The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 119

Chapter 119: Fangs That Reach God (Yomi’s Side)

A jet-black sword came at me. I tried to block it with my left arm, but it was severed, and I was kicked through the torso.

A single kick was enough to obliterate my upper body. As my body began to repair itself, I sent my monsters toward him, but the black wings spread, and hundreds of weapons were released all at once.

The weapons moved as if they had a will of their own, cutting down my monsters. The weapons flew around him, preventing my monsters from getting close.

(I won’t be able to repair in time.)

I repaired only the right half of my upper body, and from my arm, I produced a mouth to speak a word spell.

“‘Be crushed to death.’”

The word spell was unleashed at him. As the white blade wrapped in lightning was swung, the invisible word spell was cut down and dissipated.

(He cut the word spell? Did he use the power of the Eight Thunder Gods in his blade to cancel it out?)

I felt a similar type of power running through him, from the lightning coursing through his body. It seemed that his sensory abilities had increased as well, as he was now sensing the phenomena of my word spells before they happened.

The jet-black blade, surrounded by swirling darkness, came down. I created multiple mouths in my remaining right arm and unleashed the most powerful word spell I could.

“‘Die!’”

The maximum output of my word spell reached him. When his movements stopped, I wondered if I had perhaps overdone it by using this word spell on a human.

“?!”

Lightning exploded. His eyes lit up, and his tail, glowing with lightning, smashed my right arm to pieces.

(What… did he? Did he somehow force his heart to start beating again before his life functions completely stopped? But there should have been no time for that with the instant-death word spell!)

I thought to myself while I was reconstructing my body from a distance. The rock man and fire girl had managed to avoid direct hits by repairing the parts of their bodies right before the strike or by using water barriers and flames to shift their posture, but when they were hit directly, their protections had been undone.

Yet, despite having endured multiple word spells, he was still holding on. It was only after layering several word spells that I was able to break his defense, but that itself was strange.

Dozens of swords closed in on my reconstructed body. I deflected them with my word spells, but some of them grazed my body.

(These swords… are they made from already deceased souls? If his armor is the same, it makes sense that death word spells wouldn’t work as effectively on him!)

It was natural that death word spells only had their full effect on living beings. A death spell aimed at something that had already died would not have its full impact.

By using the Chaos Crusader, a collective of souls, as his armor, he had created an opportunity to resist the death word spell that should have been impossible to fight against.

In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance. His kick shattered my head and sent me flying, but when I was thrown, he was already there, preemptively striking my body with his tail.

(Even so, this much power… A human couldn’t possibly control such speed and force perfectly…)

I was slammed against the Gate of Yomi, looking up at him while I repaired my body. As I saw the lightning crackling around his body, I understood his intent.

(He’s using the Eight Thunder Gods’ lightning to stimulate his brain, increasing his calculation and information-processing abilities… To control all that power without wasting it…)

Though at the bottom rung, he had indeed defeated a god. As a human, he had fangs capable of reaching a god.

“I see… So this is the power of humans.”

I stood up and touched the Gate of Yomi. As I made plans to defeat him, I didn’t realize a smile had appeared on my face.