The Great Sword is not the Main Body!-Chapter 80: The Battle of Tylant (3)

Noah watched Tylant's back as it descended from the summit to the entrance with a single jump.

She thought, How did all the seals on Tylant get broken?

Did Lilith use her ‘blessing’?

It would be better if that were the case.

Noah wasn’t sure if she could even face Tylant now that all the seals were undone.

It would likely be a tough fight.

But if she could take down Tylant here, with the blessing still active...

It would be a massive blow to Lilith's plans.

Lilith would try everything to kill her after she killed Tylant and caused the blessing to disappear.

Lilith and Erden’s schemes would come crashing down, but...

That was exactly what Noah wanted.

It might tire her out a bit.

But in the end, everyone would be grateful to her.

Noah kicked off the ground and ran.

She had to bind Tylant’s feet before it could jump again.

Using thirst magic wasn’t a bad idea, but she wouldn't learn anything from that.

First, magic.

Keep your eyes open. If you don't understand it, just memorize it!

She grabbed and controlled the wild magic, mixing it into her bloodstream and sending it through her veins.

She filled every muscle fiber with magic.

She jammed magic into each one of her optic nerves.

Once she finished the preparation...

She unfolded her senses.

Behind her sharp vision, she saw the information unfolding through her sense.

A giant, more than five meters tall.

Four separate pupils moving independently in each of its eyes.

On one side, two arms, four in total.

A bear-like creature, but with the appearance of a lion.

Thousands of teeth visible between its slightly parted jaws.

Claws the size of human hands and feet.

Dozens of centimeters thick leather-like skin.

Each hair that emitted a chilling cold.

The folds of the leather, the muscles beneath, bones, organs, veins, cells.

The flow of magic.

The catalyst embedded in its heart.

The Master's weapon.

Calt's sword.

Again, the flow of magic.

Cells, veins, organs, bones.

Muscle movements.

The folds of its thickened skin.

The hair releasing magic.

Then the picture of its next move appeared.

Finally, it noticed Noah. How arrogant.

Tylant's head turned.

There was no sign beforehand.

Icicles rose from the ground.

They fell from the sky.

Walls of ice burst from the air, blocking the exit.

Chunks of ice, the size of fists, filled her field of vision.

Noah kept her eyes wide open and observed everything.

Managing her magic, the next lesson: greatsword techniques.

She held her breath, stepping into a deep stance.

Her left foot twisted as snowflakes scattered in every direction.

Her waist followed suit.

She applied just enough force to her abdomen and shoulders, but her grip on the sword was almost too strong to break.

The greatsword swung.

There was no sound.

Everything that charged toward her was cut down.

Noah engraved every move into her body.

Got it.

This is how you use a greatsword.

Tylant’s mouth twisted.

Its body moved, still no sign.

One step.

The ground cracked open.

Two steps.

A hole appeared in the sky.

Three steps, then an attack.

A wild roar mixed with a blizzard obstructed her view.

Thousands of icicles shot toward her from the air.

A clawed hand swiped at her, the ground cracked open like a maw to swallow her.

Ice chunks like meteors fell from the hole in the sky.

A natural disaster.

A catastrophe that no mere human could withstand.

Noah moved regardless.

She wielded her greatsword, clearing the blizzard.

Twisting and slashing the icicles away.

Her body flowed with the storm as she let the sword slip, her claws bouncing off her.

The ground cracked beneath her as she stomped, halting her advance.

Focusing her senses, she found the weak points.

She slashed.

Then she ran toward Tylant, landing a punch.

Crunch- dozens of teeth broke off.

The broken teeth were replaced by ice.

Frost began to form on her fist.

She immediately channeled the remaining elixir into her hand, heating it just before frostbite could settle in.

So far, this Tylant felt similar to the one she had previously faced, the one with fewer seals broken.

But there must be something else.

She gripped the greatsword tightly and charged forward.

Slashing through the attacks that obstructed her vision, she swung her greatsword.

Thwack- crunch-

The greatsword, swung as if shooting, slashed through fur and dug deep into the skin.

[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRR---!!]

With the greatsword lodged in, the skin began to regenerate.

She gripped the hilt with reverse force and pulled it free.

Splat- crimson blood splattered onto the white ground.

Using the recoil, she spun her body, swinging the greatsword again.

Had this been Karpen, her arms would have been shattered by the speed of the swing.

Ka-ching-

Tylant caught her sword in one of its hands.

Immediately, the remaining three arms swung toward her.

The storm howled. The blade-like snowstorm poured.

Icicles, ice clumps, and masses.

Death approached.

She focused her magic on her arms.

The untrained muscles screamed in protest.

Her veins swelled, about to burst, and her skin turned dark from the strain.

Crunch- she pulled the sword from Tylant’s grasp, its hand cracked open and blood spilled onto the floor.

More magic surged through her to ward off the oncoming death, slashing, pushing, stabbing.

She twisted, gripped, and slashed Tylant’s ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) arm with the greatsword.

She had expected it, but couldn’t cut through completely.

Even with a little gathered magic, her arm’s state was disastrous.

But Tylant’s arm was just as bad.

Its severed arm dangled, spilling blood.

Noah immediately used some of her elixir to heal herself.

The snowstorm gathered around Tylant’s injured arm to protect it.

The snow from the mountain gathered, flowing toward Tylant.

She took a quick breath and ran again.

Every snowflake she passed became a blade, scraping against her skin.

Even the snow on the ground turned into a sharp weapon, fired at her.

She focused her senses and drew a line of openings.

She followed the path, adjusting her steps, pausing, twisting, and turning.

Tiny movements.

Thousands of snowflakes seemed to avoid her body.

Tylant’s brow furrowed more deeply.

The wind rose, and the movements of the snowflakes shifted.

Things that were floating fell, while those that had settled rose.

New snowflakes fell, swirling, scattering.

She didn’t miss a single one.

At times, she used the greatsword, at others, she allowed herself to be hit.

She avoided everything.

Hot liquid spilled from the snowflakes.

She dashed toward Tylant, letting the blood drip onto her lips.

Crunch- clash-!

Every time her greatsword and its claws collided, the sky shook.

The deafening noise felt like it resonated inside her skull.

The vibrations ran through her body.

She clenched the bloodied sword hilt, swinging it with all her might.

Tylant’s body began to form fresh wounds.

These fresh wounds became gashes.

The gashes split open, pouring out blood.

Noah's own body felt the strain.

She hadn’t been hit directly, but using her muscles to the limit made blood seep through her skin.

But she didn’t stop.

If the flow broke now, Tylant could regain control.

She had to keep chipping away at Tylant’s strength until the second phase began.

She dodged the slashing arms and sliced through the other.

The arm, pouring blood, writhed and surged upward.

The remaining three arms stretched out to grab her.

She held the greatsword horizontally and spun.

Crunch- the sword didn’t cut through the fur-lined magic she’d wrapped around her, but it was enough to stop the hands from closing in.

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She immediately stomped on Tylant’s knee and jumped, landing a kick to its chin.

Thunk- the greatsword slammed down on its jaw.

A tremendous recoil hit her hands.

The numb sensation was used to strike even harder.

Bang- bang- bang- blood spilled from Tylant’s blackened nose.

Blood droplets rose into the air, covered in frost, turning into blades, and shooting toward her.

Noah held her breath and deflected the incoming blades.

Her exhaled breath froze mid-air, falling to her feet as icicles.

Leaning against the greatsword, she kicked her leg up.

In that instant, magic gathered and shattered the icicle beneath her foot.

The shattered pieces turned into weapons and rushed at her.

She roared, scattering everything.

The burst of magic created a blizzard of snowflakes.

It blocked her view.

A chuckle escaped her lips.

“I was blind to begin with, you idiot.”

She closed her eyes and extended her senses.

Tylant’s form became sharply defined.

Breaking through the snowstorm, she thrust the greatsword into Tylant’s kneecap.

[GRAAAAAAAAAAA---!]

She heard Tylant’s scream, filled with panic.

Without hesitation, she slammed her elbow into the greatsword.

Crunch- the sensation of muscles being torn through shot through her.

The greatsword lodged between the muscles and didn’t move.

She grabbed an icicle from the ground.

The freezing chill of it pierced her bones.

Tylant’s arm swung.

With minimal movement, she dodged.

Another arm swung toward her.

She waited.

Slowly.

She ducked, and several of Tylant’s hairs were sliced off.

She rammed the icicle into its foot. The claws fell out.

Her narrowly avoided movements made Tylant’s claws tear at its own thigh.

The icicles summoned by Tylant pierced its feet.

Tylant’s muscles twitched as it tried to pull its greatsword.

She felt the tiniest movements in the muscles that had gripped the sword.

And she immediately yanked the sword free.

Flesh—whether muscle or skin—splattered across her face.

[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRR--!!]

Tylant’s scream was even louder, filled with rage.

She used the elixir to heal her wounds.

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The snowstorm dispersed.

Her vision cleared.

This whole area was soaked in Tylant’s blood.

Its once-white fur was now stained with red.

She checked her range of movement.

Still no issues.

She rushed forward again.

Tylant’s movements had become more monotonous due to its anger.

But its power had increased tenfold.

Its breath froze the oxygen, turning it into snowballs.

She deflected all magic, shooting away the claws.

Then she slashed.

She slashed, stabbed, twisted, split, and crushed.

With every movement, the pressure of magic surrounding her grew stronger.

But she didn’t stop.

She had to keep going.

For more than two hours.

After thousands of exchanges...

She severed both of Tylant’s arms.

She pulled out all its teeth.

Tylant’s roars faded.

Even its heavy breathing quieted.

Its glare, now devoid of anger, met hers.

Even the demonic energy surrounding them started to waver.

No more white to be seen.

Only red stained the middle of Karahan.

The snow began to fall again.

But this wasn’t white snow.

It was blue snow.

Tylant’s second phase began.

Noah unleashed all the magic she had been holding back.

The burst of crimson magic pushed back the blue snow.

It was working.

Noah’s second phase had begun.