I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist

160. The two protagonists (1)

What the Holy Sword seemed to be saying. But nothing came into my head. The streets were red. The smell rose from the blood that covered the buildings and roads. Human blood smelled pitiful. A smell that has gone so far that you can’t use your hands. The skin visible through the armor is pale. An organic death, similar to the white of a white egg, drained of blood. Through the gaping wounds, a stream of blood was constantly flowing.

“… I.”

I couldn’t find it. The dead opened their eyes so many times that they couldn’t close their eyes. There were gazes directed at me. These were the eyes of those who thought of me as hope. The eyes of the fish, as if they couldn’t think of anything right now, were looking at me.

“Hero.”

A soldier called me. His back had been cut off, leaving only his upper body in tatters. I trudged over and helped the soldier. The soldier’s words were not slurred. There was no sign of pain on his face. It just changed from the eyes that looked like they were just waiting for the darkness to come, to the expression that saw something light.

“Thank God. Still, get there before it’s too late.”

The soldier spoke clearly every word. No, I wanted to tell you that it was too late at least. The weight of the dying light was so heavy that I couldn’t open my mouth. Its weight was not one, but dozens or hundreds. It accumulates on the shoulders and head. I bowed my head. The soldier opened his mouth.

“Please stop that guy.”

“Okay.”

Hearing my voice, the light in the soldier’s eyes disappeared. The bloodied hand that was holding mine turned cold. I carefully put down the soldier’s corpse and stood up. There were so many corpses to hold hands, to mourn.

“I’m sorry.”

There was no time to stop and mourn them. I went on There is the sound of blood splattering in pools. Accelerated further. A sense of life and energy that directly touches the skin. The noise and presence of at least dozens of knights fighting at once. I grabbed the holy sword. As if Noul wanted to take out himself, he quietly exhaled an anticipation. Not yet. I touched the hilt of my sword and soothed the veil.

“Let’s go.”

I accelerated again. Leaving blood, death, and the living behind, I went. And at the end, I saw Arjen and Georg. Georg was cutting. Arjen was swinging his sword, dodging all of Georg’s attacks. The leg was cut off. The wounds did not overlap. The next attack on the fallen Georg was aimed at his neck.

“[Cruel bastard….]”

The Holy Sword muttered indignantly. I blew myself up without delay. Swinging the holy sword, he stopped Arjen’s sword. Arjen’s power pressed down on the holy sword. It was unbelievable how strong he was. Have to endure I endured, drawing on the power of the crown.

“….”

I met Georg’s eyes. I was losing consciousness. The blood loss seemed dangerous. The knights came running, grabbed Georg, and dragged him out. Arjen was still trying to hold down my sword.

“At last, you appeared.”

They made eye contact. His black eyes were stained with a strange light and glistened. In its depths, the possibility of dialogue as once seemed cut off. It is blocked by a wall, not a bar, and does not move. Arjen’s voice was heard again in the midst of the sensation of everything burning white.

“It’s been a while, hero.”

Kill him.

The momentarily raised magic power pushed back Arjen’s power. The sword bounced up. His body is empty In the gap, I stuck my foot. A heavy feeling touched my toes. The sensation of tearing flesh and crushing bones. I jumped after Arjen, who flew away as a dot.

“hahahaha. You’ve become a complete monster, hero.”

Arjen smiled at me from the air. Blood dripping from your mouth. Limbs that were exhausted and shaken off the shock. The sword is loose, but gripped as if it would never let go.

“It was quite a painful blow. It’s been quite a while since I’ve been hit.”

The thing that needs to be cut off is the leg, or the waist. At such a speed as to be unable to react at all-.

Zeng-!!!

Swords collided with swords. Arjen blocked my attack with one foot supporting the tip and holding the hilt with both hands. The aura that clung to the sword and body dispersed the impact of the sword attack. Arjen’s expression distorted after receiving the sword attack. Do not push The flight time is much better for me.

“-At least you fight smarter than Georg.”

Ankle. The sword grazed and failed to cut, leaving only a stab wound on his calf. Lack. It should be entangled. I entwined the blades to prevent Arjen from pulling it out. Knee. Press it as is I descended to the floor and slammed Arjen’s back into the ground. The road was torn apart and debris floated up.

“Isn’t it worth seeing him lose his temper and go wild?”

Amidst the sound of blade grinding, Arjen’s sneer was heard. It is Arjen’s leg that flies. It was the injured side. Do not avoid You shouldn’t keep your distance.

Puck.

I blocked Arjen’s right foot with my left hand. Arjen’s eyes grew irritated. His other foot rests under his neck. Suddenly, Arjen pulled out his sword and leaned it on the ground.

“Get away from me.”

As if jumping up a wall, his kicks bounced back Arjen, not me. In a split second, Arjen landed out of his gap. I measured the distance by eye. Arjen is swishing his shoulders. Silently, those eyes burning with mad rage and murderous intent stared at me. The intent to kill was nothing. Rather, that hostility was sweet.

“Did you come out to protect the world?”

Arjen opened his mouth. Eyes, gestures, and voice that seemed to know something.

“Or are you just acting like a slave to that sword?”

Arjen’s gaze turned to the holy sword. It is a movement full of confidence.

“Give me your sword. If you want to protect the world.”

“Your mind has changed, Arjen.”

I cut him off. There was no need to listen to what he was saying now. Drew magic Whether it’s heartache, I’ll put it all aside for now.

“I’ll catch you and make you tell me everything you saw and know.”

That guy is the main character. Not the Arjen of this world, but the Arjen of the ‘original’. A monster that won’t be much different in power from me now, who even defeated Comet. How did you come up with those memories? What happened next and why did you do this?

I have to find out, even if it means getting blood on my hands.

“It should come out like that.”

He struck the sword. You can’t force it blindly. He could have blown up the entire royal road, so he had to look at the game in a different way. Arjen was deliberately moving his steps towards the city center. So that I can’t use my power properly, it cleverly shifts its position and puts pressure on me.

“Why but? Couldn’t you swing your sword properly?”

That was the main character. Find a way to win by whatever means you can, and if it’s possible to win no matter how dirty it is, do it. A body covered with filth, even if one or two stains were added, it wouldn’t show.

“For reference, I will wield it regardless.”

Mercenaries. Those who leave only results and purpose. Arjen was seriously thinking of catching me now. No matter how many people in the royal capital die in the process, I will not raise an eyebrow. Maybe I was mistaken in thinking that he had changed a bit. Was the memory of the original work that strong?

“It must be tough to fight while blocking it, isn’t it?”

Suddenly, Georg’s expression came back to mind. I urgently followed Arjen’s movements. Arjen raised his sword, completely freeing his aura at his refusal. The place where the sword attack is headed is not me. The private house of the royal capital. Arjen lowered his sword without any intention to stop.

Bang-!!

The scribe of the Holy Sword, which returned in a spiral, met Arjen’s aura in the air and exploded. Recoil hit me like a wave, and Arjen looked at me with a smirk.

“You can swing your sword anywhere and the attack will hit, even if you received a gift.”

“Dirty bastard.”

“Where is war dirty and not dirty? There are only winners and losers.”

Step 3. In order to completely subdue Arjen, he must not save his strength. Remember the heartbeat The heart beats faster, and the spinning mana is concentrated.

“… ?”

It took. The circulation of magical power does not run smoothly. I tried to concentrate more, dumbfounded, but the mana was unable to form in the heart as if something had blocked her. It’s not pain. It wasn’t even about the body. Something, someone was holding it back so that the mana could not be turned smoothly.

“[Illroy.]”

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Only then did I hear the calm voice of the holy sword.

“[More than that is dangerous. I really can’t guarantee your safety. Body will break down If your body is broken this time, you may not be able to get it back.]”

“I can’t increase the number of victims more than this.”

“[Don’t you know that being knocked out in combat is the worst thing, Illroy.]”

The power of the holy sword was stubborn yet strong. You can’t lose here either. Even now, Arjen is swinging his sword in a difficult place to distract me. If you miss even one, you don’t know how many people will be sacrificed.

“[What are you doing?]”

“Persuasion.”

The swords collided, Arjen and I bounced off at the same time. I cleverly showed a gap and hesitated. Not a trap. It’s not even acting. Because this really was a gap created to stab me in the neck.

“[Illroy!]”

“If you can’t persuade with words, you have no choice but to force yourself.”

As expected, Arjen didn’t miss a chance. The sword of the bastard is approaching. I literally let go of both hands doing nothing. Arjen cautiously held out his sword, doubting the possibility of a trap, but soon after seeing that I was unable to respond, he raised one corner of his mouth.

Please. I believe in you.

“[Because you insist so much, you think I’ll listen-]”

Wheeik.

Arjen’s aura ripped through the air with a piercing sound-

Awesome-!!!

With a roar, Arjen was thrown away again. I exhaled, checking the wings growing on my back. The remaining mana after burning turned into white smoke and leaked out. Arjen looked at me as if he was taken aback by his unexpected counterattack, and I aimed my holy sword at Arjen.

“What is a sword slave?”

He’s sitting there talking funny.