Published at 15th of July 2020 6:21 am

Chapter 040: Like a Cirsium IX

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Translator : Solo

【56th day】

The date had changed.

In the alternate world, the standard they use is that it’s considered the next day after daybreak, but for my personal records, modern intervals and times are used.

Darkness covered the plain.

While being buffeted by the wind, I watched the information displayed on my glasses.

Many different numbers were fluctuating. It was like I was watching the life activities of the stars.

After I had seized Luxgaru’s message, I had written『I’m watching you, cowards』on it, tied it to an arrow, and then sent it to Varner.

I also wrote on the message a rough time and place to meet. In other words, it was a letter of challenge.

Will he show up brazenly, I wonder?

I needn’t have worried.

He had headed for the meeting place without any hesitation.

My opponent is a hero. He’ll crush head-on small fry like me who have a little something on him. He has the strength to do that. I’m guessing that this is something he has done routinely till now. There is no hesitation in his steps. Besides, this guy has the influence to easily cover up something like a simple murder.

The person that I have my doubts about, is Luxgaru.

Other than writing that message, that guy has done nothing. Initially, I had planned to defeat that guy first, but even now, he’s letting Varner come alone.

Is it just negligence? Or does he have plans that I don’t know about?

I stopped thinking about things that I don't have answers to for the moment.

Varner・Kalbezzo.

Faithful to his desires, soft on yet also tough on himself. He never skipped training, and the results of that could also be seen in his skill with the sword. In that moment when he had crossed blades with Otou-san, I had certainly felt threatened. I would have been cut down easily if I was by myself.

But I wonder why.

This guy’s sword doesn’t have the pride or the dignity that the swords of Shuna, Irvin, the Sanperie who had turned into a beast, Ryutetto and even Otou-san have. There is no sign of the resolve to use his skill to fight against everything.

It's almost like his skill is something that’s borrowed from someone else.

As to whether or not this has anything to do with the method he had used to assassinate Ryutetto’s party members……

……there isn’t enough information.

However, I can’t wait for everything to be perfect before taking action.

This guy is pointing an invisible blade at my party members. I’m pointing proof that will jeopardize his position at him.

We each have a blade at each other’s throats.

Ending it quickly is something that both the enemy and I want.

It’s clear from the documents that had been photographed secretly that these guys are being rushed to fulfill their task of keeping watch over Neomia. They must want to eliminate causes of concern before they set out on their dangerous mission.

As planned, Varner was standing in the vicinity of the ruined dungeon. That's the place where we had been dropped into this world.

His guard was up and he was showing no openings.

Right now, this guy would likely slash and kill whatever enters his field of view.

「Izora, I’m counting on you」

『Understood. Consolidating drone data, generating route』

Izora received and consolidated the data from the six high-altitude observation drones that had been deployed. She generated the route and displayed it on my glasses.

I nocked an arrow.

I called it an arrow, but it’s something that’s much too foreign to be described as one.

It’s a mechanical arrow that’s 3 meters long. At that size, it's pretty much a javelin.

Eight of these were stabbed into the ground around me. One was just about to be released.

I drew back the Lycan bow and built up tension.

The displayed route wasn’t stable. It was wriggling around like a snake.

『Optimizing the route. Countdown, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1』

The route that the arrow should travel was displayed.

I released the arrow that had all my might behind it onto the route displayed.

The mechanical arrow was swallowed up by the darkness of the night sky and disappeared.

「Start guidance」

『Understood』

The image from the camera of the mechanical arrow was displayed on my glasses.

It was like I was swimming in the midst of the high-altitude winds. It was like I was looking at the two moons up close.

A mechanism had been attached to the mechanical arrow. It was a guidance system made using a simple propeller and drone spare parts. Using that to control the arrow, Izora guided it to its destination.

The journey riding the winds through the sky was over.

It began its descent.

Varner, who was being targeted, looked small in the camera’s image.

『I’m counting on you for the trigger』

「Understood」

I placed my finger on a device that resembled a gun’s trigger. A.I.s couldn’t harm people directly. Providing assistance was the limit of what they could do. For that reason, I was entrusted with the final step.

The image closed in on Varner.

I could even see his facial expression clearly.

『Now』

I pulled the trigger.

The mechanical arrow split apart and a metal arrow that was one size smaller was released from inside it. That smaller arrow pierced through Varner's right knee.

The observation drones picked up a scream.

The parts of the mechanical arrow that had split apart fell and rolled near him.

Varner swung his sword haphazardly. No matter how much he slashed at the darkness, he only looked ridiculous.

It was an ultra long-distance sniping using a bow from 5 km away.

I’ve absolutely no intention of crossing swords with this guy. I won’t let him show off his strength at all. I’ll riddle him with holes ceaselessly from a distance and shoot him until he stops moving.

If you say that I’m being cowardly, I’ll laugh in response.

That's right, I’ll reply.

「Next」

『Understood. Optimizing route』

Mindlessly, I released an arrow.

Guidance.　

Signal.　

Trigger.　

His left knee was also pierced through.

Varner screamed when he tried to pull the arrow out. It was futile. 5 layers of barbs had been built into the arrow. If he tried to pull it out, Makina’s thorough work would stab his flesh, dig into his bones, and make him go through hell.

Unless he cut off his legs and regrew them, never again would he walk on his own two legs.

Varner, when you showed contempt for small fry and underestimated their wisdom, you had already lost.

Fighting head-on is not the only way people fought.

「Next」

『Optimizing route』

His arms were next, and then he would be deprived of the use of all of his limbs.

There was no way for Varner to retaliate against this sniping.

I watched the camera’s image intently and placed my finger on the trigger. For the third time, an arrow closed in on Varner. His expression was caught by the camera.

His mouth moved.

『Agathion』

That was what it sounded like.

The image from the arrow’s camera was cut off.

「Wha—」

『It was intercepted』

「Display the image from the observation drones!」

A shudder passed over me.

My advantage over him had wavered in an instant.

The high-altitude bird’s eye view image of Varner that was displayed……

『Observation drone destroyed』

……was cut off immediately.

『Proximity warning, it’s a flying object. Estimated speed is 720 km/h, it’s moving at ultra-high speed』

You’re kidding me.

「Turn the sensors up to full power. Don't overlook even a bug」

『Understood. Sensors at full power』

Far into the distance, I saw a tiny spark. Another observation drone had been destroyed.

That thing, what is it?

『Captured. Image of the object has been captured』

Displayed on my glasses was the image of a sword. It was Varner’s sword, the one that Otou-san had stopped.

Is this……

Is this what killed Ryutetto’s party members?

Something like a flying sword…… What is this, fantasy?

More sparks flashed in the sky. The high-altitude drones were getting destroyed one after another.

『It’s no longer possible to optimize the route. It’s approaching, it’s here. Evade』

I heard the dull sound of something tearing through the wind.

I immediately crouched down just like an ungainly frog.

In that moment, all of the mechanical arrows that had been stabbed into the ground were destroyed.

With that, I had lost both my eyes and my means of attacking.

『You’re being targeted by the flying object. Intercept it』

「The power of the hero」

Burning my meager magic power, I released an arrow with the power of Lumidia. The arrow was the Deep Emperor Bone.

The trajectory of the sword, which had closed to 2 meters, was deflected.

The Deep Emperor Bone arrow went down somewhere that was too far for me to possibly go pick it up.

That mass couldn’t be deflected by a normal arrow. The power of Lumidia had also run out. My magic power was as good as chaff. One arrow was the extent of the miracles I could perform with my magic power.

In the first place, it was only when protecting her own blood did the power of Lumidia show its true worth. It wouldn’t be much help in a personal dispute like this.

The sword made a big turn and closed in on me.

From the depths of the darkness, like a deep-sea shark.

Next move…

My next move is……

Oh, is it checkmate?

『Team member Souya』

Of her own accord, Izora separated herself from my waist. Her lights flashed haphazardly and loud sound effects blared from her speakers.

『Please remember the conversation with Zenobia-sama. In it lies the only move that——』

Izora's mini-pod was stabbed through the middle by the sword and shattered into pieces.

My thoughts were completely blotted out by distress and despair.

The sword made another big turn.

I no longer had any way to defend against it.

In this situation where my life was flashing before my eyes,

Following Izora's advice,

I remembered the conversation with Zenobia.

For some reason, like it had been waiting in the wings, it came to my mind very clearly.

「Ra・Varuzu・Duin・Gargantua」

That was the name of the King of Beast Hunters.

What passed my lips next, was the name of the King of Beasts.

Ra・Guzuri・Duin・Oruosuouru

「We, hate for eternity, the origin of the blood, of old」

The words that I spoke were translated by Babel and became a sentence with meaning.

It was triggered when the false names were recited in succession.

Both sound and color disappeared, my senses were sharpened and time stopped.

That was the true name of the King of Beast Hunters.

But his name harbored a curse because of the resentment of his descendants that he had left behind.

Born as the heroes of the human world, the children were taught a glorious history, and so that they themselves could become like that as well, they trained, fought, fought, fought, and then, in their dying moments, they came to know despair.

The crass beasts that they loathed the most resided in their own blood. Having overthrown the old beastkin, oppressed the remaining beastkin, and were taught while growing up that it was absolutely normal to do so, they lived, prospered, and then, at the end of their lives, they came to know that they themselves were beasts that were lower than them.

They probably cursed him.

The man who was the beginning of everything.

Those desires gave birth to evil. A curse that, oddly enough, was no different from the abominable blood…….no, perhaps the curse of the abominable blood might have encroached upon his name.

What Zenobia had said was not a lie. Certainly, something much scarier than cutting off an ear had occurred. The resentful voices of hundreds of years of descendants flowed into my brain.

My left eye and ear were crushed.

It was a curse of death that crushed the flesh and wrecked the insides of those who came into contact with it.

But,

Lured by that, the beast inside me woke up.

A beast whose favorite food is evil. A beast that favors things like the concentrated resentment of people above all else. A beast of the moon of misfortune that devours all poisons birthed by people.

Time started to flow.

With a burning sensation, my crushed eyes and ears regenerated. The regeneration point hanging from my neck was boiling.

I was filled with the power of the Lycans. Using the bow, I sent the approaching sword flying. Sparks flew and a metallic clang reverberated through the air.

The wind sounded loud to my ears. All of my senses had been heightened to the limit.

My right arm wriggled. It felt like there was a snake crawling under my skin.

I looked at the sword, which had turned and was building up momentum.

I caught it with my bare hands when it closed in on my face. Hideous claws had grown out from all of my fingers. The blade tore my skin and flesh, but they regenerated and stopped it before it could reach the bone.

I nocked the magic sword to the bow.

Suppressing its attempts to resist using the power welling up inside me, I drew the bow. Pain shot through my whole body. I endured it by gritting my bared teeth together. The Lycan bow, which had absorbed the overflowing curse, changed shape.

Bigger and bigger it became, until it was thick and taller than me. It flexed, building up an incredible amount of tension.

I caught sight of Varner, whom I shouldn’t have been able to see. I could even hear him breathe.

「I’m giving it back」

I released the sword.

The air exploded as it broke through the sound barrier. My body was pushed back by the force of it.

The Lycan bow broke.

Its string, which had come loose, hit the plain.

Nevertheless, the sword shot unwaveringly towards where its owner was. With more than twice the speed at which it had closed in on me.

As if a part of my senses had possessed it, I could see from the sword’s perspective.

The sword closed in on Varner. Like a beast. Though it harbored other intentions, it pierced through the hero’s chest.

「Uugh」

I vomited blood.

For an instant, I had blacked out.

The regeneration couldn’t keep up with the destruction of the curse. The container was still boiling, but that didn’t necessarily mean that it would last for long. The Lycan bow had broke. There was a chance that even the contract might have been broken.

He’s right there. Run.

It’s just 5 km.

「Ah」

I had fallen.

A curtain of blood fell viscously over my sight. Digging my claws into the ground, I crawled.

Even by a little, no, I’ll definitely get there. My work isn’t done yet. With only this, I haven’t accomplished anything yet.

Resting is for after I've settled everything.

At any rate, if I die, I'll be able to rest as much as I want.

Move forward.

Even if I die, move forward.

My world was dark and stagnant. At the edge of the darkness, someone was there. I instinctively realized that it was a woman. I realized, but I didn’t bother with her and moved forward. My legs weren’t moving. My left arm had also stopped moving. My right arm still moved. It would do.

I dragged my heavy and feverish body forward with one arm.

「You fool」

I heard a voice

Even though I couldn’t even hear the sound of the wind, her voice came through clearly.

Before I knew it, she had come up to me.

Who is it?

Rana?

No way.

But don't get in my way. Only this, it’s the duty of a fool. If I can't see this through to the end, then I’ll be the same as pigs.

「Souya」

「Misu, ranika, sama?」

Oh, so it's my god.

Soft obstacles impeded my progress.

She had embraced my head.

I was enveloped in a sense of security that felt as if it was inviting me to my death.

「It’s a little late, but the subjugation of the evil title was brilliant. Your infamy, the resentment and jealousy directed at you, they’ve reached this Misuranika of misdeeds in a truly pleasing manner. I’ll bestow my grace upon you. That unsightly appearance, that pathetic look as you struggle frantically while vomiting blood. You’re undoubtedly my follower」

My right arm had stopped moving.

I had also stopped being able to breathe as I wished.

This curse was so deep and bottomless that even the power of the Lycans couldn't devour it all. It was like I was at the bottom of the ocean. I could do nothing but simply die.

「Misuranika, the dark fire, asks again. Your sword will earn no honor, your blood will enjoy no prosperity, your soul will know no peace. But still, you move forward on this path. Someday, you’ll lose everything, forget, be forgotten, and fall into empty solitude. Souya, my beloved one and only follower. Do you have the fighting spirit to overcome even death? If you have no objections, together with that name, do you swe………………swear to me」

My voice failed me.

In many ways, my body had died.

It's regrettable, but this is what I amount to. This is how my life ends. Although it was the only move I could have played at the time, to meet my end because I had meddled with the curse of death, I had done something idiotic. I'm an idiot, but……

But, well......

At the very end, I should at least be manly.

At least a few words.

With that spirit alone, I moved my heart.

「…………Gi………………Sou, ya, swears. Swears to Misuranika」

「I forgive you. Only I forgive everything. Therefore, those blood and bones, resentment and curses, I will take them all to the very last drop」

The goddess sucked on my lips that were dirty with bloody vomit.

My heart, which had almost stopped, slowly began to beat.

It was weak, but strength that was typical of me returned.

「Now, for the sake of accomplishing what you can accomplish, gaining what you can gain, seizing what you can seize, stand up, my follower. Then call my name, and use my miracle and grace as food to obtain strength」

I clenched my fist.

Now that my sight had cleared, I looked at my god.

「I'm so glad」

「What about?」

「That you were an incredible beauty」

I was moved to tears.

She was a tremendous beauty with long black hair. Her arms and legs were slim and her white skin was set off by the darkness. She looked like a Japanese-style vampire. She was wearing a black dress with a large opening on the back, and she was barefoot.

Her breasts, well, they weren't as big as I had expected, but she had such beautiful looks that it was scary. Most men would probably be captivated by her and offer her everything. A devilishness that was the exact opposite of divinity shone in her eyes.

When I pictured how her thin lips had touched mine earlier, my face grew hot.

「What an insolent follower you are」

「I'm sorry. It's because the only appearance you've shown me is that of a useless cat」

Just like when she was a cat, she snuggled up and rubbed her cheeks on me.

Even when covered in blood, the beauty of my god didn't change.

「It might be good to sleep with me as a “cushion”. But that’s for another time. Go」

「I'm off」

Letting go of my god's hand, I stood up.

I moved forward. I didn’t look back.

Misuranika-sama was seeing me off. I knew that without needing to check.

There was pain in my joints, but I could walk.

I moved forward.

For now, I simply moved forward.

I moved my right and left foot alternately. When the pain got in the way and I couldn’t move them alternately, dragging that one foot, one step at a time, little by little, I moved unmistakably closer to the enemy.

『So………………ya………………』

A communication mingled with static came in.

「Izora, is that you?」

『………………is………………sent.........to you』

The communication cut off, but I received an email.

Written in it, was a message and one incantation.

（These are the words that I've put together by consolidating the information of this world. Please make use of them. This is probably the last thing I can do）

I felt a sense of unease at the word『last』.

Even if her mini-pod was destroyed, Izora should be able to go back in service after transferring her personality into another pod.

But I didn't have the time to clear my doubts right now.

「Izora, I’ll use them」

I don't know what kind of power these words would produce.

But so what? Haven't I always played things by ear?

Dragging one foot, slowly, steadily, moving at crawling speed, I arrived before the hero.

「Yo」

With a casual manner, like I was meeting a partner-in-crime that I had known for ten years, I called out to him.

Perhaps because I had come into contact with these guys’ curse, I felt a little bit of affinity with them.

「Screw you」

He had both knees pierced through by arrows and one lung pieced through by his own sword, but for all that, the hero was still fully conscious as he spat out a curse.

Maybe it was due to the fact that in some way, the same blood flowed inside them, but I felt that Varner’s face was reminiscent of Irvin’s.

「But fine. You’ve won. Feel free to take this head and challenge St. Lyridias and Elysium to a fight. You won’t have an easy death. First, your party members, then their families, their blood, they’ll all be crushed like gnats. Until the moment of your death, the fact that you laid your hands on a hero will make you regret, lament, wish for death and then die」

His words were light.

If anything, they felt pleasant, perhaps because I had come into contact with several hundred years' worth of resentment.

I should clear up his misunderstanding.

「I won't kill you」

「What did, you say?」

A question mark popped up as the hero vomited blood.

No matter how tough he was, he likely didn't have much longer.

「Tonight, I came to hunt a beast」

A long,　

Long,　

Silence followed.

「Ha.........haha」

On the hero's face, which was as white as a sheet after the blood had drained from it, was a look of despair.

I'm not going to kill a hero.

What I'm going to kill is a terrifying beast that attacked Lemuria.

「My god, oh Lyridias」

Varner extended his hands to the heavens.

「Following your doctrine, no matter the hardships, I’ve overcome them and reached where I am. For the sake of protecting our honored blood, no matter what kind of misdeeds, I’ve taken them in and endured, even when I’ve had to lay my hands on babies……………… Is this the final moments of such a hero? Are you telling me that this is the end? I don’t acknowledge this, I won’t acknowledge this! Unknown to anyone, in such a remote foreign country. To a small fry foreigner. Varner・Kalbezzo is the beast hunter hero! For the final moments of a hero to be an ending like this, who will acknowledge this?!」

After a violent fit of coughing, he vomited blood.

Pitifully, the hero wept.

「Oh god, my god. Please answer me. Are you saying that I did something wrong? I defended your teachings, brought prosperity to the nation, hunted beasts, and lived my life doing as I’m told. What kind of sin have I committed by doing that? Why………………are there such beasts in our blood?」

Disgraceful.

It's the height of unpleasantness.

「Oh my god, please save me」

You idiot.

Even now, you guys are undoubtedly being saved by Lyridias.

The gods aren’t omnipotent. There is a limit to what they can do. Why can't this guy understand her dedication in desperately suppressing the beast until the soul had disappeared into the abyss of death?

Lyridias had tried to cure them. That’s all. That’s really all she wanted. There was no desire for prosperity in her intentions. In the worst case, she had tried to cure the beasts without even sparing a thought for her own life. However, her wish had not come true.

Her doctrine was perverted and exploited, and yet, Lyridias suppressed the beasts devotedly.

Her wish for a cure won’t be fulfilled. Nevertheless, she suppressed the beasts desperately.

And then,

「………………I curse you. First is you, foreigner. Next are your party members, Lemuria’s king, people, adventurers, Popes, black elf, Elysium’s ignorant masses, knights, Dilbert, and everything in the world. Be cursed! Be rotted by impurity just like me, and in the end, all of you………………become beasts!」

All that remains is a curse.

Even so, that pure desire of wanting to save them had created a nation with poison in its insides. Her own descendants were vomiting out the poison and beasts in their final moments, and embroiling all sorts of people as they headed to their deaths.

How would it feel to be shown such people endlessly, I wonder? The worries of a god are unfathomable to me.

Varner's consciousness came to an end.

He had faced his end with a smiling expression that looked broken.

There was a moment of silence and the sound of the wind.

Evil awakened inside his body.

In response, my heart beat faster in my chest. My regeneration point came to a boil.

There's something that I'm sure of. The focus of the Lycan's curse is already flowing inside me. It’s something from which there is no escape. It's a curse that even Misuranika-sama can't break. A curse that devours curses and turns it into power. No, is it even a curse? Well, who knows? I don't know god's machinations.

For a person, that's an insignificant thing.

「Irvin」

Lend me your strength.

Please.

I pulled out his sword.

It was a heavy sword. With my normal strength, it was tough to hold it even with both hands.

Varner's body split open and sprayed blood everywhere.

First, his bones were crushed flat, sticking out and extending from his flesh. As if to support the protruding bones, flesh grew out. His face melted, his eyeballs and teeth fell out, and new organs were created.

It was big, haphazard, and ugly.

「Hey, Irvin. Your friend, Sanperie was quite a guy, wasn't he? All by himself inside the dark dungeon, he suppressed his own evilness even as he confronted his despair. He was praiseworthy, and a truly splendid knight. Look at this. Look at how wretched this guy is. Look at this shameless and pitiful beast」

Even its roar was ugly, and that voice, which sounded like the death cries of a pig, echoed through the moonlit night.

The roar that locks all contracts with the gods didn't work on me.

Even during the time with Sanperie, when I had checked the image afterwards, my regeneration point had not become empty.

There was also the power of the Lycans.

But more than that, there was Misuranika-sama's power.

Earlier, she had sucked out and neutralized the curse of death inside me. How ironic it was, for the god of misdeeds to erase and forgive the sinful curses of people.

That was why, rather than fear, the emotion that I felt for the beast was one called pity.

Varner・Kalbezzo had become a completely foreign beast that was probably similar to the old beastkin that they had overthrown.

It was 6 meters tall, and maybe about 4 meters wide. Its belly had grown too fat and had covered its lower body. Its arms were short and some traces of how they were like before death had remained. Instead, about five legs that were covered with beast fur had grown out from its upper body.

The armor had broken apart, and along with the arrows and the magic sword, they were swallowed up by lumps of flesh.

Its face had nothing that resembled a human’s face. One half looked like a cow, and the other half looked like a deer.

That wasn’t the end of it.

I wondered if its appearance was possibly an amalgam of the forms of all the beastkin that this guy had killed. There were claws of raptors growing on horse legs, eyes of snakes growing on the deer antlers, and about six tails, all of which belonged to different creatures. Large mouths also could be seen in the gaps all over its body. All of them had rows of sharp and scary-looking teeth.

It also grew wings that were larger than its body. I was relieved that only the skeleton of the wings had formed and it was likely impossible for it to fly.

One thing that was very distinctive was a beast growing on its shoulder that I couldn’t figure out the origins of. It looked very much like the beast depicted on the silver coins.

Aah, it was ugly and pitiful.

I couldn’t even feel hatred for it anymore.

I held the sword with both hands. Like a knight just like him, even if it was in appearance only.

I chanted Izora's words.

「My god, oh Misuranika, the dark fire.

I'm the one who devours the curses of people, uses it as food and turns it into power.

I'm your one and only follower.

Ra・Varuzu・Duin・Gargantua. We hate for eternity the origin of the blood of old.

With the echos of resentment and the voices of curses, I call the beast.

Oh goddess of the moon of misfortune,

Oh Lycan,

That power in this body, oh my god, forgive its sin of purging evil.

I harbor a beast while remaining in human form.

I hunt beasts while remaining human.

There is no night that doesn't break into dawn, no dreams that one doesn't awaken from. Someday, even the abominable blood of calamity will dry up and die out. Even so, now comes the night of the hunter」

A crack streaked across the container of my regeneration point. The steam from the boiling liquid escaped through it. My canine teeth, which I had bared, were probably the same as a beast's.

Just the power that responded to evil wasn't enough. That was what the instincts of the beast inside me were telling me. I wouldn't be able to defeat this with that alone.

The power of the Lycans turned the dark energy known as curses into power.

So long as it had curses to feed on, I would be able to wield limitless power.

However, if the curses exceeded the amount that could be absorbed, the leftovers would destroy my body. Like it did earlier.

That was why the grace of Misuranika-sama was used to erase the leftover curses. Moreover, the amount that could be absorbed by the power of the Lycans would also be enhanced by the prayer and words.

This is——

「Izora・Romea・Wild Hunt」

It was magic created by an A.I.

It was the wisdom of her, who loved people.

Just like how it was with Rana’s magic, Brinicle, the power of the alternate world was such that increasing the steps and procedures would dramatically enhance its effects.

There was no pain.

My sharpened senses expanded to the utmost. Each swing of the sword stirred up the wind. For a time, I had obtained the power to slaughter even heroes easily.

Come on, Irvin.

Let's defeat this.

This is for your fame.

It’s Irvin・Foz・Gasim’s final battle.

After all, didn’t you say it? That there is nothing that we cannot accomplish.

I wasn’t able to answer you back then.

That’s why, right now, with this sword, I’ll answer you.

That's right.

For us, nothing is impossible.

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