386 377 The cruel reality that was lacking (1/2)

Another side

”Amaterasu

Jiro's mineral tree, which shines as if it reproduced the heat of the sun, and its activation timing was nothing short of exquisite.

The roots of the mineral tree, which made the gods attack and catch it, created a brief moment of stagnation.

But this was not an opening.

Even if you could stop their attack, even if only slightly, it would mean nothing against the gods.

I know that very well.

You can do your best, and you can only deliver one attack.

But that one attack was crucial.

Jiro's Amaterasu was the trump card of trumps, and even the demon king was wounded.

Even if there's a god inside, his body is flesh and blood.

Even if it's strengthened, its sword will cut through your defenses without question.

After all, humans are so wasteful.

I should have.

Did you think the sun would hurt me?

That fiery blade was indeed smashed into the god's neck.

But the blade didn't bite a millimeter and was stopped by a white flame in front of its soft skin.

”Lick it as much as you can, human.

An attack that prides itself on absolute confidence, and that's why it's all you can do.

The price of that all-out effort is an insurmountable gap.

After exerting all your strength, your body goes rigid and takes a few tenths of a second to start moving again.

Jiro's body, which was moving by instinct and spinal reflex, is no exception.

Decay!

Therefore, there is no way for Jiro to avoid the light of the burning sun.

The gods judge without pity and without feeling for the human man who made the wrong choice, without pitying him because he could have fought as an equal for just a few tens of seconds.

For a brief moment, a white light illuminates the entrance.

However, the power of the light burns Jiro's body, which was strengthened by the dragon's blood.

That's a dragon with a reputation for toughness. Does he still have breath?

Blown away by the light, breaking down walls and lying face down in the rubble, Jiro despises the fact that he's still breathing, as if to say, ”Nitsia, put a stop to it.

'Nishia, put a stop to it.

”Very well. My father.

But God, seeing no need to take a hand off, instructed his daughter, who was farther away than expected, to turn her back on him.

”Turn your back on me, impious.

Leap in front of it in an instant.

!

Run!

Only Himik and Muille were able to react to the movement, but Himikku's body has gone rigid with fear.

Muille pressed the memoria on her back, quickly formed a magic blade and sliced into her without hesitation.

'Nonsense.'

He was not moved by Muil's actions as he threw himself down to protect his grandson, great-grandson, and son-in-law's wife, and the god cut him off with a single blade as he came before him.

''Gaha!''

A series of actions like a hero cutting down miscellaneous soldiers without any resistance allowed.

With that action, Muille's eyes widen as he is cut off deep in the chest.

The blade has reached his lungs and wounded his heart.

The wound is definitely fatal, if not instantaneous.

A vital blood vessel is wounded, and more blood rushes out than you can imagine.

”Do not pour this foul blood on me.

He is not allowed to fall down on the spot.

The impact, triggered by a single glance, blows Muir away and sends him flying through the air.

The attack also destroys every body of the warring dark elf muille.

Limbs are broken and bones inside his body are cracked, echoing throughout his body.

It's hard to say how fortunate it was that he wasn't killed instantly.

Ahhhhhhhh!

The sight of the scene drove Himik to step in with all his might, his fists clenched tightly together, as if to drown his fears.

'Raise your hand to my father or you're a bad girl.

The attack was never slow, nor was it ever weak.

Its speed surpasses sound and a rock struck by its fist would be blown to pieces.

With such power, the god would easily catch the attack with one hand.

You must be disciplined.

Clench that fist.

The action is too much to call it discipline.

You hear the crunching of flesh and Himik's face twists in pain.

Run! Suela!

Knowing what will happen next, Himik himself shouted at Suela, who had turned around for a moment to push her back, then raised his remaining hand and delivered another full-body blow.

”Do not resist, my daughter.

I know it was not a blow that would buy Suela the time she needed to leave this place.

But it was a blow that I hoped would send her one step further away.

”Do not let me see your horseshit!

Such a blow would seem haphazard to the god.

The god brushed away his clenched hand and deflected Himik's attack with his free hand.

”Sleep, daughter.

Grasping her hand, stained with her own blood, she blows Himik away with such force that it bends Himik's body into a crooked shape.

But that's not enough to make Himik succumb.

He spreads his wings and kills the momentum, landing on the ground.

He endures the pain and tries to leap at it, no matter if his ribs are broken or not.

When we meet again, be the same honest girl you were before.

A magic circle is deployed on the ground where Himikku lands, and a chain of light shoots out from him.

'Seal formation! Shit!”?

Figure out where that magic circle is leading to, and Himik is impatient as the chains are entangled in his body and slowly being sucked into the circle.

It spreads its wings and flaps its wings as if to resist, but it is losing, albeit slightly.

You'll be sucked into the magic circle gradually, but Himiku is desperately trying to escape.

You're going to be able to get your wings entangled in the chain, and you'll have no way to resist.

''Ugh! Not yet! Yet, I am!

It's a good thing that you're able to get the most out of this one, because it's the only way to get away from this place.

I won't let you go.

Memoria's last badge of consciousness is the last straw.

The Blood Rose Garden.

Formed a cage by thorns of blood.

Layers and layers of crimson thorns obscured the sight of the god and blinded Suela.

But it doesn't matter.

As if the god didn't care what magic the dying memoria had unleashed, with a single flick of his sword, the warding collapses in vain.

Without even a glance.

As the god was about to take a step forward, a being stood in front of him.

”.........

Suela.

An act that would waste the time that Muil, Himik and Memoria had made for her.

She was facing the gods as she was begging to get away, even one step farther.

She didn't even give him time to wonder if she was begging for her life or if she was going to raise the white flag.

Reveal! Balrog!

Suela summoned the biggest trump card she had.

A great composite spirit of fire and shadow.

A huge spirit with multiple arms, formed by the fire of shadow.

Destroy it!

The trump card of Suela, who has given her arm the magical power of her entire being.

The Balrog attacks boldly as if it were a series of wild blows.

.........

In the face of the attack, which even a fierce angel can pass through the damage, the gods do not change their complexion, but rather let their gaze wander as if to say that they are not interested.

The two babies who disappeared from Suela's arms.

The gods were looking for them.

''You're in my way.

Cutting

With a single swing, the Balrog's body cracked sideways and seemed to vanish.

But...

Not yet!

The performance of the compound spirits is not dignified.

Shadows belong to the darkness, but are inextricably linked to light.

Fire belongs to the light.

Can it withstand my attack?

Can it withstand my attack?

It is a spirit that has a powerful resistance to the attribute of light.

Fire and shadow joined the sliced parts together and made the Balrog shake his fist again.