It’s a Magic Sword, but the Hero Is Obsessed With It - It’s a Magic Sword, but the Hero Is Obsessed With It chapter 171

171. The Will of the Continuing Fire

As a result of running through all the obstacles in our way, we succeeded in breaking through a distance that would normally take days in just a few hours. Did.

Originally, it would have taken a lot of time searching for a path in the forest and avoiding monsters, but could a hero need such a thing?

It’s good that you rushed through the flames and arrived at your destination like that.

[What kind of sh*t is this again?]

Of course, I expected that there would be a culprit behind this incident and that there would be a pulled out world tree, but it was unexpected to find fairies chained together like clams next to it.

Didn’t you kill them all? I don’t think the priest is going to play the role of an illegal merchant. But the noble fairies were alive, and at the same time being led like cattle.

They weren’t just fairies. Each one of them was a high elf, a superior species of fairies, and a forest keeper with the duty of protecting the world tree. In terms of human beings, they are almost equivalent to nobles.

Well, in the end, the thing that shows the most utility in another world is power, not authority. Because of that, Cream also decided to show those faithful ones the strength of a protected person instead of the authority of a warrior.

Quaaang-!

It was as if a meteorite had fallen. Like a phoenix egg, the divine power of the sun that enveloped her cream exploded the moment she landed on her ground, spreading all around her.

However, the actual power was not that strong compared to the terrifying effect. Of course, Cream was not a psychopath, so the power was lowered so that everyone would not be burned by the flames.

If there was one thing Cream didn’t expect, it was the priests’ thorough preparations. At the same time as the hostile power raged, the barrier of ice placed by the priests spread.

The cream, which deliberately weakened its power, stopped without being able to melt the ice crystal.

“Are they from the Sun Church? Heh, to show up in front of us alone. Foolish, but guts are good!”

But I’m a little pissed off. I frowned when I saw the young man in the barrier who began to brag about having blocked Cream’s attack once. That thinness is a good impression to beat.

Wasn’t it the young man who was beating the old fairy that was lying on the floor earlier? It seemed that a bad guy who was attacking the elderly rather than honoring them needed a sharp admonishment.

Fire rose from Cream’s clenched fist as she retracted the sword. The young man laughed at the dainty hand gesture.

“You don’t have the ability to learn. No matter how rampant you are, this barrier…”

Wow!

Before he could even finish his words, Cream’s fist shattered the ice barrier and entered. It’s not divine power, but it seems like he just smashed it with physical force.

“Learning, ability, what?”

“Hee, hee!”

Even her normally somewhat clumsy tone was cut short at this moment, so it sounded like she was intimidating her opponent even more. The priests hesitated at her approach, but that was only for a moment.

No, hasn’t Cream become famous enough to become famous now? As if not recognizing the notorious champion of peace, the priests still held their thorns of ice high with confused faces.

“Stay away, you monster!”

[There’s nothing I can’t say to a lady.]

With my sarcasm, the lady jumped up and delivered a disciplined rounds kick. In order for her sword to be created, her ice armor was shattered in vain, and a piece of her priestess collapsed.

A young man who seemed to be the leader of the priests who hadn’t collapsed hurriedly blocked our way. Why did you put so many tattoos around your stigma? As I stared at him in bewilderment, the young man began to exert his strength.

The blue light that started from the stigma follows the lines of the tattoo and fills it up, thereby amplifying the divine power of the moon emitted by the young man. Crystals clung to his body, forming the shape of his armor, and a sword made of ice was held in his hand.

He looks just like General Dong from the legend. However, since the young man’s body was visible through the transparent armor, his shallow appearance did not intimidate him at all.

“Go away, monster!”

Even before the blade of the sword was created, the young man hurriedly stabbed his weapon. His stance was sloppy, and his power was mediocre, but shards of crystal whirled along the path of the blade.

I don’t know why he pretends to be a warrior he can’t even get hit with, but the attack itself is fake. It won’t be difficult to block that swing, but even so, you’ll be torn to shreds by the crystal shards that follow.

If you are an ordinary person, of course.

“Huh?”

Cream reached out and grabbed his blade, neither slow nor fast. However, the young man showed a young expression of bewilderment and deok. The real attack is the follow-up that follows.

Shards of ice scattering from the broken blades pour down with the intent to kill. Cream ignored all of that. Her rank is equal to that of a saint.

Since she now protected herself with the flames of the sun, much less her, it was only natural that the dim light of the moon, far inferior to her in strength, could do her no harm.

“What…….”

The whirling crystal slash melted into snowflakes, and the blade shattered with a popping sound at Cream’s fingertips. Seeing the young man bewildered, Cream took a step forward, still holding on to the blade of the Unwoldo.

“Quaaagh!”

She then plunged the ice blade she was holding into the young man’s shoulder.

A fountain of blood welled up from his shoulder. Cream lightly kicked the young man in the chest, and as she slumped, she turned her gaze to the other stiff priests.

“More, do, will?”

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“So…”

Once the priest, who seemed to be the leader, fell, the others did not even try to resist any longer. Well, it was an overwhelming difference in power enough to break even that kind of heart.

After telling the fairies in the back to put down the world tree, we were listening to them all. The old fairy, who had been beaten up the first time I saw it, took the lead and continued the story.

The content was as seen. They are forest keepers protecting the saplings of the World Tree, and we saved them from being attacked and dragged away by the priests of the moon.

“That’s how it happened. I’m sorry to the guests, but I can’t move the space like this right now…”

[No, more than that.]

“What happened?”

[Have you seen us somewhere before?]

Somehow, I feel a sense of deja vu. Well, since I’m so old, I can’t tell them apart because they have similar impressions, but in the first place, the number of old fairies I met wasn’t that many.

“Isn’t that the fairy I met at the setting sun mountain range?”

“No, I don’t know what you mean.”

[I just shook my eyes, man.]

Yeah, I almost got cut into pretty star shapes while reaching out to us there. Maybe some of my co-workers weren’t really cut. Anyway, this yangban is very eventful.

At that time, the nobleman, who was so bubbly and powerful, changed a lot when I saw him again. His arrogant and disrespectful tone is still there, but his voice is low, so it feels pitiful rather than annoying like before.

[Come to think of it, what about your grandson?]

“Ah! Please······.”

The old forest keeper, who had muttered with eyes wide open without answering our questions properly, stood up suddenly at some point. His head moved busily to and fro as if searching for something.

Soon, the forest keeper ran after the fairy’s tail. What I felt from that position was another life reaction.

“Grandpa!”

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“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

I definitely remembered seeing that heartwarming figure. That’s for sure. In the end, he seemed to have chosen his family instead of his mission as a forest keeper.

‘Choose?’

‘Yes?’

‘Shouldn’t an apology be done at the cost of one’s life? You choose yourself Who should die?’

As I recalled my memories with him, I smiled. Still, the old forest keeper was lucky in many ways. Didn’t he protect as much as he loved his grandson in exchange for his colleague?

In addition, this place is physically far away from the Sunset Mountains. The fact that he has appeared here means that he is also maintaining his duties as a forest keeper. Surely he was lucky.

However, others won’t be so lucky.

[I can’t help it. It is the death penalty decision.]

I’m also curious about figuring out the context of why the sapling of the World Tree was attacked, but you can ask the captain about that. Do you really need to have multiple mouths?

A blade stuck in his shoulder by Cream. I looked at the young man who fainted from the pain, and then I turned to the other priests. Weaker, older, more obedient.

[Cream?]

“Yes.”

She never refused her request.

After the battle, I, who returned to my waistband, was pulled out again. There will be no pain. Maybe? However, it was clear that Cream’s blade was faster than they knew.

As if drawing with a single stroke, the lines drawn with the black sword embroidered the air without breaking. Heads caught in the path flew up as if they had been scytheed by a skilled farmer.

I don’t mean to kill all humans, so normally one or two of them might have survived, but… Now I’m a little hungry for people,

[Ha.]

Even the holy sword let out a short sigh and said nothing more. Bodies cut like straw tumbled, blood and entrails spattering, spirits forcibly dragged from the cuts and screaming.

The white spiritual power was soaked in the darkness and instantly turned into a muddy color. Soon, the ghostly souls were sucked into the swordsman with the final death sentence.

Mmm, yes. It tastes like this too Compared to cream blood, it tasted like garbage, but no matter how lightly licking the food, swallowing it whole in one bite was bound to give a different sense of satiety.

“Is it delicious?”

[Of course.]

Recently, I ate only monsters, so my stomach was bloated, but after all, I ate human souls, so it’s much better. A rich, emotional taste of despair that can’t even compare to that of a monster.

It is the taste of carbonic acid that fills the throat thickly. However, isn’t this enough? The hungry blade turned insatiably to another prey.

To the fairies, still chained, awaiting their fate like cattle to be slaughtered.

“No! Aren’t you trying to use the World Tree? If there are no high elves, saplings…”

[Ah.]

To-duk, to-duk.

[Speak a little earlier.]