Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer? Chapter 171

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“I wonder if that… was eaten by the devil…!”

“What is it? “The tiger has turned black!”

I wiped away some more blood while listening to the Archmage’s voice. Embarrassment? Shocked? Unfortunately, I don’t have that feeling.

This is why I thought that this could be because Biryuho ate the corpse of the Great Devil, or because the Great Devil was more docile than expected.

After all, isn’t it the rule of the country that high-ranking enemies like the Great Devil are not easily killed? National rule is to assume that there is a possibility of resurrection until one sees the body being burned or purified with one’s own eyes.

This is especially true if someone eats the corpse. It would be unsettling even if an ally ate it, but someone who wasn’t even an ally ate it? That’s unconditional.

[This time, I will make you my companion on the way to the underworld.]

Regardless of what I have decided to do, I cannot stop feeling regretful. Even if that guy wasn’t resurrected, there were enough opponents for me.

“Is that possible with a demonic subject?”

“Be careful, Inquisitor!”

“This time too, you will be the only one to face death!”

The good news is that the Inquisitor is fine. There was no need to lose strength in creating an environment to fight like last time.

“I don’t know what it is, but if you’re alive, that’s fine! Haha! This time, Berserk will definitely catch it!”

Berserker also became excited after realizing that he had something left to deal with. To be honest, I think it would be okay for those two to just fight like this.

That’s because Berserker is a human, so he can’t be affected by divine power and has good tenacity, so I think he would be a good match for the Inquisitor.

In comparison, I… let alone my compatibility, my physical condition is in good shape right now.

“Cough.”

“Don’t get up!”

But that won’t work, right? The devil you thought you caught is alive and well, but there’s no way you can ignore that.

“Get out of the way.”

Still, the bleeding has stopped a lot more than before. Thanks to the Archmage’s brief care, my HP recovered a bit.

So it is right to move.

I shook off the Archmage’s hand and stood up.

“You’re just falling asleep, aren’t you? “Berserk will catch it anyway!”

“It’s not worth talking about.”

Well, okay. My body doesn’t shake when I stand up. There is a little bit of dizziness, but compared to the level of tinnitus that I normally hear, it’s quite different.

If this is the case, there will be no problem. I adjusted my sword and held it.

“come!”

“this…!”

At that moment, Moby Dick and Biryuho’s Jjamppong and Mobyho also launched an attack. Looking at this direction, it was clear that the attack was aimed at me.

“Where!”

The Inquisitor was indignant and unleashed a wave of divine power, but unfortunately the Mobiho was one step faster.

It wrapped itself in vines made of water and was fired like a cannonball.

What jumped out through the overflowing cloud of light and rushed towards us. The Archmage didn’t even have time to protect himself.

The Archmage instinctively crouched down and covered his head with his arms.

“Tahat!”

Fortunately, Berserker, who did not want to lose his prey, took the initiative and ensured her safety.

The Berserker’s halberd spun around like a windmill under its strong muscles and struck the approaching Mobiho hard.

The angle of the Mobiho’s body changed and it flew out in the other direction. I’m not sure if I wasn’t prepared for something like this or if it was fired at a speed I couldn’t control.

The Moby slid to the other side and quickly stopped with its feet on the ground.

It was precisely the timing that made me step forward.

“Ugh you!”

Berserker is all good, but he doesn’t seem to be good at learning. Haven’t you experienced this a few times before when you strike first and I strike second?

Well, it’s my business so it’s not something I should worry about.

As I listened to her astonishment, I aimed at the Moby that had stopped on the other side. The pitch black sword cut through the green vines and cut down the afterimage of the Mobyho.

The Mobiho appeared a short distance away, its fins fluttering like decorations on its back. This time, it didn’t land well and left a long mark on the ground.

“You came back as a rat.”

[The body of a fat baby animal is not bad as a vessel. It’s funny that such a good body could only be used for something like that.] Well,

that’s right. It was clumsy at the beginning, but I also had a hard time starting in the middle. Even though I wasn’t able to use all of my physical abilities, wouldn’t that be a very good use of the combination of abilities?

Are you confident you can do more than that?

Then it’s difficult.

With that thought in mind, I kicked the ground. In fact, I started the question and answer at the same time, so at this point, I was already right in front of the Mobi.

Cough!

My blade clashed with Mobiho’s claws. It was not an animal’s fingernail, but a human’s fingernail.

When the entire body turns black, the distinction between fingernails and fingers disappears, and the hands become sharp like bird’s claws.

There was a slight cut, and black blood was trickling down the blade.

“Hya!”

Teuong!

One after another, it struck away Berserker’s halberd with its remaining hand. A sound like metal clashing with metal rang out. The hand that does not have a single scratch left immediately touches the index and middle fingers.

phut!

A stream of water shot out from the tip of his finger, sniping at Berserker. She tried to dodge, but the vines that grabbed her ankles forced her to give up her shoulders.

A circular mark was left on Berserker’s shoulder.

bang!

If so, was I playing all this time? That wasn’t it.

The moment I decided that my long sword was blocked, I retrieved it and attempted a follow-up attack.

However, the Mobiho held Berserker in check while also spreading vines towards me. I couldn’t prepare myself to be hit by a branch that fell like a spear from the floor, aiming for my heart.

After my sword cut the branch, I tore the vines with the strength of my ankle and stepped back. It was an action in preparation for a follow-up attack, but fortunately it did not come.

On the other hand, Berserker continued to attack, tearing off the stem with only the power of his feet, as if he was prepared to fight back… but fell back with a loud noise.

After exchanging a few hits—I looked at it, the Mobiho’s reaction was a bit delayed—it was because the Mobiho used a knockback attack.

Anyway, Berserker, who was pushed aside and stood on the same level as me, glared at the Mobiho.

[Even though it is not in the king’s domain, the body moves freely. Although it is still inconvenient to use demon energy, it is quite sweet that it does not require demon energy to maintain the body. I understand why you, Anger, only take fault with the creations of other gods. Even if the senses are different, if it has this advantage, it is worth using as a vessel.]

Even though its gaze was not usually stern, the Mobiho was calm.

Rather than being leisurely, well. The excited tone of his speech, as if he were drunk on something, really bothers me. The same goes for the facial expression, which has become more recognizable as it changes from the shape of a beast to that of a cutie.

The flushed face announced its abnormality.

“What are you saying…?!”

Berserker is not the kind of person who will just sit there and watch. She was the first to pounce. Timing was lost.

[What a mean thing!]

Mobiho, who was a bit grumpy, immediately turned on his face and spewed out magical energy. It was a good thing we didn’t fight together. I almost got swept away by the waves of magic energy coming out.

[Get out, this is not a fight you should get involved in!]

“With those words…”

[This is a fight of anger with me!]

“…!”

But what are you saying now?

No matter how serious your expression is, you can’t do anything. How dare you change someone else’s character’s name? I also fix your name as the real Mobiho.

“…Tsk.”

But regardless of my absurdity, those words must have been quite meaningful to Berserker. Although he looked very distressed, he lowered his weapon and stepped back.

why. Those words come out naturally. No really why?

“Why are you coming back?”

I wasn’t the only one who felt embarrassed. The Archmage who was applying the buff from behind was also taken aback.

It was worth it. Aside from the fact that one of the dealers had thrown a plate, she had just finished chanting the Haste spell. I gave him a buff at best, but when he throws the board, his blood pressure goes up.

“It is a fight of warriors. A Nordan warrior does not interfere in a duel between two legitimate people.”

“I don’t think that’s coming out now.”

“So when should that come out?”

That’s right…. I wondered if I could call that a warrior, but he said, ‘He’s not a warrior!’ I wonder if that’s because it’s a bit ambiguous.

After all, the problem lies in the devil’s origins. He didn’t do anything petty, right…?

…Nothing, right? That Biryuhoji who took Gungun hostage in such a shameful way… he… wait a minute, he did something to Dev too! You don’t give a shit like that?

Or is it okay to duel even if you are not a warrior? I don’t know the standards.

I tried to measure Berserker’s standards, but soon gave up. At first glance, simple people are the most difficult to understand.

So what I should do is not be devastated by her, but deal with Mobiho alone.

“No matter how you do it…!”

“Watch it, wizard. Or do you just not believe it? Victory for our comrades?”

“No, I’m not saying that…”

“What’s going on?!”

Actually, this may be convenient. Berserker and I don’t work well together, and the Inquisitor takes damage from me as well.

[Now the board is ready. Come, anger.]

“Do not pollute my ears with base language and words.”

Well, now that I think about it, it’s not just that it might be convenient, but it’s a total benefit. Anyway, I always catch boss mobs alone, so I don’t need anyone else’s help anymore.

“Die, devil.”

So, I ignored the conversation between Berserker and the Archmage Inquisitor and confronted the Mobiho.

That’s it. There was a bit of a struggle between my blade and my opponent’s fingernails.

Then Mobiho took a step closer and held out his cupped right hand. Nails that came together like awls lightly scratched my cheek.

Suddenly!

However, the Mobiho is not the only thing that can be attacked empty-handed. I clawed from bottom to top with my fingernails filled with demonic energy.

The Mobi quickly retreated. It was already expected. The attack didn’t even hit me, so I’m not sure why it stumbled like that.

Although I felt uncomfortable, I stabbed my sword forward in sync with the Mobiho’s movements.

The magical spears that appear in succession are also aimed at all the ways the opponent can escape.

Kugugoong!

Mobiho also did not suffer quietly.

It frowned slightly, and rather than dodging directly, it shot out vines from the floor.

It wasn’t difficult to avoid it because part of the floor was shaking as a warning sign.

My body took steps to avoid the branches rising in a spiral.

[Die!]

One after another, ice spears formed in the air rained down on me. Rather than being thrown in a straight line, they flew in a curved line, as if they had some guidance function.

At least my speed was faster and I could destroy it with a long sword, so it wasn’t a big problem. It’s just a little annoying.

Chaeng chaejaeng.

The ice, shattered by the metal, became fragments and flew in all directions.

Branches growing from the ground do not disappear over time, making them a significant obstacle.

So, instead of rushing at the Mobyho, I ran around in a circle, cutting down the thorns and observing the Mobyho.

It stands slightly crooked and continues to fire long-distance attacks without moving.

It was a puzzling attitude from my point of view, knowing that it would be more powerful to attack him in person than to attack him from such a distance.

Slurp.

But that doubt was soon resolved.

This is because its body, which had been stained pitch black, occasionally turned white and showed its insides. I think Mobiho’s frowning every time is what’s preventing Biryuho from waking up again.

Cough!

Also, this kid’s melee combat is a bit clumsy. Earlier, I thought it was strange that he was noticeably stumbling and couldn’t move clearly and that his overall reaction was delayed, but he was really not using his body well.

I think maybe it’s because it’s not his original body and he couldn’t adapt to it… Whatever the reason, if he is sloppy, that is enough.

[Get away!]

Even more so if you prove it by using knockback so often.

I was hit by a huge stream of water and fell back. Because it wasn’t regular water, my body felt torn rather than wet.

Although it was only a scratch, it would not be far wrong to say that it was torn as the clothes and bandages were torn and hundreds of scars were left on the skin.

But should we stop here?

Is that possible?

I was pushed back and kicked the ground again to bring the fight into close combat.

[Pfft!]

Mobiho read my blatant intention and hurriedly prepared the next skill.

Water rose from beneath the Moby’s feet and began to cover the surrounding land like a flood.

window window window. The water flowing like a wave froze smoothly in stages with a clear sound. If I landed there, my balance would be lost.

“It’s not the same.”

At that point I realized why the thorns hadn’t gone away.

This was given to me to use as a stepping stone at this time.

Suddenly!

Even if that wasn’t the actual intention, I understood it that way.

So, even though the power was poor, I fired the sword energy as wide as possible. The upper part of the spiral thorns was cut into chunks, forming a shape that was comfortable to step on.

My body climbed on top of it.

[There is no such thing as a clown!]

Well, that’s right. I don’t remember ever seeing a clown dressed so darkly.

I rushed towards the Mobyho, stepping on a platform that wasn’t a stepping stone. Ice chunks were created endlessly and aimed at me, but it didn’t matter. It can be shredded without magical power.

Sigh.

Then, while checking the sound coming from the long sword, I threw the sword away. The mindset was to see the end before the long sword breaks.

The sword soaked in magic flew like a spear.

[It doesn’t work!]

Contrary to what he said, he must have felt threatened.

The Mobiho temporarily stopped the ice spear it was continuously generating and focused on blocking the sword. The vines grew in an instant and formed a shield.

bang!

The blade sank deep into the shield.

At the same time, my hand grabs the two-hander on my back and pulls it out.

Seething magical power was injected into the silver blade, spitting out three sharp prongs.

The wooden vine shield was broken into three pieces. The Mobi seen beyond is lying flat on its face, which is unusual.

Although it was the most efficient evasion method, it was unexpected.

I never thought that I would avoid something like that out of pride.

[Die.]

However, whether unexpected or otherwise, failure to predict in a fight always demands a price.

I made a decision the moment I saw the opponent charging at me like a wild beast. This cannot be avoided.

Clang!

Even if you can’t avoid it, that doesn’t mean giving up. The moment I made a decision, I abandoned the two-hender and grabbed a piece of the shield that was about to split and fall down. This is the long sword I threw away earlier.

A piece of a shield was lifted between me and the Mobiho, blocking part of its attack. Of course, despite that, my left arm was grabbed by the shoulder and my fingernails were pierced.

A slight pain and the message “Poison!” came to mind at the same time.

[Foolish.]

In addition, the vine stuck to the long sword suddenly sprouted new branches and began to entangle my body.

“Demon knight!”

“Don’t go out. “The fight is not over yet.”

From behind, she could hear the Inquisitor’s urgent voice and Berserker’s words stopping her.

[Die!]

What should I do with this? It grew too thick to be broken by strengthening its body with magical power.

However, there is no space to perform a ground crash. The principle is to condense magical energy into the blade, then inject the condensed magical energy into the ground at once and spread it around…

Wait, isn’t that something that doesn’t need space after all?

So was I an idiot? Why not apply this while applying everything else?

To be honest, spreading spiral magic around is an application of this, but… I can’t help but feel like a bit of an idiot.

With a sense of desperation, I poured magical energy into the blade I was holding. And as soon as the magic power had gathered to a certain extent, it exploded.

That’s just 2 seconds. This was when the Moby wrapped his son-in-law in hundreds of ice spears and fired them at me.

“Something like this.”

Magical blades poured out from the blade to the arms, upper body, and legs, tearing off the sleeves and the entire back. It felt as if a sharp wind was blowing around me.

“It doesn’t work.”

Also, they were not satisfied with my clothes and wood fragments.

Their next target was the hundreds of ice spears fired at me. Pasasak. The ice spears were all crushed as if they had been put in a crusher.

[…!]

“Ah, devil knight!”

“See, didn’t you say Berserk was okay?”

Tens of thousands of ice pieces flew in the air, turning the world into a pure white snow field. The coldness they contain temporarily freezes my breathing to white.

And in the middle of it all, I slashed my long sword down through the ice powder. Breaker. The startled Mobi waved his arms in a similar manner.

Suddenly!

I couldn’t cut it completely, but I cut half of his forearm.

Unclean black blood was splattered on the floor.

[You wouldn’t even have a firework!]

Oh, you don’t have to have one.

I stretched out my arms in the air below, saying something in a humorous tone. The reason why the breaker was used was to shake the ground and use the impact to make the two-hender fly.

Of course, it doesn’t float that high due to the weight, but it is sufficiently covered by the lowered waist and arms extended downward to strike down that neat sword.

Kang!

My right hand grabbed the hilt of the sword and quickly pulled it up. It was not intended to be wielded properly, but rather used as a shield.

The blade blocking my path diagonally blocked Mobyho’s claws.

Is this my turn again? I fired a bombard at the front with my long sword and then swept the front while holding it there.

The magic power was truly at an end now, but I felt it at the point when I could count the newly created ice spears with my eyes and when a part of its body showed white particles.

That guy is finished now.

[It’s not the end yet…!]

“It’s the end.”

Beam and blade. That Adme’s thing silently cut down most of the things Moby Dick and Biryuho had summoned.

The Moby barely escaped damage and some parts were outside the path and were not destroyed, but this was a good harvest.

The white part of the Moby took up half of the face and summoned its original owner.

[This Biryuho is still there—!]

The ice spear that I couldn’t get rid of passed through the nape of my neck, my side, and my thigh, but this couldn’t stop me.

Looking at Biryuho’s desperate face, I moved the sword again in the opposite direction to the direction I had just swung.

Moby Dick or Biryuho changed his form into a tiger and rushed at me, as if struggling, but it was already too late.

“Apologise with death.”

Suddenly!

The slash splits the huge tiger. The blade, which has reached its limit, does not snap apart as usual, but scatters into pieces as if disintegrating from the tip.

Coo!

Now, all that remains is the tiger’s body divided into the hilt, head, and body with the blade missing.

“To everything you messed with.”

Cough.

At the same time, the blood I was barely holding back broke my knees.