149. Warrior, Destroying the Lich King’s Legion
The atmosphere itself is different from before, when only a few monsters who couldn’t overcome their blood ran into it. The entire rendezvous rises, and the ground shakes with the sound of the monsters’ footsteps.
I naturally felt that disturbing air at the opponent’s gathering place. Blatant hostility. As long as there are bosses who occupy a large force in the corps, they can’t just watch our movements.
However, compared to the side that raised the military flag first, that action was naturally delayed by one beat.
[Yah!]
Following my cheers, the darkness that flowed through Cream rises high. Fog thicker than the dust created by the sprint of the legion and thicker than the heat haze covers the entire battlefield.
Although it has little practical effect, it is a perfect performance to prove its power. The monsters that were running along with us swallowed the saliva.
But at this moment, we were allies, not their enemies. An army of morale-filled monsters shrouded in darkness and blended into the middle of the battlefield.
“My head, my head!”
[Guaaa!]
Even in the midst of sporadic battles, each biting each other, there was an empty lot where the two strongest names, Ogre and Cerberus, were located.
Those who can’t withstand the aftermath of that power will be beaten to death, and those who can withstand the aftermath of that power will first step back. We set the empty lot as our destination and jumped in.
The body of a monster blocking the way. Cream gripped me tightly and twisted my wrist.
Suga go go!
A sound closer to the scream of metal than a cutting sound. The armored troll’s armor and his flesh were cut off at the same time, and the black blade greedily sucked blood extended its demonic hand to the back.
It wasn’t even a subject with a small area like a human, and the bodies of several medium and large monsters were cut into pieces in one sword attack. Between the chunks of meat rising into the air, Cream lightly rotated his body.
Inhuman strength. And a very light body compared to that. The moment her slender girl’s body was lifted into the air, her black lightning bolt exploded right where she had been.
[Look at this?]
Anyway, it seemed that the opponent’s rendezvous point had also been decided. Waves of monsters lightly overwhelm those we have led. But there was something else that caught my eye.
Not the one rampaging in front of you, but a structure carried by another Cerberus. A priest of the Dark Church was kneeling on top of an altar with a bizarre appearance, as if it had been ripped off the altar of soul fire.
Even though Cerberus ran frantically following his comrades, the figure on the altar did not shake at all. Nailed to his kneeling position, the priest was offering prayers to someone.
‘Please…’
Still far away. An inaudible chanting is heard. Soon, the priest raised his head, still in prayer. The altar amplifies its power in resonance with it.
Different from a crude pair like the stigma of darkness, the stigma directly given by God is a corrupted divine power created by alteration. Black lightning rising from the priest’s body rises up to the sky, and dark clouds hang over the battlefield at dawn.
Above the level of a bishop even in terms of the amount of simple holy power. Perhaps he amplified his own power with a specific ritual, his power was not perfect, and several black thunderbolts burned his allies.
Kurlureureung!
However, the power of the black thunderbolt was absurd enough to take that slight loss. Faith. Among the myriad supernatural powers that exist in this world, a power that no one can match in terms of destructive power.
Every time the black sky howled, black lightning fell between the dense monsters. Between the army of monsters that filled the ground, a hole was punched through, and the burnt flesh stuck to the ground.
Swept away by the madness, the monsters that were rushing at you stopped. In the face of an irresistible force, their survival instinct is reviving. Corrupted divine power can’t stimulate their aggression.
“Let’s go.”
However, before I gave any new instructions, Cream was already on the move.
Her fighting talent is in no way inferior to mine. She’s usually so stupid that I don’t feel that way, but maybe she’s better than me, who has been through tens of thousands of battles over hundreds of years.
So instead of putting the brakes on her in her act of her cream, I decided to keep an eye on her. Unlike her opponent, Cream is in a situation where she can’t even use her divine power. Hey, what are you going to do
“You bastard! He is the leader of that group!”
[Kill him!]
There is no way the opponent will not notice the rush that sweeps away everything. Enemy bosses used a rattlesnake, and nearby monsters stretched out their forepaws and tentacles to block us.
But before I even blinked, I was swung at a speed that even I couldn’t perceive, cutting through everything in my path. An exhilarating shudder flowed through the sword belt.
[End-my-week-is-de!]
I always thought that fighting with a sword was worse than manipulating a person’s body, but I’m canceling that statement. I guess I’ve only met owners who haven’t been able to use me properly.
Swipe, stab, slash. Swords that even the demonic sword, which has accumulated hundreds of years of war experience, cannot understand, rage like a storm, and the whole world spins like crazy.
Feels like riding a ride, no. Can’t even compare to that. The souls of monsters drawn by gravitational force along the path of Cream, which draws a spiral of destruction, are drawn weeping.
“Good or not?”
[Of course! You are the best among the owners I’ve ever met!]
Short stop. I responded with delight to the question that Cream exhaled. This level of destruction without the power of faith. From my point of view as a swordsman, I have no choice but to be willing.
That, too, was achieved only through pure martial arts, not through the power of other supernatural powers. Wait a minute, now that I think about it, Cream seems to have gotten a little stronger than when we first met.
Originally, it was strong, so it didn’t show much, but now Cream didn’t even borrow magic power. Even so, looking back, the road where the cream passed was already full of finely chopped corpses.
The corpses of not only low-level monsters such as goblins and orcs, but even high-level monsters such as ogres were strewn across the bloody road. Truly, a dance that far transcends humanity.
[That’s it!]
However, no matter how strong Cream was, there was a limit to what a simple sword could do. This was not the hero’s lack of ability, but rather the limit itself of the power of martial arts.
A harpy name stood in the way of Cream. I glanced around with my eyes wide open. The battlefield between Ogres and Cerberus had already passed, and there was still quite a distance to the altar.
That’s why I don’t have time to waste on a horse head.
[I never thought there could be such great martial artists among non-humans!]
That bastard’s words sound strange, but he’s actually right. Monsters generally do not use weapons. It is absurd to call it a martial art just because it is based on its mighty physical ability.
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In that respect, that harpy name was unique in many ways. A low-level monster with only a bad smell and the ability to fly. However, the spirit that emanated from him was like a refined blade.
Although it is flapping its wings and flying, it is at an altitude that is almost as if it is stuck to the ground. Instead of scratching the opponent, the claws with ugly veins are holding a greatsword the size of their body.
[Let’s compete!]
Crying out loud, the harpy spread its wings. The colorful feathers took away his sight, and when he came to his senses, a harpy was already wielding a weapon approaching the speed of second.
The moment the brilliant five-colored wings were removed, the blade of a massive greatsword burst out from between them like magic. A simple but deadly gimmick. However, the subject of the battle now is not me.
Crim took a step back lightly, as if he had already predicted it. The fiercely soaring great sword splits the air, and the harpy’s body, which has light bones to fly, cannot overcome its weight and spins together.
[Suck!]
But there are no gaps. As the body spun around, the moment it turned its back toward the enemy, the stiff feathers rushed in memorization. This is also an ability that harpies do not have.
In the end, Cream missed the opportunity to attack by trimming his feathers. Seeing that skillful yet extraordinary fighting method, I stuck out my tongue. For a mere harpy, its brute strength rivals that of a twin-headed ogre.
A level equal to that of the strongest in our gathering place. So, f*ck it.
[Queek?]
[Caught.]
I have no personal regrets. On the contrary, I quite like these guys. Those who broke through their limits through acquired efforts, not innate talents.
Even beings born as weak as bugs can bloom dazzlingly like that if given an opportunity. That unlikely ‘possibility’ was the reason I didn’t kill all the weak in the world.
But, well, we have to distinguish between private and public.
[Queek?]
Seeing Cream run amok like that made me itchy too.
The harpy name involuntarily made a strange noise at the heavy wings. The dense darkness that flowed from my blade was so heavy that I couldn’t even see straight ahead.
However, the Unholy Darkness could corrupt the proud, and while it could contaminate this damn world, it couldn’t harm anyone.
Yes, it has always been up to those who live in it to destroy this world.
[Die! Die! Die! Die!]
[A monster killed my daughter… I will never forgive you!]
[hahahaha! Didn’t I tell you to check our locks?]
There were those who barked bitterly, there were those who smiled smirkingly, and there were those who glared coldly. However, the faces of the ghosts were all the same, no matter what they looked like or what story they had.
It was just a thick darkness that did not even block the vision of those inside. Countless teeth grow above the pitch-black fog. The long torn mouth opens. Cracks diverge.
[Keuyiyi profit!]
The glorious end of a warrior who was born with a lowly body and built up his innocence with a sword and a pair of wings was such a miserable one. Like a strangled canary.
Wraiths abruptly soar above the dark fog that covered the battlefield, seemingly without any effect. The distorted portraits of people fearlessly seeking life terrified even monsters.
[Don’t panic! These are just obstacles, not very strong!]
From afar, I could see a name calling out bravely. Yes, he was certainly not wrong. The power that one specter can exert is only comparable to that of an adult male or goblin.
There were also monsters with 100 times the strength in this place. But, what is it? If you exert a hundred times the power, if I bring out a thousand people, that’s it.
I have given up counting the number of souls accumulated within me. The first thing the ghosts did when they got free was not to run away, but to take the lives of others.
[Hmm?]
Ghosts run rampant, countless monsters die, the line between life and death blurs, and the temperature of the area coolly drops due to the presence of spiritual bodies. However, the changes that followed were unexpected even for me.
The ones who have been implanted with the dark stigma are starting to behave strangely. Most of the souls I released belonged to humans. You won’t be able to possess the monster’s body, but they attack allies like crazy.
It scrapes off the dark stigma implanted in its own body as if trying to dig it out. He didn’t care if the black rotten blood flowed down and his flesh shredded. As if you can’t even feel the pain.
“aaa!”
And then, the most dramatic change took place. I involuntarily turned my head at the terrifyingly spreading darkness.
Ogre and Cerberus, who are still fighting non-stop, have long since both been devastated. The hump, which was the pride of an ogre, was burned and more than half of it fell off, and what remained was just a trace.
Out of nowhere, the ogre screams in pain and twists his body. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Cerberus spews fire, but his core has been exhausted for a long time. What came out of his mouth was, at best, lingering fire that charred his skin.
However, the ogre’s hump burst into flames the next moment. And, the darkness that had pooled above the wound that was pouring black blood slowly rose and formed a certain shape.
“aaa! My head! My······!”
[Hee hee hee! Awesome!]
From the neck of the screaming ogre, a new head made of darkness was growing. However, it was clearly different from the ogre. A human head much smaller in size and much richer in expression.
[Kick Kiki Kick!]
“Get out! Get out of my body!·······Kick.”
The ogre’s movement, which had been twisting and turning as if the head that had grown out of cancer in its body was burdensome, stopped at some point.
Cerberus, wanting an opportunity at this time, jumped at him, drove his teeth into his body and chewed it gently, but when the ogre, who had been as stiff as a stone statue, lifted his head again, the corners of his mouth drew an arc.
Not only human heads, but even ogre heads.
“Kiki Kiki Kit! Khat, hik, kick!”
[Hee hee hee hee hee!]
With a roaring sound, as if a pitchfork had been inserted into the eardrum and scratched, the ogre started rampaging once again. No, it wasn’t just him. There is only a difference between fast and slow.
Body parts of monsters with stigmata of darkness planted in their bodies explode, and the darkness that rises from the wounds forms new body parts. The end belongs to humans, not monsters.
[This is…]
[I didn’t do it intentionally.]
Even if it was such a bizarre and cruel move that the Holy Sword, which was quietly in Cream’s arms, would spill a word without even realizing it. But what I said was real, not an excuse.
To begin with, they’re not humans, they’re monsters, so I must feel guilty for doing something wrong. Well, actually, even if he were human, it wouldn’t be that different. No, I would rather have liked it.
[The path has been cleared. Let’s go!]
Human souls are delicacies, but monster souls are tasteless.
As the stigmatized men of darkness rampaged, even normal monsters without intelligence and natural names were tied up. Cream, which hesitated for a moment, started charging again.
The darkness obscures the vision, and the monsters in the two gathering places are confusedly mixed together, making it impossible to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy. The black thunderbolt did not change the war situation as drastically as the first time.
However, the opponent was not easy. As soon as the harpy name, a valuable force, died, black lightning began to pour down relentlessly, targeting us.
A strong will to kill the captain even if he attacks some of his allies. Not a bad judgement. It’s just that the opponent was bad.
Kagagaku…!
It’s just a form of lightning, but the divine power of the stars it shoots is not really lightning. Cream rammed me into the lightning that was falling towards her and deflected the black lightning.
It was a mess everywhere. In the thick darkness, specters open their mouths, black thunderbolts fall from the sky, and the monster’s body swells, and parts that have not become human rise from everywhere.
A chaotic battlefield where you can’t even see what’s right in front of you. Even more so when viewed from a distance. The black thunderbolts that had been aiming at us at first had now lost their aim and rained down in disorder.
And then, in that gap, the white butterfly steadily rose against the flow.
“When!”
When the priest of the Dark Church realized our existence, it was after Cream had already approached a close enough distance. The electric current he poured out convulsively ran through my blade and scattered.
Crim stretched out his small, soft hand and twisted the neck of Cerberus, who was carrying the altar as it was. At the same time as the hell dog’s body collapsed, the priest lost his balance and fell off the altar.
The dark clouds covering the sky lifted. But the world was still dark.