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Chapter 924 - Make Way, Demon, for the King's Majesty Cometh - Part 3

Listen up, you blockhead—no, you clay-head. Watch closely. Carve this into your arrogant, giant frame.

In this world… in all worlds where the divine arithmetic of the system code known as the ‘damage formula’ exists, there is an almost absolute, unshakeable truth.

Barring a few exceptions—like the extremely rare beings such as Twin Fists, who through mind-boggling effort has gained a body that surpasses weapons precisely because he cannot wield one—

…as a rule, humans are stronger when holding a weapon.

“Clay-butter!”

One step forward, one clean slash.

The brilliant shine of the platinum blade was no mere decoration; it was the embodiment of its peerless sharpness. Combined with the same overwhelming mass as its Prologue stage, the greatsword could easily shatter even the super-hard mineral known as [Black Dragonscale Rock]. Against that, a body of mere earth was nothing.

Even as the sword bit into the enemy, my momentum from [Rocket] didn’t diminish in the slightest. I soared through the air, braked just enough to reverse course, kicked off the void, and turned back to face… a wall of earth.

Apparently, getting its neck sliced open was deeply unpleasant, because it had interrupted its maze-building stomps to swing an irritated hand right at me.

A slow, ponderous motion befitting its massive size.

But it was precisely because of its size that boss enemies like this could easily keep up with a player’s speed and agility through sheer scale difference.

—But too bad. I’ll declare it myself to this great being.

“Too… SLOOOOOOOOW!!!”

This little pest before you is not bound by the ‘norm’ when it comes to speed.

Memory complete, route constructed, engine reignited—continuous ignition.

An unending, super-high-speed maneuver with [Rocket]. My armor roared against the atmosphere as I wielded the greatsword as if it were a twig, freely moving in all directions to challenge the small giant.

From the top of its head to the tips of its toes was just one step away in the blink of an eye. For me, who could now run on the air as if it were solid ground, the ‘scale’ difference was practically meaningless.

I dodged its hand, and slashed.

‘—, ————, ————’

As I flew, I slashed.

‘——————, ——’

As my whim and my body dictated… I relentlessly cut it to pieces, from head to toe.

The volley of punitive pebbles had finally started firing without pause, but they were literally useless. The demon, completely at my mercy, had no way to stop my rampage.

And so—ten seconds flat.

‘—!!!’

The speed at which it reached a boiling rage was, well, not exactly impatient. It was only natural.

A wave of overwhelming pressure and shock. I guessed it was an unavoidable cinematic effect for the transition to the ‘punishment phase.’ The pressure that had been flying around me snared my body, and I was blasted away, putting distance between myself and the [Dao, Earth Demon].

A forced retreat, followed by a landing. I skidded to a halt and looked up…

“Hah. Okay, let’s begin.”

[Dao, Earth Demon Roudonodin]—its form shifted while maintaining its massive size, transforming from a clay doll into a clay knight doll. The great being glared down at the irritating pest.

Its entire presence radiated an overwhelming pressure of information, forcing me to recognize a hardness that belied its earthen composition.

I wondered what kind of internal mechanism it had. From the visor of the helmet that had appeared on its head, pure white steam puffed out as if to display its furious breath, which was terrifying in a comical way.

Of course I was trembling. I’m only human.

No matter that I had been treating it like a one-sided punching bag just seconds before… I have never once faced the mighty that fill this dream world without my body trembling.

And that was true, even if,

“Unexpectedly, we’re both knight-types. This is going to look damn good on screen!”

…it was a warrior’s tremor, trembling with anticipation.

Alright, the real fight starts now—and once again, I’m holding nothing back.

“Manifestation Release.”

I planted my sword in the floor and chanted the words.

The activation key was acknowledged. What followed was the manifestation of the armament, speaking to the world alongside its wielder.

VWOOSH. The platinum armor, save for the gauntlets and greaves, peeled away from my body, dissolving into particles of shining light that formed two rings behind me. They were not a form that was majestic in itself.

“Subvert—”

They were a gate, to summon an overwhelming majesty from beyond to carve a path for their master.

“—[Angalta, Armor of the King's Majesty]!”

In that instant, shattering the space within the rings, two arms appeared. Two great, dazzling arms of exquisitely carved platinum, their form undeniably that of the great wall I had once challenged.

The arms of that [Angalta, God-Wedge Sword-King], each one easily taller than a man.

And one more thing.

As if attending to a king, floating in wait above and behind my shoulders, a knight’s helmet split the void and appeared, its twin eyes glowing with golden light.

This was the first part of [True Theory: An=Re Galta]’s second phase.

Its names were ‘The Platinum Twin Arms that Carve the King's Road, An-Gar Tramz,’ and ‘The Wise Head of the Proxy Eye that Guides the King's Key, An-Sar Kings.’

…So I’m sorry, but from now on, just as it was before,

“Let’s go, you behemoth. Brace yourself.”

…I have no intention of relinquishing this stage where we, the stars, can do as we please.