I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

Chapter 19 (2)

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In an instant, he closed the distance to the nearest host, a gremlin, and swiftly struck with his sword.

Crack-!

The gremlins head split openthe root of the plant was precisely connected to its body. The body collapsed, roots writhing like tendrils.

Fwoosh-!

Other parasitic plants began to shudder in unison right after that.

The movements of the hosts transformed in an instant.

Keyack! Keyeahck-!

They all turned towards Ian and charged like beasts.

Swoosh-!

As a host came charging, Ian beheaded it, and he vanished into the darkness beyond the torchlight.

Kyaaaah!

The swarming creatures, covered in writhing plants, lunged forward.

Lou Sola

Miguel muttered, staring into the darkness that resounded with the sound of wind, impacts, and slicing.

Its not the time to lose our minds, Miguel.

It was Maeve who snapped him back. She had suddenly appeared, holding a sword out to Miguel.

Follow Ian as he said. Slowly.

Toward there? Then what about

Miguel was cut off by Maeves voice.

Ill take care of the rear. Otherwise, well be completely surrounded.

!

Miguel blinked and shifted his gaze to the rear and sides as Maeve urged.

Dont just stand there foolishly. Didnt you hear? Come on!

With a sharp command, Phillip started to move forward.

.Damn.

Miguel glanced briefly at Maeves back and followed.

Phillips advance was not swift, yet Miguel did not urge him on. There was no sense of distance amid the cries and wind sounds echoing from all directions.

Besides, a horrifying scene unfolded before themthe decayed bodies of goblins and gremlins, the remnants of the plants and vines that had consumed them, the snapped jaws of the carnivorous trees.

Using this nightmare-like tableau as a guide, Phillip pushed forward while hacking through the undergrowth, and even in doing just that, he seemed remarkably courageous.

Lou Sola, may you gaze upon this mortal with your radiant light and

Even if it sounded like he was about to cry, Miguel incessantly mumbled.

.!

Suddenly, Miguels eyes widened.

The tangled mass of vines that had spread suddenly began to writhe as Phillip approached.

What? Aaah?!

In an instant, the vines wrapped around Phillips legs, and with a scream, he fell.

Crunch!

Miguel, swinging the torch in his hand, struck the vines.

Get off! You damn plants!

He wildly swung the torch, striking at the vines entangling Phillips legs. Surprisingly, it was effective. As the flames touched the vines, they began to convulsively writhe.

Get off! Right now! You damn bastard!

Miguel mercilessly swung the torch.

Ack, aah! Aaah!

Phillips screams grew louder. At some point, it wasnt because of the vines but because of Miguels brutal beating.

Enough! Aaah! I said, let go! let go!

Even after the vines released his legs, the beating continued, and Phillip shouted as if he was protesting. Miguel painted, muttering to himself.

Well, thats what you get for meddling with the grass, you bastard

A strangely relieved voice. After wiping away the blood from his face, Miguel added.

Are you okay?

..Do I look okay?

Well I dont see any injuries on you

Phillip grabbed Miguels extended hand, regaining his senses. Miguel laughed slightly and offered his hand, which Phillip grabbed.

Miguel nonchalantly added.

I was only trying to save you, understand.

It felt like you were going to kill me

Ignoring the comment, Miguel set the writhing vines on fire with the torch in his hand.

If you have any oil, take it out. These things seem to burn well.

Phillip quickly searched through his saddlebag and moved forward. Miguel followed closely. Both had the reins tucked under one armpit, and they held oil pouches and torches in both hands.

So you really were a mercenary.

Suddenly, Phillips remark made Miguel snort.

Is that what you thought up to now?

Wellwe mercenaries and the likes of Sir are quite different.

Sure. If youre comparing yourself to him, then any other one will seem unimpressive.

Miguel chuckled lightly as he once again surveyed their surroundingsthe endless feast of corpses.

How many do you think could handle this alone? Do you think its overflowing in the border zones?

Definitelythough thats true.

Phillip fell silent. There was nothing more to say.

Despite the overwhelming number of bodies, the wind continued to howl from all directions. The sounds of impact, cries, and battle cries were all still present.

How far had they come by sporadically burning the still-moving parasitic plants?

Crack! Thud!

Among the cacophony of sounds, the figure of Ian, smashing the head of a host, emerged from under the trees.

Heh

Turning his body towards Miguel and Phillip, he wiped the rotten blood and visceral fragments from his body. His expression showed annoyance, as if he was disgusted with the splatter of blood on his face. But that image only lasted for a moment. He looked more like a demon.

Brother! Look to your side!

Miguel shouted, reaching out his hand.

In the next instant, Ian moved again.

Keyaack-!

The gremlin charging towards Ian, its vines wriggling, was smacked in the head and pinned in place.

Crack! Thud!

As the sword broke while splitting the gremlins neck, Ian discarded the remaining half and reached for his belt.

Then, as if to believe the situation, a new sword appeared in his hand.

?!

Did I see that wrong? While Miguel blinked, Ian had already moved once more.

Cost-effectiveness is terrible

Uttering incomprehensible words, Ian turned his head.

Only Miguel noticed that he wasnt looking at them, but behind them.

finally.

At the continuing voice, Miguel turned to look behind him.

.!

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

Beyond the darkness, a blue light began to shine. The blue light expanded in an instant.

The full-body armor, imbued with divine power, illuminated the forest as if it were daylight.

Thanks to that, Miguel finally saw the true nature of the advancing demonsonce rulers of the forest, the gremlins and goblins had become hosts, charging towards new host candidates.

Crack! Swish!

In response to this, Maeve swung her sword down, and a trail of blue light swept through the forest. Dozens of hosts charging towards them were mowed down.

Oh my

Miguels mouth hung open at the overwhelming sight.

No need to do that.

Ians voice was relaxed, void of tension.

It was natural.

Once Maeve began using her divine power, the number of hosts became insignificant.

If Ian used magic, it would be the same, but magical energy needed to be saved for the source of the contamination.

Even dealing with leftovers is such a hassle

The brief flicker of the blue light was immediately followed by another event.

?

Ians widened eyes focused on Maeve. The divine power attached to her full-body armor was strangely shaking.

In the same moment, Miguel sensed her struggling. The blue light began to waver.

Puuhh-!

Maeve, rigid until then, collapsed, spitting blood through the face cover of her helmet.

?!

Translator; ippo

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