The Garbage Collector Who Stumbled Upon Mythical Weapons! - Chapter 45
“This much magic power should be enough.”
Zaharo shifted his gaze toward the city ahead. Rayford, the capital of Britend. His plan to destroy the city had gone smoothly.
—Gathering humans and demons in one place, then using Life Absorption: Energy Drain to amplify his magic power. If he released it immediately, no one would be able to stop it.
Zaharo looked up at the dark vortex above him.
A mass of condensed magic energy—a sphere of darkness. Just as he was about to launch it toward Rayford—
Something was rising from below. And fast.
“What?”
It looked like a human warrior. Zaharo frowned. A human? Flying?
From the ground, Johann also saw it. His body was weak, barely able to stand, but his consciousness remained intact.
“That is—?!”
It wasn’t a demon. The figure was clad in unfamiliar armor, a crimson cape billowing behind him as he soared through the air.
Heading straight toward the Demon King.
Not only Johann but also the soldiers and adventurers on the battlefield saw him.
Even the Great Eagle members, unable to stand, couldn’t take their eyes off the figure in the sky.
“Is he… planning to fight that demon?”
Van didn’t know that the one in the air was the Demon King, but he could tell that it was a terrifyingly powerful demon. Challenging such a being seemed reckless.
And yet—
The sight of the lone warrior charging in brought back memories. Memories of Garm.
Zaharo scowled at the approaching human. There was something strange about him.
A discomfort he’d never felt before. His instincts as a Demon King screamed—this man was extremely dangerous.
“Fine.”
Zaharo stopped preparing his magic sphere and adjusted its trajectory so it would strike Rayford while taking the human with it.
“Die!”
At his command, the mass of magic power began to move, gaining speed as it rushed toward the human.
A direct hit would pulverize anything. Dodging was impossible.
Zaharo was certain of his victory—until the moment the human drew the sword at his waist.
And something unbelievable happened.
The swirling mass of magic was deflected by the sword, shooting off in a completely different direction.
“What?!”
Zaharo couldn’t believe his eyes. Impossible.
The massive energy sphere flew away at an incredible speed—
And then—
A blinding flash. So bright that no one could keep their eyes open. A delayed shockwave followed, accompanied by a deafening explosion.
When the dust settled, the mountain range that should have been there—was gone.
Instead, an enormous column of smoke and fire rose high into the sky.
Zaharo momentarily froze, but the human kept charging at him. He quickly drew his sword.
Their blades clashed. The impact rippled through the air, reaching even the distant city of Rayford.
Locked in a fierce struggle, Zaharo examined his opponent.
The armor he wore—top-tier. Enchanted with absurdly powerful magic.
But what shocked Zaharo the most was the sword.
It radiated an aura far more sinister than his own Demon Blade of the Black Dragon King.
A sword overflowing with an immense, terrifying life force and magic.
“No way… This is the Demon Sword of the Overlord Dragon?!”
A blade known only through legend, even among demons. Said to nullify all magic—
The lost Demon Sword of the Overlord Dragon Eldorado.
That such a thing existed here—it was unthinkable.
“Tch!”
Zaharo swung his sword, forcing the human back. He wobbled slightly in midair but quickly regained his stance.
“I don’t know who you are, but coming before me was your mistake!”
Zaharo infused his blade with magic, causing sparks to fly and flames to erupt from its edge.
Once again, their swords clashed. The Demon King’s flaming blade grew even stronger. And yet, the human still did not falter.
The sounds of their fierce battle echoed, the air trembled, their movements too fast for the eye to follow.
Johann watched in disbelief.
—He’s fighting the Demon King, so he must be human. But no human moves like that.
A warrior clad in armor, battling the Demon King midair—without being overpowered.
—He’s not in the military. No adventurer this strong exists. Then, who…
“Who the hell is he?!”
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“Damn it, what is this guy?!”
Garm, engaged in his own battle against demons, was stunned.
—What the hell?! He’s nothing like the ones I fought before!
Every time their swords clashed, he felt an overwhelming pressure.
—Wait… is this guy stronger than me?!
His sword was knocked aside, forcing him backward.
“Tch!”
And then—it hit him.
—No way… The weak demons have already been taken out, leaving only the strong ones?!
It made sense. The weak fall, and only the strong survive.
—No, no, no! I don’t care about their strength! I need numbers!
His opponent’s sword ignited with black flames, its power growing.
—Sh1t! I should’ve come to the battlefield sooner!
Garm cursed himself, but it was too late for regrets. He had no choice but to defeat the enemy in front of him and find more demons.
“I’m going all out!!”
The green gemstone on his sword’s hilt glowed. The air trembled, wind swirling around him.
A tremendous force gathered in his raised blade.
“Get cut to pieces!!”
With a mighty swing—
The slash tore through the clouds above, cleaved through mountains, and split the earth itself.
A single stroke, carrying the overwhelming power of the wind, slicing through everything in its path.