The Bastard Swordsman Of The Imperial Guard [EN]: Chapter 217

Entrance to the Demon King’s Castle.

Mistra, hidden in the darkness, watched the massive hall.

His body was covered in wounds, making it hard to believe he was a Demon King.

‘They’re unbelievably strong.’

HUMANS or other races, none could stand against the demons.

He thought everyone except the Hero was trash.

Maledrakh thought so too, and Mistra agreed.

But these four were different.

“Zephyrius! Destroy everything and kill them all! We need to go help Rael quickly!”

Thump! Thump!

The giant Spirit King was smashing everything around him.

The simple logic was that destroying all the structures would leave no place to hide, turning it into a plain.

He was unbelievably ignorant for an elf.

“Hmm …!”

Strangely, the giant was the same.

Thwack!

An axe was embedded right next to Mistra.

Mistra gasped and hid himself back in the flow of mana.

“I can feel the presence of demons little by little. I’ll be able to find them soon.”

That giant was Mistra’s first target.

The giants she knew would normally get angry at the slightest provocation and rush in mindlessly.

But this giant was different.

Despite having numerous wounds on his body, he wasn’t angry and was calmly analyzing the situation.

“Sir Carson!”

“I know!”

And the remaining two humans.

They were the biggest problem.

“Sacred Flame Sword!”

“I can’t bring shame to Sir Rael!”

They were ‘destroying’ the mana with swords imbued with divine power.

Destroying mana? Mana should be deadly poison to humans, so what were these two?

Thanks to them, Mistra’s hiding places were gradually disappearing.

It was turning out as that ignorant elf wanted.

‘Should I run?’

It was a thought that hurt his pride as a Demon King, but these four were that strong.

Even the atmosphere outside wasn’t good.

He didn’t know what was happening, but it seemed like something big was going on.

‘Surely Maledrakh wouldn’t lose ….’

It was important to retreat temporarily in times like these.

Mistra carefully moved his body.

“Found you.”

At that moment.

Lucas shot off the ground.

A massive sword fell above Mistra’s head.

Heavenly Extremity Weightlessness, Supreme Sword Chapter 2. Yin-Yang Circulation Sword.

It was a speed at the limit of human capability, too fast to react to, but Mistra was a Demon King.

As soon as he felt the surrounding mana vibrate, he instinctively dodged the sword.

“Die! Demon!”

But, it wasn’t over yet.

Carson stabbed his sword from behind Mistra.

The Sacred Flame Sword, with several layers of divine power sword aura, pierced through Mistra’s chest.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaagh!”

Mistra screamed and twisted his body.

He forcibly pulled himself out of the sword that pierced his heart, creating large holes in his chest and back, but he was still alive.

A Demon King doesn’t die unless his head is cut off.

He couldn’t hesitate any longer.

He would die if he didn’t escape immediately.

“Zephyrius! Catch that crazy demon!”

Crack-!

However, the Spirit King Zephyrius crushed the escaping Mistra.

Caught like a fly while heavily injured, Mistra screamed with bloodshot eyes.

“Let go! You bug-like bastards …! How dare you! How dare you!”

“Shut up.”

Thwack! Mistra’s words were cut off.

It was because Ghent’s massive axe pressed down on his head.

“Lucas. Finish it.”

Ghent looked at Lucas approaching.

His sword was sharper than anyone else’s here.

“Thank you. Mr. Ghent.”

“Stop! Stooooop! Get away! Get away!”

Mistra struggled with his unmoving body.

He didn’t kneel before Maledrakh just to meet such a death.

After he dominated the continent, he had to gain fear as a Demon King in the demon’s world that would begin!

Whoosh-

His thoughts didn’t last long.

Lucas’s holy sword cleanly severed the Demon King’s head.

[Amazing! To hunt a Demon King with just four people without a Hero! You really are Hero candidates!]

Saint was genuinely impressed.

He wanted to appoint all of them as Heroes of the Order if he could.

Of course, after Rael died!

“Sir Carson. Are you alright?”

“…I’m dying.”

Carson sighed and infused divine power into the bodies of the four, including himself.

He hadn’t properly learned holy magic, but he was still a Holy Knight.

He could do some light healing.

Mistra, hiding in mana and darkness, didn’t miss the opportunity.

Lucas and Carson had been too exposed to mana, making it difficult for them to move, and Ghent and Reina were also seriously injured.

“Still… we have to go. I’ll die too if Rael dies.”

“Reina is right. We have to go up.”

“…… Yes. Let’s go.”

Lucas nodded.

[Hero candidates! Hang in there! You have to save the Hero!]

Buzz-

The holy sword Saint emitted divine power.

For the battle that determined the fate of the continent, they had to support Rael.

Swish-

At that moment.

The holy sword Saint began to fade.

“Huh?”

“Huh?”

Lucas and Carson simultaneously looked down.

Light began to emanate from the holy sword that had cut off Mistra’s head.

Flash-

Shortly after, the holy sword Saint disappeared without a trace.

“…Huh?”

Lucas blinked in confusion.

*

[Hero! I, I don’t know what’s going on, but … it’s an opportunity!]

Rael didn’t bother to answer Saint’s words.

Just as the Heavenly Slaughter Sword Lord had transcended space with Answer to Heaven, Rael’s divine power was no longer bound by space.

Heavenly Slaughter Divine Sword.

The final form of the Heavenly Slaughter Sword created by Rael unfolded.

The divine power filling his body spread out as light with the holy sword Saint.

The power that seemed ready to explode was compressed.

“Kuaaaaaaaa!”

Maledrakh swung his arms in a trance.

It was close to a demon’s instinct.

He was certain that he couldn’t withstand the moment that power was completed.

The more desperate Maledrakh became, the more Rael felt the energy of victory.

Maledrakh, who seemed impossible to reach, was now in front of him, no, below him.

‘I can kill him.’

Rael’s mind was colder than ever.

The sharp senses and clear mind allowed Rael to approach victory.

Divine power erupted from the holy sword Saint and Flash.

The two perfectly crafted Heavenly Slaughter Divine Swords rushed towards Maledrakh.

“Die! Just die!”

Maledrakh also tried to block it by pouring in mana, but it was useless.

The Heavenly Slaughter Divine Sword was a sword imbued with the hope and miracle of the continent.

It annihilated the mana as soon as it touched it and severed Maledrakh’s arms.

Slash-!

Maledrakh watched his arms fall off.

And, he recognized the power contained in that sword.

‘…God.’

The realm he desired.

A divine status that transcended the level of mortals.

It was unfolding from a mere human.

‘I absolutely cannot accept it …!’

The demons were a chosen race.

They used the strongest power on the continent, mana. On the other hand, humans who were not chosen died just by touching mana.

HUMANS who dominated the continent because of their large numbers were like bugs.

And Maledrakh was the strongest among the chosen demons.

In other words, he was a being chosen to become a god.

Maledrakh had never doubted that belief in his life.

“Kuaaaaaaaa!”

The current Maledrakh was not a Demon King but a single demon.

He could not accept dying to a mere human as the strongest demon in Alheim.

Maledrakh’s mana burst out as if in a desperate struggle.

The Great Demon King’s mana condensed and took the shape of a sword.

To hunt humans as a hunter, Maledrakh struck down the magic sword.

At that moment, a sound was heard.

It was unknown whether Rael or Maledrakh heard it.

But both could feel it.

The proud other races were looking at a single human.

The children in the small orphanage in the corner of the capital prayed with all their hearts.

The beggars gathered and sang songs for victory while beating gourds.

Ordinary people came out to the streets and knelt in front of statues.

The knights saluted and cried out for victory.

The clergy did not stop praising.

However, the voices of demons were not heard anywhere.

Alheim, the demons, were a race that could not have faith.

They only accumulated fear.

“…”

Maledrakh felt that his power had weakened.

His divine authority and mana had noticeably decreased.

HUMANS overcame their fear of the unknown with faith.

The stronger the faith in Rael became, the less the continent feared Maledrakh.

The voices worshiping Rael, the prayers wishing for victory, grew louder.

The flames yearning for victory rushed towards Maledrakh.

The strongest demon in Alheim, Maledrakh.

The fear he had accumulated could not overcome the wishes of humans.

Whoaaaaaaa-!

The magic sword created by Maledrakh could not withstand the Heavenly Slaughter Divine Sword.

The dense mana exploded like a final struggle, but it faded like a moth in front of a flame.

The mana was devoured by divine power, and a huge flame engulfed Maledrakh.

The flames of the Heavenly Slaughter Divine Sword struck the wound carved by the Heavenly Slaughter Sword Lord.

The demon’s flesh burned, and the mana was purified by the bright and sacred light.

“Kuaaaaaaaak!”

The body of the mighty Demon King was crushed.

The light crushed Maledrakh’s mana, and the holy sword Saint tore his chest apart.

Maledrakh’s face began to distort.

He knew better than anyone that he could no longer endure, but he could not resist.

He had already burned all his divine authority and recovered all the mana he had given to the demons without leaving any behind.

He thought he would never lose.

That belief was shattered, and despair took root.

The mana could no longer swallow the flames.

The body of the Demon King Maledrakh turned to ashes and flew away.

Rael watched the end for sure.

Koo-oong-!

The Demon King’s castle collapsed under the powerful force that pressed down on the space.

The building that symbolized Alheim could no longer withstand it and began to collapse.

Rael moved away from the cracked floor. Maledrakh, who had turned to ashes, collapsed along with the center of the Demon King’s castle.

The floor was completely destroyed, but the pillars of the Demon King’s castle remained.

Rael headed to the pillar where the Heavenly Slaughter Sword Lord was leaning.

In the center of the completely ruined Demon King’s castle, Rael laid the Heavenly Slaughter Sword Lord on the floor that had not yet been destroyed.

“Disciple.”

The Heavenly Slaughter Sword Lord had a faint smile on his face.

Fortunately, his life was still burning.

“…Get up. Master. You’re not someone who would die like this.”

“It was a beautiful sword.”

“Master ….”

“Looking back now, I may have had a desire to become stronger than anyone else. I also wanted to show that strength to people. I wanted to become a hero.”

The Heavenly Slaughter Sword Lord’s voice gradually became smaller.

Like a fading candle, his life was fading away.

“I have shown the end of my sword to everyone. With this, my dream has been fulfilled. The power of the sky is full in my body.”

“…..”

“Disciple. Didn’t I tell you? My eye for swordsmen is never wrong.”

“…. Yes. That’s right.”

Rael answered quietly.

The Heavenly Slaughter Sword Lord, seeing that, opened his mouth.

“That statue, I was quite envious.”

“…I will take responsibility and make one for you.”

“Is that so.”

He smiled like an old man, unlike his age.

And, he closed his eyes comfortably.

‘…He was honest in the end.’

Rael hugged the Heavenly Slaughter Sword Lord’s body and stood up.

He felt that he had failed to protect everyone in the end, but this would be the last thing he wanted.

The Heavenly Slaughter Sword Lord looked more comfortable than ever.

“So, what are you guys doing there?”

Rael looked at the four hidden behind the pillar.

Seeing Lucas, Carson, Ghent, and Reina, who came out from behind the pillar with twitching movements, Rael chuckled.

They were shrinking as if they had seen something they shouldn’t have.

“What are you doing? We have to go out. We have to declare victory to the Allied Forces.”

“…No. Sir Rael. It doesn’t seem like we have a place there.”

“That’s right. Brother.”

The Heavenly Slaughter Sword Lord and Rael.

They were heroes and myths who killed Maledrakh and saved the continent.

It was not a place for the four who arrived late to join.

“Don’t talk nonsense and follow me.”

“But. Brother Rael ….”

“I said from the beginning that we would all become legends.”

“…”

Carson’s eyes widened at Rael’s words.

At the beginning of the battle, Rael had shouted in front of everyone.

-Those who participate in this battle will become legends. As a Hero, I will be at the forefront more than anyone else, and I will treat you better than the hidden nobles. Follow me.

‘Brother Rael was sincere from beginning to end.’

Carson nodded and soon walked towards Rael.

“Rael. It’s true that the position makes the person. Your maturity is unbelievable.”

“I know. He’s better than the Elven Chieftain.”

“Thank you. Ghent, Reina. Are you guys alright?”

“…Rael. It’s strange for you to worry about us.”

Rael looked worriedly at the four who were bleeding all over their bodies, and then chuckled at his own condition.

Reina was right. He was not in a position to worry about anyone.

“Wait a minute, that screen magic is still there. I’ll stick right next to Rael like his right arm and go out. Ghent. You walk behind like a general.”

“Reina, is that important?”

“Then, may I stand on the left?”

“Lucas. There’s an order to things. You’re perfect next to me.”

Rael smiled as he watched the four start talking nonsense.

Listening to that conversation, he could feel that it was really over.

“Let’s go. We have to let them know that we have become heroes.”

Finally, the long and arduous battle was over.