48. A window that penetrates anything vs. A window that blocks anything
No matter how many threads are connected, there is a far distance between the first and second floors. But Cream didn’t care and pulled the thread, or more precisely, the one holding the thread.
Swaying, the entire red spider web was pulled taut and shook violently, but never broke. Rather, a mental wave mixed with ridicule came along the thread.
[You are foolish to touch my spider web.]
As soon as she finished her words, the red thread Cream was holding broke into several strands and wriggled out of her hand. Soon after, her many forked webs cocooned her.
[hahahaha! How could the enemies of our church fall into their hands so easily? Really… Um?]
[Asshole.]
I laughed at the clown for making hasty judgments. In the first place, on a board where my erosion was not eaten, at least a strand of red thread could pierce the resistance and protection of the hero.
But instead of acting right away, Cream wrapped herself in her cocoon and held her breath. Soon, red webs began pulling up her cocoon.
Cream waited. So, the moment I felt that the cocoon that had risen high enough had crossed a certain boundary, Cream immediately swung at me, tearing her cocoon and jumping out.
[Ow.]
But when she tried to attack the clown to be close, she soon hesitated at the surrounding scenery. Hmmm, maybe we were the ones who were making hasty decisions.
The clown, who must have been holding her thread at first, was lying on the throne of the red spider’s web far away. The ones who greeted us were the demon contractors who seemed to be under his command.
Those whose bodies are twisted like those of arthropods. The moment Cream came out of her cocoon, they fired a red thread at once. The authority of another world that binds life and manipulates the body.
“Suck.”
A sword is not enough. The moment he realized that, Cream drew out the Holy Sword with his other hand and opened the twin swordsmanship. As the traces of light and darkness flew around, the threads fell.
By the way, it’s strange, but if I had predicted Cream’s behavior, I would have known that the thread wouldn’t work. However, when the thread did not work, they foolishly rushed into the body.
Even the color of his eyes has gone bad, and he can never be seen in a normal state. There was no way such guys would dare to be opponents of the hero. Cream spun around in an elegant posture, spraying sword strikes all around him.
“Uh □□□!”
The moment the blade grazed the body, a scream distorted with noise erupted along with black dead blood. The words of those who could not overcome the devil and instead had their souls stolen.
However, although he may be strong against the idiot, he was a clumsy enemy who could not boast of the strength of a devil or the strangeness of a shaman against Cream. Cream, who slaughtered all his men, raised his head.
The fifth floor of the now two-story castle looked almost identical to the collapsed fourth floor. Red spider webs landed everywhere. The difference from the 4th floor was the ‘cocoon’ that was visible here and there.
Me and Cream were able to read the life reaction inside it without difficulty. It was not a demon or a demon contractor, just the heartbeat of an ordinary person.
[Is the viscount in there too?]
“Maybe.”
Thinking about it, the number of corpses was not enough to say that all the knights were dead, but some knights might be in there. The clown flicked his hand as we approached.
Cocoons parted everywhere, and people with their eyes closed came out staggeringly. Regardless of their will, the red thread was forcibly manipulating the body.
Those who slept didn’t care even if their flesh was cracked in places due to excessive body movements and blood flowed from wounds. A wide open phosphorus barrier separated us from the Fool.
[hahahahaha, now. What are you going to do now?]
They are just normal people who are being manipulated by threads. As long as I cut off the red thread with my own power, they will be able to return to normal.
So, what, what?
[Sacred sword, this can’t be helped. Do you know?]
[·······.]
Cream is not without standards. She has a strong obsession with her own, but as much as she has, she already tends to be a little too soft about her own.
Unless her ‘her own’ is about to leave herself. Such exclusivity may be beneficial to those within the good, but manifests as aggressive indifference to those outside the good.
[Huh.]
Even the clown let out a low exclamation as if he was impressed by Cream’s unhesitating action. Cream, who had cut through the phosphorus barrier through questioning and answering, approached the clown in an instant.
The souls extracted by the demonic sword flew away with their dying horses like tails. The speed of her cream was so fast that she looked like a hero leading the ghosts.
[I must do my best.]
Because of the high degree of adaptability to reality, the voice of the high-ranking demon contractor, which had been heard until now, began to break. The body of the guy who received Cream’s blow was pushed all the way back.
Before the clown could straighten his posture, Cream immediately tried to launch a series of attacks, but red spider webs that filled the entire 5th floor rose like waves.
[Try struggling. Bugs!]
I thought iron shavings fell from the clown’s mask, but soon the mask, which had been cracked, finally cracked. The flying fragments were smiling faces.
As if a chrysalis fabled into an imago after a long wait, a pair of wings unfolded from its head. Tightly woven with a red mesh, reminiscent of a butterfly.
After that, it seemed that the shadow of the spider was reflected at first glance, but it soon disappeared as if it was an illusion. The head was shaped like that, but underneath it was still a normal human body, so the appearance was even more grotesque.
[Hero, be careful. The momentum is unusual!]
At the same time as the clown’s wings or head spread, the red spider’s web that was spread across the ground became thicker and thicker. As if they had come to life, the threads raised their heads and aimed at Cream.
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The clown seemed to be at first glance still. However, I did not find it difficult to see its wings wiggling little by little and spilling powder. Assuming that part in position is the head.
It would be more appropriate to view that action now as a different action than preparation for flight. For example, chanting an order. My suspicions were supported by the strange power that swarmed around him.
Whether the opponent is a wizard or a shaman, the way to deal with a spellcaster is not much different. Interrupt the spell or break the head before the spell is complete.
And the hero was both a spellcaster and a warrior at the same time.
While cutting off all the flying threads, Cream took a strange step. At that moment, the misdirected red spider web entangled with other spider webs and flew toward the clown.
However, the difference in dominance could not be overcome. The column of red spider web, which stopped before striking the clown, turned its head again and joined the offensive. The clown was still busy reciting the spell.
[All useless!]
It is also fatal to allow a short gap against Cream. The moment the attack faded for a moment, Cream pierced the red spider web and landed in front of the clown.
At the same time as leading me, the movement of swinging the holy sword was naturally connected. Following the trail of the holy sword, a wave of fire rose and attacked the clown.
[□□□.]
But instead of avoiding the attack, the clown silently covered himself with waves of fire.
[What?]
[Be careful!]
I realize it a step too late. That the spell had already been completed.
The catalyst is a red spider’s web woven with the laws of the other world, his subordinates eaten by demons, and the corpses of innocent people. Finally, his fake body.
Dealing with avatars is one of the two major immortality achieved by shamans along with Lichification. There was no way that a shaman of that level, the great sorcery that the demon contractor had decided and spread would not be light.
Everything sacrificed for witchcraft melts into a thick consistency. It stuck together around the burnt corpse. Even though he was clearly dead, clear mental waves tickled his ears.
[If I could reap the life of a warrior with just one of my faults, it would be a cheap deal.]
[Nonsense!]
[Ha □ ha. Do you really think so?]
Cream seemed to feel threatened as well, so she hurriedly waved her holy power at the bloody mass. But all those attacks had no effect, like sinking into a swamp.
[How could I, a demon contractor, have enemies with the Dark Church? Really stupid, because they followed their god?]
Certainly, I doubted that too. But since he was talking like a third-rate scoundrel, I decided to listen instead of tackling him for now.
[But their knowledge is quite useful. Corrupt the power of the gods, break the protection.]
What?
[Do you think I’m stupid enough to be talking about all this information? Ha ha ha ha ha. This is my last mercy. At least, so that you know what your master is dying from.]
Cream had stopped pouring out her divine power. It was because he realized that the more he attacked the mass of magic, the more it only added to his strength.
However, even with martial arts that had reached the state of the art, and magic with the help of spirits, there was no suitable method to break down that mass of sorcery. The bloody lump swelled and grew in size.
[It’s like a foolish magic sword that dared to enter the light… It’s your turn next.]
[Hey! When did I do that!]
Somehow, I came to serve the hero as my master, but that doesn’t mean I turned around to my inclination. But before I could speak, Cream swung his sword.
It was not a lump of magic, but something transparent that was floating in the air. The eyes of the strange creature that the clown probably used as a relay to watch us from afar.
The moment the two pieces of snow fell to the ground, Alarcus’ mental waves that had been transmitted to them suddenly cut off. And the mass of witchcraft that was controlled by something began to run wild.
[Crazy! Try something!]
[Run away, hero!]
Destroy the divine protection. If that’s true, Cream’s life might be in danger if that spell is consummated! Although it seems incomplete now.
Maybe that’s more dangerous. Because the direction of that runaway power is unpredictable. Cream’s body trembled. Was she scared of her too?
No. As if resonating with the mass of witchcraft, something popped out of Cream’s arms, which were trembling like crazy. I saw the arbitrarily open entrance to the subspace pouch.
[What is it?]
The pouch that Cream usually carried with her property, food, and various treasures. It was because of this that I strongly suggested that I separate from the knights.
Even if you fall behind in this place, considering the capacity of the sub-space, there is no need to worry about supplies. But it wasn’t food that popped out of his pockets at will.
Black cup.
[That one?]
[Obviously obtained from the dungeon of the Dark Church!]
Even if I applied the emotion scroll, no information came out, so I put it in a corner and forgot about it! Why did it come out now?
As if attracted by a magnet, the black cup slowly floated through her air. At the end of the path was a mass of magic in the form of a spear.
It was clearly aimed at Cream’s heart right up until the moment. However, the direction of the tip of the spear was twisted arbitrarily before the cult’s sorcery even matched the protection of the mansin.
The protest of fate is pulled. A spear that contained the corrupted authority and laws of the other world was aimed at the target and fired.