I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess

205 – Baal (2)

The decision to expand the front line proved surprisingly effective.

As Sirien said, a considerable number of Demon Lords responded to the friendly special forces and were also keen on achieving great feats.

An incompetent ally is more dangerous than an enemy.

A commander who values ​​achievements over victory on the battlefield is woefully incompetent.

The demon lords who launched reckless attacks had to pay a heavy price.

Sometimes the lives of countless demons. Sometimes the head of the Demon King himself.

The reinforcements that arrived from the imperial palace were doggedly demanding a ransom.

It was from then on that Baal’s advance came to a halt.

“Lord Rajen, I will assist you!”

“Up. Be careful!”

Baal’s sword is still heavy.

But it’s less than yesterday, and it’s a lot lighter than the first engagement.

As I faced overwhelming enemies, my skills were improving rapidly… … but it wasn’t enough to turn the situation around yet.

There have been continued injuries, big and small.

The power to change the ‘situation’ itself. No matter how much they were connected, it couldn’t be perfect.

I had to trust in the protection of the saints and endure my injuries within a reasonable amount of time.

But maybe I was overconfident in the improved situation.

Or maybe I was too complacent because I thought that power didn’t work well on me and Sirien?

‘It feels like everything around me is rewinding… … Here we go again.’

We must prepare for Baal’s imminent attack.

I held the greatsword tightly and prepared myself, but no attack came my way.

It was not me but Siren standing before Baal.

The blade hidden behind the shield swings fiercely.

It seemed as if Sirien was trying to pull herself out, but I was sure of it.

Slow. No, to be exact, Baal is too fast.

‘If it were Sirien at a time like this… … ‘

Was I able to do this?

A sense of crisis so intense that it makes your throat feel cold.

My head was moving more rapidly than at any time in my life.

Should I create a shield to block the attack?

No, that’s not enough.

It was clear that the shield I made would tear easier than a sheet of paper.

Trying to block an attack that even Sirien couldn’t block with my magic.

That’s not just arrogant, it’s ignorant.

Before my head could even come to a conclusion, my body made hand gestures.

The conclusions reached by body and mind were surprisingly similar.

If defense wasn’t the answer, Sirien would have taken up the spear.

The divine power that rushed towards Baal broke the timing once.

Then, a longsword filled with black energy flew towards Baal.

Meanwhile, Sirien seemed to be thinking similar thoughts to me.

‘That’s… … ?’

Sirien narrowly avoided Baal’s sword.

A posture that seems to have copied the movements I have shown so far.

He even tried to counterattack with an axe that held death in its veins.

Even though the counterattack didn’t work, I still liked that kind of thing.

The important thing is that Sirien is safe.

And then I approached Baal again.

“Oh, this works.”

“Good job. Really.”

Sirien said as if she was bewildered.

Have we both come to some realization?

I thought my connection with Sirien was already perfect.

It seemed like there was more to it than that.

In situations where I cannot attack, Sirien dazzles Baal’s eyes.

If you attack to the right, you get left. If you attack down, you get up.

I even had the illusion that Sirien was there, holding my hand.

Perhaps sensing the change in atmosphere, Dersian dug deeper than usual.

Recently, Darssian has shortened his weapon and taken up a shield.

This didn’t happen in the original, but it seems like there was a change in his feelings after the final battle with Barbatos.

The sword that used to be strong has now become a thick iron wall.

Especially, seeing the injuries piling up on Isha’s body made me feel like my skills were improving.

Although it may not be called the Sword Saint as it used to be, it is clear that it will become the strongest sword in the empire.

“It’s annoying.”

Baal gave a short murmur.

I was planning to counterattack with Isha again while Dersian held the guy off.

A very sharp sensation appeared at the tip of my neck.

As we grabbed Dersian by the scruff of his neck and retreated together, a blade made of darkness stabbed into the ground.

“I ended up taking it out sooner than I thought… … but it doesn’t matter.”

There was a great darkness in the gaze that followed the blade.

An appearance that can only be described as metaphysical.

It was as if my mind was noisy, and I couldn’t properly perceive the beginning and the end.

Just the dagger that darkness holds.

Its size itself is so large that I wonder if it is appropriate to call it a dagger – but in any case, the power that the sword holds is clearly not that of a human or a demon.

At first, it was just a manifestation rather than an attack.

The following is unavoidable.

“Razen… … !”

The moment the dark god brought down his dagger on me.

Sirien wrapped herself around my body.

* * *

The surrounding area was completely darkened.

All senses, from sight to hearing, were silenced.

The sense of dread that used to bring me a lot of information, and the creeping anxiety that used to foretell a crisis at some point, were now not listening to me.

At the end, I couldn’t find Sirien, who had clearly wrapped around my body.

‘Then we have to find it.’

This time again, I chose what I had to do rather than what I could do.

The moment I was about to take a step, I felt a huge presence behind me.

A light so ominous that it looked like two pure white eyes staring at me.

Is that the god of darkness?

I felt the gap between humans and gods anew. The enemy had grown infinitely larger, and I had grown infinitely smaller.

I was as helpless as a human being facing a huge mountain.

Still, he had a sword in his hand.

The blade is neither visible nor tactile.

But there’s no way I would have put down my sword.

I calmly raised the blade.

Without hesitation, he thrusts his sword into the clutches of darkness.

A seemingly insignificant blow. But small and insignificant things are the first steps toward changing the world.

The stroke I made caused ripples.

The darkness that seemed as if it would never waver becomes distorted.

A familiar light flickered in the distortion.

The crimson light that drives away the black darkness. The lamp of Hybras.

As the darkness that had turned the world upside down shattered, Sirien rushed towards me.

“Found it… … !”

“Ah. I was going to go look for it.”

“I was faster this time.”

Sirien smiled brightly and hugged me.

Because of the armor, their skin never touched each other.

But to me, it seemed as if I could feel her warmth desperately.

As I gently stroked his tangled silver hair, the formless grim reaper was driving away the darkness.

Baal shouted passionately.

“Hibras! O abominable death! You, of all the gods, are doing this! You, the one who said that God should not protect humans! You, who killed Aisha that day!”

– Phewhhh… … Yeah. Sonaruk said the same thing.

“You said that you killed Time because it was evil! But what about you now? Even though I am a thief who usurped divinity, I am still a mortal of this world. Hybras, you have clearly become an evil spirit who intervened in this world!”

– It’s a new feeling. It’s not the first time I’ve heard my evil voice. Are you going to judge me?

There is compatibility in divinity.

Of course, this compatibility is not absolute, and it does not imply a hierarchy among the gods.

However, the relationship between the God of Darkness and Hybras seemed clear.

I wish Hybras could subdue Baal as well… … .

I guess it won’t work out that way.

Every time Hybras moved, it seemed like a great burden to Sirien.

What’s more, Hybras has been minimizing interventions up until now. Even if they say that, there must be a line that must be kept.

The fact that Baal isn’t killed right away is proof of that.

It seemed right to see this as an opportunity presented by the advent of the God of Darkness.

If you hope for too much and it backfires on Sirien, you’re in big trouble.

“Razen. Let’s step back for now. It’s okay to stop here for today. Hybras will buy us some time.”

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah. It’s not like Hybras came down on his own. It’s not like he’ll have any serious internal injuries. … … He’ll need a few days to recover, though.”

“As long as you’re okay, that’s fine. Nothing else really matters.”

“I am most happy to hear that.”

Sirien chuckled behind her back.

Still, how many days? If Baal attacks again, it will be quite a tough battle.

… … I thought so. Fortunately, that didn’t happen.

It was because of the internal strife that arose among the demon tribe.

No. It was more of a rebellion than an internal strife.

Barbatos attacked Baal’s rear.

* * *

Barbatos’ ice doll spread cold air.

It was a much harsher cold than before.

Behind her stood the Demon King with a familiar face.

A beauty with thick black hair. She was a new ‘Leraji’ made from the corpse of Gamigin.

A considerable army was pressing Baal’s rear, and even Baal could not ignore them.

“I don’t understand, Barbatos. Don’t you hate humans? What’s your complaint when I’m fulfilling your wish?”

“When did I ever ask for something like that?”

“You were the one who most strongly desired war with humans. Didn’t I grant your wish?”

“I was the one who had to go to war. But didn’t I tell you last time? If you interfere with my war, I’ll kill you.”

Barbatos aimed his halberd at Baal.

To her, Gamigin was a disgusting demon lord.

The Demons are a fighting race. However, the Gamigin have stopped fighting and have chosen to settle for what has been given.

That’s why Barbatos started to hate Gamigin a long time ago.

But I knew.

The fact that the Demon King, who was both his rival and his close friend, had rotted away in an instant was because of Baal.

Barbatos’ struggle is not about throwing his life into an impossible fight.

But you have to keep the promises you make.

Also, when the opportunity came, you shouldn’t have hesitated.

Barbatos did not stop fighting.