CH 199

The end of the invasion

Translated by SoundDestiny

Edited by SoundDestiny

“Gah…gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

At the top of the tree there was a large arrowhead. The arrowhead was not made of metal, but of a transparent material made of water, created by Neferte.

The tree, which had become a giant spear, was large enough and massive enough to pierce the giant’s body.

“This…Gu, Guuuuuuuuuuu…!”

Wilfred groaned as he bled profusely.

His countless arms shattered like leaves on a withered tree. The face that floated on the surface of the giant also disappears.

The giant’s body began to shrink…… and soon a naked boy with a skinny body was left behind.

“I won’t forgive you … I’ll kill you … I’ll kill you …!”

The boy – Wilfred, who has returned to his original form, stands up, bleeding.

He puts his hand on the ground and a brown spear appears.

“Is he still going to fight with that wound……!”

Justy groaned.

His arms were injured and he could not move them. He had used up all his magic in his last attack. There is nothing Justy can do.

On the other hand, Neferte is also on his knees in anguish.

“”Ku … I’ve reached my limit…!”

Neferte has also run out of magic.

Before he knew it, the fog that had covered the forest had disappeared and the mirror image was gone.

The dagger, that is supposed to be the holy sword in his grip, is silenced and has become a normal dagger.

Justy and Neferte were at their limits.

There was no way they could fight any more.

“I’m dying……but I’m not letting you live. You’re going to be with me to hell……!”

Wilfred’s eyes glinted with madness as he stared with fierce hatred at the two men who had no strength left to resist.

Wilfred was also wounded, but he still had enough strength to take them to the end.

Justy and Neferte could do nothing but huddle together and stare at Wilfred as he approached with his spear in his hand.

“I’m going to kill you…..It would be a great victory if I were to go toe-to-toe with the holder of the Holy Sword. I’m sure Queen Osman will be pleased with the result….”

“That’s not good enough. Give them a break, will you?”

“………?!”

A voice fell abruptly.

A shiver ran down Wilfred’s back as he was about to strike his enemy.

He looked up and saw a silver-haired man dressed in black vestments.

In his hand he held a huge sword, as tall as he was, jet-black blade, cloaked in miasma, pointed straight at Wilfred.

“They are my men and my guests. I can’t let them die here.”

“You’re not…..!”

Wilfred understood at once.

This was their natural enemy.

He is not a newborn chick like Neferte.

He is a genuine, awakened, real holder of the Holy Sword.

“Your Highness, Raidorl!”

“Is that……Raidorl Zain?”

Justy and Neferte, who have been cornered, look up and call out the man’s name.

“I activated my holy armour and flew as fast as I could while twisting space, but I’m glad I……made it in time. I’m glad to see that you’ve made it this far against the witch’s apostle. This battle is yours to win!”

As he congratulated them on their good work, Raidorl emitted an overwhelming amount of magic.

The magical power from Raidorl is poured into it, and An aura of mischief emanates from the holy armour [Hvezlung, The twilight trickster].

“The last bite of a superb cake. I’m sorry to say that I’m only going to take the best bits……Farewell, witch apostle. Go back to nothingness, never to return!”

“Ah…ah.. uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”.

Wilfred screams in unprecedented terror.

With a sound like the roar of a beast, the invisible blade swung down on the small body.

“Eat him, God Wolf Fenrir”

A blow that shuts down all fate.

Wilfred was enveloped in the depths of Dáinsleif’s power to annihilate all things in the world.

“――――――――――――!”

An inarticulate scream.

Wilfred’s body disappears without even his soul left.

The last thing that came to the little knight’s mind was not his fellow knight, nor his Queen Osman.

But a skinny little girl. She has a dirty face and a big smile on her face.

It was the face of the young and pitiful sister who had been the reason why Wilfred had become the apostle of the witch.