I Became the Burden of a Conscienceless Party - I Became the Burden of a Conscienceless Party chapter 145

145 – The Protagonist (3)

Main character (3)

Kang!

Esmeralda thought as she took Eleven’s sword energy.

‘As expected… … I can handle it!’

One who carries a huge burden. One who fights while carrying it all alone.

Warrior.

It was a moment when the value of that title shone brightly once again.

Last time, I was hit by Eleven’s attacks before I could even get used to them.

However, it is true that she has become accustomed to Eleven’s attacks.

She was somehow able to endure it, except for the final blow.

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Esmeralda, who had already overcome the ordeal, recalled past fights, and recalled countermeasures, was showing a completely different side than before.

“Hehehe… … .”

“Are you laughing? Or are you panting?”

It was clearly Eleven who was pushing. However, Esmeralda had grown through the previous fight, and thanks to that, she was able to block Eleven’s attacks with relative ease.

What was revealed was Eleven’s physical strength problem.

It was the limitation of my aging body.

“Of course it’s because it’s fun!”

However, Eleven was able to happily cross swords with Esmeralda even with such an old body.

The pride of the unmanned sword. A sword dance performed in conjunction with a rival.

Eleven’s sword was rough, wild, and violent at the same time.

Esmeralda’s sword was precise, orthodox, and sharp.

The swords of two different people.

Eleven felt pleasure at the ripples created by the contact between the swords.

‘Oh, I see.’

And as he observed himself like that, Eleven was able to realize one thing. He definitely enjoyed fighting.

As I was born a warrior, I felt alive through combat.

But as he grew older and had more responsibilities and weight to carry on his sword, he too had to become more serious.

He had to become a commander leading a legion from a single beast, and since then Eleven had rarely felt joy in battle.

All that’s left is the uneasy feeling of having killed someone and the sense of duty to fight for a cause engraved in your heart.

That’s what makes him happy.

Eleven finally realized what was causing the joy.

‘The end is near.’

His time is running out.

His aged body is now urging him to rest.

That’s why it was like that.

Because death is right before our eyes.

So, Eleven felt more keenly than ever that she was alive in the midst of the fight.

This fight is the last. There will probably be no next one.

That’s why I put off reporting to the Demon King’s army and waited for Esmeralda.

“more…….”

The name that will decorate his end splendidly, [Warrior].

If you fight a warrior and die, wouldn’t that be true proof of life?

Couldn’t he be excused for killing so many people by saying that he achieved something in the sense of duty and justice that he had engraved deep in his heart?

“A little more……!”

Eleven urged her body, which was not moving as she wished.

The flesh that was not connected to the thoughts was both regrettable and desperate.

It is the last fight of his life. It is the art he will leave behind in the world. He cannot leave behind that art as a poor work.

“Push it a little harder!!”

“Huh?!”

Eleven’s momentum, which had been gradually weakening, suddenly increases.

The attack, which had not been coordinated with the accident due to her aged body, struck Esmeralda with precision in an instant.

Reflection of light

A moment to look back on your life.

The process of lighting the last remaining candle and burning it down.

Kiiiiiing!

The sword of the spirited Eleven deflects Esmeralda’s holy sword.

Instead of picking up the Holy Sword that had fallen from her hand, Esmeralda grabbed the rapier, which was the closest sword she had been controlling with her swordsmanship.

aaa!

A rapier that cuts through the wind.

The fastest attack Esmeralda can perform, catching Eleven off guard as she prepares for a follow-up attack after sending Esmeralda’s sword flying.

“Cough!”

Eleven, who reacted late to the attack, turned her body, but it was impossible to dodge. Eleven gave her shoulder in an attempt to at least avoid the vital point, and then swung her sword.

“Huh!”

In a situation where focusing on evasion and defense was not enough, Esmeralda took a long cut across her cheek and took a step back as Eleven counterattacked with her sword.

However, he quickly regained his senses and stabbed the rapier again.

“Ugh!”

visor!

However, this attack lacked momentum and Eleven responded.

I knocked aside the rapier that was rushing towards me, cutting through the wind.

However, Eleven was dragged away without being able to return the sword he had swung, perhaps because he had swung it too forcefully.

He couldn’t hold on to his own strength.

“… … .”

The silence that arose between the two people who had been fighting without a moment to breathe.

“Phew… … .”

Instead of retrieving the Holy Sword, Esmeralda properly held her rapier and assumed a stabbing stance.

It was a reproduction of the fastest and most beautiful thrust she had ever seen.

Felheim Senova’s swordsmanship.

“Hahahaha!”

Eleven, who was watching the one-hit-kill stance, happily put her sword away and took up the stance.

The posture of the swordsman who had previously sent Jim and Esmeralda off the edge of a cliff.

Hero of the fortress city.

Commander of the Demon King’s Army.

Humans and demons.

Those who have reached the end and those who have set the end.

And inspection and inspection.

A legacy left behind by those who have spent so much time in their respective camps that they could not speak to each other.

“then.”

“die.”

The essence of life collided.

***

Demon King’s Army Force and Twelve. A revenge match with two army commanders.

The situation didn’t seem to have changed much from before. Garnet was still the only one dealing with the Legion Commander Force, but there were extras added to the side dealing with Twelve.

Twelve frowned because the meaning was so clear.

“Are we really going to fight to see who wins first?”

The fact that there are four of them here means that they want to deal with him quickly and go support Garnet.

If that’s the case, the only way for Twelve to survive is to hold out until Legion Commander Force defeats Garnet.

It was unfair that he was suddenly targeted so intently, but Twelve frowned and snorted.

“I guess I look like a real idiot. Don’t think you can defeat me as easily as last time.”

Yes, he already lost to the warrior party. When he attacked them in the ruins, he was repelled instead.

He had to run away in a miserable manner and now found himself facing a party of warriors that were much stronger than before.

Yeah, you think you can win. You probably will.

Twelve can’t win.

If it was 1:1, then I wouldn’t know, but it was a 1:4 fight, and the opponent was a party of warriors who were obviously much stronger than last time.

“But, there are no warriors. Well, looking at you guys now, it would be easy to think that that is a margin of error… … .”

Ssssssssss.

The sand manipulated by Twelve begins to flow like a river.

The sand he prepared in advance. The amount is unusual.

“We’ve also prepared thoroughly to deal with you guys. Strategy isn’t always about the weak preparing to attack the strong.”

Twelve is not proud.

There are many people in the world who are stronger than you. And you also know that those who were weaker than you in the past can surpass you today.

Didn’t he do that?

During his school days, the boy who was weaker than anyone else and was bullied has now risen to the position of the 13th strongest man in the Demon King’s army.

Nothing is permanent. There is only hard work, talent, preparation, and variables.

“Come on! Warrior Party.”

And the greatest strength that Legion Commander Twelve possesses is.

“I’ll fight you dirty and deadly!”

The point is that I am not obsessed with things like pride or being upright.

He has already experienced the lowest point in life and is long past the point where he worries about his image becoming ugly.

Twelve, who immediately figured out the purpose of the warrior party, immediately used most of the sand to strengthen their defenses, and the remaining sand began to move to tie up the warrior party’s feet.

He doesn’t think he’ll win. He can’t win.

But even if he wins.

“The Force will win!”

His comrades will definitely take down Garnet and come here.

So he just endures.

Ugly and cowardly.

That’s how you survive.

***

Garnet knows what the Force’s strengths are. At least she has information.

She knew everything about how he fought, what he could and couldn’t do.

That’s because she used to be a member of the Demon King’s army, but she was also preparing for a battle of ranks.

Because she originally intended to attack the legion commander’s force.

But, when things turned out like this, I couldn’t help but sigh.

When I was fully prepared, I didn’t have time to fight, but now I have to fight with the force and risk my life when I’m so far lacking.

I’m talking about a monster b*stard who is worse than a beast and doesn’t make any sense.

“Well, I guess so. I didn’t think you’d be the kind of person to have a conversation or anything.”

Phew!

Garnet covered herself in flames and dodged the hammer swinging from the Force.

And that’s not just a difference of a sheet of paper; it’s an excessively large difference.

Fit!

But, Garnet was still wounded. The Force doesn’t have a means to attack opponents regardless of space.

The Force has nothing but strength.

And with that power, the hammer swung rends the air and shatters even the parts that are not in the striking area.

‘Now that I think about it, the Demon King’s naming sense isn’t all that bad.’

Forth and force.

A pun that isn’t even funny.

But that ridiculous pun never felt more believable than it does now.

Force is a giant. It’s a monster that’s probably over 4 meters tall.

However, his attack range is much wider than that.

You say all you have is strength?

But what can be done if the power is so overwhelming?

There is no point in attacking from a distance or launching a wide-range attack.

The power of the Force can shatter entire areas and collapse mountains in a single blow.

Force’s skin and muscles are ridiculously hard and tough, either because they generate such power or because they have to endure it.

Offense and defense. The fact that it all comes from his power.

An extreme power that reaches its peak and devours all things that are similar to each other.

“But if you cut it, it will be cut.”

Garnet’s plan to deal with such a force is simple.

No matter how tough and hard the skin is, if you keep attacking, it will eventually get wounded. And as the wounds increase, the opponent gets closer to death.

Garnet’s specialty is powerful flames and swordsmanship that utilizes them.

and…….

＜Carbuncle Soul＞

The art of splitting one’s soul into pieces.

A meteor shower pours down from the sky.

Garnet’s clones, each bathed in blazing flames like the sun, simultaneously strike with the Force and distance themselves.

The total number of clones she created was seven.

“Besides, I can cut it sevenfold. It’s easy.”

Garnet began to attack the Force with her clones.