I Became a 6★ Gacha Character-Chapter 215: Source of Corruption 4

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The more I learn about the character Roland, the more I wonder what is going on in the minds of the creators.

One of the most overpowered skills in Heroines Chronicle,

'Ignore All Damage Reduction Skills' how does a tank have this?

A tank with a skill that completely disregards damage reduction passives, bodyguard abilities that take damage in place of allies, and even the priests protective shields and defensive buffs.

It strikes the opponent's bare body with a ruthless single-target extreme damage skill.

I can't fathom the reason a tank has this dealer-exclusive special ability, but it easily ignored the boss's barrier that nullified physical damage.

{What, what is this, exactly?}

Nevertheless, the boss is still a boss, barely alive with a crack on its skull, demonstrating that the difficulty has indeed increased from the 40th floor.

Despite being continuously beaten, it still clings to life.

After all, even in an easy game, it's only in the early stages that a tank can solo a boss.

Thanks to this, I had the opportunity to get used to wielding a great sword, not a hammer, against the skeleton punching bag.

With the temple's joining and the creation of a safe floor, changing the field itself, trying to one-shot one-kill the boss as a tank character was a bit shameless.

Of course, I had transformed into a damage dealer, but the opponent was also a boss.

{What? How did my barrier...?}

The duration was about 5 minutes, and the cooldown was probably 24 hours.

In that brief yet long time, the skeleton, beaten like a dog, lay strewn on the ground.

Only its skull remained.

The necromancer robe, which had enveloped the gaunt skeleton, couldn't withstand the burning aura and turned to a pinch of ash, while its bony body also disintegrated into dust, merging with the dirt of the open field.

All that remained was the jaw-clacking skull, its voice-emitting staff, and Han Se-ah's camera, which had returned at some point and was filming everything.

"Phew, you're quite resilient. How can a necromancer be so sturdy?"

{Where do you think the life force, refined from divine energy, resides?!}

The creature retorted to my muttering as if it felt wronged.

It was furious, maybe it felt the word 'sturdy' was crude and barbaric.

Perhaps it's because the doppelganger army is gone that he ended up with all these bug-like specs.

Does this mean I should really follow the quest line properly from now on?

I can summon Durandal for 5 minutes a day with 'Bloodline of Hector', but soloing bosses doesn't seem like a good idea.

Although an unknown entity intervened to give me this skill through a quest, it's unlikely this will keep happening on the 50th, 60th floors, and so on.

The overpowered sturdiness of 6 'Paladin' Roland works even on the 40th floor, but relying solely on brute attacks enhanced with mana without a decent offensive skill is becoming less effective.

Regular monsters might be as easy as eating cake, but boss monsters are not just cakes they're more like giant wedding cakes, at least 3 meters high.

"Roland, Sir Roland!"

"Hmm?"

{How dare the dogs of the Goddess come here?}

While I was thinking this and lightly tapping the skull with my returned warhammer and shield, a booming voice echoed.

Turning around, I saw something white soaring through the air from the slope... or rather, plummeting.

The temple knights, rather than taking the gentle slope, enveloped themselves in divine energy and leaped off the cliff.

Watching the knights fall like shooting stars into the dark clearing, the word 'angelic' came to mind first.

"Oh, oh wow! The Holy Sword, you've been chosen by the Holy Sword!"

"The Holy Sword, you say?"

Even the usually dignified temple knights swarmed me like overzealous fan club members meeting an idol for the first time, or like cultists in the throes of religious fervor, screaming about the coming of their testament.

Completely ignoring the toxic air filling the open field and the skull of the necromancer, cursing as it lay on the ground, they rushed toward me with sparkling eyes.

Even the hairy tanks from the Adventurer's Guild who admired me weren't this intense.

Maybe the silver lining here is that among the shining-eyed knights, there are a few female knights as well.

"The Holy Sword?"

"Above this evil and unclean pit, we saw it! The radiant Holy Sword that was in Sir Roland's hand!"

Durandal was the Holy Sword?

Given the title Paladin, it seems related to the Goddess Faith...

I know nothing about Durandal except that it's a sword used by Roland, so I couldn't respond.

So, I chose to keep my internet.

Now safe from the threat of the X-Keeper or whatever, I plan to use it more carefully.

Feeling like a high schooler doing something naughty behind a big friend's back, I hid from the camera behind someone's white armor and looked up Roland, Durandal, and Hector on the internet*.

As expected, the info and all sorts of miscellaneous stuff were well organized.

-Wait, he pulled out the Holy Sword while the camera was away?

-Seriously, Se-ah, I'm asking nicely, any chance we can reset just this once?

-Lol, they actually jumped down?

-That's the shortcut. Kinda like how fastest way down from an apartment is through the window.

"No, well, I thought Roland was just buying time. But listening to the temple knights, wasn't Roland chosen? If we reset and the holy sword doesn't appear, I feel like things might get ruined."

Roughly, Hector was a hero in Trojan mythology who fought for honor and was called the first knight.

Roland, also a knight from literature, supposedly inherited Hector's bloodline.

Therefore, Durandal was actually Hector's sword this was the setting.

Suddenly, the talk about Hector's lineage and the Holy Sword started to make sense.

While the wiki refers to it as just a setting, I'm actually in a situation where I've possessed a game character.

Hector, one of the dual protagonists of Homer's ancient Greek epic 'The Iliad,' and Roland, appear in various medieval and Renaissance literary works.

It seems that a mobile game character was created by combining their backgrounds.

And now, that mobile game character has become my own physical form in this virtual reality game.

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Raei Translations

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Instead of hunting the boss, we ended up capturing it.

Being a highly realistic virtual reality game, it seems it's not always necessary to kill the boss.

After all, this boss isn't like the giant snake on the 30th floor that snacks on large worms, but rather a skeleton with only its skull and a long staff remaining.

The temple knights, having seen the surge of aura while descending the slope, felt the vibrations of Durandal and used divine energy to swiftly descend to the open field.

These fanatical devotees, sensing the holy sword's vibrations, were far more proactive than I expected.

"Prepare the sacred rites, we'll fill this space!"

"In the name of the Goddess, the 40th floor shall be purified!"

I thought I'd just take the skull to the Magic Tower and that would be it, used for gate research or something.

I never expected thousands of frenzied devotees to swarm in.

Robust temple knights fell like meteors wrapped in divine energy.

Priests and nuns, holding relics, turned the treacherous slopes of the abyss into a pilgrimage route, advancing as if to conduct a holy war on the 35th floor.

"A sacred ceremony, it's a sacred ceremony!"

"Ah, ahhh! How foolish of me, not to understand your will"

The Mouth of Calamity.

Even a decayed skull without a tongue is a portal for disaster, proving the ancient sage's words true.

This situation arose because the skull, which cursed the temple knights upon seeing them, proudly boasted about creating the giant tree on the 35th floor.

A vile tree, disrespecting divine energy declared as the target of a holy war.

After destroying it, I, proclaimed as the sword of the holy war, captured the vile necromancer who created the tree.

And that's what led to this situation.

"Thank you, thank you, Sir Roland!"

"Goddess, please forgive the ignorance of your lambs..."

The temple knights had declared a holy war in the name of the Goddess, but all they did was patrol and reduce the number of doppelgngers.

In short, it meant the trigger for the Temple's overreaction had been pressed.

Fanatic button, ON.

Nuns sobbing and reciting the holy scripture, priests bringing small whips to flog themselves, bleeding both blood and divine energy, temple knights tearing their hair out and embedding sacred rites all over the open field.

Witnessing the pandemonium that only religious zeal could create, I wondered if this was hell.

Even the chatty skull quieted down at the sight of this madness.

"I... I'm scared of the temple..."

-Heretics should be taken away.

-Thought it was just a chatty church, but it's more like a psychiatric ward

-No matter how much beer and chicken there is, this really shows it's a medieval world.

-At this point, wouldn't it be more humane to wait a day and then kill the boss?

-I get the nuns crying, but what's with this self-harm show?

Han Se-ah, who had the camera glued to her face, muttered in disgust, likely overwhelmed by the priests beginning a self-flagellation show for penance.

It's not surprising, really.

The temple started hammering divine power into this vast clearing under the guise of purification.

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*searching up roland durandal on google returns: 'Durendal, also spelled Durandal, is the sword of Roland, a legendary paladin and partially historical officer of Charlemagne in French epic literature.'

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