Moving Mountains

27

^^ Legend Slayer/Mage Slayer ^^

— Josef —

I flinched at the man stabbing himself in the throat, but I managed to slap him with the Bow of Sorrows before he died, and thus obtained his soul for questioning.

Vanya chuckled softly after he'd hit the ground, and then was taken into my Hidden Space. "That was a neat trick he did there with that dagger... nice. And a Mythic Dagger, that's not easy to get..."

"Because it's Expensive?" I asked, having slowly shifted back to my normal form, my clothes repairing themselves automatically.

"No, there isn't enough money in the world to get you something like this without some serious connections... there just aren't that many Smiths out there who can make Mythical Rank Weapons or Armor, and those that exist work for the Rulers, without fail... it's a skill that's in incredibly high demand. They're National Treasures, you might say." She explained.

I hummed, then flinched as a horrifying energy became apparent behind me. I shoved Vanya out of the way without hesitation, and grew my wings, launching myself upwards.

A crack of thunder reached my ears just after a searing pain bisected my right arm and wing, severing them and sending me crashing down to the ground.

I hissed in pain and looked at the owner of the attack, the Beaumont fellow, whose sword was now encased in a fifteen meter long blade of pure light. He swung again, and I dodged, closing the distance instantly and grabbing his wrists with my left hand.

"That was a decent attack... really, hats off to you. I'm not going to talk your ear off with hypocritical shit like 'know when you're beaten' and all that, but you should at least be smart? You aimed for a limb again; Aim. For. The. Head. Got it?" I grinned savagely, and head-butted him, flattening him against the ground instantly.

The light died on his sword, and I nodded. "Interesting ability, though... I think I'll take it." I killed all six of them with my bowstring, and smiled at the influx of skills and abilities that the Messenger began organizing. 'What was that skill?' I asked as she was working.

'A very rare Mythical Skill, actually, called Legend Slayer. It's the best of the highest-tier of Peerless Strikes, which are attacks or spells that deal pure damage, meaning no resistances or armor can stop it, and magical wards can't stop it either. Either you avoid it, or you get cut; period. It also kills demons and fiends instantly, and low-level monsters (F Rank) die just from seeing it. The Peerless Strike category is exactly like the Archery category, with levels and tiers of skills; therefore, Legend Slayer is #1 amongst Sword-Skills, and whoever has it is the best swordsman in the Kingdom! Now you have that skill!!! You're lucky you didn't try to fight him with a sword!!!' She chuckled happily and began sorting again.

'More like lucky his heart wasn't in the fight in the first place...' I nodded and placed my detached arm against the fresh wound, allowing my regeneration to reattach it, then doing the same for my wing. 'Huh... well, goodie, I suppose. And I got seven more ArchLich's, so that's nice. A bakers dozen, and these seven are male... I hope they get along and make a proper amount of babies for the Guard.'

Vanya recovered swiftly, and laughed softly. "That was Legend Slayer, wasn't it? I've never felt it before, but I've seen it, once; the Queen has it, as well."