Goblin Knight - Chapter 361



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EP.361 The Fall of the Moon (39)

In this question that Blanc posed, the word ‘why’ had two major meanings.

The first was ‘how’.

Even though Blanc spent a lot of time hunting for food and teaching Nellivia various things, goblins are still inhabitants of the forest.

Their advance was slower than that of a horse, but it was so fast that the criminal could never catch up.

And this forest was absolutely impassable to horses, either because of the terrain or the wild wolves that roamed within… … .

‘If they caught up, I can still understand. But these guys were lying in wait here. That means they got there before us… How?’

Did you run for 7 days and nights without eating or resting? I guess that’s what an executor would do.

Or is it that the strange object they brought this time, a ‘gun’, is a tool specialized for movement, just like it is specialized for combat?

In fact, is there an underground tunnel that spans the entire world, and you can travel around the world by riding a carriage placed in the passage?

And the second question is.

Literally… why is this guy here?

Wasn’t the decree given to this executor to track down and kill Nelivia (and Blanc)?

Weren’t they the ones who devoted their minds to their faith just to deal with Nellyvia?

‘If this guy had formed a new pursuit party after recovering from his wounds and continued to pursue us, I wouldn’t be here. I would have died protecting Nellyvia.’

But I couldn’t understand why he was here guarding Archbishop Ira while throwing away that important ordinance.

Even if I gave in a hundred times and said that I had no choice but to join Ira’s escort because of a ‘more important order’, it would make no sense that they didn’t know about Blanc and Nelivia’s true identities.

A human girl who suddenly appeared in the werewolf forest, and a goblin with suspiciously agile body.

Is there one more combination like this in the world?

‘I can’t believe he felt a sense of gratitude for sparing his life… That’s impossible. The executor would never do that.’

The mockery with which he sneered when Blanc decided to spare the executioner’s life is still vivid.

The rage they harbor toward monsters is on the edge of madness. A madness that can even burn itself.

Those who have dedicated their selves to God in order to deal with monsters cannot possibly feel any grace from monsters.

So… while Blanc was heading here, something happened to them… … .

‘… … Anyway, this is already a desperate situation. I can’t break it by just swinging my sword.’

Blanc listened to the sound behind him.

The executioners, except for the dozen or so who surrounded him, were still shooting at the werewolves, and the number of maddening werewolves was increasing.

Yael and the other copper-tailed werewolves knew that this was the end and were attacking the executioners, but an executioner is an executioner.

It’s not an easy opponent to win against while being attacked from behind by your teammates.

From afar, the sound of the madmen running towards me was heard, either because they were being pursued or because they simply smelled blood.

You can never win by force alone.

so…….

‘Uncovering the tragedy.’

The moment I faced the blue executioner, I felt the iron sword, which had been silent all along, begin to resonate.

‘That’s what you’re trying to say… Preston!!’

“──Huh!?”

The moment Blanc finished thinking, he was already taking action.

He leaps upwards to disappear from the sight of those surrounding him, stepping on the branches that obscure the forest ceiling and crashing into the blue executioner.

The executioner was startled by a sudden iron sword shot from the sky and raised his longsword.

Kang!! A belated crash was heard, and Archbishop Ira let out a gasp of surprise.

“Wha- What are you doing? Wake up, you idiots! That guy’s trying to break through the siege!!”

“Step back, Your Majesty! The bastard’s body flies faster than you think!”

“I’m scared of that thing so I have to bite my body!? You damn bastards are a waste of the name of an executor! Can’t you even stop a goblin hybrid carrying a woman!!”

As Ira spoke, he stepped back a little.

That’s what an archbishop is. Is there some kind of rule in the Order of the Vul that only elevates those with defects to the position of archbishop?

Blanc was clicking his tongue in disbelief, but Nellyvia heard him and whispered softly.

“(……Hey, don’t you think I’m too heavy? Wouldn’t it be better for you if we were apart?)”

“(Don’t worry about it, it’s no different than wearing plate armor! Just hold on tight!)”

As Blanc was trying to calm Nelivia down, two longswords stabbed him from behind.

Considering the position of the body and the speed of the sword, it was impossible to block it. The best way was to jump and dodge.

But as soon as he lifted his body, the five executioners who were holding guns aimed their guns at him at the same time.

Bang!! Five gunshots rang out in an instant.

“eww……!”

Nellyvia let out a painful groan as she once again blocked the bullet with her shield.

Unlike the previous shooting, where the impact was dispersed across the impact points, this shooting involved five bullets simultaneously targeting just one location.

… … Only one attack was blocked, and already the shield is being destroyed. No matter how trash the escort is, an executor is an executor.

‘I can’t ignore them and just go for the blue one!’

As soon as he landed on the ground, three blue executors began to attack him in quick succession.

At the same time, one person must stand in front of Blanc to make it difficult for him to aim his sword elsewhere, while the one standing on the left continues to attack with a heavy sword, and the one standing on the right rear continues to strike with a sharp spear.

No matter how much I flew and changed direction, it was no use. They never broke their formation as if the three of them were one, and whenever I made a reckless move to escape, they attacked me instead.

The only place you can escape from them, the air, is occupied by those with guns.

I could only say that it was a desperate situation… … .

“Why are you like that, huh!?”

BANG!!

Despite the numerous consecutive attacks and combined attacks, Blanc continued to attack only the blue enforcer in front, shouting.

“Why are you making that face!? Where did you sell your greatest strength, your shameless face that never gets disheveled!!”

Of course, there was no answer from the executors.

As Blanc said, they don’t easily lose their emotions during battle, so whatever Blanc said was nothing more than the cries of a monster, and their faces were focused solely on ‘hunting’.

But one person was different.

The only one who resonated with Preston was the blue enforcer, whose lips trembled slightly every time they clashed swords.

‘It’s not that my body isn’t fully healed. Those cramps aren’t caused by physical pain.’

Blanc could tell because at one time, Sir Javert of Quesen had a face like that of that man.

To put it into words… it’s hesitation.

The suspicion that what you believed might be wrong, the delusion that you might be wrong.

I don’t know how it came to be, but…

It’s enough to stab you.

After Blanc struck hard with his left greatsword, he took advantage of the brief moment to swing his silver sword to the side.

It wasn’t meant to continue the attack.

Rather, that action was a fatal move that could have created an opening for him, as it was an act of removing the sword that was blocking the executioners’ view.

But… if the revealed field of vision itself can become an ‘attack’, then it’s a different story.

“So, is that the ‘good’ you were hoping for!?”

At the end of the swinging silver sword were werewolves.

Even at this moment, his own people were going mad, and he could see them wailing and killing their friends and family.

Depending on the perspective, this could be the end of the evil monsters that have long looked down on and persecuted humans as prey.

And… likewise, depending on the perspective.

That could have been hell on earth.

“This hell where you have to kill your beloved family and friends because you don’t want them to die! Is this the just punishment you should inflict on the evil ones for those who claim to be good!!”

It didn’t have to be that horrific.

Even if it were truly impossible to understand each other and live together, there would have been many other ways.

They could have tried as many times as they wanted.

But what they chose was extinction.

Efficiently, that is.

“The Lord you love has spoken! He has discussed mercy and generosity! He has said to condemn evildoers but to be lenient with those who repent!! Where is mercy and tolerance in your appearance now!?

The Lord said, “Bring forth one good, rather than one who has cut off ten thousand kinds of evil!” You may think that you have cut off ten thousand kinds of evil with this absurd massacre, but you have also cut off any bit of good that may have existed in between!

Is that what you want? To trample on the seeds of good in order to cut down evil? Are you only happy with cutting down more evil!?

Then, why would a Lord who does not hesitate to forsake good not be evil? – and why should we believe in it?!!”

Kang! Kak- Kaang!!

As the conversation continued, Blanc’s attacks became more intense, while the executioner’s sword, which was striking from the front, was pushed back.

In fact, this was a mysterious thing even for Blanc.

Unlike the other enforcers who didn’t seem to listen to Blanc’s words, that one’s face was distorted, which may have been the reason…

It didn’t feel like I was being pushed away with momentum.

One person’s heart may have wavered, but the others did not, and the executioner’s inaction was not so crude as to be disturbed by the slight wavering of the heart.

Still, Blanc gradually gained the upper hand.

‘This… I don’t know how it happened… … !’

There is no reason to miss this opportunity.

Kaang!! The iron sword that was swung down with all its might finally broke the sword of the executioner standing in front.

Archbishop Ira’s horrified voice was heard.

“That’s ridiculous… The Executioner’s sword is broken? It’s called the 7075th Blessed Sword. It’s a sword that can’t be broken by that cheap iron sword!!”

“7075? I don’t know what that is-”

He briefly withdraws his silver sword into the revealed gap.

This sword exists to cut down black evil, so keep it for your neck.

It’s a tragedy to be calling now.

And, as long as there is a tragedy that must be endured –

“Preston is never broken-”

“The rod is sko!!!”

The moment when the blue executioner is about to show his tragedy by being cut by an iron sword.

Perhaps fearing that the siege would be breached, Archbishop Ira threw something red in an extremely urgent voice.

Kang! The thing that Ira threw flew in an exquisite trajectory, bouncing off Blanc’s iron sword.

It was a pair of pointed things.

So to speak, it’s like… … .

“… … red shoes?”

“It’s because of you. The third power that the first archbishop trusted and entrusted to me… I really, really didn’t want to use it… But because of you… … !”

Ira muttered something with her face distorted with anger.

And after a while, as if he had no choice, he raised his cane loudly and shouted in a trembling voice.

“Dance crazy, you mediators of desire!!”

The red shoes trembled for a moment, then stopped moving as if obeying the command.

And after a while, the shoes were pointed towards the end.

It wasn’t Blanc… it was the blue enforcer holding the sword.

“Archbishop? What-”

Pot!

When a pair of shoes that had momentarily disappeared from the world reappeared, they were somehow worn on the feet of a blue executioner.

and.

“Huh, huh? Ugh… Ah, ah- Uaaaahh …

As Ira had shouted, the blue enforcer wearing red shoes started to run wild.

It was a speed incomparable to just a moment ago.