Ch.759Premarital (2)

“I’ll skin you and make a wallet out of your scales!”

“You pointy-eared bastards who can’t even fight with your own strength have such big dreams!”

The strategy to draw all races gathered here into extreme chaos with Nidhogg as a natural disaster and exhaust them achieved beautifully perfect results, thanks to Nidhogg’s full cooperation.

“Aaaaargh! My ears! My ears!”

“Kyahaaak…!”

Since even the weakest forces were at Master level, and there were more than a few who rivaled Hero-class knights, the heterogeneous groups that seemed impossible for us to handle alone rapidly diminished as they killed each other.

It was incredibly satisfying to watch the elves who had come to kill us being torn apart by the rampaging dark dragonborn.

So much so that if Lacy had been here, she might have given a standing ovation with tears in her eyes.

“Kieeeeek! Stop! Stooop!”

A dragonborn who had thrust a spear into Nidhogg’s carapace was grabbed by the arms wrapping around Nidhogg’s abdomen and torn apart.

– Crunch!

An elven patrol aiming a bow at Nigel had the upper half of his face torn off by a dragonborn’s muzzle that pounced from behind.

“Ah, gak…”

The patrol collapsed with a groan, tongue sticking out.

“Rimeiramor-!”

Enraged by her death, a male patrol’s spirit arrow penetrated the eye of the dragonborn that had just spat out the elf’s brain, exploding inside.

– Splat!

The dragonborn’s head burst like a watermelon, flesh and bone fragments blooming like a rose.

“Grrrrrk!”

Though he had blown off the dragonborn’s head with precise shooting, the patrol who momentarily revealed an opening due to his focus on revenge had his ankle seized by black hands.

“Oh no…!”

Skeletal undead summoned through necromancy grabbed the patrol’s ankle, knocked him down, and mounted him, hacking at the elf’s entire body with rusty swords.

“Aaaaargh! Uaaargh! Gyaaaaargh!”

Blood splattered everywhere. A thick lightning bolt struck down on the elf’s head as he screamed his death throes, burning both the elf and the undead without distinction.

Powerful warriors who would have displayed overwhelming might if they had maintained proper formation and used orthodox tactics died so easily and meaninglessly in this chaotic battle.

It was an ideal situation for us, or more precisely, for Demian and his group.

Since both elves and dragonborn were clearly more threatening forces than them, both races were too busy dealing with more threatening enemies to pay attention to mere humans.

Only the two Guardians who had received direct orders to kill Demian’s group were attacking as commanded.

There seemed to have been one more Guardian, but they had disappeared at some point, either killed or lost. What was the name… Feilandria?

Since Demian couldn’t have defeated them, they were probably killed by a winged dragonborn… I’m not sure. It’s not something I should be concerned about right now.

The situation wasn’t relaxed enough for me to keep monitoring the battle.

“Median-!”

Two elven Guardians charging at me with faces contorted as if I were their mortal enemy.

【 Goaaaaaraaaah! 】

Nidhogg flying toward me, spewing rage like an orphan who found their parents’ murderer.

“I won’t forgive you!”

Beherikes thrusting his spear with such a vicious expression that it was surprising how a lizard face could express such emotion.

“A muddy melee like this is not elegant at all.”

And even another dragonborn joining in, apparently finding this more interesting than fighting the elves.

With four Hero-class enemies plus a wyrm that could easily crush ordinary heroes, all the core forces of this battlefield were targeting me alone.

—-

‘Are they insane? Why are they all targeting just me?’

I desperately accelerated, drawing more power from my Karma of Murder which had been depleted by half during the prolonged battle, dodging the numerous beams of light being fired at me while grumbling.

[ Put your hand on your chest… no, don’t actually do that, just think about it. You conscienceless woman. ]

‘Well, I don’t know! I’m a person who’s dead without my conscience!’

[ A corpse that speaks. ]

Hersella, as always, spouting baseless slander. With her barbaric thinking, she couldn’t distinguish between strategic judgment and conscienceless cowardice.

When I do it, it’s strategy. When others do it, it’s cowardly and despicable. Why can’t she understand such a simple truth? She talks about wolf blood, but maybe her brain really is at canine level.

【 Khaaaaaak! 】

Anyway, the situation wasn’t relaxed enough to argue with her, so instead of refuting, I kept flying around fighting against the five pursuers.

“I told you to manage the wyrm properly!”

“This crazy bitch, really!”

I deflected the sword of Eirnesia, who despite living for over fifteen hundred years had never learned manners, and swung my fist toward her contorted face.

“Die-!”

Eirnesia blocked with her stone prosthetic left arm. The collision between the dwarven metal prosthetic and the elven spirit prosthetic created an explosive sound.

Of course, I was the winner of this fist fight.

“You think you can block steel with stone!”

And not just any steel, but black iron several times stronger.

“Kyaaaak-!”

With her stone prosthetic shattered to pieces, Eirnesia who had leaped at me fell back with a scream.

Thanks to her desperate kick to my abdomen to create distance, she avoided having her head blown off by Frosting… but the shattered stone fragments had lacerated her shoulder and cheek, covering her pretty face in blood.

“Khaaaaap!”

“You monster!”

【 Kyaooo-! 】

No sooner had I struck down Eirnesia than new enemies charged toward me.

From the left, Beherikes thrusting his lightning-charged spear.

From the right, a giant eagle-shaped spirit wrapped in flames charging in for close combat.

From below, Nidhogg approaching with its jaws wide open.

Lightning bolts summoned by Beherikes spread like a net across the sky, and five streams of flame shot by Tersillius flew in parabolic arcs.

Black hands erupted once again from the magic circles manifested by Nidhogg, and a flame giant summoned by the falling Eirnesia descended from the sky, swinging down its flaming greatsword.

“This is insane, absolutely insane!”

Attacks powerful enough to reduce a small city to ruins in an instant were all targeting me alone. Even I wasn’t confident in avoiding all these attacks by flight alone.

…Well, there was no need to do so anyway.

【 Defying Fate 】

The world turned monochrome. Attacks that had been coming at light speed slowed down like insects crawling on a riverbed.

In my own world where even sound had disappeared, I grabbed Beherikes’ wrist and pushed him toward Tersillius, then launched myself between Nidhogg and the flame giant to escape their attack trajectories before releasing Defying Fate.

“Kheut?!”

Beherikes, who had clearly been thrusting his spear at me, suddenly found himself facing a wind spirit wrapped in flames and the elven Guardian on top of it. He gasped in surprise, thrusting at empty air.

“Oh no…!”

Tersillius, equally shocked at the dragonborn’s lightning spear approaching his face, hurriedly drew his sword to block Beherikes’ spear.

“Kheok!”

“Kuaaaaaak!”

The dragonborn whose wing was pierced by the elf’s sword and the elf who was electrocuted by the lightning wrapped around the spear shaft screamed simultaneously.

“Grwooooo!”

The fire spirit that had been descending to strike me with its flaming greatsword ended up striking Nidhogg’s head as I darted sideways.

– Kwaaang!

The dragon’s head sank down, emitting smoke like burning clouds.

【 Kyhaaaaaaaaak! 】

Enraged by the heat roasting its skull, the wyrm slashed at the fire spirit’s body with its front claws and bit off the spirit’s head with its wide-open jaws. The headless fire spirit flailed its limbs as it crashed toward the ground.

– Kwagwagwagwagwang!

Lightning bolts, spirit arrows, and hands of dark mana collided with each other, creating an earsplitting explosion.

The downpour of killing intent powerful enough to destroy a city canceled each other out, shattering meaninglessly.

My provocation had worked too well, causing the enemy’s strongest fighters to target me alone instead of killing each other, but their attacks were all so powerful and wide-ranging that they weren’t difficult to counter.

Just by slightly dodging and changing direction like this, they ended up colliding and exploding against each other.

Due to their enormous size, whenever Nidhogg or the high-level spirits swung their arms to attack me, they swept up others gathered here, effectively helping me in the process.

Although using Defying Fate to avoid attacks was seriously depleting my Karma… well, they were also consuming their power like water.

“What are you aiming at, idiots!”

Therefore, I occasionally used Defying Fate to avoid only the truly dangerous situations, focusing more on making their attacks miss and hit each other rather than trying to kill them directly.

Until the ground battle intensified to the point where all but three or four were dead.