The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 40

Chapter 40: Unstoppable

The tornado unleashed by Chaos Crusader sent Fulde flying. The swirling tornado, which had enveloped my entire body, condensed in an instant, forming a single full-body armor.

This newly formed entity was a complete suit of armor. It was adorned with armor that seemed to be a fusion of multiple pieces, a cloak with two wing-like appendages, and a helm that exuded a sharpness from head to toe—all of it gleamed in a deep black hue.

“W-What in the world is this!?”

Fulde, who had managed to stand up, shouted in disbelief. Ignoring his protests, I checked my left hand and began walking slowly toward Fulde.

“Hmph? Ugh, aahhh!!!”

Fulde, shifting from his hesitant stance, swung his poleaxe furiously. In response, I extended my left hand toward the poleaxe, inserting several tower-like shields from my tower shield, which suddenly appeared between me and the poleaxe.

“Ugh!?”

The poleaxe was abruptly halted by the suddenly appearing tower shields. Immediately after stopping, I closed in on Fulde in one swift motion, lunging from below and slashing upward with a bardiche in a sweeping motion.

“Guhaaa!?”

There was an impact against Fulde’s chest, and lines appeared on his skin from the blow. As Fulde recoiled from the impact, I circled behind him and struck him with a warhammer.

“Gu!”

Having been struck in the back, Fulde bent forward, and I leaped above him. I swung a kopis down upon his head as he attempted to raise his face.

“Gu…gaa…”

“Indeed, it might be a formidable power, but there’s a way to deal with it.”

No matter how sturdy the armor was and how much damage it could mitigate, receiving a sufficiently powerful impact could still make one stagger or lose balance. Moreover, despite Fulde having obtained a robust physique, his movements lacked finesse due to his increased size and expanded muscles. And, regardless of how resilient his body was, continuous attacks would accumulate damage faster than he could regenerate. Now that I truly understood Chaos Crusader’s abilities, this was possible.

Fulde, shaken from being knocked down, swung his large scythe from the prone position. I avoided the attack by leaping, and as I landed, I used a crescent axe to slam it into his chest. The blade cut deep into his skin.

“Gaaah!? ‘Earth Pillar Hammer: Land Pillar’!”

As Fulde shouted, numerous pillars of earth sprouted from the ground and approached. I dodged the earth pillars, slipping through them, and descended rapidly. I gripped stilettos, daggers without guards, in both hands.

I jumped onto Fulde and simultaneously thrust the stiletto deep into his eye through a gap in his helm.

“Gyaaaahhh!!!?”

“You don’t even deserve to see the light!”

I pushed the hilt of the stiletto, trying to remove it, while leaping away. Fulde, writhing in agony with the stiletto still embedded, was trying to extract it. I watched over him, ready for his next move.

…The essence of Chaos Crusader wasn’t just about manifesting weapons; it was about giving shape to the souls of those assimilated with Chaos Crusader, turning their thoughts, wishes, and prayers into power. Each transforming weapon contained the emotions of these warriors.

I had merged as many souls as possible at this point, shaping them into a single armor. This allowed me to harness the strength of thousands of warriors, despite the limitations of my current abilities.

As I descended toward Fulde, I wished for a weapon to end the one who had become less than human through his foolishness. Manifesting before me was a colossal blade, a gigantic sword that had been created as a symbol, one that a single saint had used to cut down and repel even the mightiest of demons. It was the Great Sword, a sword that exceeded 3 meters in length.

The blade of the massive sword pierced the wound caused by the crescent axe. It tore through tough skin, pierced the heart, and impaled Fulde to the ground.

After leaping back and landing on the ground, I deactivated my armor. However, I didn’t make the colossal sword that had crucified Fulde disappear.

Even with regeneration abilities, it was impossible to recover when there was a foreign object inside the body. Unless I could assimilate Chaos Crusader, which seemed unlikely.

“Hrggh! Gah! Aaaargh!”

I raised an eyebrow at Fulde’s extreme agony. No matter how strong his regeneration ability was, it was unnatural for him to continue writhing while his heart had been pierced. Yet, he was tearing at his own body and screaming in pain.

Fulde’s limbs and body were gradually becoming thinner, and his entire network of veins protrude as if drying up. I began to consider a single possibility.

“Don’t tell me… He drank an Eboru?”

Eboru was a type of healing potion, a concoction that had originated during an attempt to create a universal elixir. Those who consumed it gained almost immortal regenerative abilities and enhancements to all bodily functions and abilities.

However, it came at a price. The drinker’s life force was the cost. Anyone who consumed it would suffer excruciating pain and hallucinations for less than an hour before withering away into a lifeless husk, drop by drop.

In exchange for a momentary surge of incredible power, the drinker would sacrifice all their remaining life and peaceful death. That’s why it was named the Demon Elixir, Eboru, and the method of its creation had been discarded as forbidden knowledge.

Fulde’s body, having lost its life force after his heart was pierced, was nothing like the colossal form it had been just moments ago. His emaciated figure resembled a mummy, and it seemed he had turned into a desiccated husk.

“No… die… can’t…”

The words that barely escaped his raspy voice disappeared into thin air, as if they had never existed in the first place.