154. I can’t help it. This is only a temporary alliance.
[What, what?]
The holy sword was astonished as it looked at the broken Karbal in Cream’s hand. No, it wasn’t just the Holy Sword. Choco was also looking at her own master with her eyes wide open.
Apart from feeling sorry for Carval, everyone knew of Cream’s abnormal attachment to the sword. However, the act of breaking the sword she had cherished so dearly out of the blue couldn’t help but feel beyond her eccentricity to the point of bizarreness.
“Master?”
She was expressionless as usual, but Choco, with her bestial senses, felt the chilling air drifting around her. Choco couldn’t get any closer to that unusual sign, and she hesitated.
Cream, which had been still as if it were a still image, moved her body again. Looking down at the broken black blades in both hands, Cream quickly threw them away as if she had lost interest.
What used to be a demonic sword tumbled on the floor. The Holy Sword, who was looking at that figure, swallowed his saliva without even realizing it. Traveling with them, she improved her human gestures a bit.
[Are you really dead?]
It would be a lie if I said there was no influence from someone who had lived with a sword for hundreds of years and was incredibly human.
Irrespective of the reaction of those around me, Cream looked at the fragment of the blade I had thrown away, then put her foot on it, which no longer vomited mind waves, and stomped.
“No, he’s dead.”
[Yes?]
“This, Karbal, no.”
Instantly, embers gushed from her toes. Red Flame, which had grown in size in an instant, opened its mouth violently and swallowed the fragments of her sword.
Kiyii-A strange terminal, which is like a beast of the beast in the flames, and the friction of nervous metal.
“Fake. Karbal, my, divine power, within, through.”
[Ah!]
When Cream removed her feet again, she found that her blade was gone, only a few piles of ash. She couldn’t withstand the fierce flames of the hero and the fake demonic sword was destroyed.
“Oh, then where is the real Karbal?”
“That is…”
That’s right. As the last piece of the sword crumbled to ashes, the door opened with a dull noise. Cream frowned slightly at the chilling wind seeping in through the dark crack in the door.
Her unknown powers prevented her from seeing through her darkness, but there were things she could feel nonetheless. The musty, mute smell of death.
“Now, I have to look for it.”
As the owner of the demonic sword that devours her soul, it was the scent she always smelled. However, her temperament was different. If what you could smell from Karbal was the fresh, vivid, and exciting smell of despair.
What emanated from beyond was the stench of old, moldy despair that had given up even crawling out of the abyss. The weeping of the abandoned’s tears tormented her senses.
But even in the midst of that excessively thick stench, she did not confuse which way she should go. Even in the unfathomable darkness in front of her, only the long strings of her soul were clearly visible.
If she follows the end, she will be able to regain what she has missed. In Cream’s eyes, her galaxy and cluster swirled, then subsided with her brief exhalation.
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“Let’s go.”
The hero’s steps finally reached the former demon king’s eyes.
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[What’s the plan?]
[Why do you have so many doubts? Can’t you believe me?]
[Tell me as it is. I have no reason to trust you.]
Anyway, I’m unnecessarily picky. I grumbled and watched Hargath’s actions. He was busily wandering around the narrow workshop with the human body.
Like Lucas, who freely controlled the dungeon’s space with a single slate, he also controlled the entire dungeon through this narrow alcove. Of course, there is a vast difference in their dominance.
[I’ve seen how many times you’ve already built a friendly relationship with a hero, even with a magic sword.
No, it’s like this worthless suspicious patient. While talking to me, his hands moved busily. I was able to confirm the change through the interior of the dungeon illuminated from one of the walls of the workshop.
The internal structure of the dungeon is reversed, and test subjects that inherit the incomplete stigma of darkness and ooze darkness from their bodies are released. Countless monsters and traps blocked the hero’s path.
[Even failed films can hold back your ankles for a while. In between······.]
Suddenly.
[If you unlock the seals of the demons protected by the laws of the other world…]
Suddenly. Squeak.
[Still, the barrier with these 20 curses overlapped…]
Suddenly. Squeak. Squeak.
And all of that was cut neatly under the warrior’s blade. All I can see now is his back, but I could feel his bewilderment and astonishment.
For some reason, I felt proud. Our cream is special among the warriors. I haven’t met other heroes properly, but this is a fact that even the Holy Sword acknowledged.
In the first place, the diligent warrior, a rival of the eternal demon king, did not defeat the demon king alone, but received the help of a battle saint. On the other hand, the warrior of peace, or cream, always fought alone and won.
A warm feeling that fills the heart. Is this the heart of parents? No, now is not the time for this. I threw a mind wave at the devastated Hargath’s back.
[Help me?]
[······Help me.]
Cream is also cream, but the holy sword in her hand has been active for the first time in a while, spewing out brilliance with vigour. Demons and laws of the other world that cannot be harmed by normal methods.
However, the unbreakable blade of the holy sword cut them all fairly. Without her, she wouldn’t have been able to proceed so effortlessly, no matter how creamy.
Well, life is inherently irrational. Hargath’s face, belatedly learning life’s bitter lessons, was distorted.
[Okay, shall we try our best?]
I giggled at the sight, then pumped up the darkness from within. Black mist rose like steam over the sword stuck in the floor and filled the narrow alcove.
A negative power that is extremely harmful to living beings. However, even if he wore a human body, the memory of the elder lich he inherited is not decoration. My role was just to replenish fuel.
As I let go of control of the darkness, the aimless, turbid darkness was sucked into Hargath’s fingertips.
[······Huh, this cool and heavy feeling.]
The darkness of the world that makes one a demon king and the darkness derived from the ghosts I deal with are essentially the same power. Perhaps Hargath is the one other than me who can best handle the powers of darkness.
He was once notorious among the demon lords. In the workshop of the elder lich, a giant wrapped in darkness stood up with blue eyes burning.
[It’s been a while. Really.]
Erupting darkness splits from his head, forming a horn-like shape. The Eternal Giant shuddered and waved his hand, and this whole space obeyed his command.
The control over the dungeon remains the same, but the scale of the power exercised has changed. The fragments of the chimeras that the fresh cream tore into twelve pieces wriggled, then vomited black smoke and stuck together.
Innumerable corpses were entangled into one, and a wall of meat, more like a gigantic structure than a creature, proliferated in an instant, blocking the path.
[“Gooooo!”]
The various heads clinging to the wall screamed each other. A messed up chorus. However, even in the rapidly changing situation, Cream just pushed the sword in unwaveringly.
I can’t stand it this time either, and the wall of the meat is torn into dozens of pieces. However, it apparently lasted longer than before. The giant scattered darkness and added strength to his minions.
[This is nonsense… At least this is the amount of power?]
However, even as both hands moved busily, the blinding blue light was glancing at me. Cheeky, cute. I suppressed the laughter that was about to burst out.
Even if you inherited your memories, your body and soul. Its essence does not change. If the opponent was a real monster of the age of the demon king, I wouldn’t be surprised by this much. No, even if I was surprised, I would have controlled myself.
A person who handles excessive power compared to a bowl. It is natural that discrepancies arise as a result. The current Hargas is not a minor villain wearing the mask of a major villain.
[“Wait, this, strength…”]
[“Huh? Master, why is that?”]
[“There, it is.”]
And then, there is no way that a person with only that level could block the hero’s path. So that’s why I’m being mean like this.
By the way, the content of the conversation is a bit unusual. With a serious look on her face, Cream stretched out her fingers and tasted the darkness flowing down the walls of the meat. No, can you tell that you eat it?
[“Master?”]
[“More, faster, let’s go.”]
More than just swinging the sword, the tip of the sword was imbued with enormous divine power, and a blade of flame similar to the one Choco used covered the holy sword and spread widely.
In a fleeting moment, he holds his breath and pulls his arm. The fire blade that fluttered like wings was sharpened, and the moment I swung it, a wave of heat that set everything on fire spread out.
I am not the only one who can provide ‘power’. The sacred power of the near-infinite source that the holy sword embraces. Using it as firewood, Cream set fire to the world.
[Really, this generation of heroes is outrageous.]
A wildly distorted and twisted space burns, and a wide road opens up. The Dark Giant summoned his minions once again, but they turned to ashes before Cream began to express his feelings.
Nothing can stop her anymore. I felt that the bonds of souls were strongly activated. She is coming straight towards me now.
And Hargath knows that too. Looking up at the hardened human face, I smirked.
[Don’t you need more help?]
[·······.]
[I wouldn’t have thought that I would be able to stop the hero to this extent.]
Hargas was silent. However, he doesn’t necessarily have to hear the answer to know. Because I was already convinced.
He knew and feared the existence of a warrior better than anyone else, but Hargas still held his ground. This is the attitude of someone who believes in something.
It’s a means to stop the hero, what the hell is it? Hargas, who had been frozen like a stone statue at the sight of Krim, soon opened his mouth.
[Yes. Borrow your hand one more time.]
I didn’t miss the spot where his gaze passed. A corner of the alcove. A coffin lying quietly as if dead.