Chapter 475 – Protection of Evil
The conversation broke down by kicking the table.
Roman took distance by blocking his view and seeing Albireo’s lower body visible below.
The perfect distance. He pulls out his Rakshasa and attempts a surprise attack.
Kaang──!
Strange hand taste. The Rakshasa that was tracing a path bounced off with a hissing sound.
‘!’
A table that was cut in half, small items.
Only after they fell, banging loudly on the floor.
Albireo’s strange appearance caught my eye.
“It was indeed a surprise attack that had the rough smell of an adventurer. I like it because just dealing with him makes me feel like I’m intoxicated with cheap alcohol.”
“···.”
“That sword is especially amazing. A warlock who can’t get over the wall will be destroyed just by grazing it.”
Ignoring the judgmental tone, Roman moved his gaze.
Albireo’s right arm, which was covered with a flowing robe, was stained black, and he was holding a long sword.
Skin color isn’t the only issue. The appearance is also not simple.
Somehow, it is claimed to be a human arm, but the outer shell looks like a dried out old tree and the slightly shiny part looks like metal.
‘This is astounding… They use a sword and not black magic?’
Albireo must be a pure warlock without any impurities. That was the information Roman received from the intermediary.
However, what I felt after one collision was that his sword-handling skills were so extraordinary that they could be considered masters.
Pushing away the Rakshasa was not a coincidence, but an ideal hand technique to break the opponent’s momentum.
The fact that he confidently gave up a short distance from the beginning may have meant that he was confident before getting close like now.
‘If not…’
The worst possibility is that experiments using saints have already produced successful results.
To put it mildly, did he even train his sword for decades after being torn apart from his intermediary?
‘Anyway, the job is the same.’
Put off problems that cannot be solved even if you think about them. Roman let out a breath and sank his spirit to the bottom.
Squeak! He took Gleipnir out of the air and connected it to the tip of the Rakshasa.
“Have you even mastered magic to manipulate space? The more I see of you, the more I crave you.”
Albireo spied with interest the end of the chain that Roman pulled out.
‘There are many things we don’t know about each other.’
So how should we resolve the lingering questions?
Of course there is one way. All you have to do is experience and learn with your body as you have lived.
“Whoa…”
Roman held his center low and tensed his thighs.
I threw Gleipnir and pushed the sole of my foot without hesitation.
Thud! The floor broke a beat later with a ringing sound.
Roman, using a trick of throwing his chains forward, slipped and caught Albireo’s back.
Jjaeng ─!
Seeing Gleipnir, which was aiming for the elf’s face, bounce away, Roman aimed his Rakshasa from behind.
A stab aimed at the heart. Push in forcefully with both hands.
“He’s the fastest human I’ve ever seen.”
Albireo spun his handle around without even looking behind him.
I accurately blocked the flying cutting edge with the blade.
Roman widened the distance as soon as he retrieved Gleipnir.
‘What on earth is it?’
That is different from the feeling of simply being good at handling a sword and having good sense.
‘···.’
To bring out the thorn-like tickling and foreignness stuck in the throat.
Roman grabbed his weapon and rushed at Albireo again.
Kugugu──!!!
I swung without stopping.
Gleipnir flutters around in the laboratory, scratching the walls and crayfish fiercely.
The Rakshasa made a sword path without even having time to breathe.
‘What is this guy? Compared to swordsmanship, dexterity…’
In fact, even calling it clumsy has been given a high rating. Footwork that feels like it’s your first time fighting in close combat and breathing that doesn’t follow the strength and weakness.
Is that the only thing that offends the senses?
Unlike Roman, who taunts people from his fists to his feet when they get close, Albireo did not use anything other than the hand holding the sword.
‘It’s not about showing the difference in rank or humiliating someone. I really don’t know how to use this.’
Still, it was surprising that he was able to make up for all the shortcomings with just one sword move.
It was as if that right arm was a creature with a separate mind and will.
“Is the sense of urgency of sharing a sum right in front of your nose this kind of pleasure? The performance exceeded expectations.”
Seeing ─!
A deep slash penetrated Roman’s thick forearm.
He immediately takes out white flame and heals the wound. Albireo, who continued observing, spoke with admiration.
“It has a power that is somehow different from divine power.”
“···.”
“It’s a quick and excellent response, but the sword itself is a simple luxury item, so it won’t rot your body. I thought uncleanness wouldn’t be effective when you go around killing warlocks like catching rats.”
Roman didn’t come up with an answer.
He took his stance again.
‘That guy just said ‘performance’…’
Roman recalled what Albireo said and checked his body.
Although the blade penetrated quite deeply, the bleeding stopped immediately and there was no difficulty in moving my arm. This kind of injury is a good thing.
As a bloody ghost, my physical abilities are slowly increasing.
Boom! Roman kicked the ground.
The output based on bleeding is faster than just before.
His right arm caught Roman’s gaze faster than Albireo’s, and stabbed him with his sword.
Roman ignored that and just aimed his Rakshasa.
[Heart – Exorcism]
A light flashed in Albireo’s face.
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The right arm, feeling the energy of Rakshasa, retrieved the sword it had stabbed and immediately protected Albireo.
When Albireo, who had blocked the flying energy, opened his eyes.
His body had already destroyed the laboratory and was floating in the air. Below, I could see a pitch-black forest.
“Is it a full moon day? It looks great.”
Albireo raised the corners of his mouth at the sight that caught his eye. After dealing with Roman and inhaling Kilton’s vitality, he will feel amazing.
When did it come out?
I saw Roman, with his back against the bright moon, rushing towards me while throwing a chain.
That person’s dark red eyes make my skin feel numb.
Roman approaches as if kicking the air.
Jang! A firework exploded, and the human and elf fell into the forest.
Wow ───.
We pushed off the dirt floor and held each other’s balance.
The distance has widened considerably.
‘What a great human being. I want to at least dissect it without turning it over…’
Would high-ranking officials like Sadr have been able to withstand this man for even a minute? Even Albireo, who is stingy with praise, keeps acknowledging it.
If you were to fight honestly using only black magic, it would be hard to be sure you would win.
– ■■■, ■■.
Albireo straightened his back and sighed at the voice that penetrated his mind.
A picture of completely breaking away from the flow of battle. Roman frowned.
“Adventurer. Do you know about the great evil called Baal?”
It was out of the blue.
Albireo tapped his palm with the sword he was holding and asked a question.
Of course, I didn’t think there would be an answer, so I continued the conversation alone.
“He is a devil who has been obsessed with the sword for more than thousands of years, perhaps tens of thousands of years. He is the ultimate master and pinnacle of swordsmanship, second to none.”
– It’s a joke that isn’t even funny. A monster that is no better than a minnow dares to discuss the peak…!
I guess Musin just can’t bear those words. Before Roman could answer, a voice rang in his head.
Feeling the tickling sensation, Qin Roman glared at Albireo and opened her mouth.
“Is that arm given by Baal?”
“That’s the correct answer. It’s an amazing object that swings the best sword on its own without you having to do anything. This arm contains the essence of a distant time. As you can see, a mortal can never win.”
It was a ridiculous answer that made sense of everything that was lacking other than the dexterity.
“So why do you tell me that? Are you saying it sucks every time I get stabbed?”
“The choice of words is extreme. Well, I have no intention of doing that to Albireo.”
Someone else has that intention.
Could it be that the experiment using saints has already been successful? In Roman’s mind, the weight is leaning toward that assumption.
“I don’t know exactly what steps you have taken so far, but it seems like you are hated a lot by famous archvillains like Malphas and Naberius.”
Roman thought for a moment after hearing the awkward name. The answer came quickly.
‘I know Malphas, but Naberius… Was that Dullahan’s owner?’
Roman smiled without hiding it.
“I killed them because they attacked me, but they are hated for that…? It’s not like they even want to let it be known that they are the ones behind it. Those so-called great devils are so screwed up on the inside.”
Albireo showed neither positivity nor negation in Roman’s words. I just focused on the other voices I heard.
“That is why he dies here, oppressed by the power of the great devils. It is said to be the result of the rebellion of lower-class creatures shackled by lifespan and an example to the goddess.”
“Damn.”
“From the perspective of humans living on the continent, you are no different from a great man and a hero. To me, but also to the devils, such a person is a thorn in their eyes.”
I’m done with what I have to say.
Albireo’s right hand turned his sword once and aimed it at Roman.
With the momentum to continue again, Roman rushed in without hesitation.
Kuung─!
A leap that reduces the distance gained in one step. As soon as I blinked, Roman’s sword came right in front of me.
Albireo’s right arm drew a strange trajectory and pushed Roman away.
Kang! Kaang! The sound of metal resonates in the forest and makes the creatures that have settled in the land run wild.
A rough fight continues.
As the wounds on Roman’s body increase, the bloodletting reaches its highest level, but there is still not a single wound on Albireo’s body.
“As I said before, I don’t need to pay attention to the sword. So something like this is possible.”
The right arm perfectly blocks the barrage of slashes.
Albireo looked at Roman and leisurely opened his mouth and started chanting.
– Genealogy of disillusionment, lies and pain, six eyes, three heads breathing fire.
– Naberius’ molars.
Let’s block Roman’s incoming blade and avoid it by just a piece of paper.
Albireo pointed to Roman with his free left hand.
“It’s unfortunate, but the fun times are over.”
A huge awl erupts from the ground.
It got stuck in Roman’s abdomen.
“···!”
