How To Suck Honey With Extras [EN]: Chapter 339

377. Conclusion (4)

“……That bastard.”

The moment I realized what he was aiming for, I clicked my tongue.

Clang!

The sword he swung struck the guard of my Killmoulis [a magically enhanced sword] precisely.

I would have responded differently if he had simply aimed for my wrist or the blade to keep me in check.

I was momentarily careless because his intention was so obvious.

The subtle impact made me lose my grip on Killmoulis, and the sword flew away.

“Your sword can’t unleash its full potential without that Killmoulis.”

Without Killmoulis’s power, my sense of movement is at a child’s level.

He targeted that weakness precisely.

“I won’t take your life…… Uh…… Keuk?!”

He couldn’t finish his sentence and gritted his teeth, staggering backward.

It was because the fist I swung targeted his chest and face in quick succession.

He guarded his solar plexus, but he couldn’t properly block his face.

He barely managed to block with a thick layer of aura and deliberately rolled to reduce the impact.

But he was surprised by something else.

“……That fist just now?”

“Well, I was a bit clumsy without Killmoulis. I used to be, anyway.”

The fist I swung was the most basic fighting motion among his techniques.

It moves on its own without me even being conscious of it.

Even without a sword in my hand, my movements are remarkably agile.

“That weakness has been patched for quite a while now, kid.”

I am now in a state where I have completely inherited Killmoulis’s abilities.

The Killmoulis that flew away returned in the air and landed right back in my hand.

“You said you were prepared to respond to anything I do, right?”

“…….”

Perhaps feeling ashamed of his slip of the tongue, he twitched his eyes and tensed his body again, then jumped up.

Papapapap!

As he jumped into the air, the ice shards I had thrown were embedded in the floor.

“I have no intention of going easy on you.”

Additional ice whips were created and tried to target Sylvester, who was floating in the air, from all directions.

I intended to let them wrap around him and freeze him whole, encasing him within his own aura.

“Don’t worry. I’ll melt you slowly after the incident is over.”

I grinned, saying something a villain would say.

“……There’s no need for that.”

He muttered coldly without the slightest agitation.

His energy expanded rapidly.

Pajijijijit!

Lightning crackled and extended as many times as there were whips… no, even more. The lightning sword energy mercilessly cut through the whips of cold air.

A giant bird wreathed in lightning appeared in the air and descended towards me.

A spiritual being he subdued and contracted with.

“Ballant.”

As if responding to him, I summoned a giant snake and sent it rushing forward.

Perhaps sensing the anomaly, Ballant rushed towards the lightning spirit as soon as it was summoned, as if knowing its role, and tried to wrap around it.

The lightning spirit also defended itself, showing off its lightning and claws, as if not wanting to lose.

That’s strange, is it evenly matched?

Perhaps Sylvester is amplifying the bird’s power by using the spirit’s power to strengthen his sword, just like he does with his own abilities.

Maybe they have good compatibility.

“Sword energy and the spirit’s energy… At least I’ve seen the means you used to use.”

It’s the same up to this point.

“Then how about this.”

I still have someone left to call out.

“Come out and lend me some strength.”

I summon a demon gracefully, flicking my fingers.

The form of a monster exuding demonic energy appears behind me, and it pours its power into me as contracted.

Turbid sword energy.

Black and blue energies mix and repel each other to the point of confusion, then unleash explosive power.

“Keuk…… So it’s that…….”

Come to think of it, I’ve seen this before too.

Sylvester gritted his teeth and began to resist the power of the energy I was emitting.

“Huu!”

“Ha!”

The strikes that I and he swung collided and exploded violently.

Kwang!

The power I wield is a rough and complex firepower.

It feels like obtaining various powers, using them recklessly, forcibly confining them in a box, and then firing them out.

Conversely, Sylvester is a sharply refined sword itself.

He hones his skills to a higher level and accurately pierces and cuts the enemy.

Papapapapapat!

Each other’s attacks fall haphazardly.

Sylvester, swept away by the aftermath of my power, is burned and retreats.

I also suddenly see countless dots flashing before my eyes, and before I can react, I am pierced through.

“Ugh?!”

At the same time as hastily healing my body, I see him casting a healing spell on himself.

He could also use simple auxiliary magic, right.

‘……Then.’

Perhaps he has reached a similar conclusion.

The energy carried on his sword swirls violently.

Similarly, I also unleash sword energy and confront him with a technique.

Without discussing it in advance, we both seem to have reached a conclusion and simultaneously use great techniques.

Kwagagagagagagang!

An impact that seems to sweep through the entire area spreads, leaving countless sword marks on everything it touches.

How many times have we exchanged swords?

Kkaang!

My sword and Sylvester’s sword collided once again.

While pressing against each other with force.

I held the sword in one hand and extended the other towards him, casting a spell.

“Fire Lance.”

A flame spear that explodes at close range.

Sylvester is good at auxiliary magic, but clumsy at attack magic.

Moreover, he cannot use various techniques simultaneously like me.

I know him well.

This will work.

Of course, he probably knows that too.

When I realized it, he was also wielding his sword with only one hand, and the other hand was making a separate movement.

Then he twists his fist and extends it.

‘What?’

It’s a motion I don’t know.

The strike he extended shattered the flame spear and collided head-on with me.

“Keuk!”

I barely managed to defend, but I didn’t completely negate it.

I felt like something was being cut out from under my right chest.

Blood is flowing down as if it was actually cut out.

It would have been dangerous if it weren’t for my current sturdy body.

“……I see. You’ve learned a technique I don’t know.”

“Learning something isn’t your exclusive privilege, Aileon.”

A cold declaration.

Sylvester’s movements changed from there.

He must have decided on a direction in which my knowledge would not react thoroughly.

What’s scary is that despite the changed technique, it doesn’t feel crude.

Just as if he had trained for a long time, his attacks were equally sharp and powerful.

“Tch… He’s making me work hard.”

I kicked off the ground with all my might, deflecting the sword energy coming straight at me with my own sword.

At that signal, the gnome launched the awl [a small pointed tool used for piercing holes], but Sylvester stepped on it and instead jumped high in the opposite direction.

As he spun his body around, he kicked off the air and descended, striking down with his sword.

“Hmph!”

The sword energy was filled with speed and weight.

I blocked it, but it was quite overwhelming.

For a moment, my footing faltered.

If my posture falters here, I’ll be cut down.

‘Should I endure… No, it’s not about enduring…’

I have to confront him.

In the meantime, my left foot slipped, and one knee bent slightly.

“Tch, Fluorite!”

Before my posture could collapse completely, a shadow soared up, and its blade grazed Sylvester’s arm.

Likewise, the aftermath of the sword energy he struck grazed my body.

Poof!

Blood splattered from just that.

It’s like this even if it just barely grazed me.

If I were to take a direct hit, there’s no guarantee that even I wouldn’t be cut in two.

“…This bastard.”

It was already clear that he was trying to stop me thoroughly.

I didn’t think persuasion would be easy, and I already thought that a clash with Sylvester was inevitable.

But facing him directly, it’s still annoying.

“Please, get your act together now!”

I’m changing my approach.

Originally, I was going to settle things more elegantly and give him a lesson…

I’m convinced that there’s no need for that.

Let’s thoroughly crush him once and for all.

I’ll just cut him in two.

“Be prepared if you don’t want to die.”

He must have felt something, as the corners of his mouth twitched.

He even gave up the余裕 [yoyuu – composure/room to spare] to retort rashly.

“Sprite.”

I summon the lightning spirit Sprite and release its power.

In that instant, everything before my eyes flashed, and lightning engulfed the entire area where we were.

He probably didn’t expect that I would put myself in that range as well.

Basically, the caster themselves isn’t harmed by spirit magic, but since I increased the power, my skin stings a little too.

However, Sylvester doesn’t suffer any particular damage either.

He already has an immunity to lightning because he contracted with a lightning spirit.

“I know.”

Next, I summoned Undine and had her fire countless water pressure projectiles at him.

Thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud.

Even water, if ejected at high pressure and high speed, can easily pierce rocks.

Sylvester blocks it by striking it down with a sword imbued with strong energy.

“It’s fast, but mere water is…”

“Yeah, mere water alone won’t work.”

In addition, the ground under his feet freezes white.

I thought an iceberg was rising, but it was a giant ice turtle supporting us instead.

Frolt, the highest-ranking ice spirit.

“Oh no…”

Sylvester gritted his teeth as if he was annoyed.

His sword and clothes are already covered in ice from striking down the water.

And, of course, it’s harder to resist the cold when wet than when dry.

White frost formed on half of his sword, and I could hear the rustling sound as his clothes froze in sync with his movements.

That’s spirit ice.

It not only freezes with simple cold, but also has the effect of suppressing the activation of energy.

“It’s a bit violent… Well, I’ll trust in your sturdiness and unleash it. Undine! Launch a big one!”

-Okay! Magic. I’ll use a big one!

My intention has already been clearly conveyed to Undine.

Undine faithfully prepares by deploying the magic formula she received from me.

Multiple magic circles unfold and are aimed at Sylvester, who has temporarily become dull.

“Magic… Could it be.”

“That’s right! It’s magic directly taught by Cruse!”

A magic formula that I wrote myself with her advice from time to time.

The most powerful attack method that maximizes the compatibility of Undine’s spirit magic.

What flowed out of the blue magic circle was a large amount of water vapor.

It gushed out towards Sylvester, and as soon as it came out into the world, it exploded as if baring its teeth.

“Dry Blast.”

High-pressure vaporization explosion method.

The water vapor that exploded instantly engulfed Sylvester, pushing him away and blowing him away.

“Ugh!”

No matter how strong he is, he can’t overcome physical limitations.

No matter how skillfully he wields a sword or cuts through mountains, his weight is only about the average weight of someone his age.

Moreover, the ground under his feet is slippery.

Of course, he could jump into the air.

“Atom Metamorphose.”

As I gestured, the water vapor clinging to him turned into a viscous liquid with a sticky consistency.

Well, it only has the viscosity of a simple slime.

It’s just a change in the composition of the moisture in the vapor.

He can shake it off immediately just by emitting energy.

But he hesitated for a moment.

He must have hesitated, wondering if it was some kind of trap.

That must be thanks to his usual behavior.

‘He should have just ignored it and kicked off into the air.’

Well, he probably thought it was a trap because he thought so too.

He’ll figure it out soon, but this much of a gap is enough.

“Let’s settle this.”

This time, I jumped in directly.

When I released Killmuris’s power, the sword turned red.

I wrapped it in extreme fire and further burned my mana to increase the heat even more.

I could finish it in another way, but this is the perfect fit for that guy after all.

At least the one who left this sword behind would want that.

“I’m going to lecture you properly this time! So get your act together already! Brat!”

The sword of flames that I swung.

It swept over Sylvester, engulfing him and exploding magnificently.

The heat that spread in all directions melted the surroundings, recreating this place as if it were inside a volcano.

“…It went in properly.”

This time, the sensation was certain.

Confident in the result, I shook the sword and stored it in the subspace.

I don’t need it anymore.

The conclusion has been reached.

I stood there, letting out a slightly tired sigh, and…

“…”

He didn’t say anything; he was completely knocked out and slumped in one corner.

I hope this opens his eyes a little.

“That being said… He’s not dead, is he?”

In the end, I didn’t have the余裕 [yoyuu – composure/room to spare] to add or subtract anything.

Sylvester was actually strong, and if I had taken away even a little bit of my power, the result would have been the opposite.

Just in case, I checked the message, but fortunately, there was no response.

I’m really glad.

Even if the situation got twisted, I didn’t want to gain influence as the one who killed the protagonist.