I Can’t Run Away From the Girl Who Saved Me

203 – The End (5)

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When a darkness so intense that it could not be compared to the sleepiness that came over my tired body engulfed my consciousness, I could instinctively realize that this was death.

It was right in front of my nose,

There was only one step left to kill the Demon King, save humanity, and fix the broken fate.

I was so upset and frustrated that it ended like this.

But the great wave of death that so easily erased even the most intensely burning emotions seemed to have no regard for my circumstances.

Despair at not achieving his goal, sadness at having to leave Sylvia behind, pain at not being able to properly talk to Sister Maria, and guilt at having made Sister Alice’s sacrifice in vain.

And even the faintest hope of seeing my family again.

In front of the black waves that swallowed up my consciousness, I just sank into the darkness without even being able to light a single spark.

As those passionate emotions are swallowed up, all the senses in my body also disappear into the other side of the world.

My vision is swallowed by darkness, and I can’t hear even the sound of the wind in my ears.

It felt like everything that touched my skin was disappearing.

I knew this feeling.

Because it was already the second time.

This time, it’s really over.

The moment I thought that.

I opened my eyes.

“…ugh,”

As if the morning sunlight streaming through the bright brown window frames was dazzling and waking me up, I opened my eyes, unable to bear the light pouring in from beyond my tightly closed eyelids any longer.

What’s going on?

Wasn’t I dead?

Or is this the light of heaven?

I thought I was destined for hell, but I guess I ended up in heaven.

Even as I absentmindedly rubbed my eyes with that thought, my vision, which had been blurry and shaking due to the extremely bright light, gradually began to become accustomed to my surroundings.

I was falling to the floor, and someone grabbed my arm before I fell completely.

The rough hand that held my arm was very bright.

It was a light not from the color of her transparent, pale skin, but from the golden glow she emitted.

Let’s slowly raise our sights, following the dazzling hand, and there it is.

The saint, the warrior.

There stood Alice, her auburn hair fluttering in the wind.

“… Alice… Sister?”

The sight of Sister Alice holding me with one hand and stabbing the hideous Demon King with the holy sword in the other reminded me of the legendary warrior I had seen in fairy tales.

The immense divine power that continuously flows from Sister Alice’s hand that holds my arm.

The divine energy that spreads to every corner of my body slowly heals the body that the magic had scratched.

“How… ugh,”

I tried to say something, but then something sticky welled up in the back of my throat.

I just dropped my head and spit it out.

A thick, sticky, black snot-like substance poured out and fell to the floor with a splashing sound.

It was a big lump of blood.

As soon as I spit it out, I felt like my breathing became easier.

“Cough, cough, ugh… haaah…”

I am alive.

Again.

“Saint…!”

The Demon King’s already ominous voice was further distorted by shock.

The demon lord who had been able to take Sylvia’s sword with his bare body and not flinch even after being slashed hundreds of times, was now unable to move at all from that one sword that had stabbed his chest.

As the green lady said, the failure of the previous warrior party was due to the absence of the saint.

Even if you have the power to overwhelm the Demon King, it’s the same as not having a weapon to kill the Demon King.

In this broken fate, there were no saints, and now even the goddess cult had collapsed, and the goddess herself had lost most of her power in exchange for intervening directly in this world and informing the Pope of the crisis.

But now, at this moment.

The last blade of the goddess who loved humanity reached the Demon King.

The creator of this world condemned the demon king who carried the outside god on his back.

And the blade of that goddess was named Alice Goldfield.

“How could this happen!”

“Thanks to that b*tch, I got used to lying dead.”

Sister Alice, as always, growled in her characteristic tone of voice that clearly showed her boiling anger.

The Demon King, whose reptilian face was difficult to read, shouted in a rare display of bewilderment and confusion.

“Big profit!”

The Demon King struggled and screamed strangely.

Every time that happened, Sister Alice’s body shook without mercy.

Upon closer inspection, I saw that she wasn’t standing.

All that was left was a chest, two shoulders, two arms extending down from the mechanical heart, and a face torn in half.

There was nothing below the brow.

In fact, the one who stabbed the Demon King in the chest was the one who was hanging in the middle, holding on tightly to the handle and my arm that was about to fall to the floor.

“… Sister.”

“…”

The Demon King’s hand tried to pull out the Holy Sword, but every time, his hand only repeated miserable mistakes.

It seemed like it was impossible to touch.

The Demon King struggled, then lifted both feet up and kicked Sister Alice on both shoulders.

“Huh!”

The Holy Sword slipped out of the Demon King’s body due to the recoil, and the Demon King took advantage of the gap to fall back, rolling heavily on the ground.

In an instant, Sister Alice’s body lost one of her supports and fell headfirst toward the floor.

I pulled Sister Alice’s arm and hugged her upper body.

“Sister…”

“Sorry… I’m really late, huh?”

“… No, it’s okay.”

I lifted Sister Alice’s upper body as if I was holding a child.

Sister Alice, who had been staring intently at my face, smiled faintly and slowly covered her brilliant golden eyes with her eyelids as she spoke.

“…Ash, we don’t have time.”

“Okay, tell me what I should do.”

There’s so much I want to say.

But there was no time.

The Demon King was injured.

Now, this moment was an opportunity that, if missed, might not come again, or perhaps never.

“… Really, it’s a shame, but… As you can see, I can’t fight. My body won’t regenerate any further.”

“huh…”

“therefore…”

Sister Alice’s gaze turned to the side.

There was Sylvia who had collapsed and her older sister Maria holding her.

But sadly, Sister Maria was not reflected in Sister Alice’s eyes.

“We need to wake that motherfucker up.”

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The Demon King groaned.

The sword that the warrior swung with divine power was painful, but the pain could be sufficiently suppressed with magic, and regeneration was easy.

After all, this was his room overflowing with magic energy, and the thing spitting out that thick magic energy was his own breath, so in reality, he was practically an unkillable being.

But, that holy sword is different.

Divine power is the creative power of the goddess.

Unlike the ordinary divine power that was merely borrowed from fragments, the divine power flowing from the sword and heart was the power of the goddess itself.

Same divine power, but different quality.

A disgusting power that can purify a lake-sized amount of magic with just one drop.

The Demon King, having tasted the overwhelming concentration of divine power, felt a great absurdity.

It was a power that made it so that the Demon King could never defeat the Hero, just like in a fairy tale made up by humans.

“Don’t make me laugh. It’s already all over…”

The Demon King barely managed to get up, trembling.

The divine power remaining in the wound that stabbed my heart was so painful.

It felt like they were constantly pouring lava into the wound.

The Demon King felt his vision becoming dizzy.

“Human, demon, and goddess! What more do you plan on doing when everything has already fallen apart? Disgusting ambition… It’s all the same.”

The demon king prayed.

Not to the goddess of humanity who oppresses and kills those who are demons, or to the god of the demons who allows a barbaric order where superiority is determined only by power, but to his own god.

To his god who gave strength to the lizardman, who was looked down on because he had no horns and had little magic power, and allowed him to usurp the position of Demon King.

I prayed earnestly for the strength to overcome this crisis.

God has never turned away from prayer.

“…!”

The Demon King pulled out hundreds and thousands of tentacles from his body.

Perhaps because he had pulled out so many tentacles, the Demon King’s emaciated skeleton began to gradually twist.

The shoulders rolled inward and the long arms gradually became shorter.

The pelvis was pushed into the spine, pressing against it, and the spine was rounded under the pressure.

The Demon King, unable to stand on his own two legs, lost his balance and fell forward.

The arms that had been firmly supporting the ground gradually transformed into forelegs, and the saggy skin was all split open, spewing thick blood.

Tentacles stretched out from all over the body and the flesh split and turned into earthworms, tangled together like ropes.

The tangled tentacles took shape and slowly hardened.

“Kiaaak”

The Demon King screamed.

No, it was a roar that sounded like a scream.

Her sunken shoulders, short arms, and legs protruding from either side of her deformed pelvis were firmly planted on the floor.

The tentacles became giant wings.

It even has that reptilian face that it originally had.

The Demon King’s appearance was unmistakably that of a dragon.

The Demon King instinctively realized what he had to do.

“…!”

Both my arms and legs pushed off the ground with force.

At the same time, the wings powerfully cut through the air and the Demon King’s body rose into the air.

The Demon King rushed straight towards the window.

Get out of here.

Not only was his own body already a mess, but so was his partner.

Sylvia has collapsed, the saintess is a dummy with only the upper body, and the spirit sorcerer is also contaminated with magic and is on the verge of death.

They were already in no condition to return to normal body.

Just by stalling for time, they all die.

But the Demon King is different.

If I had enough time, I could recover again.

Like the cocoon that melted and recreated its own body, it could also use its own special magic mixed with spirit magic.

Moreover, humanity is already on the verge of destruction.

There will never be another warrior like them again.

If you break the window and fly into the sky, you win.

“…!”

But, just before hitting the window.

The Demon King’s body began to collapse.

The Demon King flailed his body as he fell.

Let’s turn our gaze back to see what’s going on,

“After making Ash like that,”

Sylvia’s eyes were shining as she jumped up to the Demon King’s eye level and cut off his wings with a single stroke of her sword.

“Where are you going?”

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