I Obtained Sword God Level Talent - Chapter 29

Snow Flower (5)

Thud.

Thud.

Frey walked with slow steps.

The 7th rank Blood Slaughterer, the leader of the Blood Cult, had vanished without a trace. The man, who had taken a devastating blow from the fusion of mana and primordial Qi at the end of our fierce battle, had turned into a puddle of blood.

But.

Thud.

Despite achieving a valuable victory, Frey’s steps were devoid of strength. Or to be more precise, they were devoid of ‘life’. He looked like a zombie from a horror movie.

“F-Frey…?”

Ariel, who had witnessed Frey’s unbelievable transformation just now, trembled.

Something… something so shocking that words couldn’t describe it had happened. The expectation that Frey would reach a higher level had been shattered.

Thud.

Frey’s slow steps lacked even a hint of strength.

Like a doll with its mana circuits meticulously crafted. Step by step, Frey moved towards Lancelot and Ariel, who had collapsed on the ground.

“You did well, both of you.”

Swoosh.

Frey, kneeling on one knee, raised his trembling hand.
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“Ah……”

His hand, stained with blood, caressed their shoulders. Lancelot, who had collapsed, seemed to have finally relaxed, letting out a deep sigh and completely sprawled on the ground.

“Did we… win?”
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Lancelot, his eyes closed, muttered softly. Frey turned his face slightly and nodded silently.

“Yes. We defeated… the enemy leader.”

“……Good work.”

Lancelot struggled to sit up. And he didn’t hold back his praise for his friend.
This wa s c o p i e d f r o m k i ng m t l . o r g

He had witnessed a man pushing himself to his limits and achieving new heights.

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He had achieved the impossible, defeating a 7th-rank opponent despite being a 5th rank himself.

“But something…”

Tremble, tremble.

Frey, still kneeling, raised his hand.

“It feels… It feels strange.”

His trembling voice was unlike anything they had heard from Frey before. It was a pathetic sound, unlike the Frey who had always faced adversity with a stoic expression.

“…Strange?”

Lancelot sensed something was amiss.

He was always pale, but now Frey looked even worse.

Was it because of blood loss? Or perhaps his mana had been depleted during the battle? Or maybe he was experiencing a sudden wave of disgust at the act of killing?

It was then.

“Ugh!”

Frey, who had been trembling, suddenly started vomiting. A shocking scene then unfolded before the eyes of Lancelot and Ariel.

…Blood?

It wasn’t ordinary bleeding. The amount of blood was too much to be caused by internal injuries or Qi Deviation.

And…

“Black……”

Ariel, who was lying on the ground, gasped.

The blood Frey was vomiting was black. It was different from the color of normal blood. To put it into an analogy, it looked like the blood of someone whose internal organs were burning.

“Ah……”

Swoosh.

Frey, who had been wiping the blood off his mouth and chin, raised his hand.

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He didn’t understand. Frey couldn’t comprehend what was happening. Excessive bleeding… Was that it? Or perhaps his organs had been fatally damaged by the bloody mana?

Thud!

“Frey…!”

“F-Frey? Hey! Wake up!”

It was at that moment that Frey’s face, which had been trembling, fell to the ground.

Lancelot and Ariel, who hurriedly lifted him up, turned pale.

They couldn’t understand what was happening either. But one thing was certain: Frey wasn’t in good condition.

It wouldn’t be strange if they had to rush to a Cardinal-level priest for healing!

“He’s lost consciousness. His breathing… it’s abnormally weak. He’s going to die!”

Lancelot’s gaze, filled with urgency, examined Frey’s body.

It wasn’t a joking matter. Unlike Lancelot and Ariel, who had suffered hamstring injuries and abdominal wounds from the Blood Slaughterer’s surprise attack, Frey had been pierced by the saber all over his body.

An immense amount of blood loss, his body eerily devoid of life. The two of them sensed it. Frey’s soul was about to leave his cold body.

“Woman! You said you were studying life magic, didn’t you?!”

“L-Life magic is completely different from the healing magic priests use! It’s impossible to breathe life into someone whose mana core is destroyed! It could kill Frey!”

“Wh-What…?!”

Lancelot’s eyes widened at Ariel’s unusual outburst.

Then… then was his friend going to die? After achieving the miraculous feat of defeating a 7th-rank enemy despite being a 5th-rank swordsman?

“…Damn it!”

An uncharacteristic curse escaped Lancelot’s lips. They didn’t have any holy water or potions. The answer was clear.

Swoosh.

“Wh-What are you doing…?”

His following action was simple. He hoisted the limp Frey over his left shoulder and Ariel, whose hamstring and ‘mana core’ had been destroyed, over his right shoulder.

“Let’s go. To the church.”

Lancelot’s reply, his expression heavy, was brief. Blood was still gushing from the unhealed wounds on his legs.

“You’re taking us with you in that state?! Do you even know where the church is?!”

Ariel’s expression was incredulous.

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The Blood Slaughterer’s attacks were swift and brutal. First, he had severed their hamstrings. And then he had stabbed Ariel, the greatest variable in the battle, in the lower abdomen.

This meant that…

“Ugh……”

Tremble, tremble!

…Lancelot couldn’t use his legs.

And yet, Lancelot was stubbornly carrying them both. He channeled his mana into his severed hamstrings, trying to achieve the physically impossible.

“Uwaaaagh———!”
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Thwack!

And then, something amazing happened. Lancelot, with Frey and Ariel on his shoulders, stood up.

“……!”

The muscles in Lancelot’s legs bulged like balloons. It was a grotesque sight. Ariel cried out in alarm,

“Stop! You… you could be crippled for life!”

“I don’t care.”

“…What?”

“This is… what it means to be friends…!!”

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Thud!

Lancelot shouted like a wild beast and took a step forward. His body swayed violently.

“Kyaaagh!”

Lancelot roared. And took another step forward. His whole body swayed as before, but his resolute will kept him steady.

One step. And then another.

To survive. To protect his friends. For Frey, who had given his all, Lancelot would clash with everything he had.

“Hurry!”

“Yes!”

The Sword Demon kicked off the ground, increasing his speed.

He had been tricked. They had been fooled!

The Blood Slaughterer’s smokescreen, a tactic used by the remnants of the Blood Cult, had worked perfectly against them!

Swoosh!

Confirming that the stronghold they had raided was empty, the Sword Demon suddenly had a bad feeling.
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‘Please don’t be too late…!’

Those three youngsters he had encountered by chance.

The Sword Demon was heading towards the direction they were traveling in. In the worst-case scenario, those youngsters could have been killed by the Blood Slaughterer, the leader of the Blood Cult.

Swoosh! The Sword Demon’s figure elongated as he sped up, his anxiety growing. It was proof that he was pushing his movement technique to its limits. His subordinates were already falling behind, but the Sword Demon couldn’t stop.

“……!”

How long had he been traveling?

At the break of dawn, as the sky was just turning purple.

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The Sword Demon witnessed a shocking scene.

A man, covered in blood, was walking along the road. A familiar young man was slung over his left shoulder, and a young woman over his right.

‘I’m too late…….’

The Sword Demon knew. Judging from the limp arms, he was already far too late.

Thud!

“Kyaaagh!”

“Aaagh!”

The man, Lancelot, who had been staggering, suddenly collapsed.

“……..”

The Sword Demon froze, his body like a statue.

He could see it clearly with his keen eyesight. Lancelot collapsing, Ariel rolling on the road, and… Frey’s limp body falling to the ground.

“……!”

The situation was dire. But the Sword Demon remained hidden, watching the scene unfold.

Judging by the situation, he was already too late. Far too late.

What they needed now wasn’t medicine. They needed a divine blessing from heaven.

That meant… his appearance would only worsen the situation.

What followed was even more heartbreaking.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

“Sob… Sob……”

Ariel, her legs and body covered in blood, crawled on the ground.

Her face, streaked with tears and snot, was distorted in agony.

And.

“Please…”

Ariel, clutching the limp Frey in her arms as if he was a precious treasure, sobbed,

“Please help us. Please……”

Who was she talking to?

Ariel muttered softly in a desperate voice. On this deserted road, who could possibly hear her plea for help?

“……!!”

It was then.

Something amazing… no, something shocking happened on the road.

A brilliant ray of sunlight, which shouldn’t have appeared yet as the sky was just turning purple at dawn, shone upon Ariel, who was holding Frey in her arms.

Golden radiance fell upon them.

‘You’ve made your decision.’

A gentle voice could be heard amidst the light.

Ariel looked up towards the dazzling light.

‘I will lend you the power to perform a miracle.’

A voice she hadn’t heard for over a decade echoed in Ariel’s ears.

Tremble. Determination filled Ariel’s eyes.