The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 199

Chapter 199: Demon of Light

“…Fine then.”

Il-Eater raised his hand, beneath which appeared not only humans but also a diverse array of beings such as elves, dwarves, and werewolves, all in white armies.

“If you claim to protect humans, then first let me devour you entirely… and then, I shall consume the world anew.”

White armies approached from all directions. Garma, while vigorously kicking and slashing away the hands reaching to drag him down from all sides, continued to cut through.

“Ha!”

Jumping with Garma, I grabbed the massive sword, Great Sword, and slashed around the waist while deflecting the descending beams of light.

“Urgh!?”

At the moment the blade was swung, tentacles with toothed mouths attacked. I cut them off with a knife, but more tentacles continued to assail.

As I slashed down the approaching tentacles and landed on the ground, white armies waiting in ambush surged like a tsunami. While cutting them down with a sword cloaked in darkness, I ran through, but a hand slipped through and grabbed me.

“Ugh!?”

White armies dragged me down and overwhelmed me. The eyes of these white beings, trying to crush me with overwhelming numbers, were vacant, showing no emotion.

(This is…)

With Garma’s charge and impact, those who were attacking were thrown back. Shaking off the loosened restraints, I rode on Garma and ran again.

White armies chased after me, resembling a tsunami or avalanche. I realized the true identity of the white armies.

“These must be the remains of those devoured by Il-Eater, or perhaps their souls have already been consumed and turned into its puppets…”

Not only the white armies but also multiple beams of light descended from above. The beams of light changed trajectories repeatedly, tracking me. As I dodged, the path ahead was blocked by white armies, trapping me in a pincer attack.

“Garma!”

Just before colliding with the white armies, Garma stopped, scattering sparks from his horseshoes, then leaped with his legs charged with power.

Beams of light approaching from behind blew away the white armies. Upon landing and running again, beams of light were emitted from the chest mouth of Il-Eater.

The beams of light approached straight towards me, turning into the form of Fith, who then attacked. Blocking the swung arm with my sword, it spoke.

“It’s futile. I am the very essence of this realm of light… No matter how much you rampage and scatter, you cannot defeat me.”

I slashed through the evil smile on Fith’s face and continued running. Along with the advancing white armies, Il-Eater also attacked me while pursuing.

(Indeed, even though the numbers seem to be decreasing, there was no feeling of impact even when I struck him… He must possess almost inexhaustible power within this realm.)

“Then, I’ll destroy this realm entirely!”

Once again wielding the giant sword, I encouraged the souls and thrust it forcefully into the ground.