7th Demon Prince Jilbagias' Chronicle of Demon Kingdom Toppling-Chapter 102: Sword Fight, Battle of Struggle

１０２．Sword Fight, Battle of Struggle

――That was already stepping into a whole nother dimension.

The sword saints were rushing from the other side of the extinguished explosion.

And already stood right before the demon race warrior by the next moment.

「!?」

The young demon race was truly startled by that situation.

In contrast to that, the sword saint who was readying his twin swords was calm and composed like that of a sharpened blade.

「【We――」

The two blades flashed the moment the young demon race opened his mouth.

One sword sliced his spear shaft, while the other decapitated his head.

The head of that young demon race fluttered in the air, the last expression on his face was that of confusion.

Maybe he was about to cast his hex――

「WATCH OUT, THESE GUYS ARE SWORD SAINTS!」

Another demon race shouted, in his hand was a spear that was burning due to magic.

He should be able to react faster to the beastfolk's fist saint who came at him.

And maybe because he himself was wondering 『What』 kind of enemy they're facing against――

「――STAY AWAY FROM MEEEEEEEE!!」

He spit fire from his mouth like an acrobatic movement to keep his distance from the sword saint.

Alas, the sword saint raised the round buckler on his arm and easily passed through the flame, and brandished the curved sword in his right hand with dance-like movement.

「――」

The demon race tried to block the slash with his flaming spear. Their weapons clashed with a loud crashing sound. The sword saint retreated with the cuff of his cloth burned, fire was jetting from the demon race warrior's hand as he tried to open some distance from the sword saint.

「T-That was a close call…!」

The demon race warrior was drenched in cold sweat upon realizing that he barely survived a direct clash against a sword saint, the kind of enemy that could kill their target in one hit.

――The dwarf-made spear in his hand broke right in half.

「M-MY SPEAR!」

――The next moment, blood was spurting from all over the demon race's body.

「E-Eh…」

My body.

Yes, my body shouldn't have gotten slashed.

The reason that sword saint retreated was because his opponent had already died――

「Gah…」

A straight line ran from his abdomen to his chest, cutting past his ribs, and naturally, it punctured his heart too, by the time the demon race was aware of it, he had already died. novelbuddy.cσ๓

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Seeing two young demon race warriors get slain so easily, a veteran-looking demon race warrior screamed angrily with a blue vein bulging on his forehead.

「【ROT AND FALL!】」

As one might expect from a veteran of the battlefield, he didn't get frightened even when he stood before a sword saint. The golden rule for the demon race when facing that kind of enemy was to weaken them with magic.

A poisonous, murky dark green hex overflowed from his hand, wriggling toward the sword saints like countless snakes――

「【Wind Spirit, Blow The Stagnation.】」

The elf spellcaster who acted as the rear guard blew away the hexing with a purifying wind.

「――Thanks.」

The sword saint thanked the elf spellcaster with a smile on his face. He was a lanky man armed with a straight sword in his right hand and a polished metal buckler on his left arm.

He then looked at the veteran demon race while maintaining a smile on his face.

Though the veteran demon race clicked his tongue in annoyance, it was only in passing since he already knew that anything could happen on the battlefield.

The momentum of the sword saint got weakened a bit since the other party was wary of the hexing. And that was enough for the veteran demon race to regain his stance.

「――DIEEEE!」

He loaded his spear with magical power sprung forward and then unleashed a gale-like thrust.

Alas, the sword saint parried that attack with ease. And closed in immediately as his sword's blade ran along the spear shaft――The veteran demon race kicked up with his feet.

The nails of his toes that dug a bit in the ground scattered soil toward the sword saint's face when he kicked up. His spear lunged again almost at the same time as the soil hit the sword saint’s face――

「Fuh.」

Alas, the sword saint's wrist moved nimbly, he used his sword's blade to cover his eyes for a moment, protecting his eyes from the scattered soil.

Then, as if to pay back for the soil, the sword saint tilted the round buckler on his arm a bit. Its polished, mirror-like surface reflected the sunlight.

The reflected sunlight dazzled the eyes of the veteran demon race.

「――Aah.」

The demon race whose eyes were dazzled by the dazzling light wailed in agony while brandishing his spear.

He was blinded. And even if that only happened for a moment.

Such a momentary gap was all the sword saint needed――

「You won't say this is cowardice right?」

That voice filled with mockery was the last word heard by the demon warrior.

「You little――」

And the veteran demon race's head was decapitated before he could even speak.

The heroes who dispatched the sentries during those openings rushed

into the luxurious-looking tent immediately.

「… EMPTY!?」

「Is this―― The conference room?」

Alas, contrary to their expectation, the tent was empty.

There was only a chart depicting the state of the war, a round table, and something like official documents.

They thought that this was the sleeping quarter of the demon prince alas―― It turned out to be a huge mistake. Alas, they had no time to get flustered.

「【Agria Florga(Raging Flame)】」

Anyhow, they burned the documents and ran out of the tent. It was a waste of time―― Now they could only choose to keep searching for the prince, evacuate, or keep rampaging inside the enemy's camp.

――No, there was almost no choice to begin with.

「IT'S A SWORD SAINT!!」

「BE CAREFUL! THEY AIN'T SMALL FRY!」

「KILL THE SPELLCASTER FIRST!」

—KEEP RAMPAGING AROUND TILL WE FIND THE PRINCE!!

Hearing the sounds of the warhorn, the soldiers of the demon king's army jumped out from their tents in succession.

As a result, most of them only wore their sleepwear and only carried their weapon in their hand, and showed a look of regret on their face for only wearing lightweight equipment as soon as they knew that the other party was the sword saint. The reason was the other party wasn't the kind of enemy that could be fought with half-assed equipment――

It was inevitable that spells would be rained down upon the sword saints while the Heros got surrounded as soon as they came out from the big tent.

「【KNEEL!】」

「【CRIPPLE!】」

「【GO FRENZY AND DIE!】」

Various kinds of hexes were pouring down like rain.

「【Megali Prostasia(Grand Blessing)!】」

When the hero shouted those words while raising their shield, a glittering, silver garment wrapped around everyone's body.

「【MAY WE BE PROTECTED FROM EVIL CURSE!】」

The elf spellcaster had also recited the aria of the warding spell non-stop.

Though they were united and advanced as a group, they couldn't do enough damage since the timid Demon Race kept their distance from them. The sword saint prepared to cut in the moment he saw an opening but he couldn't act too carelessly since his ward would become weaker once he left the group, leaving him as a sitting duck for the hexing of their enemies.

「Look what we got here!? Are they really the infamous Demon Race-sama who are said to be fierce warriors!?」

「It turns out they're just a bunch of cowards right brother!?」

――So, the duo of sword saint shouted loud enough to be heard by everyone while shrugging their shoulders.

「We even came to their headquarters to greet them and yet,」

「Turns out their just DI*CKLESS COWARDS!」

Taunting the demon race with a textbook example of a face of contempt smile.

「O~i, is the spear in your hand just an ornament?」

「How about changing it to a wooden stick instead, it's more suitable for a COWARD like you!」

「You can even use it as a walking cane!」

「Look at them! I guess it hit the bull's eyes!」

They were laughing merrily as they taunted the demon race.

「Uwe~h, mommy, sword saints are scawry~」

「There there, poor boy. I'll teach you a nice spell.」

Their taunting kept escalating to the point of acting like a child who cried with high-pitched cries and a mother who soothed the child with a rather disgusting voice.

「【Demon Race Become Weak, Spear Become Walking Cane】」

「Ooh! Everyone, mommy just taught you all a spell!」

「Repeat it together everyone! Show us the voice that you're proud of!」

「If you read that spell, the sword saint will become weak!」

"Gyahahahaha…" The duo's laughter exploded in the camp again.

The headquarters fell into an eerie silence.

The male demon race only stood their place with expressionless faces.

Rather, they were too surprised to the point that the muscles on their face got paralyzed.

Gradually―― Color drained from their face――

「KILL THE――EM!!」

The half-naked demons mostly the young ones- charged ahead without care.

No matter how much the senior warrior shouted 「STOP IT YOU FOOL!」 or 「DON'T GET PROVOKED!」 It was――

For the duo sword saints who were laughing while holding their sides while raising their shields―― Smiling behind their shields as they had been waiting for this moment.

But, their frivolous smile got repainted immediately with a serious expression as they readied their sword and shields.

Their stance was the 『Same』 as if they were one person. No different from the other sword saints, there was no individuality.

It was no wonder.

Those two were soldiers turned into sword saints.

They learnt the generic swordcraft of the human race as soldiers and transcended the logic of the sword.

And then, the true worth of that swordcraft was――

When they cooperated with each other.

「Match with me.」

「Roger.」

The duo formation charged into the crowd of angry demon race.

Their ordinary shield pushed the demon race's spear.

Rather, it smashed them.

And then, they closed in.

So precisely, by a paper-thin margin.

It gouged the demon race's heart, decapitated their heads, and tens of others instantly turned into a mountain of corpses.

「A-AA…!」

「Those… Fools!」

「DON'T LET THEM RETURN ALIVE! CATCH THEM AND TORTURE THEM TO DEATH!!!」

Finally, even the demon races got enraged and fired spells all at once.

「Guh……【O Spirit, Protect Us From The Words of Evil!】」

「【Megali Prostasia(Grand Blessing)!】」

The elf spellcaster was sweating profusely when casting a spell that protected the hero――

「KILL THAT ONE!」

「DIE YOU PLANT EATER!」

At that moment, the night elves regained their spirit, and they fired their arrows gleefully at the elf spellcaster.

But, the Fist saints, including Dogajin, retreated and surrounded the elf spellcaster as the bodyguard.

「Dear me, it's tough to be a popular person.」

Dogajin laughed gleefully as he danced in the air.

And then, the miserable dark elves became quiet all at once. And just as the elf spellcaster revealed a ferocious smile and was about to sing another aria as if forgetting their exhaustion――

「【Spassimo(Tear it up)】」

――That voice resounded in their ears.

The elf spellcaster's face was torn up with a "Whoosh".

「GAH――!?」

The wound was shallow alas, it was enough to distract the elf spellcaster.

The hexing had actually slipped through the ward of wind spirit and reached them.

And it became even more unbelievable because they were surrounded by their allies.

It was as if the caster recited the spell aria right beside them――

Suddenly, they caught a powerful presence behind the demon races.

「… I got one-upped again huh?」

A green-haired demon race warrior, armed to the tee appeared and heaved a sigh at the sight of the corpses of his brethren.

――It's not like they were familiar with his face.

But, the hero and co realized immediately.

That guy was our target.

The 4th Demon King's Child, Emergias.

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