47. A splendid red thread wraps around me
“······You try to be nice to me, but you make me angry.”
[What do you say, do you like this area?]
However, unlike his bravado, the clown clung to the ceiling to avoid attack. Even if the entire body was wrapped in a gorgeous red thread, the appearance was frankly a bit ugly.
Like a frog, it’s sprawled out and clings to the ceiling! It looked more like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web than a butterfly manipulating it.
[Ha, are you the only one who can pretend to be cool?]
The subject who ran away because he was afraid of an attack, and managed to keep his form like that! Feeling competitive, I turned on the effect after a long time. Darkness leaked out from the sword body.
“Don’t, don’t.”
[Yes.]
And then I got a compliment from Cream… As soon as I got dark, Cream threw ice spears at the clown. However, most of them did no damage and were blocked.
No matter how strong the hero is, since the distance is so far, he cannot project proper firepower. It was at this moment that Cream raised his eyebrows and took a leaping stance.
“I won’t look at you anymore.”
[Hey, so you’ve been suffering until now because you watched?]
“-That, the 4th cult of the Dark Church.”
I continued to tackle him like that, but the clown shamelessly introduced himself. So I’m not curious, it was the moment when Cream’s body soared into the air after kicking off the ground.
Kung. The whole castle shook. Thump. Once more. Soon, the cobwebs that were entwined around the clown came out one by one and began to fall to the ground in the form of a huge column.
[In the name of Alacus Demogorgon!]
A terrifying mental wave, like a monster screaming, shook the whole world. Red cobwebs, which should now be called pillars rather than threads, were entrenched in the ground here and there.
And through the cracks in the countless red threads, I saw a clown running through a hole in the ceiling. No, are you showing off your form like that?
But I couldn’t even laugh heartily at him. From the place where the red pillar is stuck. An ominous noise was heard. Soon, cracks started running all over the floor of the 4th floor.
[Isn’t it?]
“Right, seems, looks like.”
[Quaaa! You crazy bastard!]
The moment Choco, who had been chewing on the giant’s corpse, ran to Cream in fright, the entire floor collapsed. Crim started to fall, clutching the collar of an animal several times his size.
It wasn’t just the 4th floor. The entire castle was collapsing, except for the fifth floor, which the clown had broken through. 1St to 4th floors. Everything fell into a clump with a pitchfork.
[Noisy!]
I was screaming all the time, but shyly shut my mouth at Choco’s bruise. Even in the midst of the fall, Cream was perfectly calm. Still clutching a huge beast in one hand.
She was slowing her fall in real time, leaping back onto the falling floor debris or the ice platform she created herself. Soon, we settled on the first floor.
[Something seems to have changed?]
[You’re cheating again! Something like a f*cking clown!]
This is why I hate demon contractors. Avoiding a head-to-head match, playing around like this.
Obviously, the first floor, which had managed to maintain the appearance of a castle when first entered, had turned into a huge plaza. In that endlessly wide space, things that fell and were smashed formed a maze.
“Knights, are you all right?”
[Well, wouldn’t it be dead? If he was alive, he would be with the holy sword.]
5Th floor. No, the stairs leading to the second floor were nowhere to be seen, and the ceiling was too high, so it was a group of people who went up immediately. After looking around for a while, we soon started walking aimlessly.
[Find the holy sword?]
“······Yes, knights.”
[With your skills, you can easily find the location with the binding of the soul, right? No, wait. Originally, only one could be bound, right?]
An ego item like me that has a soul in an object is incomplete. Therefore, we fill in the imperfections of the soul by parasitizing on a life with a whole soul.
And no matter how perfect a soul is, it is difficult to deal with several imperfect souls. In other words, at the point of bonding with me, Cream can no longer accept other ego items.
No, I was confused because it always seemed like a warrior’s exclusive weapon. By the way, then how is Cream going to find the holy sword? Even though I close my eyes
“I found it.”
How the hell? I get scared sometimes whenever he does that. Cream opened her eyes, raised her head like a sniffing hound, and started running.
Choco, who was wandering around in the aftermath of the free fall, belatedly followed. As she had promised, a holy sword was pierced at the place where a human and a beast ran and reached.
[Hero.]
Spiritual waves flew from the Holy Sword as if they felt our approach. After a moment of silence, she spoke again as we got closer.
[Please cancel the spell.]
The holy sword was inserted in the center of the translucent golden dome. To be precise, the dome itself was supported by the power of the holy sword itself. With the divine power of the source she embraced.
As the dome got closer, the interior began to become clear. No, I thought the dome was mottled somehow. Someone from inside the dome, limp like a corpse, raised his head.
It was an article that informed us in Robbins of the news of Haire with a familiar presence.
“…Are you here?”
A wildly cracked voice. Contrary to that weak voice, however, the light in his eyes burning through the helmet’s eye sockets was hideous.
The golden dome that protected the knights did not push its owner away. The moment Cream stepped inside the dome, her spell collapsed and golden energy was sucked into the holy sword.
Cream approached her Holy Sword and pulled her out. Her knight did not even move until the moment she returned her holy sword and put it on her waist, aiming at her pure black blade.
“Hero, do you remember me?”
His arm moved slowly. As if to show that there is no intent to attack. He took off his own helmet and dropped it with his blood-curdled hand.
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Soon after that, the face was revealed. The face of a young and stalwart knight. He is right…
[Eh, who are you?]
“As expected, it seemed like you couldn’t remember.”
At first, the face, which seemed quite calm, was frighteningly distorted. It wasn’t that the knight suddenly turned into a monster. A face twisted with malice, a face that only humans can make.
I took my eyes off the knight’s face and looked around. In the camp prepared for the wounded knights to rest, there was no one alive except for that knight who greeted us.
All the knights were lying dead with painful faces on their faces. What killed them was not a monster from another world or an unknown threat, but the sword of a comrade, oozing with blood and guts.
“So, do you remember Jacob?”
As he gnashed his teeth and spat out again, a memory flashed through my mind. Aha, the friend who recently switched to a host after using it for a while?
[Well, the name Jacob is too common. Which Jacob are you talking about? Jacob, the commander of the northern wall, who stopped the invasion of the orcs? Jacob, who was a great warrior but had concubines wherever he went, and eventually died as a fortune teller? Or not······.]
As I was reciting the memories of the old masters, I lowered my voice at some point. At the same time, instead of darkness, a shimmering aura began to rise from my sword body.
[You mean Jacob, the poor mercenary who mistook the great knight for a friend?]
I can’t enter my unconscious in this situation, so I summon a suitable specter from the border of my consciousness. Conditions are human male, and not too young or too old.
Robin, who was about to jump at me momentarily, flinched and stopped. In the meantime, the aura that bloomed soon became a specter with distinct features and swam in the air.
[Robin, you son of a b*tch will go into this orc dung! I considered you a brother!]
The ghost’s face is not the face of the host I captured, and the voice I imitate doesn’t even resemble Jacob’s. Even so, the knight stopped as if struck by lightning.
Maybe it’s because even though everything else was different, the rough and rugged mercenary’s unique way of expressing his sincerity was similar.
[How much have I done for you so far? Have I ever asked you for my service and dedication in return? I just, if I die, at least you’ll take care of it…]
“Shut up!”
The moment he stabbed the painful part, the knight’s eyes flipped over. However, even with a sane mind, he lost his composure and rushed at him, so there was no way he could be an opponent. The knight fell to his knees in an instant.
I remember that article. A friend of one of the bodies I used as a host when I escaped from the hero. FYI, its flesh was cut in half by Cream.
[Well, it was strange.]
Cream doesn’t hide that he’s a warrior, but he doesn’t reveal it unless it’s necessary. Even if it was announced, in this world without the internet, people couldn’t properly know about the hero.
Of course, few people would connect the owner of the Ice Firm with the hero because of their similar appearance.
Everything was a trap to attract the hero to this place.
“We couldn’t recover your body, but at least revenge…”
The knight, who was wounded in both ankles by Cream’s sword attack, could not stand up properly. Something popped out of Robin’s body as he muttered something while shedding bloody tears.
[This again?]
A red cobweb close to blood vessels. However, perhaps because he wasn’t a demon contractor, that power couldn’t even transform Robin’s body. Instead, like a marionette dangling from his thread, his body moved wildly.
Even if his ankle wasn’t cut off, he wouldn’t be able to move properly because of the severe wound, but it seemed that some unknown force was forcibly pulling his body. The knight on his knees stood up again and took hold of his sword.
Behind his back, red webs pulsated like veins. The thread that first came out of his body stretched long before he knew it and continued to the ceiling of the second floor.
“Brotherly grudge! Blood revenge!”
Howling like a berserker, Robin brandished his sword.
However, even with unknown powers on their backs, the difference between Cream and Robin is absolute. The difference between each other’s skills is overwhelming before considering the size of power.
As if a child and an adult were playing together, the jokjok cream that Robin swiped at the sword spilled out without much effort. Conversely, the swords that Cream stabbed each time left different scars.
An action not seen in the usual Cream. Even though he knew that cutting the thread would kill him in one shot, Cream deliberately protracted the battle.
“Jacob! Jacob! Jacob!”
In place of the half-cut sword, I pulled out my leg bone and swung it, squeezing out my heartbeat in place of my vocal cords that had ruptured while resting, and the meat doll repeated the same scream as if it were broken.
“Are you in a bad mood?”
It was already a wound that would not be enough even if he died, but the red thread that entwined his whole body was forcibly holding Robin’s life. Cream carefully and leisurely floated the cloth into a living human body.
“You never know! Because you were born strong! You’ve never experienced the despair of losing something!”
“I feel bad, I want it to be good.”
However, Cream, ignoring all the words of curse that Robin, who felt defeat, uttered in desperation, put an innocent smile on her face.
“I was, terribly, in a bad mood.”
Finally, Cream swung me towards his thread. Just in time, I exploded my power, and the dark blade simultaneously cut through Robin’s neck and the red thread that connected his body.
Ignoring the rolling of his head, I grabbed the red thread that fluttered with the cream cut off. Her gaze went to the second floor, at the end of the red spider web.
“Wait there.”
Black eyes stained with the starlight of the universe and a void that could not be filled even by the starlight stared through the hole in the ceiling at the eight eyes hardened like inorganic matter without any blinking.