Chapter 153: The Hero, the Demon King, the Demon God, and God – 2

Chapter 153: The Hero, the Demon King, the Demon God, and God – 2

The Demon King’s axe moved.

With its characteristic heavy blade leading the way, without pause.

Receiving it was the Holy Sword. It was in the form of a greatsword, larger than the Hero, its user.

The clash of the greatsword and axe, both swung like projectiles, was a natural progression, and soon……

Boom!

A short but intense sound, clear enough for anyone to know what had happened, echoed.

There was no pause in the two weapons.

The clash of the axe and greatsword, continuously swung without a moment’s rest, was ceaseless.

One side or the other might have taken a defensive stance, or evaded instead of attacking, but…… neither side retreated an inch, only clashing.

The walls, floor, and ceiling of the Demon King’s castle gradually crumbled due to the clash of the two weapons.

And so, countless clashes, too many to count, occurred in rapid succession within an impossibly short time.

Perhaps she used that familiar magic again, as the Hero’s speed was like a flash, and the Demon King also moved to match that flash.

The ensuing clashes ended without a clear victor.

Whether the magic’s duration ended, or if they both thought there would be no further progress this way, at some point, both the Hero and the Demon King stopped clashing and created distance.

And only then could the Archlich’s magic and the revived corpses of the Lord and King join the fight.

Magic that craved life itself, and two undead filled with the grudges of their former lives, moved.

Life-craving thorns sprouted from all sides of the crumbling Demon King’s castle… and the two undead attacked the Hero in their respective ways.

The Demon King, watching this for a moment, borrowed power from the Demon God and prepared to clash with the Hero once more.

In the instant all of this happened, the Hero did nothing.

It wouldn’t have been strange if she hadn’t reacted, but something was different.

Unlike before, the texture of the divine power beside the Hero changed.

It was divine power that gave a feeling of immense robustness above all else.

Having changed the nature of her divine power, the Hero raised her Holy Sword and stood firm in her spot.

The Hero, who had always dodged attacks or crushed them with stronger attacks, showed a defensive stance for the first time.

As if confident, the Hero held her Holy Sword at an angle and merely stared directly at the onslaught of attacks rushing towards her.

And finally, the instant all these things happened ended, and everything that occurred during that instant unfolded.

The Demon King’s axe collided with the Hero’s greatsword.

The thorns summoned by the Archlich attacked the Hero from all sides.

The vampire lord, now undead, unable to forget his power and grudge from life, created a spear from scattered blood and charged.

The King of the clan, another undead, mercilessly struck the Hero’s greatsword with his robust body from life.

Both undead were much weaker than in life, but they still wielded attacks of considerable power, pouring out their grudges and rage from life onto the Hero.

Even the Demon God, who had been lurking behind the Demon King, seeking an opening, attacked the Hero, commanding the creatures to be annihilated.

And……

The Demon King’s axe slid off the angled blade of the greatsword as if on ice.

The Archlich’s magic shattered without even scratching the Hero’s body, which was strengthened by divine power.

The charging vampire lord was slammed straight into the Demon King’s castle wall with a single kick from the Hero,

And the attacks of the King of the clan, who had been clinging to the Hero’s sword and attacking, floated into the air as the Hero, having finished her defense, raised her greatsword.

Finally, the Demon God’s attack, the moment it reached the Hero, the moment the Hero stared directly at that attack, it simply vanished.

The Hero’s expression as she glared at the Demon God’s attack was like a sneer, as if to say, ‘I am not your mere creation.’

Once again, the Demon King’s side’s attack ended, and a fleeting moment arrived.

The Demon King corrected her posture, which had been disrupted by the deflected attack.

The Archlich immediately prepared a magic spell with a narrower range but greater power.

The vampire lord, who had been embedded in the wall, also quickly extricated himself and regained his stance,

And the King of the clan, who had briefly floated in the air, also prepared to land.

The Hero, taking all of this in, pulled out a small glass bottle.

And as always, she shattered the bottle.

With that clear sound echoing even in the fleeting moment, the Hero’s movements transformed into a flash.

The divine power still surrounding the Hero was that same robust-feeling divine power.

That divine power had become the source that allowed the Hero, who normally couldn’t defend so cleanly, to perfectly block all of the Demon King’s side’s attacks.

Once again, the fleeting moment ended, and time flowed.

The Hero, who had taken in the Demon King’s side’s preparations completed during that fleeting moment, and her Holy Sword, began to move.

With a speed that was difficult to follow even with magical sight, combined with a body greatly strengthened by divine power, only flashes gleamed.

And so,

The body of the King of the clan, who was preparing to land from mid-air, was scored with countless lines and simultaneously crumbled.

The body of the vampire lord, who had been recovering from being embedded in the wall and trying to take a stance, was this time slammed into the floor and simultaneously trampled by the Hero’s foot.

The Archlich’s magic was fired, but the Hero, who had instantly slaughtered the King of the clan and slammed the vampire lord to the floor, would not be hit by it.

The Hero’s Holy Sword arrived before the Demon King, who had recovered her stance and prepared to defend, and the surroundings trembled with the impact.

Even the Demon God, for that instant, was frozen, unable to immediately grasp what had happened in this world, even for a time shorter than a fleeting moment, at the Hero’s movement.

Boom!!!

The same sound as the first clash between the Demon King and the Hero.

However…… its magnitude was completely different from the first.

The Hero’s greatsword, having leaped at some point, slammed down from mid-air towards the Demon King… and this was the sound made as the Demon King received it.

As that sound and impact echoed endlessly, the entire Demon King’s castle vibrated and crumbled once more.

And so, the clash between the Hero, striking the Demon King with all her might, and the Demon King, blocking the Hero’s greatsword with her axe.

In the time created by the Demon King’s endurance, the Archlich tried to recover the damaged undead and command them as his limbs once more…

As soon as the Hero saw that movement, she stopped her attack on the Demon King, pulled back, and threw two glass bottles at the undead, no, at the corpses that had been acting as undead, one each.

And the corpses hit by the glass bottles rose again as undead.

The difference was…… unlike the Archlich’s undead, which had a distinct Demon God-like feel, these were clearly the same corpses, and should have been the same undead, but for some reason, they had a similar feel to the Holy Sword and the Hero’s divine power.

It was a taboo that the living could not perform, and a privilege granted only to the dead.

Only because they were undead could they raise others as undead; otherwise, they should have been mere corpses that moved imperfectly.

Puppets forcibly moved by the power of divine power. That should have been the extent allowed to the Hero, a living human.

However…… the two undead raised by the Hero were of completely the same caliber as those raised by the Archlich.

As the Hero turned her gaze from the Archlich, who was hastily defending against the two undead charging towards him, and stared at the Demon King, the Demon King spoke.

“Yes, now it will be a fight between the two of us.”

“……No. It’s a fight between you, and that wretched, deceitful god you believe in who is with you, and me, and everyone who is with me.”

“Rude and arrogant.”

However, the last words uttered were not the Demon King’s.

They were the Demon God’s, who, having reached the peak of his rage, finally manifested directly through the Demon King’s body.

In that process, the Demon King’s consciousness, completely assimilated with the Demon God, would inevitably approach the Demon God’s truth, but…… that was a problem that could be solved as long as that bastard in front of him was gone.

If only he could annihilate that filthy being from another world, impersonating the Hero, whom he wanted to tear to shreds.

“Well, I was wondering when you’d show up, and here you are? Did you think your subordinates weren’t enough?”

“……Yes, I admit it. I don’t know how you did it, but because of that alien divine power that escaped my control, these guys wouldn’t be enough.

I would win if it came down to the very end, but then the being I painstakingly prepared would be completely ruined.”

The Demon God’s, the god’s voice, was filled with infinite hatred and rage as he spoke.

The rebellion of a creature that should rightfully be his, and should follow his will, and a situation where only loss remained after it escaped his control.

At all of this, the god raged, and also hated the culprit.

“Originally, because it is God’s, my power, I handle divine power far stronger than mana, yet you’ve changed and corrupted it to your liking, to the point where I can’t even touch it in reverse.

Otherwise, the Holy Sword imbued with divine power would have crumbled to dust long ago, which is truly regrettable.”

“Yes, it is truly regrettable. Because the Great War, which you put so much effort into, thinking it was your power… will be ruined.”

At those words, the Demon King, no, the god’s lips twisted upwards.

It was a mad laugh, glistening with desire.

“The opposite. Foolish child. Since I am in this body, in the body of a creature, it is different from before.

Since you are not my creature, I could not manipulate you as I wished as a god… but as a fellow creature, I can tear you to shreds and annihilate you.”

And so, the god once again declared annihilation and prepared his magic.

That was…… the end.

A god was declaring the end of a human’s life.

Although he borrowed the body of the Demon King, a creature, it wouldn’t result in instant death upon impact, but the fact that it was magic containing destructive power would not change.

“Now, for interfering with me, give me a splendid scream.”

And so, the god’s magic was fired at the Hero, the human.