I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess

200 – The Last War (2)

Certainly, Gamigin’s offensive was not very active.

Should we say that the intention is clear?

It was a literal move, with the sole purpose of calling us out.

Gamigin’s army would periodically appear on the battlefield, but would retreat without hesitation when we responded.

It was quite frustrating for us.

I would have felt better if I had just attacked like crazy.

The more your body is pushed, the stronger the counterattack becomes.

But since the opponent was just watching and hitting us, we couldn’t really push hard.

“Are you just going to keep avoiding me? This isn’t like kids playing.”

“There’s nothing I can do. I have no choice but to fight. I don’t want to be in a place like this.”

“That’s your business. Here, soldiers are dying because of your pranks. Since you’re going to die anyway, why don’t you just die quickly?”

“I’ll just decline that. I… I’ll definitely survive.”

No matter how roughly we bit, Gamigin came out on the defensive.

It is easy to push, but difficult to land a valid hit.

I kept feeling a sense of emptiness, like it was within reach but not quite there.

However, if you follow Gamigin deep into enemy territory, you will end up being eaten instead.

Because the Demon King in this battlefield isn’t just Gamigin.

Perhaps because he thought it was too much to do alone, several Dove Faction Demon Kings had joined Gamigin’s camp.

Gamigin is a demon king who specializes in defense… or more precisely, fortification.

Even in the original, when facing me, Gamigin’s role was to take up a position in a key stronghold and hold out.

Even at that time, I was confident of my victory if I beat him one-on-one, but it was not a victory that could be achieved in a short period of time.

My current growth rate is overwhelmingly faster than before.

But I couldn’t get ahead of myself after several years.

Even considering Sirien’s support, it would be difficult in the current situation.

‘It’s not enough. I need to find a way to increase the power.’

The first thing that comes to mind is power overload.

If you explode your magic power beyond the range that can be safely handled, the effect will naturally be stronger.

But I quickly dismissed this option from my mind.

Even without doing such things, my sword is already burdened.

If you blindly abuse your power, it’s obvious that you’ll become disabled before you even meet Baal.

Using overload once or twice is sufficient when necessary.

I was not blessed with the ability to run wild without paying a price like the protagonists in other creative works.

I’m not a doomsayer who uses force without thinking.

‘No matter how you think about it, there is only one answer.’

The power I breathed into the sword.

The answer may lie in the most fundamental source of power – the will to kill.

Let’s think about it.

When I first became aware of the dark side.

At that time, I was fighting a giant poisonous spider.

It’s impossible to even defend from the front. Each and every enemy attack is fatal, but they can’t even penetrate my black outer skin.

I couldn’t even find a way to survive, let alone fight back.

‘Still, I had to kill him.’

Don’t do what you can, do what you have to do.

No matter how strong the enemy before me was or how little I had, I had to kill the enemy.

That way, Sirien will survive.

The precious princess followed me around without a word of complaint.

At night, he would tremble with fear, but when he saw my wounds, he would cry as if he was angry.

That little boy was now drawing the future with me.

Was I a knight in the forgotten forest?

No. I was just Sirien’s childhood friend.

There was a time when that was enough.

Nothing will change now.

Before I was a knight, I was Sirien’s childhood friend and also her lover.

Let’s throw away the superficial appearance, Rajen Bertus.

– They fought each other, struggling.

– In the slowed time, I continued to swing my sword. Blood spurted out. I couldn’t tell whose blood it was. The blue and red blood were mixed together and I couldn’t tell the difference.

– The defense was noticeably weak. It was the price I paid for not giving up on the attack. I viciously attacked the spider’s damaged half.

Since when did I stick to the sword, will, and other refined methods?

I’d rather roll around on the floor ugly than do that.

Because I was originally a person who built a wall against things like dignity.

What sets me apart from others is that I have the courage to take a step deeper.

My body felt lightened by the new realization.

“What, what is it all of a sudden?”

Gamigin stepped back in confusion.

I didn’t answer. I felt like my concentration would be broken the moment I opened my mouth.

It’s a strange thing.

The thorns pulled up from the abyss seemed much slower than before.

Each and every one of the deadly attacks passed me by.

It was a close enough distance that one finger could barely fit through.

Let’s take risks that we can afford to take.

You don’t have to put in too much effort to avoid enemy attacks.

The time I save now will turn into new opportunities.

This time, it seemed like the opportunity would be created by Sirien.

“False lamp. Sickle of punishment.”

The scythe of Hybras tore open the curtain of Gamigin.

The wrath of the god of death clawed at the bottom of the abyss.

When Gamigin showed an opening, my greatsword did not miss the opportunity and dug in.

It was the first time my sword touched Gamigin.

The red blade was soaked in blood.

There is no reason why something that has touched once cannot touch twice.

Gamigin threw all his strength into trying to push me away, but I had no reason to just let him go.

The blade, sharpened with murderous intent, swung toward Gamigin.

The Demon King shouted in frustration.

“Phenex, Forneus, Lonobe. What are you doing! Come and stop us now!”

“Hey, Hebras!”

As soon as you are cornered, you call other demon lords.

Thanks to that, the battle situation would improve, but… … the burden on my side would be greater for now.

Sirien drew down the curtain.

It was a sturdy measure for something that had been hastily made, but as expected, it couldn’t last long.

Where did they all come from? The demon lords rushed in like a swarm and broke the curtain in an instant.

“Razen. Back off!”

Sirien made the obvious decision.

Right now, a formidable enemy called Gamigin is right in front of you.

In this situation, it would be foolish to fight three lieutenant demon lords at the same time.

It definitely should be that way… … .

My intuition pointed to the opposite.

It’s now. If anything, we must dig in now.

Your biggest weakness is the one that shows up when you think you’re the strongest.

In the end, the action was faster than expected.

I could sense that Sirien was flustered, but it had only been a day or two since we had been in sync.

My saintly lady preferred to recite prayers instead of expressing her doubts.

The divinity of Hybras sharpened my blade even further.

“You cheeky b*stard. You should have run away!”

Who exactly was it?

It was unclear which demon lord had shouted those words.

What is clear is that the first one to emerge was a rare martial artist among the Dove Faction Demon Kings.

The moment the hammer, taller than me, was about to collide with my greatsword, I gave up the weapon and threw it to the floor.

When it comes to strength, I’m pretty confident in that area too…

If your forte is a power struggle, is there really a need to get along?

I’m good at other things too.

The enemy who lost the opponent he had to fight against quickly lost his composure.

A simple fake. It was a mistake that the Demon King’s physical abilities could have easily recovered from.

But the Demon King’s body ultimately takes on a human-like form.

That means I can trust my strength and give Judo a try.

Enough. The opponent is neither as stupidly strong as Eligos nor does he exude overwhelming coldness like Barbatos.

At best, it was on the same level as Astaroth, who was slaughtered by me. There was no reason why it could not be subdued.

You are born with great magical powers.

Do you dare to beat me in a mud fight?

The long sword on his waist cut the Demon King’s arm like a flash of lightning.

Before the blood that poured out like a fountain could even reach the ground, I subdued the remaining arm and neck with my two legs.

“You b*stard. What the heck are you doing… …!”

“It’s been noisy since a while ago.”

Judging by their weapons, the other two Demon Lords’ strengths are magic and bows respectively.

Gamigin kept his distance as if his life was the top priority, and he was also quite relaxed with the other demon lords.

There will be attacks from a distance, but we will leave the defense to Sirien.

It had to be finished before all the severed arms regenerated.

The flying magic knocked him down on the ground and cut off the Demon King’s neck like a saw.

As expected, the resistance was not easy.

The Demon King focused his magical power only on his neck, and at the same time, he twisted his body violently to try to endure it.

I was against it.

Magic power is only poured into suppressing the b*stard.

Cutting off a neck was enough with just a serious killing intent.

Soon I stood up holding my severed head.

Blood dripped down and soaked the floor.

Gamigin’s eyes, which had been gasping for breath, shook.

“Oh, that’s ridiculous. Porneus died in vain like that?”

When the Divine Rest took the Demon King’s soul.

I pointed to the Demon King who was pulling his bowstring from afar.

Huh. A rough breath escaped from the lips that were filled with laughter.

“You’re next.”