120. It’s fake, you assholes
It’s been a while, and I feel a little refreshed.
Soiled blood soaks the floor. The lightly dressed clothes had already been soaked with sweat for a long time. The unpleasant salt makes the skin chapped, and the sweat on the eyelids blurs the vision.
I wonder if it was me who let out a single breath a while ago. Even that wasn’t certain. The rapid and low breathing, which was different from usual, was unfamiliar even though it was his own voice.
“Ah, god bless you, you are still beautiful. Warrior!”
“Someone stop that mercenary soldier!”
However, as the energy of the body was exhausted, the vitality of the spirit was sharpened like my sword. I felt liberated, as if I had thrown off the shell I had been wearing for so long.
Though fatigue and curses make the muscles heavy, the body remains light. I jump lightly, avoiding the red thread that tries to entangle me, and unleash a sharpened sword at the enemy who rushes defenselessly.
A body that is cut off before it can be touched. And then, a red thread stretched out to sew the fragments of the torn body to nullify the death. Repeated tirelessly.
[□□!]
“I am doing my best too!”
It was difficult to conjure up words, but it was so easy to let myself go with the flow of battle. It spins around the devil’s body, and black flames pour down on the place where you stepped on a moment ago.
Close your ears and ignore what your enemies say. He only looks inside himself and whips his body more harshly. Certainly, the gap left by the doggie wasn’t small.
Two to eight, one to five. Besides, the current body belongs to the weakest of the three races. It’s embarrassing, but it was unreasonable to receive an opponent’s attack with the current body without divine protection.
“······ Ugh.”
I got angry at the situation that didn’t go my way. However, apart from his reason, he calmly judged his fighting instincts. Although it hurts a little.
Forcibly draws out inner strength. The direct connection to the god’s power was closed, but it was still available due to its source. A flash of light rises with terrifying momentum.
“Divine power? How?”
[Don’t be afraid. That is just the divine power of the source, there is no direct air power.]
The brilliance gently wraps around the body, recovering exhausted physical strength and healing various minor scars. But power is not without cost. As much as healing the body, the mind will be consumed.
While the light of the source enveloped itself, the influence of the corrupted divine power and curse was also weakened. Taking advantage of the lack of attacks for a while, I spread my hands and collected the light.
“Wait a minute, that is not the divine power of the source…!”
It was a defeat that the enemies were not vigilant, saying that the source of divine power had no aggression. At my fingertips, the sphere of light gathered round like an egg cracked. Before the enemy even comes into action.
By squeezing the egg of light and swallowing the source, a white darkness surged up. An authority that was unfolded in a short form without a holy sword or triple fusion of holy power. Of course, he had to endure the reaction with his own body.
However, as much as he forced himself to squeeze it, the power was certain. The warrior soldier who was nearby quickly lowered his head to avoid it, but the jet-black priest standing behind him was hit by the white darkness.
[□□□□□□!]
The bastard was not even given time to express his despair. The upper body, swallowed up by the white darkness, disappeared as it was, and fragments of the white darkness that splattered in all directions adhered to the demon contractor.
The devil’s body, which ignores most of the physical laws of reality, has a hole in it as if it was eaten by worms. The passage to the god was still blocked, but its power was unmatched.
Even the thread of the red spider, which manipulates nature and stuffs life, could not revive those who were swallowed up in the white darkness. The clown gnashed his teeth with a bewildered face.
[Did the warrior □ have that kind of □ power? I don’t think it’s even divine power…]
However, the price of excessive force was painful. Cream looked down at her left hand, which had exploded from within. The cut surface of the wrist was rugged, as if an animal had gnawed it.
A white light descends on it, and bones and blood vessels grow in an instant, and the flesh fills up between them, and the white, pale skin covers the body again.
But I was not a pure-blooded prisoner. I felt that my inner mental power was draining away from the continuous use of power, and my body was staggered without knowing it.
Aiming for that gap, another attack flies from beyond the corpse. Spurring the ground again, avoiding it, ignoring the throbbing phantom pain in the newly regenerated wrist.
Tune the creaking body more harshly. No matter how strong the mind is, the body is still human. The empty seat of the doggie felt bigger than ever.
But I can’t fall yet. At least not now. Until you open the eyes of those blind. I repeated obsessively.
It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt.
Compared to the pain you must have suffered, this much is nothing.
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[Will the hero be okay…]
Even after Muffin left, we stayed still, left on the cold floor. The Holy Sword, which had been shouting at the need to save the hero, was now tired, but his voice was broken.
No, there must be something. In a small space roughly assumed to be a warehouse, all that was piled up was dust and bug corpses turned over.
How could I have grasped the surrounding situation if there were only living bugs at least? No answer really.
[It’s easier to give up.]
[Are you not even worried?!]
I shrugged. There is no one else to worry about. The opponents were the hero and the saint. It’s a disaster just to be alone, but even the two of them cooperate.
In addition, the divine power they handle is also incompatible with the beings of darkness. This is a situation where you can’t lose even if you want to lose.
[What we have to worry about is our current situation.]
Even though time has passed, the cream doesn’t come to me. Maybe it was because he was making a fuss about the holy sword, but he suddenly seemed a little uneasy.
I tried to connect to Cream’s mind by strengthening the soul bond, but all I heard was incomprehensible noises and loud tinnitus. I’m pretty sure I’m just playing around.
[Wait, someone is coming!]
[What?]
I was distracted for a moment and was slow to detect the presence, but soon I felt it too. Surely someone was approaching this place. Someone other than cream or chocolate.
The feeling is normal. Although a little dark, the combat power itself is close to that of ordinary people. Are you a worker staying here?
[Found. I need to get it back quickly.]
As expected, it was a very happy circuit. Looking at the shining holy sword in the middle of the dark dungeon, the opponent raised the corners of their mouths. The crooked teeth were clearly visible between the decayed lips.
It’s a familiar shape, as if it were stamped out in a factory. A zombie with the grandiose name of a baptized person whom we met at the base of the Sunset Mountains. Quite coincidentally, there’s probably no chance they’re twins.
The same kind of undead, the same kind of mental wave. Moreover, the wounds of tattered, mutilated, or decayed corpses are the same. It’s so identical that it’s overly contrived.
[Who are you?]
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[I am the one promised immortality by the nameless god, the three hundred and sixty-seventh anointed under the darkness of the cup, do you imperfect souls dare to defer to guess the glory?]
Losing. If the ego weapon is a weapon containing a part of the soul, the undead is a corpse containing a part of the soul. Unless I preserve my soul intact to the extent of the lich, its existence will eventually be damaged.
Why are you arrogantly admonishing such a subject? Of course, unlike us, I’m in a slightly better position in that I can move on my own, but wait.
[Ha, what? What a loser who couldn’t even enter the arms of the moon is talking about…]
[Aries, be quiet.]
As I said, I moderately calmed down Aries, who had become very sensitive after being separated from the hero, and fired a mental wave at the baptized person.
[Yes, why did such a noble person come to such a shabby place?]
When the baptized first saw us, he said he had ‘found it’. That means there’s someone who’s noticed that we’re going to fall helplessly like this.
And, of course, that someone must have been the one who made up this dungeon. They’re probably the ones who ordered the baptized to retrieve us.
I don’t know who it is, but if you meet me, I won’t let you go.
[Hmph, I’m only here to serve our Lord. Your cunning tongue is famous. But even if you try to shake me, it won’t do you any good.]
Have you stopped behaving like that? I just laughed inside. No matter how high their pride is, there’s no way that mass-produced undead have the same mentality as a normal person.
This was true for all imperfect souls, not just the undead. Even if they seem logical, no different from when they were alive, there are loopholes in their thinking circuits.
[For those of you who have already slain several of our comrades in the hands of Wooja, a sacrifice to our god will suffice.]
Like me, who ends up devouring his master no matter how much he has affection and affection for his master, like a holy sword that blindly follows only the hero and rationalizes even his beliefs for him.
And that would be the same for that baptized one. And, the keyword that he would react to violently was so obvious. Faith.
[Yes, it wouldn’t be bad to sacrifice us. But is that for the best? Is your faith just that much?]
[What? Dare······.]
[Looking closely, I think you already know that a hero has infiltrated this place. No matter how good our sacrifices are, can we compare them to the hero’s head? If you really love your lord, you should give him the best.]
[Don’t talk as it comes out. On the subject of Uzha, how dare you know anything about our god!]
[Yes. Why don’t you know that even that foolish person knows?]
The face of the baptized person was distorted. Maggots fell from between the half-bitten flesh and the bare eye sockets from the violent movement.
[What do you mean?]
[If you really love your god, would you have time to deal with me? They must be busy preparing to place the warrior’s head on the altar.]
[You!]
[I already know about your tricks. So you’re telling me to leave you alone? Do you think you will fall for such an obvious trick?]
I ignored the sound of the holy sword clattering. Contrary to what he said, the baptized one did not stretch out his hand right away or turn around to pursue the warrior.
If a mere zombie stands in front of a warrior, it will simply perish without leaving a single bone fragment. However, those who were blinded by fanaticism could not even recall that obvious fact.
[Ding, wrong.]
[What?]
[You can’t leave me alone. Catch me If you die with your own weapon, wouldn’t that be the best sacrament for a god who loves amusement and tragedy?]
A subtle temptation, but the baptized only lightly snorted.
[Did you think I didn’t know that the seal of divine power is also hanging on your handle? Don’t freak out A porter is also coming to carry you.]
[Seal?]
It seems that he noticed the effect of the seal on my handle. As soon as the baptized person grabs his handle, the seal will be activated, and this time the baptized person will be put to rest.
But I have no intention of leaving it that way. Such a precious mount came to my feet, so why would I waste it and destroy it?
Damn it.
[Ah, you mean this?]
So break something else instead. Darkness rose fiercely from my whole body. The baptized man took a step back, startled, but the darkness was heading in a completely different direction.
Dozens of darkness knock on the knob I came out of, as if hurting themselves. Every time the darkness struck the handle, a ripple of soft light arose, revealing a glimpse of the shape of the seal.
[What are you doing right now…]
[You know.]
And soon, the seal broke into pieces. The divine power exploded and the flashes scattered, but it couldn’t do any harm to me, who was already immune to Cream’s divine power.
[It’s a seal, I could break it anytime. I just left it alone to reassure Cream.]
I’m sorry, but I didn’t have time to deal with the holy sword right now. I turned to the baptized one.
[C’mon, hold me. Catch me, and prepare the best sacrament for your god.]
[······It’s the obvious temptation of the magic sword. Do you think I don’t know that the person holding your handle is being manipulated?]
[Of course it is. But, are you already dead? I can control the living, but I can’t control the corpse.]
I had a lot of doubts while watching the performance that even broke the seal of the warrior. However, at the point he started listening to me, he couldn’t escape the demonic hand that was reaching out.
As the seal was lifted, the suppressed powers of the characteristics returned. Soul Erosion (S-). The power to read and manipulate the opponent’s memories. If the difference in rank is overwhelming, the influence is also exerted on the opponent who has not been in contact.
[Why? Why are you trying to harm your master, the hero?]
[You stupid friend. I’m a magic sword Up until now, I had been suppressed by my strength and was just going around together. Does the dark one need a reason to oppose the light one?]
Of course, the effect is not that strong. At best, to the extent of giving my words a little more credibility. However, it was enough to drive a wedge into an opponent who had already passed half way.
[Yes, there’s no way a person who belongs to the shadows like us serves the hateful light.]
[That’s right! Rather, I was constantly oppressed and swayed around, but now that the opportunity has come, wouldn’t it be natural to want revenge?]
[······It’s worth it. Is it true that you can’t control the dead?]
The baptized one approached me with a half-sorrowful expression. I laughed the moment those rotten fingers, those bony hand bones, gripped my handle.
[Guraji, asshole.]
Secure the demonic sword and means of transportation that fell out of the dungeon.