Not All Heroes From Earth Are Bad [EN]: Chapter 119

People who witnessed Basel Scotg of the Drasen Empire’s legendary swordsmanship all said one thing:

‘It’s as if he’s cutting through space itself.’ Basel Scotg’s sword cuts through anything.

Even the hardest ore.

Even a flowing river was effortlessly cleaved by Basel Scotg’s sword.

It was something that couldn’t happen unless he was cutting through the very space the object occupied.

Whirrrrr!

Hundreds of tentacles flew in.

No matter where one looked, all that could be seen were tentacles.

There was nowhere to escape.

Instead of despairing, Basel Scotg gripped his sword.

Space Sword

Form 1 – Harvester’s Scythe

A straightforward horizontal slash.

It was a sword swing aimed at empty air, but the result was devastating.

Swaaaaaash-!

The tentacles directly in Basel Scotg’s path were all severed.

He immediately dashed forward.

He knew that the path now open before him would be filled with tentacles in the blink of an eye.

He had to close the distance with Hemis before that happened.

Basel Scotg shouted.

“How long are you planning to run!” “Run? This is called reconnaissance.”

Hemis widened the distance while simultaneously waving her hand.

Black flames shot out from her fingertips.

Whoosh!

A small flame, about the size of a fist.

Its internal temperature was unimaginably high.

The flame, merely by existing, caused the surrounding temperature to soar by dozens of degrees.

Dry leaves some distance away burst into flames, emitting a pungent smoke.

“That won’t work on me.”

Basel Scotg didn’t evade the flames.

He simply raised his sword and swung.

Slice!

The flames that seemed capable of burning anything were cleanly cut in two.

The moment Basel tried to pass through the gap.

Whoosh!

The two divided flames moved again, chasing after Basel.

Basel couldn’t help but be astonished.

‘How…!?’

What he had cut was not a simple flame, but the flow of magic contained within it.

Magical power, mana, divine power.

It was common sense that any magic created with any of these forces would dissipate the moment its internal flow was severed.

“You’re still a monster.”

Basel Scotg manipulated his magic.

A magic control technique nearing perfection.

Despite his vast magical power, only a very small amount leaked from his body.

Space Sword

Form 6 – Beastly Rampage

Dozens of slashes followed in the blink of an eye.

A wild attack, as if a beast were raking with sharp claws.

The two fireballs flying towards him were divided into hundreds of pieces and dissipated.

Basel Scotg didn’t stop, continuing to swing his sword.

Space Sword

Form 3 – Thorn Thrust

Three stabs made in quick succession.

He dodged the first two attacks, but the final, third one was unavoidable.

Thwack!

The sword energy grazed Hemis’s skin, and droplets of blood splattered.

Hemis stuck out her tongue and licked the blood flowing from the wound.

‘The wound isn’t healing?’

Hemis’s monstrous body also possessed extraordinary regenerative abilities.

Ordinary wounds would heal on their own without her even being aware of them.

This kind of wound should disappear in less than a second.

However, blood was still flowing from her arm.

‘Hmph~ You’re pretty good, aren’t you?’

In Hemis’s memory, Basel Scotg was just a greenhorn.

One hundred and fifty years ago.

Even then, Basel Scotg was called a legend, but he fled without even touching a hair on Hemis’s head.

That Basel Scotg was now wounding Hemis.

Moreover, a wound that couldn’t be healed.

“Interesting.”

Hemis grinned.

Basel Scotg also twisted the corners of his lips.

“You’re still saying things like that? You’ve got a long way to go.” “Aren’t you getting too cocky over just making a scratch?” “This is just the beginning.”

Basel Scotg kicked off the ground.

Hemis unleashed magic to stop his approach.

Kwagwagwagwagwa!

Mana exploded, and explosions rang out in succession.

The power was enough to devastate the surroundings in an instant.

However, Basel Scotg remained unfazed.

Hemis’s magic was effortlessly cut down by his sword.

‘He’s tricky.’

Basel Scotg’s sword doesn’t just cut physical things.

It also slaughters invisible magical power and mana.

Therefore, no matter what magic she uses, it’s useless before him.

After all, magic is ultimately just a result formed by the flow of mana.

Thwack, thwack!

Wounds increased on Hemis’s body.

They were shallow wounds that grazed her skin, but like clothes getting soaked in a drizzle, her dress was gradually turning red.

“Still having fun? Huh? I’m curious about your impressions.”

Basel Scotg asked.

Hemis stroked her chin with her pale hand.

“I’ll admit it. Space Sword, was it? It’s not actually cutting through space, but it’s a very advanced technique.”

Basel Scotg smirked.

“So you’ve figured out my technique to some extent. But nothing changes.” “Oh, what are you talking about? I knew the technique you were using from the start.”

“What…?”

In that instant, Basel Scotg’s brow furrowed.

Hemis continued to speak with a smile still on her face.

“This is just a compliment for being good at using a difficult technique.” “Still bluffing.”

Basel Scotg shook his head.

The Space Sword was a technique he had created by investing over a hundred years since he rose to legend.

A unique technique of his own that no one else could use.

It didn’t make sense that Hemis knew it.

“You don’t seem to believe me… Should I show you?”

Hemis raised her hand.

A tremendous amount of mana began to gather at her fingertips.

“It’s not a technique you can use just by pouring in mana!”

Basel Scotg swung his sword again.

Whatever Hemis was preparing, he just had to cut it down.

Whoosh!

Basel Scotg’s sword was swung.

At the same time, Hemis’s hand fell downward.

The sword energies intertwined.

Basel Scotg’s eyes widened.

Clang-!

The tip of his sword was severed.

The piece of sword that fell to the ground emitted a sharp noise.

“What… just…?”

“Well, it means something like this.”

Hemis slashed her fingernails as if mincing something.

At the same time, a bundle of sword energy made of mana struck Basel Scotg.

Swaaaaaash-!

***

Sword energies fly in from all directions.

So many that it’s hard to respond to each one.

In times like these, you need to choose and focus.

Thwoom!

Raiderun kicked off the ground and activated his mana.

Raiderun-style martial arts

Form 3 – Wild Charge

The same Wild Charge that Choi Hyun-seok had used a few times.

A technique where you kick off the ground and run, ramming your shoulder into the opponent’s torso.

However, the Wild Charge that Raiderun used was a little different.

Kwagwagwagwagwagwagwagwa-!

He runs, smashing everything that blocks his path.

Like a buffalo.

Raiderun madly sprinted across the battlefield.

“Commander Herickson!”

“The commander has fallen!” “He, he’s a monster… Run away!” “It’s the Red Nightmare! The Red Nightmare has pushed all the way here!!!”

Raiderun was facing the enemy at the very front.

He always did his best, but this time, his resolve was different.

‘This attack is like an opportunity bought with Hemis’s life.’

Even if the future is set, he had no intention of being discouraged.

He had to inflict as much damage as possible on the enemy and seek his own growth through this opportunity that Hemis had created.

That’s why Raiderun couldn’t stop.

Crack, crunch! Thwack!

He tears apart the enemies he grabs.

He smashes the ones blocking his path.

“Bison. Stop rampaging. Is it your hobby to show off your strength against weaklings?”

Those guys who act all high and mighty like heroes.

“Valteon Kingdom’s hero, Dimos Ketler…”

He’ll trample them so thoroughly that they’ll never blather again.

“Uh…!? What!”

Raiderun, who approached the hero Dimos Ketler, grabbed his body.

Dimos, caught off guard by the grapple instead of a strike, couldn’t respond properly.

“Die.”

The reason Dimos Ketler had to die was all that mattered.

Raiderun-style martial arts

Form 10 – Death Sentence

Raiderun headbutted Dimos’s head with his forehead.

Thwack!

With the sound of something bursting, Dimos Ketler’s head shattered.

As if a huge explosion had occurred inside his head.

The blood and flesh that splattered as his head was smashed flew in all directions.

Thud, thud!

Red pieces of flesh cover the soldiers.

Despair settled in the eyes of those covered in blood and flesh.

“Aaaaaaaagh!”

“Sir Dimos Ketler has fallen!” “Th, the hero is dead!” “Run away! We have to run…!”

Their fear was so great that some soldiers even soiled themselves.

But, unfortunately, Raiderun has no sympathy in his heart.

“I have to die for Hemis-nim.”

Just desperately.

Just kill one more.

***

“Too bad~ His momentum was really great, though.”

Hemis’s voice, as she spoke, was filled with genuine regret.

Before her stood the legend, Basel Scotg, battered and bruised.

“The battle isn’t over yet.” “You’re going to keep fighting in that state?”

The situation was overwhelmingly disadvantageous for Basel Scotg in anyone’s eyes.

Covered in blood, he couldn’t properly support his body and kept staggering.

In contrast, Hemis had only lost one wrist.

The wounds on her body had already disappeared.

Even the severed wrist was bubbling and regenerating.

‘It’ll be back to normal in 30 minutes at most…’

Basel Scotg couldn’t understand.

He had severed the flow of mana.

Once severed, magical power or mana cannot move for a while.

That’s why the body cannot regenerate.

In fact, Hemis had also been unable to regenerate her body in the early stages of the battle.

“Sorry, but no matter how much you rack your brain, nothing will change. Just give up.”

“…”

“Still, I’ll admit it. Basel Scotg. You’re in the top five of the legends I’ve fought so far.”

Hemis spread out her pale hand.

“I’ve killed about a dozen legends… You can be proud of being in the top five of them!” “I have no intention of dying yet.”

“Don’t you know?”

Hemis grinned.

“Your will doesn’t matter.”

It had always been like that.

The most important thing in whether the opponent lives or dies is Hemis’s mood.

If she wants to save them, she saves them.

If she wants to kill them, she kills them.

That was all there was to it.

“By the way, where are your other friends? There’s no way it’s just you. You must have prepared something.”

“What are you talking about…”

“Hey~ No need to pretend you don’t know. I came knowing everything.”

Even with the continued questioning, Basel Scotg still had a look of not understanding.

Hemis raised her hand and scratched her head.

“Are you really alone? You don’t know anything?” “What nonsense are you spouting since earlier…!”

At that moment when Basel Scotg shouted.

A pillar of pure white light fell from the sky.

Kwaaaang-!

The pillar of light didn’t end with just one.

Kwaaaang-! Kwaaaang-!

Pillars of light fell in succession.

A total of six pillars surrounded the area.

Oooooong…!

Soon, the divine power emanating from the pillars began to envelop the surroundings.

“Hoo~ A barrier I’ve never seen before. Is it a new model?”

Hemis sensed that what was coming had finally arrived.

In contrast, Basel Scotg still hadn’t grasped the situation and had a dumbfounded look on his face.

“What on earth is happening? Answer me, Hemis!”

Basel Scotg yelled.

The answer came from behind him.

“It’s been a while, Sir Basel Scotg.”

“Asahel Bald…?”

The legend of the Holy Gatrein Empire.

Asahel Bald was walking out of the forest.

“Saintess Moriel… Even the Ten Stars of the Holy Empire…!”

Saintess Moriel of the Deusis Order.

The ten heroes said to protect the Holy Empire, the Ten Stars.

It didn’t end there.

“The Grace of God, is it…”

The largest and most powerful military group in the Holy Empire.

The Knights of the Grace of God.

Composed of a thousand holy knights, their military power was evaluated as potentially surpassing legends depending on the situation.

In other words, the Holy Empire’s top forces had gathered in one place.

“Oh my~ It’s really bustling. It must have been hard sneaking in. You could have just come normally, you know.”

Hemis greeted them as if she already knew.

Only Basel Scotg in the middle was looking around with a bewildered face.

“Sir Asahel Bald. What on earth is going on…?”

The legend of the Holy Gatrein Empire, Asahel Bald, approached.

“It seems that healing your wounds should be the priority.”

“Ah, I understand…”

Asahel Bald reached out his hand.

His fingertips were imbued with divine power that stabilized people.

“I’ll leave the rest to yo-…”

In that instant, a pure white sword was created in Asahel Bald’s hand.

Asahel Bald stabbed Basel Scotg’s neck in one swift motion.

“Ke, kek…! Ke-ack!”

Basel Scotg clutched his neck, from which blood was gushing out, and widened his eyes in disbelief.

Asahel sighed and shook his head.

“Pathetic. So pathetic. Even if the opponent is a Gluttony [one of the Seven Deadly Sins, often depicted as a powerful demon or monster], for a so-called legend to not have inflicted any damage at all.”

“Ke-ack, kek…!”

“The fact that a being like you has been breathing for three hundred years makes me sad.”

Asahel Bald swung his sword.

Slice-! Thud…!

Basel Scotg’s cleanly severed head fell to the ground.

Hemis, who was watching the scene, tilted her head.

“Oh my? Is it okay to send him off like that? He was a pretty useful friend.” “There will be no problem dealing with you, so please don’t worry.” “Well, it does seem that way. You really brought a lot of people.”

Hemis looked around.

The legend of the Holy Empire.

The Saintess of the Deusis Order.

The ten most renowned heroes.

Even a thousand of the best elite knights.

At this level, it’s dangerous even if not a corps commander, but even a corps commander’s grandfather came.

“By the way, you. Did you know we were coming?”

Asahel Bald asked.

Hemis nodded.

“Isn’t it obvious?” “But you didn’t run away and came here on your own accord.” “Yes.”

“Could it be that another corps commander is with you…!”

In that instant, Asahel Bald, who thought they might have fallen into a trap, hurriedly looked around.

“Ohohoho! Relax. I came alone.”

“…”

Asahel Bald looked at Hemis with disbelieving eyes.

“Really. You knew this situation and still came alone?” “Is that not allowed?” “Arrogant.”

Hemis shook her head.

“Haughty… That’s a story that only applies to those without roots.”

“…”

“Could you express it as I’m overflowing with confidence?”

She was already twirling her completely healed wrist.

A look that was beyond composure and even seemed comfortable.

She raised her hand and beckoned.

“What are you doing? Come on in.”

At this moment, the Holy Empire’s top forces couldn’t help but swallow hard.