The Paladin Owns the Relic

87 – Paramer Subjugation (12)

“…How.”

“I’m here to save you.”

“But that’s something that belongs…”

“I borrowed it.”

“Even a genius takes time to handle it properly…”

“So I was recognized. To Tarnhelm. It’s a bit late.”

No words came out. Just a laugh came out.

What is this? What is this!

Those who thought they would not come are pouring in. And that’s also in Paramer, widely referred to as this limb!

“Wasn’t it scary?”

“I’m scared.”

“But why are you here?”

“Because you are here.”

Irene covered my body. The red flames clinging to the white armor didn’t hurt at all.

It was just warm.

Irene rolled her eyes.

“As a senior, I want to scold you, but…The situation doesn’t seem to go smoothly.”

I got up.

The lord of the rot was getting up. The surface of the huge flesh was burning, but there seemed to be no damage.

Okay. It’s like an iron walled fortress. It is a demonic object that endlessly regenerates.

There is only one way to defeat it, unless it is crushed with truly overwhelming force.

Pierre and Aris. To separate the two.

The lord of the rot purred. He grabbed the greatsword in a muffled voice.

“Senior.”

“Yes. Junior.”

“Do you see the jewel embedded in the chest over there?”

“…Yes. I can see it.”

The only black shimmering orb in the body of the Lord of the Rotten.

“I have to break that way.”

A key element to destroy one of the special patterns!

Irene didn’t put her horse on her katana.

I didn’t even ask. She just nodded her head as if for granted.

“Leave it to me.”

Irene’s white greatsword caught fire.

“Because I will do something.”

Irene is definitely a genius. But even though she is a genius, she has limits. A person’s growth rate is greatly limited.

If she had come up here alone, she would have stopped her.

However, it is different now. The thing on her body is Tarnhelm. The thing I coveted the most among Ra’s holy relics. However, it is a sacred object that was abandoned early on, thinking that it upsets the shamans during the day.

I can trust that. I gripped the dagger tightly. The lord of the rot laid down his greatsword.

A monster that has been doing contract killings for countless hours. And among those killed by the monster were high-ranking knights.

He’s strong raw, but he’s a guy who puts swordsmanship on top of that. The measurement level is 90.

And these are two people in their 70s with lower stats than that. Wearing Tarnhelm, you could think of it as similar to me on a physical level alone.

Still, compared to the enemy, it is infinitely weak. But it’s too wasteful to give up.

Because there is also ‘her’.

“Zahard.”

Someone emerged from the shadows that slipped in like snakes. Serpent Apostle Estelle.

Nice! Even the 80’s join us!

But she can’t use this woman on her own. Estelle had work to do. Separating Aris and Pierre when the Lord of the Rotten is most weakened.

Estelle asked briefly.

“What are you doing?”

“Stay here, and if you see a crack, separate the person inside that shell.”

“Help?”

“A little bit of rear support, please. You’d better save your energy as much as possible. You’ll need a clear shot when separating them.”

I stood shoulder to shoulder with Irene. She stood next to her

The lord of the rot purred. The tip of the greatsword wriggled, digging sparsely like a saw blade.

It must be even stronger than before.

“Senior.”

It is definitely a tense moment. But without even realizing it, I quietly spoke.

“This is the first time we have fought together like this.”

“…It’s okay. We will be together from now on.”

“Yes?”

“Concentrate.”

Irene’s white greatsword caught fire.

“Come.”

The lord of the rot roared.

. . .

The apostle Estelle glanced back. A sword embedded in the back of a rotten giant.

It is a naga relic. Undoubtedly. Why is that here

Did Zahard bring out something hidden inside Paramer?

The more you look at him, the more bizarre he is. Estelle brushed up her hair that was fluttering in her pout.

The lord of the rot moves his greatsword. The space itself is shattered by the force of the US and China.

Kwajik.

The sound was short. The slashing greatsword swallowed everything. Even the thorns of the red bones bursting out at the same time.

It’s a monster. Estelle fought it head-on, and she didn’t have the confidence to win one-on-one. He’d rather cut through the thick skin and put damage into it, but he’d get hit.

But to my surprise, the two weaker than myself were in equilibrium. A rushing dagger and a wildly moving greatsword.

“…The Church of Ra.”

Estelle sighed.

“Hidden her claws.”

The heavy armor moved. When sparks erupted from the helmet, the white greatsword burned wildly.

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Simple firepower is mixed with finesse.

Lord of the Rotten.

I’m struggling with a monster that I can’t even do.

Quaaa!!!!

Every time they collided, the space exploded. Even though the flames were being pushed back with a roar, they were certainly enduring.

And then…

Even a dagger aiming for a gap.

Zahard moved. There was no sign of popularity in the strange movement. Like the teeth of a snake approaching silently, he aimed for a weak spot.

Collect and split. It caught the eyes of the eyes as if aiming for something. There were no effective hits, but the lord of the rotten ones vented his rage as if he were fussy.

All-round wide-area attack.

The rotten muscles that gave me strength swelled up. The rotten giant’s back was cracked by the greatsword.

Deed Deed Deed Dede Deuk!!!!!

Flesh swarmed. A rain of blood was scattered in all directions. Estelle gripped her plainclothes sword.

Who will believe that?

That this scene was a battle between the denominations, which everyone thought was a dying year.

“…Ssssscha.”

A plain sword with split joints stretched like a whip. It flew forward as if bouncing with one simple gesture.

An attack that strikes Irene from an unblockable angle. Hit the side of the sword to twist its trajectory.

The greatsword that was aiming for the flesh crashed into the ground, and at that moment, the two effective hits pierced the lord of the rotten ones.

Kwagagagagagak!!

Three joint ventures.

Union of Apostle-class talent.

Estel retrieved the plain clothes sword. Like a snake looking for prey, it scanned the gap. All you need to do is back up. More than that doesn’t help.

Said Zahard. To conserve strength. If so, there must be some way.

In the first place, I didn’t think that I could drag on for a long time against that. Clearly, what is this man thinking?

…Show me. Zahard.

Are these people worth risking their lives for?

. . .

“Keuuugh!!”

The ground cracked. I sprained my foot. Mental fatigue. I can’t even hit it with my body because I’m relatively lacking in specs. I couldn’t completely evade the rotting bones, so I was hit by an attack.

“Poo-sup?!”

Blood rushed out of his mouth. A shock as if the intestines were torn to pieces.

Rolled on the ground. The bouncing body lost control for an instant.

“Zahard?!”

“Don’t come…!”

I answered somehow in a scratchy voice. I got up. I was staggering too.

“Preventing the rate of erosion…Now the limit…!”

[Erosion rate: 72%]

My mind is clouding. The front is blurry. I gasped.

I tried to catch my breath. I somehow looked ahead.

Lord of the Rotten.

The White Greatsword, an accessory of Tarnhelm, has cracked.

“Ugh!!”

One knee of Irene bent. I threw down the dagger.

As I ran, I pulled Mistiltein from the back of the rotten giant.

“Zahard?! That, that’s a direct contact that increases the rate of erosion…!”

[Erosion rate: 81%]

I know.

If I lose my mind here, everything will be over.

However, the more the black roots were planted in my body, the greater power came to me. Misteltein is a double-edged sword.

By hurting myself, I make the enemy hurt too.

[The Seed of Evil (SSS) is wriggling.]

It steps on rotten flesh and stretches the blade. The lord of the rotten shakes his head.

The hand that is clenched and squeezed. The swollen, rotten muscles heat up violently for an instant.

The giant of the US and China.

A huge force I’ve never been hit before is looking at me from the front.

I can’t get past that. It’s a pattern that’s been dying for a while.

If this were in a game, I would have died here.

…But!

“Oops!”

The sound of grinding teeth came from Irene’s mouth. Her crumbling knee is put back together. Sparks leaked out once again from the tip of the white greatsword I was holding.

“aaa!!!!”

A sound like scraping from limit to limit. The trail of the rotten Lord’s greatsword escaped for an instant in the falling white greatsword.

An attack by the mighty force of the US and China passed past me. Her right arm is severed from the shoulder blade down and she flies backwards. However, I immediately turned around and grabbed Mistiltein, who was bouncing away, with my left arm.

I stretched out my hand in the running pain. Last number. The erosion rate that rises to the limit has barely allowed it to penetrate the thick outer shell.

“I’ll pierce you through!”

Black Jewel.

[Infiltrated Darkness – Use Sanajeh (S).]

Mistiltein dug deep into the weakness the two of them had been aiming for all along.

“……”

“……”

“……”

A silence engulfed everyone. The cracks that started from the surface of the black jewel soon completely covered the object.

The pouring pieces. A falling black jewel.

Aris laughed inside the body of the lord of the rot. I whispered so I could hear her giggling.

“Aris… She won’t die from it… It’s futile…”

The Mistiltein I was holding trembled. I nodded.

“…Yes. You won’t die from this.”

Blood poured from the cut off section of her right arm.

But with him-

My holy power, which had been dormant all along, caught fire.

“It’s different if it’s something else!”

[The holy power of Ra, which was devoured, returns.]

[The mixed stigma (A) wriggles.]

[Mixed divinity (A) wriggles.]

[The stronger shadow holy power and fire holy power merge into one.]

[The Mixed Stigma (A) and the Mixed Divinity (A) are merged into one.]

[Acquire another possibility (S).]

[The erosion of Mistiltein ends.]

[Erosion rate: 100%]

[You lose your sanity.]

[The sun god’s prayer rejects it.]

[Misteltane howls wildly.]

[The seed of evil reacts.]

[The Flower of Evil (SSS) fully blooms.]

The holy power of the flame that burns from deep within the body. The holy power of the shadow that supports it.

【Zahard!!!】

A lost voice.

-Gearly, you did it! You damn bastard!

A whisper you’ll probably never hear again.

“…Huh?”

Amid the trembling voice of Aris, her missing right arm began to recover again.

New flesh sprouted from the place covered in flames. He let out a breath that seemed to stop.

“Aris.”

Her earrings, which had been silent all along, swayed.

[Thirst and hunger.]

[Despair covered the world.]

[But even so, the light remained.]

[People named it ‘Brunak’.]

[The whole body is filled with faith.]

[The lost light of Ra arrives in the world.]

[The holy power is filled to the maximum.]

[Stamina is filled to maximum.]

[The operation of holy power doubles.]

[Fire that consumes light – Use Luin (A).]

[Fire that swallows light – Luin (A) responds to numerous battle experiences.]

[The extended spear gains power.]

[Light-devouring fire – Luin (A) is changed to Holy Destruction – Luin (S).]

Inside her outer shell, I placed the shallowly embedded Mistil Thein. Turned her body around.

Brunak manifests. A window of light shone at the fingertips. The blade of the spear was dyed red, and the light that exploded in an instant drove away the darkness.

The eyes of the Lord of the Rotten stiffened in unison.

I grinned.

“Let’s stop.”

From start to finish.

I reached out to put an end to Paramer’s long and long journey.

“No way…”

Devouring words, deeper.

Beyond the jewel’s place, into the thick outer shell.

I drove the tip of my burning spear into Misteltein’s hilt.

The ‘Flower of Evil (SSS)’ that ‘Seed of Evil (SSS)’ has bloomed.

The destructive power of Mistiltein, which bloomed at the erosion rate that rose to the limit, penetrated the lord of the rotten ones.