episode_0335

The brilliant light burned the corneas. Acrid smoke billows out from the burnt wound, and the pain caused by the recoil is immediately conveyed to the mind.

‘You want me to hold this?’

Aisha Band Abydos suppressed the feeling of wanting to scream at any moment.

The pain continued to the point where it would have been better to have her eyes gouged out, but her pride as the daughter of the Demon King could not allow her to do so.

“Ugh!”

but,

Siron’s ‘request’ could not be fulfilled. All I had to do was close my eyes and stretch out my hand, but the pain that writhed in my head and something before that seemed to be screaming that I shouldn’t do that.

Don’t catch it. Don’t catch it. Don’t be fooled by that man’s intentions.

‘What?’

‘That cold white sword?’

Aisha, unable to bear to watch the holy sword, soon closed her eyes. Black tears were dripping down my chin, and all the internal organs in my body seemed to be twisted due to the pain that had exceeded my limit.

“Oh, raise it.”

But even so, I stretched out my hand. I clenched my teeth until they broke and could barely speak.

“Put your hand on… look.”

Since she had been watching Siron from the 77th floor, she knew how much he wanted to climb the tower.

Aisha is currently on the 93rd floor, but she did not rise only because of her skills. From the 80th floor onwards, I used Siron Prien’s strategy as a reference, and from the 85th floor onwards, I was able to reach this place thanks to his explicit help.

If she misses this opportunity, she will fall from the 93rd floor. In order not to pay the price for risking the apostle,

The moment I crossed the line to avoid being left behind.

“Stop.”

Siron put the holy sword back. The light that threatened to burn away all evil disappeared, and Aisha’s body, which had been turning into charcoal, began to regenerate.

“…Stop it?

“That means no.”

“You didn’t even try it… No, you just had to put it in your hand, right?”

Aisha’s words became faster due to her frustration. Did you say that sword was a holy sword? That thing was being held in Siron’s hand on every floor, and judging by the force that could only be described as the destruction I had just felt, I knew it was an unusual object.

But wasn’t it just enough to burn your skin?

As Aisha was strong from birth, her regenerative power was different from other demons. Even if your wrist is cut off, you can regenerate it if you keep your eyes peeled.

So, the fact that part of her body was burning was no limitation to her.

Siron shook his head as if to put an end to his complacent thoughts.

“If you put it in your hand, you would have died?”

“…What?”

“Even if he doesn’t die, he may be maimed.”

“What do you mean…”

“It means that the light just came out of my will.”

The holy sword always possesses divinity just by its very existence. As it is called a sacred weapon, it interacts well with the ability to emit divine power.

‘But in the end, that only happens when the user shows the will to take action.’

“Didn’t you come to say hello before when I was holding the holy sword? What was it like back then?”

“…It felt bright…”

“I didn’t try to kill you so blatantly.”

“…”

“That light just now was clearly out of my control. As time passed, a more intense light began to burn your body than when the holy sword was thrust in front of your nose.”

Aisha couldn’t understand everything Siron said, but she managed to understand that there was some reason behind him. The first thing is that that sword is not just a weapon. They even act with a will… that they are a disgusting type.

“Then what are you going to do? Are you saying that if you don’t finish it, you can’t take on the position of apostle?”

Seira, who was listening to the story, frowned.

Anyone who kills the owner of the tower must pay a price, being restricted from being able to escape from the tower forever.

Since the only thing that could cause an apostle’s complete death was the limitation of a sacred weapon, it was as if he had been cornered by an outsider.

“I will kill you.”

“Poetry!”

Lucia stood up suddenly. When she glanced back, her face had the color of earth.

“What should I do? If it doesn’t work out, I’ll kill you.”

“Well, then you’ll be trapped in the tower forever! Oh, you can’t say that!”

“I will do my best to help this guy hold the holy sword. If that doesn’t work out, I’ll consider having my head cut off with a blind knife.”

There were a few ways that came to mind.

After neutralizing the apostle, the blade decapitates the apostle under Aisha’s leadership.

What would happen if Aisha made a guillotine out of the holy sword and cut the rope that decapitated the apostle? Although Aisha cannot lift the holy sword, she may be able to cut the rope holding the holy sword if the distance is long enough.

…What was unsettling was the result of the Holy Sword’s will twisting even cause and effect. The Holy Sword rejected Aisha’s hand. What if the unreasonable aspect of only allowing the hero and Shiron to wield it comes to light?

What if the Holy Sword loses its shine as soon as Aisha’s intervention occurs?

[It’s too far-fetched. The Holy Sword is a sword filled with the power of the Lord. The Lord is on the warrior’s side…]

‘no way.’

As Latera said, such a thing will never happen.

I hadn’t met him face to face, but wasn’t he the guy who told me to hurry up and go to the Demon Lord, that little guy called Shin?

Is it not enough to just kill the apostle and kill the demon god, or is it ‘inevitable’ that the hero must defeat the apostle and kill the demon god?

Please, I hope that you will engrave the purpose first.

If things continue like this, it will be like being tricked by an apostle. Since I saved the world without expecting anything in return, I think it’s okay to end happily.

‘It has to be that way.’

“Would you like to take out the holy sword?”

While I was lost in thought, Seira’s voice struck me. Siron quietly closed his eyes and immediately pulled out the holy sword from his arms.

A divinity that only softly twinkles. Unlike when he held it out to Aisha, the holy sword did not emit light. Siron laughed at the blatantly obvious intentions of the Holy Sword.

“What should I do?”

“If you don’t want to be in the tower, I will. Well, let’s see if I have the qualifications to be a hero.”

After saying that, Seira placed her hand on the holy sword.

The holy sword still did not lose its shine, and Seira, relieved to feel the divine power intact, tried to lift the holy sword.

Phuuk-

The holy sword remained stuck on the floor. The moment Seira held it and tried to lift it, an insurmountable force of gravity was imbued with the holy sword, just as if she were trying to lift the Cheongeun.

“……Huh.”

Seira sighed with a distorted face. Seira’s right hand grazed the air. Numerous magic circles appear in the places you pass by. Multi-endowment, telekinesis. The swirling mana is embodied as magic and creates invisible power.

Kwasik- Kwasizik-

The force trying to tear off the entire hotel floor competes with the Holy Sword. The Holy Sword was still unmovable. Several more layers of magic circles are added. The same magic was present in a completely different hand at the same time.

Kugugu Palace – A great magic that shakes the entire building. This is probably powerful enough to create a canyon carved into a wide plain.

Tung-!

-Aaaah!

-What, what’s going on!

Even so, the Holy Sword remained steadfast. Even if the floor was torn apart by an invisible force, the holy sword containing a small piece of wood remained intact in the lower floor.

“Stop it! If this continues, the building will collapse!”

“…I’m going to spin.”

In response to Aisha’s restraint, Seira held her head as if trying to rip it out. Lucia swallowed with an earthy face, and Siron frowned while massaging the back of his neck.

“First, let’s climb the tower and find a way out. I haven’t even defeated the apostle yet, but my head hurts right now.”

3 Quite some time has passed since the apostle ascended the tower.

There would be no way that the three apostles, who had transcended the level of wizards and even archmages, would sit still and do nothing and wait for Shiron.

They may have created an advantageous battlefield or prepared moves so difficult that they cannot be defeated.

There was a lot to think about. Everything Siron knows about the 3 Apostles.

3 Variable for the apostle climbing the Tower of Despair and becoming the owner of the tower.

As the number of apostles decreases, the Demon God becomes more closely related to Oblivion, and it is necessary to do whatever it takes to keep the title from running away.

First you have to win. Oblivion Orion is a strong wizard. A more difficult opponent than Jaganatha, the oldest apostle… Since he can use teleportation, if you give him even the slightest chance, he may escape the clutches of death.

Although I couldn’t go out of the tower because I killed the tower’s owner, I still had room to move to other floors.

‘You have to push yourself without even having time to think.’

Siron immediately shook off his arrogant feelings.

It is not an easy enemy. Since there are still demons left, the most important priority is to preserve as much power as possible to win.

“…This is ridiculous.”

I tap my heated head. After organizing his thoughts to some extent, Siron took his coat.

“First, I’ll go down to pick up some holy swords.”

“Would you like to come with me? What will the hotel staff say…”

Aisha quickly got up and said. I didn’t know the details, but just from the story, I could tell that she wasn’t happy about not being able to hold the holy sword.

Even if you can’t climb to the top, you have to get to the point just before it.

Aisha was aware that she should not be left behind by Siron and his group.