The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 122

Chapter 122: Endlessly Pure White (4)

Bzzzt!

Startled by the brilliant light emanating from Cain’s entire body, Everwyn stumbled backward.

[‘Winter’ is angered by ‘Summer’ and ‘Autumn’’s reckless interference.]

Cain had sometimes wondered if the 〈Sacred Treasures of the Four Seasons〉 possessed Egos.

He’d considered the possibility that they weren’t just choosing their owners but possessed wills like humans.

‘But except for that guy, none of them revealed themselves.’

‘Winter’ had only expressed its intentions through short, vague messages, and only ‘Spring,’ which remained silent now, had properly appeared.

Therefore, he couldn’t be certain about the sacred treasures having Egos.

[‘Winter’ forcibly raises the level of Passive.]

[ ‘Summer’ is resi……. ]

[‘Winter’ has severed the connection with ‘Summer’.]

But now, he could be sure.

The pure white lightning surging from afar restored Cain’s exhausted body.

He could feel that ‘Winter,’ which always wished for his happiness, was truly enraged.

Cain smiled.

He was glad that ‘Winter,’ which had always been with him from his previous life to this one, cared for him this much.

[‘Winter’ says that now is the only time it can be undone.]

[At the end of ‘Winter’ lies only the end.]

[Even so, will you walk ‘Winter’?]

Cain nodded.

He answered, realizing somewhat how Abel must have felt every time Cain asked him whether he should do it or not.

“Of course.”

Swish—

He raised his sword.

He pushed off the ground with his left foot.

At the end of his gaze stood Glumiêm, resurrected and slowly opening her eyes.

“The world has always been winter to me.”

[‘Summer’ is silent.]

Who had dared to make him prove himself?

‘Summer’ closed its mouth at the sight of Cain, surpassing all others.

[‘Autumn’ is silent.]

Autumn, which follows summer, did not reveal itself.

The season that arrives only after summer and autumn.

“Arise, winter.”

Winter of Night Winter of Night.

[The future is being consumed.]

Bzzzt!

Even though Everwyn covered her face with her arm, she staggered back, overwhelmed by the pure white light that filled the forest.

She backed up until her back hit the bushes she had just emerged from with Abel.

“This is… ridiculous.”

She knew Cain was strong.

But what stood before her eyes now was something grand and magnificent, unattainable by any mystery Everwyn had ever witnessed!

Something that felt like even describing it would be an insult.

Crackle!

The sky splits open.

The dark clouds that had separated the heavens and earth were crushed and scattered.

Whooooosh—

And from the distant cosmos…

From the black wound etched across the blue sky, the universe’s chill began to pour down on Cain.

At that moment, Glumiêm on the throne opened her eyes.

Blazing white lightning.

A slightly askew but unwavering pure white crown.

Flutter—!

And a pure white cloak that seemed to envelop the entire forest!

“Did you sleep well?”

It was Cain, who had pushed ‘Winter’s’ Active, ‘Winter of Night,’ to its very limits.

Glumiêm raised her head and looked up at the World Tree.

《The mongrel is climbing. 》

“I made a bet with him.”

Thud!

Cain took a step.

The ground cracked like a spiderweb.

The muscles in his arm, gripping Agweska, contracted tightly.

“On who will kill you first—!”

Dash.

Cain charged.

His sprint, a blend of pure white lightning and cosmic chill, was a bolt from the blue.

A straight thrust aimed for Glumiêm’s neck.

Glumiêm, blinking a few times, realized a golden leaf had shattered and contorted her face in rising fury.

《Disappear now! 》

Fwip fwip fwip—

The roots of the World Tree shot up from the ground.

As if the dozens she had unleashed before were but a trifle, a countless number of roots erupted, impossible to count with a single glance.

《My final Ethelred!》

Fwoosh—

The tips of hundreds of roots split open, tearing through the heavy air of the forest as they shot out.

White Starlight.

[The future is being consumed.]

Having gone beyond the seal of early winter to obtain Samhain’s winter, and in a situation where he had even spread out his Active, Cain took a step further.

Thud—

They couldn’t reach him.

Crack—

No, to be precise, the roots surging towards Cain couldn’t withstand the pressure exerted by White Starlight and crumbled.

—Lord, have mercy.

Cain swung his sword at the Great Wall’s prayer echoing in his ears.

—God, have pity on us.

A sword that cleaves the night where even the stars hide.

The sword of protection, born from the great wisdom of the East and the desperate pleas of the Great Wall.

Dark Sky.

Fwoosh—

A white chill clung to Agweska. Snow formed where the blade passed.

Original Style.

Kyrie.

The vertical sword descended upon Glumiêm’s crown.

Sizzle—

One of the remaining three golden leaves vanished, and Glumiêm, her face contorted with rage, looking like a demon, raised her right hand.

She blocked the sword with her bare hand.

And her left hand shot out.

Whooooosh—

The verdant green, the life of the forest, the emerald power bestowed upon elves, all compressed to an unimaginable degree, aimed for Cain’s heart.

—Look upon us with favor.

Outer Style.

Eleison Eleison.

Not a sword.

Cain swung his empty left hand horizontally.

But it wasn’t an empty hand that met Glumiêm.

[The future is being consumed.]

Boooom!

The instant green and white clashed.

A massive shockwave shook the World Tree and shattered everything that had risen from the ground.

Everwyn threw herself flat on the ground and endured.

When he raised his head after the shockwave passed, he saw a pure white third sword in Cain’s empty left hand.

《…!》

It wasn’t a physical sword.

A miracle created by gathering and gathering the coldness of ‘Winter’. Another possibility of salvation from the Great Wall, who had desperately desired salvation.

And the sword of winter and demise.

Outer Style.

Requiem.

Cain crossed his two swords.

Slash—

He slit Glumiêm’s throat, which had been briefly exposed after she overexerted herself cutting his neck like he was cutting it with scissors.

Like the corpse lying far away, Glumiêm’s head rolled to the side.

Simultaneously.

Sizzle—

Another golden leaf began to burn.

And only one remained!

Cain stared at the two leaves.

Connecting two into one.

The great glory symbolizing the miracle of sharing and companionship.

—With my sword, I shall create peace.

Cain didn’t think about what came after.

Glumiêm, unified with the World Tree, was stronger than he anticipated, and the situation was too dire for him to hesitate.

He thrust his sword.

[The future is being consumed.]

Dark Sky.

Original Style.

Gloria.

Clang!

The golden leaves pierced by Agweska and Requiem froze solid. They solidified in the same state they were in when resurrecting Glumiêm, frozen by ‘Winter’s’ chill.

Crack.

And the ice slowly shattered.

All the golden leaves, which had held their ground for hundreds of years and served as Glumiêm’s sturdy support, crumbled away.

Summer and autumn.

Just as nothing could raise its head against winter between those two seasons, the leaves couldn’t withstand the sword Cain thrust with all his might.

Cain didn’t stop.

He drove his sword straight into the World Tree.

Grooooowl—

The World Tree screamed as if thousands of gigantic horns were being blown simultaneously.

‘This is it.’

Glumiêm wasn’t dead.

She might not be able to revive as easily as she had when she consumed all the golden leaves, but as long as this World Tree stood, she would return.

Cain had no intention of letting that happen.

It was his rule that once he drew his sword, he saw it through to the end.

—And thus, may you attain glory this day.

Swoosh—

Requiem, crafted from ‘Winter’s’ chill, melted into the World Tree.

Like the gray sword scar etched onto Ballam’s massive body, a pure white sword mark slowly began to carve itself onto the World Tree, towering to the very heavens.

Cain left Agweska embedded and stepped back.

Then he raised both hands.

[The future is being consumed.]

Threefold.

Gloria Deo Excelsis Gloria Deo Excelsis.

Fwooosh!

Wind blew.

A terribly cold wind.

An extreme wind so cold that it felt like it would freeze and tear your lungs apart just by inhaling it.

Grooooowl!!

The source of the wind was the sword mark on the World Tree.

The World Tree twisted its entire body from the attack of ‘Winter’ surging and destroying from within.

It didn’t explode and die like Ballam, as it wasn’t simply big and strong but a culmination of time’s power and mystery.

However.

Rustle—

The lush World Tree withered.

All its leaves turned brown as if welcoming autumn, froze, and scattered like snowflakes.

Cain extended his arm, and Agweska flew through the air as if connected by a string, landing in his hand.

Thud—

Cain plunged Agweska into the ground.

“Cough.”

But then he coughed up blood rising from within and knelt on one knee.

“Are you alright?”

Everwyn rushed over, and Cain replied with a smirk.

“Do I look alright?”

“I wouldn’t ask if you looked alright! What was that just now…… No, what were those things? Who are you?”

There was a limit to being strong.

The moment he regained his strength, completely extinguishing Glumiêm’s remaining lives and finishing off even the World Tree was a heroic feat that belonged in myths.

Cain, who had accomplished that right before her eyes, didn’t seem human at all.

“Did you also come back to life like me?”

“……Does that even make sense?”

It made sense, but he didn’t say it out loud.

Seeing Everwyn flustered beside him like a rabbit, he was reminded of Oleciren, and it pleased him.

“That’s a shame. It seems Heatherward’s poison won’t be necessary.”

At that, Everwyn, who had been trying to lighten the mood with jokes to calm Cain down, forced a wry smile.

“It’s not over yet.”

“What……?”

“Why do you think I didn’t kill myself? Why do you think I brought his head?”

Rumble—

The earth trembled.

Cain saw something flowing into the half-dead World Tree.

Everwyn pointed outside.

The wall of bushes had long since vanished, and all that was visible was the village and the forest.

“Crazy.”

Cain couldn’t help but curse at the sight. Not only the village but even the dense forest was withering away.

“You might have killed Glumiêm herself, but the World Tree is impossible. It’s the entire forest.”

Whoosh—

The wind blowing from the World Tree grew warmer.

The life force that overcame the power of ‘Winter’ that Cain had infused.

The World Tree began to greedily absorb all the surrounding forest. It was a desperate, greedy struggle for survival.

At that moment, a person ran down the withered World Tree.

Thump.

It was Abel.

“I did it!”

The head of the World Tree.

It was slowly being dyed crimson.

But as if overcoming Cain’s Gloria, the World Tree absorbed even more of the forest’s life force and began pushing out Ross’s blood as well.

Thump.

Everwyn pounded her small fist on the ground and muttered.

“I thought Ross’s blood would be enough……!”

“……I guess I have to kill the entire northern forest to kill the World Tree.”

“Not the entire forest, but……”

Cain rose from his spot.

Abel, seeing the blood Cain spat out, exclaimed in surprise.

“Brother!”

“Abel, even without me—”

“No!”

At Cain’s words, which sounded like a will, Abel shook his head fiercely.

“Absolutely not!”

“I have to do it. I’m the only one here who can get rid of that thing.”

Cain gripped Agweska with both hands.

It was time to see it through to the end.

“I should have become stronger faster.”

Tears streamed from Abel’s brown eyes. He had done his best, but there was too much that he lacked.

Cain smiled bitterly at the sight.

“You’re already enough.”

“But in the end, I’m the one who has to leave everything to my brother!”

Cain looked up at the World Tree.

He raised his sword towards the magnificent sight that could rival the clouds as a hat.

“It’s just that the world I lived in was winter. Winter is inherently lonely.”

At that moment.

[‘18.6%’ of the world smiles.]

Twilight bloomed from the northern sky.

And a single thrust, like a bolt of lightning, descended from the heavens and pierced the earth.

A golden twilight, too brilliant for a human to unleash, split the World Tree precisely in half and plunged before Cain.

Ardvark.

The final form.

Claíomh Solais.

The strongest sword in the kingdom, possessing both Cain’s black hair and Abel’s brown eyes.

“Sorry I’m late.”

It was Edmund.

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