NOVEL NEXT chapter 23
23. The Unforgiving Saint (7)
23.
“…… Ellen.”
EL was anxious.
He thought he should trust him, but his heart didn’t quiet down at all.
At first, when Ellen blocked Darhan’s fearsome sword with one hand, his victory seemed obvious.
When Darhan, who had been swearing, suddenly started charging at her again, Ellen seemed to be focused only on avoiding her.
In spite of Darhan’s ferociousness, provoking while trying to block it.
Ellen seems to be gradually catching up with his sword.
So, without even knowing it, EL puts his hands together in front of his chest and swallows his dry saliva.
Maybe she was too impatient.
I’d rather prepare a little more, no, at least I should have tested Ellen’s skills myself.
Ellen is Ellen. Nor was she a regressor. She only graduated from the warrior school, and she has never even had her sparring properly due to the discriminatory system between commoners and nobles.
If you say it somewhere, a novice prosecutor who could be administratively classified as ‘unpaid’ or ‘mercenary level’.
Although EL was clearly aware of Ellen’s strength.
She wondered if it wasn’t her own illusion that she had created by overlaying her halo with the Ellen that she had seen before her return.
When he turned his head and looked at Raihandro, he was looking at the arena with excitement on the contrary.
EL’s heart began beating faster and faster.
Maybe I should stop right now.
EL thought so, halfway as he pulled his butt off the chair.
Quaaang-
Blue and golden mana colored the atmosphere of the training ground.
***
Catch up –
“…… What are you?”
The warrior’s answer does not come back.
Darhan’s greatsword stained with divine power was blocked by Ellen’s forearm.
The muscles in her arms were only slightly pressed inward, as if they were being pressed by a piece of wood.
They were facing each other right on the spot, let alone blood.
I kept hearing the same rustling sound as before.
Darhan couldn’t understand.
How can I block the sword screen with mana?
And he didn’t show any sign of exhaustion even now, even though he was draining mana like the ebb tide. Rather, as expected, the mana that blocked her sword gradually began to swallow her sword body.
“Chi, foot… !”
Woong-goo-go-go.
From the perspective of the Templar, Darhan, who was holding the sword against Ellen’s arm, did not seem to retrieve it. His eyes widen one by one wondering why he was holding him like that when he wasn’t even held by the hand like he was just before.
“Did you use some trick?”
Even literally, Darhan couldn’t even remove his sword.
Because the golden glow that gradually colored his sword was being consumed by Ellen’s blue mana.
Even though she was holding a greatsword with both hands, Ellen’s one hand was free. He didn’t even hold the old, trashy sword clung to his side, slanted in his pocket.
If you pull out your sword and swing it at yourself, then Darhan will have to throw away the sword and retreat.
Obviously, I thought I was overpowering.
Awkward-
Darhan’s teeth grind.
No matter how much strength I put into my hand, the sword wouldn’t move.
It looked as if the handle of the sword would be covered with mold-like blue mana before I knew it.
Darhan thought.
This is the trick of the saintess and Ellen.
Common sense makes it impossible for humans to manage so much mana. The saintess must have cast some kind of magic or blessing on Ellen. Then, with the holy woman’s divine power, such a ridiculous deception would be possible.
A cowardly, despicable, commoner bastard.
Darhan laughed.
“Dirty bastard, do you think I will end it here?”
Darhan’s swordsmanship was obviously outstanding, but there were many outstanding people in the world.
The reason why Darhan was able to bring victory against such people was thanks to the small sword behind his back rather than the great sword.
Since the dead cannot speak, most people thought that Darhan had won a fair victory because he always finished with a greatsword, but that was not true.
Dalian was no longer important.
Darhan’s pride was crumpled like a piece of paper.
To that one motherf*ckin’ bastard with a goddamn trick.
“Search.”
Darhan explodes the holy power of the great sword at once.
He exploded enough to damage even the hardest mana film. He took his hands off his sword and, while the light of divine power obstructed Ellen’s vision, he took out his sword like lightning and aimed and stabbed his heart.
From his shoulders, his elbows, and his wrists, mana flowed so fast that the veins were ripped, and Darhan’s arm was directed at Ellen’s heart like a thunderbolt.
Until now, there has been no skilled player who could not be killed using this technique.
Even if it’s a hero, it will be like that today.
***
Hook.
Tap, pop.
A sharp pain.
Drip blood.
I looked down at Darhan’s sword that pierced my hand.
Suddenly, he wriggled his hand holding the greatsword, and his bursting divine power was absorbed into his one arm along with mana.
As I stared at the tip of the sword that had stabbed my heart, I was a little worried.
Should I avoid it?
Should I stop it?
Or, strike him on the back of his hand and make him fall.
Again, a way to kill him with four is drawn, and five swords are shown in front of his eyes.
As usual, there are no miscellaneous attacks aiming at me in all directions.
It was boring.
So I wanted to see blood for the first time in a while.
If you feel my blood and pain that I haven’t seen in a long time since graduating from the warrior academy.
Still, I wondered if I could gain something from this sparring.
When I blocked the sword with one hand, the soft flesh of my palm pierced and the blade came out through the back of my hand. It was a moderately long day, but barely touched the skin of my breasts. Sodo did not stop in the middle. Because Darhan really tried to kill me.
The palm is hot, it stings, the pain extends, and soon the whole palm ache.
I thought the pain of burns and cuts wasn’t much different from before, but it’s still the same.
Tung-Grang-
The giant Darhan’s greatsword falls to the floor.
I squeezed Darhan’s hand with Sodo to give him strength.
Pagdeuddeuk-
“Uh, uh, uhhhhh-!!”
The silver iron glove and sword were crushed at once and crushed Darhan’s right hand. Flesh, bone, iron, and blade mixed together, and Darhan’s blood flowed from the torn veins.
Dar Han fell on one knee, but I did not let go of his hand.
Raising his head and looking at the chair, EL was shaking his head as if that was enough, and Raihandro was staring at the arena with his eyes wide open in astonishment.
The knights also started to stir once more.
Among them, there must have been people who were close friends with Darhan. Some faces hardened.
What did you say?
Horror.
So that I can put pressure on Raihandro.
The situation was good.
Darhan aimed for my instant death. It was the only thing you shouldn’t do in irregular sparring. If the priest healed any major wounds, it was within the range allowed by irregular sparring, but if the opponent died instantly, the story is different.
“Darhan.”
“Let go, let go, f*ck, f*ck…. Alas, evil!”
“Use magic, Darhan.”
“What? … What?”
“How many magic shields can I create? It should be ten.”
Ten magic shields.
It was a type of heavy armor often seen in siege warfare, but it was not necessary to use it so much in combat against people.
A single magic shield was enough to block the hammer.
But I instinctively felt it.
If you swing your fist in this mood right now, you’ll need about ten.
I stretched out my arm that wasn’t stabbed by the sword and clenched my fist.
The mana flowing from his heart dyes his shoulders.
“If it’s not ten, ten, it will probably kill you.”
Blue mana travels through the veins of the elbow, forearm, wrist, and back of the hand, coating the fist.
“Stop, stop, that’s it, uhhh. f*ck the hero, can we do this?”
“Asshole, do you still see me as a warrior?”
“… What?”
“I’ve never fought as a warrior before. You tried to kill me, so you should risk your life. I won’t say it again, ten or you die.”
I don’t know.
How to fight like a warrior as a warrior.
What is the fighting method with the qualifications and dignity of a warrior?
Darhan became contemplative and looked at the mana staining my arm, then closed his eyes tightly and began muttering a magic spell.
One, two, three.
If you are merciful, will you become a hero?
Four, five.
If you don’t take revenge after being attacked, will you become a hero?
Eight, ten.
As EL said, is there a difference between a hero and forgiveness?
Forcibly squeezed, a protective shield of uneven holy power was created between Darhan and my body.
Still, maybe it’s because he’s the leader of the knights, because the protective shield looked pretty strong.
I threw my fist at ease.
Bagagagagagagaga-
My fist, which shattered ten shields and even his armor, slammed his head to the floor.
I could tell he wasn’t dead.
From the point of view of people at a certain distance, it was a blow that would not be strange even if he died instantly.
Three priests came running from afar with pale faces, and beyond that, EL’s face was stained with shock, speechless.
A blue wind blew between the two of us.