I Obtained Sword God Level Talent - Chapter 27

Snow Flower (3)

Crack!

The shattered carriage collapsed.

Fortunately, all three of us had trained in mana. It wasn’t difficult to jump out of the carriage the moment it was lifted into the air.

Thwack!

“Oh ho.”
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“……!”

We landed safely on the road. The culprit behind the carriage’s destruction let out an impressed sound.

“Not bad. I expected you weren’t ordinary, judging from what you did back there!”

Clap! Clap!

Perhaps he found our smooth landing amusing? The man in red laughed heartily, even clapping his hands.

“……Blood Slaughterer.”

Knowing his identity, I spoke in a heavy voice.

Blood Slaughterer. The last descendant of the Blood Cult, a villain who would settle in the Western Continent and cause all sorts of trouble in the future.
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“Huh? How do you know my identity?”

His carefree laughter stopped abruptly. And he spoke, his monstrous face, covered in burns, contorting.

“…….”

I didn’t answer, instead, I scanned the surroundings with a grave expression.

Judging from the auras I could sense, there were countless enemies besides him at this scene. The Blood Slaughterer himself was a formidable opponent at the 7th rank. Even if the three of us combined our strength, we wouldn’t be able to defeat him.

‘Damn it.’

I couldn’t help but bite my lip at the extremely dangerous situation.

The Blood Slaughterer was strong. Around the mid-game, when he was finally defeated by the (Sword Saint), players could also defeat him relatively easily. But this was still the very beginning of the game, before we had even reached the main storyline of (Silver Ring).

This meant that…

‘…Our odds of winning are slim.’

It represented a harsh reality. I faced the situation head-on.

Rank, in other words, the level of mastery in (Silver Ring), was absolute. Even if a genius armed with powerful traits appeared, could they possibly defeat someone like the Heavenly Demon or the Sword Saint right from the start?

No.

Ranks and levels existed to prevent such ‘irregularities’. A cat couldn’t defeat a tiger. That was the common sense of this world.

“F-Frey…”

Ariel, who was still in my arms, trembled slightly. Her fear was transmitted through her skin and clothes.

It seemed Ariel also sensed that this monster’s power far exceeded our own.

“…What do you want?”

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“What I want?”

Smirk.

The Blood Slaughterer, his lips curling up in a grotesque smile, countered my question with a question. He seemed to find my question incredibly absurd, as he burst into laughter and shouted,

“Death! It’s death! Offer us your blood and flesh. That is your only duty! Hahaha!”

“……It’s dangerous. He’s at least a 7th rank opponent.”

Lancelot, who had been eyeing him with wary eyes, approached me and spoke.

I knew that too. That Blood Slaughterer bastard was a 7th rank. In other words… he was two ranks above Lancelot and me.

“Ariel, step back.”

“Wh-What? What do you mean? Frey. Are you going to fight that person?”

I gently put Ariel down and pushed her back. Her disbelieving voice immediately reached my ears.

“There’s no other choice.”

I knew the chances of defeating him in a fight were slim.

But what if we ran? The result would be the same. No, our chances of survival would be even lower. I knew that even if one of us escaped by sacrificing ourselves as a decoy, we would be caught soon enough.

That’s why.

Shing!

“We fight. Lancelot, protect Ariel.”

“Hmm. Frey, you’re going to fight him?”

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“Of course. Once the fight starts, his subordinates will target Ariel. Mages are the biggest variables on the battlefield.”
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“I understand.”

Lancelot nodded silently without another word.

He knew too. This was the only option we had left.

“Hehehe! Such touching friendship. I never thought a mere 5th-rank scum like you would dare challenge me.”

Clank! Clank!

The Blood Slaughterer dragged his saber along the ground, making a grating sound, and began to walk slowly towards us.

Gulp!

I swallowed dryly.

An insurmountable enemy. An unavoidable clash. A reality I could never have imagined while playing the original game. It made my blood run cold.

Clang!

I drew my sword and stared at the enemy with unwavering eyes.

7th rank, level 79. His characteristic: (Regeneration). The enemy, whose power far surpassed our own, radiated a thick, murderous aura.

“Ariel.”

“…Yes.”

“I have one favor to ask.”

“Hmm, a favor?”

“After this battle is over, I want to hear the truth that you’ve been hiding.”

I admit it. I’m a coward. But I’m dying of curiosity, so what else can I do?

“……!”

Ariel covered her mouth, unable to speak. I walked onto the battlefield without waiting for her answer.

My legs trembled as I walked, step by step. The traits (Calm), (Clear-Headed), and (Cold-Blooded) aided my will, but the overwhelming wall of reality bound my entire being.
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“…Huh! Should I call you a formidable opponent, or just a reckless minnow?”

The Blood Slaughterer clicked his tongue, looking at my defiant stance.

From his perspective, it must have been absurd. He probably thought we would crumble in fear, screaming in despair at the overwhelming power gap between us.

“You, are you a knight of the Western Continent?”

“…Why do you ask?”

“I’m curious. You look… like those knights who value their honor so much!”

The Blood Slaughterer shrugged and burst into laughter.

And then.

“Attack!”

The man shouted, his expression shifting into a beastly snarl.

Crackle! Rustle!

At the same time, about ten Blood Servants emerged from the forest.

Unlike the ones we encountered in the village, these were guys who had properly trained in martial arts. They persistently aimed for Lancelot and Ariel’s vital points.

Slash! Clank!

Fortunately, Lancelot was holding his own against the multiple enemies. There weren’t that many attackers to begin with. If it weren’t for the Blood Slaughterer, who was the biggest threat, we could be confident of victory.

Ariel’s magic should turn the tide in our favor.

“Hehe, shall we begin as well?”

The Blood Slaughterer, his saber hanging loosely, laughed cruelly. He had been watching the clash between his subordinates and Lancelot with amusement, but now his saber was raised.

And.

Boom!

He kicked off the ground. The ground beneath his feet crumbled into dust. His saber flew through the air, aimed at my neck.

Clang!

“Ugh!”

My sword clashed with his saber. A metallic taste of blood immediately filled my mouth.

I had channeled as much mana as I could right before the impact, but the Blood Slaughterer’s saber effortlessly overwhelmed my mana.

“Interesting. You’re just a young brat who recently reached the 5th rank, aren’t you?”

A hideous smile spread across his burn-scarred face. I felt a chill and quickly turned my head. In that split second, his foot appeared, seemingly defying space.

Whoosh!

“Oh ho. You dodged that?”

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Tap, tap. I hurriedly created distance, and the Blood Slaughterer exclaimed in surprise. His lips were stretched wide in a grin. The expression on his face, as if he was enjoying this fight, was like a child who enjoyed tearing the wings off dragonflies.
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“Let’s see you block this!”

The Blood Slaughterer charged towards me, instantly closing the distance. I moved my legs quickly, his speed too fast for my eyes to follow.

Whoooosh!

Roaming Cloud Steps.

The teachings of the benevolent Sword Demon. The footwork created by the great master of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult unfolded. The mystical movements created faint afterimages.

Swoosh!

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‘…A gap!’

Even this 7th-rank enemy had an opening. The opening shone so brightly that I couldn’t miss it.

Swooooosh!

I channeled mana into my jet-black blade. Dark Sword Qi surged towards the gap.

“Y-You…!”

The Blood Slaughterer let out a startled cry as my attack, twisting my body at an angle, caught him off guard amidst our chaotic clash.

“…Damn it!”

I frowned as he reacted instantly.

His opening had given me a sense of certainty. But in that fleeting moment, the light dimmed. His evasion far surpassed my power and speed.

But I wouldn’t back down. The opening was still valid. So I thrust my sword through the gap.

Slash!

“…Huh!”

The Blood Slaughterer, as if struck by a sudden chill, took a few steps back. And he touched his severed hair.

“Huu… Ehehehe!”

“…Crazy bastard.”

He had almost lost his head, yet he let out a strange laugh. It was a reaction no ordinary person could understand.

“Interesting. Interesting! Hahahahahaha!”

He burst into laughter like a madman. Perhaps he couldn’t believe that a mere 5th-rank swordsman could sever his hair. Or perhaps he was amused by the fact that I had discovered his weakness.

Thwack!

“Come.”

I gripped my sword tighter and muttered softly. We had only exchanged two blows. This meant that he hadn’t fully revealed his abilities yet.

“You’re quite the madman. But you have the skill and talent to back it up, so this is quite entertaining.”

Hooo—!

The Blood Slaughterer’s eyes began to glow red.

It was proof that he was channeling his Blood Demonic Arts, his specialty. His crimson eyes, radiating a bloody aura, stared at me like a predator eyeing its prey.

“Now… Let’s see you handle this!”

His saber was dyed with blood, with mana.

And.
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Tap!

The Blood Slaughterer, closing the distance at an impossible speed, swung his saber. The bloody mana, imbued with the resentment of countless victims, filled the space.

Swoosh!

Excruciating pain shot through my entire body. The bloody mana… pierced through my body as if it possessed a will of its own. I gritted my teeth and channeled my mana with all my might.

I couldn’t collapse. I couldn’t lose. I couldn’t lose to this bastard!

But it was then.

“Frey! I’ve finished off the others!”

“W-Wait! I’ll support you…!”

“Oh ho. A rather competent mage, aren’t you?”

The Blood Slaughterer’s eyes darted around mid-battle. His red gaze turned to the two people behind the front lines.

Swoosh!

Pushing his saber away, he threw himself towards them like a ghost. At a speed I couldn’t even react to, the Blood Slaughterer charged towards Lancelot and Ariel.

And then.

Slash! Splat!

“No———!”

Bright red blood splattered.