Vol 1 Chapter 53 (2/2)

“Paul!”

The kobold slowly stood up.

The sword was still embedded within its chest.

Paul fell onto his backside, while staring at the monster in astonishment.

“No way! We pierced its heart! A monster’s organs should still be in the same places as those of a normal animal!”

Eliza had healed Louis as much as she could and was in the middle of bandaging his other wounds. The two of them could only stare at the kobold in shock.

“Heheheh, HAHAHAHA!”

The monster released a loud, unrestrained laugh.

“Well well well, ya guys did pretty good! Are ya the so-called adventurers? Didn’t think I’d be this lucky! Didn’t think I’d enjoy it this much!”

“Th- the kobold talked?”

“‘It talked?’ That so weird? I ain’t a simple kobold. Name’s Veldaroth.”

The demon answered Eliza’s bewildered question.

As he laughed, the sword came out of his chest.

There was no sound, and no blood spurted from the wound. The sword seemed to slip out on its own. After floating in the air for a moment, it clattered to the ground.

“I was waiting fer that Avian brat to call more of her kind to the village, but it’s been friggin’ boring recently. Won’cha play with me?”

He provoked the adventurers with his words and a beckoning gesture.

“You monster!”

With a shout, Oort charged

Oort charged at the demon Veldaroth. As he ran, he began to swing his axe furiously.

Oort had the strength to even chop through stone.

However, Veldaroth easily stopped Oort’s blow with his free hand.

The axe blade didn’t even scratch the demon’s palm.

“Good hit, but I won’t be cut by a regular blade, ya know? I’m a demon, after all. Y’all need magic or magic weapons. Didn’t ya know that?”

Veldaroth crushed the axehead with his bare hands and swung the handle around.

Oort’s feet left the ground and he flew through the air, like a weed being uprooted, until he crashed into a tree.

“Urgh, monster.”

Oort groaned after he landed.

“Oort!”

Eliza stopped healing Louis, stood up, and quickly began to chant.

Oort got back up and charged at the demon again.

“‘Hey, didn’t I tell ya it won’t work? What’re ya tryin’ to do?”

Oort threw his axe handle at Veldaroth with all of his might.

Veldaroth instantly swatted it away.

“O blade, follow my will: Imbue the blade with my power!”

Eliza finished her spell.

Her target was Paul’s blade, which had fallen out from Veldaroth’s chest.

Oort picked it up and slashed at the demon.

“Enchantment Magic. How interesting!

Oort swung his sword freely.

The blade, imbued with the enchantment, left a trail of light as it flashed through the air.

Oort may have been an axe specialist, but his swordsmans.h.i.+p was still first-rate.

Even so, his attack missed his target.

Veldaroth had dodged his swing with an agility unimaginable from his large body.

Then–

“Take that!”

Veldaroth suddenly countered with a swing of his club.

It was impossible for Oort to dodge it at such a close range.

Instead, he quickly raised his s.h.i.+eld to block the attack.

The club slammed into the s.h.i.+eld with a loud crash.

Oort found himself flying through the air again, due to the force of the blow.

The sword left Oort’s hands and the blade sunk into the ground near Wynn and Leti.

“Oops. Used too much strength. Sorry for breakin’ yer arm,” the demon taunted.

Oort’s iron s.h.i.+eld was completely deformed by the blow.

His s.h.i.+eld arm had been completely smashed. Blood gushed out of the wound, and his bones were protruding through his skin.

“Oort!”

Paul rushed over to Oort.

He slung Oort’s uninjured right arm over his shoulder and helped him stand.

“Hey, are ya gonna run away? Did ya think I’d just let ya?”

Veldaroth jeered as he watched them try to move away.

“We aren’t running away from you. I was just getting him out of the way.”

“What?”

“O fireball, strike true!”

Eliza used all of her remaining mana to shoot a fireball at Veldaroth, which exploded upon impact.

“We did it!”

Seeing the fireball hit its mark, Eliza cheered, with a tinge of happiness in her voice.

Unfortunately, she was mistaken.

“Weak!”

Veldaroth swung his club.

The gust of wind from his swing blew out the flames like a candle.

“Us demon ain’t affected by anythin’ but spells and magically imbued weapons. Yer spells could hardly be called magic if ya compare them to the Avians’ spells!”

“No way…”

“Well, it did sting a bit. I had some fun, but humans are never strong. The Avians ain’t comin’ neither. I should just take care of ya guys and kill off that bait.”

“You monster…”

Oort bit his lips so hard that they

hard that they bled. All color drained from Paul’s face.

Eliza, having exhausted all of her mana, lay gasping on the ground.

Next to her, Louis had drawn a dagger in place of his broken spear and was struggling to sit up.

Paul’s legs were frozen in fear, unable to move another step.

Veldaroth moved to stand right before him.

The demon’s feral glare caused Paul to drop Oort, and he collapsed to the ground himself.

His whole body shook and his teeth chattered audibly.

Oort, also unable to move, could do nothing but await his imminent death.

“Well, it’s the end fer ya. Least ya helped me kill some time, eh?”

Veldaroth raised his club.

Then suddenly–

“GYAAAAAAAAH!!”

The tip of Paul’s sword suddenly appeared again in Veldaroth’s chest, just like it had moments before.

Veldaroth screamed in pain.

The blade emitted a faint glow.

Veldaroth couldn’t ignore the damage this time around.

“Who…who did that?”

As if responding to Oort’s question, the person who stabbed Veldaroth kicked the demon as they pulled the sword from the demon’s back.

“Wynn!”

Oort saw Wynn standing there, wielding Paul’s sword.

“Argh. Yer pretty good fer a brat. Ya wanna play, too?”

“No! Run, Wynn! Don’t be stupid!”

Louis yelled.

Ignoring him, Wynn ran straight at Veldaroth.

He was faster than anyone thought a child his age could be.

“Stop scurryin’ around!”

Veldaroth swung his club.

Right before it reached him, Wynn leapt back.

The blast of air from the swing pushed Wynn even further backwards.

Wynn adjusted his stance midair and landed lightly on the ground.

Then Veldaroth bared his fangs.

Light coalesced in his mouth as he gathered magic power.

After a moment, he shot beams of light from his mouth at Wynn, one after another.

Wynn wove side to side, dodging the beams, as he made his way towards Veldaroth.

Once Wynn got close enough, Veldaroth closed his mouth and swung his club again.

Wynn slid under the swinging club.

It wouldn’t have been possible if he had a bigger body.

Wynn could hear the wind as the club pa.s.sed over him.

The gale caused by the swing felt like it was ripping his hair out.

Still, Wynn pushed on and slashed at Veldaroth’s thigh.

“Ya messed up! There ain’t much mana left in the sword. Can’t even scratch me!”

It was true, the sword would barely cause any damage to the demon.

Veldaroth let go of his club and attempted to smack Wynn with his hand.

Wynn used Veldaroth’s descending arm as a foothold and thrust at the demon’s canine face.

The demon dodged by tilting his head and shook his arm to dislodge Wynn from it. He sent a roundhouse kick at the airborne Wynn.

Realizing that he was midair with Veldaroth’s leg swiftly approaching, Wynn stretched out his left arm and used his elbow to cus.h.i.+on the blow. He was launched through the air by the force of the kick.

“Leti!” Wynn called out.

“What!?”

Veldaroth, following Wynn’s line of sight, turned around.

He saw a fireball — several times larger than the one Eliza had created earlier — floating above Leti.

“What the h.e.l.l!?”

When Veldaroth turned around completely, Leti pointed at the demon.

The fireball shot towards Veldaroth, leaving scorching hot air in its wake.

When it hit, a pillar of fire erupted into the sky.

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