I Became the Burden of a Conscienceless Party - I Became the Burden of a Conscienceless Party chapter 174

174 – Answer (5)

Correct answer (5)

A red line cut across First’s chest. However, the wound was not serious.

It’s just a scratch. A little bit of blood is leaking out.

But, a wound is a wound.

“… … .”

Swish.

First wiped the blood flowing down his fingers.

Is this the first time in years that I’ve seen blood?

What made him uncomfortable was not the fact that blood had been shed, but the fact that the target of the shedding was the warrior Esmeralda, who did not care at all.

“Wow… how funny.”

More than anything else, he found his current appearance so ridiculous.

I couldn’t forgive myself for being attacked by a bug that wasn’t even a Robeno or a Lacrima, but just an annoying bug.

“indeed.”

First, I understood.

This feeling he is feeling right now is what he had forgotten.

Because until now, he had never cared about what the prey had to say.

I really didn’t like the idea of ​​mere animals attacking me as food.

“Warrior, Esmeralda.”

The swaying air.

The world was dyed red. The blood flowing out of First’s wrist began to mix with the world.

This is after consuming the already powerful power called Blood Stream.

For the First, who uses his own blood, such actions now were no different from eating his own flesh.

Emotions were that intense.

“I must take your blood.”

First, a declaration of war.

He declared that he would definitely kill Esmeralda, who he had treated as a freeloader all along, and with that declaration, the blood that had been flowing out of his body began to take shape.

Blood pools and transforms into the wings of a giant bat, and the unfinished sword he is holding in his hand takes the form of a saw blade to torture his opponent. It changes into a form not for killing, but for inflicting pain.

Esmeralda swallowed dryly at the blatant sight, but continued holding the holy sword in her hand.

The self-repairing function of the Holy Sword.

But if you just stick it on and swing it around, it’s obvious that it’ll fall off again.

So now we have to hold on by any means necessary.

“I have no intention of leaving you behind anymore. So I will pour everything I have into taking you down.”

“You’re so arrogant.”

The method Esmeralda chose was one of her special skills, swordsmanship.

Recently, I haven’t been able to use the sword because it wasn’t strong enough to withstand the opponent’s attacks, but now there’s nothing I can do about it.

“I was planning to pour everything out to the Demon King, but I was really arrogant.”

Clearly, swordsmanship will become a consumable item against strong opponents, including First.

Once used, it cannot be undone.

We must win now, even if it means pouring out all the famous swords we have.

“Your will, I will use it here. Lord Felheim Senova.”

Esmeralda placed the broken Holy Sword, which was in a state of self-repair, back in its scabbard and picked up the rapier that Felheim Senova had left behind.

The moment you change your sword, not only your posture but even the atmosphere changes.

Around her, swords and other weapons began to float and move as if threatening the First.

“Ugh!”

A stab of conversion.

That day, the straight road that the old man I saw under the castle wall had pioneered with his blood.

Pierces. Breaks down the opponent’s defense by attacking only one point.

Yeah, that’s… … .

“how……?”

First is blood flow even pierces the blood curtain created by blood flow manipulation.

It is a curtain erected based on Esmeralda’s power. Therefore, it can be easily pierced by attacks condensed through points rather than lines.

“Tsk.”

First, he kicked away Esmeralda’s rapier with his saw.

He was not happy about this situation, as he had originally planned to block the rapier with the curtain and then plunge the saw blade into Esmeralda’s torso.

But it doesn’t matter.

Clang!

Even the Holy Sword couldn’t stop the First Sword. What’s more, if it wasn’t even a longsword, but a rapier, it could easily be defeated by just striking the side.

It would be a simpler story if it were a finished saw blade rather than an unfinished sword.

The First once again broke Esmeralda’s means.

Felheim Senova, a veteran who guarded the front lines of the human world.

She walked the path of blood made by her colleagues and threw herself into paving the way for herself.

Her sword is the same.

“Your swordsmanship is terrible. First.”

Esmeralda let go of the handle of the rapier she was holding.

The path that Felheim Senova led.

He took up a new sword to follow that path.

“I guess you neglected your training because you have such great powers?”

This time, what I have in my hand is the Ice Sword refined by Glaciers Matap.

A strategic weapon created with great care to counter Garnet during the Legion Commander Five era.

The opponent does not use fireworks.

but…….

“Blood eventually freezes.”

It is a sword made by condensing cold air to even offset fear.

Freezing blood isn’t much of a problem.

Kwajangchangchang!

The curtain of blood spread by the First. He stabs the Ice Sword into the hole and draws a diagonal line.

The cold air seeps through the gaps in the already perforated curtain, freezing and breaking the remaining curtain.

A choice to cut down on his means, not on the first person.

If it’s the first, you can easily spread out a curtain like this, but you’ll end up wasting your blood.

Since the powerful means called Bloodline has already been used, the penalty due to the powerful power unique to vampires is bound to be noticeable.

Knowing that, Esmeralda decided to attack the entire curtain.

The hole she made could be filled with a drop of blood.

So, we decided to destroy the entire curtain made of blood.

Bam!

The masterpiece of the Glacia Magic Tower, which had been pushed to its limit with its freezing ability, cracked. It wasn’t because it was attacked by an opponent, but because its lifespan had ended.

But it was worth it.

puck!

Esmeralda immediately grabbed another weapon and dropped the magic sword of the Glacier Tower that was stuck to her hand, freezing it.

“Is that all you can laugh about?”

“That’s not all.”

All Esmeralda did was to remove a curtain from the First.

The First can immediately repair the curtain and even crush Esmeralda with just one hit.

It took me a while to use two weapons and attack the First’s curtain right away.

So the opportunity passes.

The First’s saw blade flies towards the nape of Esmeralda’s neck as she tries to tear off the magic sword attached to her hand.

As if a beast was trying to bite the back of his neck.

“Zhan Falun seal.”

But what was heard at that moment was not the sound of flesh being torn, but a firm voice and a refreshing fragrance wafting about.

Saint Irina’s sanctuary engulfs the First’s blood flow manipulation.

“what?!”

At that moment, the saw blade that seemed ready to rip Esmeralda’s neck off scatters into ordinary drops of blood.

A miracle of a saint who prevents all changes in the surrounding area.

First thought of Irina, who should have died long ago, and hurriedly turned his head to glare at her.

Because it was that shocking.

And the First was strong enough to do such things.

“Was the timing okay?”

“That was great, Irina.”

Empty eyes covered in blood.

She wasn’t looking in the direction where First and Esmeralda were.

It was impossible to block First’s attack in the first place. She had to pay a considerable price to make the impossible possible.

“Then this is it for me.”

“Okay! Now just trust me!”

Irina lost her eyesight as a result of drawing in too much light.

The price she paid for trying to use divine power beyond what she possessed.

In return, he went blind.

She is not the type of person who would sacrifice herself for others, but she is the one who can see the situation more objectively than anyone else. If Esmeralda doesn’t win here, everyone dies.

Not everyone on this battlefield, but everyone including the human world.

So, of course, he performed a miracle at the cost of his own eyes.

And in return for that miracle, he received another chance.

“Ugh!”

In Esmeralda’s hand was a single sword in a scabbard.

It’s not a very special thing, but it’s a symbol that shows something special.

Hurrah!

As the blade was slightly pulled out of its scabbard, a ghostly flame burst into flames.

The first wall Esmeralda faced and the one who left an indelible scar deep in her soul.

“I will take you to where you want to go.”

The life story of a warrior who wanted to prove himself to the point of ignoring even the orders of the Demon King to whom he was so loyal.

The essence of swordsmanship displayed by Legion Commander Eleven just before his death.

A demon emerges from its scabbard and flies towards First.

Did he realize the power contained within it? This time, First also opened the curtain again with a different expression on his face.

An attack that must be blocked even if it costs a large amount of blood.

I thought so and took action.

But he didn’t know.

The life that Legion Commander Eleven has walked is one of longing for the strong and the will to fight.

The wish of an aging old man who had to struggle to reach the sky that was never reachable.

Squeak!

I want to reach the unreachable.

That thought seeps in, completely ignoring the curtain that the First has drawn.

He tried to avoid it by fogging it up later, but First didn’t know.

That the attack can penetrate any means and attack you.

“Ugh!”

This time, it’s a definite hit.

Carves a wound that can lead to fatal injury.

First took a step back with a frown on his face.

Thud thud.

At the same time, the sword shatters completely in Esmeralda’s hand as she swings it, and falls to the floor.

Eleven’s swordsmanship, which could not be withstood by ordinary weapons, is satisfactory in that it was able to be unleashed even once.

Esmeralda immediately grabbed another weapon and began to press First with the remaining weapons.

“haha…….”

First burst into laughter.

What a miserable sight this is.

I couldn’t believe that a mere warrior had been pushed to this extent.

If it were him as usual, he would have killed me right away.

It was too much of a drain.

In the fight with Shiva, I had to unleash the Blood Stream and maintain the power of the Blood Stream against Robeno’s tantrum.

Eventually, there was no way to deal with Lacrima’s illusions, so he ended up blowing up the entire surrounding area.

He was forced to work hard from start to finish, and now he is being pushed around by the likes of Esmeralda.

That fact was funny.

Never before has a foe been so difficult to fight together.

Yes, he felt alone again. There was no one around him.

“The weak are throwing a tantrum.”

Still, I don’t admit it.

Their fighting spirit and cooperation are belittled as mere cowardice of the weak.

I can’t understand. I don’t understand. I don’t want to understand.

Although they were the first to express their feelings of anger, it was still impossible to understand their hearts.

And I hated that. It annoyed me.

“After all, it’s all about eating.”

The more they fight, the more their emotions become clear, but he still can’t understand.

After accepting that fact, I decided not to understand.