Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 498
[498[Tuesday] Violence with a reason
The moment the sword slipped out of the scabbard without permission, what I felt was the sensation of both magical power and divine power being sucked out. Because of that, at first, I thought my heart sank because I thought that another effect had been triggered belatedly by the magic tool made from the remnants of the evil spirit..
If the sword that flew out from the hilt had not broken into pieces and stuck to the statue like a piece of metal attached to a magnet, I would have jumped away and protected the saint first..
"Yo, warrior? this..."
"I'll tell you in advance, I didn't do it.."
The moment I thought about cutting off the magic and sacred power flowing in, what came to mind was a memory related to the sword fragment that returned in autonomous flight from the Demon King's camp to where our allies were..
While I was looking at him nervously for a while, wondering if he might show me something this time, Saint Deoni spoke first with a strange expression on her face..
"...Nothing happens?"
"...Iknow, right."
There is nothing better than making people walk on a tightrope. It didn't destroy the statue, it didn't change my divine power, and it didn't increase the magic and divine power flowing from me..
"This is crazy."
It didn't take long for me to realize that my sword was only doing this on its own, which was no different from a pervert biting his body against a stone statue. And it was a very unpleasant experience.
"Now they're doing this and they're even using their swords.."
Did you know that the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment? When I nervously forcibly cut off the magic and divine power, the sword that was buzzing while attached to the statue soon fell like a cicada that had reached the end of its life..
Did you pick up something strange somewhere, eat it, and then the real taste is gone? When I grabbed the handle of the sword, it hummed as if it was rebelling and tried to move towards the statue. It was so absurd that I unconsciously struck the blade attached to the hilt with my fist, and the humming sound changed..
-Ugh! Ugh!
I should say that what used to be periodic at short intervals changed into something strangely stretching, but I thought this was exactly what it would feel like to say that the sword was dragging, so I was once again left dumbfounded..
"Now, just wait a moment, warrior! Maybe this is a revelation?"
"Listen to this humming sound, saint. Do you feel like you're starting to droop like a fussy little kid who's been deprived of food? Epacah is not the one to give such revelations...."
"yes? Sound??"
After speaking, the expressions of the saint and the others who were listening to the story suddenly changed..
I can't hear this?
"Can't you hear this now??"
"...I can't hear anything."
Just in case, I glanced at the heresy judges behind me, but they all just shook their heads..
-Wooooow! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
Meanwhile, the sound from the sword in my hand grew louder, and I opened my mouth with difficulty, holding back the urge to swat my face..
"It's going to spin, really.."
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Because we moved early in the morning, the surrounding area, which was still bluish, began to gradually brighten with the morning sun, but we were frozen in front of the statue..
Of course, the reason is because of the demon king's magic tools that are embedded in the statue and my sword that reacts to them..
"I think there must be a good reason for the Holy Sword's reaction.."
As soon as the Holy Sword heard the saintess's words, the Holy Sword, which had been humming as if it was dragging just a moment ago, hummed at short intervals as if it were honey. It's like, 'Look! That's a normal reaction!' He seemed like a child throwing a tantrum, so I gave him another slap without realizing it, and he started yelling again..
Then the others flinched as if they had seen someone treating a relic unfairly, and I had to sigh deeply and put into words the hypothesis I thought was as valid as possible..
"Maybe it's just that it's considered a holy sword because of its enormous sacred power, and it may just be a half-baked holy sword that has no connection to Epagar's will.."
"Didn’t you guess that the divine punishment was delivered through that sword??"
"That's right... but this is not the way to do it..."
The sword hums again. It's so unusual that I don't understand how he was able to stay calm until now..
It became really clear that it was an ego sword. It's also an ego sword that summons many fists.
"Even if it is not a holy sword, the power to absorb the remnants of evil spirits and turn them into your own will definitely be of great help. Wouldn't it be better to let the sword absorb that hideous thing rather than leave it alone??"
Whether or not they knew how I felt looking at such a sword, the saint and the Heresy Judges were very active and passionate in their efforts to destroy the magic tool containing the power of the evil spirit..
It's not that I don't understand their attitude. To put something like that on your statue, your teabagging skills must be at a high level. Normally, I would have stepped in first and tried to split the magic tool..
There is only one reason to worry. In order to use the power of a dead evil god, the devil's army even robbed the holy relics of a living god and created something like that through extreme modifications..
By destroying this, we needlessly raise their awareness and spur technological development.?
As a result, wouldn't this lead to a situation where a larger mass-produced threat is poured into those who cannot handle even the Unlucky Hulk beyond the castle walls??
"By destroying this, the Demon Lord's army may feel threatened.."
It was a problem that could not be answered by thinking about it alone, so the moment I tried to speak frankly, the saint nodded and answered..
"yes. As a result, such monstrosities may be created in a more evil and insidious form. Based on that, we may face a bigger threat than those terrible evil species.."
It was as if he could see right through my worries. As I looked at this in surprise, the saint smiled slightly and spoke firmly..
"But that danger does not go away just because you leave that monstrosity unattended. In fact, it may create a more dangerous situation for apostates to retrieve it. Who knows, maybe destroying that thing will disrupt the devil's army's plans? If both are dangerous anyway, I think it would be more helpful to make a choice that can increase the hero's strength as I said at the beginning.."
I couldn't refute it because it seemed like every word was correct. Then, the sword that had been dragging its feet became irritated again and began to cry at short intervals..
I didn't like that, so I got up from my seat and gripped it once more. I slammed the sword I was squeezing into the floor again and struck the statue with my two fists filled with magical power..
Compared to when I destroyed the demon cub's altar, it wasn't difficult at all, but I felt twice as dirty. However, if you cut it with a sword and the magic tool splits, you may end up in trouble like the illusion wizard did..
In that case, it would have been better to break it to pieces and stop when the magic tool was visible. After silently destroying half of the statue, something made of a completely different material appeared..
"I guess this is it."
'Why on earth do you destroy it with your fists?' The people who were looking at me reacted to my words and approached me, and even the sword that had been stuck in the ground was pulled out and trembled arbitrarily and slowly flew away..
The magic tool, which looked like a sphere that looked like four fists put together with all kinds of shapes carved out of dark metal, did not show any signs of abnormality or become stronger just because it was exposed on the outside. Actually, the abnormal sign was my sword, which I like to eat..
"So... can I just bring the sword now??"
While I was trying to hold the sword that was about to attack me again and forcibly maintain its shape, I could only lightly shrug my shoulders and give a vague answer to the question the saintess asked..
"I can only hope that you will figure it out.."
When the magical power and divine power that had been binding it like shackles were removed, the sword broke into pieces and stuck to the sphere. I thought that was the end of it, but then, as if he was complaining about something, he started scratching the rest of the statue that was still attached to the magic tool with a sword piece..
Anyone who could see it was a signal to pull out the magic tool... but the more I looked at it, the more I felt like I was looking at Mesugaki, and the more I didn't want to do it for no reason..
"Hero, I think you want the magic tools to be fully revealed.."
"Grungbunndd..."
However, I felt like if I didn't do it, it would cause trouble to others, so I gritted my teeth and broke the pieces of the statue..
It was only after clinging to the magic tool that had completely revealed itself that the black robe stopped humming and began to glow softly with a light like your eyes. Unlike me, who felt uncomfortable at that, the others also looked at Epaga as his eyes. He knelt reverently and began to pray, saying it was a blessing..
I couldn't bear to agree with them this time, so I just stared at my sword for about a minute. The sound of something crunching was heard from inside, and then sword pieces fell down..
"Why does it work but I feel bad...?"
It wasn't that I lost my strength. Rather, it is emitting even stronger divine power as if trying to prove that what it absorbed was correct. The reason it fell on the remaining statue was simply because the magic tool turned into powder and crumbled..
"As expected, Epaga’s meaning is clear. Let's tour the city as best we can today and destroy all the abominations we can find.!"
Seeing the heretic judges sympathizing with the crying saint who was looking at the scene with admiration, I let out a silent sigh and put my hand on the handle of the sword I had run away from....
[What the saint said is right! Offer more as a tribute! This holy sword body is hungry!]
...A vicious little girl-like voice rang in my ears..
Without realizing it, I opened my eyes and looked around, but everyone was just happy and showed no other reaction. I looked at the sword, hoping it wasn't the case, but I could only hear a different sound coming from the sword, which was coming together on its own even though I wasn't told to do so..
[Why are you looking at me like that when you can't understand what I'm saying anyway? Quickly find a tribute, you useless master.!]
"fuck."
The sword that was fine turned into the damn Mesugaki Ego Sword..
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