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Chapter 207: Roar of the Destruction God

Stepping on the stone pavement, Lutz regulated his breathing and checked the edge of his sword.

It hadn’t melted. On the contrary, it was gleaming as if freshly sharpened.

“Good,” Lutz murmured in his mind. With this, he could engage the monster on equal terms.

“Kevin-san, aren’t you scared?” 

Engaging the monster in close combat would result in the weapon being melted. While it was a natural progression to have Ricardo and Kasim deal with the undead and Lutz and Kevin taking on the demon, Lutz couldn’t help but feel sorry for assigning such a dangerous task to Kevin, who was unfamiliar with the labyrinth and not an experienced adventurer.

However, Kevin didn’t utter a single complaint and only grinned defiantly.

“Better than my wife.”

Regardless of his sense of humor, cracking a joke in this situation was quite reassuring. He would have undoubtedly been a successful adventurer even if he had chosen that path.

Talking too much to someone who had made up his mind would be disrespectful. Lutz nodded slightly and readjusted his grip on the sword. Words were no longer necessary.

Kevin skillfully took an arrow from his hip pouch, readying it with practiced hands. The monster illuminated its position with flames, which was convenient in the dark temple.

A swift arrow was released with a resounding “don,” and at the same time, Lutz started running towards the monster.

The monster once again used its left arm to deflect the arrow. Then, it hurled a fireball towards them. The flaming arms moved rapidly in the dimly lit temple, creating a fantastical yet grotesque scene.

The target wasn’t Kevin this time but Lutz. The monster instinctively judged that the inexplicable sword wielded by Lutz posed a greater threat, and it aimed to crush him.

A high-speed fireball approached. Dodge it or, no, it was too late.

Lutz readied his blade in the path of the fireball.

A roar, followed by a flash. The blade of kyoka suigetsu cut through the fireball, dispersing it into mist.

It was absurd, impossible. The monster stared wide-eyed with its murky eyes. In reality, there should be a charred, pitiful corpse lying there. However, what stood before them was Lutz, holding his sword straight, with the remnants of disappearing flames.

“…Nice face,” 

Lutz said, repositioning his sword and wearing a dark smile.

Born with immense power and having trampled over others from a safe position, depriving such a being of its advantage felt like a kind of pleasure for a man born without power.

Lifting his sword, Lutz took a big step forward. In an attempt to stop him, the monster swung its enormous right arm.

Whether due to psychological advantage or sheer composure, Lutz remained calm. He pulled his leg back, making himself half as large, dodging the thunderous right straight. Taking advantage of the exposed right arm, kyoka suigetsu descended.

The target was not the hardened arm but the wrist.

“Ah, guaaaah!”

A curse-like scream echoed as an overwhelming amount of drool spilled from the monster’s mouth.

The right hand, which had killed, crushed, and burned countless beings, had been severed by an inexplicable man. Wasn’t it enveloped in invincible flames? Why did this happen? Unknowable and unforgivable.

To deliver the finishing blow, Lutz returned his blade.

The monster, still sunk in despair, quietly accepted its fate with its head about to be severed. No, that’s not it. The reason the Flame demon is a monster is from this point.

The pain and hatred awakened by the shock of losing its right hand prompted the monster to act. Swinging its armless right side, it splattered blood.

“Bad…,” 

Lutz instinctively stopped his attacking hand and used both arms to shield his head.

“Guuuuh!”

Now, it was Lutz’s turn to writhe in pain. The sleeves burned away, and the surface of his arm scorched. It was as if he had been hit with concentrated sulfuric acid. Recoiling from the follow-up left arm, Lutz’s posture remained compromised.

Furthermore, from the right. The monster attacked again, this time with its fistless right arm. The punch without a fist pierced Lutz’s side. His vision violently shook.

The injured right arm of the monster, Lutz was wearing chainmail underneath. However, the impact was tremendous, and Lutz was thrown about two meters.

Lutz groaned, enduring pain and fear. Amidst the flickering consciousness, he never let go of kyoka suigetsu. He understood that letting go of it meant facing death.

The rage of the monster didn’t subside. It couldn’t be satisfied without tearing apart this living sacrifice while still alive.

At the moment he took a step forward, the monster’s head violently shook. An arrow from the crossbow had deeply pierced its neck.

“All right!”

Kevin couldn’t help but shout at the effectiveness of the lethal blow. However, the monster didn’t fall. The embedded arrow melted away at an extremely high temperature, and the monster merely directed its hateful gaze towards Kevin.

“No, of that’s not enough to kill you…”

Disappointed, Kevin prepared the next arrow. He couldn’t kill the monster, but it wasn’t futile. In this opening, Lutz was able to put some distance between himself and the monster, taking a moment to catch his breath.

Sharp pain ran through his side with every breath he took. His ribs probably weren’t broken, but there might be some cracks.

The monster didn’t move from its spot; its entire body wriggled strangely. It seemed as if the surroundings would turn into a vacuum, inhaling the dark miasma deeply into its chest.

Suddenly, the monster’s abdomen burst open. A new arm emerged from the inside, covered in numerous ears. From the shoulder, a foot made of bones protruded.

“What the…?”

Lutz and Kevin were speechless, unable to look away from the grotesque form of the monster.

It was the embodiment of destructive impulses; the monster had lost control of its own body. Destroy, kill, burn everything. That was all that occupied the monster’s mind.

“I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you all… you scum!”

Mouths on its face, what seemed like a mouth torn open on its side, mouths growing on its right shoulder—all screamed simultaneously.

The force was enough to stop the heart of a new adventurer just from its intensity. However, despite the pain and the grotesque appearance of the monster, Lutz smiled with a hint of satisfaction, his face covered in sweat.

He had no more composure left.

“What’s up, buddy? We seem to get along well, huh?”

Lutz tightened his beloved sword, adjusting his stance. His back straightened, and all pain and fear disappeared.

In front of him was only the enemy that needed to be cut down, nothing more.

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