Goblin Knight - Chapter 379



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EP.379 Pig Slaughter (Part 1)

“… … Huh, huh- ugh!!”

The moment I returned to reality, filled with the stench of blood under the bright moonlight.

Blanc was breathing heavily, like someone who had been submerged underwater for several minutes without moving.

A feeling of exhaustion and listlessness that I had never felt before enveloped my whole body. My heart was beating like crazy, desperately craving oxygen in my blood, and my head felt hot as if its body temperature control function had failed.

He was a master of forcibly destroying the opponent’s imagination when he was completely unprepared and of dealing with an image that was not even complete.

‘Goe, Goethe… …?’

Blanc checked his opponent’s condition even as he felt an unpleasant sweat pouring down his body.

I somehow managed to win, but I still didn’t know how my victory in my mind would affect reality.

And after a very short time, Blanc realized that his two swords had just cut through Goethe’s body.

As I experienced in my imagination… … .

‘… … No, the image is not the ability to create another space and move there, but the ability to force one’s inner self on the enemy.’

Neither the chains burning with blue flames, nor the hundreds of executioners wielding daggers, nor the holy fire burning his entire body… they were all that was thought to be Blanc’s existence.

Blanche, even though you may feel like you’ve been suddenly dragged to the Temple of the Executioners, the battle that took place there ultimately took place here.

‘The events that took place there, and the words exchanged, almost all took place in my mind.’

The sense that Goethe’s imagery had distorted was gradually returning. I was recalling exactly what had happened in reality, not in fantasy.

It felt like we had been fighting and arguing for quite some time, but in reality, only a split second had passed.

Perhaps to others… this battle would look like Goethe straining his eyes, then suddenly losing his composure and allowing Blanc to strike him dead.

If Blanc had surrendered in it, the result would have been Goethe suddenly stabbing Blanc in the heart.

‘Isn’t that what you call a technique to overcome overwhelming odds and achieve victory? That’s indeed the case, Ella.’

If Blanc had not known this concept beforehand, he would have lost his life fighting meaninglessly against the illusions of hundreds of executioners inside.

No matter how great an individual’s power is, if his perception is distorted, it is useless, and if his mind is broken, it is useless.

It was a battle that I learned a lot from, in that I was able to experience the truth firsthand… … .

‘… … But, is it an illusion to feel that there is something else beyond simply dealing with cognition and the mind?’

Just before dividing the final sum.

Beyond the image of Goethe collapsing under the pressure of the times, a faint starlight, as if I had seen it before, rose.

It was still so far away that it was impossible to reach, but it was so bright and splendid that it could not be confined to one’s mind. Was it really just a scene in one’s imagination?

If not, then that is, that is… … .

‘……no.’

After shaking his head to clear his mind and break his thoughts, Blanc turned his head away from the fallen Goethe.

The war wasn’t over yet… and he still had work to do.

“Hey, hey, Silver… Are you, are you kidding me?”

All the while Blanc and Goethe are engaged in a bloody fight.

A coward who only maintained his power for his own protection, and at the same time a fool who claimed to be the greatest contributor to Blanc’s victory.

Archbishop Ira muttered as he looked at the fallen silver executioner with shaking eyes in disbelief.

“Nonsense… That’s impossible. The power worked properly. He was going crazy. But, how… How did he defeat Silver in that state? Even if he was a bit weaker because of me… The situation was the same… …!”

“… … .”

“The gap you saw at the end also means that you used that image or something! If you had just used that, any monster would have fallen down one by one! But why did it turn out like this this time!? This doesn’t make any sense──!!”

“Ira.”

“Hee, eek!?”

Damn it.

I drag my staggering body, which is completely exhausted, and walk in the direction the bastard is talking while dragging the silver sword to the ground.

Just that alone made me feel dizzy. The aftereffects of the first image were apparently stronger than I thought.

“… … Ugh, ugh.”

“Hee… Ha? Ha, haha! You damn mongrel, you can’t even stand properly, and yet you’re getting treated like shit… …!”

“… … .”

“Pull, stay there for the rest of your life! No, a gun! There’s no way you can avoid this now! A gun, I mean, how can you… … .”

Well, still… … .

It was enough to grab a pig’s throat.

– Crunch!

“uh-”

Blanc, who was about to stumble and fall, was shot forward and stabbed the silver sword he was holding with both hands into the support with the sword upside down.

In this case, it was Archbishop Ira’s right hand trying to pick up the gun that had fallen on the floor.

“──Ah, aah! Aaaah! Kkaaaahhhhhh!!”

“A person who enjoyed the suffering of others so much… can’t even endure this much when it’s his turn?”

Blanc twisted his longsword as he looked at Ira with contempt, who was screaming while holding his right hand that was stuck to the floor.

There was a crack, a sound of the veins, muscles, and bones that had once made up his right hand coming together.

“It’s disgusting.”

“AAAAAHHHH!!”

Ira, who had been crying for her soul to leave, looked at Blanc with eyes that seemed as if they would turn white.

It was a face that still had venom left in it.

“Yes, you, you guys- Do you really think you’ll be okay after doing this!? You, you- You’re right now, making the situation worse for yourself!!”

“… … Huh?”

“Those, those monsters out there… Are they still running wild? Do you think that’ll be resolved if I, if I die!? I’m the only one who can release that anger!!”

“… … .”

“Oh, if you understand- Hand, hand… Hand… … !”

“That’s a lie.”

A little further away.

Nelivia, who had been catching her breath off his back since the end of the battle with Goethe, said:

“The negativity that filled the battlefield is disappearing. It must be an authority that has quite a strong influence on his mind.”

“… … S, stop talking nonsense, woman!”

“Don’t hesitate. You can kill me.”

“Shut your mouth──!!”

The moment Ira’s mouth was about to spit out a curse at Nelivia, Blanc’s eyes suddenly turned red, and he pulled out his longsword like lightning and stuck it in his still-good left hand.

No matter what, he was still under the influence of anger.

“Don’t move your dirty tongue at my Nellyvia, you piece of trash that deserves to be torn to pieces!!”

“Ahhh- Whaaa, ugh! Aaaahhhhhh!!”

“I won’t listen to you anymore! If death is your wish, I will grant it, but- along with the pain you deserve!!”

Blanc raised the silver sword high once more after twisting Ira’s left hand with the blade, making an unsightly hole in it.

This time, let’s give the villains the punishment they deserve.

To thrust a silver sword into that neck-

– Kang!

“… … Stop, stop… … .”

A single spear flew into the side of the raised silver sword.

In fact… that wasn’t enough to stop Blanc’s sword at all. The power contained in that spear was less than that of a rock thrown by a child.

But the reason Blanc stopped his hand for a moment was… because of a boredom that bordered on surprise.

“Goethe… … ?”

“… … .”

“Are you still trying to prevent the death of this wretch…? Is it because of the mission that the great law enjoined upon you?”

“… … .”

“Oh my… Oh my! If it wasn’t so before, I don’t know, but now I know your mind! I know what lies at the root of you! I know that you too are someone who pursues justice, even if it’s in a different direction than me, and I know that you are someone who constantly worries about whether your path is right!!”

“Ah, aah… … !”

“And yet, after seeing all the tragedy this piece of trash has caused – you still feel compelled to protect it? Do you still believe that protecting it will lead to the ‘greater good’?!”

Blanc asked, slowly thrusting his sword into Ira’s neck.

and…….

Even though my body was trembling as if I would collapse at any moment, I stood there leaning on a single, bare spear.

Goethe nodded calmly.

“… … Everything flows according to the will of the law.”

“You really──”

“I believe that the fact that we have to protect Archbishop Ira, that you came here… that we arrived… and that my mind was broken today, it is all for the greater good… of the melody.”

“──?”

“So, goblin.”

Beneath the blood-stained silver hair.

Goethe said with a serious look in his eyes.

“Okay, think about it.”

“what……?”

“Is that… ‘the best’?”