I Became a Porter for a Women-Only Party. 201

Chapter 201 – 201 – Everything That Happened That Day (2)

The moment the amethyst wooden spear pierced Evenna’s heart, Edin’s gaze wavered.

The legs retreat as if in a daze. The once strong balance of the upper body is shaken.

It didn’t bode well for everyone else. She was able to catch her breath by relying on Edin, who was pushing the demon lord from her battle line.

[Do you think you should have dealt with it instead?]

The figure, which could no longer be considered a creature of this world, glared at Edin with hundreds of eyes and sneered at her.

[Wouldn’t it have been better if you had taken his life?]

Those words seemed to have taken the last of my strength away. The first warrior eventually fell like a dam before a flood. The devil’s hideous flesh and piles of bones rained down on everyone behind him.

The forest guards were scared and attacked before they could even step back. The members of the unit whose ranks were broken were pushed by the mass and bounced around in a mess.

Nidrgar fell and caught the elves, nearly breaking his neck. Morgan Tomko, who narrowly escaped fatal injury by falling, took the evil role.

“Come to your senses, Edin! If you fall, we’ll all die!”

[For whom would it have endured those thousand years of horror? It’s obvious.]

“I… I am… Evenna…”

[You didn’t fight for everyone. Didn’t that moist and youthful ideal dry up and disappear as soon as the first few decades passed after setting foot in the world temple? You were only thinking about the woman who ran away and left her behind at the scene of the murder.]

Remorse overtakes the warrior. Morgan, feeling ominous, fired a bullet into the devil’s mouth.

But it was no use trying to shut either mouth. That guy had a lot of mouths.

[I know. Aren’t I you? Do not deny it.]

“I only have you… Even if the world falls apart…”

[And what are the results? Look at the world where everything you love has been destroyed and there is not even a trace left, just because of you. Look at this tragedy, where everything you were prepared to turn your back on collapsed as soon as you turned your back on it! You false savior,

Was it worth the sacrifice of a thousand years?]

Edin’s expression drained of confusion. Shingyoju Yeongrak, who was fighting next to him, felt gloomy.

Edin’s expression was falling apart, like a ruin with the lowest stone missing. Edin collapsed in despair and no longer looked alive.

Yeongrak judged calmly. The Demon King, who revealed his true colors, was a monster outside the standard. No matter how much they were cut, the writhing flesh that regenerated was tiring everyone.

Moreover, without Edin’s presence, even a match cannot be achieved. The scales of power are tipped. The enemy was not prepared to leave anyone in this hall alive except for Mitra.

Some people went crazy just by looking at that hideous image of the devil. Now that the figurative hell was striking both the front and rear ranks at the same time, it seemed that the only group that maintained some sense of reason and organizational power was Cheonmu Shinyo.

If so, how many people will be able to escape from hell alive…

“Master. Please give me an order.”

“···’Sohonjin’ unfolds.”

It depends on the struggle of Cheonmushinism.

Sohonjin is a fighting method that burns the soul to generate strength beyond its limit and aims to defeat a strong enemy that cannot be dealt with. Even within Cheonmushinism, which does not care about the means to the end, this is a taboo.

The faces of the agents darkened as they realized that the cult leader was prepared to sacrifice everyone. However, their loyalty to the religious leader and rigorous training had already established them in their respective positions.

Youngrak looked at the two daughters hanging down while holding Mithra’s limbs. If you have to leave the life and death of your daughters, who do not hurt your eyes, to chance, you should not hope to live as a father.

The master of Shingyo stood at the forefront of Sohonjin.

“We will hold him down as long as possible, and make sure that no one stands before us-“

“Hey.”

Someone stepped into the gap, regardless of the rules. The agents lost their concentration and panicked.

Even the Demon King stopped attacking and looked at his opponent with interest. A dwarf appeared with a stone club on his shoulder, and stood in front of Yeongrak, snorting.

Judging by his only white cloth attire, he is one of the adventurers who should have escaped and left this palace a while ago. Yeongrak could not understand what he was thinking when he came back.

The dwarf said something even more absurd.

“I’m involved too.”

“···What?”

“I cannot turn my back on the war as a king. It would be less shameful to tie my beard and hang myself on a tunnel light. I came back to that thought later.”

“···What are your aptitudes?”

The question was where to go for a subject that one has no aptitude for. However, the dwarf snorted at Yeongrak.

“He was a hero. But not only a hero can muster the courage to fight, right?”

“That’s right. But we’ll still die, right?”

The warrior king’s young human companion, while trembling, picked up the fallen spear and held it out forward. He must have been unfamiliar with spearmanship, and his posture was as if he were wielding a warrior’s sword.

The dwarven warrior king frowned.

“Don’t you have a lot of time to live when you’re young? Even if you don’t want to get involved.”

“Well, I think I need to give my scared lover time to escape. I was also worried about my friend who is short but has a lot of courage. Also.”

The ordinary boy, who had been a special-class hero until yesterday, smiled a clumsy smile thinly covering his fear.

Toward Edin, who was lying in pain behind Yeongnak.

“Here is a hero who fought for all of us, and if we think that we have turned our backs on him… I think we will regret it for the rest of our lives.”

Edin made eye contact with the boy. For a moment, a life-like light flashed through those unfocused, lifeless eyes.

A group of more people appeared behind the dwarf and the boy. Yeongrak sighed, feeling pain in his bones.

“Buying time for my lover to run away? It’s good to sell. I’m so sad about being single, this is it.”

Someone threw a sword and an ax with a bright blue blade. The warrior king and the boy who instantly accepted it expressed their gratitude.

The man who was an apt thief grinned.

“Don’t thank me. I just stole it from the elves’ armory.”

“How?”

“There is no lock in the world that I can’t pick. It’s the same even without the help of my thief aptitude.”

“···Ah, the guy who was apt to be a thief who was talking obscenities at a nearby table?”

The man, who was an apt thief, flinched at the boy’s accurate memory.

“···Do I need to speak loudly and unnecessarily?”

“If you’re going to criticize someone else’s promiscuity, why don’t you say it carefully, so they can’t be heard. I could hear you barking clearly even at our table, right?”

The former thief turned to the side at the sonorous voice and was shocked.

It was because a person who was never expected to return appeared here. He was the party leader of the ‘Rose Sword Dragon Society’.

“···Why are you here?”

“Why are you here?”

The two snobs asked each other the same question. And then I looked at the other snobs.

They have no aptitude. The combat power that can be expected will not even be half that of peacetime. Even if they ran away, the world would not blame them.

The man who had been a thief was in inner turmoil. Why?

What is the reason for going against the rule of not falling into trouble and returning to the battlefield with a slim chance of survival?

“I cannot die until I receive Edin’s autograph, and I will not let Edin die!

“Without my magic, I’m just an ordinary old man, but compared to someone who’s been a thousand years old…”

“A dwarf never forgets his debt.”

The thief realized this after seeing other people talking to Edin. And he also walked up and said something.

“···Hey, you’ve worked hard for a thousand years. Now it’s our turn to protect you.”

“Ha. I thought he was an unlucky person, but it looks like he had boyish sensibilities underneath that grumpy face.”

The woman of the Rose Sword Heroes’ Society was sarcastic. To the thief’s ears, accustomed to distinguishing between densities of ridicule, it did not sound like sincere mockery.

“I don’t want to hear you say you’re unlucky, especially since you’re about to run away.”

“What?”

“You don’t have the aptitude to be a warrior and have never fought. If you sprain your finger, don’t you cry and run away like girls do?”

“If you think you’re going to get kicked out later, get out now. Do you know how to fight someone who’s been a thief his whole life?”

“It’s a warrior’s party, so it’s probably better than a woman who throws a tea party. I learned a lot on the streets.”

“I’m proud.”

Such conversations were happening dozens and hundreds of times. The forest keepers and the Protestant agents were very embarrassed.

The Invincibles returned to fight and surrounded Edin. While holding up my weapon, which I had stolen from the elf’s armory, or had been confiscated and then managed to retrieve.

Edin gritted his teeth. He truly had a reason to fight.

Thanks to them, I was still able to salvage a ray of heat in the ashes-like interior where everything valuable had burned away.

He hit the ground in despair and tried to stand up again. His body, which had collapsed and crumbled, was alive again.

[You.]

Meanwhile, the Demon King closed his eyes and let out a small sigh.

[What do you think I am?]

Yeongrak also had similar feelings. He pulled out his hair and glared at the incompetent people around him.

“Bow!”

A multi-meter-tall scythe made of the demon king’s bones rose tall in the air. And it was swung at adventurers who had lost their aptitude.

The protestant’s method, which had not yet been completed, collapsed. The forest keeper, who was rearranging the display behind the adventurers, felt depressed seeing the adventurers suffering the same thing that had happened to them.

Experience saved everyone. Isn’t it an illusion to belong to a front-line party? Even without aptitude help, no one was hit by the first blow.  Those who fell down and rolled over looked at each other and smiled proudly.

And then he was swept away by the second blow that he was not prepared for.

[I am the final trial of being alive. It is a disaster that was born from the disaster that you covered and forgot about with the lid of Edin, and that will cover and suffocate your world!]

It would have to be said to be magnificent. The crowd who gained courage from each other’s courage was even beautiful in Edin’s eyes.

But it was formidable. There is a reason why the gods invented the gift of aptitude. In this world, there are trials that cannot be endured without aptitude.

And for such people, the aptitude of a warrior was born. Edin, who had barely escaped the second scythe blow in despair, fell as if his left arm was completely destroyed.

There will be many deaths in the third scytheing that will soon follow. There were many people who fell and were unable to get up again due to lack of strength.

And Sister Monica, desperately crawling among her patients, reciting her prayers while suppressing someone’s blood gushing like a fountain. As if she had not the slightest idea that her next scythe would sweep her away.

Or, as if you believe that someone will definitely prevent it.

Florica, pushed to her limit, gritted her teeth and stood up. And he wrapped the bandage tightly around Uja’s lighthouse. Her handleless knife mangled the leather of her palms, but she could still hold it and swing it a few more times.

‘Tan is dealing with God with the body of a porter.’

Florica imitated the defensive stance of Edin, who had miraculously let go of her scythe a moment ago.

‘I also have to overcome myself.’

“No.”

Someone grabbed Florica’s shoulder.

“Her arms a little higher. Her shoulders balanced. Furthermore, her legs a little wider apart.”

Isilun Sunstorm exemplified her stance by raising her champion sword. And she smiled faintly at Florica, who followed suit.

“And if you’re my younger sister. If that’s really the case… I can’t let you pretend to be cool. I’ll be your older sister by a few years.”

“···I guess so. Again…”

“When I get back home, I have a lot to teach you, including household swordsmanship and family traditions.”

The moment her scythe reached its peak, Ishilun smiled. And she shouted powerfully to Florica, who was in a mirror-like position.

“Let’s do it together, Florica! Let’s go see mom together!”

Florica’s hands tightened. The weight of the ensuing collision was terrifying. However, compared to what she had prepared, she was not as harsh.

Is it because Nidrogar used evil to support the two of them? No, that’s not all.

Florica and Isilun succeeded in deflecting the Demon King’s blow. The two warriors fell forward, sweating, and soon realized why the burden was less than they thought.

The third warrior, who had helped them with the same stance and took the blow, collapsed down next to them.

“···Okay. I have to go see my mom. I’ve never seen you before.”

Isilun clearly knew this voice. But she had never heard it in such a dull and serious tone.

Instead of Isilun, who was frozen in thought, Florica spoke happily.

“Adamantone?”

[You can hit it a hundred or a thousand times. Slowly bend and feel your limits.]

The Demon King growled. Despair flashed on the faces of Isilun and Florica, who were already exhausted.

However, Adamantone, who had taken off the forest keeper’s helmet, was the first to stand up and stand in the scytheing orbit. With empty hands.

His warrior’s sword, the half-lighthouse of Uza, flew away the moment it received the devil’s blow along with the two Sunstorms.

The blade that was left at the base was broken into pieces even worse than when I received my father’s sword strike.

Missing the hilt of the sword is clear evidence that he is less disciplined than those two. My wrist throbbed as if it had been broken, and the tendons in my fingers were tattered like broken strings.

Nui’s sentence that he was not qualified to participate in the special battlefield was certainly correct.

However.

‘Come back.’

Adamantone snapped his fingers. He was staring straight at the devil.

The Demon King sneered and scythed at the foolish hero who once tried to transform it into a tool of slaughter.

Adamanton just snapped his fingers.

‘It’s okay if you don’t come back. ‘I’m as good as dead anyway.’

His life had already been left behind in the forest where the rope hung. He felt breathtakingly liberated by the fact that Adamanton had nothing to fear.

If you think about it, all the cruelty, mistakes, and pretense that have made him cry so far may have been because his steps toward the right path were caught by that fear.

Just before pulling the adamantone while screaming to avoid it, Isilun and Florica saw something.

Hold. A rat was crawling down Adamantone’s right forearm. And it was being sucked into Adamantone’s palm as if possessed by something.

Adamantone smiled crookedly.

‘But you won’t let me die, will you?’

The Demon King paused. This is because a vague and suspicious tingling sensation passed through my body. It was different from the feeling of being stabbed by a warrior’s sword or an elf’s spear.

The Demon King, who soon realized the cause of the pain, shouted and stuck his finger into one of the numerous eyeballs. Soon the demon king took out one of his mice whole, holding its long tail in his fingertips.

The rat, whose body and front teeth were soaked in the devil’s blood, squeaks and struggles. The Demon King was furious and crushed it with his hand, but at that moment, the mouse melted like mercury and flowed to the floor.

The Demon King, as well as his adventurers and Edin, looked with wide eyes. The metal that had lost its shape as a rat and poured out like a liquid was soon climbing up Adamantone’s boots.

And then, before I knew it, it merged with the shape of the sword hilt held in Adamantone’s hand.

Florica’s lips were sweet.

“···Blooming?”

At that moment, Adamantone shook off his sister’s hand and ran.

Then, the broken and scattered fragments of the half lighthouse suddenly turned into the shape of a rat and ran between people’s feet.

The crowd was startled and embarrassed as they lifted their boots at the sound of a squeak coming from under their feet.

However, the one who was most embarrassed was the Demon King.

The Demon King lifted a pile of flesh and struck it down to crush the approaching Adamantone.

Adamantone, who remembered the time he was trapped in Magul’s trap while fighting Tan, was overcome with trauma and leaped with all his might. Fortunately, the Demon King’s appendages only pounded on the empty floor.

And then the incident happened. The rats running after Adamantone eagerly sank their teeth into the devil’s flesh like crazy creatures.

Writhing in pain, the Demon King pounded his appendages on the ground. And only after the rats, with their chubby bellies sticking out, were screaming and rolling on the floor, did I realize that this was the pain of having their inner flesh eaten.

While everyone was perplexed, Edin pursued this variable with calm eyes.

A herd of beasts, drunk with foolish hunger, was running after Adamantone. And somehow…

The number seemed to have increased.

————-

“My Uza lighthouse has also blossomed. In a quite unique way.”

“Is it real…?”

“What kind of ability was that? Ah, there you are. Let’s rest for a moment.”

A bowl of soup was delivered along with a voice announcing lunchtime.

Adamantone, stretched out on the hospital bed, smiled and accepted the spoon with his still good arm.

And I slowly began to eat my share of soup. Because I was wearing an uncomfortable cast, the pace was very leisurely.

I smiled and looked resentfully at the elf caregivers leaving. Then, I held my share of the spoon and said shakily.

“···You’re going to cut it off there?”

“The food is here. Don’t you have to eat lunch?”

“Keep talking while eating.”

“If it splashes, it’s dirty. You bastard.”

“···Garam, knock over the soup bowl!”

“Uh, uh! You won’t tell me!”