The Failed Swordsman Who Became the Strongest After Spamming the 100 Million Years Button-Novel

189. Allen Cell and Political Marriage [40]

Gregor, who sustained a deep wound on his chest, jumped far back.

「Haa haa… shithead! It’s super painful!」

He took a blue pill out of his pocket, glaring at me with hatred filled eyes.

(A spirit pill, huh…)

When Gregor swallowed it, the sword wound in the center of the chest healed with every passing moment.

「Kuu…The power of science is great, ain’t it…」

After completely recovering, he dropped his gaze on the pseudo-black sword.

「Man, the ability to manipulate『darkness』huh… A stupidly rare type of soul dress I’ve never heard of before. What’s more, that ridiculous output. It’s at the same level as the highest-class strengthening-type soul dress.」

Perhaps calming down due to losing some blood… Gregor began to state his view on the darkness in an indifferent manner.

「I don’t know how it is able to defend against a sword made of ashes which is insubstantial, but… there’s no mistaking that you have a pretty darn strong spirit core. There is truth to you beating Fu and Rain and the Organization classifying you as a『special class force』, at least.」

「Thank you.」

In actuality, I haven’t even deployed my soul dress yet, but…

I don’t have to go out of my way to expose the cards up my sleeve.

Deciding that, I simply gave a light answer.

「Kuku… But you’re out of luck, Allen Rodore! Taking down『strengthening-type』opponents like you is my forte.」

「Is that so…」

「Aa, that’s right! The selling point of〈Embers Cross〉is it’s ever-changing nature! Strengthening-types like yours which only have the ability to enhance physical ability… are the quickest to kill!」

With a heinous smile, Gregor thrust his ashen soul dress into the floor.

The next moment, four ash spears appeared out from where I stood.

「HA!」

I quickly spun around and cut all four ash spears aimed at my abdomen.

However,

「Fuha, I got you now!」

「What… !?」

The ash spear, seemingly behaved as sticky as mochi and clung to the pseudo-black sword.

(This is… the『ever-changing form of soul dress』that Zeon used!)

As my eyes widened to the unexpected development,

「Burst open! Explode Embers!」

The sticky ash cast dazzling light, causing a huge explosion.

「Guh!?」

Assailed by the bomb blast and embers at almost point blank range, I was blown back.

At the same time, a large amount of dust rolled up, and all I could see was gray.

「A-Allen-kun…」

「Kuku… There was a definite response, and I caught him perfectly! Well, well, I wonder if the corpse still has all its limbs attached?」

In the situation where I couldn’t see anything due to all the ash, the president’s uneasy cry and Gregor’s delighted voice echoed.

「Oi, Oi, don’t just write me off on your own.」

I swung my sword lightly, and the sword pressure cleared away the cloud of dust.

「Allen-kun… T-Thank goodness.」

「Bastard… What the hell? How are you still alive after such a big explosion!?」

The president breathed a sigh of relief, whereas Gregor was clearly irritated.

「I’ve been blown up so much to the point where my body is used to it.」

Claude-san’s〈Avio Troop〉and Lilim-senpai’s〈Burst Clay〉.

I have fought relatively frequently with soul dress users with explosive-type up to now.

As a result of repeatedly being exposed to bomb blasts and flames over and over again, my body has adapted to the phenomenon of『explosion』.

(But if I get a direct hit from a large bomb like『Owl』or『Burst Sword』, I will definitely sustain damage to a certain extent.)

The true nature of Gregor’s ability is not explosion, but a『by-product』explosion, so to speak. Which can be completely prevented by cladding myself in a thin dark robe.

「Is that so… Now I’ve got a good idea that you’re an『inhuman』. Then, how about this one!?」

When he raised his left hand high in the sky, a vast amount of ash swords formed over his head.

He seems to have switched from explosion to stabbing.

(An『ever-changing』attack form, with a wide variety of techniques.)

I won’t be able to defend against that with just the dark robe.

I held onto Seigan no Kamae and adjusted my breathing.

「Haha, I’m going to skewer you! Embers Swords!」

Gregor swung his left hand down, and more than a hundred ash swords were fired all at once.

Certainly, the number is a little much, but… this degree is still no problem.

「HA!」

With movements that are true to the basics, I cut down all the impending ash swords.

「Tch… A gross swordsmanship that is faithful to the basics. You love boring『plain training』, is it?!」

「Yeah, that was all I had.」

I couldn’t belong to any school, so plain training was all I had.

「Don’t answer seriously to provocation, you trash! Stop the futile resistance, and just die quickly!」

Gregor roared and swung his left hand sideways. Ash swords appeared in the air encircling me.

The number was incomparable to the previous attack.

Just looking at it, I counted slightly over a thousand.

(…That’s a lot.)

It would be physically impossible to cut down this number with the pseudo-black sword.

「This is the end! Embers Siege!」

The moment he thrust down the ash sword in his hand, the thousand swords floating in the air were shot all at once.

……It’s about time.

「Destroy -〈Zeon〉!」

The moment I shouted, dusky darkness broke forth into the cathedral.

Darkness dyed the approaching ash swords with jet-black and devoured everything in an instant.

Overwhelming destruction that doesn’t care for consent or refusal.

Black which stimulates primordial fear.

Zeon’s darkness devoured sound and light alike. Returning everything to nothing.

Gregor, who witnessed it up close,

「O-Oi Oi… What the hell is that output?!! I-I didn’t hear about this!? I-Isn’t that thing just a straight up monster!?」

He slowly backed away, muttering something incoherent.

「It’s not like I hid it, but this is my soul dress. Gregor Ash. Sorry, but I’m going to settle this match soon!」

Thus, the death fight between me and Gregor finally entered the final phase.