The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 121

Chapter 121: Endlessly Pure White (3)

「A warrior is not strong because he is a warrior.

He is a warrior because he does not retreat.

Being strong in Great Wall does not mean being powerful.

It means being able to live today and see tomorrow.

Only those who carry an unyielding flame in their hearts, even in the face of despair, are truly strong in Great Wall.

Believe in it.

In the yesterday that you survived.

In the sword that you have wielded until today.

And in the tomorrow that you will see.

━Lord East, Johnny-Walker”

🔹🔹🔹

Like a cliff collapsing and an avalanche pouring down from the snowy mountains, the overwhelming roots of the World Tree, which shared life with Glumiêm, came crashing down.

Cain gripped his sword with both hands.

“If I don’t have the strength, I’ll do it without it.”

And he concentrates his mind.

Wooooosh━.

Agweska, the sword that never breaks as long as the spirit is not broken, resonates.

He slowly raises his sword.

There is no dazzling Pure White Thunderbolt that enveloped him and his sword.

Nor is there the pure white cloak that was the symbol of ‘Winter’.

However, Cain was Cain.

The warrior’s experience was infused into the sword.

Dark Sky.

Original Style.

Kyrie.

A horizontal sword strike was drawn in the void.

Crackle━.

It cuts.

The roots that had bounced off the sword no matter how much force he had put into it so far began to be cut horizontally.

《……!》

Glumiêm’s two eyes widened as if they were about to burst.

[‘Summer’ is shocked.]

Cain’s sword, which seemed to have no power in it, cut through dozens of intertwined roots horizontally.

But that was it.

He wanted to break through the gap he had created with his mind and cut Glumiêm’s neck straight away.

‘Move━!’

However, Cain’s body could not take a single step forward.

His whole body was like a rice paddy that had been cracked by a severe drought. It had stopped, as if it had poured everything into that one blow just now.

His will to move was full, but he could not move because the Pure White Thunderbolt, which had always given him strength, was gone.

《Sword…… Master?》

Glumiêm found the answer as she recalled the blow just now over and over again.

The true master of the sword.

A great realm that only those who have polished their own swords endlessly by wielding them tens of thousands of times can reach.

A state where human will is embedded in the sword itself, not just a sword created by the amount of aura.

《How frightening.》

Glumiêm shivered.

She knew she should attack Cain now, but she could not move easily.

《All three of them with the name Ethelred are Sword Masters.》

Cain smiled bitterly.

What Sword Master would be unable to move so much after swinging a sword once?

‘It’s not entirely wrong, but…….’

The body of this world line was still not enough to be a real Sword Master.

He had always made up for that lack with ‘Winter’s’ Passive, but now even that was blocked.

He already knew what a Sword Master was, so he had only followed the sword of the past.

His body had already surpassed its limits.

Just then, Glumiêm laughed.

As the shock subsided and her head spun, she realized the situation.

《Aha, that was the last one. Only one?》

Crackle, crackle━!

Roots soared up in front of her again.

Just as Cain received the power of ‘Winter’, she, as the avatar of the World Tree, wielded the power of the World Tree.

《I guess I was too scared. Because the things I saw before were so overwhelming.》

The roots clump together again.

Even bigger than before.

She spoke to Cain like a vicious beast that had caught its prey and was about to torment it to death.

《No matter how monstrous an Ethelred is, there’s no way a kid who hasn’t even grown up can be this strong.》

“…….”

《If you think about it, you’ve never really dragged out a fight before.》

“Because you’re not an enemy worth dragging out a fight with.”

Glumiêm smiled sweetly. It was beautiful on the surface, but it was creepy because you could see through its contents.

《Because I’m strong?》

“No. Because you’re too weak.”

Like pronouncing a death sentence.

Like showing off his majesty before the blade cuts the neck.

Glumiêm stretched her arms forward and clenched both fists. Then, the roots of the World Tree crunched━ with a sound and became one.

Glumiêm laughed out loud.

《Then you, weaker than me, shall perish.》

Crackle, crackle, crackle━!

Once again, a tidal wave of earth came crashing down.

The momentum was as if a towering cliff was collapsing.

The power of the World Tree that ruled the north.

BAM━.

Cain lifted Agweska with difficulty.

His whole body trembled.

Cold sweat poured down.

He felt like he could collapse at any moment.

Even without ‘Winter’, he was himself, but he was quite powerless.

[‘Summer’ says it’s a pity.]

[‘Autumn’ agrees with ‘Summer’.]

‘A pity?’

Cain closed his eyes.

What he saw was the darkness created by his eyelids. What he heard was the giant roots rushing to tear him to pieces.

‘Arrogant things.’

He had faced his limits many times.

BAM━.

Cain stepped forward with his left foot.

His whole body screamed. His muscles felt like they were going to snap, and his bones felt like they were going to shatter.

What ‘Winter’ left behind was fragility.

But Cain had been Cain since before ‘Winter’.

‘If it’s going to break, let it break.’

He goes beyond that limit.

‘If it’s going to snap, let it snap.’

Even without the magic sword ‘Winter’, Cain had always sacrificed his future. It was just that it was a little more visually apparent now.

Hwaaaaaaa━!

Cain’s purple eyes sparkled.

Not the Pure White Thunderbolt he always saw, but the flame of conviction that human beings themselves possessed!

‘But you will also break and snap with me━!’

Original Style.

Kyrie.

Shweeeee━.

There is no blazing light.

However, the vertical trajectory sings to the moon.

It hit the roots of the World Tree head-on.

Neither side budged an inch. Glumiêm, who had been trying to reassure herself that Cain was not a Sword Master, opened her mouth.

《No way…….》

Outer Style.

Eleison.

This time, too, there was no dazzling light that always enveloped him. However, what was contained in that horizontal trajectory was the sun.

The moment when the moon and the sun meet.

BOOM━.

Cain took another step forward. He drew the hope that had been passed down from mouth to mouth, from heart to heart, in the face of his death.

Cross Strike.

Kyrie Eleison.

《No!》

Crackle, crackle━.

Two vertically and two horizontally.

The roots of the World Tree that Glumiêm had shot out were torn into four pieces.

There was no light or sound, but it was a miracle achieved by the will that was poured into the sword!

《Cain Ethelred━!》

Glumiêm could no longer stand still. She did not know how much Cain would grow if she gave him even a little more time.

BAM━!

She immediately stomped on the ground.

She stretched out her hand towards the center of the exploding roots, where Cain’s purple eyes shone brightly.

《Die.━!》

She looked like someone waving their hand to catch a star.

Cain smiled bitterly to himself.

He could see one by one Glumiêm flying towards him to blow his head off, but he really couldn’t move anymore.

[Your luck is about to improve.]

At that moment, a message appeared, covering Glumiêm’s crazy face.

It was the message that had appeared when he dealt with Marquis Ross.

Ardvark.

Behind Cain.

The bushes parted.

Brown eyes filled with murderous intent popped out towards Glumiêm.

Lu Rabada!

The first technique of the Ethelred family.

Abel passed Cain’s side and stabbed Glumiêm’s forehead with his sword.

Crackle, crackle━!

The location was accurate.

However, it failed to pierce Glumiêm’s shield.

《You━》

Before she could say anything more.

Abel bent his waist back with all his might.

BOOM.

He trampled on the roots that were crumbling with his left foot. When the center of his body sprang up and his tense muscles pulled in one direction.

The Ethelred’s sword always comes in two.

Ardvark.

Lu Delbach.

This time, a bloody trajectory burst towards her neck.

An ordinary Expert would not be able to reach it.

Only those who can project their will into their swords can break her shield and inflict a wound.

《Impossible, a mere child Ethelred━?》

That was why Glumiêm did not get nervous. How could two geniuses appear in a single generation?

And even geniuses have their levels. How could both brothers be close to Sword Masters?

Glumiêm planned to deflect it easily with her shield and kill them both at once, drawing on the power of the World Tree.

Ching━.

But it was a failure.

Abel’s sword pierced her shield.

A sword imbued with his anger towards Glumiêm, who had put Cain in such a state, along with his worries about Cain.

“Glumiêm━!!”

And the killing intent towards Glumiêm, who had driven Cain to such an extent.

For a moment, Abel’s sword came close to that of a real Sword Master.

POOF━.

Abel’s sword pierced her white neck.

《Keh━eok.》

Blood gushed out of Glumiêm’s mouth.

Her carelessness and Abel’s will.

It harmonized perfectly to cut off her breath.

SWOOSH━.

Abel pulled out his sword.

Glumiêm, who had been moving until just now, collapsed forward as a corpse.

“Brother.”

Abel rushed to Cain. Cain turned his head with difficulty.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Abel apologized to him.

Cain raised his arm and put his hand on Abel’s shoulder.

“Don’t be.”

“No, I saw you cut down those roots after I intervened.”

Behind Abel.

Another person appeared.

It was Everwyn Ross, a girl who held the head of the dead Heatherward tightly in her arms.

“Glumiêm is arrogant by nature, so she lets her guard down if there’s even a slight gap. I thought if I saw an opening and stabbed her properly, she’d probably give up her life.”

“……Why are you here?”

Cain asked coldly.

Everwyn shrugged her shoulders. And she lifted Heatherward’s head slightly.

“To avenge myself and avenge him.”

“……?”

Sizzle━.

Suddenly, there was a sound of something burning from the World Tree.

One of the four golden leaves caught fire, and something began to appear from the foot of Glumiêm’s throne.

“Do you think Glumiêm will die just because you stuck a sword in her neck?”

Everwyn laughed out loud.

She made a gesture of slitting her throat with her hand.

“If that were the case, Edmund would have killed her somehow.”

It was a resurrection.

Ordinary death of life did not apply to Glumiêm. As long as the World Tree existed, and the golden leaves, its power, existed, she would be revived.

“I see.”

Cain nodded.

“Why are you taking it so calmly?”

Everwyn frowned, as if she found it ridiculous when she had said it so enthusiastically.

Cain pointed at Everwyn. To be exact, it was Heatherward’s head in her arms.

“You must have a way.”

“Correct.”

She held up Heatherward’s head.

“This guy did something interesting.”

Sizzle━.

Glumiêm’s recovery accelerated.

There was not much time left.

Everwyn glanced at the wooden throne and continued.

“That stupid queen asked this guy to fetch her water from the World Tree’s well. Not knowing what a cunning guy he is!”

SWOOSH━.

Everwyn threw the head to Abel. He looked at her with bewildered eyes.

Everwyn pointed her index finger upwards.

It was the top of the World Tree.

“He left some of our blood near the sap. I guess he was planning to destroy the World Tree by spilling Ross’s blood if things went wrong.”

It was Heatherward Ross’s scheme.

He planned to wait and seize the opportunity to enter the core of the World Tree and contaminate it with their blood.

“Why?”

Everwyn gave a bitter smile.

“To blackmail Glumiêm into somehow taking me out of the forest.”

Cain looked at the top of the World Tree, then at Abel, and then at Heatherward, who only had his head left.

“How?”

“Now that he’s dead, if we put his head in the well at the top of the World Tree, the device he set up will activate.”

“Then the World Tree will be contaminated.”

“It will no longer be able to recover.”

As Cain and Everwyn’s words crossed.

Abel shook his head.

“I can’t. How can I leave my brother behind?”

“Abel.”

“…….”

“You’re the only one.”

Just as he and Oleciren had carried out a pincer attack.

Even now, the two of them had to split up.

“Brother━.”

Abel, who knew Cain’s condition, could not bring himself to take a step.

“It’s a match. I’ll kill Glumiêm three more times by the time you get up there, or you’ll kill her with that head.”

Abel stared into Cain’s purple eyes. An unshakable conviction could be seen.

“Glumiêm’s recovery is almost complete!”

There was no time to delay.

Abel gritted his teeth.

“I’ll see you later.”

Abel ran as soon as Everwyn finished speaking. He gathered Aura in his feet and began to climb the side of the World Tree.

“We sent him, but how are we going to stop that thing?”

Collarbone, neck, lower jaw.

As Glumiêm gradually appeared, Cain put his left foot forward.

“I think the scoring is over.”

Crackle, crackle, crackle━.

Following Kyrie, the outside Eleison burst out again.

Politicians speak for themselves with their mouths, warriors prove themselves with their swords.

And Cain proved it.

[‘Summer’ and ‘Autumn’……]

The message was cut off.

Cain’s eyes lit up at something he had never seen before.

『Samhain’s ‘Winter’…… open.』

[‘Winter’ is furious.]

He smiled at the messages that popped up rapidly.

“Let’s do it, Round 2.”

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