114. The last hit is mine
It felt good after applying it.
It would be more surprising if a monster with dozens of eyes had no sense. Vargo stood up when he saw the two of them drawing their weapons.
“What happened?”
However, what came to mind in the innocent giant’s eyes was not hostility, but only a little wariness. The human intelligence implanted through the stigma silenced the monster’s instincts.
Even after a long time has passed, the memories of being controlled by small people still bind Virgo’s body. As a child, the time when Vargo, who had not yet possessed intelligence, was confined to a facility.
Even for a baby Argos, the strength of a giant is enough to tear a human in half. Naturally, the followers of the Dark Church who managed Vargo always faced Vargo with heavy arms.
Pu-wook!
“What… Everything…?”
So, even when Vargo saw the two men approaching with weapons, he did not think that they would attack him.
“Ah… Hot, cold…! Ah ah ah ah ah-!”
The lightsaber Elseria and the moon’s frost spear intersected and pierced the giant’s body.
Even hard skin was helpless in front of the attacks of the real strong. However, at the same time, they were human and Vargo was a giant, so they lacked the depth to do lethal damage.
The heart lies deeper than the human body. Thanks to that, Vargo survived, but he had to taste the pain of the blade cutting through his flesh and the spear freezing his intestines.
“Gaaa! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts…”
Compared to his racially born mighty power, his combat experience was meager. Vargo rolled his feet like a child without even thinking about avoiding the enemy’s attack, and Whiren lightly twisted his wrist.
A blade of light hacked through the ivory skin. Naturally, that trajectory also cut dozens of eyes on Virgo’s body.
“Ah!”
And the moment the blade of light slashed through one of Virgo’s eyes, a beam of focused destructive light shot through the severed and tattered optic nerves.
This was a conditioned reflex reaction that occurred in the body, regardless of Vargo’s will. It was an unexpected surprise to Whiren, who claims to be a prophet but does not normally use the power of foresight.
“Kuk!”
“Sir Firen!”
Even after being hit with a flash of light that would have blown his head off if it was a decent person, Fieren only staggered for a while and was fine. The protection that Whiren was wearing saved his life.
If the royal family of the empire died in this place, a catastrophe occurred. The Bishop of the Moon ran towards the staggering Whiren involuntarily, and in the meantime Vargo finally got his freedom.
“Little people. Except for the small and big ones, everyone was like that.”
An ice spear that had grown terrifyingly pierced his thigh, but it was easily pulled out as Vargo cried out and applied force. Vargo threw the ice spear in his hand.
In the face of the threat of life, the nature of the monster was waking up little by little. The one eye that had been ripped out by the white little man showed no sign of recovery, but the other eye was still able to do its job.
“Everybody- bully- me-!”
With a howl, dozens of eyes opened at the same time and vomited mad light.
Because it was originally made with his own power, the Moon Bishop was able to retrieve the ice spear thrown by Virgo without difficulty. However, the attack after that was unreasonable.
The rays pouring out of Vargo’s body were diffusely reflected in all directions and bent towards the two humans. In the face of the bombardment, Whiren, who had taken control of herself, quickly opened the curtain of light.
“Kuhup!”
Elseria swings at a great speed, and the hemisphere-shaped curtain that protects Whiren and the Moon Bishop at the same time catches the rays. The properties of both are the same light. Can’t do damage properly.
However, Whiren stumbled after receiving the attack. Even if he was a strong man with a fairly high reputation among humans, he had no choice but to be inferior to a real monster.
However, great power does not always promise victory.
“Queok?”
“I can’t hold on for long. Hurry!”
The ray bombardment stopped, and Vargo, who was about to move to punish the bad little man who was harassing him, belatedly realized that he was stranded.
As if proving his senility, while Whiren blocked the ray bombardment, the Bishop of the Moon used his divine power to freeze Vargo’s feet. Hard enough so that no matter how hard the giant tries, it won’t break.
Firen instinctively realized that this was a golden opportunity. He immediately withdrew the curtain of light, and once again thrust his dazzling blade at the monster.
“aaa!”
Vargo floundered like a child and waved his arms, but a simple quick attack could not catch the high level swordsman’s steps.
The imitation stigmata that sensed the host’s danger spewed out darkness. It seemed to be trying to protect its master in its own way, but the blade made of light was as fast as light.
One beat faster, as if the blade of the lightsaber cut the giant’s throat.
[Yes, that’s it.]
In the next moment, a specter popped out between the giant’s neck and the blade of light. If it was a normal weapon, it would have penetrated the specter and cut Virgo, but Elseria’s characteristic became poison this time.
The opposing forces of light and darkness clashed and rebelled. Whiren gritted his teeth and added strength, but the blade eventually stopped cutting the specter in half. Without reaching Vargo.
Soon, the disaster they didn’t expect came.
*
[It was almost a big deal.]
Bastards with no real morals. How do you aim for that short gap when you are away and try to hit the last hit?
We packed the remaining books and put them in the subspace, and as we were escaping the underground passage, we felt signs of a fight. At the same time, Cream immediately started running.
Thanks to that, I wasn’t late. The moment Firen was about to cut Vargo’s head, I quickly inserted the specter into the trajectory of his sword.
[aaah!]
Only I could hear Elseria’s screams. Yes, that guy I was particularly weak against ghosts. The powerful lightsaber stopped midway without being able to cut down even one specter at most.
Vargo blinked with a stupid face as if he hadn’t grasped the situation. Yeah, he won’t die. At least for those scoundrels.
[What is this?]
Now that I have absolute power on my back, I can’t see anything with my eyes. As I growled fiercely, the Bishop of the Moon made a puzzled expression.
“As you can see, we are cleaning up the monsters…”
[Then why are you doing it your way!]
My experience! Of course, this world is not a game, but at least for me, hitting the last hit is quite meaningful. In the case of a target killed directly, more souls can be absorbed.
In addition, souls are highly volatile, so if you don’t absorb them immediately after killing them, it’s hard to get half of them. If Vargo lost his life at their hands, I don’t even want to imagine the terrible case.
[First of all, the cream, heal him.]
Bleeding from all over the body and part of the body tissue froze to death, no matter how Argos was, the condition looked quite serious.
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Because of his huge body, it took a considerable amount of time to recover from injuries sustained in various places. While Cream was busy, I turned my gaze to the two fellows.
[I’m sure we told you to wait before leaving. Should I teach the word ‘wait’ anew to nobles who are not bastards and are old enough?]
As I poured out unimaginable verbal abuse, the Bishop of the Moon opened his mouth wide. Soon, his face turned red like an active volcano about to explode.
“Sorry.”
However, before he burst into anger, Whiren, who was standing behind, forcibly pressed the Bishop of the Moon on the head. At the strong hand, the Bishop of the Moon groaned and involuntarily lowered his head.
Naturally, the two of them took the form of apologizing to Cream. Of course, Cream was busy healing Vargo, so he wasn’t even paying attention to it.
“Ugh, muse, sh*t…”
“I’ll explain everything later.”
The Bishop of the Moon, suppressed by Whiren’s hand, let out a funny groan from his mouth. It’s fun to watch these two skits, but after all, I’ll take care of the truth here.
It was an opportunity to taste the soul of a strong man by asking the hero to harvest the harvest if either one of them attacked. After all, it is because of the background that we play first.
Above all, there is a strong possibility that Cream will not grant such a request.
[Bare mouth?]
For now, it’s better to take advantage of something else. I quietly watched Whiren’s hand, which was still holding the Bishop of the Moon with his head bowed.
I don’t know if it’s the dignity of an aristocrat or not, but Fieren always wore white gloves. The only time he takes off those gloves is when he takes out his favorite bottle, lightsaber Elseria.
However, being sensitive to the power of light, I was able to recognize the pattern drawn on the back of Whiren’s hand even through the glove. The hatred has faded over the years, but the presence of an annoying nemesis is still there.
The time has come to put an end to this damn bad relationship.