How to Live as a Knight After the Ending-Chapter 529

The familiars were overwhelmed by Osian's appearance. Amid those countless attacks, Osian was spotless without a single wound.

Especially the dimensional rift that had just dragged Osian in. That place was one of the witchcrafts called the Gap Basket, a location teeming with all sorts of bizarre monsters.

The moment one enters inside, countless monsters rush at them and tear them to shreds. Like throwing raw meat into a lake full of piranhas, there had been no existence that entered and came out alive.

Osian was precisely that first. Not just the first, but rather, the monsters that had been inside were conversely cut down by Osian.

Blood streams, entrails, and chunks of flesh pouring out through the opened spatial rift. From within, Osian descended slowly to the ground without a single drop of blood splattered on his body.

His cloak fluttered, and the three emblems floating behind his back shone brilliantly.

A tremendous energy pulsation was felt riding the atmosphere. Even the familiars who had to obey their mother's orders without fail were so overwhelmed by the sight that they momentarily felt fear and hesitated.

"At this rate, it seems there's no reason for me to step forward."

Diolan muttered in dismay while watching Osian's majesty. It seemed he alone could clean up everything at this place. However, that soliloquy did not continue for long.

"Impudent kitten, where do you think you're looking away! You there! Hurry and take that fellow's head! Take his head!"

The Queen of Hearts screamed hysterically. The card soldiers who received her command moved. Ordinary soldiers could not stand before Diolan. The card soldiers began to link arms and climb on top of each other. Thus, about a hundred cards interlocked and became a giant card soldier, no, a card general.

Two card generals aimed the spears in their hands at Diolan. The spear tips were shaped like diamonds and clovers, matching the patterns drawn on their bodies.

Swoosh! Kwang!

The thrusting attacks that shot forward leaving afterimages crushed the spot where Diolan had been. Diolan leaped high from his position to avoid the spear blades, then landed on top of the spear shaft.

Diolan ran along the slanted spear shaft toward the Diamond General. The Diamond General tried to retrieve the spear but was just slightly too late.

Scratch.

Diolan's right arm, swung with all his might, left three claw marks on the general's head. As the general's body collapsed, the card soldiers that had formed it scattered with a flutter.

The separated soldiers fled in all directions, unable to withstand Diolan's energy. The Clover General swung the spear shaft like a windmill. The tens-of-meters-long spear shaft imbued with centrifugal force struck Diolan's side.

Squish!

Diolan's body bent softly and moved like jelly, gliding along the spear blade. It was an unbelievable result for a direct hit from an attack powerful enough to grind bones to powder.

Elasticity and movement like a mollusk. Diolan was now in a state completely free from the laws of physics, just as when transformed into a cat.

Diolan climbed up the spear shaft in a spiral as if he were a vine. It was truly a liquid-like movement. The Clover General separated the spear shaft in the middle. Inside the separated spear blade was hidden a long sword.

The greatsword was swung like a windmill toward Diolan's head, who had lost the path to climb.

Whoosh!

However, what the Clover General cut was empty air. Diolan leaped repeatedly, stepping on the air as if it were solid ground. Higher than the general's eye level.

Thud. Diolan landed on top of the general's face. Raising both arms, Diolan mercilessly slashed the Clover General's face.

Kyaaaaaaong! Shred-shred-shred!

Trump card pieces, completely shredded like rags, poured down in a shower.

Thus the Clover General also fell. Seeing this, the Queen of Hearts rose from her seat in indignation. Before she knew it, she had been sitting using card soldiers as a chair.

"What are you doing! Take that bastard's head!"

"You're quite noisy with all that squawking."

"What?"

"A person who's a queen just points fingers at others. Aren't you ashamed that you can't do anything by yourself? Can you still proudly call yourself a queen?"

At Diolan's criticism, the Queen of Hearts closed her mouth. Not because she was at a loss for words. She turned serious and became angry because a mere cat dared to touch her sore spot. As the Queen of Hearts' atmosphere changed, Diolan also thought, 'Oh?'

"Fine. Good."

The Queen of Hearts rose from her seat with a chilling voice filled with murderous intent. The atmosphere was ominous. He had only intended to provoke her moderately to make her emotionally agitated.

Swoosh. The Queen of Hearts removed the cloak draped over her shoulders and threw it off. The card soldiers hastily received the cloak. She drew a weapon from her waist. It was a croquet mallet resembling a flamingo. A ridiculous appearance. However, the mystical power contained within it was by no means so.

"I will personally take your head."

A smile deepened at the corners of Diolan's mouth. It seemed he had properly touched the nerves of that shrew queen. A big catch had been hooked indeed. Of course, there was one minor problem that the big catch was dangerous enough to devour him. But where in the world was there work without danger?

'It looks like the battle has started on that side too.'

Executive Alensia, who had taken the form of a rabbit beastman, was unilaterally pushing back the other familiars. Every time she moved, her form became blurry and a red energy remained in the air like an afterimage.

With the sound of air exploding repeatedly, one familiar was instantly beaten like a drum and slammed into the ground.

He had seen her fight in District 34 last time, but her skills had clearly improved since then.

'No. Is it closer to saying she's brought out the skills she had been hiding?'

Especially the thing pumping out energy most vigorously within the faintly visible afterimage was the mechanical boots that came up to her thighs. Arc Parts, was it? A special armament made by modifying ancient relics and incorporating all kinds of modern science.

He had vaguely heard that the original relic was the armor of some great being.

To modify it in their own way and make it like that. The thought occurred that humans are indeed amazing.

"Eek."

He dodged the flamingo mallet swung at his head by bending his waist backward. If his reaction had been even slightly delayed, his neck would have really been cleanly cut off.

The Queen of Hearts was stronger than expected. He had thought she was no good at physical work since she only sat still, but that seemed to have been a misconception.

There was no longer any leisure to look elsewhere. The opponent was one of the wicked witches who had joined hands with Mother Goose. There must be no carelessness whatsoever.

Amid the pouring blood storm, Osian gazed at Mother Goose. She was still sitting in place, watching this side as if it were interesting. However, contrary to the smile on her lips, her eyes held a slight hint of tension.

"Your head is too high."

Osian pointed out and swung his sword.

Scratch.

The giant beanstalk, over 30 meters thick, was cut diagonally. The tree that had soared high without knowing the sky fell sideways in sequence with a crash. The surrounding buildings and roads collapsed, crushed by the falling beanstalk.

A hazy dust cloud rose like a wall. Mother Goose and the familiars who had been riding on top of it descended from the beanstalk and landed on the ground.

The severed beanstalk writhed as if in pain. That was not an ordinary tree. It was a monster that had once been human, but had now transformed into something resembling a familiar due to desire. From the cross-section, thick green liquid continuously gurgled and was vomited out.

[Kraaah!! How dare! How dare!]

A distorted human face appeared on the beanstalk, which from ground level appeared to have only the base remaining. It was a vicious face full of wrinkles.

"Shut up."

Osian swung his sword vertically. A pure white flash leaped across space. Scratch. From chin to crown, Jack's head was cleanly split vertically.

Osian's gaze turned toward Mother Goose again.

"Now our eye level matches somewhat."

Her expression hardened coldly. The surrounding familiars blocked Osian's path to protect Mother Goose. Their numbers were continuing to increase. If left like this, it would become increasingly troublesome.

Osian took a stance to step forward.

Sharararak!

Roots that burst through the ground grabbed Osian's ankle.

[Kkeeeeeek!]

It was the work of Jack, who was not yet dead. He grabbed Osian's ankle and threw him far away with all his strength.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Osian flew through the air, smashing through three towering skyscraper buildings. Osian took a stance in midair and stabbed his sword into the ground.

Kagagagak.

His body barely stopped. At that moment, the area below Osian's feet swelled up red.

Puhwaaaak! Pubububububung!

Gigantic flames and firepower burst out. It was flames spewed from the mouth of a man reminiscent of a circus performer beneath Osian's feet.

The fellow looked at the empty sky unfolding above his head and laughed.

"Hihihi! He must be dead from this!"

Scratch!

The circus performer familiar split vertically and died. Beyond the fallen fellow's corpse, Osian stood perfectly fine. There wasn't even a scorch mark on his brilliant armor.

Osian stood at the edge of the building, more than half of which had been blown away.

"You sent me quite far."

At this distance, let's see. One good ground kick should be enough.

Osian lowered his body. His body then leaped powerfully, imbued with tremendous strength. Part of the building where Osian had stepped could not withstand the force and came crashing down.

A pitch-black spear flew toward the approaching Osian. It was so gigantic that its size was reminiscent of a temple pillar.

Clang! He deflected the first incoming spear blade. But that alone greatly reduced his jumping power. Osian twisted his body onto the second incoming spear and landed on it. Then he leaped again, stepping on the spear shaft.

The consecutively incoming black spears were deflected by Osian's sword. The familiars broke out in cold sweat at the sight.

The sight of the black lines aiming at the tiny white dot bending in chunks as if gravity itself were distorted was nothing short of bizarre.

And that white dot gradually drew closer, until at last it landed right before their noses.

"Block him! Protect Mother!"

Humpty Dumpty shouted. The familiars rushed toward Osian all at once. Osian stomped his foot hard. Cracks like spider webs were drawn on the ground, and debris rose up. From that impact alone, the familiars' bodies floated up.

At the same time, Osian took a stance holding his sword. The moment his sword light flashed. A single flash of light split into more than ten, nearly one hundred. The divided light streams became sharp slashes and swept across the entire area.

Everything within a 30-meter radius centered on Osian was shattered and disappeared.

Whether the familiars were strong or not was irrelevant. How tenacious their life force was, how hard their bodies were—none of it mattered.

Before a knight's sword, all of that was merely an illusion. Amid the cascading debris, Osian's eyes gleamed sharp and blue.

The remaining familiars were overwhelmed by the sight. They felt fear.

Even their sense of mission to protect their mother paled for a moment.

"At this rate, only my children will keep dying."

It was then that Mother Goose spoke.

She stepped forward with light, rustling steps.

"M-Mother."

"From here on, I must step forward myself."

Osian's eyes narrowed. A witch who should be summoning familiars said she would step forward herself. The question was quickly resolved. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Mother Goose created a book above her right hand along with light. It was an old book beautifully decorated.

"Nursery Rhyme."

With a sweet voice as if reciting a lullaby.

Sharararak.

The pages of the book turned on their own. The paper that separated by itself circled around Mother Goose as if fluttering in the wind.

The papers gathered all at once and formed a spear. It was the perfect size for Mother Goose's body. Letters written in the witch's language glowed dimly.

Above Mother Goose's head, a ring made of gathered paper floated up.

Mother Goose took a combat stance but Osian sneered at the sight.

"You intend to engage in personal combat against a knight. Your will is commendable."

"I wanted to fight like this at least once. If it's too much for you, you don't have to come."

"As if."

Mother Goose turned around. It was because Osian, who had been in front, was now speaking from behind her back.

Osian's armor had somehow been dyed blue.

"Huh?"

At the same time, frost descended upon Mother Goose's body, and her body instantly shattered into pieces and scattered. It was a sight where she couldn't even perceive that she had been cut.

Osian looked back at the scattered pieces of Mother Goose.

"This is..."

Mother Goose's severed body was rewinding time as if in reverse and returning to its original form.

"A slash imbued with a chilling cold that freezes to the bone, coming in 23 times in that instant. What a surprising experience."

One of the familiar's bodies that had been near Mother Goose froze from the 23 slashes and collapsed.

"...As expected of a witch."

Osian focused strength in his eyes. He could see translucent threads floating from the paper ring that floated above Mother Goose's head.

The threads, so transparent that their existence was hard to perceive unless one paid attention, scattered in all directions and were connected to the familiars.

Life Link.

Mother Goose's life was connected to her familiars.