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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: TushChen
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The sight of a handsome young man spilling blood and transforming into an unrecognizable lump of meat was genuinely horrifying.
Moreover, the lump of meat even showed signs of struggling while letting out spine-chilling screams.
The banquet buzzing with absolute devotion towards the Platinum Princess quickly became chaotic.
Suitors tripped and stumbled as they fled.
The servants of the villa, who had been serving food until just moments ago, evacuated in a hurry.
“Princess!” knights drew their swords and burst through the door simultaneously.
Knight-General Cecilia and her elite knights guarded Elizaveta, who was seated at the head of the table.
“Escort Her Highness immediately!”
“It’s dangerous here! Quickly, to a safe hideout…!”
Holding a girl with green hair in her arms, Elizaveta witnessed the lump of meat wriggling relentlessly with a look of astonishment.
She then gazed at Edanant, who was confronting the lump of meat with trembling eyes.
Was that really Dagilec Branon?
There was not even a trace of the charming young man’s appearance.
The thought of having a normal conversation with such a monster until moments ago made her feel nauseous.
The knights who had been ordered to protect the princess roughly escorted her.
They showed evident signs of anxiety, worried that something might happen to the princess’s well-being.
Surrounded by a sturdy escort, Elizaveta reached out her hand to Edanant.
“Edanant!” she called out.
“I’m fine. I’ll dispose of the monster and join you,” he replied.
Elizaveta.
And Rue.
He sent his gratitude to them for willingly cooperating despite the risky plan.
Edanant, who had responded with a smile to the princess and the fairy, eventually gazed at the lump of meat.
He raised his gun again, aiming at the wriggling heretic. Even though he had definitely blown a hole in its head, the monster still spewed out endless vitality.
‘The numerous sorceries and blessings must have been tangled up and turned into a mess… How is it still alive? Are heretics who have received blessings from a forgotten god different after all? It’s even tougher than the Bomber Gale who had been resurrected as a monster.’
When the bullet fired from the muzzle struck the head,
There was a sound.
A metallic sound of hitting a hard substance.
Although its entire body had melted like wax, it had become as solid as steel. Edanant took note of that.
‘Hardening. Is that the ability of the blessing? This is troublesome.’
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the monster.
As if to prove its unique ability was hardening, which solidified its body, the monster’s flesh disguised as Dagilec Branon began to be covered in a gray-black metal.
Crunch, crunch!! Clang──!!!
This is getting annoying.
A heretic wielding hardening is quite troublesome.
The heretic, covered in gray-black metal, slowly rose to its feet, assuming a human form.
It rendered all the sorceries and blessings that had been ravaging its body useless due to the holy sword.
Edanant clicked his tongue and raised the holy sword Aldebaran.
“It’s definitely a heretic! Strike it down!” a knight shouted.
“I’ll behead it right away…!” another exclaimed.
As the door opened, knights clad in full armor rushed in.
They momentarily froze at the sight of the monster covered in metal.
However, the knights, regaining their composure, aimed their sharp blades and tried to confront the monster.
The plan had gone awry.
The knights were clearly instructed only to be on guard.
Edanant expressed his frustration at the knights’ actions, who had intruded without permission in an attempt to satisfy their ambition.
How did they plan to handle it by committing such a foolish act of arrogance?
Subjugating a heretic was a life-risking venture even for experienced senior knights.
-Graaaah!!
Reinforced with metal, the heretic kicked the ground and charged at the knights like a cannon.
In response, the knights swung their mana blades, trying to bisect the heretic.
However…
Clang!!
The mana blades shattered.
The gray-black metal emerged victorious in the collision.
The result was devastating.
The knights, who had been directly overpowered by the heretic boasting a terrifying pressure, were crushed like aluminum cans along with their full armor.
They rolled on the floor, screaming in agony, paying the price for their arrogance.
-What the hell are you? How did you see through my identity… How did you see through my perfect disguise?
Like nails scratching a chalkboard, a bizarre voice came from beyond the metal.
The heretic, no longer bothering to disguise itself, spoke to Edanant in its spine-chilling voice instead of Dagilec’s robust voice.
“I always feel nauseous. That’s why I instinctively recognize you guys who hide like rats,” Edanant replied.
……
A conversation filled with only hostility was futile.
There was no room for even a moment’s rest.
As if to prove that, Edanant and the heretic rushed at each other simultaneously.
‘Maximilian…! Lend me your swordsmanship like always!’
He swung the purple blade in a rapid succession like a whirlwind. The hero’s swordsmanship poured out numerous sword strikes as if it would tear apart the alloy at any moment.
With a fierce metallic sound, countless sword marks appeared on the heretic’s previously solid body.
However, that was it.
Although it left sword marks, it didn’t cut deep.
It was too solid.
Even using Maximilian’s swordsmanship, it couldn’t be penetrated.
It’s a futile struggle. Trying to bisect gray demon steel with mere swordsmanship.
If the creator of the swordsmanship had wielded it himself, he would have bisected the scoffing heretic.
However, Edanant’s swordsmanship was merely an imitation, so naturally, it didn’t reach the original level.
He knew that best himself.
He swung the sword, knowing it wouldn’t work.
Edanant intentionally attempted an attack that would end in vain.
The result of Edanant’s action, which he had deliberately tried despite knowing it would be ineffective, soon manifested.
-Kuaak! N-No way…!!
The heretic’s previously relaxed face instantly contorted.
As cracks formed between the gray-black metal, the holiness of the holy sword began to erode it.
The heretic, which had turned into a lump of meat due to the simultaneous destruction of sorceries and blessings, felt the chilling fear of death.
The holiness was penetrating.
It was trying to destroy the blessing of hardening that formed the armor.
It was indeed a terrifying attack.
For the heretic, the holiness of Aldebaran was no different from a pathogen that rotted its flesh.
But the same attack will only work once.
Thud-!
The metal protecting its body like an exoskeleton fell off.
It had displayed quick wit just before the holiness of Aldebaran reached its insides.
Like a cicada shedding its skin, it released the bio-armor eroded by the holiness.
As a result, the attack was completely nullified.
Now it’s done.
The holy sword Aldebaran was no longer a concern.
What remained was to use all its strength to turn the man in front of it into a pulp.
Having gained the upper hand, the heretic grinned with a fish-like smile and raised its arm covered in gray demon steel.
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It had rendered the holy sword Aldebaran’s eerie destructive ability useless.
It had definitely seized the momentum.
Now, the man was no different from being bare-handed and powerless.
What could a holy sword wielder do when the sacred sword was neutralized?
He was a weakling who revered the Earth mother.
The heretic was a worshiper of the true god, so there was bound to be a fundamental gap between them.
That’s why the heretic intended to prove it from now on.
-Kuaak!!
However,
Why on earth…
Why couldn’t it counterattack even for a moment?
The monster glared at Edanant, who had raised his gun while holding its tattered flesh together like a rag.
“What, I thought you were winning?” Edanant remarked, still showing a relaxed demeanor despite the momentum the heretic had been confident of turning in its favor.
Like a skilled hunter, he had fired bullets at the moment the heretic shed its bio-armor that had been eroded by the holy sword.
The bullets that left the muzzle accurately hit the bare flesh that had shed the bio-armor.
It was close to perfect accuracy.
The bullets never missed.
The heretic tried to block with its hands covered in bio-armor or dodge by creating distance. Still, the bullets tore through the unarmored flesh with a hit rate of one hundred percent.
Meiros began to feel the fear of death from the marksmanship that precisely aimed for its life.
“It’s easier to hunt a lump that has completely turned into a heretic than one that has only half-transformed. In that sense, you’re inferior to the Bomber,” Edanant said.
Shut up!
Inferior to a mere criminal?
It was humiliating.
It was no different from blasphemy trampling on its unwavering faith.
However, there was no way to retaliate at the moment.
Edanant’s combat sense, which perfectly dealt with variables, was close to perfection.
Instead, he even used the variables to his advantage. It was indeed a skill befitting the “Warmonger” who had sent countless heretics to hell.
Kuaaah!
The gouged-out left eye.
The tattered shoulders and sides.
The left arm, which had been shot multiple times, couldn’t even move properly.
At this rate, it would be defeated.
It would end in a miserable death without even being able to counterattack.
‘The incarnation of the god is not far away…! I can’t die before achieving the grand goal!! I must repay the blessing bestowed upon me by the holy god, so I need to quickly capture the Platinum Princess…’
Elizaveta, who had boldly volunteered herself as bait, was leaving the scene under the protection of Cecilia and the knights.
If the distance increased a bit more, even her presence would become undetectable.
It needed time to regenerate its body.
It also had to dispel the sorceries and blessings still raging inside its body.
Sensing the unfavorable situation, Meiros hastily turned around. Then, it smashed the thick wall with its fist covered in bio-armor, opening an escape route.
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Cool stuff bruh…