Blasphemy of the Sacred (4)
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The action called “Benda” is actually very simple when explained in words.
A strike utilizing lines. Divide what is on the trajectory equally.
The skill of a swordsman is a matter of how far it can be pushed to the limit.
When measured by that standard.
Gideon’s blow may be insulting to someone like Sword Saint outside, but it was undoubtedly worthy of the title of a sword’s saint.
-…
-…!!
Everything hanging between points gets torn apart.
Attacks from humans who have reached the position of a saint have already reached a conceptual realm of power, but still, this is dizzying.
Baek Hwang hastily grasps his staff and generates sacred power, appearing desperate.
A tremendous sacred power, reminiscent of a surging tidal wave, soon forms the shield of the Golden Form.
Declaration of Sanctuary. It is a priest skill that ranks at the highest level among the skills usable in the game. As a skill placed in such a position, its power is simple.
Invincible for a certain period of time. It blocks everything.
Physical, magical, sacred, regardless of the attribute, it blocks everything—a cheat skill that deflects anything.
As if that wasn’t enough, other practitioners nearby throw their bodies to serve as human shields.
Of course, each and every one of these guys are the ones handpicked by Beophwang, so they are skilled enough to handle themselves on their own. They may not be as powerful as Beophwang, but there are quite a few fairly strong sacred shields that emerge in the front lines.
And those things…
-…!
They are all torn apart by the swift attacks.
Smoothly. As if there was no resistance at all.
“-Crazy.”
Even from my perspective, it’s a power that can make cold sweat drip down.
This… isn’t a joke, right? Even if it hits me, I’ll die?
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Elnoir has demonstrated swordsmanship that can manipulate pure physical prowess multiple times before, but it relied on his own body’s abilities.
On the other hand, Gideon is fundamentally an ordinary human.
Of course, being the current head of a famous martial arts school, he probably had various ways to enhance his own body, but he is a human who never had any involvement with beings outside the norm like demons.
However…
The fact that he can pull off such attacks by honing his skills to the extreme…
“…”
It’s truly astonishing.
To the point where I can’t even speculate what kind of effort he put in to reach this point.
“…Wow.”
Yuria lets out a faint exclamation.
Even for someone who utilizes the attributes of the White Devil to their fullest extent, this kind of swordsmanship is something she’s witnessing for the first time in her life.
Leaving behind visible traces that cut through everything in its path, soaring past both buildings and Beophwang, its aftermath stretches as far as the eye can see, enough to leave one’s tongue hanging out in disbelief.
-…
And as that attack grazes through the bunker, a heavy silence descends.
Even though the fully committed servants of Beophwang were expected to be like this, this time even Beophwang’s trusted followers were lying silently on the floor.
“Did… he defeat them all?”
As the Holy Maiden says that, I panicked and smacked Lucien on the back of his head.
“…”
With a dumbfounded expression in his eyes and tears welling up, Lucien turns to look at me. It was an incredibly pitiful sight.
But it was already too late.
-…
A bright light emanates from both sides of the severed body of Vehwang. And at the same time, the embryo that was ‘cultivated’ in the back began to wriggle.
Then, a light of the same form as the one coming from Vehwang’s body also emerges from this body.
As if resonating with Vehwang’s dead body, the light from the embryo and the light from the severed torso intertwine confusedly.
Looking at that sight, an irritated cry bursts out.
“…Someone must think I’m a saint and memorize resurrection spells!”
“What on earth are you talking about?!”
That’s what!
[…But for someone who supposedly resurrected, they don’t seem particularly surprised.]
“In fact, I didn’t think I could send them away so easily.”
I did consider that it would be a bit awkward if we went straight there.
In the game, she’s originally the boss of the 5th phase. The closest one to the final boss.
But I’ve never seen this pattern of combining with the embryo before.
[…And yet you attack the saint from behind?]
“We’ll settle the small stuff later!”
Blocking out the regional broadcast, I gaze at the scene before my eyes.
Completely transformed into a particle of light, Vehwang’s body slowly flows into the embryo.
-…
Eventually.
-…!
As if fueled by that, the embryo begins to squirm and move.
It didn’t take long for it to break out of the ‘mold’ it was cultivating in.
-!!
As I watch the scream that seems like the ears will tear from the embryo, my impression involuntarily contorts in heated disgust.
What should I call that?
A wretched mess would be the most fitting expression.
It’s like the shape of a newborn baby.
If not for the layers of flabby flesh and limbs that haven’t fully formed, and the bulky chunks hanging all over the body, I could call it that.
Calling this a sacred body is so absurd, it’s an atrocious mockery.
[This body… will never die-!]
“… Ugh …”
Lucien’s tightly closed mouth is visible as she struggles to hold back her nausea. Uriah also looks at her with a pale, disgusted face.
Perhaps, if it had gone according to the original plan of the Emperor, Uriah and Lucien would have been used as a power source for ‘that’. They would have inevitably felt disgust along with their instinctive abhorrence.
So.
“Lady Saint. Do you remember the promise we made before?”
I must encourage them a little with deception.
“… What suddenly in this situation …?”
Lucien responded in a bewildered voice, but there seemed to be no opportunity to speak except now.
“I promised to free you from the Emperor’s grasp and allow you to live as a human being. Didn’t I give you that promise at first?”
“…”
“I will keep that promise. It’s your turn to take it directly into your hand.”
Saying so, he clears his throat.
“Looks like you’re being a little vague to be cool.”
“I prefer to retaliate myself. But I admit it’s a little vague.”
They say that dealing with people always involves praise and reward.
So let’s offer an appropriate reward here.
“After defeating this guy safely, I promise twice.”
“…”
“You can either have Uriah, or two children yourself.”
“…What?”
“In addition, we’ll have to discuss with other people about having more children.”
Lucien and Uriah look at me with contemptuous eyes as if they couldn’t hear me.
“…Why did I fall in love with such a human.”
“I don’t have a solution either, sister.”
Hmm.
I heard something chewing on me, but I let it go.
It seems that the tension is much less than before, so isn’t this enough?
“I will never die …!”
“We should experiment that once.”
Setting the clock.
I distinctly remember telling Boget to eat before coming to catch me, saying he would kill me before finishing his food. To adhere to such words…
“I need a 5 minute cut.”
Strategy for catching BoHwang, Phase 2.
Start killing within 300 seconds.
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“So.”
Elijah said, sweating profusely all over his body.
Although he never fought before, merely restraining Elnore, as instructed by Dowd, was a tremendous effort.
It took all his might to keep Elnore’s waist tight and calm.
“The teacher told us to wait, damn it…!”
“Just wait, just a little while longer. Okay? I’m not going to cause an accident.”
“It looks like you’re about to have one…!”
Who would believe that he’d go out scouting with a demon-possessed face?
“Just stay still, we don’t know how the enemy is going to attack! The teacher hasn’t even given orders yet. You’ll just cause trouble for no reason if you run around wildly like that.”
Elijah’s sentence was abruptly cut off.
He probably sensed another “energy” nearby.
One similar to what she was handling.
“-Hup!”
He twisted his body and let it roll to the side, still wrapping his arms tightly around Elnore’s waist.
At the same time, the sword they had just sat on swung past them.
It was an attacking move that confined them, but the ‘gentleness’ inside made Elijah gasp for breath.
“-Hm.”
And.
The person who executed such an attack suddenly launched himself without warning- sangakja- stroked the sword he had just swung.
“As expected of me. Even if I rot, I am Jun Chi. Avoided that?”
“…”
Elijah opens his eyes and looks at him.
“…Didn’t the teacher mention that this side could also move first?”
Something is turning strange.
Even Eleanor, who was causing a fuss just a moment ago, seemed to calm down upon seeing the other person.
At least this person is not foolish enough to cause a scene even when faced with an enemy.
“…Student council president.”
“Yes.”
“…I really don’t want to say this, but can we cooperate for a moment?”
“I really don’t want to agree.”
Eleanor replied brusquely.
“Let’s try to get along this time.”
As soon as they heard that response,
Sengakja’s face broke into a strange smile.