I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess

31 – Awakening (2)

It was a fierce battle.

The spider attacked at random, regardless of whether its body was damaged or not, and I also counterattacked with all my might.

A physical battle could not be waged.

My body was not strong enough to stick to the hit and run strategy like before.

Instead, the spider was slower than before, and I was faster than before.

Boom. Thud. Thud.

My heart was beating without stopping.

Hot blood circulates vigorously from end to end of the blood vessels.

As time felt slower, my body accelerated.

Cuts out the spider’s flesh and reverses the sword.

Cut off the distorted outer shell and retrieve it. After retreating a distance of about two steps, he bent her waist to avoid the attack.

A refreshing breeze blew along the bridge that narrowly passed over my face.

‘Are we not going to use the poison again?’

It was worth it. Because the omen before spitting out the venom was clear.

It was a threatening weapon even when you were not conscious of it, but if you were careful, there was no reason to get hit. Rather, I was confident that I would properly counterattack if he did something like that again.

My eyes were already taking in every minute movement of the spider.

The spider’s claws are aimed at my shoulder.

It wasn’t difficult to avoid. Even if it were true, it wouldn’t be serious injury.

No. When I thought about it carefully, this was actually an opportunity.

‘Do not be afraid of pain. ‘Think of your scars like medals.’

Did you have that much time?

I am relaxed enough to divide the attack and defense neatly and only poke at the gaps that are exposed.

Even now, somewhere, there is probably a sword pointed at you.

Recall the existence of a tracking team. Do you think that if you fight while making this loud noise, they won’t come after you?

Would the pursuers just suck their fingers after seeing these huge traces?

If there is no opportunity to attack, create one. Even if it means throwing away your body, make it.

Other than a strong body, what on earth do you have now?

All you have to do is be able to fight. When one fight is over, it’s enough to be ready for the next fight.

‘I welcome you.’

The shoulder blade of my left arm was torn off.

I cut off one leg. It was the first feat achieved after a long struggle.

They fought each other as if they were struggling.

As time slowed down, I constantly swung my sword. Blood splattered. It was unknown whose blood it was. The blue blood and red blood were so congealed that it was impossible to tell them apart.

It seemed like there were a lot more blue ones. Because the feeling of absence of the leg that was cut off earlier was great.

The defense was noticeably lax. It was the reward for not giving up the attack. I relentlessly attacked the damaged half of the spider.

Then my legs stopped talking for a moment. This was the area that had been given away earlier to destroy the outer skin around the head.

The pain was bearable, but the torn muscles were causing trouble.

It was a fleeting moment. A short time, less than 1 second. That momentary disruption became poison.

A heavy leg hit one side of my body and passed by.

It didn’t go down as badly as before. I succeeded in standing up, but the shock was significant.

The problem was as follows. My posture was completely ruined and I couldn’t prepare for the next time.

“Razen!”

I hear a familiar voice.

Something flew through the air. Then the ‘next’ that should have reached me disappeared.

Quad! A familiar-looking hatchet was stuck above the spider’s eye.

It was a gap created by Sirien.

Is it now? There was no time to think long. Action was faster than judgment.

It went straight in front of the suffering spider’s head. If it had been until now, it would have been suicidal, but now it was different.

Quad Deuk! The sword pierced the thin outer layer and penetrated exactly under the chin.

Sticky, hot blood flowed down my arm.

‘Please. Now just die.’

The sword was inserted as far as it could be inserted.

My sword seemed to go endlessly through the thick flesh.

Very little. It felt like if I went in just a little bit more, I would be completely suffocated.

But nothing in the world went my way.

My sword suddenly got stuck in something.

The sensation conveyed through my hands was hopeless. It was so hard that it seemed impenetrable.

The spider’s fangs touched her shoulder as if waiting while I was in the way.

Something hot and cold entered my body.

I was not foolish enough to not know that it was a deadly poison.

The poison spread quickly.

In an instant, my body becomes heavy and my mind becomes distant.

My staggering body barely resisted falling.

‘Is it a failure?’

No. That can’t be possible.

Let’s finish it before you can’t move your body.

The sword was thrust further towards the blocked head. Of course it didn’t budge.

Still, I had to do it. If one time doesn’t work, one more time. I had to use all my remaining strength to kill this spider.

I could never keep him alive.

The moment I thought so──

A ‘miracle’ occurred.

* * *

[Holy woman, reverse harems are impure! [Excerpt from Volume 7, page 127]

Count Bertus’ sword was basically black.

A black sword so dark that its presence is revealed even in the middle of the night. Blood-red lightning roared around him.

I heard that everything about a person tends to melt into the sword master’s sword energy.

Among them, it was said that the most influential thing was the belief held at the moment when the sword reached its peak.

In that case, Ellis couldn’t help but be shocked every time he saw that cruel prosecutor.

Why can Razen Bertus’s sword skills be so ominous and ferocious?

It was a sword that seemed to harbor only murderous intent.

The only thing contained within was the malicious intent to destroy and destroy others.

Beliefs. What kind of faith can you find in there?

Even if it contained beliefs, Ellis didn’t seem to want to know or admit it.

Pure evil.

Before she knew it, those three letters were strongly engraved in Ellis’ mind.

I felt the same way at that moment. For the world everyone wants, the author must be eliminated.

Ellis was reminded for the first time about someone who had to die.

* * *

Kill!

Reason and instinct shouted at the same time.

Immediately after the miracle came to me, my mind became bleached white.

Nothing came to mind except the thought of having to kill that spider.

You must kill the enemy.

I have to kill myself, even if it means burning my body.

My body felt light. Just now, my addiction felt like a lie.

The poison was still running wild inside me, but it had no effect.

Never before in my life has the sword felt so much like my body.

The sword was already moving where I wanted to cut, and my eyes seemed to find the optimal sword path and even predict the future two or three moves ahead.

“Hwaaa!”

Sparks flashed before my eyes.

It was a faint shock. Compared to the description of it encroaching on the surroundings just by taking it out, it was extremely weak and insignificant.

The sword was also at a trivial level. My limit was to wrap it very thinly over the blade.

But for now, this was enough.

A muted fog covers the steel blade. The night sky opened up through the morning sunlight along the path of my sword.

The hard and tough outer skin was cut like a piece of paper.

The spider’s body was cut down at random.

Cut off the leg. Cut one’s eyes The head that sticks out is deeply stabbed and then cut off, and the jaw that was about to spit out the poison is cut off.

The spider ran towards her death in an instant. It meant she was still alive.

You’re not dead until you die.

The boiling blood shouted.

– Kill it!

I will move my arms, so be sure to kill the enemy in front of you.

Destroy everything that gets in your way, and cut down everything that bothers you.

My body contained the strength just for that.

Suddenly, I didn’t like the sword I was swinging.

It would have been nice to have a heavier and larger sword. How great it would be to be able to leave a bigger wound with just one cut.

Yes. If one is not enough, you can use one more.

The ax that Sirien threw earlier caught my eye. He pulled out the ax and struck it down.

Quaggak! Kwakagak! The things contained inside the spider’s head were flying around randomly.

In the end, the spider sat down. My eyes haven’t missed the wriggling legs yet.

‘Still alive.’

Then I have to kill him too.

The spider’s head flies away. A piece of her fallen head got in the way of the kill. She kicked it away with her foot.

Breath that felt like it would burn came out of my mouth.

I understood. Why did Rajen’s sword have extreme aggression?

This force was accompanied by a terrible overload on the body. Every time the mana flowed through her bloodstream, it seemed to leave a small scar inside her.

This must be the price Banpoon pays for becoming a sword master. In return for gaining more destructive power than ordinary sword masters, this would be the price I had to bear.

There would have been no need to announce this fact.

Because Razen was strong enough, and she had enough talent.

No one doubted that she had become a sword master through the standard path.

Rajen in the novel also did not have enough time. She needed strength, even if it meant half a penny, to survive.

How many more times did she swing the sword and the axe?

I stopped swinging the weapon in a trance.

“Ha. Ha…… “

When I came to my senses, there was a corpse left in a miserable shape.

It was fortunate. Because I too am now at my limit. As soon as she withdrew her sword energy, the deadly poison tightened my breathing as if it had been waiting for me.

The last thing I saw as I fell was Sirien rushing towards me.