Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

The moment the sword came out of the scabbard on its own, what I felt was the sense that magic and divine power were being sucked out at the same time. Because of that, at first, I thought that another effect had been triggered belatedly on the magic tool made from the remnants of the evil god, so I thought my heart was sinking.

The sword that flew from the hilt split into pieces, and if it hadn’t stuck to the stone statue like a piece of iron that stuck to a magnet, he would have slashed himself and protected the saintess first.

“Yo, warrior? This is…”
“I told you in advance, I didn’t do it.”

The moment I wanted to cut off the flowing magic and divine power, what came to my mind was a memory related to the sword fragment that returned in autonomous flight from the Demon King’s camp to the place where the allies were.

In the midst of watching for a long time with a lot of tension, wondering if I could show you something this time, Saint Deoni opened her mouth first with a strange expression on her face.

“…isn’t anything happening?”
“…Iknow, right.”

There’s nothing that made people feel like shit. It didn’t destroy the stone statue, it didn’t change the divine power, and it didn’t even increase the magical power and divine power flowing out of me.

“This crazy.”

It didn’t take long for me to realize that my sword was only doing it autonomously, no different from a pervert biting my body on a stone statue. And it was a very unpleasant experience.

“Now he’s even fucking with his sword.”

Did you know that the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment? Nervously, the mana and divine power were forcibly cut off, and the sword, which had been buzzing while attached to the stone statue, fell like a cicada that had reached the end of its lifespan.

Where did you pick up something strange and eat it, and the real taste is gone? When I gripped the handle of the sword, it hummed as if it were defiant, and it was so absurd that I tried to move toward the stone statue.

– Ugh! Whoops!

It should be said that what was periodic at short intervals changed into something strangely drooping, but when I said that the sword was weaving, it would feel exactly like this, so I was stunned once more.

“Now, wait a moment, warrior! Maybe this is a revelation?”
“Listen to this buzzing sound, saintess. Do you feel that you’re starting to sag like a child who’s been deprived of food? Epaga-sama isn’t the one who’s going to give you a revelation like this…” “Yes? Sounds?
”

After talking, the saintess, the others who heard the story, and me all changed their expressions.

don’t you hear this?

“Can’t you hear this now?”
“…I can’t hear anything.”

I threw my eyes at the heretic judges behind me just in case, but all of them just shook their heads.

– Woo-woo-woo! Whoa!

Even in the midst of this, the sound of the sword in my hand grew louder, and I struggled to open my mouth, holding back the desire to sweep my face.

“I’ll turn, really.”

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Since we moved early in the morning, the surroundings, which were still bluish, began to gradually brighten as the morning sun greeted us, but we were unable to move in front of the stone statue.

Of course, the reason is because of the Demon King’s magic tool that must be embedded in the stone statue and my sword that reacts to it.

“I think there must be a reason for the holy sword to react.”

As soon as the Holy Sword, which had been buzzing like it was dragging just before, heard the saintess’s words, it hummed at short intervals as if to say hello. Like ‘Look! That’s a normal reaction!’ Like a kid who shouts, I hit him one more time without even realizing it, and then he started dragging again.

Then, the others flinched as if they saw someone treating the relic unfairly, and I had to sigh deeply and put the hypothesis I thought was as valid as possible.

“Maybe it’s just a holy sword because of its enormous divine power, and it might be a half-punch holy sword that has nothing to do with Epaga-sama’s will.”
“Didn’t you guess that the sword was the punishment for the divine punishment?”
“Yes, but… this is what it does…”

The sword hummed again. It’s so unusual that I can’t understand how he’s been so calm until now.

It became very clear that it was an Ego Sword. An ego sword that also calls for a lot of fists.

“Even if it’s not a holy sword, the power to absorb the remnants of evil spirits and turn them into your own is sure to be of great help. Wouldn’t it be better to let the sword absorb the monstrous thing rather than leave it unattended?”

The saintess and the heretic judges, whether or not they knew how I felt about looking at such a sword, tried to destroy the magic tool containing the power of the evil spirit with a very active and ardent attitude.

It’s not that their attitude isn’t understandable. Putting that kind of stuff on his face, isn’t his teabagging ability really high? Normally, I would have been the first to split the magic tool.

There is only one reason to worry. In order to use the power of the dead evil god, he robbed even the holy relics of the living god and went through extreme stoppering to create something like that.

What if, because of destroying this thing, we unnecessarily awaken their awareness and spur technology development?

As a result, wouldn’t it cause a situation where a bigger mass-produced threat is poured out to those who can’t handle even the Unlucky Hulk beyond the wall now?

“By destroying this, the Demon King’s army may feel threatened.”

It was a question that could not be answered by worrying alone, so the moment I was about to speak frankly, the saintess nodded and answered.

“Yes. It may create such abomination in a more evil and subtle form. Based on that, a greater threat than those terrible evil species may face us.”

It was as if he could see through my worries. As I looked at this, unable to hide my surprise, the saintess smiled lightly and said sternly.

“But that risk won’t go away just by leaving the abomination unattended. On the contrary, retrieving it by the apostates might create a more dangerous situation. Who knows if destroying it will put a setback on the plans of the Demon King’s Army? Anyway, both of them If it’s dangerous, as I said at the beginning, I think it will be more helpful to make a choice that can increase the strength of the warrior.”

It seemed like every word was right, so I couldn’t refute it. Then, the sword, which had been dragging on, became arrogant again and began to cry at short intervals.

I didn’t like it, so I got up from my seat with one more punch, then I drove the screeching sword into the ground again and struck the statue with my two fists loaded with magical power.

Compared to when I smashed the devil’s altar, it wasn’t hard at all, but I felt dirty. However, if the magic tools were split together after being cut with a sword, it might fly like the ghost magician did.

If that’s the case, it’s better to break it moderately and then stop when you see the magic tool. After silently destroying the statue in half, something of a completely different material appeared.

“Look at this.”

‘Why on earth do you destroy it with your fist?’ Those who had been staring at me reacted to my words and approached, and even the sword that had been planted in the ground was pulled out uncontrollably and flew away.

The magical tool, which looked like a sphere that looked like four fists put together and had all kinds of shapes carved with dark metal, did not get any stronger or show any abnormal signs just because it was revealed on the outside. Rather, the abnormal symptom was my sword, which I like to eat.

“Then… should I bring the sword now?”

While holding the sword that I was about to attack again and putting all my energy into forcibly maintaining its shape, I had no choice but to shrug my shoulders and give a vague answer to the question the saintess posed.

“I can only hope that you will do it yourself.”

When the mana and divine power that had been bound like shackles were removed, the sword split the blade into pieces and stuck to the sphere. I thought that was the end, but again, as if arguing something, he began to scrape the rest of the stone statue still attached to the magic tool with a piece of his sword.

Anyone can see it was a signal to pull out the magic tool at all… but the more I looked, the more I felt like I was looking at Mesgaki.

“Hero, it seems that you want the magic tools completely exposed.”
“It’s okay…”

But if I didn’t do it, I was in the mood to cause trouble to others, so I gnashed my teeth and broke the fragments of the statue.

It was only after clinging to the magic tool that had fully revealed itself that it stopped buzzing and began to glow softly with the light like the snow of Epaga-sama. He reverently knelt down and began to pray.

I couldn’t agree with them this time, so I just stared at the sword for about a minute. Frighteningly, there was a sound of something crumbling from inside, and the pieces of the sword fell.

“Why does it work, but I feel bad…?”

It wasn’t that he lost his power. Rather, it emits even stronger divine power as if trying to prove that it was absorbed. The reason it fell on the remaining statue of God was simply because the magic tool had completely turned into powder and crumbled.

“As expected, Epaga-sama’s will is clear. Let’s tour the city as much as possible today and destroy all the monsters we can find!”

I put my hand on the handle of the sword that I ran out with a silent sigh when I saw the heretic judges sympathizing with the saintess who looked at the scene with emotion and shouted out… [The saintess is right

! Tribute more! This holy sword body is hungry!]

…An angry little girl’s voice resounded in my ears.

Unknowingly, I opened my eyes wide and looked around, but everyone was delighted and showed no other reaction. I looked at the sword, hoping it wouldn’t happen, but even though I didn’t order it, I could only hear a different sound coming from the sword that was merging into one.

[Why are you looking at me like that when you can’t understand the language anyway? Hurry up and find a tribute, useless master!]

“Fuck.”

The normal sword turned into a fucking Mesgaki Ego Sword.