293 - - the madness of a king

The long blade swept through the air in a beautiful semicircle.

The entangled roots were cut open, exposing a red section.

Next, boiling bodily fluids spurted out from the roots in a violent gush.

As Razzel bent down to avoid it, something long and thin came out from between the roots.

It is a thorn with a pointed tip like a cone.

The swordsman strikes the thorn with the belly of his sword and uses the recoil to gain distance.

Razzel lands on a safe patch of ice and looks up at the monster's huge frame as he regains his breath.

The area where he has just slashed is quickly covered by a gray cold air.

It is the work of Yuril's magic.

The ice that froze the wound in the root penetrates into its interior.

Already the numerous tangled roots that are the legs of the monster have turned gray up to the knees.

How many swords have I wielded?

His white breath comes out in a rush, and his arms and legs are heavy as if they were made of lead.

He was aware that he was close to his limit, but he also knew that he did not have much time left.

Yuril's spell to freeze the ground and Rummella's spell to protect himself had already been used twice each.

In other words, it would be impossible to stop them any longer today.

It was up to Razzel and Thor to crush the monster's legs completely before the effect of the Freeze spell was lost.

The swordsmen, having regained their exhalations, use the frozen scars as footholds from which to run up to the monster in one bound.

Blades flashed and muddy bodily fluids danced in the air.

Three thorns fly out this time, and the one that is not fully dodged shaves a large chunk off the flesh of his thigh.

"d*mn!"

Razzell clenched his teeth tightly in frustration.

With his strength at a low ebb, he could not move properly with his legs.

The next moment, however, the swordsman's body was standing in the exact same place it was before he started moving.

The wounds on his legs were gone, but the cuts he had just made were still clearly visible on the monster's body.

Realizing that he has been saved, Razzel looks sharply at the man who is swinging the sword at the other leg.

His back teeth grind more sharply.

If only he could unleash his overflowing fighting spirit, Raszel's work would have been done long ago.

But the red skin that covers the labyrinth master's body is completely impenetrable to the power of fire.

Instead, it only melts the ice that is its ally.

Raszel gazes silently at Thor's back, lifts the tip of his sword to its usual height, and breathes in at the bottom of his lungs.

The familiar motion immediately pulls the swordsman back into a state of calmness.

The defeat of Thor, who was of a much lower rank, made Razzel realize many things.

The most important of these is that a well-trained sword will never betray you.

Until then, he had been convinced that he could defeat any opponent with his powerful martial arts.

However, Thor's slash easily shattered Rassel's conceit.

And it is because of that defeat that Rassel is standing here today.

It is not martial arts that a swordsman must truly rely on.

It is the sword itself that he has wielded.

The swordsman exhales loudly and leaps high into the air.

The sword is already as much a part of Razzel as his outstretched arm.

A flash of the side cleave.

It was a swing of the sword that completely relaxed Razzel's spirit.

Slightly later, a clear sound echoes from the blade.

At the same time, Raszel sees a section of the severed root rapidly withering away, covered in ice.

And the unbelievable sight of the master of the labyrinth slowly collapsing.

The swordsman can't help but mutter a few words at the sight before him.

"I could have been ...... stronger ............?"

Razzel landed on the ground and hurriedly turned his head to the next side.

There stood Thor, who had also just cut off the monster's leg, breathing hard and hanging on to his sword.

The men looked at each other for a moment, then lifted the edges of their lips in agreement.

A breath later, there is a loud crash, and the monster, missing from the knees down, falls to the ground in a heap.

A loud cry of joy rose from behind the monster as it fell to the ground on its buttocks.

Thor and Razzel nodded to each other, lifted their swords and began to run, hoping to stop the monster.

Before they could do so, another loud rumbling echoed through the air.

The Lord of the Labyrinth, who had fallen backward, raised his arms wide before he knew it.

In time, the tentacles are pulled out from under the ground.

The tips of the tentacles broke through the ground and pulled out huge, burning corpses.

No, upon closer inspection, it seems that numerous wights have gathered together to form a giant body.

They are more than three times as tall as Thor and the others. There were about twenty of them.

Just when it seemed that they had a chance to win, the king of the demon tribe showed them the hopeless difference in numbers.