Chapter 635 – #128_Labyrinth(6)

#635

One.
The pure white blade cried coldly.
The contract sword, which had already been swung at the enemy’s vitals several times, failed to do its job and flew sparks into the air.

-Bang! Quaang! Kwaaang!

“Whoup!”

As Eloa draws in her breath, her tiny frame shrinks even more and she spins at extreme speed.
When the rotation reached its critical point, the sword, which had been released using the centrifugal acceleration, collided with the sword again.

Many witches would be shocked if they saw this scene.

Duke Tiphareth, who is a witch and has modified all magic for melee combat.
To say that there is an opponent who, as a 23rd tier, responds with a ‘sword’ to the sword that she did with all her might.

However, if she realized who she was, she would nod her head.

‘The Sword Witch’, Linne Samachiel.

Like Tireret, it is a feat of the 22nd rank that adopts a fairly heretical fighting method,
A witch who has cut down many strong men with her single-edged straight sword as her courtesy.

If Tiphareth’s sword, dedicated to the stability of the witch society, is an object of reverence,
The sword of Rinne Samakiel, wielded for selfishness, is an object of fear.

Sometimes for achievement, sometimes for the nobles of Gehenna, and sometimes for the homunculus, the purpose of the sword that is indiscriminately swung is the pursuit of ‘strength’.

How many witches’ necks were tossed at her feet for that purpose, only she knows.

However, if there is one thing that is certain, the swordsmanship completed by piling up a mountain of her corpses is a threat to Elroa as well.

———!

A sword that stabs like a snake on Eloa’s sword path, which has already returned to nothing.
Despite its hideous appearance, the sword strike that permeated silently aimed at the throat and heart in two directions.

If they try to block one side hastily, they will turn around and aim for an opening.
Unlike sharp and rational swordsmanship, it is a sticky swordsmanship that sticks like mud.

Eloah pulled her body back and tried to undo herself by standing upright.
As if she knew it, the attitude completely changed her direction and stabbed her deeper.

Despite the reverse action that inevitably occurs due to the structure of the human body, there is no sign of deceleration or strain on the body.

Inertial control that violates the laws of physics.
It is Rinne’s self-reflection magic, and the reason why her sword is tricky.

The range of application is not so wide that it is limited to the level of freely controlling the inertial action that occurs in my body.

However, when a seemingly insignificant ability fuses with master swordsmanship, the result becomes truly heinous.
A swordsmanship that could not exist in reality was born.

The sword that disappeared to the left rises straight up from the bottom, or the sword that was obviously deflected flies towards the scruff of the neck without any deceleration.
Even if Rinne shows her gap, if she retrieves her attack, she can wield her sword without risk.
Conversely, if Elroa shows even the slightest gap, her lethal counter returns, limiting her actions.

She is naturally bound to have nasty fights.

-Visor!

Eloa and Rinne’s new models crossed.

“…….”

The belated burning pain and the thin solid line drawn on Elroa’s cheek.
Elroa, on the other hand, missed and cut her Rinne’s waist.

If this battle had been just the two of them, Linnaeus would have collapsed spilling her intestines on her floor.
Even if it didn’t, it would have inflicted a fatal wound that would jeopardize the battle.

However, what passed to her hand was not the feeling of cutting flesh.
It was the feeling of something hard breaking.

Why Eloah couldn’t stand her struggles for over 15 minutes against the Witch of Swords, who had already won several victories.
It is because of the two witches attached as helpers.

First of all, the identity of this sense is probably the ‘bone shield’ used by the ‘corpse witch’.

It is a magic that summons a solid shield in exchange for a corpse, just like the ‘corpse witch’ that you might think of when you hear the word necromancer.

The reason Elroa guesses “Probably” Here is because she couldn’t visually confirm Rinne’s distance.

Eloa, who was left in her darkness again, calmly waited for her attack to pour out from everywhere, catching her breath.
A spark blooms in pink eyes with a grave murderous intent.

“Do something quickly!”
“Why can’t you kill me yet?”

Eloah was also suffering in her own way, but the feelings felt by the Witch of the Corpse and the Witch of Silence watching her were also not calm.

Does that really mean the same witch?

She has already written off three of her corpses.
It means that the bone shield, which focused only on defense while excluding all other functions, was smashed 3 times.

Even the corpse witches aren’t the only ones intervening in the battle.

“Are you sure you’re applying the curse properly?”
“Is that right? It’s like being half blind. Do you really have no more useful magic?”
“Shut up! You know I’m getting ready.”

Eloah was already possessed by the ‘sinking butterfly’ of the ‘Silent Witch’, who is good at curses and chains.

A curse-type magic that completely blocks the victim’s five senses.
Although her original body rank is high and she even possesses the ‘Eye of Truth’, it was difficult for her to focus on Haeju as she was already engaged in another fight.

Therefore, the sunken butterfly steadily narrowed the range of Eloa’s audio-visual and magic detection to within 1M.
Now she would have difficulty locating her opponents unless they were close enough to point her swords at each other.

Even so, far from being beaten, she spreads unchanging spirit.

At that point, the same question inevitably arises.

“It’s true that this can really be won… ?”
“Samachiel! What are you messing with! Go ahead and fight! If you do this, the curse will be lifted!”

Rinne, who had been silently adjusting her posture, threw a bloody gaze behind her.

She is reticent and has little emotional ups and downs, but the emotions she feels in this situation are passion itself.
Envy, envy, anger.

Even though she is fighting on such a high ground, she can’t break down Tiphareth’s barrier.

“… You go ahead again.”

No.
That’s not it.
If it was Tipharette that Rinne knew, she would have been on the defensive by now.

No matter how much he responded with a defensive attitude, he must have left a deep wound.

However, Tiphareth, which was thought to have been completed 20 years ago, has become stronger.
As if it had been constantly competing with inspections of a similar level technically.

It goes away like this again.
Unlike lowly jealousy and anger, Linne coolly ended her judgment.

Plan B should be implemented.

“Corpse, prepare.”
“Just do it quickly! You just threw away the sacrifice!”

Elroa, who was left in the dark, focused on Haeju while her attack did not continue.
Her dark vision slowly brightened and her cognitive abilities, which had been cut off her voice, returned.

“Okay, now!”

In front of him, the witch of the corpse, who had prepared a trump magic to deal with Tiphareth, was emitting a triumphant voice.

The first thing that caught Eloah’s eyes was someone who was too familiar.

A witch with a practice sword.
Her flowing hair and her eyes glowing pink, like Elroa’s.

No, because it shines, those eyes are too lifeless.
As if it had brought a corpse back to life.

She never forgot a single moment.
She once did she accidentally lost.
Rafi Tiphareth.

“What do you think? Can you wield a sword against an old apprentice?”

This is Plan B.
How to open a gap by eliciting Tiphareth’s agitation.

It is to reproduce the image extracted from Ea Sadalmelik’s memory on the ‘death knight’.

Investigation reveals that Tiphareth is psychologically fragile and is experiencing extreme trauma over the death of her apprentice.

What kind of confusion will she experience when she sees her reanimated apprentice brandishing her sword at her?
They probably wouldn’t even try to cross swords.

Even though they are familiars, death knights are the best familiars of corpse witches.

If such a psychological agitation and stumbling block were created in a battle with a tight balance, it would be a much more difficult fight even for Tiphareth.

The corpse witch, who had such thoughts, realized that her judgment was clearly wrong.

“————!!!”

Tiphareth began to roar like a beast that had lost its young.
The corpse witch, who smiled at the cry that originally started with her sorrow, her expression hardened at the chill that seemed to scrape her spine.

Her eyes roll over
She didn’t know that she would be able to actually see that expression used as an idiom.

Tiphareth pointed out at once the culprit of the terrible atrocity with bloodshot eyes.
Facing her dense, murderous gaze, her legs loosened up as if she were standing in front of a beast with her bare body.

“This, this fuck….”

Nothing to be afraid of
The anger that only sees her in front of her nose is also a clear agitation.
If the Witch of Silence takes advantage of this opportunity and the Witch of Swords does something….

“What are you guys doing!”

The witch of the corpse, who belatedly looked around as if looking for her lifeline, had to reconfirm the situation she was in.

There are no two people.
She was left alone

What this meant was clear.

The two escaped while the Corpse Witch was busy working her magic.
Her original plan B was to use her as her bait and get the rest of her crew to escape.

– Kadeudeuk

Eloah’s hand broke, so she grabbed her swordsman.

Thoughts of the other escaped personnel had evaporated completely.
The only thing she sees is killing the vicious exploits of making fun of her beloved disciple even after his death.

The 12 characters engraved on the sword body shine at once.

“No, stop it!”

A corpse witch who somehow tried to stop Tiphareth.
Unfortunately, the death knight couldn’t even brush Tiphareth’s collar.

Eloa, who leapt at a speed that even her own body could not properly perceive, swung her sword.

“Ah….”

A corpse witch looking at a severed arm with blank eyes.
A sharp swordsman’s sword strike doesn’t even give you a chance to feel the pain.

It is hard to believe that amputation, which is so easy as trimming a protruding rose branch, is a process in which a part of the body is lost.

The witch of the corpse realized while watching Duke Tiphareth in the vicious murder that could be physically detected.

Even when dealing with the three of them, she wasn’t giving her all.
She was just hoarding her strength to get a sure win.

It is unreasonable to provoke and divert attention by stimulating trauma.

It was an opponent that shouldn’t be touched in the first place.
There is no way you can fight against such a monster no matter what method you use.

Regret is always too late no matter how fast it is.
The last scene the corpse witch saw was a spectacular sight filled with hundreds of pure white swords.