I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist - Chapter 163



163. The two main characters (4)

A sword was also in the twisted hand of Arjen. It was the same shape as the sword I had in my hand, the Holy Sword. The original Arjen. Was the sword he summoned the one he was using? Before that thought continued, Arjen’s sword and the fake Arjen’s sword collided. There is no room for delay. I dug right into that gap.

Tung-!

The fake Arjen easily shook off Arjen and drew his sword at me. Trajectory. Even though it was aligned with my sword, it was subtly twisted. Perhaps that sword would wrap around my sword body like a snake, climb up, touch the hilt, and pull the sword out of my grip with the anti-elastic force. It was instinct to react after reading the sword doctor. I intertwined my sword at the same time. Fake Arjen’s holy sword and the blade of my holy sword intertwined with each other at the same time, kang-! It bounced off with a sharp metallic sound.

“Kuh-!”

As for strength, that side has the upper hand. I quickly identified him and straightened my posture. The skills are equal, but the other side still has the upper hand. Perhaps Arjen is in the same situation. Even though Arjen is strong, that side has already defeated several more calamities. It will be difficult for Arjen to gain the upper hand.

“Can I catch you?”

Arjen asked, frowning.

“I think that guy knows that too… , I will try.”

Faah-!

Accelerated. Mana is not felt. I can’t even feel my body properly. But all I could feel was the feel of the sword in my hand. What caught my eye was the movement of the fake Arjen, the tip of the sword, and the sword they drew as one. Can fit can follow If it’s not about cutting and killing, but simply holding on to it… Suffice. Possible.

Kaaang-!!

So, Susei (守勢). Block without advancing. I stepped up on the line so that the fake sword looked at my neck and aimed. I didn’t let it lie down. Little by little, I walked a tightrope as if I would give it to you and not give it to you. The fake glared at me ferociously. If he tried to come down on the blade, he even tried to throw the sword away and lose his balance. Of course, it was a situation where fakes couldn’t just try to knock me down.

“Good.”

Arjen’s voice. Then, the light in his eyes flashed and appeared from behind the fake’s back. At that moment, the fake kicked my sword face and moved his steps to the side. He spilled Fake glared at Arjen with eyes that could not see the whites at all, and he gnashed his teeth.

“You bastard!”

“I didn’t expect my voice to be so good.”

Arjen frowned slightly. The crossing of eyes was a moment, and the next was the sword. Arjen’s sword collided with the fake one. At the first exchange of moves, Arjen’s expression hardened, and the fake kept an angry expression. There was no need for Arjen to call me again. I entered without missing the widened distance.

The swords collide again. My sword held the fake sword from moving forward, and Arjen tried to forcefully squeeze in and create an opening. In the clear division of roles, the connection flowed smoothly, and there was no deviation from the sword path,

Kwaaang-!!

All of that didn’t work in front of the fake. I stepped back and caught my breath. Arn laughed and spat on the floor. It must have been an internal injury when he was beaten, and thick blood was mixed in his saliva. Arjen wiped his chin and glared at his fake eyes.

“That bastard is f*cking strong. Well, the tactic of attacking and knocking him down might not work.”

“I guess so.”

Of course. The protagonist who has reached the end of the original story. There is no one who can match the talent of the sword. In addition, now the power of evil spirits has been added. Can the gods of the past who only exist in the setting come back and catch them?

“I might have to change my mind a bit. Don’t bother assigning roles.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

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“Just. Move your body as you go. If it were you, you would be able to match my movements.”

“You know the stronger side is the one that matches, right?”

At my question, Arjen narrowed her brows as if she wanted to say something more, then turned her head to her interrupted fake voice.

“Look at you guys. To see him forcibly holding hands with someone he couldn’t cooperate with.”

The fake horse was full of anger. It wasn’t phlegm coming from his throat, it was a voice that made him believe that it was boiling lava. His hair was now flowing like a black mist, evaporating and melting over and over again. As if the shadow of the fog is slowly encroaching on the body, it is becoming darker and darker.

“Did you always have such a childish personality? I remember it wasn’t to that extent.”

It’s strong, but it’s a figure that can’t be called good looking even with empty words. Arjen narrowed her eyes delicately. How does it feel to watch another of her runaway herself?

“… Pretty embarrassing to see. By the way, what do you mean by that much?”

“Take some time to reflect.”

The fake Arn came running again. Her pace was different. Me and Arjen reacted to the attack by accelerating the accident in an instant. The slashes flew from both sides with almost no time difference. After briefly envisioning the future being cut by that, I drew two sword strikes.

“I can’t run away.”

I followed you. Perhaps to the fake Arjen, I seemed to be a bit more of a nuisance. Or did he still have the heart to convince Arjen? I clicked my tongue and took the sword. It was a bit difficult to keep up with the pace. None of my abilities were activated here.

“I’ll finish it quickly.”

“I could have cut myself to death a thousand times with words, you son of a b*tch.”

I really didn’t like the way he talked about it. So, I trusted my intuition and counterattacked. Combat experience? Sword skill? Right now, this fight is not decided there. Experience on the line. The experience of facing an opponent who is ridiculously stronger than me. I thought of a bear. Spiders, Werewolves, Trials of the Crown, Giants. I remembered all the people who could have taken my throat and my breath.

Quaaang-!

“It’s an arrogant sword.”

The fake was pushed back by my sword strike. The real ran towards the fake being pushed out. A faint voice came from Arjen passing by.

“It’s a subtle feeling since you’re so flattering.”

The crossover of attacks was done naturally, as if one person was wielding two swords. Just as I changed my strategy, Arjen also changed his method from attack-only and started attacking. His attack was blocked by the fake sword more easily than my attack.

“I am your future. I am you from another world. How did you think I couldn’t think of something you could think of?”

The fake laughed while blocking Arjen’s flat-slashing. His hair, which had become his fog, now wriggled and swayed like algae buried in the depths.

“You will know from the bottom of your heart. Didn’t you understand that something is wrong.”

I heard the fake whispering. Worried that I might be shaken by those words, I peeked at Arjen’s face, but it seemed that the thing I was worried about wouldn’t happen. It was because I could see the corners of Arjen’s mouth twisting to one side.

“You should know better that we are not the type to listen to anyone.”

Arjen aimed his sword. Then, he began to recite lines he had heard several times in the original work.

“Grace is doubled, vengeance is tenfold. Everything you said is wrong, only mine is right.”

Perhaps, I remember that these were the words she used to tell Arn when Carla was alive, as was her habit. When Arjen said that with the expression of someone who is burdened with her memory, she faked it.

“Did you forget this word when you had so many things in your head?”

“You… You dare say that….”

The fake eyes flickered for a moment, then returned again. Arjen’s fake sword rushed in without giving him a chance to think. Up, up and down again. Fake response slows down. Arjen dug into the gap that slowed him down. The fake sword flashed, and Arjen’s model became blurred.

Kang-!

Then, the two people who looked the same got entangled and began to exchange swords.

“Have you ever thought that there was something strange about your behavior?”

“Shut up! Even though you’ve seen everything, are you talking nonchalantly about the subject of sharing those memories, pretending not to know something? Are you really just saying that because you don’t want to hear it!”

Fuhuaak-!

A black wind rose. Arjen’s black hair was flying randomly.

“Even if the world perishes, even if you could stop him, and even if you could live a life that leaves you no regrets!”

“To be honest,”

Come running. A mess, the way Arjen himself fights best.

“I don’t know all of that.”

Kaaang-!

—

Above. Top right. This time on the top left.

Arjen’s eyes were constantly following the fake sword strike. Familiar trajectory. He was a swordsman who went a little further than the sword he handled, but it wasn’t a sword he couldn’t deal with at all.

‘Forward? No, it’s hard to break it from the front right now.’

Whiter, whiter. My eyesight and my mind are stained. Like this, how long had he been thinking of moving forward? He didn’t look back, he only dealt with the target in front of his eyes.

Kwaaang-!

“Keuu-!”

The power is different. Arjen grimaced at the pressure pushing him back. His hands were tingling. If it wasn’t for the decision to step back, it would have been crushed along with that sword attack. Hopped open his eyes He corrected his stance, let go of his arrogance, and admitted that I was weaker than my opponent.

‘… I must have learned a little from you.’

Arjen glanced at Illroy. During the battle, that warrior’s concentration was not disturbed even once. It was an obsession that even Arjen had to admit.

“Save the world.”

It was a dream. A dream that was only futile and grandiose. The mercenary, who had never experienced salvation, used to think so. The light he thought was salvation disappeared in an instant, and he had nothing left.

“Can I trust you a little?”

Arjen muttered and looked away. Another self in front of him. Arjen didn’t know whether to sympathize with him or hate him. Sure enough, the fake vented his anger at Arjen with a scratchy voice.

“That way, with your eyes. Don’t look at me.”

“Have you ever felt sorry for yourself?”

“Kill it, I will throw it away.”

Tsk.

The fake atmosphere has changed again. It seemed that the more I got angry, the weirder the situation became. You, me What were you so obsessed with? The fake sword was now so fast that it was blurry even in Arjen’s eyes. Arjen twisted the corner of his mouth as he blocked him.

“Are you exchanging power and memory?”

“Shut up.”

Kwaaang-!

I let go of the shock. The more power that monster has, the more gaps Arjen can dig into. Can move on Arjen’s sword touched the impostor, whose judgment was gradually blurring.

Pasuk.

There is a scar on the fake side. The fake got even more angry and roared and swung his sword, and Arjen skillfully avoided him. In between, he thrust his sword and cut. Shallow wounds healed immediately after being cut. Arjen frowned as he watched the scene.

‘However, I can’t do more than simply create scars.’

Should I go further? Are you willing to risk me dying here?

‘No.’

Arjen felt the presence of the hero, still focused and tense.

‘I’ll try believing this once.’

Arjen stepped his foot through the raging storm of blades.

—

Soon-.

With a familiar metallic sound, Arjen’s right arm was severed before his eyes. It was not surprising. Because I was already seeing what was going to happen next. It was only a question why Arjen made such a choice. He didn’t even have time to think about it.

Slowly.

With a sound like paper cutting, the fake arms fell down. Arjen turned to me and gave an unspoken signal, and as soon as I made eye contact with him, I fired a new type. Only one slash. In the world of images, I saw tens of thousands of scarecrows and fakes cut by my sword.

“Quite a bit- do it!”

Chow-!

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The slash cut the fake in half neatly and without fuss. I drew my sword and took a deep breath. Arjen came to the side and looked at the dead fake, split in half.

“… Well, it ended more futile than I thought.”

Arjen hacked up the dismembered corpse several more times as if his anger wasn’t resolved. I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the resentment. Arjen’s left arm was not regenerating even in the image world. From a certain moment, I was convinced that this place was by no means an ordinary world of images.

“Are your arms okay?”

“Okay. It’s probably really cut off. There will be no chance to reattach your right arm again.”

Arjen looked at his severed right arm. No blood was flowing.

“I think it was cheap in return.”

“… If Isis treats you, you’ll be fine.”

“Illroy.”

Arjen cut me off. That voice. A locked voice unique to a person who has already abandoned and given up many things. I bit my lip and tried to ignore Arjen’s words. The fact that that human being called my name properly for the first time was good now.

“I can’t go back to normal. Don’t you know that too?”

Arjen said something that didn’t suit him very calmly. Looking back at him, Arjen looked at me as if responding with an expressionless expression.

“Even if it’s not me, my body has already killed hundreds of people. Unlike you, who never killed a person, he was already making a living killing people before entering the warrior party. At that time, the number of beheaded will exceed thousands.”

Arjen was speaking calmly.

“… It means that you are not a person who can be saved.”

“What is that,”

Before I even asked if it was a sound, Arjen and I froze in place.

“■■■■.”

With an incomprehensible scream, the collapsed fake corpses began to gather together.