The Paladin Owns the Relic

86 – Paramer Subjugation (11)

Quaaa…

The sound rang out for a long time without ending at once. Even though the giant’s hand only touched the ground, one side of the city collapsed, and a thick layer of dust rose.

The wind blew. I stepped on the back of a giant far from the ground.

Wide.

It’s absurdly wide, and if you don’t move slightly, you might mistake it for rotten ground.

“Cutcha.”

I put Mistiltein in deeply. The weapon, which penetrated deep into the flesh, eroded the inside of the rotten giant. It took root and dyed the surroundings black.

[Redeeming the Palace of the Rotten…]

[The Palace of the Rotten resists.]

The giant resisted, but his strength was clearly diminished. Since magic siege guns fly periodically, it is safe to say that they were almost suppressed.

Of course, this is not the end.

A flower bloomed at the end of Misteltein’s hilt, which was rooted for redemption. A seed that eats away at a target materialized through the blackened holy power.

[Use the Seed of Evil (SSS).]

[The seed of evil is wriggling.]

[The sanctuary covers the whole area.]

Like a wave bursting, black energy swept across the rotten giant’s back once.

A spreading wide-area buff covered my body. As befits a Naga holy object, a skill that bestows high blessings on those with shadow holy power.

[Health regeneration increases.]

[Sacred power recharge speed increases.]

[Muscle strength is strengthened.]

[Your senses become sensitive.]

[Entering a temporary state of madness.]

[Erosion rate: 32%]

I took my hand away from Mistiltein. He took a deep breath and inhaled. I forcibly straightened my shaky vision.

The pain rushes in. The sensation of something crawling into your veins.

I caught my breath. With trembling hands, he took out the expensive dagger he had put in his pocket.

It’s not up to S rank, but it was an A-rank dagger in the treasure house that looked quite usable.

“Now, Zahard…The rate of erosion is rising too fast…! As I said before, if you reach 100%, you may not be able to come back…!”

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The white snake that burrowed into his right arm whispered. I chuckled.

I know. The side effects of the body becoming stronger in real time.

But don’t I have a naga? The incarnation of Naga who manifested after bearing all kinds of resistance.

“Please help Naga.”

“Ha, but…”

“I will believe.”

He stroked the snake’s head as if whispering.

“If it’s Naga-sama, I’m sure he’ll do something.”

The white snake trembled.

It seeped into the skin as if to prevent black erosion from coming from the fingertips. The snake’s eyes turned red.

“…I’ll do my best…!”

The white snake started fighting with the black root climbing up its body. The rate of erosion slows down somewhat, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t rise at all.

Naga is really easy to handle.

That’s good. I’ll pay you back someday

Because I am a person who always pays back what I receive!

[The snake whispered.]

[He cuts his wrist to offer blood.]

[Black Swamp – Use Favela (S).]

Transmogrification landed on the two daggers he held. Scriptures of the naga. For many years, the shape of a sacred god that has been passed down from mouth to mouth has landed on the fingertips.

I asked.

“Should I go or will you come out?”

She replied.

“Why!!!! Why hey hey hey hey!!!!!!”

The giant’s skin was torn. Amidst the rotting blood and flesh that spurted out, a girl with eyes flashing with anger appeared.

Amid miserable screams, many rotten soldiers begin to rise. Rotten knights that are qualitatively different from the ones below.

There is a proper skeleton attached to the rattling sound. The shape of the rotten face collapsed, and the raised bone sword shone sharply.

At the end in between was a throne made of bones. Aris, half standing up, gasped.

The black-haired, scarred girl whispered.

“All Aris wants is… Just… To be free… But you… Are fed up with… I hate it…”

Phase 2. This is the real beginning.

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

I set the dagger at an angle.

“The most disgusting thing is me!”

. . .

「I am a human chosen by Ra. But on the other hand, if you take away that power, there will be no power at all. Just like ‘he’ did.”

So she did as she said. She gobbled up the power, then nailed it to her corner.

She originally intended to kill me. But what she said didn’t like her. So she wanted to die slowly through pain.

…But.

But I’m sure she stole it…!

“How?!”

Amid Aris’ screams, the rotten knights stood up. She raised her sword to protect her lord.

But it was broken. It was different from the man who said that he would have no ability other than being the apostle of Ra.

The dagger flashes. When the shadows swayed, the heads of the rotten knights flew off.

It’s fast.

The speed is so fast that the speed of the feet is faster than the speed of the sword!

“Do not come!!!!”

Aris slapped her hand down. A rotten arm sprouted from the giant’s back and cut through the air.

Zahad opened his mouth.

“Pattern 1-1. Slashing forward with a rotten arm.”

“……?!”

One point difference.

The difference between the attack and the miss was just that much.

As expected, they dig inside. A huge rotten arm missed.

The tip of the blade dug into Aris’ body.

How?!

I’m sure I’m faster…?!

Pierre howled. The clock tower’s monster covered Aris’ body like a shadow. Aris rolled over from the explosion, but it didn’t touch her body.

“Ah, protect Aris!”

The knights stood up. Aris also did not stay still. The flesh of the rotten clumps in his outstretched hand.

A coincidence only happens once. No two times therefore…!

“Pattern 3-4!”

It misses.

“How eh eh eh eh?!”

”I expected everything! Next time you say, “This is nonsense!”

“This is ridiculous…!”

Aris was taken aback. The dagger that pierced the riot of her rotten arm flashed.

The distance narrowed in an instant. Heads of flying knights.

Pierre’s thick skin cracks in an instant!

“I-I don’t like things like this…!”

Pierre’s screams are deeply embedded in his memory. Aris struggled with her. She raked up a great deal of the flesh of the rotten, and she slew her great spiny tentacles.

“Don’t come any closer!!!”

“Don’t like it?!”

The thorny tentacles grazed Zahard’s body. However, Zahard’s body bizarrely bent once he stood up from the ground.

The thorns sprouting from the surface of the thorny tentacles barely passed by. Blood splattered, but only scratches.

On the contrary, Pierre’s body was cut even deeper. All of his outstretched attacks miss.

As if he foresaw the future, he narrowly cuts through the gap.

“No…No…”

Aris put her hands together. She opened it with all her might, as if tearing open the space.

“Leave Aris alone!!!!”

A self-destructive device that even engulfs you.

The condensed flesh exploded with a roar.

. . .

I didn’t expect this.

I was pushed back. Straightened his body;

Aris, the slave of the clock tower.

I had already learned that pattern with my body. These patterns have already been seen hundreds of times in the game. It was a different problem to actually solve with the body, but the skills and senses that were honed helped this.

But apart from that, the question of whether or not we could win was distinctly different.

In the explosion, rotten flesh fell. Aris, gasping, turned her head. Her burning face began to return to normal.

“Aris…Aris… Wants freedom.”

A tearing voice. The broken vocal cords made a strange sound.

She stretched out her hand. The sucked flesh wrapped around Aris’ body.

Coming.

3 Phases.

The rotten knights fell to their knees. As she wished, she cooperated with her.

The knights collapsed. Her bones cracked and condensed and wrapped around Aris’ body. Aris, buried in her twisted flesh, raised her body.

Innumerable eyes popped up in the rotten flesh on the surface. Her eyes moved in unison, as if a wounded Pierre took the initiative.

Pierre’s shell wrapped around Aris’ body. The figure of a monster that ate countless blood and souls, abandoned itself in love with humans, appeared on the ground.

Many eyes were fixed on me.

“… Ha.”

Lord of the Rotten.

As usual, he whispers.

“…The command.”

The sound is muffled, as if listening to it underwater. It wasn’t Aris’ voice.

The voice of the clock tower monster-Pierre who finally took the initiative.

The rotten lord reached out.

Condensing flesh. A strange, twisted sword was in Aris’ hand.

Heavy beyond being big. The eyes attached to the sword occupy all directions.

Aris’s voice erupted from within the body of the lord of the rot.

“…Kill.”

The hidden boss, whom I hadn’t caught a few times in the game, woke up.

“Kill the Apostle of Ra!!! Freedom!!! Give me freedom!!! Pierre ugh!!!!!”

In the twisted voice, the lord of the rot raised his head.

Pierre.

The shell of a monster who had lived a life like a puppet and finally gave up on thinking nodded.

”As Aris wishes.”

Immediately.

The air was blown out.

“Ugh?!”

I know. You know the pattern. But it’s faster than expected.

The skin was ripped from the simple pressure of the sword. A power different from before. I immediately turned and corrected my posture.

It collides. Wield a sword The Black Swamp-Favela howled furiously.

Quagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagak!!!

Lots of moves. But it’s not enough. I accelerated my speed further.

Stretched and stretched. Compress the ground and fly away.

After bouncing and breaking, it stands up again.

“Zahard?!”

“Shh! I can’t concentrate!”

Sparks fly. At least the hem of his clothes fluttered everywhere. Unable to follow my movements, the fragmented shadows are torn apart all at once.

An absurd difference in power.

Black Swamp – The Favela screams as if it will break.

“Keuugh?!”

The eyes of the Lord of the Rot move. The pupils clinging to the surface of the flesh split apart, following all my movements.

The final problem of phase 3 that even most specs can’t overcome.

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A super sense that is close to predicting the future.

An indomitable fortress impervious to any attack due to its thick outer shell.

Overwhelming power that breaks all attacks.

A trinity of specs is always a scam!

“Damn it!”

All attacks are deflected. I split between them and struggle, but I am ricocheted by the greatsword and slam my body to the ground.

“Zahard! Left!”

Following Naga’s urgent cry, he immediately turned his head. He turned over and stood up, scratching the ground with his feet. Black shadows were scattered among the bouncing flesh.

A dagger that becomes even sharper with the holy power of the heated shadow. But even that doesn’t work. A greatsword so large that it is ignorant follows my movements.

Collapse is an instant.

The ground is shredded by the slash.

“Keuuugh?!”

It was cut. Blood splattered from the upper body. I tried to heal it right away, but the rotten flesh dug into my body.

A sparkling greatsword. As if refusing to give it a chance, the lord of the rotten moved his greatsword.

”Aris…Aris…”

The rapidly moving pupils were fixed.

”Commands…commands…”

“Kill it!!! Kill me!”

Amidst the intersecting voices, the greatsword came down.

Should I write now?! But if you use it now, everyone will be silent…!

The reaction was delayed because of the worries that stretched from tail to tail. When I came to my senses, the greatsword was over my head.

Ah.

f*ck.

It’s late…

“Zahard.”

The light came down.

Quaaa!!!!!

There was an explosion. I bounced back. So did the Lord of the Rotten.

A white greatsword stuck down. Amidst the fluttering flames, someone appeared.

Thick armor. The appearance of wearing the helmet deeply pressed down overflowed with divinity. The red flames attached here and there burned fiercely as if announcing the end.

A shape that seems to reproduce the descent of an angel.

Ra’s flame burned the world.

[Come on. Aye.]

[I combed it only for you.]

[Publicize my greatness.]

[In the unbreakable fortress, burn your flame.]

[I witnessed the divine power of Tarnhelm (SSS).]

[The wound heals rapidly.]

Crumbling flesh and the fire that continues to spread.

I staggered to my feet. Why… Why is this here…

“…Tarnhelm?”

Why is the holy relic of the Church of Ra here?

Why is an item that can only be used by the head of the shrine maiden during the day…?

The wings spread from the white armor. Ra’s radiance. Someone whispers in the burning flame.

“…I believed you were alive.”

I raised my eyes. There was an unexpected person in front of me.

The woman took off her helmet and laughed in the dispelling flames. Her white hair blew in the wind.

The church branch that started its second life for the first time.

The string of ties formed there whispered in front of me.

“I’m here to keep the promise I said I’d come to pick you up. Junior.”

At one time, he was my senior and the person I protected.

There was a person in front of me that I thought I would never see here.

Irene, an apprentice priest.

No…

The ‘shaman of the day’ looked at me. She said with unwavering eyes as always.

“Go back. Together.”

As if it came to announce the end of it all.