Chapter 401

Chapter 401

“Whatever it takes, we have to stop it here. He is watching.”
“Beware of mortals who know of the existence of the Good King.”
“An unwelcome mortal invades our world—Crack!”
The giant that said something has fallen.
A savage double-edged axe was embedded deep in his chest.
Fantasia stretched out her hand, and the axe returned to its owner.
“That’s it–we’re almost there.”
“I think so, huh!”
Letancier called out, his back to me.
We were traveling atop the carcass of a giant she was piloting.
With each chant, an invisible torrent of power shook the giant’s formations.
It was up to Fantasia, Orse, and Abel to finish them off as they flailed about off-balance.
“Filthy traitorous bastards.”
Abel whispered.
Honestly, it wasn’t his to say.
Now that he was in full battle, he was proving how he had earned his place as Lord of Nebula Clasier.
Every time the white sword struck, a 20-meter-diameter crescent moon shot across the sky.
The bald ones who dodged survived, and the ones who dared to try to stop them fell to pieces.
Abel looks back at me with a snort as he sees five of them shot down in one fell swoop.
“This is very good, nephew, why don’t you make some bottles and give them to me?”
“Who gives you the right to call me that?”
“Sensitive–yes. Now I understand your strength.”
Abel didn’t hide his admiration.
Originally defeated by Bald, he drank my blood and was resurrected in splendor.
I really debated whether or not to call him a twisted mind, but after seeing him in action, I think it was a good choice.
Abel, who had been flying his sword, extended a finger.
“There’s the portal. I can’t believe we got there so fast.”
I turned my head and saw a huge pillar of light.
From the brilliance that connected the two seas of clouds, a steady stream of angry bald heads poured forth.
The remaining distance is a few kilometers at best.
I muttered, wiping the blood from my face.
“I should have done this a long time ago. Why did I ever think to leave these assholes alive?”
The souls that have been reduced to resources have brought me back to my roots.
A swordsman shouldn’t be bothered with blood, and those who deserved to die should be given as painful a death as possible.
We were making our way toward the center of the city.
The purpose was the same, but the difference was that we were no longer hiding.
I was killing all the giants I could see, and destroying buildings like warehouses wherever I could find them.
There were a few more facilities in their city besides the warehouse.
Like a crystal that receives energy from the roots, or a spring of water that replenishes the soul.
They were all disgusting, but the crown jewel was the cradle of giants.
Just then, a giant hexagonal pillar came into view.
“Ronan, it’s a cradle!”
“I saw it, I broke it myself.”
That shitty building raises my blood pressure just looking at it.
I thought they were missing a vital part, but it turns out they reproduce in a completely different way than we do.
In an inorganic way, without love, without sensuality.
The car was about to strike.
“Wait, it’s Widah!”
Fantasia cried out.
The group looked up almost simultaneously.
Dozens of bolts of lightning descended like dragons from the dark sky.
It was a much broader and more powerful attack than the light spears commonly used by the bald men.
“Eek, bother.”
Turned around.
When I focused, time slowed down.
The shape of the thunderbolt, which had only been perceived as a bright light, became clear.
Hundreds of millions of strands of electricity, like the roots of a plant turned upside down, flooded my vision.
I scattered swordfire in all directions.
The accelerated engagement created a dense hemisphere, blocking out light and heat.
“I’ll stop the rest.”
Abel sliced through any leaky attacks with his sword.
He was the only one in the group who could move at a similar pace to me.
Quack!
A belated thunderclap rumbled.
When the flash subsided, the charred bald heads emerged.
“Oh, I’m about to change sides.”
They were nearby and caught in the crossfire.
The wind picked up and blew the coal-like body away, shredding it into pieces.
Letancier and Fantasia were stunned when they realized what was happening.
“Hmph, moo, what happened?”
“—I’ve blocked it.”
“Gee, I can’t believe I didn’t see it this time!”
Orse gritted his teeth.
In fact, I’ve seen similar situations happen time and time again.
They couldn’t see the same world as me yet.
I frowned as I looked up to write Auror.
“You’re using your head.”
I didn’t see any bald men throwing thunderbolts.
Instead, beasts of light wandered through the air like fireflies.
“Kaaaargh! Kaaaargh!”
“Gurrrrr!”
It was a bulwark of sorts.
I narrowed my eyes.
In the air beyond the horde of beasts, I could see dozens of bald men in formation.
Most of them were six-winged, and their different attire suggested that they were a special organization.
One of them spoke up.
“The Intruder Is Alive and Well. Prepare for the next attack.”
“You’ve got a bunch of distracted assholes shooting at you—what’s so scary about a manly sword?”
I growled, pointing at the sky.
No answer came back.
Having lost hundreds of their kin, the bald men have only now developed a strategy against me.
Obviously, it was hard to hit the Auror from that far away.
The floating light army in the middle is annoying.
The bald men, having gained even more altitude, were about to rain down thunderbolts once more.
It was a car that was about to burst into flames.
Orse, who had been glaring at them the whole time, looked back at me.
“Ronan!”
His voice was filled with anger.
I was pissed off that it had been done before.
No explanation needed.
We exchanged glances, and I grabbed his right hand.
Four wings spread, and Orce rose.
Kaaaaaah!
A gust of wind tugged at the leather of his face.
No shiny minion could stop us.
The thunderbolts the giants threw reflexively grazed his side.
Orce broke through the defense and threw me with all his might.
“Kaaaahhhh!!!”
“Great!”
It’s even faster.
The sun set over the swordsmen.
In the open sky, nothing stood between me and the bald commandos.
Their horde began to stir.
“Dangerous. Gain altitude.”
『Intercept failed. Summon more soldiers—”
It looked like it was trying to do something, but I wasn’t willing to let it go.
With a hard grip on the hilt, the sunset enveloped the giants.
They were drawn to me like a school of herring caught in a net.
Our trajectories overlapped, but I didn’t slow down and swung my sword.
Driving through the white masses felt like driving through a cloud.
It was like walking out of a bald commando.
Pfft!
The bodies of dozens of giants exploded in pieces.
Blue rain drenched the sea of clouds.
A bald man nearby sighed to himself.
“Even the Ministry of Punishment—quack.”
And he crashed, too.
Orse’s spear pierced his forehead.
Boom!
I landed where I’d leapt, covered in blood.
I opened my eyes for a moment, and hundreds of giants surrounded the group.
“Extinguish.”
“It’s been a while. I haven’t felt like this.”
But there was no sense of crisis.
In fact, I felt more energized than when I was at home.
Ever since I arrived in Bald World, my body has been hitting new highs in real time.
And I wasn’t the only one in good shape.
“Hmph—hmph—hmph.”
A hiccup echoed in my ears.
The blood-stained holy sword vibrated.
The forecast was blossoming like a thunderstorm, warping the atmosphere.
The blade, which grew sharper as it absorbed blood, now seemed to cut through space.
“Lean. Are you okay?”
“Ewww, ewww–naturally.”
A thin chuckle rang out.
His voice was uncharacteristically affectionate.
If I drank too much blood, I felt like I was drunk beyond full.
His tongue was twisted in a vicious circle, and he was drunk.
After a moment of silence, Lin spoke up.
“—— Ronan.”
“Huh?”
“You—don’t pout because you’re cute—she can get a girl like you in a heartbeat if she puts her mind to it. Whoa—she’s pissed off all of a sudden?”
For a moment, my head went white.
I didn’t know how to react.
I’m in the middle of a serious conversation and he’s acting like this again.
“I’m suddenly pissed off— why can’t I get my old self back? Kheung, how long am I going to have to live in this body?”
“That doesn’t sound good.”
“Ronan—your sister used to be a real——haa. She was a great girl—tall—busty up and down—you know who she is, yeah. Go ask Valon—hehehe, do you know how much that kid followed me around?”
It seemed to smell like alcohol even though there was no alcohol.
Perhaps Lin was referring to the first emperor in the history books, not the inspiration that sits on the throne today.
I suddenly realized that what I was holding was a holy sword.
The injections that came out of the box were excellent.
The situation wasn’t conducive to further acceptance, so I took a jab at him, prepared to get cussed out.
“Grandma, she’s very drunk.”
“What, what, what, Grandma?!”
“Fuck you!”
I almost missed the sword.
The hilt of the blade tingled like static electricity.
Suddenly, his body moved of its own accord, spraying out a wide sword strike.
“You, you, you, how dare you speak such nonsense!”
The sword was bubbling like a furnace.
The sword’s trajectory drew a wide circle.
Thousands of sword qi scattered in all directions.
Chunks of foreboding, reminiscent of bullets made of blood, pierced the giants’ bodies indiscriminately.
“Whoa.”
I couldn’t help but be impressed.
The previous blow took down most of the remaining balds.
With fist-sized holes in their torsos and heads, the giants were swallowed up by the clouds and never came back up.
Everyone in the group was wide-eyed and impressed, but I didn’t have time for that.
An angry voice echoed in my head.
“Say that again! What did you say, huh?!”
“Damn, she said you’re a beautiful person!”
“——Sister?”
“Yeah. If we were at the same academy, I’d be asking you what you’re taking, so now calm the fuck down!”
“Huh–huh–huh–yes. Sister—I never thought you’d say that—.”
A chuckle rang out.
The sword is back to normal.
“Hmmm—yes, that’s right. That’s a nice sound—.”
“I’ll see you later, really—can we fight normally now?”
“Uh-huh, sure. Do what my Ronan wants to do.”
Lin was silent then.
I sighed as I watched my companion return to his weapon.
I never knew the Spirit of the Holy Sword had such a habit.
He had a nasty personality, along with pornographic browsing.
Letancier smirked.
“Ro, Ronan, why are you suddenly talking to yourself—.”
“It’s no big deal.”
It wasn’t a story I wanted to explain.
I threw up my hands and looked back at the cradle.
A new giant was just being born under the hexagonal pillar.
“Scumbags.”
It makes me nauseous no matter how many times I see it.
The sphere of light was taking shape.
Limbs sprout, wings grow.
The body, of course, is made up of souls taken from all corners of the universe.
This makes it seem more like manufacturing than breeding.
Boom!
I launched myself at him.
When I arrived, the crouching giant opened his eyes.
The thick lips slowly parted.
『—You?”
“Happy birthday.”
Instead of answering, I swung my sword.
The vertical line bisected the baby bald and the cradle at the same time.
Quack!
The meat and the building, split in two, sank beneath the clouds.
The giants nearby shed a tear of embarrassment.
“The cradle is—!”
“O unruly man, are you not afraid of judgment?”
“Judgment?”
“Your sins will never be forgiven. The torments of hell will punish your spirit and body for all eternity.”
I chuckled and turned my head away.
Killing a newborn being was apparently a capital offense, even in the Bald World.
Instead of approaching them, I cast an Auror.
As the sunset colored the sky, the man I’d just been talking to was dragged in front of me.
Scoop!
His grayish-blond head shot up into the air.
“What.”
“You sound like a referee. None of you are going home alive.”
Once again, blue blood soaked his face.
I plunged my sword into its head as it was about to fall to the floor.
The giant’s eyes, still sentient, widened.
I leaned in close and spit in his face.
“I am your hell.”
It didn’t take long for the situation to clear up.
The light of the portal engulfed us.