118. Eli Eli Lama Sabakdani
I guess I’m out of luck. Or my master, Cream, is out of luck.
If it weren’t for that, there wouldn’t be a separate dungeon everywhere…! Immediately after moving to the subspace of the dungeon, I let out a sigh as I looked at the tails of my colleagues who had fallen with me.
Like the Dark Church’s stronghold we fell into last time, this was also the most vicious type of dungeon. The moment you enter the interior, the party members scatter from each other.
[······There is no real answer to this.]
[Will the hero be okay?!]
I looked at the holy sword making a fuss, then turned my gaze to muffin, who said nothing. Yes. Our party split into threes and twos.
But, no matter how you think about it, I wonder if that party is me, the holy sword, and the muffin. Maybe somewhere else there will be cream and chocolate together.
Of course, that side is so strong that there is no need to worry, but the problem is us.
[Because now is not the time to worry about others?]
Now I have to confess the shocking fact that we are actually swords. Not just one or two, but all three here! Of course, we can’t do anything without someone to listen.
[Wait, you. Isn’t it possible to use physical force by manipulating the specter?]
[Hey, the Holy Sword says that. Didn’t he hate using the power of the soul?]
[······It’s for the sake of the hero.]
Is he saying that when he knows that the specter I use is consumable? Anyway, that other world is amazing. But apart from her hypocrisy, the opinion was quite useful.
I immediately pulled out a specter. It is difficult to control the ghosts that have come out of my consciousness, but if there are one or two, it is possible to subdue them with my will.
The specter that was released clumsily outside soon took the shape of a hand according to my will. The black hand that was floating in the air soon grabbed the handle of the sword.
[No, why me!]
[Kiyaaagh!]
And then, it was burnt away by the infinite divine power emitted by the holy sword. Well, extinction doesn’t sound very good, so let’s say he made it to Buddhahood.
[Are you crazy? Me and Muffin are obviously in conflict with the specter, but we have to move you!]
[Hey, if you could move me with a specter, would I need a master?]
I replied in a pitiful tone to the holy sword who kept arguing. No, if I can move myself by manipulating the specter, I won’t hang on to my master like that.
[Now, look.]
I summoned the specter once again. Then, the specter came again to pick me up. Cream’s seal is still valid, so if the ghost catches it, that alone will cause a catastrophe.
However, before I even reached the seal, the specter that approached me at a certain distance screamed and was sucked into me. No matter how many times, without exception.
[I’m sorry, but my power to control my soul has become stronger… In the past, you would have been able to touch me for a moment, but now, if you come a little closer like this, you will be absorbed.]
[······You, you are really useless.]
Wow, I never thought I would hear such words from the holy sword, not from anyone else. But sadly, now I couldn’t deny that. Because neither of us can move.
[Wait, muffins have the ability to teleport!]
[Oh? Muffins, muffins!]
In a different world where even a high elf could move through space only by using the World Tree as a catalyst, she was the only divine instrument capable of moving through space without any catalyst.
It is said that wizards and shamans who have reached the level of transcendence can jump into space in their workshops or territories, but Muffin had no such restrictions.
With her ability, it would be possible. She should be able to cross the twisted and distorted subspace of the dungeon and arrive at our master at once.
[Then why are you silent?]
[Muffin? Muffin! That’s strange. I’m not even asleep…]
Although not as much as her Holy Sword, a faint golden aura was flowing from the blade of Muffin. Diving, that is to say, she did not fall into her own conscious world, but was active.
But why are you not talking? I aroused my senses. Muffin was still wrapped in light, but she didn’t feel any mind waves in her. Yeah, that’s how it felt.
As an analogy, how does it feel to go out for a quick bite to eat with a game character standing in the village? Even if you don’t have any thoughts, even if you’re sleeping, some mental waves will leak out.
[What should I do?]
Even muffins are holy swords, so they can’t be touched by ghosts! When your eyes go dark in this total impasse,
Suddenly, a mental wave flowed backwards from Muffin. Contrary to what she usually emits, clumsy and violent, yet very familiar with someone…
The next moment, the muffin suddenly flashed and disappeared.
[Hey! Take us too!]
I screamed in anger, but of course Muffin, who had jumped through space, couldn’t hear me.
I have never been as angry as I am now at the situation where I can’t do anything on my own. Only two swords were left in a dark and undiscovered space.
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[······Master, isn’t something strange?]
The moment Choko woke up in the subspace of the dungeon, she felt uncomfortable for no reason. After checking her own condition for a while, she soon realized the reason.
She was recognized as a saint, and her divine power, which had become like her own body, was no longer felt. It was as if the passage through which divine power flowed somewhere in her body was closed.
[Master?]
And so was the master’s condition. Choco called Cream with a blank expression once again. The moment she opened her mouth, the mist that obscured the shining stars lifted from her creamy eyes.
“・・・・・・No.”
[Huh?]
“Carbal, no. Where are you?”
It was only then that Choco realized another surprise. Her normally loud voice seemed to be somehow quiet, but it was only her and her master who were here.
Not only that bloody sword, but also the hero’s weapon, the holy sword, and her weapon, the muffin, disappeared. Choco, who doesn’t know much about dungeons, couldn’t figure out why.
It’s just that something went wrong while entering the dungeon. I was only guessing that way. Cream stood still with her eyes closed while Choco pondered in her own way.
“I found it.”
The moment Choco got worried and decided to touch her cream, she suddenly opened her eyes.
Choco was startled and removed her front paw. Without paying the slightest attention to her pet’s behavior, Cream muttered in a fast, dripping syllable.
“As expected, the crab that ran away, no, that’s it. Yes, I couldn’t, I couldn’t, I couldn’t.”
[Master?]
“Yeah, I don’t know yet. I, okay, I did, I did.”
[Master! Wake!]
Cream looked at her expression with a blank face as if she had just woken up from a dream. Drops of chocolate dripped down her cheeks.
Cream wiped it off with an emotionless expression. It’s a strange thing. She is a warrior who is protected by all the gods in the world. Her filth would dare not touch her.
“Here, it’s strange.”
[Yes, Master. There is no magic sword that can cause the master to die so quickly, and the divine power doesn’t work!]
“That’s right, there is no divine protection. Senses too.”
Cream muttered that and shook her head. Choco was momentarily puzzled. This place is just an empty passage, there’s nothing beyond the darkness?
But when Choco thought so, she began to hear applause from beyond the empty darkness.
“Really, are you still saying that a hero is a hero?”
An eight-eyed clown emerged from beyond the darkness. Choco was shocked. Her savage senses felt nothing. Until the clown appears from beyond the darkness.
Yes, I finally understood the master’s words that my senses were also strange. The darkness, or something else, was preventing her senses from extending beyond a certain range.
“You.”
“hahahaha, nice to meet you again. I am so happy that my teeth clench.”
The opponents they fought in the alienated Jaja Castle. Choco recognized his opponent. And she knew that her adversary smelled of a danger far greater than she had ever met before.
Cream didn’t say anything when she saw the sudden appearance of her opponent. She didn’t question or even ask a question, but suddenly started shaking her body.
“Are you crazy? Dancing all of a sudden.”
The clown made an angry expression while watching Cream’s movements, which would be said to be in rhythm with any demonic swordsman who had seen it. However, Choco felt something different from the master’s eccentricities.
Hair that sways lightly as you move your head. The sound of dragging feet and the friction of the floor. The sound of a swaying body pushing the air. The moment when those subtle sounds that can not be heard by ordinary people form a harmony.
Quaaang!
With a roar announcing the climax, the magic was completed.
The cream flew out so quickly that Choco lost sight of his master for an instant. She didn’t have a holy sword or a demonic sword, but instead, she had two tightly clenched fists.
When the blinking ended, Cream was right in front of the clown. Cream, still expressionless, moved her hand into the clown’s face and pulled out his head.
“Where are you hitting? That is my fault.”
And then, the moment Cream threw her head that I was holding onto the floor, her head and her body, which had lost her head, scattered with red threads and permeated the walls of the dungeon.
The eight-eyed clown walked in from another place. Just like when he first appeared, he was clean and undisturbed.
“Allah, Kurse.”
“Should I consider this an honor to remember my name?”
On the other hand, a cloud of dust was clinging to Cream’s explosive body. With an expression still unknown, Cream called the clown by name.
“I expected it because I was a hero, but I am very disappointed. Yes, after all, you are just like the rest of us. If it weren’t for that proud god’s protection.”
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Alarcus laughed at the cream, which looked already tattered without the usual flawlessness.
“So are you. On a mere mortal subject.”
“·······.”
“Well, I’m not excited because there is no one to accept my words. It would have been nice if there was a new killing sword.”
Cream was still silent. However, her eyes were carefully weighing the opportunity to attack her opponent. Ala Kurth was also laughing, but he knew it.
Even if he pretends to be fine, in fact his ‘failure’ is not something that can be easily made. Stretching out a red thread to keep the opponent in check, Alarcus took a step back.
“It would be nice to fight right away, but please listen to me for a moment. Isn’t it the virtue of a third-rate villain to reveal their plans just before they succeed?”
“······ Talk about it, look.”
Choco took advantage of the gap and quietly stepped behind Cream. The momentum was quite ferocious as a beast of gigantic size roared behind her as if protecting her girl.
But the clown was not afraid. Under the cold stare of the girl and the beast, the clown wrapped me in a red thread as if performing alone and spoke enthusiastically.
“Do you know how annoying you have been? Where the hell do you get your information from? However, you should have been a little more careful.”
[Do you think you can beat us?]
“I acknowledge your strength, but don’t you know the anecdote about how the empire hunted a dragon without a single Transcendent? In wars, the strong don’t always win.”
However, it was an undeniable fact. Isn’t that why Cream is quietly looking for an opportunity, and why Choco doesn’t jump right in and tear that clown apart?
The beast’s senses were constantly ringing the alarm bell. It was ominous. Not just the clowns, but the entire space they are standing on.
“This place is a masterpiece for me and my colleagues. Well, the original purpose was different, but there’s no need to explain that. Are you feeling it yourself? That divine protection does not work in this place.”
“Yes, what?”
“Ha ha ha! Of course. No matter how omniscient and omnipotent the gods may be, they can’t bestow blessings even on those who are out of sight.”
Not only does it take divine protection, but it doesn’t take holy power either. This is because warriors and saints do not have stigmata. Originally, the stigma was a kind of sacred power production and storage organ bestowed by God.
“Heavenly eyes are out of reach here. Of course, those fake gods wouldn’t even know what happened inside.”
However, the saint is directly connected to the god and uses near-infinite divine power. Through protection, the warrior is bestowed with divine power as much as he needs.
As Alacus said, now that the connection with heaven has been cut off, Cream and Choco can no longer use their divine power.
“I don’t care.”
“There is no point in bluffing. No one will be able to save you unless the gods descend directly to the earth.”
Cream answered with an expressionless expression, as always, without the slightest wavering.
“The will, is that, the end?”
In the next moment, several things happened simultaneously. Cream clenched her fists once more and charged, and Choco followed suit with a furious howl.
The red thread blocking their restraint is cut, the skin of the clown is torn, and the magical song sung by the hero and the roar of the beast uttered by the saint resonate together.
The darkness is in full bloom.
“······hahahaha, it can’t be that way.”
Alarcus, who appeared as the third offense, looked at the cream and chocolate pinned to the wall with the smile typical of a clown.
They weren’t weak. Even now, when they could not use divine power, the power of the two was still powerful enough to be feared. Only.
“Did you really think I was talking for no reason? Well, thanks to that naivete, I bought enough time.”
The space in the dungeon was suddenly distorted, and the resulting shock blew away the cream and chocolate. And, between the walls of the twisted dungeon, the cracks in space opened a black mouth.
There was someone who poked his head in from beyond. A tired impression with thick dark circles. But aside from that, the middle-aged fairy looks very normal.
“Aren’t you late?”
“Yes, you came at just the right time.”
However, soon after the fairy completely came out of the gap in space, its hideous body was revealed without hesitation. The fairy’s right half was intact. Except for holding a huge hammer unlike his skinny arm.
However, the left half of his body had been cut off from around his shoulder. Dozens of tentacles protruded from the cut surface, intertwined and intermingled to form arms and shoulders.
“The 5th cult of the Dark Church. Rakash Demogorgon.”
It sounded more like a book talking than a person. The fairy still kept her mouth shut, but the book turned its pages untouched and spread the unholy truth to the world.
“I received a call from my comrades and arrived here to punish the enemies of the church.”