121. The Ordeal of White Midnight
[Even if you get a body, you can’t speak with your voice.]
Anyway, the undead body doesn’t feel good. Even the slightest movement of the extremities of the body would cut off, and the reaction speed would also slow down. The senses were also worse than when it was a sword.
How about being able to move yourself though? After staggering for a moment, I picked up my posture and raised my body, and the holy sword threw a mental wave as if it were uneasy.
[What you said earlier, are you serious?]
I ignored the holy sword. The body I occupy now is undead. It’s not even a high-ranking undead, it’s just a grandiose name, but in reality it’s just a zombie that’s no different from a rubbish mob.
Of course, if I touched the Holy Sword in this state, it would be like throwing my body away. Well, even though I usually tease the Holy Sword for being incompetent, the divine power she possesses is not forgiving.
[Carbal, Karbal! You really!]
[Noisy.]
I’ll just wait quietly as I notice. I frowned at the intense flickering light of the holy sword.
[What does it matter what I do? On the subject that I can’t even move anyway. Stay calm there.]
[You’re not trying to harm the hero, are you?]
[Well, what do you think?]
The seal is broken. The warrior’s power could no longer restrain me. And, like me, the holy sword is just a weapon that cannot do anything on its own if there is no one to hold it.
I’m sure no one can lift the holy sword unless it’s a hero, but I’m not that picky.
[hahahaha, then what are you going to do? On the subject of not being able to do anything anyway.]
I laughed at her and turned her steps lightly. After dealing with such a rotten body for a long time, there was some stuttering in movement at first, but even that soon stabilized.
Be really naive. Of course, teasing the Holy Sword was fun, but I had many other things to do, so I ignored the evil Holy Sword and turned my head away.
She can’t do anything anyway. As we left the room where we had been left unattended, the vast and twisted corridors of the dungeon were revealed. Of course, I have no way of knowing the geography of this place.
[Now, where should I read it?]
But I don’t know, but the original owner of this body must be different. Without asking for any understanding, I began digging into the narrow and esoteric mental world of the baptized.
Most of them were useless memories. The memory of waking up as a zombie for the first time, of the cup of darkness that had already become my meal. After that, the memory of living serving my God.
And the final order to retrieve us. Seeing the subject, I twisted my lips and smiled. Here, another familiar face appeared.
[I need to go a little faster. Do you think so too?]
[······!]
Ignoring the angry cries that came from the abyss of consciousness beyond the distant mental world, I hurried my steps. Ala Kurthra, he said he was the 4th cult of the Dark Church, right?
That annoying eight-eyed clown left a pretty deep impression on me. And the dangerous power he wielded. It’s not likely, but just in case.
[Are you friends? You’re already dead anyway, so can you make your body rough?]
[···, ······-!]
[Is that okay? Thank you.]
I started running with the body of a baptized person. A rotten body that is decaying in the present progressive tense. However, that was the only thing I could count on right now.
It is unpleasant to feel the rotten pus and oil seeping out of your flesh soaking the handle. Even if it wasn’t so, I heard the sound of my muscles tearing every time I hit the ground with my already collapsed body.
There is a kind of fraud that maintains the existence of the dead even if they do not reach the lifespan or vitality of the living. Burn it to boost your physical abilities to the limit.
[Efficiency sucks, this.]
Anyway, it’s a zombie scumbag. Even if the rotten body was strengthened, it did not reach the physical ability of an ordinary person. Not getting tired is a plus point though.
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There is no guarantee that you will meet someone else in this vast space, and unless you are a lowly person like the one who has been baptized now, you may not be able to take the body. That is, before this body is completely destroyed.
Of course the cream will be safe. Even Choco is by his side, who in the world can harm them unless a real Dragon Lord comes out.
– ······No.
But why are you so anxious?
Still leaving my body running, I strengthen my bond with Cream. It was still easy for her to get close though, as she had no resistance or defense mechanisms against her.
All I heard was still incomprehensible static. No, no. At one point, her soul flared up like a white flame.
And then, through the noise, a clear chant stuck in my ears.
– It doesn’t hurt.
What?
– Compared to you, you would have suffered, in pain.
I feel a little different between the sharpened inspiration. Why didn’t you notice? Because I didn’t receive power from the gods, and I didn’t want to pay much attention to them.
But the cream was different. And she opened up a horizon of transcendental senses to me now that she was closely connected to her. Expansion of the spiritual senses unconstrained by the rotten bodies of the undead.
I feel a kind of curtain surrounding this entire subspace. The effect is probably…
– This, much, nothing, nothing.
Separation from heaven, seal of blessing. And for those who do not have a stigma, a storage organ for divine power, perhaps even divine power.
Cream is dangerous.
The moment that thought popped into my head, something inside woke me up.
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The war situation was hopeless. ‘I’ bit my lip. He didn’t care if his lips were bitten and blood flowed. Because the blood has already been shed to overflowing.
It was a very effective tactical decision to use the Demon Contractor as cover, who was immune to most attacks and whose agility was remarkably low. Yes, until it changes the shape of the body.
[□□□ □ □ □□?]
A body like a pillar of salt, tentacles that flutter like seaweed. Tens of thousands of eyes sprouted like barnacles on the pillars. As if hit by a wave, her body melted and pooled on the ground.
The muddy mud that gripped my ankles was fine. However, the barrier of the tentacle that the demon contractor stretched out to prevent me from escaping from the outskirts of the puddle was fatal to ‘me’.
[Now the hero is like a □ in the dock! All of you, give it a blast!]
A barrier built with demonic bodies that are not bound by physical phenomena and laws. Now that there is no magic sword or holy sword, I had to raise the white darkness once again in order to overcome it.
However, even if I squeezed the divine power of the source, the enemies who had already tasted the spicy taste would not let me go. Without further approach from beyond the barrier of tentacles, the enemies unleashed a ranged attack.
A shrunk battlefield, limited maneuvers, no matter how fast ‘I’ was and casting magic on my body to deflect attacks, I could no longer dodge all attacks like before.
[Damn □, it’s not □ if you approach close □!]
Wounds occur. Heals injuries with the divine power of the source. The mind is exhausted. Occasionally, even if he carelessly grabbed the enemy by the neck and broke it.
“Ha ha ha ha ha! Do you still have this much power left? That’s amazing!”
[······Really, it’s like a warrior soldier of □hal □.]
A red skein unraveled from the dungeon’s walls fixes his body, forcing his death into nothingness. Of course, compared to the beginning, the power of this space was also consumed considerably.
However, if the current situation continues, “Me” Will be exhausted first. It was so obvious that there was no need to mobilize any calculations or intuition.
Before everything is exhausted, rather ‘me’ first.
– Of course, the cream will be safe. Even chocolate is next to it.
At that time. I could feel someone peering into my soul. It was you I don’t know how, you had a hard time reading my mental waves, but ‘I’ could hear your thoughts so easily.
The difference between a speaker and a listener. I feel your soul coming close to me. Your uncontrolled mental waves flowed into ‘me’.
Cream is dangerous. The moment that thought popped into my head, something inside woke me up. ‘I’ was happy to see the familiar presence, so I laughed even while bleeding.
[Be careful, you don’t know what the hero will do again!]
The body of the baptized person can’t stand the unreasonable movement and is scattered into ashes little by little. I don’t care. If only I could arrive on time. Whether my temporary body is consumed or not.
‘I’ felt a sign of getting closer. Yes, you are coming to rescue me again. Of course, I am madly angry that you fell into the hands of someone other than ‘me’.
Yeah, I’ll put up with it this time.
“Ah, hero. aaa!”
I can feel the presence of the cream. However, even though I felt her so close, I couldn’t go beyond it. Separate battlefield, disconnected space.
‘I’ felt your difficulties and stretched out my hand. Once again, the divine power of the source gathers, and the enemies, realizing that it is the harbinger of the white darkness, attack to block the activation of the technique.
The red thread pierces the muscles, the devil’s smoke corrodes the blood vessels, and the warrior’s blade cuts through the skin. But no amount of pain could shake me.
[Cream!]
A white darkness spreads as one arm is set on fire. The enemies easily dodged the obvious attack, and the white darkness that couldn’t hit anything was shot out and hit one side of space.
In front of the power to annihilate anything, the disconnected space was no exception. Gaps in open space. A body walking in front of it, with only the upper half remaining, dripping its entrails.
And I saw you in that hand.
[Really, it’s been a while since I’ve been so angry.]
No, it might be the first time since becoming a demonic sword. Actually, I wasn’t the type to be so angry at my master’s death.
Why are only you different? Why are you so special Well, it’s okay to think about such trivial things later.
I moved the body of the baptized one last, which was slowly crumbling from below. His face and torso were all turned to bone powder and scattered, and all that was left was the arm holding the sword.
“Carr, Val.”
I didn’t want to cut it off, but I was out of breath and the words that came out of ‘my’ mouth were a mess. Before it completely crumbled, the muscles in my arms were pulled tight, then cut off and threw me.
You are coming. I was stuck in front of the cream as it was. Her condition was a mess. A body covered in blood and dust, as if the divine protection had not been applied. Also, no matter where she sold it, her one arm was blown off.
“Alone, solved, tried, tried.”
In the meantime, Cream smiled at me. Yes, because you have always been everything to ‘me’. ‘I’ always lived for you. Even at this moment.
[Look at yourself.]
She bluffed in front of her holy sword, but well. I don’t think I can hurt the cream either. Looking at Cream now, seeing the anger rising to the top of her head like this.
However, while feeling indescribable rage, reason became surprisingly calm. It must have felt like being calmer when really angry, I didn’t really want to know.
“I, because, angry, are you?”
[No. He gets angry because of you.]
You still write your heart for ‘me’. Relief, and guilt. The selfishness of wanting to see you like that even a little more, and the sense of mission that you want to quickly realize everything.
The more I see you, the more incomprehensible feelings swell in my heart, so ‘I’ just decided not to say anything.
“Sorry…”
But, yes. I was so tired
I certainly believed that you would come back one day. Waiting, preparing, erasing memories again, closing eyes, being born, time that had stopped flowing again.
When the memories come back, I feel sad again for not having you. When I blame myself, then when I see you living peacefully in another world, when I succeed in calling you back to my side.
[Relax.]
I was happy.
I’m not asking you to understand my sacrifice or forgive me. But, at least for now. I can accept you even if I act a little foolish.
“Yes.”
Cream, who had been staggering for a moment, lowered her head as if the fatigue she had endured had come all at once. Soon, her body lost balance and collapsed.
As she fell down, her small, delicate fingertips touched the handle of her magic sword. Reached