156. Trojan horse
[······What?]
If my ears or my brain didn’t go crazy, it must have been the real name of someone I knew. Because I was usually called only by nicknames, now I don’t even realize that it’s a nickname.
How can you forget the name of a highly renowned battle saint? Choco, who is a big fan of the battle saintess, muttered as if surprised.
“Wow, as seen in the portrait…”
If you remove the ominous and blasphemous energy that spreads throughout the body, the appearance of the being that came out of the coffin was holy and spiritual.
Furthermore, in that hand was a hammer made of a demon’s skull. She was the symbol of a battle saint who committed self-mortification to destroy the eternal demon king.
However, the saintess’ hammer was no longer wielded by evil, but by the one who took over her mission.
[Haaah!]
“Kuu!”
The unquenchable fire that wrapped around the holy sword blocked Murphys’ blow. However, after being hit by that attack, Cream took a step backwards for the first time.
Murphys frowned as she looked at the cream-filled sword and the divine power of the sun rising from its tip. As if facing an indescribable dirty filth.
[It’s a dirty and unclean energy…]
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A man who was once a faithful servant of God more than anyone else, who still thinks he is, looks at the beacon of faith and discusses filth.
It was natural. She closed her eyes and felt the world through her senses. For Murphys, who strategized as her dark presence, her divine power would inevitably be felt as an aura that aroused disgust and displeasure.
She didn’t feel the turbid flow of darkness swirling around her body, nor the screams of the ghosts who had been sacrificed within it.
With her eyes closed and her ears blocked, the saintess of the battlefield announces her judgment once again.
Quarrr!
Her darkness wrapped around her raged wildly, and a storm of black current whirled around her body as Murphys. It’s just a crude copy, but it’s a form that is surprisingly similar to the divine power of the stars,
Cream also raised her own strength, not to lose to him. The power of the golden current and the jet-black current interlocked like gears, and a terrifying repulsive force arose through the gap, tearing the space apart.
This place is a relatively fragile subspace compared to the actual reality, a phenomenon that occurs due to dungeon cheating. Crossing the cracks in the cracked space with a scream, the first barrage reached each other.
Crim shot out dozens of lightning harpoons. In response, a line of black thunder burns the air and strikes the earth. A roar exploded and flashes of light flashed everywhere.
[Master!]
Choco, who had transformed into a beast before he knew it, intervened on the battlefield with a roaring mental wave. The electric current tinted in pure white with golden light on her stiff hair crackled, and Choco received the electric shock as it poured into her body.
Two vs. One. Murphy’s gaze swung back to the rambunctious junior. As Choco threw herself to waste her time, Cream’s attack finally hit Murphys first.
However, she didn’t blink an eye even after being hit by a divine thunderbolt that would be incompatible with the being of darkness. Even after Murphys’s death, her saintly body provides herself with powerful divine resistance.
[You have to catch it with a physical attack!]
I let out a pitiful scream as I was thrown behind Cream to escape the storm of electricity. The power that collides in this narrow space right now is truly immeasurable.
Unless it has an indestructible ability like a holy sword, no weapon can survive there. So I couldn’t swallow my regrets and watch their battles from afar.
By the way, what is that? Just as Cream held the holy sword, a blade was bitten into Choco’s mouth, which had turned into a beast. Muffin. In the torrent that nothing could withstand, the blade of the star embraced a brighter light.
[It’s strange…]
A holy sword that called itself a battle saint. Of course, there were a lot of things I wanted to ask her, but at least now wasn’t the time.
Even at this moment, the fierce competition between the hero, the saintess, and the saintess from the past was continuing without a break. In the meantime, I noticed that not only the white lightning but also the black lightning were being sucked into the muffin’s blade.
Even if now is not the right time, there will be many questions to ask later.
[Master!]
“Careful.”
Not only thunderbolts, but any other divine power doesn’t work well for Murphys. She lost her divinity in death, but her entitlement and her favor remained in that body.
There was also no lack of lost divinity. The power passed by Hargath. His life and my darkness filled her body. Perhaps its fighting power is beyond its prime.
However, it was the strongest hero of all time to face the strongest saintess of all time.
[Evil…! Evil…!]
A golden thunderbolt devours a jet-black thunderbolt. Light and darkness. The two opposing forces collide and cancel each other out. What remains after the terrifying destruction has swept away is just a void.
Cream threw her body through the tiny gap. With her holy sword held high, it was clear what she was aiming for. The colorless blade and the pillars of hundreds of colors collided and interlocked.
However, there was an obvious hierarchical relationship between the two arms. The laws of the other world that the battle saint subdued and stuffed one by one. All of those things come out and paint the world in faded colors.
All that confusion and delusion collapsed under the law of inviolability.
[The power·······. I thought it would even cut down the laws of the other world.]
[Muffin・・・・・・.]
The world, which was distorted by the mixing of the laws of the other world, is normalized to its original state by a higher law. A light of dismay flashed across Murphy’s face as he backed away holding a hammer or pole that had been split in half in the middle.
However, the holy sword that performed the amazing miracle looked rather sad. Conversely, as the radiance surrounding her blade grew stronger, a shadow fell on the psychic wave.
[I thought the change in tone was just a side effect of being implanted into the Ego Weapon.]
[·······.]
[Do not try to mislead the servant of God with a false voice! Shepherds do not talk to wolves.]
That’s right. Looking at it this way, it was clear that Murphy’s tone was extremely different from Muffin’s. Unlike Muffin, who was tired and lethargic in everything, Murphy’s voice was full of strength even in death, and religious enthusiasm and holy aura overflowed in it.
It’s a strange thing. I and the others have never met the battle saint, so even so, the holy sword that once traveled with the battle saint doesn’t notice it? Is the difference that big?
[The only thing that will be allowed to you is eternal rest-!]
However, I couldn’t solve the question that I had no way to go on the battlefield where the moment differed from moment to moment. The lightning storms that enveloped each other’s masters dispersed, and two warriors faced each other in the blackened sky.
The hand-to-hand fight was Cream’s advantage. Although her physical abilities are superior to Murphy’s, her cranial hammer is too large and cumbersome to be suitable in close combat. On the other hand, the holy sword in Cream’s hand was at most the size of a longsword.
Avoiding her swinging hammer, Cream stuck close to her and stabbed her sword. Her flashes cross, and Murphys thrusts the handle of her hammer into it, forcing a twist in her path. Kagagak. An unpleasant noise, more like the scraping of some beast’s upper than metal.
Aiming at her collarbone, the path of my stabbed blade twists and a white flash passes across her cheek. A black line was drawn across the cheek of the corpse, who should have died long ago, but now embracing darkness and vibrating vividly. Soon, a dark red darkness like blood formed between them.
The battle saint let out a beast-like roar and swung her hammer towards the cream that approached too closely. An unavoidable blow that occupies all directions in space. Crim’s body, which raised her holy sword at an angle to catch her blow, was pushed behind her. Her shoes scratch the ground, and black soot is carved with the heat of friction.
Grabbing her momentum, Murphys pressed her in. The ground collapsed with the footsteps, and space split apart every time the crossed swords and hammers competed for strength. While Cream braked the battle saintess’ movement, the gifted hunter who had been watching her opportunity jumped in from behind.
Height: four meters. A beast of overwhelming mass puts its own weight on its forepaws and stamps her Murphys. Choco grabbed the tooth that Cream had been holding onto, and Cream, who had been on the defensive a while ago, reversed herself and thrust her sword into Murphy’s chest, which was revealed to be defenseless.
Kagak. However, the body revived under the Elder Lich’s trick was no longer human. The muscles stiffened, the flesh clumped together, and the blade, which had been extending straight toward the heart, stopped midway. At the same time as Murphys let out a shout that bordered on her scream, a violent wave erupted, deflecting all the cream that had stabbed her sword and the chocolate that was holding her back, and forced her to stand up again.
[Oh oh oh oh!]
Cream, who had let go of the holy sword and bounced off, took a fall, rolled lightly a few times, and jumped up from her seat. Ignoring Choco’s jaws thrusting from behind her, Murphys charged at Cream, clutching her hammer which had broken in half. It’s as if he knows who the most dangerous opponent is.
The holy sword stuck in her chest still shines, and it doesn’t block it, so Choco waters it. A thick darkness instead of blood flows down from her torn shoulder. However, her fanatical face seemed painless.
Looking at that absurdly unreasonable fight, I recalled the feelings I had in my human days for the first time in a long time. Me too-
Quaaang!
Just before Murphys, who rushed like a bullet tank, crashed into the cream, a magnificent explosion of light erupted from the holy sword stuck in her chest. Momentum strong enough to shake Murphy and make him retreat.
Continuing battle. A fight that never ends. Yes, I moved my strength while looking at that figure. Although I’m still not strong enough to fight the monster head-to-head.
In the first place, the reason of a demonic sword is not in the excellence of a normal sword. The sharpness to cut anything. Rust-free durability. Good, everything is good
I am strong now even without those things. I was ugly in the deepest pit of the abyss.
[Kuu·······!]
The moment he made up his mind, Murphy’s body, which had not uttered a single groan even though he was going to shed blood and darkness from any wound, staggered at will. She unconsciously placed her hand on her chest.
Not the central wound pierced by the holy sword, but the left side where the heart would be. A corpse that died a long time ago. Even her dark supernatural abilities gave her enormous power, but did not make her heart beat.
[What did you do…!]
Pounding. Just for the first time, Murphy’s heart started beating.
Tump-thump-thump-thump. My heart beats so fast that it beats like it’s about to tear through my skin and jump out. Darkness regurgitated, thin blood pouring from her eyes, nose, and mouth.
Yes. As someone said, I might be a hedonist without measures, or a sadist who gets pleasure from trampling on the sublimity of others. But, at least I’m not an asshole.
I wonder if it’s just plain grumpy. Would I really help out in a conspiracy that could threaten our precious cream?
[Gyaaagh!]
The darkness I gave to Hargas, and Hargas to Murphys. The ghosts that were lurking within it began to rampage like crazy according to my will.
For the first time, the scream of a monster that completely lost its humanity erupted from the mouth of a saintess who was once admired and admired by everyone, but who lost her light and became dark and transformed into a monster.