Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 718

It’s ironic, but the Demon King has always trusted the warrior.

Of course, this does not mean that I trust people. To be precise, it is closer to trusting the universal principles of behavior shown by those who have been given the duty of being a warrior.

Justice, sense of duty, compassion, sympathy, heroism, etc. At least up until now, the driving force of the warriors that the Demon King had encountered was always similar, so the Demon King had no doubt that just by making the surrounding area a sanctuary and spreading the seeds of evil spirits, he would be able to deal a great blow to the warriors of the Demon God who acted alone.

At least, that was until he was hurriedly blocking a two-handed axe that suddenly flew at him and was cut off by Eldmia’s sword that flew at him.

He didn’t even have time to wonder how he had flown to where he was. When he lowered his head, he saw five of the erosion bodies blocking his path had already been torn apart and were rolling around on the ground. Eldmia was right next to him.

“Are you trying to stop me now?”

As soon as I realized that my throat had been cut off, my face distorted involuntarily at the sound of the voice in my ear. A sneer came out from beyond the helmet that read that expression.

“Of course, there is no way that such an ability would be without limitations.”

Eldmia’s attacks began to become more fierce as she realized clearly what it meant to block an attack that she had been taking without any sense of danger until now, as it did not kill her or cause her pain.

Now I had to admit that the plan had gone wrong from the moment I was first taken by surprise.

Even if we wait for the next time, we have to focus on dealing with the guy for now.

[This price will have to be paid heavily.]

As the Demon King opened his mouth, the deep darkness that covered the city floor shot up and flew towards Eldmia. And as if it had a will, the darkness that had been writhing and wandering in the sky transformed into hundreds of spears in an instant, aiming for Eldmia’s blind spot. While that was happening, the Demon King clenched his fist for the first time.

At the same time, a blow that showed no signs of preparation tore through the air and struck Eldmia’s face.

-Wow!

The attack, which was born from the condensation of divinity that had no concern at all about the destruction of the body, hit the helmet and a sound comparable to the sound of a huge bell rang out.

If it hits, it will cause a fatal blow, and if not, it will cause serious injury. If not, it is a powerful attack that is swung with the aim of making it impossible for anyone to notice an attack coming from a blind spot. It is an attack that even those who are called masters cannot let their guard down, and the Demon King who swung the fist knew this best.

If it was a young dragon’s scales, it would be possible to be hit directly without any room to dodge an attack that could even create cracks, so there was no way it would be okay. Despite being so proud, the Demon King, who was preparing for a second strike so as not to let his guard down, noticed the change in the location where his outstretched right fist had landed.

“dog!”

The fist that was clearly aimed at the left eyeball touched the forehead of the helmet.

The Demon King, who was faced with the white, glowing eyes filled with hostility as the cracks opened and the debris flew out, revealing a face that had not been seen before, took the time to think about what was happening, even though he knew he shouldn’t do that.

‘You blocked it with your head?’

It was a disaster that happened because they knew that even a single second of distracting thoughts could lead to death in the fight between those who had reached transcendence, but they could not accept it.

There is a limit to ignorance, so if not, was he confident in his own equipment?

It didn’t actually break, but rather stopped at a cracked and broken line, so it looks like it was made of dragon scales, but what on earth is going on with the mind…

“Fuck!”

Towards the gap created by that brief moment when I hesitated without realizing it due to a response that went beyond common sense.

Eldmia’s sword flew in with light.

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A sense that mortals cannot have lets them know of threats approaching from behind and lets them guess where someone is even when they are not looking.

The body that judged it ‘worth it’ moved on its own and blocked the blow of the Demon King with its forehead, causing such a terrible shock that it even broke Luming’s helmet. The thought that came to mind as he grimaced at the aftermath was ‘If it were normal, I would have died.’

It feels like I have an extra brain in my head, doing calculations that I normally wouldn’t be able to do.

I see myself reflected in the eyes of the guy whose eyes are slowly turning black up to the whites of his eyes. My eyes, visible through the broken helmet, are shining white. The light is very similar to what I saw in his eyes when I met Epha in the past.

I swung my Este with all my might, spitting out the curses that were welling up from deep within my stomach without holding back. I was clearly using my body and skills to move, but the trajectory of the attack that unfolded was at a level that I could not dare approach.

But even with such movements, it was impossible to avoid all the attacks created by the power of the evil god.

The certain and genuine malice begins to creep in little by little. The Demon King’s attacks also expand beyond simple hand-to-hand combat to the invisible realm of the divine, and if it weren’t for the Dragon Armor and Luming’s Helmet, the attacks that would have destroyed my body long ago continue without end.

Everything is unfamiliar and uneasy

As the conviction that I cannot have that power grows stronger, the anxiety grows.

As I cut down the spear created by the power of the evil spirit flying from the square and cut the body of the Demon King to pieces, what I was thinking about was not a way to break through this situation, but the ‘balance’ that I had been talking about with Sanyeom-nim.

I don’t want to admit it, but I think the balance has been in my favor so far. However, it is true that the balance is so obsessed with fairness that you even considered suicide, so there is a possibility that it could tip over to the Demon King’s side at any time.

What if that’s the power right now?

What if it wasn’t just me unleashing my divine power, but rather Epha was borrowing your power for her own purposes? What if it was not much different from you exercising your power yourself, and that was what gave strength to the Demon King’s plan?

Then, could it be that this tragedy unfolding in the middle of the city right now was really my fault?

What if the devil’s barking was just a coincidence, like a cow stepping back and killing a frog, or a broken clock being right twice a day?

As my worries deepen, the power of the evil spirits woven like a spider web and flew back to capture me, and the torn body of the Demon King transformed into an even more monstrous form and struck me with all its might again.

But unlike the first time, this time I had some time to spare, so I was able to block it with my shield and let it go. Thanks to that, I was able to cut through the spiderweb-like darkness much more stably, and I used the needle as a stepping stone to soar upwards once more, passing over the Demon King’s head and aiming for his back.

While time passes slowly as if in slow motion, don’t forget to blow the spleen bunker towards the bastard’s head.

-Bang!

Even if he had become a monster, he seemed to have no ability to withstand the pile bunker that accelerated using magic power as a driving force.

As I was trying to get into a position to swing my Este again, looking at the head bursting out coolly like a watermelon… I suddenly had a different perspective on the worries I had been having until just now.

Wait, isn’t this just doing the same thing as the Demon King and making a mess of things, just going in a slightly different direction?

The sudden realization that came to me, despite the fact that my head was not broken but someone else’s, gradually gained credibility as it touched on memories that had been sleeping deep inside.

I don’t know how many times I repeated the same time, but because of that, I was afraid of the balance that would come into play and tried to move passively, as I knew in advance that the Demon King, who was obsessed with variables and believed he could control everything as he wished, would act.

Believing that the result is fixed, and believed that the results can be determined in an unwanted direction,

You don’t even know how much nonsense that kid has been doing, and you’re not even sure if my actions and thoughts are really bothering the balance, so you’re trying to scare me first, right?

Is this why the gods tried to hide the existence of balance from the public? They were afraid that if they knew, they would see it as a transcendent being that watches over everything and live in fear?

“Kwaaah!”

“Grow up!”

Even while falling relentlessly to avoid the Demon King’s attacks and cutting down the darkness and erosion that persistently target me, my worries do not end. Even in an urgent situation where I am wounded because I cannot completely block the attacks, and the divinity of the evil god is trying to dig into me through those wounds, my strangely cool head mechanically pushes them away and continues my worries.

In the midst of all this, what suddenly came to mind was my first meeting with Ephaga, which now feels like a long time ago.

‘I hope you continue on your own path.’

At the same time, the words that Epha had said at the end of that meeting came to mind clearly.

“It’s not that I don’t have any wishes···”

[Because I hope you move forward toward what you want to do, regardless of God’s will.]

In the silence that momentarily silenced the world, a voice completely different from the one I had heard coming from the Demon King’s mouth quietly whispered in my ear.

[That is···]

“Because that’s why we came to envy the world you lived in.”

Oh, I see.

Balance and balance, the answer was in those words.

[You just have to live your life to the best of your ability.]

The moment I realized that fact belatedly, Ephaga’s voice became clearer.

The unstable rampage of divine power became power.