I Quit the Hero’s Party Chapter 501

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How to kill the first madman, Acrita.

The person who created the dagger to stab Acrita was Rugran, the scribe of the ancient kingdom and the founding father of Cartedia. However, no matter how sharp the dagger is, it is of no use if it cannot reach you.

How can we reach a madman?

After much deliberation, Stella, Watcher, and Warrior. The three blessings gave one answer. It is a sure way to kill the madman known as the Archmage. To take away magic from a wizard and block any miracles he can handle.

···Even now that it has been revealed that Acrita was a spear-wielding warrior, the gist of the plan is not much different.

After a brief exchange of glances, Ayla moved her hand.

Stella directs, amplifies, and coordinates the flow of starlight. A star flower bloomed following her touch. Resty opened his eyes between the blooming platinum-colored flower petals.

The watcher’s divine eyes, the dragon eye, see through the flow. Just by looking at it, you can create magic formulas and make advanced calculations possible. The woven arithmetic formula drew a geometric pattern and wrapped around the three people.

The last thing to move is the Braver.

Chloe extended her wand forward.

The tip of the wand clicked into the center of the equation. Chloe muttered as she twisted her wand to the side. A torrent, I say.

Kiiiiiiiing!

Starlight burst out like a strong current. The bursting starlight flowed through the calculation formula. The calculation formulas rotated with a click, click sound along the flowing water… and the saw-tooth-shaped calculation formula began to mesh with the calculation formula.

Ayla tuned the starlight every time the gears creaked in the strong current. Coordination, calculation, torrent. Blessings and blessings intertwined. Different starlight rushed towards one destination.

What is completed is a spell to kill a madman.

Every time the sawtooth turned, starlight was scattered, and the scattered starlight turned into a flower and bloomed. Star flowers were in full bloom at the feet of the three people. A very small flower garden. Above the small flower garden, Chloe opened her closed eyes.

Torrent, Chloe.

She twisted her wand.

At that moment, with a thud, thud, platinum water droplets fell from the tip of the cane. The moment the dropped water drop touched the ground, it became a waterway. The water flowed, and before I knew it, it became stronger and the moment I noticed it, it became a river.

Shoot aaaaaaa.

A waterway made of starlight flowed.

Flowers bloomed wherever there was a torrent or rushing water. A procession of flowers spread along the waterway. Platinum-colored flowers bloomed in a dry land where there was nothing, in an underground space where not a single ray of light leaked.

The waterway that started from a small flower garden soon flowed throughout the underground space, and flowers bloomed wherever the waterway reached, turning the underground space into a huge flower garden.

Sarah.

A ray of wind blew through the underground space covered with platinum-colored flowers. It was unclear whether the wind was caused by the black dragon engaging Skebal in the distance, or whether it was the wind blowing from above. I couldn’t tell, but the platinum-colored flower petals were fluttering along with the wind.

Chloe shouted among the fluttering flower petals.

Torrent, and Swift.

The calculation formula rotated noisily and radiated light.

The star’s characteristics and the spell she conjured resonated. The fluttering flower petals and the river of flowing stars overflowed with a fleeting flash of light.

Shoot!

The flower petals were scattered around.

The overflowing river became a huge wave and swept through the underground space. The flower petals mixed in the waves shone brightly. The scene seems infinitely realistic to be a dream, and is too beautiful to be real.

However, for only one person.

It was a nightmare-like scene.

The madman laughed as he looked at the overflowing flower petals and waves. The waves of light, the flowing petals, the expanding flower garden… were like deadly poison to him.

‘The starlight of Stella and the Watcher is eating away at me.’

Their starlight will nourish Akrita’s own soul and blossom, setting the soul on fire. Each petal of a star in full bloom was like a blade. It’s an overflowing river… there’s nothing to say.

“······.”

Akrita glared at Chloe without saying a word.

A girl who looks like she has had the gletus of discipline removed. Arcrita frowned as she glanced at her.

‘Is it a coincidence or an inevitability?’

A girl who resembles the woman who defeated him in the beginning is trying to subdue him once again. There are many reasons that make it difficult to believe it was a coincidence. However, just because it wasn’t a coincidence, what had to be done didn’t change.

Sigh.

The madman… no, the gift of heaven, Akrita, grabbed the spear. He stretched out the spear he was holding.

In the beginning, there was an old man nicknamed the blacksmith who made fires. The old man who forged the weapons of countless heroes was loved by the gods, but the old man himself was not very pleased with the power of the gods.

For him, the best thing has always been the blade.

The old man despised magic. He loathed the power of God. He considered miracles to be like bugs. Therefore, the old man always believed only in cutlery. There was one piece of equipment that clearly showed his stubbornness.

The thirty-seventh weapon among the thirty-seven masterpieces.

The last metal forged by a blacksmith who keeps the fire going.

‘The window of a friend.’

It was a spear.

The old man put his life into one spear. He incorporated his own philosophy into it. The day the spear was stolen by Acrita, the old man said with a laugh.

That window is a window that pierces miracles.

The old man said that a warrior without magic, witchcraft, the power of God, or anything else…is the spear that can pierce those who perform miracles.

「Wonman (愚人), stupid person.」

“It’s a weapon for lovable idiots who know nothing but blades. “You’ll understand when you write it, kid.”

Indeed, it was just as the old man said.

With this single spear, Acrita killed numerous generals who wielded the power of God. He killed wizards. If losing the spear to Acrita was a misfortune for the old man, it would have been good fortune for the blacksmith who kept the fire going that the spear fulfilled its original purpose.

‘Even then, with this…’

I blocked Gletus of Discipline.

The method of starting Wooin’s window was simple. Become a friend. The condition is to become an idiot who can’t do magic, miracles, or anything else.

Sarah.

Akrita scattered all the remaining mana in her soul. She released the shadow she was wearing.

In this way, the Great Wizard becomes a blessing from heaven.

The moment all the mana was removed, Acrita became a mere warrior holding a blade instead of a great wizard. To borrow the expression of a blacksmith who lights a fire, he has become a man of love and has returned to his roots.

Passyuk.

Only then did Uin’s spear respond to Acrita.

The moment it was confirmed that the person holding the spear had no mana, the blade turned dark blue. After confirming that Wooin’s spear had started, Akrita let out a long breath.

I took a deep breath, took a step, and took a stance.

So, you are ready to unleash your skills.

In fact, there is nothing special about it when it comes to technology.

The technique he was about to unleash from now on was far from the miraculous blows performed by Ganikalt and many other heroes. In a way, it is natural.

Akrita doesn’t know how to split the sky.

I’ve never even thought about wanting to know. I didn’t even pay attention to the extremes of the sword, the beliefs that should be contained in the sword, and the warrior’s resolve. He did not attach such grand meaning to the blade he held.

‘It’s a useless thing.’

To him, a blade was just a weapon to kill people. Dig into it. It stabs. It pierces through. kill. Because he always pursued efficiency, the technique he trained was the technique of killing people.

A weapon is something to kill people.

A spear is meant to kill by stabbing and cutting.

Akrita was faithful to her duty.

We just follow movements that have been repeated thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of times. Taking a step forward, Akrita moved her arms. The low-hanging window pointed forward in an arc.

Wedge.

He took a step forward and stabbed the spear.

Spang, the sound of air exploding was heard. The spear blade disappeared for a moment and then reappeared. It is the basic and simplest technique of creativity.

However, the aftermath is not as simple as that.

With the sound of a crack, the flower petals that had been fluttering towards Acrita exploded. Petals were torn along the path of the spear. Acrita took a step among the fluttering flower petals.

Stepping forward once again.

The flower petals that were rushing in are torn. Throw out the spear, twist your body, drag the spear pole low, and return to the initial position. The series of movements is so smooth. Acrita screamed, swung the spear and cut down the spear, and took a step forward.

One strike, two strikes, three strikes…

The moment it touched the dark blue window, the petals crumbled.

The water droplets that bounced evaporated. Wooin’s window. A spear made for an idiot who knows nothing but blades can pierce any miracle. The moment it touches the blade of the spear, the miracle has no meaning.

However, the madman had no intention of remaining a fool.

In the past, didn’t he rely only on this one spear and his own skills to attack the rules and be defeated? Humans learn from defeat. He is no different from being a madman. Akrita lowered her gaze while swinging her spear.

The mana that was expelled from the body a little while ago.

A shadow hovering around me.

Acrita, conscious of that, chanted a spell.

Operating mana outside the body rather than inside the body requires enormous computing power… but didn’t he rise to the level of a great wizard just for this day?

The computing power of a superhuman makes even that possible.

While holding Wooin’s spear, Akrita used mana outside her body. As if to show that he was different from his original age, and to show off the weight of his own tens of thousands of years, he pulled out every weapon he had.

Necromancy, sorcery, spells, miracles, everything.

Everything he had built up crushed the flower garden.

Cheonhye, holding Wooin’s spear, ran through the torn, crushed, and scattered flower petals.

Chloe frowned, holding her wand outstretched.

Swirling waves of stars, flower petals in full bloom.

All of this was an extreme poison that could destroy a madman just by touching it, and it was a blade to kill a madman. There is no doubt about that fact.

‘But, why…’

Will the madman not fall even amidst the flower petals in full bloom and the overflowing waves? Chloe looked over with her eyebrows furrowed. Looking down through the watcher’s vision, Acrita was running across a platinum-colored flower garden.

Cut and pierce the approaching flower petals.

He raises the ground with a spell and uses chains to create a platform to run. The moment the ground touched the star petal sank and the chain was about to break, Akrita was no longer there. She had already stepped on the chain and jumped.

He swung his spear, tearing off the petals.

The completed spells emitted light one after another along the trajectory of the spear. He is a madman who realized that the spells crumble when they touch the flower petals that swallow them, and that it takes some time for them to crumble.

Akrita, who has identified the area to be dug into, does not miss it.

It digs in and bites like a seasoned hunter.

Acrita rushed toward the waves, firing spells. The moment the spear was thrown, a hole appeared in the waves with a sound. Although the rushing water fills the hole in an instant… there is something strange about that window.

‘The moment it touches, it pierces through.’

It’s an unknown window.

The blue-black spear pierced even miracles. The trajectory of the spear blade he swung was concise, and there were no obstacles in the series of movements of stabbing and retrieving the spear.

Poke, dig, break away.

Scatter the spells to create a gap and dig in.

Fire the highest order spell to stop the petals.

Use the familiars summoned through necromancy as a shield and escape.

I’m sure I’m only dealing with one person, but it feels like I’m dealing with an army of hundreds or thousands of people. Chloe frowned and waved her wand. The strong waves chased Acrita.

‘We have to finish it quickly.’

Even for Belnoa.

Although there is no way, if we end the fight even a little faster, we might be able to save Belnoa. Chloe gritted her teeth as she kept getting impatient.

The waves crashed loudly for a moment.

Flooding starlight struck Acrita from all directions. And, that is the moment. Arcrita put her feet down on the ground in the crashing waves. With a coo, Akrita threw her arms back, planting her feet in the cracked ground.

Shoot!

The action behind it could not be seen, obscured by the crashing waves. I didn’t, but I found out right away. With the sound of a crash, a huge hole opened in the waves. The sound of exploding air rang out.

Ssssssssssssssssssssssss!

The fluttering flower petals were torn. Something flew towards Chloe, tearing the petals apart. What is rushing in, drawing a straight path like a ray of light… is the dark blue spear that Acrita was holding.

Throwing a javelin.

The spear blade that tore through magic, starlight, and miracles pierced Chloe’s outstretched staff. The old tree staff made of world trees is shattered. It shatters, and wood fragments scatter…

Throwing away.

The spear blade went further and passed through Chloe’s arm. Spattering blood. Bouncing flesh. Chloe’s expression distorted. However, even though it pierced the old tree staff and Chloe’s arm, the speed of the spear blade did not decrease at all.

The spear passes Chloe and heads further back.

Natida, who was assisting Chloe, was there. Her pupils were wide open. What the rushing spear blade is aiming for is Natida’s heart. Natida’s eyes were wide open, but she had no means of blocking the thrust of her spear.

The moment when the rushing spear was about to pierce her heart.

Kaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Something fell from above and hit the window pole. Uin’s spear, whose trajectory was twisted by that blow, landed right next to Natida.

···If you can stop Wooin’s spear, which cannot be stopped by magic, then there is only one thing.

Natida lowered her gaze.

Something that fell from top to bottom. He saved his life by changing the trajectory of the spear. Natida saw it stuck on the ground. Upon seeing this, she inadvertently burst into laughter.

“You kept your promise.”

Immediately after, someone landed in front of Natida.

fantasy,