It’s a Magic Sword, but the Hero Is Obsessed With It

19. He lost but fought well

The moment his body took fatal damage, black ice wrapped around his body shot in all directions. Avoiding the storm of scattered ice fragments, the warrior let go of the head he was holding and stepped back.

Because he was born a beastman with excellent regenerative power, or he was still a transcendent man, Lucas didn’t die that much. He shook his head roughly.

[How, how can a saint gain this much power…? Yes, you were not a saint.]

[We never said we were saints, right?]

[You should have recognized that sword when you saw it.]

Lucas glanced at us behind us. There was a holy sword, the symbol of a warrior, emitting light and protecting adventurers.

[Yes, you were a warrior! I don’t know why I didn’t use the sword, but it worked rather well.]

Lucas, who had spread his distance, roared enough to make the entire dungeon reverberate. His ice was pulled out, and the black castle was again covered over his bare body.

Lucas, who armed me with ice that was more hideous and sharper than a little bit, charged me once again. However, the direction was different from before.

[I will kill you, and I will become the demon king of this era-!]

In Lucas’ hand, he was holding a slate that was shiny black. As he ran again and split the air with his hand holding the stone slab, the darkness of space split open and a gap was revealed.

I wondered because there were no related attributes, but you were controlling the dungeon through an item! The place where Lucas reappeared after opening a gap and jumping over the space was behind the hero.

Are you trying to attack the hero from behind? However, the place where Lucas’s speed was headed was not the warriors, but the adventurers huddled together toward one place.

“Hee!”

[It was a short time, but it was fun.]

As I, who had neither the ability nor the thought to save, said my final goodbyes to them, Lucas reached out. Where that hand extends…

[I can’t handle even one of my weapons as I become a warrior! It’s too much for you, I’ll take it!]

No, that asshole is real. Surprisingly, what Lucas reached out to were not the adventurers, but the holy sword. A hairy hand gripped the holy sword tightly.

His hand was burned from contact with a superstar being. But Lucas didn’t care, and rather tried to corrupt the holy sword with his own cursed divine power.

A corrupted holy sword. Yes, if you can do it, it will be a really powerful weapon of evil. If only i could

[I feel bad!]

With a girlish scream, the black ice wrapped around the holy sword stunned. Cracked. Soon, a terrifying radiance exploded and blew away any beast that dared touch it.

The holy sword has no special power, just the divine power of the source. There is no destructive power in the divine power that is not affected by the three gods, but it was a different story only for the existence of the superstar.

The black ice that covered his whole body melted, and his skin boiled as if he had been touched by a high-temperature fire. And, behind him screaming in pain, the hero landed softly.

The hero did not stand by and watch the ugliness. Just waiting for the best opportunity.

Suddenly.

The hero raised his blade and swung lightly. That simple action cut through the leather that even the most famous sword could not cut, and cut the soft and weak mass of flesh in two.

The hero lightly pulled his hand away from Lucas’s body. There was still not a single drop of blood on that white and beautiful body. As it was, the two pieces of the body collapsed in vain.

[Oops, stupid, like…]

That was the end. The high-ranking priest of the Dark Church and the master of this huge dungeon, the old prisoner, met his end like that. Silence prevailed.

I was worried because it looked so brutal, but it ended so blandly. It was the moment when I opened my mouth in relief.

“Did you get rid of it…?”

The sorcerer, who couldn’t stand Lucas’ force and fainted and then woke up again, raised his head cautiously and asked us a question in a voice as soft as a finch.

And then, the body that had been frozen in pieces began to wriggle again.

[I can’t go on like this. How could he receive his palace in such an ugly way…]

The body was dead, but the soul was still burning its will. Because it was such a powerful soul, now that I was sealed, I couldn’t recklessly absorb that soul.

[Stop!]

No, that’s frustrating. No matter how much I shouted, the hero only looked at Lucas’s madness with curious eyes and seemed unwilling to disturb him.

In the meantime, Lucas’ body began to change. The body, torn in two, lost its shape and collapsed, gathered around the black slate and took shape again.

That’s no longer a person, no. It wasn’t even a prisoner. The spirits wandering around the dungeon let out faint screams and were sucked into him, and soon the newly born monster stood tall.

“I haven’t seen anything like that in the encyclopedia.”

It’s more than half the size of an ogre. The twitching muscles were covered with jet-black hair that wriggled like tentacles, and a cloudy glow leaked from the parts that couldn’t be covered by the hair.

Three pairs of splendid horns stretched out like a crown on a head resembling that of a black goat. From each of its three forked tails, a snake’s head ran, hissing and dancing.

Instinctively intuition. This is Lucas’ true strength. The power exerted at the cost of death that even he himself could not bring out at will, which was far short of having the status of a transcendent.

[Geuuu·······.]

It couldn’t even pronounce human language anymore. It just indiscriminately spreads mental waves containing furious intent to kill and anger like a beast.

But the momentum emanating from that body is genuine. Even the warrior will not be able to take out his hidden power now. The warrior drew his sword.

······Uh, so me.

[No, wait. What are you doing? Wasn’t it time to fight seriously?]

As many say, we are the best. If you add a magic sword to a hero, instead of increasing his strength, it will be cut to less than half. We are truly a nuisance to each other.

So you didn’t even bother to use me this time, but why are you here now! I’m embarrassed to mess with a guy like that.

“Seriously, fight, will.”

Yes, the warrior’s expression looked more serious than ever. However, as long as you hold me up with any expression, that fight will be no more than a joke!

If the warrior exerts his strength while holding me, I will not be able to withstand it and will be crushed. A warrior who seems to care about me won’t do that, right? Please.

“Keep looking at other people.”

[Sorry! Sorry! Help me!]

However, the hero clearly ignored my words and pointed me at the black goat monster. The corners of her mouth drew an arc slowly.

“Show me, I’ll give it to you.”

Certainly, the ugly face of the transformed Lucas was clearly visible. It’s not scary, but now it’s ugly that makes you feel any wonder or mystery of the universe.

“What kind of person is your master?”

When she looked at that face and saw the warrior-like beautiful girl, she felt purified… It’s not like, no!

But ignoring my silent screams, the hero kicked his feet. The moment those tiny toes pushed off the ground, we were right in front of Lucas.

However, unlike being helpless, Transformed Lucas reacted immediately to the movement. Just as the hero had grabbed Lucas’ head earlier, this time Lucas grabbed me with his fingers.

Originally, with the power of a hero, you could cut it with just one finger, but it must be difficult while handling me. The greatest strength of the hero is that faith cannot be used, and even other powers are greatly weakened.

[Hero! It’s dangerous!]

[Leave me alone and fight me!]

However, the hero twisted the blade, ignoring the screams of me and the holy sword. The blunt blade ripped through the black goat’s hard hide and let out a scream.

A terrifying pressure was applied to the blade, forcing his muscles to squeeze with unbelievable force. I screamed as if the whole world had turned into a press and tried to grind me down.

[Quaaagh!]

Because a mental wave that transcends a certain line has its own physical force, the cries that were close to my binge made my muscles crack open. The hero leisurely pulled out the blade through the gap.

It’s not actually broken, but it feels like my body and mind are in tatters. As the hero stepped back, three snake tails bared their fangs and tried to bite the hero.

“Suck.”

Short spirits, stopped breathing. And at the same moment, three different sword strikes cut exactly three heads. The snakes fall with a terrible death thud.

Even though I only cut part of my body, my soul flowed into me. The soul that independently moved that goat monster was probably Lucas, but his body was an aggregate of countless souls.

As each body is controlled by a different soul, it draws irregular movements and drives the hero into a corner. The Holy Sword screamed.

[Hero!]

The tense battle situation. But I couldn’t feel any fear or tension in her heart. What I feel is leisure, joy, and a bit of excitement.

I twist my shoulder to dodge the hair shooting like a spear, open my hand to receive a fist with the power to break a huge stone, pierce through the tightly tangled skin like armor, and thrust my sword into it once more.

As a human who was once a warrior, as well as a demonic sword that has cut the throats of many warriors, you can’t help but admire his skill. There was a certain prowess in her martial arts that the warrior could not explain with just talent.

Although she herself is not aware of it, her body remembers the optimal route, as if she had swung her sword thousands of times. Even if it was playful, the sword always drew the best trajectory.

[Guhuhhh!]

I also did not forget my calling. When the hero stabbed me through the cracks of the countless attacks, I made a cut in the body and sucked my soul out of it.

The murky light of the soul that covered the whole body of the black goat like a halo slowly lost its color. The regeneration of the body, which had repeatedly been repaired no matter how many times it was cut by the warrior’s sword, was noticeably slower.

The end is not far.

[How, why!]

Maybe the beating made him speechless again. The Black Goat monster helplessly received the warrior’s sword force and screamed.

[Why do you wicked people of God always take things away! Take away our God, take our name, and now!]

A mixture of saliva and blood flowed from the corner of the monster’s mouth with its eyes wide open. It screamed, despaired, and used all its strength to destroy the hero.

But it doesn’t reach. As if chasing a white butterfly that wanders beyond a dream, her touch only grabbed the air every once in a while.

[You’re like a fool who doesn’t even recognize my shepherd! I curse you! You…]

Like a butterfly taking flight, the hero leaped gracefully and struck the monster’s neck.

A majestic landscape that may remain as a narrative picture. The hero finally decapitated the monster, and the monster’s muddy blood formed a river in the stinking labyrinth.

But even though his head is twisted, his body split, and his throat cut, he is not dead yet. Lucas was alive even as the out of control spirit reversed and bit Lucas.

“·······Curse.”

When the mask of the monster collapses, what remains is the face of an old, ugly old man. Even in the midst of collapse, unable to control his original body, he opened his mouth and let out curses.

Even though he is an enemy, his fighting spirit is truly amazing. Of course, I’m praising you because I won. ‘Cause I’m a generous winner

Of course, if you look at it closely, it’s a victory for the hero, but I’ve contributed, so it’s okay to show condescension. I spoke in a solemn voice to Lucas, who was still burning with hostility.

[Good job.]

“·······What?”

[He lost but fought well.]

Because I was a good player who didn’t show any personality in the game, I genuinely praised his struggle.

Lucas’ face contorted. But before he could utter the curse again, the warrior’s sword fell once more. So, me.

My blade shattered the black slate on Lucas’s chest. The light went out in Lucas’s eyes, which burned with the will to live.

[Please, I hope my struggle was enough for him…]

Even though the body died, the soul foolishly spat out regrets. But that was the end. Soon, his soul was torn apart by the teeth of the other spirits he summoned.

Complete extinction, unable to reap the soul even with my authority. Even though I knew I wouldn’t hear it anymore, I said quietly, overcome by an unknown urge.

[Good job.]