Book 17 Chapter 37
Chapter 123
Even without explicitly explaining the war situation, it was desperate, even to Lysta, an optimist bordering on a madman.
However, if there was anything to hope for, it was that the coordination between the two 'Great Ones' was terrible.
Clearly, because they were too strong, they wouldn't have felt the need to practice such coordination.
'And though they are undeniably overwhelming adversaries… with Shirpin, I won't be intimidated by their might.'
This was a very modest expression.
Lysta, in fact, had cut Divanugo 23 times and Verze 8 times in this endless skirmish that had lasted half a day.
If the opponents didn't have regenerative abilities, or if there was a sealing ability user on their side, the battle might have ended at that moment.
"You lowly creatures, don't you know that the value of time we possess is vastly different from yours?"
"You can live forever, so don't make such a fuss! We're already on borrowed time!"
"Hmph, you riffraff. Fine. I'll consider you my equal, so from now on, we'll settle this in a one-on-one match."
One-on-one?
Lysta was confused.
Is he really giving up the advantage of numbers just for pride? Is Verze hiding that much power? Or is it just a trick of words?
"Divanugo, stand back."
Divanugo, who had been repeatedly throwing its body around to devour Lysta until that moment, obediently retreated.
"Look around. How many humans do you see in the distance?"
"M-many."
In the first barrier, several witches and city guards were stationed to defend against the Naga army.
To separate them from the Great Ones, Lysta and Kiers had come out to this front and were engaged in combat.
Verze flashed a vile smile.
"Every time this lowly wench dodges or blocks my attack, eat one of them. One by one."
"W-what did you say? You evil…!"
"How dare you bark in front of me? You human, worse than trash. A match is originally like this. Humans are truly strange. They always rush in with numbers, but then they look for a fair fight."
While Verze chattered on self-indulgently, he approached Lysta. Divanugo, as if in response, turned its direction towards the place where the defense forces were stationed.
It was truly a desperate situation!
The moment you evade or block, a human life disappears? In that moment of choice, could you judge the weight of your own life versus another's?
"Go!"
Naturally, any human being would prioritize their own life more!
"This is the first attack!"
But the hero!
Lysta Alter Shirpin, the hero!
She valued the lives of those complete strangers more than her own! She neither dodged nor blocked Verze's strike!
"Ugh…!"
The next moment, Verze's saw blade tore Lysta's left arm from her shoulder. The severed arm, scattering fresh blood from its cut surface, tumbled helplessly across the ground! Cruel!
"Yes, that's the face! I wanted to see that expression of despair on your face from the very beginning!"
As Lysta plunged the Dragon Blood Serum syringe into her shoulder, she desperately looked towards Kiers… but Kiers was also being cornered by Rakuum.
"Camouflage? Caaaaamouflage? Did you think you could escape from Lord Rakuum with such a pathetic deception? Shuhahahahahat!"
Kiers was directly struck by Rakuum's body, and tumbled backward, spitting blood.
It wasn't just tumbling.
Bouncing off all sorts of obstacles on the ground, that unrealistic impact force immediately became inertia, throwing his body around like a rag doll.
"Lord Rakuum, you see! Doesn't perceive everything with eyes, but with electrical signals! And his sense of smell! I can smell your blood from half a day's distance!"
Rakuum was truly a natural enemy to an archer like Kiers.
In fact, the mere fact that he could withstand Rakuum for half a day was enough to prove that Kiers was a peak archer.
Archers are inherently vulnerable in close combat and always require a front-liner.
'This bastard…'
But Rakuum!
That Great One!
was closing the distance at an absurd speed, and instantly perceiving all sorts of evasive maneuvers and camouflages.
'It's virtually impossible for Lysta to handle three individuals, we need to change our strategy.'
In other words, when Lysta's arm was severed, Kiers was also in such a crisis. Both had to find their own way to survive.
"Now, as a reward for becoming docile like a tail-between-legs beast, this time I shall guide you to the quickest and easiest path to the abyss of death."
Verze's saw blade, which had playfully sliced off her left arm earlier, now charged in, clearly aiming for death, for her heart.
At that moment, that one instant.
Lysta, even if a fake, thought that she was the last hero remaining in this world, and therefore, no one else could bear this mission in her stead.
Chaa-aa-aa-ang…!
That, that feeling, and perhaps the will of the calling dwelling in the holy sword, made her body move instinctively.
She cut through the saw blade!
Furthermore, she even severed Verze's neck!
"This trash… has already forgotten my words? Divanugo!"
Divanugo, who had been waiting only for Verze's command, kicked off the ground, and at the moment it was about to fly to swallow the pitiful victims, at that very moment!
"Link, Link, Link!"
A giant slammed that massive body headfirst into the ground!
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How on earth, which mortal, could possibly crush the body of a Great One with mere inferior physical strength!
But that was!
No ordinary mortal!
A means to eliminate overwhelming evil, a being artificially modified with that goal in mind… because it was a successful product of the Demon Slayer series!
[Well done, Link. With that blow, you've repaid approximately 1.7% of the debt from last time.]
Lysta truly understood what it meant to tremble with joy at that moment.
Link and Nils Blantz!
Her friends, with whom she had forged bonds when subduing Greta Vizer, had appeared to help her in this moment of crisis!
[You seem to need help, Hero.]
The cockpit hatch of the Hexapod Tank (六足戰車) Captilt-II, a military artifact provided by the Ain Three Kingdoms, opened.
"I said I'd finish up quickly and join you, sorry for being late."
The one who leaned out from there was Nils!
"But don't be too disappointed. Even if things had finished quickly, the situation would have turned out like this anyway."
Chief Tinkerer Nils Blantz pushed his safety goggles up onto his forehead, and gave Lysta a thumbs-up.
"Why? Isn't it true that the protagonist should appear late to make a proper entrance? Hahahaha!"