I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist chapter 138

138. Battle of Cairos (5)

My eyes were spinning. Quenore looked down at my chest. Three long scars were drawing blood from the chest. The wound was deep. I could feel the scars left by the toenails deep inside my body. A bloody smell rose as she breathed, and blood gushed out of her mouth. Quenore swallowed her blood instead of spitting it out. The mana-enhanced body was colorless, and the lion’s attack pierced through the body, tearing through the armor as it was.

“Those who challenged me always ended up with that ending. I lived hundreds and thousands more years, but time only made me stronger.”

The lion’s words rang in my ears. Quenore inhaled and exhaled through his nose as he struggled amidst the tinnitus and noise and lion’s talk. He couldn’t open his mouth because his blood was still flowing. Quenore thrust his sword into the ground and leaned against him, raising his weight.

Can’t feel the air.

The only thing Quenor could feel was himself. His sense of accepting external stimuli was faint. The vision is blurry and the sound is muffled. His sense of smell is numb with the smell of blood, and his limbs are numb. The spilled blood was able to forcibly draw out mana and replenish it so that it would not be lost further, but there was no way to do anything about the blood that had already disappeared. Ping Do had to grab his hair.

“Haa….”

I’m used to shedding blood. I am used to getting hurt deeply. Quenore was always at the forefront when attacking, and always last when retreating. In battle, the soldiers saw his face only at the beginning of the battle and after it was over. So, he could have been wounded and fought.

“Humans always act as if they are different from other creatures. Seeing how he struggles even after being injured like that, he is no different from any other offspring.”

The lion sneered. It was always a good entertainment to see people go mad. Even if life and death go back and forth and stab him in the neck hundreds of times, humans do not stop changing his joys and sorrows accordingly. When he thinks he’s almost won, when his hopes are at their peak, what he looks like after he realizes that all else is the floor, not the sky! The lion opened and closed his jaws and snorted at him.

“You pitiful beings who are mortal but always seek immortality.”

The lion despised and pitied such humans. The lion lowered his head slightly and looked into the eyes of the fallen Quenor. Humans who were near death showed one of two reactions. Fear, or some desperate desire. The human named Quenore was the latter.

“You think you can gain immortality by dying. I tried to ignore the fact that it was a false hope, and covered my eyes. Aren’t you pathetic about yourself?”

Dignity dwelled in the lion’s voice. It was the dignity of someone who stood at the pinnacle of the battlefield. The glory of the past has been revived. The lion took a deep breath. The smell of death was thick. The smell that the dead started to give off piled up and piled up to form a delta. The lion stood at the estuary through which they led one road, ravenously feasting on death. Heroes die too. Humans still didn’t know him very well.

“Do you feel astonished? Do you feel the fear?”

The human soldiers are trembling. The lion was willing to tremble. Fear and anger. However, anger was minimal. The humans who tried to attack the lion with their spears raised and shouted were attacked by other monsters and fell before they even reached his feet.

“This is human. Even if you struggle, even if you struggle to escape, that is your destiny.”

Quenor raised his head. His magic power was still there. It wasn’t even that his limbs fell off. The lion gave off a presence similar to that of a giant, but it was by no means like a giant. Have you lost your will to fight? Quenore questioned himself.

No.

Even if your limbs fall off one by one, even if your mana runs out, you can still fight. Quenore concluded and widened his eyes. That lion won’t bite his neck until he’s completely crushed. So, he had to fight until he was broken. I had to imprint that my death would soon be broken.

“You are foolish.”

At the lion’s words, Quenore responded by raising his sword again. His pain didn’t just stay in his chest. The sharp slash left by the lion’s claws emanated from his chest and sent tearing pain to every extremity of his body. The feeling of his hand gripping the hilt of his sword is dull. The legs that took a step forward were unnecessarily heavy.

“My attacks do not stop at the status quo. You know it from the pain spreading through your body.”

Not only swinging the sword, but even breathing is restricted. Even more so, the beating of the mana that had to be drawn out along with breathing was even more painful. The feeling of a needle passing through a blood vessel. Quenore’s eyes were bloodshot. The body no longer belonged to him, but to pain.

“If you still want to fight, I will gladly fight for you.”

Move the non-moving foot. I lifted my inaudible arm. Quenor did so again, running toward the hero-slayer.

Bang-!!

Cutting through the sound, the sword fell like a thunderbolt. It was unbelievable that it was the movement of a person whose body was spreading pain. On the contrary, at the movement that became faster than before the injury, the lion’s eyes flashed with light and its mouth opened. Greedy teeth glisten with hungry saliva.

“Yes! Have to hit more Thinking that it’s not your time to die yet, you should constantly challenge me. That way, I’ll subdue you, and the rewards of ending your life will increase.”

The lion’s voice rang as loud as a roar.

“Come. And let it give you the greatest despair.”

Again, left upper arm. Quenore’s sword was aiming for the same spot for the third time, and the speed of the sword swinging each time was getting faster. This time he twisted to the right and deflected the attack. Then, he swung his forepaw at Quenore’s head again. Quenore evaded the lion’s attack with a precarious move.

“Did you decide that you couldn’t do it through defense?”

As he said, Quenore threw away his defenses and only spurred on his attacks like a ferocious gale. It was never a wrong choice. With my current body, which has become a rag, I will enter a defensive posture, but if I fail to properly defend myself, I will be beaten and played with until I am about to die.

“I could say it was a wise decision, but….”

Before Quenore’s sword was raised to the sword, the lion’s movement intervened. Unjust sword strikes cannot be recovered. Quenore’s body, which had been hit, floated and flew away.

“If that sword doesn’t reach you, what’s the use of all this?”

Can’t land properly, Quenore’s body collapsed. He got down on one knee and held his sword for support. The lion waited for Quenore to raise his body again. He doesn’t have much time left A few strikes and another hero will fall at his feet.

“Will you answer me, hero of the present age?”

My stomach is shaking. The pain is getting clearer. Bleeding doesn’t stop Quenore let out a heavy breath and let his sword hang down. How to win. A way for humans to kill and overcome immortal beings. Quenore straightened the hilt of his sword and gripped it. A sword that a warrior would have wielded one day. What was Illroy’s will to overthrow immortality at that time? With what certainty Would he have jumped single-handedly toward that gigantic immortality and destruction?

“Illroy, tell me.”

Quenore said to himself. A way to get the sword to reach where it can’t. How humans can kill God.

“How could you become hope? What kind of light did you see in despair?”

The repeated voice raised the sword. The lion raised its front paw. Sight. The sky covered the lion’s paws. The sky moves The space was distorted, and a shock came. Did he let the shock go away, or did he lose his senses because he was preoccupied with other thoughts? Thrown to the floor, Quenor’s breathing did not become disturbed.

I am. What can we do when we have to face death?

Quenor moved. The result of forced movement was sluggish movement. The lion seemed to be funny, and he looked at the approaching Quenor without doing anything. Stump. A sword without any strength or will. To the lion, it was more harmless than a blowing breeze.

Suck.

Quenore raised his sword, and a faint clip formed on the blade of the sword. The lion gazed at the tip of the sword in silence. Bondi is a leather that cannot be infringed on any day. A sword with only a weak aura could break it upside down.

Hung.

And then, the lion’s golden eyes shook as he watched the falling sword. Power went into the lion’s front and hind legs, and instinct moved the lion. That shouldn’t be right. The lion’s instinct was telling the lion that. The lines were dancing in front of my eyes.

Death.

The word suddenly passed through the immortal lion’s head. The lion kicked the ground with all fours and jumped backwards. And, like Quenore’s sword, it fell slowly but surely on the spot where the lion had jumped.

Took.

The movement of the weak arm dropped the sword to the ground. There was no change whatsoever. The space didn’t shake. The air continued to flow, and the ground was not destroyed or air waves released. That was what made this attack more lethal than anything else. All the lion could feel from that blow was obvious death.

“It’s not like you’ve lived motionless like an insect for thousands of years for no reason.”

Cold sweat ran down his mane. A cool chill hit. The lion was defining the emotions and sensations he felt for the first time as fear. Fear? Myself?

“Because I capture my death more clearly than anything else.”

It’s weak. The scars drawn over the wounds are still taking away the lives of the enemies every moment. It would be that human being who is getting close to death, not you!

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“You are bluffing. A dying piece of meat.”

The lion had to deny his feelings and thoughts. The moment you acknowledge him, immortality is defeated. Because immortality is intact, it is sensitive to change and is bound to be disturbed. Especially if it’s a change that touches immortality. Mythology is shaken and the rank is cut. Possibility of not being immortal. In other words, from the moment the possibility of death is acknowledged, this fight turns into a human mud fight. It becomes an equal fight in which you have to sacrifice your life to save it.

And in a fight to the death, an immortal can never defeat a mortal.

“There is no safety line anymore, Lion.”

The sentence fell from Quenore’s mouth. There is no spoilage. He doesn’t even have a line drawn. Both of them are now placed on a single path of life, not a dead line. We have to cut and cut each other’s paths and tell them to fall off the cliff.

“Risk your life.”

“… Cheeky!”

The lion roared and charged. Quenore looked at the charging lion. The lion’s eyes were no longer the eyes of prey. Equal targets, enemies to fight. Or the eyes that stare at a clear threat directed at oneself. That fact made Quenore’s sword more calm.

“I’ll shut that mouth!”

The lion did not force himself to dodge the sword. Either way, Quenore only drew his sword.

Blood gushed out.

It wasn’t Quenore’s.

The lion’s face was stained with astonishment, followed by a contortion of pain. The blade’s impenetrable leather was pierced by the sword. A terrible roar broke through the lion’s throat.

“Your scream is ugly, Lion.”

Quenore turned to face the lion.

“Stand up.”

The lion lost the man’s speech. The flowing blood is the falling deity. The lion, who had degenerated into nothing more than a large, powerful monster, roared and charged at Quenore again.

Again, left upper arm.

Quenore’s sword was not blocked. One of the lion’s paws was cut off.

Again, and again.

The lion’s blood soaked the ground like a shower. The lion smelled death approaching from above with Quenore’s sword. The smell I felt belonged to someone else was wafting from my severed body.

“Their… , resurrection….”

Before the lion could finish his words, Quenore’s sword cut the lion’s throat. Quenore looked at Shinhwa’s collapsing body, then turned his back. The battle is not over. Yet he was needed on the battlefield.

“Duke!!”

The monsters are coming. Quenore raised his sword. Yet, the sea of monsters has not disappeared. Soldiers were dying.

And there was still no sign of the hero coming.