Blasphemy (2)
So,
It was fine to be so confident and kill him quickly.
Honestly, this guy is quite a difficult opponent.
“What on earth… is that?!”
Uriah looked at Fahwang with eyes filled with fear.
Looking back on past memories, there might be some emotional fear, but the sight unfolding before her now makes reality itself seem distant.
Inside this bunker, not only Fahwang himself is present, but there are also members of other victorious kingdoms continuously being reinforced. However, these guys, Uriah, Lucien, and those who have a bit too much to handle to become my opponents, are not that hard to reach Fahwang himself.
Thanks to that, it hasn’t been long since the battle started, but the number of fatal wounds inflicted on this guy is countless.
Slashed by a sword, exploded by sacred power, head flying from my fist…
However, even so,
He doesn’t die.
The characteristic of being undying is something I’ve seen before from Lana, but compared to someone who is at least momentarily incapacitated, it feels like this guy here doesn’t suffer any real damage at all.
Although his body gets hurt, it feels like nothing is being chipped away, like defeating a scarecrow.
His complete lack of attempting to defend against attacks adds even more to that feeling.
“Why on earth won’t he die…!”
“Oh, my. If we’ve been together for so long, you should start to understand me a little, don’t you think?”
In the middle of Uriah’s words, that voice interrupted.
It sounds like the voice of a kind grandfather figure, but given the situation, it probably doesn’t have a meaning beyond mockery.
“I never engage in fights I can’t win.”
“…”
“That’s usually my line.”
While inwardly smirking, another voice came from beside.
“…If things continue like this, we will never win.”
Lucien said so, clenching his teeth.
Over the voice that revealed impatience, another voice intervened.
“I guess I should express my gratitude.”
Facing us, Fohuang opened his mouth with a sneer.
“To bring the necessary materials for the glorious resurrection directly. There was no need to go far and search.”
Fohuang’s lazy gaze scanned Yuriya and Lucien in turn.
Under his gaze that felt as if a serpent slithered over their bodies, it was evident that they were taken aback.
“…He’s quite formidable.”
Without saying anything in response, I look towards the back.
The fact that this guy won’t die is more of a problem.
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Behind Fohuang, something resembling a huge blister, like a fetus inside a body, squirmed.
It had an appalling appearance, but judging by the abilities it possessed, that monstrosity would be an asset.
“…”
Honestly, if that wakes up properly, even I won’t be able to withstand it.
The power of that monster label, created by the support from the Eunmung realm and this guy’s determination, surpasses the capabilities of even the devil’s authority at level one.
That is Fohuang’s hidden card itself. It’s also why he doesn’t even attempt to actively defend.
“Is it automatically activated until Time Attack?”
Since I can definitely win as time passes just by breathing, I say.
Now.
Even when striking, this guy won’t die.
“…Originally, it wasn’t supposed to be this difficult.”
He wasn’t someone who died easily in the original work either, but it seems that the difficulty has increased significantly, just like me, who doesn’t have an easy way out.
If they had designed the game like this, it must have been a boss setup where users would curse and struggle.
[…Isn’t it meaningless if he’s truly immortal?]
“…Theoretically, yes.”
I say so while observing Fohuang, who calmly endures the attacks.
In fact, even Rana and that guy. There is no such thing as perfect immortality.
From the beginning, Rando continues to die like that until he reaches the threshold, then he really dies. It’s not an infinite regeneration.
Living like that, there must be an energy source that I definitely need, and it’s a matter of depleting it.
However, the guy in front of me feels a little different.
Even though he must have died dozens, if not hundreds of times, there is no sign of the regeneration speed slowing down. Not being able to grasp the principle doubles the seriousness of the situation.
“…”
I close my eyes and organize my thoughts.
Lucien was right; fighting like this has no meaning. It’s literally just draining power.
“-But still.”
There is not a complete lack of speculation on how to proceed.
And to start moving towards that, what I need is singular focus.
“Shall I ask just one thing?”
“Didn’t we agree to communicate with our bodies?”
As soon as I open my mouth, sarcastic remarks come flying at me, but I continue to speak without paying attention.
“You’re the one who keeps talking. If you don’t reciprocate, it’s not a fair exchange.”
When I retort sarcastically, Bophuang’s face twitches slightly.
It’s a clear sign that he doesn’t like the way I remain calm even in a disadvantageous situation.
Perhaps he doesn’t like me very much and wants to see me emotionally shaken in some way.
And what I’m aiming for right now is precisely that kind of temperament.
I calmly continue my words to him.
“You’ve been playing around on a continental scale. I just want to ask you one thing among them.”
“…”
“The Empire. The Tristan Dukedom. Their curse is quite famous. Did you have something to do with that?”
“…”
“The receptacle of the former Grey Demon was undoubtedly Eleanor, right? But who was the one who deliberately arranged the ‘awakening’ of her pieces?”
Recalling it, the fact that the first demon piece attached to Eleanor was undoubtedly because Gideon saw him directly killing his own wife.
I am blatantly asking if this guy is the reason for such an incident.
As for evidence, well, there probably isn’t any.
But I have a strange conviction that arose from my intuition.
If this guy is so despicable, there is a high possibility that he went as far as doing such a thing.
“Ha
The Emperor let out a bitter laugh, unable to believe it.
Was that really a reasonable question to ask right now? Are these words sincere? The complex mixture of emotions is reflected in his face.
In the first place, there is no reason to say such a thing. There’s no reason for it even in the current situation.
There’s not even clear evidence to back up what he just said.
“Sure. It was entertaining,” he said.
But… even though there’s no need to admit it, I couldn’t help but secretly smile inwardly at seeing him admit it with his own mouth. There’s no need to deny it when the situation is such that his victory is assured.
“I mean, the sight of a nobleman killing his wife is quite-“
“Uh-huh. No need to go there.”
He cut off the Emperor’s words as if to stop him from continuing.
Thanks to that…he had just obtained the decisive key to victory.
This guy doesn’t even know what he just did.
And seeing me snickering and cutting him off, the Emperor’s expression once again hardened.
“…You lived. Even though I’m doomed to die soon.”
“Ah, I see.”
“You’ve shown quite a few entertaining scenes, but in the end, aren’t you just a small fry? It’s better to call in reinforcements from the other side and put up a resistance.”
“Well, that’s not the case.”
Interrupting the Emperor’s words, she cut in.
This guy has a pretty big misconception.
“What are you talking about?”
“Well…”
“The reason you came here is because you’re here to clean up the personnel on site, right?”
The Emperor’s expression twisted horribly.
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“How can I win…!”
As she rebounded the flying sword of the Paladin of the Holy Kingdom again, Uriah thought anxiously to herself.
There isn’t any harm being dealt to the opponent. However, if time is bought, she will undoubtedly face defeat.
Even if it’s not an exaggeration to say that the impending death awaits them, considering their capabilities –
“Yuria.”
And amidst such anxious thoughts, suddenly Dawood’s voice intruded.
Turning towards him with a puzzled expression, Yuria noticed that Dawood was gesturing in a friendly manner, as if calling a pet.
“…?”
A familiar gesture.
It was a signal she often used when throwing her somewhere to crush something. A kind of sign.
“But what does that mean…!”
The opponent could recover even from fatal injuries, so what difference would it make if she slightly minced it? Yuria bit her lips while thinking like that.
…
A strange uneasiness was felt.
Her eyes glanced around, searching for the source of such emotions.
And that place, which gave her that feeling, was none other than in between the Paladins she was fighting.
They were all knights clad in armor, and no one could see their appearance.
Among them.
Suddenly.
There was a figure who gave off an unusually eerie feeling.
It seemed like they had seen the stance of holding a sword somewhere before.
As if they had fought before.
…
Her gaze reflexively returned to Dawood.
It was always like that, but this time it seemed like he was aiming for something
She didn’t know what, but she slightly felt confident that it’s related to that man.
If she follows his words, a solution will come. Just like always.
“I’ll give it a try!”
Along with those words, Yuria fastened a leash around her neck.
[…Though she claims to speak resolutely, there doesn’t seem to be any conviction in her appearance. Right?]
‘…If you say you’re resolute, then shouldn’t it be enough?’
Someone inside their mind was having such a conversation.
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