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Regardless of my concerns, the battle between monsters became more intense.

Valtir’s warriors become more ferocious as they get injured.

Their attacks were slowly reaching the knight.

The ghost knight’s old armor is breaking down little by little.

It was like being cut down five or six times for each blow, but Valtir’s warriors were also monsters.

A few cuts won’t kill you.

“Ugh… .”

For a moment, the ghost knight raised his sword in front of his eyes.

The etiquette of a knight is to raise the blades below the eyes and cover half of the head with the sword.

Black smoke leaked from its mouth.

And – the long sword imbued with demonic energy becomes blurred for an instant.

What follows is dozens of slashes.

Like a burst of water, sword strikes spread out in all directions simultaneously and tore through Valtir’s warriors.

Blood is pouring out.

The fragments of the monster that had been cut into pieces were scattered in all directions.

Two died instantly and three had their arms cut off. The remaining two had their abdomen torn right through their armor.

“Kuaaa!”

Valtir’s warriors, who were still alive, roared in pain.

Blood bubbles bubbled from the cut wound.

They pick up the arm of someone who is already dead and attach it to their own arm.

Like mud sticking together, the severed arms were connected.

Is it regenerative power?

A type that cannot regenerate itself, but recovers with the flesh of its kin.

Among hybrids, there were sometimes people like that.

I didn’t know those guys were that type too.

In the game, you usually blow off the head, which is your weak point, with long-distance firepower.

The ghost knight’s eyes grew even darker.

If you think about it, the regenerative power was the same here.

Because the Spirit Bell has a weak attribute, if you don’t attack it, it will recover.

“Krrr… .”

Valtir’s warriors, who had their arms restored, crouched.

The area around their wing bones suddenly rose, and two more arms popped out.

“… ltýr… .”

The ghost knight muttered softly.

I couldn’t hear what was said clearly.

—-

how will we do it. I quietly lowered my Durandal and thought about it.

I haven’t made a decision yet.

The desire to invade was already half gone.

The technique the ghost knight showed just now was just as threatening.

If I had been there, one of my limbs would have been blown away.

After that, you will end up becoming food for those monsters.

While hesitating, the situation of the war changes little by little.

Valtir’s warriors became even more ferocious. Their blow after blow was such an onslaught that they didn’t think back.

Even a mere brush will shatter the ghost knight’s armor.

Missed attacks dig deep into the ground.

They didn’t care about cutting their own people or being cut by their own people, and they ran wild like rabid dogs.

Before I knew it, the ghost knight, who was on the defensive, was gradually being pushed back.

In this situation, perhaps it would be better to intervene slowly… ?

Even if Valtir’s warriors win like that, it will be difficult.

He raised his sword as if he was going to jump at any moment, but paused for a moment.

No, wait. Just wait a moment. Let’s think about it.

Is that really pushing it?

That can’t be possible.

A sudden intuition grabbed hold of my legs.

Are you being pushed away by an aggressive force that doesn’t spare your body? If it were an ordinary knight, that might be possible.

But that guy, the ghost knight, is a monster. Also, it is a nemesis species that is close to immortal unless attacked by holy power.

This guy has a level of resilience that is different from that of hybrids who are just stubborn… There is no reason to be like that.

The tactic of fighting while getting hit is actually the specialty of the Commanding Sect.

It’s a trap.

I didn’t know the purpose or the method, but it was clear that the retreat was intentional.

The ghost knight, who had been slowly retreating, had already retreated into a narrow passage.

On a bridge made of rock that connects the vacant lot and the fortress.

Are you trying to narrow the battlefield? Want to reduce the number of enemies attacking you at the same time?

The passage was a bit wide for that.

It looks to be about 6m wide, which is enough to surround the ghost knight.

In that case, wouldn’t it be a disadvantage for the ghost knight who has no place to take refuge?

An incomprehensible judgment.

As I expected, Valthyr’s warriors advanced onto the bridge at the same time.

The ghost knight stood in the middle of the bridge and did not move.

If things continue like this, we’ll be immediately surrounded. What are you thinking?

Before we knew it, Valtir’s warriors were three steps ahead. One lunge was enough to touch each other.

They laughed viciously and raised their weapons.

At that moment, the knight’s eyes darkened as if on fire.

“Ha… girl… az!”

A rough and horrifying voice comes out from between the helmets, as if scraping pieces of glass.

The engraving on the knight’s sword glowed ominously.

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An enormous amount of magical energy resides in the sword body.

The ghost knight, holding his long sword back, stabbed his sword into the floor with all his might.

The tip of the sword digs into the ground as lightly as if submerged in water.

And the magic was activated.

—-

Thanks to anti-magic power, I could clearly feel the flow of magical power, but what happened right after that was beyond my expectations.

The magic contained in the sword body is released and spreads throughout the bedrock.

And then it burst.

– Kwagwagwagagagang!

A loud noise as if the heavens and earth were collapsing.

Like the roar of a giant, a sound of destruction so loud as to deafen your eardrums hits your ears.

It was a sight as if it had been hit directly by a missile.

Although there were no sparks, the destructive power was similar.

The bridge collapses.

The huge bedrock burst into pieces, turning into chunks of rock and scattering in all directions.

It begins to fall down, taking all the creatures that were on it as companions.

This is crazy… !

The power was at a level I couldn’t even imagine, and I could only stare blankly at the collapsing bedrock, speechless.

“Kwaooo!”

“Cooo!”

Valtir’s warriors scream as they fall helplessly.

I tried to somehow jump back by kicking the rocks, but it was too much for their weight.

On the contrary, the rocks that were hit by their legs only accelerated their fall.

Unlike the ghost knight.

A ghost knight runs through the air.

Like a mountain goat running on a cliff, it sprints between huge rocks and rocks and leaps toward the warriors of Valtir.

A swinging long sword.

The monsters who fell without being able to correct their posture had no way to properly resist.

Three of Valthyr’s warriors were slaughtered in the air.

It was gravity that ended the lives of the other two.

A loud noise erupts and spray of water rises high.

The surface of the lake, stained with magic energy, was shaken by the sudden surge of liquid.

Height reaching hundreds of meters. Landing horizontally rather than vertically.

Even if it was sleep, it wouldn’t be a shock that a living thing could withstand.

I wonder if they can swim in the first place.

Sure enough, the monsters that fell into the lake did not resurface.

The ghost knight also fell, but… He must be alive.

A high-ranking command species like that wouldn’t die from a simple physical shock.

There is no need to breathe, so once your shattered body recovers, you will come back up again at your leisure.

It was a really ignorant thing to do, but it was definitely an effective strategy.

Anyway, it’s good. Even it would take some time for him to crawl all the way up here.

I looked at the rock bridge that was broken into pieces.

The gap between breaks is approximately twenty-five meters. At this level, I could easily overcome it.

I hurt my calf a little, but fortunately it wasn’t a serious injury.

Step back a little, then run forward with all your might.

My hair was blowing wildly in the headwind.

With every step you take, the ground gets dug up.

Blood bursts from the leg under strong pressure and soaks the bandage.

Enduring the tingling pain, I jumped up with all my might from the edge of the broken leg.

A pleasant sensation resembling a sense of liberation.

The soaring body landed on the other side.

In front of me was a wide open castle gate welcoming me.

good. You were lucky.

We need to run away quickly like this before the ghost knight comes up.

battle? Any desire to fight such a monster had long since disappeared.

Fighting a guy who can shatter the ground with a single slash of his sword? In a terrain like this where you could easily fall to your death?

Unless he came with wings, it was just crazy.

I quickly entered the castle gate.

—-

Inside the castle walls were ruins.

The ground had been dug up here and there, with pits large enough for dozens of people and broken rocks all over the place, and all the marble buildings had been reduced to pieces of rubble.

It looks like a war has been fought. It’s not medieval warfare, it’s proper modern warfare.

Well, considering that it was a place where monsters like those guys ran amok, isn’t it natural for it to end up like this?

There are only two buildings that remain intact.

There was only a castle wall surrounding it on all sides and a pure white temple beyond.

Circular stone pillars lined up in a row. A triangular roof placed on top of it.

The exterior of the roof had strange engravings, just like before.

It was a temple depicted on a relief in the hallway.

A place where humans who were defeated by monsters retreated.

In a place where everything else was destroyed, the sight of it remaining intact was not sacred, but rather foreign.

That’s probably the deepest part of this dungeon.

I walked towards the temple.

The inside is surprisingly… Nothing special.

The condition inside the temple was quite surprising.

As if the outside was the only thing that was okay, the inside was as close to ruins as the outside.

Several of the pillars were broken as if they had been struck by a strong force, and the walls and floor were full of cracks and black stains.

There were also traces similar to claw marks.

If those were really marks made by claws, the guy who swung it would have been close to a dozen meters long.

There are also broken and rusty pieces of metal scattered here and there.

Fragments of weapons and armor. Crushed bone fragments rolled around among the debris.

I don’t know what kind of people they were, but it looks like the ancient people were eventually wiped out here.

Or maybe he was reduced to a monster.

I headed to the center of the temple. The deeper we went, the more broken places there were.

It was as if the fight had started from within.

Shattered statues roll around.

The head was completely broken, so I couldn’t identify it… but it was probably the statue of this temple.

Did the monsters destroy it?

Leaving behind the miserably scattered statues of gods, we soon reached the deepest part of the temple.

It was a space with a staircase-like structure, perhaps a place to worship God.

Weathered corpses were scattered across the wide lower section, and at the top of the stairs, only a table that appeared to be an altar and a shattered statue of a god remained.

And the wall behind the altar.

There were two types of writings engraved in the middle of the pure white marble wall.

A sentence carved into the wall with a sword so that it can never be erased.

Deep hatred was visible in the rough traces.

背信. God. God of death.

Alföðrhlýtur að vera bölvað.

… It was an unintelligible text.