Capítulo 137: 137 Give it to us! It?
Chapter 137: Give it to us! It?
As the best student of the greatest Master Mollan, I simply couldn't lose to some paladin from the fantasy world. I didn't even need the fantasy world skills because my body's hormones were my weapon. Everyone had them, but not everyone could use them. Adrenaline, insulin, glucagon, dopamine, endorphin…
The gods must be perverts.
Fantasy Skills introduced the concept of pumping, but the human body still couldn't break out of these patterns. Mind and fitness develop only after long exhausting training, and hormones beneficial to the body were produced only in certain situations. The ultimate inefficiency!
Therefore, I respected Master Mollan and his teachings.
"Hero of the Sword, come!"
Hero T boldly shouted at me, pointing at me with the tip of his sword. Thanks to Saint A, he had already fully recovered from the last battle and was in perfect shape. Now he couldn't justify the loss by the fact that he was already tired. Without refusing, I rushed forward at incredibly high speed.
"I warn you not to use the power of friendship."
My body then flew like a feather. This was due to the spirits of the wind pushing me from behind and decreasing the air resistance. The spirits of the earth didn't stay idle either. When I jumped, the earth, like a spring, pushed me up.
This gave me a lot of acceleration.
"What?!"
Confident in his strength, Hero T was lost because the spirits of water and fire united to evaporate all the moisture in the air around him. Now Hero T couldn't even keep his eyes open normally. On Earth, this was called xerophthalmia, but the uncouth inhabitants of the fantasy world were hardly aware of this.
Ether spirits stimulated his instincts. Due to the bulge in the lower part of his body, he could no longer concentrate on the fight. He began to glance at Saint A instead of concentrating on me, focusing on her breasts and thighs hidden behind clean clothes. His rambling thoughts dulled his reaction.
"Where are you looking?"
Smiling slightly, I swung the Holy Sword. Due to the xerophthalmia and thoughts of mating, he was late in reacting and couldn't even think of a counterattack. Instead, he tried to dodge. But he didn't succeed in this either.
Blop.
The entirety of the training ground was hard and smooth, but unfortunately for Hero T, there was already dirt under his feet. He stuck like he was glued. In this state, he tried to escape, but nothing came of it.
"Kuuk?!"
Slipping, Hero T fell to the ground. I was a fair Hero, and I made no habit of humiliating others. Besides, Hero T also might not want me to be easy on him.
Or not.
Chwaa!
The Holy Sword Nuclyon cut his sword and armor into pieces. However, I didn't know how much I wounded him. Due to the sharpness of the blade, I couldn't feel any resistance. It felt like I just carved through the air.
"The Holy Kingdom's National Treasure just vanished so easily…?"
Looking only at the remaining sword handle, Hero T was speechless. He didn't seem to care that blood was leaking from his armor. Was that such an important sword? He seemed to be focusing on the wrong thing. We needed to help him a little.
This time, I hit Hero T right in his handsome face.
Puduk.
Now I felt that I broke the bridge of his nose.
"Huuh?!"
His gaze was completely lost. If it were Alex, he would have held out and counterattacked, but this guy had only a high level and no inner core. Therefore, he was an extra!
"Oh!"
At this point, an incident occurred. The Holy Sword slipped from my hands and, spinning in the air, fell right into the place between the 6th and 7th cervical vertebrae. Whatever you look at, this was a pure mistake.
"Knight Thomas?!"
"Oh! Lord! Oh my God!"
"How is this possible…"
All observers were astonished, but I liked this result. I dealt with the knight who prevented Saint A from joining the Hero's journey, although no…he died due to an accident so that no one would say anything now. The Knights pinned Hero T's head to his neck. This, of course, wasn't a sight for the faint of heart, but no one said anything.
Because the longer time passed, the greater the price for resurrection.
"You cannot leave us so easily. Get up, Knight Thomas."
Woong-!
Saint A tried to resurrect Hero T. However; all was in vain. The one who dies by my hand even loses his soul, so he cannot be resurrected. However…
"Oh…what the…"
Hero T had been resurrected. The level dropped a lot so that it was now difficult to call him the Hero of the Holy Kingdom, but he still came back to life.
▷ Race: Human
▷ Level: 317
▷ Specialization: Paladin (Divinity = Blessing ↑)
▷ Skills: Divinity (C), Blessing (C), Sword Mastery (C), Fortitude (C), Enemy Search (C) …
▷ Condition: Resurrection
The level dropped from 747 to 317! But it wasn't only the level that dropped. Hero T's skills had also dropped by one rank. And the skills at F-rank disappeared altogether. It was better than death, but the very fact that his skills had suffered so much was curious. Now he wouldn't be able to call himself "Hero Tomato."
By the way…
How could he be resurrected?
► Assumption: Could it be that it was a mistake? You didn't kill him, but the Holy Sword flew off and hit him in the neck.
Hmm? Ah, Miss Trainee's words make sense.
There were a few more mistakes to be made to be sure of this, but at this point, Miss Trainee's guess was pretty compelling. After testing his skills, Hero T spoke bitterly.
"God punished me for trying to keep the Saint."
Nobody blamed the just Hero. I warned that my hands were a little sweaty; besides, during the battles, something often happened. He accepted his sin by saying that God had punished him that way. After that, no one tried to restrain Saint A.
However, Saint A was in charge of the Holy Kingdom, so she couldn't just leave. It took time to hand over her responsibilities and say goodbye to everyone. While we were waiting for Saint A, we decided to calmly walk around the capital of the Holy Kingdom.
"…But why are you following me?"
"I will follow you until you return my spirits! "
Sylvia answered coldly, pursuing me like a stalker. On the day that Archer E, who controlled Sylvia like a parent, got rid of the demonic curse, she left, asking us to take care of the princess. After learning of the situation in Elfheim, she went in search of her missing companions and the queen. The exact location of everyone except the Earth Knight was in my head, but I didn't tell her about it.
The less you knew, the happier you became. How does one explain to her the drama about the Queen of Elfheim now loving the Demon Lord? It went the same for Sylvia. Because no matter how you hate someone, you shouldn't curse their parents.
"Suit yourself."
"Hmph!"
Sylvia used to look like one of the dirty mercenaries, but now she was dressed in the clean clothes that were given to her in the Holy Kingdom…at least that's what they said. No state would sponsor the Hero's journey. If my memory of the 1st playthrough served me correctly, the clothes that Sylvia was wearing now were the outfit of Saint A, which she wore as a child.
Although she didn't know it, my heart felt better because Luke took the stalker Lanuvel with him. Still, it was easier with Sylvia than with Lanuvel, who pretended to be cute all the time. Taking the chance, I decided to ask her a question.
"Sylvia. Do you know what is in the underground garden of the Royal Palace of Elfheim?"
"In the garden dungeon?"
"If you don't know, forget it."
She didn't seem to know that the First Spirit was trapped there. Chances were, she was pretending, but this elf wasn't that smart. Sylvia immediately reared up.
"Don't treat me like a child!"
"But there is no evidence that you're an adult, is there?"
"Grr!"
She pouted, but continued to follow me. I was going to stop by a famous bar in the capital of the Holy Kingdom and then grab a delicious cake from the shop. So I decided to take extreme measures.
"You constantly ask for the return of the spirits, but if you pursue me, you will only lose them."
"…What should I do then?"
"What are you talking about?"
"The only thing in which I surpassed my brother, who always overshadowed me, is my friendship with spirits. The spirits stuck to my body are special to me. My fellow tribesmen rejected me, but these guys became my friends."
"Is that so? Then try harder."
I felt sorry for Sylvia, but the spirits didn't follow her because they liked her. It was because the blood of the Third King of the Elves flowed through her. They just followed the promise.
"How can they like this cold-blooded man…"
Sylvia, who continued to mumble something under her breath, went into the bar with me. The men at the round tables looked at Sylvia with interest, but then their gaze faded, and they continued to drink with colleagues and friends. They were disappointed with her flat, LCD monitor, chest. Sitting at an empty table, I ordered the best alcohol in the Holy Kingdom from the bartender.
However, as soon as he saw that I couldn't remember the drink's name, he tried to hike up the price. I immediately grabbed the bartender by the throat, shaking him well.
Do you know who I am?
"Kek, kek! Sir! Forgive me!"
"You tried to deceive the good Hero and think you can get away with it? Ah?"
I kicked a big guy who tried to stop me. How dare you threaten me, putting your hands on my shoulder? I was busy teaching ethics to the bar owner.
Suddenly the whole bar was covered with silence. Turning around to find out why, I saw two new guests enter the bar: two women of extraordinary beauty. When they swayed their hips in different directions, the guests' heads also began to sway in time. Like their beauty, their race was also unusual.
▷ Race: Old Human
▷ Level: 999+
▷ Specialization: Pursuer (Infomation → Pursuit ↑)
▷ Skills: Stealth (Z), Pursuit (Z), Penetration (MAX), Immorality (MAX), Infiltration (SSS) …
▷ Condition: Magic Sword, Golem, Composure, Pursuit
The girl in front was wearing a black infiltration suit and a light dress, which was worn by the daughters of aristocrats in the world of Fantasy, on top of it. If it weren't for the black clothes under the dress, one would think she's a local. And the other?
▷ Race: Old Angel
▷ Level: 999+
▷ Specialization: Paladin (Divinity = Blessing ↑)
▷ Skills: Divinity (Z), Blessing (Z), Sword Mastery (Z), Flight (Z), Taming (MAX) …
▷ Condition: Magic Sword, Magic Dragon, Anger
A very brutal beauty. Her lush breasts could comfort any man who became disappointed in everything after a girl dumped him, and even her blank expression was attractive. Her snow-white dress exposed her back so that she could open her wings at any moment. Anyone who saw her would mistake her for a goddess.
"Rice Cake has a serious rival."
Although I would know when I tasted it, in any case, both had old in their race profiles, so I could assume who their target is. As I thought, they were heading towards me. I let go of the rude bartender and sat down. Pretending that I knew nothing, I picked up a glass that was on the table.
However, I didn't have time to take a sip. The Angel grabbed my glass and drank all the contents in an instant.
"What are you?"
I still hadn't hit her between the 4th and 5th lumbar vertebrae just because I wasn't sure I could kill her with one blow. This was the capital of the Holy Kingdom. If due to the battle with this chicken, the Holy Kingdom was completely incinerated, then, holding back tears, I would have to start the 11th playthrough.
I wanted to avoid such a turn of events.
"Give it to us while we ask amicably," the Angel answering, sitting down in an empty seat to my right and putting the glass on the table. Refilling my empty glass, I replied.
"It? Ah! If you want it, come to the bedroom."
This Hero will give you as much as you want.
"I am not talking about that! How could you even think of something like that ?! You need to keep such dirty thoughts to yourself!"
"You said you would be amicable?"
She made me upset.
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