The Great Sword is not the Main Body!-Chapter 81: The Battle of Tylant (4)

All the Nightmares, Masters, and Challengers, without exception, possess a finishing move.

A truly magnificent finishing move.

Or a Phase 2.

Carpen has his blood technique, which strengthens his body.

It brings a tear to my eye just thinking about it, but Lucie... cuts through the very world itself with a single slash.

Kalt transforms into the very shadow itself.

Yuria and Rubia...

And even Tylant, who is right in front of me, is no exception.

Those who have reached higher levels all possess them.

I don’t know how monsters come into existence, but I’ve heard that humans develop their unique abilities further.

From there, Masters and Challengers diverge again... But since I’m neither of those, let’s skip that part.

Anyway, I admired those abilities.

Honestly... they’re cool, right?

They’re the kinds of things that always appear in the manga or novels I’ve read before.

You can’t help but admire them a little.

So, I worked hard.

I wanted to have a finishing move like that.

But even after five years of rolling and struggling, it never appeared.

I had no magical power.

If I had only been able to take an elixir like I can now, it would have happened quickly.

But back then... I was very different from who I am now.

Hmm! Anyway!

After that, three more years passed.

A total of eight years of rolling and struggling, crossing the line between life and death, and then... a finishing move appeared!

I was so happy, excited, and overjoyed that I didn’t sleep for two days and just hunted...

After getting the finishing move, my life became complicated... it went off track, but it still helped me a lot.

With that finishing move, I killed all the nightmares.

I wiped out all nine of the Masters.

And then, just before killing the ancient dragon...

That dragon gave my finishing move a name.

Honestly.

Truly honestly... it’s cool.

I really liked it.

Maybe it was because the villain named it, but I liked it even more.

However... no one in this world knows that name.

“It is said that anyone who saw this name has died and is no longer around...” No, that’s not it.

Of course, they’re all dead, but that’s not the reason.

I just didn’t say it... out of embarrassment.

Honestly, I think it’s cool, but... it might sound a little childish to others.

I don’t even have to shout the name when I use it.

Er... Actually, when no one’s around, I’ve shouted it a few times.

I tried shouting it, whispering it quietly.

I tried setting the mood... and saying it heavily.

Ahem... Anyway.

The name of that finishing move is-

Blue eyes scatter through the wind.

They melt into the air.

They hide their shape and drift around.

Tylant’s Phase 2 has begun.

The blue eyes that melted and mixed in the air are the magic of Tylant itself.

In Phase 1, Tylant’s magic had no forewarning, but once Phase 2 starts, it becomes even more intense.

Creation.

It’s not activation, it’s creation.

No, even “creation” is a hard word to describe.

There’s nothing else to explain except the word creation.

It just appears in a space where nothing existed.

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Every magic Tylant wants simply exists without effort.

Tylant releases magic with a lot of force and raised his right foot.

And then.

In the spot where his foot landed, small ice spikes appeared.

They just appeared.

Naturally, as though they had always been there.

There’s no sound.

You can’t even feel the movement of the magic.

You don’t feel anything at all.

This is why we shouldn’t have sent him to Ursphere.

Everyone except Rubia could have died.

It will definitely happen.

So... how do you counter such a broken ability?

For someone as strong as me, there’s always a way.

You don’t feel anything, but.

If you check everything drawn through Giga Sense, one by one, it’s fine.

Of course, I have to check every bit of Tylant’s magic floating in the air, but right now, it’s not an issue.

I’ve taken two elixirs.

And I have my finishing move.

It’ll take a bit of time to prepare, but...

If I can just hold out until then...

I will win.

Maintaining the release of magic, I gripped the greatsword.

And like before, I closed my eyes and focused on Giga Sense.

The small snowflakes floating in the air.

They look beautiful on the outside, but the petals of these small flowers are all blades.

Just breathing in tears apart your lungs, it creates those snowflakes.

And then, they start moving.

The petals fold and unfold.

As they unfold, they stimulate other snowflakes.

The awakened snowflakes stimulate others.

And so...

The unfolding snowflakes...

Become giant blades that tear through the air.

Right before my eyes, as though they had always existed.

The blades were created.

I swung my greatsword to slash them away.

The shattered remnants became new blades.

They mixed into the wind.

I stomped and swung my greatsword.

The violent shockwave cut through the air.

After that...

With all the muscle I had compressed to the limit, Tylant’s massive body came charging toward me.

I didn’t dodge, I just watched his movements until the very end.

When he got extremely close...

I raised my sword to match the flow and twisted it.

Not just letting the force applied to me slip away, but returning it.

Noah’s signature, Yusu.

Kaang-!

With a light sound, Tylant’s body staggered.

Without missing the opening, I immediately raised my greatsword and struck.

Suddenly, an ice wall appeared, blocking my sword’s path, but I tore through it with force.

Throoom-! Tylant’s head tilted back.

The speed decreased slightly, but the hit landed properly.

Just as I was about to continue my strike...

I quickly moved back and jumped.

A hole appeared where I had just been standing.

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I lowered my head and raised the greatsword.

The ice mass that was above my head exploded.

I swung my greatsword again, clearing the debris.

Kwakwak-! The debris that lodged into the ground exploded, creating a snow mist.

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Within the mist, hundreds of spells were already present.

There was no way to draw a path to dodge.

I had to feel, see, and dodge based on the information drawn through Giga Sense.

Certainly, now that all the seals have been lifted, there’s no delay at all.

It’s irritating.

I dodged the icicle that was shot at me.

Where I dodged, a blade was formed.

I broke it with my elbow and moved forward.

A rock fell where I had been standing.

The ground trembled.

Tiny blades rushed through the shaking.

Holding my breath, I scattered my greatsword.

I didn’t stop moving, slowly advancing.

I forcefully stopped my outstretched leg and thrust my greatsword in.

I don’t know what it was, but I destroyed it before it even formed.

Tylant’s three arms swung.

I dodged, slashed, and waited.

Again, Yusu.

Kaang-!

I couldn’t continue my follow-up strike.

Feeling disappointed, I turned my back.

I swung my greatsword, and as I did, icicles exploded in the path.

Using the recoil, I spun my body.

Kwadeuk-! More magic was slashed away.

The speed of magic creation was increasing.

I couldn’t even distinguish what magic it was anymore.

The moment the snowflakes moved, I swung my greatsword.

As I swung it, magic was created.

My wounds kept increasing.

I bled more and more.

The fragments lodged in my greatsword squirmed, irritating me.

I didn’t stop, cutting through the magic.

As the mist cleared, Tylant’s arms welcomed me.

I could deal with two, but four was hard.

I clicked my tongue and swung my greatsword.

Ka-ga-gak-!

The recoil felt like tearing through bone.

The first arm was knocked away.

The second arm bent.

The third arm stopped my greatsword.

Thwack-! The fourth arm struck me.

The sound resonated inside my body.

My body crashed to the ground.

All my bones shattered.

Shattered bones pierced my organs.

Blood gushed from my organs, pouring out through my skin.

Immediately, I used the elixir to heal my wounds.

I had just enough elixir for one more use.

I rolled back and struck off the follow-up attacks.

I swung my greatsword to cut through the magic that was created.

Spreading my greatsword around, I increased the distance.

And then...

I drove my greatsword into the ground.

Dark red magic began to spread over the space.

It’s still not enough.

I spread my arms and squeezed out the remaining magic.

Not leaving even a single drop.

The magic, now closer to black, covered the ground.

The sky was dyed.

The sun was slowly covered.

Tylant’s magic stopped.

Its movements stopped.

It quietly looked at me.

Red earth.

Red sky.

Black sun.

I took in all the sights.

To the “me” who would never hear it anyway...

I quietly whispered.

This is a power that must never be awakened.

A cursed ability.

“I hope you walk a different path.”

The greatsword embedded in the ground disappears.

And...

In my outstretched right hand, another greatsword appears.

I grabbed the greatsword and swung it.

It’s far.

But I cut.

The space is sliced open.

The world shifts.

From that point on, Tylant’s body is torn apart.

The challenger’s ability to cut through the world.

I swung again.

The shadow that was wriggling under my feet shot out.

It pierced Tylant’s body.

The ability of the Master who used the shadows.

I held my breath and took a step.

In an instant, I reached in front of Tylant.

The ability of the Master who was an assassin.

I raised the greatsword and swung it down.

Gravity added as if the space was twisting.

Crack-! Tylant’s shoulder shattered.

Though it lost its arms, its fighting spirit didn’t fade.

Finally, the ability of the bald-headed Master who reached the end.

Claws slashed at me.

The jaws opened, coming toward me.

I twisted the greatsword. Flames erupted.

I burned Tylant’s claws and melted its teeth.

The ability of the princess who betrayed her country for the one she loved.

Countless spells were created.

An unavoidable death approached.

I raised my left arm and swung it.

All the magic disappears.

It scatters, bursts.

Dispel.

The ability of the ancient dragon.

I swung.

I cut.

Sometimes I thrust.

I stabbed.

Each time.

The abilities of the challenger.

The Master’s abilities.

The powers of many heroes.

They were realized.

I carved up the body of the nightmare.

Finally.

Slowly, I raised the sword.

And swung it down.

Along the sword’s path...

Divine power manifested.

The black sun sets.

The name of the ability is.

“False Virtue.”

The challenger.

The Master.

The hero.

The nightmare.

The dragon.

And.

The priestess.

In the previous round.

I killed.

All of those powers.

Gathered together.

In Hell.