The 9Th Class Swordmaster: Blade Of Truth [EN]: Chapter 415

253. Blood (5)

[To dissect… what an amazing idea that even I didn’t think of. To use a monster that plunges humanity into terror as a sacrifice to guide the path to slay gods.]

Aln Zabiass chuckled quietly as Carryl walked toward the Blood.

[Good. Very good. I almost want to see Yulla’s expression.]

He seemed satisfied, scanning Carryl’s surroundings as he flew through the sky in his black form.

“Watch closely from now on. The Fallen are born from gods but possess the power of darkness. Therefore, divine power is needed to block its poison.”

With a wave of Carryl’s hand, Lacias’s wings fluttered once, and its light slowly enveloped his body.

‘In my past life, I fought the Fallen with the power of the Order. Back then, I thought this fight was a divine war for the gods.’

But now, even without the divine power of the priests, he could achieve the same effect with Lacias’s power. No, he could unleash even more intense radiance, so Carryl was in a much more advantageous position in the battle against the Fallen.

“But you have shown me a way to replace divine power directly. That alone is a great achievement.”

At Carryl’s words, the knights looked at him with uplifted faces. However, as Viola said, he couldn’t handle every battlefield alone.

Although he didn’t say it, he showed that the gap in the fight against the Fallen could be somewhat compensated through the Knights’ shield formation with armaments, but the absence of divine power was still a pity.

As Carryl, who killed Rael Stallen, who was called the Saintess, and tried to oppose God, it was difficult to receive help from the priests.

However, Carryl’s arrangement for the Order was clear.

That is, Yurin Hyugard.

Carryl knew that he would be the most important key player in this war, but he kept his words to himself for the morale of the knights.

Skaang—!!!

Carryl swung Arc with all his might, and the blade flew like scattering light, accurately piercing the heart of the Blood.

Burrrrrrr……!!

Grasping the heart pierced by the sword, its body trembled.

“The most vicious thing about the Fallen is that they absolutely hide their full power until the very end, trying to lull their opponents into carelessness. Its weakness is the heart, but until that heart is completely shattered, it is never truly dead.”

The Blood reached out to Carryl as if trying to say something, but not even a scream could be heard from its mouth.

[Seeek… Seeeek…]

With a bizarre sound like scraping metal, the Blood’s body gradually crumbled into black ash.

Squeeze-

However, Carryl didn’t care about the dying figure and instead grabbed its face. The head, half-destroyed by the shield he had thrown earlier, was precisely in his hand.

“But destroying the heart of the Fallen is never easy. You have to apply shock when the heart has expanded for the third time, not just stab it recklessly.”

“The third time?”

[Kruk… Krureureuk…]

“Yes. Miliana, your attack wasn’t bad, but you were a little late because the heart, which had swelled up, contracted again as you avoided the blood it spewed out.”

Carryl pressed his hand on the Blood’s face, as if covering the eyes and mouth that had not yet regenerated, and stabbed the sword into it.

Stabbing the sword continuously into the chest, side, and shoulder was cruel, but no one there had any intention of showing mercy to that enemy.

“It is called a stage, and with any other shock, you cannot kill it. If you make a mistake, you may end up triggering an explosion. Its destructive power surpasses that of a great mage’s magic; it would have completely destroyed this area.”

Gulp-

At Carryl’s words, some knights unknowingly swallowed hard.

[Keu keu… Don’t be scared, you guys. This body is here to prevent that explosion. And what’s the problem when your even greater lord is in front of you?]

Aln clicked his tongue at them.

“Its power is enough to completely annihilate one legion with a single explosion. It’s a terrible being that can take the lives of thousands, no, tens of thousands of people.”

Puk-

[Kuaaaaaaak!!!]

The Blood screamed strangely the moment Carryl stabbed the last sword.

“The Fallen are cunning. It looks like it’s about to die right away, but it hasn’t died yet even after being stabbed several times by a blade containing the power of light. It’s still acting. Everyone, remember: this guy’s eyes are looking for an opening.”

Kwaaaaaaaaang—!!!!

It was then.

The Blood’s body exploded with a tremendous roar the moment Carryl tried to cut off the Blood’s head by swinging his sword.

“Keuek?!”

“Wh, what……!!”

A fierce sandstorm arose, and the knights around him were unable to control their bodies due to the shock and fell as if they were bouncing off.

“…….”

Even in the midst of the chaos, Gordon Fabian and Quell McGovern focused on Carryl without losing their posture.

“Are you thinking the same thing, Quell?”

Gordon spoke as if he knew something, but Quell didn’t answer his question.

“Although I brought you here, you are not someone who would be forcibly dragged along, and it’s time to be honest.”

“That’s a matter between me and Carryl.”

“I see. But just remember that you are no longer the orphaned foreigner you used to know.”

The two exchanged incomprehensible words. Miliana glanced at them, conscious of the two.

“Is that… its true form?”

But for a moment, everyone there looked ahead at Aidan’s muttering as he saw the Blood’s appearance revealed in the storm.

“……!!!”

At that moment, Miliana trembled slightly, feeling her legs go weak without her knowing it.

[Krureuk!! Kruk!!]

The Blood’s body rapidly expanded and became as large as a dragon, looking down at them. The creature, which had been in human form until just now, was now resting its two arms on the ground and roaring at Carryl in the form of a quadruped.

Thump……!

Kukung……!!

The ground shook every time it took a step.

Huge footprints were deeply imprinted on the floor, and a huge mouth in its chest opened, revealing sharp teeth inside, sharpening its fangs at Carryl.

“Remember my words that both Nephilim and Fallen scream the same way. Screaming means knowing pain. Knowing pain means having a fear of death.”

Thud-

While everyone was surprised by the Blood’s transformation and couldn’t take their eyes off it, Carryl spoke in a calm voice and threw something he was holding in front of it.

“That is the final transformation. It reveals its true form when the bait realizes that the trap it has dug has failed. And that is also proof that it is scared.”

Sreureung-

Carryl slowly drew the sword of Folsettia.

Even though it was a magic sword without a blade, every time the sword moved, it sounded as if a blade was cutting through the wind.

Paat-!!

At that moment, his figure disappeared, and only a hazy dust storm began to race, leaving a long tail as if showing the path he had passed.

[Kaaaaaak!!]

The Blood’s chest opened, and a red heart was visible inside its gaping mouth. It was the creature’s weakness that was most noticeable.

‘Bait.’

No, it was a mean trick.

If you aimed for that gap that seemed to be attacking, you would be caught off guard.

It was trying to induce human carelessness until the very end.

Kwajik!!!

With a sound that shook the earth and trampling on fragments flying in all directions, Carryl’s body disappeared and reappeared in front, behind, and beside the Blood as if teleporting.

Kuuuwoong!!

The moment he returned behind the Blood, Carryl bent one knee and stretched out the other leg, reducing his speed as if drawing a circle, and swung his sword.

Following the rotating body, Folsettia’s sword drew a clear trajectory and cut through the Blood’s waist. The blade shone blue, and the sword sharply dug into it like a snake.

Huoong!!

But at that moment, the Blood didn’t care and raised its huge arm, swinging it at Carryl. The sharp claws that sprouted on its arm tightened around Carryl like fierce swords.

Buuuuwoong-!!

Carryl somersaulted backward, and the Blood’s foot barely passed the spot where he had been just a moment ago.

First Crown Posture.

At the same time as Carryl avoided the attack and launched a counterattack, he took out the ice claws he was wearing on his waist.

Colorless Sword Art Transformation 1, Second Unicorn Posture.

The ice claws began to pour out sharp sword strikes. But surprisingly, the Blood blocked each of Carryl’s swords despite its huge body.

Ceaseless collision of sword strikes.

Pajik-!!

The moment Carryl stabbed Lakna, red blood poured out from the Blood’s mouth.

“Be careful……!!”

Miliana, who had experienced its terrible toxicity, shouted as soon as she saw the sight.

Annihilation Strike.

It was then.

Rather, Carryl slammed the two blades together with all his might, as if he had been waiting for that moment.

Kwaga gagagagagang—!!!

The blood spewed out by the Blood exploded in the air and scattered due to the eerie sword strike.

Diving into it, Carryl grabbed the top and bottom of the huge lips on the Blood’s chest with both arms and pulled.

“The way to deal with the Fallen varies depending on the opponent. The Blood’s body looks alive, but in reality, it’s close to smoke.”

Kkwadeuk……! Kkwadeudeuk……!!

The Blood struggled to close its mouth, which was being pulled, but the gradually widening lips looked precarious as if they would be torn off at any moment.

“The Blood so easily…….”

[Kruk! Kruk!!]

It seemed to be trying to say something, but the sound heard from its unclosed lips was just a strange groan.

Woojikgeun!!!!

Thud-

As Carryl tore apart the creature’s huge mouth with all his might, pieces of flesh fell in all directions.

People were speechless, unable to believe Carryl’s overwhelming battle.

Cheueueueuk……. Cheueueuk…….

The fallen pieces emitted black smoke and burned as soon as they touched the ground.

“But when it feels a threat to its life and this beastification progresses, its body can be directly physically struck.”

Thump- Thump- Thump-

The beating heart was visible.

Grace’s broken blade was half-embedded in it, but before he knew it, the Blood’s heart had assimilated with the blade, and the wound had long since healed.

It was truly an incredible vitality.

“Where should I cut you from?”

But Carryl rather looked at the creature’s heart as if smacking his lips at the sight.

“……Can we fight like our lord?”

Aidan muttered as if he had lost his soul at the sight of Carryl overwhelming the Blood.

“It would be difficult.”

Was it because he heard his mumbling?

Carryl first cut off the Blood’s left leg, then kicked the severed leg that had fallen to the floor with his sword and threw it at Aln, saying.

“But there is a way.”

“……Yes?”

Aidan raised his head at his words. Not only him, but everyone else focused on him.

“A way to become stronger than now.”

Carryl said, looking at them with shining eyes.

[He was aiming for this.]

Aln Zabiass realized why he had deliberately given Miliana the opportunity to fight first against the Blood, which could have been easily caught.

It was to show the gap.

And then he suggests a way.

The gap they felt now would not be a vague sense of deprivation, but would ignite the desire to become stronger.

“Wh, what is that?”

Aidan asked Carryl.

“The Tower.”

At that moment, Carryl answered briefly as if he had been waiting.