint at the time when the Phoenix Festival was being celebrated in the East.

‘Is there a black-haired saint or a saint who appeared from the East? No. I don’t remember ever hearing of such a saint. ‘Are you kidding?’

Others may not know, but Bernice could not have lied, so the dark-haired saint named Michael had to be seen as a person from the distant past with no records left.

Unlike the warriors who existed for hundreds of years, saints and saints would have continued to appear.

Well, we don’t know if he came from the East, but it is clear that he was a black-haired saint.

It was a bit disappointing that the ability I got as a bonus along with the memories was not divine power, but it wasn’t that bad because I felt like I got some pretty meaningful information.

The ability I gained was a skill worthy of a saint, or it was called ‘God’s Revelation’.

It may be natural, but it is a skill that did not exist in the game.

‘It’s closer to a messenger than a revelation…’

As a result, a new window that looked like a messenger appeared on one side of the status window.

Someone kept talking to me in the chat room there.

[ You have finally achieved ‘revelation’. Congratulations! You were very surprised, right? ]

[ This is a feature I personally requested from Loki. I didn’t know it would be this late. Was it difficult to increase the saint’s progress? ]

[ Hey, why isn’t there an answer? ]

[You are reading. ]

[When Loki sees a check mark, he is reading. ]

[ Could you please give me an answer? ]

[Answer…]

I kept silent because I didn’t know how to reply, but he persistently sent me messages.

The person sending the message was none other than ‘Heneris.’

It refers to Heneris, the god.

I don’t know what the blank white background profile picture means, but since the name above it has the letters ‘Heneris’ written on it, it’s probably her.

Seeing as it was a personal request, it appears that Loki added it when upgrading the status window.

Usually, you learn how to use skills naturally right after you learn them, but this time it might not be because it was a skill that Loki forced into you.

In reality, Mikhail would not have communicated with Heneris in this way.

‘I can’t even see the keypad… It’s not even voice recognition…’

Anyway, I have no way to reply right now, so I decided to put it aside for a while.

[Are you angry…? ]

[ …I will admit it. ]

[ It’s a useless feature. ]

As I was reading Heneris’s hesitations in the chat room, I was struck by familiar signs.

Not long after, we heard the sound of the door opening, and Gepeti and I walked to the front door to greet them.

“…This body has arrived!”

Ray opens his arms and runs straight into my arms. Behind her was a bundle larger than her body, and a pleasant smell was coming out of it.

“You told me everything, right?”

“It reminded me of the time when we used to rob dungeons.”

Ray brought a lot of gold coins as requested.

Shanova is a middleman in the back world, so I thought there would be a lot of corners to rob.

“Woohahahaha!!”

She was frantically lifting and putting down the heavy bundle, and then she remembered the Volk she had missed.

“Ah, Volk…”

“……”

Volk, who was wearing a large robe whose clothes were torn, was covering his swollen mouth.

“…I think I need treatment.”

“Thank you for your hard work. First of all, Miss Misty…”

I led him to the room where Misty was.

“Volk…? Volkni…?”

Misty turns her head and spots Volk and immediately starts crying.

“……”

I quietly closed the door, leaving the two who looked like they would burst into tears if I touched them.