Paradigm Parasite - Chapter 163: "Collision"

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When I confirm that all the High Elves present are dead, I land on top of the temple.

Parts of those who were well burned are lying around, but I ignore them.

Nearby, a large hole has been opened by the people I killed inside earlier.

I look in through the hole and see that Savage is destroying the unlighted pillar with his tail.

I looked towards the frozen elves and saw several of them lying around with their heads and torsos weeping apart.

Most of them probably thought I was out of the way and had an opening, so they resisted and were slashed to death by the Trust.

Aquiel is up against a few Grigori survivors, but it’s a close battle.

Now that the replacement bodies are gone, their momentum will probably weaken, so it’s hard to say whether it’s a victory or a defeat.

…Will they be cut down first or will their opponents sink first?

Well, win or lose, the High Elves will die or nearly die.

I want Aquiel to survive because it took a lot of work, but if he dies, it doesn’t matter if he dies.

They’ve done their part well enough.

The battlefield is …… fine.

Elven warriors were being hunted from all sides by Monos and Mothmen, and those who tried to escape were preyed upon by Tatzelbrum and goblins.

The elves’ attacks against the Mothmen were not even grazed, and the Monos were impervious to their attacks.

They are creatures created for use against elves in the first place.

Without Grigori’s spear, it would have been impossible for them to be defeated.

In addition, they have been strengthened, albeit slightly, by Aquiel’s abilities, and to top it off, the dead elves have the triple handicap of getting up and attacking their allies.

For the elves, it would be nothing short of a nightmare.

Incidentally, some Shrigala and Gevaudan, who are not here, are stationed around the village with a reserve force of orcs and trolls to finish off anyone who tries to flee.

The renovation has been completed, Riley is in command, but he was very determined.

…Is he trying to clear his name?

I heard that some of them were trying to evacuate to other villages before the war started, so it was the right thing to do.

I’ve told them to capture a few of them alive or bring the heads to me as soon as possible, just in case, but as long as I haven’t heard from them, it doesn’t seem to matter.

…and the rest…

I cast my gaze a little further away.

There, Abdullah and Rikhard were fighting to the death.

Abdullah’s curved sword slices through Rikhard’s magic.

His physical abilities would normally allow him to see right through, but he couldn’t do the trick of knocking it off with his sword.

His physical abilities as a reincarnated Gothsucker are not comparable to those of a goblin.

The weapon he uses is also a high quality magical weapon that he has been using for a long time, and its strength is unmatched by any other sword out there.

In contrast, Rikkhard also received Grigori’s blessing as king, and his physical and magical skills have been greatly enhanced, so that the physical abilities of both men are not ordinary.

But…

Abdullah runs while striking down Rikkhard’s magical barrage with his curved sword, without changing his expression.

“……gh!”

Rikkhard tried to stop Abdullah’s assault by changing the magic he used – [fireball], [waterball], [windblade] and [stone bullet] – but it did not stop.

Fireballs are cut in two, waterballs are bounced off the belly of the sword, wind blades are brushed off with the arms, and stone bullets are ignored by the robustness of the body without defending against them in the first place.

He swung down in time.

Rikhard jumps backwards and ducks, firing more magic.

Equally ineffective.

Rikkhard grits his teeth inwardly.

Flying tools are useless except as a check.

“What’s the matter? Just running away?”

“You too! I didn’t hit you, did I?”

While replying, Rikhard was feeling somewhat impatient.

Not for the battle at hand, but for other things.

His priority is his family, his people, then himself, and he sees the Abdullah in front of him as secondary, only as an obstacle.

Naturally, he has his own feelings about his brother-in-law, but he divides them with reason.

This is also due to his ‘contract’ with Grigori, but he is convinced of this and does not resist at all.

Abdullah, by contrast, is conversely calm.

Although he certainly feels excitement at the prospect of the prey he has been stalking for years, for some reason the core of his thoughts remains cold and he is extremely calm.

Perhaps something was done to him when he was altered into this body.

He understood, in part, the thoughts of a man called Roe.

That man will basically do nothing to you if you don’t harm him.

In other words, as long as he continues to prove himself useful, there is no need to worry.

On the other hand, if he judges you to be harmful, he will move to eliminate you to the point of being cruel.

…There will be no tomorrow for the elves if this is the case.

At best they will be killed, at worst they will be experimental material. At the very least, there should be no good future awaiting them.

Then there is no reason for me to stick to them.

My aim is revenge against the elves, but as long as I can dispose of the most unforgivable traitor, I have no complaints or dissatisfaction as long as the result is met.

When it is over, I will be his servant, obedient to him as I promised.

As long as I am in opposition to Grigori, if all goes well, I will clash with those who have directly taken Lord Hironori into their hands, and I may even be asked to be part of the fight.

My heart burns when I think of that.

The hateful enemies who destroyed our happiness, which we were just living peacefully.

The thought of being able to tear them to pieces brings a black joy to my heart, but I warn myself and return my attention to the enemy in front of me.

First, the traitor must be disposed of.

Abdullah is tongue-tied by the power of his own body.

He had seen Shrigala and Monos, but when he becomes…, he has a strong feeling of what he is capable of.

The power is so overwhelming that it cannot be compared to what it was before.

The dynamic vision that can respond to flying magic after seeing it, and the physical ability to follow it.

It’s really wonderful. With this, I can win. Without any problems.

While striking down the flying magic with his sword, he closes the gap even further.

…Rikkhard. Your end will be when this distance is gone.

Rikkhard was surprised by Abdullah’s physical ability as well, and although it was only a matter of time before the distance between them was crushed, he too, who was sparing that time, decided to play the game.

There is indeed a winning trump card. But it cannot be used yet.

He has to deal with Roe after he finishes off Abdullah.

The trump card must be used against him.

The man is too dangerous. I will be going against Grigori’s wishes, but not with my current abilities.

I’m sorry, but you’ll have to give up.

We regret the man who will be forced to carry our baggage, but our priority is the peace of this village.

We will destroy that obstacle no matter what.

Invoke magic.

I’m exhausted in mind and body, but I don’t care.

Multiple activation. Soil Soil, Fertile Fatal, Thriving Growth.

The outer skin of both arms is transformed into a tree, from the surface of which tree branches grow and extend like spears.

Soil Soil is a magic that transforms his body into soil that controls the growth of plants, and he uses Fertile Fatal to plant seeds and Thriving Growth to make them grow.

Close combat is not his forte, but he is not lacking in skill.

He catches a swinging sword with one arm and manipulates the growth of the branch to expand and contract. He entangles it.

“Nuh-uh.”

Abdullah tries to draw the sword, but he can’t break free and his expression is distorted in disgust.

With his remaining arm, he stretches the growing branch and thrusts it out.

The branch, hardened to its limit, is sharper than an ordinary spear and easily penetrates thin armour.

— but.

The protruding branch does not pierce, but stops at the skin.

…It doesn’t pierce!?

“What kind of body do you have!?”

Quickly, he tries to keep his distance, but Abdullah puts more strength into the hand holding the sword.

Taking advantage of Rikhard’s branch that blocked the sword, Abdullah clenches his fist and slams it into his stomach.

“Ga… ha…”

The shock and pain cause Rickhard to let out a gasp and fold his body into a crouch.

The head comes to a good position, so he lets go of the sword and follows up with a blow to the side of the head.

When the body swims away, he strikes another blow to the opposite side.

When the head returns to its original position, strike another blow to scoop it up from below.

Abdullah’s hand feels the jaw shatter.

I know first-hand how dangerous the High Elves can be, so I’m not going to let my guard down.

As a stopgap, he tries to crush the head, but Rikhard pushes Abdullah out of the way by extending a branch that is still lodged in his stomach, forcing him to move out of the way. At the same time, he releases the sword’s restraints.

Rikhard rubs his chin and activates his magic.

[Harvest Harvest], [Flower Crown Corolla].

The former gathers power from the surrounding trees to heal wounds, while the latter raises defence and resistance to magic, both of which are magic only available to High Elves.

Wounds heal slowly.

Rikkhard, finding it difficult to keep his distance, adds more magic, inwardly chattering his teeth.

[Thorn Shield Thorn Shield], [Thorn Armour Thorn Armour].

A circular shield made of thorns on his right arm and thorns grow on the surface of his arborised body.

A headache from the continuous use of magic in rapid succession hits him, but he twists it away with his will and looks at his opponent.

Rikkhard is determined.

He will finish them off in close combat.

Abdullah, seeing this, smiles ferociously and launches magic in response.

[Activities].

Before, I couldn’t use much magic, but now I can even do this while fighting.

It’s magic for strengthening the body. All the muscles in my body creak and swell, and my vision clears.

“Let’s go.”

Abdullah stomps his feet and charges straight at him.

Rikhard holds his shield as if to respond, ready to intercept.

Before he can raise his fist to strike, the thorns on his shield unravel and he pounces.

“With a single thought like that…”

“Can you say the same thing if you eat this!”

The thorns entangle the abdullah, but their needles cannot penetrate the outer skin.

At the same time, the thorns turn purple.

The plant-derived deadly poison tries to sink into Abdullah’s skin, but he laughs through his nose and grabs the entangled thorns with his bare hands, rips them apart, and grabs the rest and pulls them forcefully towards him.

“…nah.”

Rikhard’s body floats in the air and heads towards Abdullah.

When he is in a good position, his fist again pierces his stomach – before he is prevented by a shield of thorns.

–Somehow…

A moment after you think you have prevented it.

A hot feeling here and there on the body.

When you look down at your own body to see what it is, you find that something has pierced through your Thorn Armour here and there.

Feeling blood pooling in his mouth, he looked at Abdullah to see what had happened, and saw something like a yellow-green stake extending from his side.

It was sticking into his body.

“What – this…”

Did it have a weapon hidden inside it? No. Is it a creature with that kind of structure?

Leaving the question behind, the stake that had been impaled in his body pulsated.

I instantly realised what was being done to me.

-The blood is being sucked out.

I saw Abdullah in front of me with a brutal smile on his face.

“Oooooh!”

I can’t stop worrying about what I’m going to do.

Bundle the branches of your arms to the limit and stretch them to the limit.

It’s a movement aimed at pushing out, not thinking about piercing.

At the same time, he kicks into Abdullah’s stomach.

The stakes that had pierced his entire body are dislodged and blood spurts out, but he manages to get away from them.

He rolls on the ground, unable to kill the momentum of his separation.

Thanks to his Thorn Armour, the impact is light, but the wound is deep.

Rikkhard grew impatient with Abdullah’s high combat power.

A temple enters the edge of his field of vision.

Roe was in the process of magically blowing the top of the temple off.

Rikkhard’s impatience exceeds his limits. This is no longer the time to be putting out.

The unusual hardness and resistance to magic.

It’s as if his body was made to deal with elves.

It was obvious that time would pass in vain if I continued like this.

Then, although it is dangerous, you have no choice but to use it.

I clutch the ‘something’ around my neck.

“Αζαζελ-sama. Please lend me your power.”

Saying this, he put his hand on the power.