episode_0043

Window of opening war.

This is the storm of the warrior god Wölberg.

It was the name of the power that reproduced the javelin of the declaration of war, which would surely pierce the enemy when fired.

Dozens of trees fell apart with a shriek as they were torn apart by the tornado that penetrated the forest.

Tree bark and dust flew into the air and poured down as rain.

In the distance, I could see a spear digging into the rock wall like an awl, sending out a wisp of smoke.

I glanced at my throbbing right shoulder.

Just by brushing against it, the entire armor was torn to shreds.

If I hadn’t reacted, my shoulder would have fallen off.

Damn. Was this the hidden power?

A crusader, I didn’t even expect that.

Gray energy was flowing out like waves from Knut’s whole body.

It was not the time to relax.

A warrior god’s crusader is someone whose every power is specialized solely for combat.

Although it was a church that did not have the ability to heal its own wounds, it was a group with great power.

I don’t know how many powers he has been given… If there are three or more, it means that you are a very troublesome opponent.

The case behind my waist shook.

Inside, my last resort lay sleeping and waiting.

Should I write it?

No, not yet.

I can still deal with it with my own strength.

“Did you avoid it? As expected, your reaction is quick…!”

Knut picked up the ax that he had dropped while avoiding a javelin.

A gray sheen permeated the ax blade and sparkled.

A sense of crisis awakens the body.

The heated instinct welcomed the fight and raised its claws.

I remembered Nigel’s advice.

I was told to trust in my instincts, but maintain a ray of reason.

If so, then you should do it.

I let go of the impulse I was suppressing.

The liberated nature grabbed the sword and ran.

—-

The blue afterglow and the gray starlight came together.

“Kyaaa!”

Without taking a single step back, I continued to fire sword strikes at Knut.

It would have been difficult to give him a chance to retrieve the spear.

The spear of open warfare was an attack that, if hit properly, could result in death.

The chain armor was torn here and there, scattering blood-soaked metal pieces.

The ax, imbued with the power of a warrior god, withstood my sword without being cut, but my speed itself was far superior to mine.

“Happy!”

Avoid an ax that swings horizontally by bending your entire body.

A bloody sound passed over my head.

Just like that, I pulled out my dagger and aimed it at my thigh.

It was hit by the ax handle and bounced off.

He blocked the kick that was trying to kick my chin, turned to the side and swung his sword.

The sword body gains elasticity and bends like a whip.

The tip of the sword rang with the sound of tearing the air.

Knut avoided it by rolling on the floor. The long sword aimed at the waist split the air in vain.

[The whisper of emotions and memories gives wisdom.]

Knut, who widened the distance, recited his second mantra.

The black-gray aura spread out behind his back, forming a wing-like shape and enveloping him.

Four wings.

It was a power that greatly increased reaction speed and reflexes.

His attacks began to follow my pace.

All of the sword strikes that had caused at least a slight wound until a while ago were blocked.

Not yet.

It can still be faster.

The leash that was tied to my instincts is released a little more.

My blood started to boil.

The heat made me thirsty.

“Kyaaa!”

The wildness began to seep through the barrage of attacks with teeth grinding.

He catches the ax aimed at his head under the blade, breaks it off, and claws it with his left hand with his fingertips raised.

Knut’s cloak was torn long.

Knut’s legs, which were aiming for his torso, were touched with his hands and he jumped up as if spinning.

The heel that aimed for the head was blocked by the raised hilt.

Knut’s knees buckled with a resonant sound.

“Kk..!”

He bent his legs and pulled up the sack, pulled out a dagger in both hands, and slashed both shoulders.

Knut arched his back like a bow.

The dagger grazed the chest of the chain armor, sparks flying.

I was hit by his fist and fell backwards.

My left cheek was tingling.

The inside of his mouth must have been torn, and there was blood mixed in the saliva he spit out.

The daggers he was holding had become blunt and useless, so he let them go.

Knut picks up my long sword and throws it here.

The tip of the sword is aimed at the head. Perhaps because it wasn’t a window, the gray storm wasn’t wrapped around it, but its force was still fierce.

I reach out my hand and grab it reflexively.

The blade cuts through the glove, leaving a long scar on the palm.

If the reaction had been even a little late, it would have been pierced between the eyes.

I grab the hilt of my sword again and stand up.

In his left hand, he held a newly drawn dagger.

…are there nine left with this?

Knut was cut here and there and covered in blood, but there were no fatal wounds yet.

The chain armor he was wearing was tattered like a rag.

It’s definitely different from irrational monsters.

When you push it with force, it rolls around and counterattacks, taking advantage of every powerful attack.

In the end, I had no choice but to cut off each attack briefly.

It was not easy to shatter the inside of the armor with such attacks.

If so, even stronger. Even faster.

Until you can’t react.

Raise your fighting spirit even further.

There was no time to hesitate.

It rang its neck, grunted, and leaped again.

He digs in, dodging the dark lines, and thrusts out both hands as hard as he can.

– Kaang!

blocked.

Not yet.

Faster.

More fiercely.

It spits out the heat it contains.

Steam mixed with my breath.

I surrender myself to the fierce fighting spirit.

The body accelerates even more.

“Kyaaaat!”

Toward the left arm that is coming down, plunge the dagger like a flash attack.

The dagger tore through chains and broke into muscles and bones.

Knut’s expression distorted.

Hold the kicking leg in reverse and swing it.

Knut, who lost his balance, stumbles and slams the ax down.

“Haaap!”

“Kaaat!”

Grasp the hilt of the sword with both hands and attack with all your might.

The gray dawn broke, and the sword body dug halfway into the ax blade.

“Monster, same guy…!”

Knut was astonished and shook off the axe.

The body is pushed all the way back.

He pulled out another dagger and threw it away.

A dagger stuck in Knut’s shoulder, where his armor had fallen off.

“Wow..!”

Even if you borrow the power of a warrior god, you are ultimately a human being.

His body was becoming increasingly sluggish due to the continuous bleeding.

On the other hand, my instincts were becoming sharper and my body was heating up to no end.

“Kyahaa…”

I let out the breath I had been holding.

The smell of flowing blood felt sweet.

As if I had met a lover, my heart beat hotly and supplied endless vitality to my whole body.

“It is truly an animal…! After all, you are not human. They are no different from the monsters lying around here!”

Knut ground his teeth.

I gathered my fading reason and answered.

“From earlier…you seemed quite angry at what I said…! Fighting to survive wasn’t that scary…? Not a warrior…”

“No? Ha, yes! Look at those!”

Knut passionately pointed at the kobolds around him.

Drops of blood flew from his red beard.

“Without reason or faith. They fight to eat based solely on their instincts, and they kill for pleasure! What is different from you?”

Knut raised his ax and charged in with fierce force.

I struck down each swinging ax blade with my sword.

The sword body vibrated with a clear sound.

The gray shine on the ax blade was fading like a haze.

“A warrior is a person. Be strong to protect, fight for your beliefs, and die for your honor!”

“Oh, that’s right…!”

It’s a boring warrior’s view. Even so, it is narrow-minded.

Fighting to live is not a belief, is it?

You fight while worrying about such things?

It doesn’t look that way to my eyes.

He twisted his body to avoid an attack aimed at his shoulder and then kicked him in the stomach.

The remaining chains burst apart and Knut flew backwards.

Knut crashed into a tree trunk and vomited blood.

“Kuuu its not the end yet…!

Gritting his teeth, Knut recited his last mantra.

[Greed and hunger will bring eternal struggle!]

Einherjar.

A blessing that ignores the pain of wounds and obstacles, increases strength to the limit, and maintains combat ability until death.

It was a power given to a warrior god’s crusader who had no miracle to heal injuries, so he could swing his sword until death.

Knut suddenly got up and ran over.

His movements were actually faster than before the battle began.

The broken ax and long sword clashed violently once again.

As the battle became more intense, missed and stray attacks began to penetrate all directions.

Broken rocks fall to the ground and shake the ground, and cut down trees fall and shed leaves.

“That power…! You won’t be able to protect anything with that ferocious power that cuts everything around you to pieces! You have no intention of protecting anyone but yourself in the first place!”

The ax blade got stuck in my thigh. The armor broke and blood spurted out.

The long sword tore Knut’s left arm long. Scraped bones were visible through the open wound.

“To survive? The reason I killed thousands of Danes was just so you could live! It’s not even a belief, it’s sophistry!”

The thrown daggers stuck in Knut’s body.

My left arm, which had blocked a counterattack, felt sore.

“You probably didn’t even have anything that could be called honor in the first place!”

He jumped back, kicked off the tree, leaped, and swung his sword.

The hilt of the sword that was trying to block the long sword could not withstand it and was cut in half.

“Wölberg-!”

A gray storm filled the sack that had turned into a metal rod.

Oops.

The spear of war was fired once again and headed towards my head.

The long sword, which I barely managed to block, tore through my grasp and bounced away.

He fell, smashing the trees with his back.

The back of the breastplate seemed to have been shattered, and metal fragments pierced my back.

I burst into tears and vomited out blood.

Damn it…a sharply cut metal bar is no different from a short spear…!

While he was getting up, Knut summoned the spear he had thrown at the beginning of the battle.

A whirlpool began to form again from the spear held in my left hand.

“So, you are neither a warrior nor a person. Even if it speaks human language and looks like a human being. It’s nothing more than a monster!”