The Great Sword is not the Main Body!-Chapter 69: Black Knight Kalt (2)

The beast that swallows the cult's plan.

The demon who creates variables.

The human who does not appear in the prophecy.

A sun of this world, a unique god, and the master of the end.

An existence even Lilith could not observe.

A beast with such a glorious alias.

Was infinitely weak.

Contrary to what the cult feared, it was weaker than the challenger lying over there.

The sword swung by force was light, and the swordsmanship was monotonous.

It had no technique, only relying on instincts and raw senses.

It could be cut at any time, and could be killed at any time.

And so, I cut it.

I split the flesh.

I broke the bones, and tore through the innards.

I displayed overwhelming strength.

I did not kill, but showed my companions the dreadful scene before their eyes.

I made the challenger I should have killed crippled.

I tortured the priestess I was closest to.

But why?

Why does it not break?

Why does it not show rage?

Why does it not despair?

Why does it rise?

I feel a chill.

An unknown fear rises.

My instincts scream for me to cut off its head immediately.

But my body refuses it.

My body does not move.

Cold sweat runs down my back.

Since becoming a master, have I ever felt this way before?

This is the second time, isn’t it?

A bitter laugh escapes my lips.

The first time was also with a little girl wielding a greatsword.

And now, the second time...

I retrieve the shadow I let slip into the air and wrap it around my body.

I steady my breath and watch the staggering girl.

Her legs, still on the ground, groan as if they would break at any moment.

Her hands, gripping the greatsword, look as if they can barely hold on due to the leather.

From the wound I inflicted, blood still pours out relentlessly, and blood from internal injuries splashes out too.

At first glance, it seems like it could be subdued with bare hands.

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However, I cannot approach.

I cannot move recklessly.

This is not human power.

Nor is it the power of a monster.

It feels similar to...

The blessing of a goddess, eroding my body.

After a brief moment.

The beast fully rises, laughing as it charges forward.

I swung my sword to deflect the oncoming greatsword.

Fwosh-!

I couldn’t deflect it.

I was cut.

"Hah."

Blood bursts from the torn chest.

This is not the blessing of a goddess.

It is the opposite kind of power.

A cursed, unsettling power.

It shredded my chest.

A completely different, incomprehensible force hits me.

I adjust my posture and spread my senses.

Once again, I swing my sword at the charging beast.

Clang-

The swords collide.

It doesn’t bounce off.

It doesn’t push me back or slip away.

It simply stays locked, and it stares into my face.

Its eyes, like an abyss, lock onto mine.

An emotionless expression.

An emotionless gaze, devoid of anything, stares at me.

I shook my sword, throwing the beast off.

Its bloody body crashes into the ground.

It rises again.

Staggering, it walks back toward me.

It runs.

It kicks off the ground and charges at me again.

A downwards, heavy swing.

Its movements are large.

There are plenty of openings.

My right side is exposed.

I swung my sword, wrapped in shadows, at that exposed spot.

With nothing but power in the motion.

With the heavy greatsword.

This attack couldn’t be blocked.

I could see the beast’s body splitting in half.

However.

Crack- Snap-

I was cut.

My body was cut.

My arm twisted at an impossible angle, and the greatsword cleaved through my back.

It broke its own arm.

The red energy running through its body twisted its arm.

It was a mad act, only possible by madness.

The beast’s red-bone sword pierced through my flesh.

Between the torn skin, my spine was exposed.

I raised my knee and kicked the beast’s abdomen.

I felt the sensation of broken ribs.

Blood from its mouth splattered everywhere.

I immediately swung my sword.

Clang-! Again, its bones snapped as it blocked my sword.

"You’re crazy."

I shook off the sword and created distance.

I surrounded myself with shadows to suppress the wound.

This time, I strike first.

I moved my foot.

In a split second.

I reached its front.

At the same moment, our swords collided.

The force pushed my sword back.

I gripped my sword with both hands.

I added strength, loading it with shadows, and slammed it down.

The beast’s right hand detached from the greatsword.

The weakened force pulled me forward.

The sword split its left shoulder.

Its fingers clawed at my right eye.

Then.

A terrible energy pierced my mind.

The red energy flowing through its fingers ravaged my head.

A mind-splitting pain.

Suddenly, sharp pain seized my body.

My vision spun in chaos, and nausea rose sharply.

Ugh!

I yanked my sword out of the beast’s shoulder and swung again.

The beast twisted.

It twisted at an impossible angle.

Its spine curved in a way that a human would have been instantly crippled.

This caused my sword to cut through the air.

I kicked out my leg, shoving the beast away, and steadied my breath.

The pain subsides.

The shadow rising replaces my damaged eye.

Bleeding stops.

The beast charges again.

I must not let it touch me.

I must not allow its energy to disturb my magic.

I created distance and swiped at the swinging sword.

Dozens, hundreds of exchanges.

With each one,

Its strength grows.

Its speed increases.

Its momentum sharpens.

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The red energy once raging begins to darken.

It writhes of its own accord.

Dozens of tendrils lash toward me.

They twist, grab, and snap.

They swirl and bend, creating wounds.

The wounds stir, disorienting me.

They create excruciating pain.

They dull my reason.

The more I fight,

The longer it drags on,

The stronger it grows.

In contrast, my body weakens.

The red energy in my veins tears my blood vessels.

It paralyzes my muscles and blurs my senses.

It devours my magic.

I gathered the shadow wrapped around my body into my sword.

I formed points and drew lines.

The ever-condensed shadow shot toward the beast’s mouth.

But.

Like that calm demeanor I had shown earlier.

I cut again.

This opened a gap in the beast.

I stabbed my sword into its abdomen, twisted it, and pulled it out.

The meat visible from its innards came out with it.

But, at the same time.

The beast grabbed my sword.

It opened its mouth.

Its teeth sank into my neck.

My sword pierced its hand.

Crunch-

Grrk-!

An overwhelming pain flooded through me.

I elbowed its stomach.

It didn’t fall.

Once more.

Again.

I kept striking.

The beast’s ribs shattered.

Until I lost all sensation.

I struck endlessly.

And when I had torn away half of my neck's flesh.

The beast fell.

It crashed to the ground.

The beast, staggering, spat out my flesh.

And then.

It laughed.

It ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) charged again.

It swiped away my sword.

But.

It was no longer the same outward parrying I had seen before.

It was an inward pull.

The beast’s center of gravity shifted.

Its teeth bit into my shoulder.

I pushed it away and swung my sword.

I sent the shadows flying.

Its body, cut by the sword and crushed by the shadows.

It stubbornly rises.

The red energy supports its body.

And it charges again.

It charges and bites my body.

It swings the greatsword, cutting my skin.

It repeats the cycle hundreds, thousands of times.

Through the night, until the sun rises, it does not stop.

And still, it laughs.

Laughing, covered in blood.

Its limbs twisted, it desperately crawls and laughs.

Its stomach splits open, guts spilling out, yet it seals it with red energy.

It laughs.

It laughs.

It laughs.

It laughs.

That sight is bizarre.

I can’t understand it.

I don’t want to understand it.

It is neither human nor beast.

I don’t know what it is.

Seeing that, I feel like I might go mad.

Have I ever been cornered like this since becoming a master?

No, I may not even be able to call this a corner.

If I swung my sword, I could cut its neck at any moment.

But, it is impossible.

I don’t know why.

My sword touches its body,

But I cannot kill it.

I can strike, but I cannot sever its life.

The will of the world.

It does not wish for its death.

I cannot kill it.

If more time passes like this,

My body will grow weaker.

And that thing will grow stronger.

If I escape this position and hope for the next...

I may no longer be able to handle it.

Then, if I give up?

The blessing lodged in my body will never let me go.

I have no remaining options.

I must take the risk.

This is the second time...

After completing my thoughts, I pulled all my magic from within.

As I deflected the oncoming greatsword, I filled the space with shadows.

From the beast’s corpse.

From the monster’s corpse.

From the bodies of the humans I killed on the way up.

From the remnants of divine power floating in the air.

From the blood that turned the ground to mud.

From within my body.

Even my life force, twisted.

I gathered the shadows.

The swirling shadows solidify.

They take shape and cling to my body.

A fierce wave surges.

The beast tumbles on the ground.

I stepped back and let go of my sword.

The sword floating in the air pierced my heart.

The sword embedded itself into my body.

Slowly.

I opened my mouth.

I wish.

I yearn.

I prayed.

"Power, I desire it."

Beyond the realm of humans.

Not reversing fate, but following it.

Only a master could use it, the power awakens.

In my mind.

[What can you give me?]

A voice mixed with mockery rings.

"Ten years."

[Hehe... nice. It’s half of last time, but not bad.]

The origin of the world stirs.

In that instant.

An unimaginable power.

The power awakens.

Slowly, I raised my arm.

I swung it.

The sky tore.

The sun split.

A black sun appeared.