I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

"God attribute... how sloppy..."

Like a saint made of, the dressed Zelaisse, with his hands open to the left and right, spits out a large amount of blood, while falling from his back to the lake.

But I was uncomfortable. It felt like my slash, which I unleashed on my heart, hit a hard object on the way out from my left shoulder to my right side.

If I were a normal sword, you'd wonder if I was caught in the spine or ribs. But it was Fran's special blow, wasn't it?

Instead of bone, it should have been chopped and ripped like tofu if it was to a somewhat hard metal extent. Something strong enough for me to feel stiff right now was in Zelaise.

Actually, I remember feeling similar. It is time for the case of the king's capital of the kingdom of Kranzel.

It's exactly the same as when the pseudo-fanatical sword slaughtered those who stabbed him. But there's a pseudo-fanatical sword stabbing Zelaisse...

"... that's it..."

Making the sound of Bashan, Zelaisse's body fell into the lake. The blood flowing out of its body dyes the lake red.

Besides, blood isn't the only thing that's spilling out. Inside it, even the life force seemed to melt into the lake and to be lost.

Light and heat are lost from Zelise's eyes, and his presence fades rapidly.

"haha... goodbye... -"

The last moment when vitality is completely lost. Zelaise smiled. Shortly afterwards, its flesh swells from the inside, swelling several times in an instant.

As the momentum remained, Zelaisse's body erupted a purple mist from inside his body. No, it's not from within. The body of Zelaisse mutated into mist and scattered.

Bushhhhhhhhhhh!

"Yabe!

Hazard detection is ringing a bell with cancer, but without it, I can tell. It's something you should never touch.

"Can't you just die!

Me and Ursi are in a big hurry to use the metastasis to get the distance. More than a hundred meters away, but the hazard detection is still responding. That won't help either. A waterfowl that was about halfway between us and where Zelaisse fell could be seen suffering and dying.

"I dare not suppress it with the wind!

I surround myself extensively with wind magic and narrow my wind walls so that I can keep it compressed. Looks like he managed to seal all the poison fog with wind magic. At the very least, purple fog is not within sight.

There's nothing I can do about it blending in the air, in the water, but the crisis detection is hardly responding any more, so there won't be any problems.

At the end of the day, I'm done eating everything with my poison absorption skills. Even if it was a skill like turning your body into poison fog like a vampire, you wouldn't be able to revive it if it was all absorbed.

"What, was Sierra okay?

"There."

"Oh, are you okay?"

Sierra has also taken a distance at some point. It didn't even look poisoned. Looks like Zelaisse's last fart is over for nothing, too.

"... you won?

"On?"

Fran and Ursi are not convinced. I felt the same way.

'Is this it?

Indeed, it was a sword of Kaishin. That was the attack that even the opponent was confident that he would be able to target a single reversal.

But can you win this light?

It's that Zelaisse, isn't it? Unlike some of Rich's most powerful enemies, he must have been an unafraid opponent.

Honestly, I thought at the bottom of my heart that even that attack could get me stunned.

Yet...

But we certainly witnessed it. The moment Zelaisse loses his vitality and dies. The moment Zelaisse's face, her body, broke hands and feet and turned into purple mist. And the moment that fog gets eaten up by me.

Surely, Zelaisse died, and flesh vanished.

It seems the same goes for Fran and Ursi, who had emotions on their faces other than pure joy. But you can't even survive in that situation.

Unconvinced, we had no choice but to admit Zelaisse's death.

As we stand on the spot, Sierra approaches us.

"... did you finish Zelaisse...?

"Mmm."

"Right...... Thanks."

I am slightly surprised that Sierra bowed her head. I didn't expect you to thank me honestly. Instead, I thought they'd say "don't imitate anything extra" or "even though it was my prey".

I guess that means Sierra wanted to take down Zelaise.

Sierra returns the still weak, evil-emitting, pitch-black sword to the sheath of her hips. Fran's eyes were drawn to the sword.

"Hey, is that sword... Daiju no?

Ability to destroy skills due to the tremendous evil that had been emitted earlier. Even if it's not Fran, it'll bother you.

In response to Fran's less specific inquiry. Sierra nods back.

"No problem. As far as I'm concerned, no harm done."

"Yes."

"Oh, oh."

Sierra looked surprised at Fran, who snorted lightly at the words. Maybe he thought he'd be pursued more.

In the case of adventurers, it is a violation of manners to persevere in listening to the origins of the rare weapons used by others and where they obtain them.

But it wasn't strange to get more penetrated about whether Sierra was really in control or not.

Because there is such a thing as a powerful sword that unleashes a large amount of evil, and if left unattended, it can cause a great deal of damage to the surroundings.

But Fran had nothing more to go into and listen to, and was convinced. And he clapped it out.

Well, Fran's used to me being a ton of demo swords. Free will, shards of evil gods sealed, and lots of other secrets.

Compared to that, I guess it's acceptable enough to be a little wicked.

Fran asked Sierra, who was eating a shoulder watermark and had a subtle face.

"Did you know about Zelaise?

"Ah, oh. A little bit of a cause..."

Apparently, you don't get stuck saying, "It's none of your business."