Chapter 123
Count Brandenburg, the Holy Knight, was a formidable foe. Even the current Dale could not guarantee victory if they faced him in a fair and square battle. But not all battles in this world were fought ‘fair and square’.
Following the oath of the Holy Sword, the knight thrust his blade into the man’s heart. Yet, even then, the man did not die.
The most noble sword in the world sacrificed itself to protect the most vile being in the world.
The sword imbued with the blessing of the goddess Sistina. The relic of the first White Tower Master, who brought the Holy Sword Knight to this very place.
The holy sword shattered, and at the same time, he suffered a fatal wound that made continuing the battle impossible. Even though it had blocked a fatal blow that would have pierced his heart, he could not escape the shock.
“I will never, ever forgive you…!”
Despite injuries severe enough to prevent further combat, the Pig King charged forward.
There was no blade in his hand. He had become the beast itself, charging forward—a figure no longer worthy of being called a ‘Holy Knight’.
Using the boar’s vicious tusks as weapons, he rapidly closed the distance.
Simultaneously, Dale swung the jet-black demon sword ‘Hunger’, and the shadow cloak synchronized with him, fluttering as it unleashed a barrage of pitch-black blades.
A hail of blades, born from the shadows along the cloak’s hem, shot forth like bullets.
The pitch-black blades cloaked in the darkness of the cursed sword ‘Hunger’ rained down like bombs. The boar let out a scream.
