I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist - I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist chapter 141

141. The sword that cuts the stars (3)

The light, smaller than a dot, shone like a falling comet.

The light of the beginning, or explosion. If all the light in the world was gathered and lit up on top of a candle, it would look like this. Even with your back turned, you can see the light, and if you are looking at the light, you will be overwhelmed. Not an explosive divergence, but a quiet and sublime manifestation as if it had been there from the beginning. While even the flow of time stopped, all the beings there recalled some premonition and turned their heads to look at the light.

“… What the hell did you do this time?”

Georg muttered to the light. The light was not blindly bright. But all senses were taken away. Like a candle lit in a cave where no light comes in. And the light is soft and warm. Like the warmth of a candle. But more than that, the light was far away. It’s not faint, but it’s far. It was bright no matter how far away it was, and it never got brighter no matter how close you got.

“Illroy.”

Isis looked blankly at Illroy with Georg. As if confronting a comet slicing through the sky and approaching from the west, Illroy appeared from the east wrapped in light. The light of protection that tries to embrace everything. Isis looked at the light and felt divinity. Her magical energy synchronized with Illroy’s light, and her heart thumped.

“Can you understand that change, Isis?”

At Georg’s trembling question, Isis shook her head slowly.

“No. I think it’s on a different level than just her magic power getting stronger. It’s worth the wait.”

“Every time I see it, I think, but that guy is strange. It only appears in moments of desperate need.”

Isis let out a laugh. The two turned their heads to follow the light that had begun to move.

The light seemed to move very slowly. Standing on the edge of the mountain, I take a step. What happened next was far beyond the understanding of Georg and Isis.

Keying.

A single ray of light cut through the monsters that covered the ridge in pitch black. A beat later, the remnants of light began to turn red. Just as blood oozes from cut skin, the mass death was accomplished like a single wound. The mountain was bleeding. The blood poured out like water overflowing in a bucket.

“… Crazy.”

Georg’s back trembled. For the first time today, the mountain exposed its skin. The monsters clinging to the castle fell one by one. A new goal was created. More than tens of thousands of remaining monsters formed a single line and began to rush towards the light.

In an instant, as if a solar eclipse had occurred, the light was covered by the shadows. Georg swallowed dryly, and Isis drew in a sharp breath. The soldiers behind him were agitated and could be heard groaning. Monsters piled up as if wrapped in a shell.

“No….”

“Hero!!”

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A desperate voice was heard. The soldiers clenched their hands in an attempt to catch the spark of hope. And, like a chrysalis splitting, cracks of light began to appear in the pile of monsters. The soldiers were delighted. Georg and Isis watched the blooming being with bated breath. The shell melted and the light reappeared.

“Ah… !”

I heard a united exclamation. It shone brighter than when it first appeared. It was a guide and an exit to drive away the darkness. The expanded light scattered fragments. Debris flew slowly like snowflakes and then slowly fell to the floor. Fragments of light and feathers emanated from the hero’s back.

“… Wing?”

Someone recognized him and muttered. Three pairs of wings awaken as if to embrace the world. Like a magnolia blooming at the end of winter, like that of a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, its wings were slowly unfolding. The hero slowly flapped his wings and rose to the surface. One by one, the devout among the soldiers knelt down on his knees. Isis bit his lip and put her hands together.

You. You who appeared in the world with the light of God.

“The world….”

“We….”

Save me.

—

The monster howled. What they felt was ominous. Like a dog barking while looking into the air, the monsters looked at the light all at once and let out tearing cries. Natalie likewise, half driven by instinct, threw back his head. It was the first light. The demons surrounding Natalie ran down the wall.

I felt a warm feeling. Natalie looked at the feathers that landed on his shoulder, then, very slowly, turned his eyes to the source of warmth.

“… Professor?”

Natalie’s lips quivered. Illroy suddenly appeared on top of the castle wall. For that moment, I looked up at him, forgetting that it was a battlefield and that death was beckoning right in front of me. The professor, or the hero, stood there with wings. The swords held in both hands were shining silver and white together.

“You fought well.”

The warrior’s voice rang strangely. Natalie’s voice wasn’t reaching her ears as a sound, it was echoing directly in her head. Natalie blankly received the hero’s gaze. It felt as if only they had fallen off the battlefield and entered the classroom. Natalie gave the hero an honest answer.

“… What else could I have done?”

At the student’s question, the hero returned to the professor’s face and slightly raised the corner of his mouth. The question itself seemed to be arrogant. He was once the one he had to kill. Did the hero just let that fact go? Natalie couldn’t sense the hostility in her warrior’s eyes as he looked at her.

“I could have run away or joined that monster. If you are.”

“I can’t run away.”

Natalie frowned at the hero’s answer. The warrior did not say anything else. He just asked a question with a face that seemed to know it all.

“So, did you decide to live?”

The warrior’s question implied many questions. The hero’s eyes were bluish green. Natalie was the first to realize that. Existence is meaningless. Natalie thought so too of her own existence. But existence cannot remain meaningless. It was meaningless, so I was wandering around in search of meaning. For Natalie, the meaning of existence was warmth. The warmth of someone that a being born without anything felt for the first time.

“Yes.”

At Natalie’s reply, a satisfied smile appeared on Illroy’s face.

“Good job.”

Illroy nodded his head. The monster that was about to approach lost its shape and fell down the castle wall like dirty snow melting. When Illroy turned his back, the stopped time began to flow again. Spreading wings came into Natalie’s eyes. His back seemed wider than anyone else’s.

“You can live like that.”

The hero went down to the ground like that. The remaining monsters attacked Illroy all at once. Illroy raised the sword in his right hand and drew it down with a bell. Just as the blackout curtain cracked and the light was revealed, the group of monsters was divided. Illroy went that route. The monsters who couldn’t cut it off saw Illroy’s back and rushed after him, and his body scattered and died.

I was allowed to live by someone. Natalie let out a small breath and looked at Illroy as they walked away. He must have had something more to say, but he couldn’t think of it. Now I had to follow him and finish this battle. Natalie got up from her seat. And he put his feet towards the place where the hero had walked.

—

We must keep the momentum to move forward. The fight was already exhausting, and it wasn’t strange if the battle line collapsed at any moment. The one supporting that wire was the queen, Agnes.

“As long as I am there, I will not collapse. So get up and fight.”

The queen was not strong enough to speak kindly to those behind her. Her kind words were in vain faith, nothing more than bluffing. In that case, encouraging them to keep fighting was the way to save them.

“If looking at me is too much for you, look at the Grand Duke of the North.”

Quenore was a wall of no return. If Agnes was the support of the soldiers, Quenore was blocking the powerful monsters from approaching further. The monsters that could speak each approached them, talking about the collision of comets and the advent of something, and Quenore tried his best to get those words out of the way. However, the words of the monster endlessly assaulted Quenore’s ears, just like human words.

“Everything comes to an end. There is no reason to fear and resist.”

“Look at the light flying over there. Their apostle is coming.”

At times like that, I gripped the sword more firmly and swung it. The chattering monsters became quiet when Quenore’s sword passed by. It was the words of another monster that broke through the momentary silence. Quenor did not look away and swung his sword in the direction of his words.

“I’ll have to rip your mouth out first.”

Quenore’s treasured sword was firmly lodged in the werewolf’s mouth. Deep in the throat of the grunting werewolf, Quenor thrust his sword into it, then severed his head and pulled it out. Seeing the ghostly eyes of Quenore, the rushing monsters hesitated and hesitated.

“Attack them all at once. If only that person dies, there is no reason to be sluggishly attracted.”

The head entity of the monster said so. At that command, the monsters that were attacking the soldiers turned their backs and started flying towards Quenore. The mass offensive, which would not have had any meaning originally, further gnawed at the half-dead Quenore’s stamina. His minor wounds increased even more. His sword has not lost its sharpness, but his swing movement is sluggish.

Ugh.

A monster crashed into Quenore’s back. Quenore stumbled forward but did not fall to his knees. Agnes moved forward, brandishing her sword desperately to rescue Quenore from behind. The monster didn’t even give her her eyes.

“Duke!!”

The monsters piled up on top of Quenore. Ignoring Quenore’s sword attack, he threw his body, impeding his sword path and blocking his movement with a pile of flesh. Quenor shook his head, looking back at him for the first time since the fight started.

“Don’t come, Your Majesty.”

“Did you really say that!”

“We need to take care of the soldiers. Pay more attention to arranging the battle lines than me.”

Quenore’s voice was calm. He had lost much of his blood, and his skin, visible through his wounds and stains, was pale. But he didn’t look like he would fall. Even now, when he turned his head towards the queen, Quenor was killing monsters.

“Your Majesty. It’s not long before the end. You should regard my life as straw now.”

Pile up. Quenore looked like a man drowning in thin air. Quenore swung his work sword and cleared the way for Agnes. The Archduke really seemed to be willing to give up his life.

“Please, don’t give up until the end.”

Agnes gritted her teeth, and Quenore turned her back. It was time for a wall of monsters to rise between them again. All the monsters that were there collapsed. The blood flowing everywhere was not human. At the scene of death and salvation, Agnes froze while holding the sword.

And suddenly. A light appeared there.

“Both of you did really well.”

It was a nostalgic voice. The strength in Agnes’ body that had been forcibly holding on to her was released. Agnes fell forward and was wrapped in someone’s arm. Agnes blinked and looked at the face of the warrior who had embraced her.

“Illroy… ? Is it really Illroy?”

The silver warrior nodded with a smile on his lips.

“Yes, Your Majesty. I am right.”

“How… did you come all the way I’m not looking at anything wrong right now.”

Though Agnes thought, it wasn’t something she would have said. Illroy shook his head with a smirk. A little more strength went into his arms holding Agnes.

“It is not in vain. I am here.”

“… I see.”

Agnes was finally able to smile brightly when she reached out and touched Illroy’s face directly. Illroy lightly put the queen on the ground. Agnes hesitated and got up. Looking back, the hero was looking at Quenore. The Grand Duke, who had been prepared for death just a few minutes ago, looked at Illroy with a puzzled expression.

“This is true. Shame on you. To think I would owe my life to the same person twice.”

“No. I owe it. It’s like the Archduke saved the soldiers standing behind me.”

Illroy approached Quenor and held out his hand. Quenor shook his head as he looked at Illroy’s fingertips surrounded by the glow. I didn’t even have the strength to control his body properly, but for some reason I felt like I could get up and fight again and again if I held that hand.

“How… How are you!!”

The half-human, half-beast monster shouted as if spewing out a scream. Illroy looked at the monsters with uninspired eyes, then crossed the swords in his hands and raised them. He didn’t have enough monsters left to build a wall. Illroy stepped forward, leaving the two heroes behind.

“I waited a long time.”

Illroy’s voice was infinitely cold. He didn’t hesitate in his sword attack. The ancient monster resisted the vision that turned white and swung his arms and legs wildly. The limbs that had lost their owners wandered in the air without knowing that they had been severed, then fell to the floor.

Illroy took a deep breath. The last large army of monsters was in front of me. Beyond the large army of monsters, there was a comet that was gradually approaching.

“Go… I will.”

Illroy looked back at the voice he heard. Agnes’ eyes were shaking. Illroy smiled bitterly and affirmed the Queen’s words.

“I will be back, Your Majesty. It won’t take long.”

Agnes slightly frowned at him. There was a bit of grumpiness in her ruby-like eyes.

“I will take care of the rest. And to say one thing, I hate guys who don’t keep their promises. Know that.”

“… Will there be any?”

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As soon as he answered, the hero hid his new face. The moment Agnes felt his presence again was when the large army of monsters collapsed like burning leaves.

—

The last monster was pierced by the holy sword and added altitude to the mountain of corpses. I realized for the first time today whether the corpse piled up a mountain and the blood flowed down from there to form a stream was a sight that could really be seen.

Is it impossible? Otherwise, is this also a process of some kind?

I couldn’t feel my heart. He must have started tearing when the holy sword opened for the third time. Now that the opening has been completed and the heart has become rags, the aggregate of mana is barely continuing to run in the shell. You don’t know how much longer your heart can hold out. So, before this liver heart disappeared and I completely stopped moving, I had to get rid of the sixth plague.

“[…] What did i say Didn’t they say that if you go forward unprepared, you will be destroyed?]”

The Holy Sword’s voice was full of regret and regret. It’s ruin The pain of having your heart slowly tearing while you were alive was not a pain that a person could bear. I don’t know how many times I passed out and woke up. My mouth was chewed up and torn apart, and my throat burst and blood gushed out.

“If disaster can be prevented, it will be salvation, not destruction.”

Still, I have no regrets.

“[Don’t die, Illroy. You still have a lot of work left to do.]”

I nodded and looked up. A bloody comet drawing a spiral tail follows my gaze and falls from the sky like tears.

“Yes.”

I inhaled and exhaled. Yet, the heart is functioning.

“Not yet.”