Sword Master With One Strike Kill - Chapter 82

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One-Strike Kill Swordmaster Episode 82

Episode 82. The Adversary (4)

The magic of an 8th Circle mage did not disappoint.

An enormous amount of tightly condensed mana.

A crimson flame mass began flying toward The Adversary like an arrow.

“Damn it, Biyolf! If you attack without warning like that…!”

Selena cried out in shock.

She seemed worried that his impulsive action might put the entire party in danger.

But it’s fine.

I already knew Biyolf would make a rash move.

‘This is all within expectations.’

Given Professor Biyolf’s personality, it would have been stranger if he didn’t throw the first punch.

‘Rather, there’s something I need to confirm with this opportunity.’

I widened my eyes and stared intently at the attack Professor Biyolf had launched.

Kwaaaaaa-!

The fireball flying at terrifying speed.

However, even as the attack approached right before his eyes, The Adversary didn’t budge an inch.

He simply sat still on the Jade Throne in the same posture as before, sneering.

Seeing this, Biyolf burst into hearty laughter and shouted in a triumphant voice.

“Kahahat! He’s so shocked he can’t even react! He was just all show and no substance…!”

Shururururuk─!

“…Huh?”

That was the moment.

Just as the lava mass was about to touch The Adversary, the magic suddenly vanished.

As if it had been sucked into somewhere.

“Wh-what?”

Professor Biyolf muttered with a bewildered expression.

“How did he do that? There’s no trace of Dispel being used…?”

Snicker-.

The Adversary burst into laughter as if finding it ridiculous and answered.

“Wake up from your dream. Your attacks will never reach me.”

“What do you mean…?”

“The difference in rank is a wall that cannot be bridged by any effort. Did you think a mere mortal could harm me, who stands shoulder to shoulder with the gods?”

“…!”

The Adversary.

Literally, he was a being who defied the will of heaven.

The Adversary, who had overcome the fate of mortality and achieved immortality through his own power alone, was not someone who could be harmed by simple one-dimensional magic.

‘…As expected.’

This confirmed that the situation was exactly the same as in the game. For now, it’s impossible to inflict damage on The Adversary.

‘Then… is ‘that’ the only method?’

As I was continuing these thoughts, The Adversary suddenly burst into laughter and looked at Professor Biyolf.

“By the way, judging by that fiery temperament, you must be Professor Biyolf.”

“Wh-what…?”

Professor Biyolf’s face instantly contorted.

“You know me?”

“Of course I do. How could I not?”

The Adversary nodded leisurely.

“Selena often told me about you. A nasty old man who constantly interferes with The Organization’s work. She said you have no real skill but endless greed.”

“Whaaaat…!”

Whoosh-!

Professor Biyolf’s gaze turned toward Selena again.

“Hey! What’s he talking about! Don’t tell me you were in cahoots with that bastard…!”

“Professor Biyolf!”

Selena suddenly screamed.

“Are you believing that monster’s words? Don’t fall for his attempt to drive a wedge between us!”

As if proving the years she had lived as the Crimson Empress, she spouted lies without changing her expression one bit.

“…Ah.”

Professor Biyolf, hearing that cry, suddenly came to his senses. He turned to The Adversary with a face full of anger.

“Daaaaamn! You cunning bastard! Are you trying to split us apart! Selena and I have already resolved all misunderstandings and made peace!”

“…?”

For a moment, The Adversary looked dumbfounded, but soon burst into laughter as if it didn’t matter.

“Huu. Yes. You’re plotting something quite interesting, Selena. I wondered what was happening when the owner of the ‘Seal’ suddenly changed…”

He looked at me and gave a chilling smile.

“…To think you’d even bring a Sword Master to kill me?”

Flinch-.

At that murderous gaze, Selena startled and shrank back.

Barely managing to calm her trembling body, she declared with a deliberately resolute air.

“Your atrocities end here.”

“Ha.”

The Adversary slightly raised himself from the Jade Throne and let out a low laugh.

“Atrocities? Do you truly think what I’ve done are ‘atrocities’?”

“…”

“Thirty-three. That’s how many humans I use as sacrifices per month. Barely more than one person per day.”

The Adversary’s expression twisted.

“But what about the old ones? What have those incompetent fools done for humanity?”

“…”

“They merely stand by and watch as humanity is toyed with by the Evil Deities. Intoxicated by past glory, irresponsibly.”

He growled in a low, sunken voice.

“Hundreds die every day in the Uncharted Wilderness. Who exactly is the real sinner?”

“That’s…”

“I will accomplish what those rotten gods could not. I will become a god myself and set all of this right.”

“N-no matter what, you can’t justify innocent sacrifices…”

“Huu.”

The Adversary sighed and cut off her words. As if tired of such conversation, he shook his head.

“Don’t worry, Selena. This will be the last ritual.”

Kugugugugugu-!

At that very moment, the altar began shaking violently.

Dark red vapor rose as the floor cracked, revealing the ‘sacrifice’ that had been hidden until now.

‘That’s…’

I narrowed my eyes.

A young man lay unconscious on the altar.

At first glance, his atmosphere was completely different from the other slaves.

Should I say he had an extraordinary aura visible to the eye?

The faint remnants of mana swirling around his body were proof of that.

“Finally, I’ve found a suitable ‘body’.”

Just then, The Adversary spoke. His eyes were gleaming with sticky greed and ecstasy.

“A body with magical talent superior to anyone else’s. By placing my soul into that shell, I will make a new beginning. Once that happens, rituals like this will no longer be necessary.”

And the moment I heard The Adversary’s following words.

I could finally be certain.

That the slave youth tied upon the altar was… none other than Strawberry Latte.

Ding, ding, ding-!

“…?”

Right then, notification sounds rang out consecutively in my ears.

Witnessing the ‘anomaly’ that appeared in one corner of my vision, I opened my eyes wide.

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(b˙◁˙ )b

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(˃̵͈᷄⌓˂̵͈᷅)

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(b˙◁˙ )b

‘Huh?’

My most recently sent message.

The reaction marks and emoticons right next to it were changing in real time.

‘Wait a minute.’

You can use Community functions even while unconscious?

At this newly discovered function, my eyes calmly settled.

‘This…’

…If used well, this could be quite useful, couldn’t it?

Creak-.

While I was having such thoughts, The Adversary rose from the Jade Throne.

Crack-! Crunch-!

Every time he moved, eerie sounds of bones breaking echoed.

“I swear upon all my honor.”

The Adversary’s voice echoed through the crypt.

“There will be no more rituals. With my new body, I will open new horizons in the demonic path, and using past failures as fertilizer, I will resume my sacred challenge.”

Rising from his seat, he slowly straightened his hunched back and looked down at all of us.

“So choose wisely. When there’s the good option of peace, there’s no reason to spill precious blood. Especially in the case of mortals overflowing with talent like yourselves.”

Rumble-!

An eerie presence began to blanket the entire crypt.

The air grew heavy. Professor Biyolf’s face turned pale, and beads of sweat formed on Selena’s forehead.

Even Adelia began trembling with the sword in her hand.

Everyone hesitantly stepped backward.

They had unconsciously become frightened before The Adversary’s tremendous ‘power.’

However…

Ding-!

〔Mental Power ‘MAX’ resists the opponent’s intimidation.〕

“There’s no sophistry quite like that sophistry.”

I continued speaking without yielding even before The Adversary’s intimidating aura.

“…Hmm?”

The Adversary slightly furrowed his brow.

“Ah, right. You were there.”

Not even a hint of tension could be felt in his voice. Was he feeling at ease through the conviction that he would absolutely never die?

“Just who are you? Seeing that I can feel the blessing of the old ones, you’ve certainly made a「Sacred Covenant」… but I’ve never heard of a Sword Master like you.”

“Does someone about to die need to know such things.”

Hearing my answer, The Adversary burst into derisive laughter as if it were ridiculous.

“Oh my. You weren’t someone I could have a conversation with. Well, if you were, you wouldn’t have charged at an immortal so ignorantly like this.”

The Adversary’s voice deepened.

“Foolish seeker. I shall personally bestow a teaching upon you. An immortal can never meet ‘death.'”

“…”

“Even that Heukgol failed to kill an immortal. Do you think you can accomplish what such a powerful seeker gave up on?”

Having finished speaking, The Adversary chuckled.

In fact, his claim wasn’t wrong at all.

For a mortal to kill a being that had obtained「Immortality」was virtually impossible. Even if that mortal was a Sword Master, there were no exceptions.

That was the truth and common sense of this world. It was something that had no precedent for hundreds, thousands of years.

However…

“Camillo von Taribas is dead.”

“…?”

Starting from when I possessed Lost Elde, this world’s ‘obvious common sense’ was completely overturned.

“And that was with just one strike of my sword.”

“What?”

The Adversary let out a hollow laugh.

“Are you telling me to believe that now? Where does someone who looks so insignificant at first glance get off boasting…”

“Your tongue has been long from the start.”

“…”

“If you’re so curious, check it yourself. Whether your immortality can withstand my sword or not.”

Crack-.

The sound of grinding teeth echoed.

The Adversary’s expression momentarily contorted with displeasure, then soon cooled as if it were nothing special.

“The conversation is over. I’ve lost interest.”

Rumble-!

Following his gesture, the ground shook and something began slowly walking out from the Dark Chasm.

“Now die.”

The first phase of The Adversary, counted as one of the worst bosses in the main story, had begun.

* * *

“Professor Biyolf.”

I whispered in a small voice.

“Prepare your most powerful magic. And deploy it when I say so.”

“Understood…!”

Professor Biyolf nodded vigorously.

Whooom, whoooom-!

As he gathered mana, I continued my thoughts.

‘There’s an absolute difference in class between The Adversary and us.’

He was on a different dimension from ordinary immortals like Camillo von Taribas or Dorico Shiro.

The biggest difference was that he had obtained immortality through his own power, not through a contract with Evil Deities.

Because of this, The Adversary became bound by the laws of The Heavenly Realm. Just as we couldn’t directly attack The Adversary, The Adversary also couldn’t directly harm us.

The real reason Biyolf’s fireball was extinguished was exactly that. ‘Direct interference’ was impossible for both sides.

But to put it differently…

‘…It means indirect interference is possible.’

So The Adversary chose the following method.

“Th-that is…?”

Precisely, he was trying to kill us using his summoned creatures.

Clank-!

Heavy iron sounds echoed from the depths of the Dark Chasm.

Living Armor.

Dark armor without life began moving on its own, slowly walking toward us.

【Lv. 82】

“Damn it! Living Armor!”

Professor Biyolf’s eyes widened upon witnessing this. Mana began burning fiercely in his hands.

“Protagonist! I’m ready! Is it time!”

“Not yet.”

Is it time already, Biyolf?

Only one has appeared so far, so why are you in such a rush?

Professor Biyolf’s ‘ultimate trump card’ must be saved until the very end.

Because about ten more monsters like that were scheduled to appear…

Clank-!

“Is it time!”

“…Wait quietly until I speak first.”

“Yes!”

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