Volume 6 Chapter 95 I Really Wanted to Use the Previous Title 'Unmitigated Evil' Because It Sounds Cool...
A giant snake, jaws wide, lunged at Randy.
Randy jumped, dodging the bite.
But the snake slammed its fangs into the ground, then writhed its body, ready to strike again.
It was like the snake had a mind of its own.
The way it moved, the way it changed its pace, it felt... smart.
It was all focused on Randy. But to Randy? Just a big-ass snake.
Fine. If it's gonna keep coming...
Randy's greatsword slammed into the snake's forehead.
*SPLAT!* The snake's head exploded, turning into a swarm of tiny snakes.
Only the body remained, a single mass branching into a thousand writhing snakes.
They rose up, surrounding Randy, ready to strike all at once.
The swarm of black snakes looked like a dark cocoon... then a flash of steel cut through it.
Snakes fell, scattered, and faded away.
"You got no feelings, and you're just... *existing*? Should I laugh at you?"
Randy brought his greatsword down in a massive overhead swing.
The blade sliced through the remaining snake body, splitting it in 2.
The snake's body split apart.
Randy dashed through the gap.
More snakes, born again, swarmed from behind.
*Ugh*, Randy thought.
More than before.
He slammed on the brakes, spinning on the spot.
Randy cut down the snakes, then switched his grip on the greatsword.
Using the momentum of the spin, Randy threw the greatsword towards Lamentaria.
The greatsword sliced through the snakes, flying straight.
But the tip was stopped by something, right in front of Lamentaria.
A high-pitched *CLANG* echoed.
Randy, following the greatsword, kicked the hilt without hesitation.
The greatsword slammed into a magical power barrier that Lamentaria had created.
"And that's a bonus!"
Landing at the same time, Randy slammed a palm strike into the hilt.
Lamentaria deftly dodged the greatsword that shattered the magical barrier.
But the blade was faster, grazing her side with a cruel swipe.
The wound split open, a dark mist rising from the torn flesh.
'You bastard...'
Clutching her torn side, Lamentaria's expression twisted with rage, the dark mist seeping through her fingers.
'I won't forgive you...'
"Always losing your temper. Hand over the name. 'Lamenting Virgin Mary' my ass."
In front of him, Lamentaria muttered something once more.
As the incantation slipped from her lips and hit the ground, another zombie soldier materialized.
"No skill, huh?"
Randy raised his hand, despite his words.
"Come back to me──"
With that command, the greatsword hurled earlier returned to Randy's palm.
Perhaps it was the sword absorbing Randy's blood that gave it a magic sword-like ability.
But it had no other abilities.
Unlike some S-rank adventurers, it didn't get stronger after taking damage.
And unlike some whimsical girls, it couldn't create duplicates.
It was just absurdly tough, and it came back to Randy whenever he wanted.
That was his greatsword.
And that was more than enough for Randy.
With his trusty partner in hand, Randy charged towards the multitude of zombie soldiers he had summoned.
Randy's strike sent several zombies flying.
But Lamentaria paid no mind to the trivial warm-up.
The zombie soldiers were nothing but a nuisance to Randy.
Just a temporary distraction to keep him in place.
Because even if he ignored them and moved towards Lamentaria, the zombies would shield her again.
To get close, he'd have to take down the zombies.
He knew that.
From a slightly distant spot, Lamentaria, completely unguarded, began to mutter another incantation.
"'With a voice that shatters even the heavens, she laments──
Praying, weaving chains of despair that span a thousand years.
Weeping curses masquerading as blessings, cloaked in sacred words.
Light sinks into blood, mercy burns in relentless fire.
Her mother laughs, clutching a corpse, as her words judge──My name is destruction.'"
The moment Lamentaria's chant ended, a colossal magic circle Materialized at Randy's feet.
The edges of the circle surged skyward like a wall──then above, the space itself tore open.
From the void, a giant goddess's face appeared, crowned with a dark halo of light.
'Let me hear your scream.'
With a sly grin and a raised hand, Lamentaria gave Randy a dramatic "Yaaah!"──a painfully flat scream.
Unsatisfied, her expression blank, she swung her hand down──cutting off the joke.
'(The Final Cry Catastrophe──Lament Eschaton)'
As she cast her spell, the goddess statue split the air──then roared with a disturbing wail.
It was a scream that crawled deep into her soul, gnawing, hollow──stopping Randy in his tracks.
Instead of zombie soldiers, black tears drip from the goddess's eyes──filling the air with despair.
One of the tears lands on a zombie soldier's right hand──his sword vanishes, gone in an instant.
Nearby, fallen soldiers──without legs, half their bodies lost, some missing half their face──collapse, drowning in tears.
Tears──drops that drain the very essence, the soul's core.
Lucky that the tears are large──and perhaps thanks to the magic circle that keeps the ground from melting.
Still, black tears rain down relentlessly from above.
Randy dodges the falling black tears.
If even a droplet grazes his clothes, the fabric dissolves in an instant──vanishing into nothing.
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