All Warriors Are My Disciples

28. You have to do it

The guy who collapsed on the floor grabs his neck.

Red blood seeps little by little from between your hands.

“Knock off… Knock….”

I could have cut off his head in one shot, but I didn’t.

Damn bastards who love death so much and try to hurt others as well as themselves.

I wanted to let them know that ‘death’ is more miserable than anything else in the world.

It is said that death that even the person himself does not notice is a blessing.

To die while sleeping, or to die before feeling any pain or fear.

A death like that would be a bit unfair, but the word ‘rest’ would be appropriate.

But if you watch yourself dying very slowly.

Feeling the immense pain and the sticky, damp smell of death creeping up.

If you die so slowly, can it really be a rest?

While facing such a miserable end, can we praise the fact of death even then?

“I saved my last breath.”

“Kkeok… Knock….”

“So feel it. How miserable is the death that is said to be so good in fact.”

Every time the heart beats, blood spurts from the half-cut throat.

As it is, it will slowly, very slowly die.

The end of my life that even I can very clearly recognize.

No glory, no honor, no religious convictions.

No matter how you die, no matter what thoughts you have towards the end, in the end death is just a nightmare.

“Keep it off!”

“Ghehehe!”

And other demon worshipers besides this man were also experiencing that misery.

Every time Iris swung her sword, blood splattered here and there.

Aiming only at the vital points and ending the life neatly.

Otherwise, it was targeting the tendons of the limbs and making it impossible to move.

I even thought of helping him if he was struggling.

It’s a completely different matter between just sparring and fighting that really takes people’s lives.

Cutting someone’s flesh, causing them to bleed, taking their life.

When I first grabbed the sword, I also suffered a great deal of pain from that part.

In the end, though, those senses have dulled a lot as time passed.

Iris is still new to everything or experienced once or twice.

Because of that, even if he wandered off, I had the intention of helping him without scolding him too much.

But, did you say that even if it rots, it’s a cuttlefish?

In the end, as if he were shouting that he was also a hero, he is doing his job well against the janitors.

“aaa!!”

A woman with one eye as a bonus.

I was fighting a fierce battle with a demon worshiper who was holding my family hostage.

The cultists are said to be a group of talented people in their own right.

Anyway, from this side’s point of view, they’re all just there.

Among the devil worshipers, those who become bishops are still at the mid-boss level.

The members of the Dark Group who stand by it are probably at the level of followers following disciples.

But the janitors here aren’t even up to that level.

The only thing he knows how to do is kidnap people, hold them hostage, and threaten them.

It was to focus on making the world even more confused while using it in various ways.

Doo-doo-doo-

“….”

Anyway, it seems that not all of them are fighting here.

I felt a group of people running from afar.

Perhaps they noticed the commotion and raked in all the drunken worshippers.

I turned my head and checked Iris.

Fighting well, but there are still well over ten demon worshipers left.

If more of them flock in this state, Iris may become physically exhausted first.

He let out a light sigh and drew the sword of the man whose throat was cut.

As if he had died a long time ago, without a sound of breath, he was stuck in a puddle of blood I made.

That’s the death you all wanted so much, so I hope you greeted it with a smile.

“Those who reject the one and only!”

“I will give rest to those who do not realize the truth!”

In front of me, I see something with sharp edges flashing in the light hem.

Each of them is a sword or a spear, but they are holding proper weapons.

In the game, I only had strange weapons, so I wonder if I’ve upgraded it a bit here.

It seemed that there were enough people who could fight.

Chaeng, Chaeng-.

Try lightly hitting the man’s sword against the wall.

Seeing that the sound is very muddy, it seems that the quality of the sword is very low.

Originally, he would have thrown it at me, saying that he was carrying something like a sword.

In this situation, there is no better guy than this.

Concentrate your mind and concentrate the energy that used to circulate throughout your body in one place.

A flow of qi that was obtained thanks to Master, gushing out like it was about to explode.

Gathering those energies one by one, he passed his hand and drove them to the sword he was holding.

A sword of good quality can last long enough.

It resonates with the energy of the person who wields the sword, cutting through even steel with light tremors.

However, a poorly made low-quality sword can easily crack even at this level.

If you collide with an enemy weapon in this state, the sword will shatter shortly after.

If that’s the case, if you infuse more energy in that state and explode the sword as it is.

What would happen if you used it in multiple battles like that?

The first to experiment with this kind of curiosity was none other than Master.

‘This is a skill I had fun with when I was fighting Sapa. Swords were everywhere anyway, and all of them were terrible things to call trophies, so it was an appropriate method.’

… Great!-

Incontinence begins to go to the central part of the blade, where impurities are mixed.

The blue energy spreads out more and more from there, causing cracks in the sword.

“Yaaa!!”

The demon worshipers’ voices are getting closer and closer.

They must have heard that sound, and the guys who fought against Iris fought hard.

To see those who praised death so much fight for their lives.

This is why no one can play a villain, because you always have to fight your own contradictions.

It would be more reasonable to die together with a knife in the mouth.

Pass….

Blue energy escapes from the sword that no longer holds energy.

Like a smoke-breathing bomb right before it explodes, the sword that has reached its limit is aimed forward.

And the moment I saw the faces of those guys reeking of stink in front of me.

Finally, a ray of energy was blown into the tip of the sword again.

… Bang!

f*ck! BURBBUCK!!-

The sound of something breaking. And you hear the sound of getting stuck, tearing, and splashing liquid.

A moment of silence continues in the tumultuous underground cavity.

After that, I heard no more shouting or running.

All I can feel is the shady smell of death that demon worshipers so longed for.

There is a clear scattering mark on the wall, and the blood flowing down the front is quite grotesque.

Now, I roughly threw the sword with only the handle on the floor and looked back.

I wonder if they were quite shocked, let alone the one-eyed woman and the demon worshippers.

Even Iris could be seen sighing, saying, “Ugh.”

“What are you doing? Disciple.”

“Yes, yes?”

“You are playing with your hands.”

“… Ah!”

After shedding her sighs, Iris punches her again.

Thanks to that, the devil’s worshiper’s corn flew everywhere.

“Kuk, kuk, kuk….”

I was watching them fall one by one by Iris’ hand.

A faint breathing sound came from behind.

It seems there was one guy who was lucky enough to survive being hit by it.

Each fragment of the sword was filled with energy, so it must have been at the same level as a bullet.

Fortunately, it seemed that he barely survived because he was at the most rear end.

“Yes, you bastard… identity….”

I wonder if it’s an unavoidable limitation.

Every line that comes out is there, there is nothing different from the game.

I know this is a very natural reaction, but what can I say? It’s a bit cold.

“… Kkeuk! Did you kill all your brothers?”

“As you can see. All dead Since death is the best resting place you speak of, isn’t it a good thing?”

“I will give you that resting place too. Ha ha, ha ha ha… ! Foolish. Thanks to you….”

“I know everything. I couldn’t offer other people’s blood, but I did it with your own blood instead. Intermediate monsters now. If you’re lucky, you might be able to summon even a high-level monster.”

The laughter of the demon worshiper who was giggling at my words suddenly stopped.

He shrugs his shoulders at the look in his eyes asking how you know that.

“I wonder if he came all the way here without knowing that?”

“… How could you….”

“Okay, hurry up and summon the monster. We need to raise more of our pupils.”

The method of summoning monsters is simple.

The group that wants to call them, and the price they deserve.

It is only natural that the price mentioned here is ‘blood’.

Catch any blade that has fallen beside you.

And then, without hesitation, I inserted it into the vicinity of the living thing’s heart.

“Oops! Knock… ! Kkeuk! Uh, stupid guy… !”

“Why? To be killed by someone rather than to take one’s own life. Is it because the possibility of higher rank monsters appearing at that time increases? I know that too. So you don’t have to worry.”

“That, knowing that… I-I say this… ?”

“I’m going to bring it out, let’s ask for a high-level monster instead of an intermediate-level monster. Make the disciple suffer.”

With that said, I removed the blade from the bastard’s chest.

Shortly, blood spurted out vigorously, and the creature trembled and died.

After that, his body instantly turned red and began to slowly suck the blood that flowed around him.

Perhaps the blood spread around them was not enough, even the blood of the demon worshipers defeated by Iris and the One-Eyed Woman.

The red water that had been scattered in the underground cavity was gathering in one place.

The bloody water simmers and forms a shape resembling a liquid monster, slime.

Then it formed a little more specific shape, and eventually appeared in front of us in the form of an unidentifiable, quite grotesque monster.

“What is this….”

“Iris.”

“Yes, Master!”

“The next test. Take that, you alone.”

“… Yes?”

“The monster that is about to come out, catch it yourself.”

At my words, Iris showed a slightly puzzled expression.

Even at a glance, she looks different from the monsters she used to kill.

It’s not just what it looks like.

Iris must have noticed it vaguely by now.

That he’s a very strong guy, completely different from the monsters he’s dealt with so far.

She said that if she did as she did, she could be the opposite.

“Can you do it?”

You should be able to.

No, we have to do it.

If you can’t overcome even that level of monster, you can’t be called my disciple.

You cannot be said to be a hero chosen by the world.

This is not a mountain to be climbed, but a path to be walked.

Can he really do it without hesitation?

There were a lot of regrets I had seen so far.

Can you really pass this test without a single mistake?

“… Yes. I could. I will definitely do it.”

Yes. That’s how you can be called a warrior.

Only then will we be able to survive in this crazy world.