I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist - Chapter 161



161. The two protagonists (2)

Heads are on fire and hearts are hacked. The successive openings definitely put a strain on the body. My eyesight is dizzyingly spinning. Inside is a shake. To be honest, I’m used to it. The pain doesn’t go away even if you take a deep breath. The body is now no different from a bomb at the end of a lit fuse. I don’t even know how far the fuse is.

“How….”

The important thing is that the bomb won’t explode right now. And as long as the bomb doesn’t explode, I will have the upper hand over Arjen.

“What is a sword slave?”

Perhaps the blow was quite painful, Arjen’s brow was distorted. Don’t let your guard down. It’s not like you beat him just because you hit him properly.

“[…] Thank you for saying that.]”

The Holy Sword timidly expressed his gratitude. I was even more convinced by the Holy Sword’s words. Arjen, no matter how much he remembers the original work, he never even heard the voice of the Holy Sword himself, so he talked a lot about being a slave to the sword. I wanted to say that, but I spat it out in a moderately annoyed voice instead.

“Take good care of your sword and speak.”

Arjen held his sword upside down and glared at me. Not a handful of light enters the eyes that are blacker than jet black.

“You, you- you have no idea what that sword is. Aren’t you afraid of the holy sword? Have you ever thought that it was strange?”

Arjen shook his head like a madman. There is no agitation. Still still, I sent a cool gaze to Arn.

“If you find out something, come and talk to me. Why did you suddenly turn a blind eye and cut dozens or hundreds of people to death? Answer, it’s a baby to eat. “

The words coming out of my mouth have become quite harsh. If a person could be killed with just a glance, I would have killed him a hundred times more by now, starting from the moment I saw him.

“Why did you attack Daphne and Marianne? Why did you make Georg, your old colleague, like that? Who the hell is behind you?”

Every time I added more questions, my voice became inflamed. The sword came close to his uvula. An aura rose up and together they stamped Arjen down. Emotions changed the aura and the wind. Arjen twisted the corners of his mouth, enduring my pressure and murder. I haven’t been able to put the holy sword on that neck yet.

“Who is behind me? Big. It sucks. Hey, who do you think needs direction to do that? Those things are just a combination of both. To get back what I’ve been robbed of? I don’t know what you are, but it doesn’t matter anyway.”

The one who hacked up Georg and left Daphne and Marianne in disrepair is a combination of both.

“To summon the real target.”

At the same time as he said that, Arjen pushed his holy sword aside and jumped forward. Just as the flesh of his loaded crossbow protrudes, a sword wrapped in a black aura extends out. However, he was not difficult to deal with. He read the trajectory by sight. I escaped the sharp death twisting like a snake by jumping over it.

“Tsk-!”

Arjen evaded my attack by rolling to his side. If he knew that my attack would never be directed at a private house, dodging would be a simple matter for Arjen. Arjen, who was on the wall, looked at me and raised one corner of his mouth. Agglutination. I couldn’t subdue Arjen by destroying houses, and Arjen couldn’t defeat me by force.

“Well, if you wield it like that, it will be difficult to catch me. It’s gone, hero.”

“You’re thinking about something wrong, Arjen.”

One step. From now on. Arjen can’t follow my movements. My grip gripped Arjen’s forearm. Arjen grabs his arm and twists it to get him out. It is an effortless craft.

“What power!”

I hear Arjen’s alarmed voice. He couldn’t tell when Arjen could hold on and when he couldn’t. Arjen hears and follows. Just throw it on the floor He couldn’t fully surrender his body, so his shock was not dispersed and he was stuck on Arjen’s back.

“Keah heh heh-!”

Arjen coughed up blood. He kicked it up again and grabbed it and pinned it to the floor. Drops of blood splattered. I could feel Arjen struggling and resisting. He didn’t care Because there’s really little left. I put Arjen on the floor again. However, this time the feeling of being plugged in was not the same as before.

“Because that dog-like bastard wants to see you now….”

The spirit rises. Arjen was not captured again. His one arm is anchored firmly with his sword driven into the ground. His eyes were burning with an unknown darkness. Something unknown, suddenly endowed Arjen with power.

“I’m not kidding.”

The sound was unusual. Arjen seemed to be twisting his grasped arm along with mine. He didn’t let go Arjen’s eyes met mine, and Arjen tightened his arm and twisted it. Aiming for that moment, I released Arjen’s arm without regret.

“Sir….”

Feet. Before I could hear the sound, I grabbed Arjen and flew up. It was burdensome to use wings, but I couldn’t fight any more within the royal capital. Outside the castle walls, he tried to drop Arjen on top of the tangled landscape of ridges. Arjen grabbed my arm and didn’t want to let go.

“You can’t hold it and try to drop it.”

The pulling force becomes stronger. The weight of the scale was not balanced, but it was slowly leaning towards Arjen. 9 To 1 to 8 to 2, 8 to 2 to 7 to 3. The pendulum of balance didn’t tip the scales any further there, but the number of 3 was not an irreversible gap for Arjen.

“What you were trying to do, be treated the same way.”

Arjen turned his body over. Arjen’s feet on my shoulder gave me a disturbing feeling. This baby, now I have completely broke my arm, and I am stimulating the floor. Can’t let go This time Arjen was clinging to my upper arm like a leech, trying not to fall off. In order not to suffer

“?!”

I pulled my arm and reached out. A leg about to dislocate my shoulder. My elbow rested on my lap. Technology? I’m not stupid either. As much as Arjen learned and returned from the original work, I also grew. You can read the actions and thoughts he intends to do.

“Why are you making such a surprised face?”

Bound. If you break my arm, I will turn your leg into a piece of meat that will only stick to your body. Negotiation materials are equal. And there was not much space left.

“Such a dog!”

Kwaaang-!!

An explosion blew the ground along with trees. A huge amount of silt rose up into the sky and then poured down the slopes as rain. The collision between me and Aren completely collapsed a ridge and collapsed. Eight. I checked the condition of my left arm. It was throbbing and tingling, but it wasn’t broken. What about Arjen? No, if I’m fine, of course the other side will be fine too.

“Two.”

Arjen spat frivolously. A clot of blood and dirt and sand protruded from Arjen’s mouth and fell to the ground.

“Good. I got it.”

In terms of technology, it’s a narrow 4-6. Of course, I’m 4. 7 To 3 in strength. That was the gap between me and Arjen. If Arjen was able to bridge the gap in power by using the possibility of 3 as a stepping stone, I was able to overcome the inferiority in technology with the difference in power.

“You’re not that retarded either. Fighting with your head, this is it. I thought I would just ignorantly press down with force.”

Pressing with force? That’s ridiculous. In all the battles I’ve had, I’ve never had the upper hand. Either by force or by skill. Even the first time I fought the talking spider, I had to be prepared for death. I’ve always been on the weak side.

Has it happened to the point of forgetting that fact, or is it just that?

Is it just someone acting while wearing Arjen’s mask?

“[You seem to have calmed down a bit.]”

It was only then that the Holy Sword’s voice came back. Was he not talking to me, or was he talking to me all the time and I didn’t hear him?

“[Didn’t talk to me. Talking to you would have only distracted you.]”

The Holy Sword answered my question with a voice mixed with a sigh.

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“[Now that guy is not normal. It looks like a mix of things. It seems that you have become a completely different being from the original mercenary.]”

“First of all, Arjen didn’t change like that after seeing something, right?”

“[Yeah. It seems that there is not only one spiritual being in that body.]”

Unpleasant feelings soared along with a strange sense of relief. If so, what is in that body, and what are the memories that it possesses? Why do you act as if you have the memories of the original?

“[You’d better not dwell on its existence for now, Illroy.]”

Yeah, I mean to think about defeating him first. Arjen was catching his breath and glaring at me. How he could kill me seemed to fill Arjen’s head right now. Is it the concern about the life he was embracing, or the direction. There is no such thing.

“I have a rough idea of how to deal with you.”

As Arjen said, he straightened up. He shouldn’t have been a guy with that much magical power originally, but he must have been assisted by that unknown thing. In fact, although he would not know what he was, he was not at all incapable of guessing what he was. Remnants of evil. No, that has already surpassed the remnant level.

“There will be no next time, champion.”

“Among those who were so shy, few people really win.”

Zeng-!! The blades collided. The splashing sparks were not red. Black and white mana scattered and spread like flower seeds. As the black and white things collided with each other, the magical power split into thousands of branches again.

Arjen’s body is getting stronger every minute. Every time the sword he wielded touched the Holy Sword, the feeling changed. It’s getting stronger. I thought as I glared at Arjen, whose eyes spilled light. The black light network drew a darker beam of light. That strength was not without cost.

Kaaang-!!

Sharp metallic. For the first time I was slightly pushed back. Arjen is not happy. He weighed the ever-changing balance of power and changed his tactics from time to time. Changes happen suddenly, and sometimes they don’t. What did not change was also a kind of change.

“….”

Read. Don’t try to force a counterattack, follow the speed and read the sword while matching the sword. I read the meaning of the blade and apply it to my sword. Okay. That sword still can’t invade me. As Arjen catches up with my strength, I will catch up with Arjen’s skill.

Bang-!! Bang-!!

A roar that could only be thought to be the sound of a cannon being fired rang through the forest. The monsters that approached out of curiosity were ground into pieces of meat, and what used to be a mountain was shattered with each collision and turned into a hill, mound, or flatland. Rocks flew It flew, disintegrated, exploded, and scattered.

I wasn’t impatient. Arjen’s expression showed impatience. His eyes seemed to be asking why. The speed at which I caught up with Arjen’s skills was much faster than Arjen’s power grew stronger. My eyes widened as I greeted the third opening. Swords, movement swords, magical Yoon Yong Sword. Now everything is visible and readable.

“[You’ve grown.]”

I’m still doing it in real time.

Bang-!!

Arjen gasped. The fight is getting closer to an equal number. It was clear that this was not what Arjen had hoped for. That dissatisfied expression was proving him. Arjen and I clashed without even hiding him. The two are pushed back the same distance and collide again.

One sword.

I swung my sword with my eyes wide open. For the first time, Arjen missed my move. The sword slanted past Arjen. Brushing means more than that in a battle of equal rank. Puts power on the wind And, the wind generated by the sword soon became the sword wind – sword strike.

“Not to the extent of knocking out stars.”

When I murmured,

Fuhuaak-!

A gale arose.