A fierce battle unfolds.
The battle between Jeomjeong and Elysia, who had lost one arm, began to spread coldly within the space where the Holy Sword was sleeping.
Elysia distorted the space around her, expanding it even further. To increase her usable resources, she began expanding the space where the Holy Sword slept to an incomparable extent.
Remove the wall.
-Quadduk...!
He breathed emotion into the armor on display and made it move like a puppet.
"Bring me that man's head."
Moderation also did not remain still.
He was expanding his discipline by drawing out black magic power, and was shooting out magic spheres while neutralizing Elysia's magic.
Ironically, the two men didn't move an inch from their spot, but the riot they created was reminiscent of a disaster.
All I could see now was one thing. Elysia's blue and black magic was drawing lines across the space, clearly defining its territory.
-Dismissed...
On the surface, the battle between the Apostle of Temperance and Elysia appeared to be evenly contested. Elysia distorted space to attack, while Temperance used discipline to render it nothing.
but.
“You’re using such a pointless trick…!”
"..."
"Ahahaha! Why are you so embarrassed to say that?"
"..."
"You have to be calm and restrained...!"
Elicia was laughing at moderation.
The situation was so intense that it was impossible to tell who had the upper hand, but Elicia's mouth held a constant smile. Conversely, a cold sweat was running down Jeongjeom's forehead.
With cold sweat dripping down his face, he spoke in a steady voice.
"Don't be mistaken, On-yu. If you draw out the power I saw, you will…."
"Me too."
Elysia began to draw out deep black magic, her blue eyes shining.
"I haven't even started yet."
-Saaaa ...
The space is filled with color.
The space was being torn and rebuilt repeatedly by the magical power that Elicia unleashed.
The white floor rippled like waves, creating a bottomless pit, and the walls of the ceiling also began to stretch out like giant awls above the head of the restraint, as if trying to grasp the sky.
Moderation clicked his tongue.
"Ugh..."
I had no idea Elysia's magic would be this powerful. She was a woman who lived alone. She was an apostle without an archbishop or followers.
Replenishing black magic would undoubtedly require a lot of manpower and complex procedures… . He couldn't figure out how he possessed inexhaustible magic.
A hypothesis suddenly popped into his mind. It was a hypothesis that even warlocks, no, ordinary people, would know.
-Black magic is different from magic.
-Depending on each person's desires and wants, the method of supplementation can be a bone-crushing effort or as easy as breathing.
Temperance gritted his teeth in satisfaction as he recalled the back of Elicia praying in the dark temple.
The reason On-yu kept praying... was not because he was mentally ill, but because he was gaining strength.
"Sss..."
The corners of Elicia's mouth went up.
Because the precepts of self-control were crumbling. Precepts that had never broken before were shaking. As if to prove it, the very ground where self-control had stood wriggled like slime touched by fire.
"Don't make me laugh!!!"
-Kwaaaang!!!!
Temperance's complexion gradually began to turn pale. He had never imagined cracks in the precepts, which had never been broken.
The strongest shield.
His restraint began to waver when he realized that the shield, which he had thought was impenetrable even to the sword of the empire, was being pierced by a mere woman.
Elicia sneered at the restraint.
"It's shaking."
"..."
"The precepts are shaking. Moderation."
"...Shut up. Onyu."
"If you let your guard down like that, you'll die."
There were more than a few things to worry about.
I had to avoid the gentle mental domination that permeated my emotions, and I also had to be careful of physical attacks that targeted my blind spots.
Besides, that guy.
"..."
The situation was tense, with the man silently watching her, not knowing when he might join in. The magical power she felt from him was on par with her own, perhaps even equal to the sword of the empire. Feeling the pressure of the unexpected appearance of a powerful figure, Jang-hyeom clenched her teeth and muttered softly to herself.
"I didn't want to use this magic..."
In an instant, the air around Temperance began to change. The magic circle of precepts that had filled the floor began to seep into Temperance's body, as if being sucked in. Simultaneously, black, turbulent walls began to fill all four sides of Temperance.
Temperance placed his hand on the black wall and spoke softly.
"You will regret it in hell. Gentle."
A black wall is placed on the body of moderation.
As if clad in armor, the precepts began to be applied to the body of the temperance practitioner. As countless spells and precepts covered his body, a black armor began to take hold.
As the black wall disappeared, a suit of armor and a black attitude that defied the laws of the world were seen in the hands of Temperance.
Yes, Taedo (太å).
A sword with an unusually long blade for a swordsman. The black blade, extended like a snake, blew a cold wind and began to wrap around the hand of the inspector.
Holding the sword that should have been held with both hands in one hand, Jeonjeon let out a faint sigh and said.
"No one has ever seen this weapon and survived."
"It's an honor... I'll be the first."
"How arrogant. Gentle."
"But, moderation. You know that weaponry eats away at your lifespan, right?"
“I know. I know…”
The moment a cold melody began to spread, Elysia began to transform the battlefield into a thin liquid.
"It's funny. The flies are thrashing around..."
-Kugugugugugugu...
"It's fun."
Elicia cut off the space as she looked at me.
"Saint."
"..."
"Leave this fight to me."
Elysia began to disappear, cutting off space with restraint.
I smiled bitterly as I watched Elicia and Temperance disappear into the distance.
The weapon of moderation is original.
Because I had to have two attitudes. The odds were already tilted toward Elysia.
*
I let out a hollow laugh as I looked at the holy sword with the Hand of Temperance attached to it.
"That's amazing."
The sight of the holy sword, which reminded me of the word "demon sword," made me chuckle. The holy sword was absorbing the black magic left in Temperance's hand.
The arm of temperance left on the hilt of the holy sword was losing moisture and withering like a mummy.
"At this point, it's not a holy sword, but a demon sword."
Soon, the arm of temperance lost its vitality and began to crumble like sand. After the arm of temperance, which had turned to white sand, disappeared, the holy sword remained in place, radiating a radiant light as if it had never indulged in dark magic.
"..."
I looked at Mikhail and smiled awkwardly.
"What do you think?"
"...yes?"
"Do you think you can pull it off?"
"ah..."
"One thing is certain."
-Whew.
I shook my head as I looked at the holy sword causing the black magic.
"I don't think I can catch it."
I have a feeling.
I had a gut feeling that the Holy Sword was rejecting me. Its fierce resistance, as if it wouldn't even allow me to approach, let alone gain the right to hold it, made me shake my head.
The only person who could draw the Holy Sword in this place was Mikhail.
"...gulp."
If you think about the novel, Mikhail could have drawn the Holy Sword.
In the novel, when Rowan and the Apostle were facing off, Mikhail ran desperately to find the Holy Sword at Rowan's order.
-Don't worry about this, just find the holy sword.
-but...!
-It's an order. If we retreat here without achieving anything, it will be a bigger problem.
-...Please hold on a little longer.
In the novel, he was able to find the holy sword in this way and help Rowan escape the temple safely.
Qualifications to hold the Holy Sword.
brave.
And a person with a pure heart.
Considering the Holy Sword, which holds such a dear heart, Mikhail's qualifications were more than sufficient, they were exceedingly high. One thing that bothers me is that my existence was included in the journey thus far.
"..."
The country was worried because it didn't know how the variables would work.
still.
"Would you like to try to catch it?"
The result didn't change, so it was worth a try.
Michael glanced at me and nodded. I wiggled my eyebrows as he reached out for the Holy Sword without hesitation.
"Would you please correct me?"
"yes."
"Isn't it scary? I saw a person's hand being cut off."
"yes."
"yes?"
"Because Ricardo said he could pick it."
"..."
"Honestly, it's a lie to say I'm not scared, but still..."
-Snap.
"Because Ricardo is smarter than an idiot like me..."
"..."
"I trust my friend."
Mikhail closed his eyes and grasped the holy sword. He felt a tingling sensation at his fingertips, and he felt the harmony of his own magic and the sword's magic.
I was amazed at the warmth of the holy sword, which was blending so neatly as if it had originally been one body.
but.
-Dismissal.
"uh...!"
The Holy Sword was not such a gentle guy.
It is visible.
The pure holy sword writhed as if it had discovered a single blemish. The purifying magic began to create friction, and at the same time, Mikhail's brow furrowed.
"...!"
Startled, I called out to Mikhail and told him to take his hands off the Holy Sword right now.
"Miss Misa!"
"..."
"Miss Misa...!"
A cold sweat began to trickle down Mikhail's forehead. I gritted my teeth at the sight of him convulsing as if he hadn't heard me calling him.
'Where did it go wrong?'
It's a confirmed fact that Mikhail is the owner of the Holy Sword... but where on earth did it all go wrong?
It is true that Mikhail is a good person.
Although the story flowed differently from the novel, looking back at her character and actions, there was no reason for the Holy Sword to reject her.
Clearly another reason.
The reason this situation happened wasn't because of Mikhail or me, but because of factors originating from others...
'ah...'
no way.
Because of the black magic of moderation...
-These words were written in ancient documents.
-If an unqualified person holds the holy sword, he or she will suffer great pain.
-If you endure the pain and hold the sword to the end with wickedness and arrogance, the evil spirit that is suppressing the holy sword will awaken.
-This is destruction.
I grabbed the holy sword, reminded of the restraint I had mentioned belatedly. Mikhail, in his current state, would be incapable of handling the restraint's magic alone.
The aura of the holy sword, which may have lain dormant for hundreds, if not thousands, of years, would have been refined and tranquil. However, if it had absorbed the aura of restraint, it was quite possible that it would provoke a backlash during its transformation.
then.
This could mean that the Holy Sword's current state is overloaded, and that Mikhail must retain the magic of restraint that the Holy Sword has transformed him into.
If you think about the worst case scenario.
The being called 'Destruction', who was holding down the Holy Sword, could have been a being that was yearning for black magic in order to find a stronger black magic.
Confused by the information that wasn't even in the novel, he quickly grabbed the holy sword and applied strength.
and.
'It's not a holy sword...?'
I realized that something underneath the Holy Sword, rather than the Holy Sword itself, was consuming magical power.
Something huge and explosive was seeking great power through the Holy Sword.
'...'
Absorbing.
A man seeking more powerful black magic was craving the holy sword as a medium. While the sword we held was indeed the holy sword, beneath our feet, we sensed a man awakened from his slumber, having tasted the black magic of restraint, struggling to overcome the sword's limitations.
It's a mistake.
My mistake for not thinking about variables.
I felt the strength drain from my body. My mind felt distant, and I could feel the remaining magical power being sucked away.
It feels certain.
The friction between the holy sword and the non-holy sword.
-Saaaah.
-Kagagagagak...
My ears start to ring.
and.
"Oh... this is a big problem."
The temple began to darken.
The once pure white temple gradually darkened and began to lose its light. Only the area surrounding the holy sword retained its pure white glow, while the rest was shrouded in darkness.
It was a potentially dangerous situation, but if I let go, Mikhail's mind could be in danger of collapsing. His magical circuits might be shattered, irretrievably.
Let's think of a way.
Protect the holy sword.
A way to protect Mikhail.
'I remembered...'
-The saintess has a strong affinity for black magic. Honestly, I think it's amazing that the saint was able to withstand black magic that could damage her body.
-...Why do you call her a saint, Mr. Hans?
-From the perspective of a black magician, the princess.
-...
-Because it surpasses the saint.
[Removes Black Magic Resistance Lv.5.]
I thought of the lingering scent of the dark magic within me. Thinking back to the time when I had been hit by the young lady's dark magic, I instantly released the dark magic I had been suppressing.
As the massive black magic began to dissipate through the holy sword, the lingering scent of the black magic within my body began to completely disappear.
Yeah, black magic.
As the resistance was lifted, the black magic that had been suppressed began to drain away.
The black magic that was blocking the magical blood.
Now it was disappearing to the point where it was no longer necessary.
It's energizing.
A pure and clean magic that was so unimaginable that I couldn't even imagine my previous self was flowing through my entire body, almost crushing the blood in my entire body.
but.
I had to pull out the holy sword.
So that this magic power won't be stolen by that guy who longs for it.
We needed enough time for Mikhail to regain consciousness and draw the Holy Sword.
Because I couldn't move right now because I had to suppress the guy below me.
But, with a body that couldn't even lift a finger, there was no way to make Mikhail draw the holy sword.
As complex thoughts began to flood my mind.
"Stop it!"
The savior has appeared.
"Don't steal my coma... huh...?"
I smiled as I looked at Shuen, who had a talisman hanging from her body.
"Wow... Nice timing."
Shuen smiled with a stupid expression.
"Hehehe!"