“Seriously, you had to break apart my best outfit. I have no choice but to deliver divine punishment on behalf of all the ladies in the country!”
The weapon was too distorted to be called a sword. The blade, made of countless small, jagged pieces joined together, was unique enough on its own. However, the most remarkable feature of this blade was its hyper-speed rotation. The connected blades merged into a single, curved line, exuding an overwhelming presence as if to declare this its true form. Further, the handle emitted a strange mechanical hum, as if the sword itself were menacing its surroundings. If Kelvin or Rion had heard this sound, they might have compared it to a motorcycle engine. Well, in a sense, it was an engine.
“…Hah! Is that… a chainsaw?”
“Oh? I’m surprised God knows. Yes, this is my secret ultimate technique, the Chainsaw-type Will, its name is Holy Slaughter.”
Serge, who had transformed the Sacred Sword Will into a chainsaw form, struck a killer-like pose, as if she had stepped out of a horror movie. However, Baldog’s authority had caused her clothes to decompose, leaving her in only her underwear. Her pose wasn’t cool at all; it was a bit perverted.
“Who are you calling perverted!”
“Huh?”
“You just thought that, didn’t you! You’re the pervert! You turned a maiden into this state! If I hadn’t used Will to make underwear, I would have been a genuine exhibitionist by now!”
“…”
Baldog seemed unable to comprehend Serge’s sudden outburst. Still, Baldog himself was the one who had decomposed Serge’s equipment, so being called a pervert was not entirely unreasonable.
“Let me be clear, I have no interest in your naked body. That chainsaw weapon you transformed is much more appealing.”
“So you *are* a pervert! In fact, aren’t you even more of a pervert that way!”
“What!? …Really, you’re all talk. You just don’t know me. I am—”
“—I know. The former God of Smithing and Creation, Baldog Getia, right? That giant stake floating in the sky, that’s one of your creations too, isn’t it? I believe it was called the Holy Stake.”
“…Tsk! I am surprised. How do you know that?”
“I didn’t want to know. I have a friend who knows a lot about myths. I had absolutely no interest, but because of her cuteness, I listened, and before I knew it, I had memorized it. Honestly, being naturally intelligent is also a problem.”
“…Then you must know about my numerous achievements as well? No matter how you change the shape or give it a grand name, such flimsy things can’t possibly destroy my armor.”
“We shall see? Now, let’s end this long conversation. Your intention to buy time and destroy the barrier is quite obvious.”
“Tch!”
Baldog, who was having more trouble destroying the barrier than expected, could only click his tongue when his core motive was exposed. He judged that escaping before Serge attacked was impossible. As an alternative, he decided to manipulate his surrounding weapons to intercept her.
“Oh? For someone who boasted so much about their armor, that’s a rather timid choice. Do you really not want to be attacked? Are you not confident you can withstand an attack? Well, it doesn’t matter to me either way.”
Serge stepped forward, brandishing her chainsaw. Baldog unleashed all his weapons, but thanks to Serge’s luck, they flew off in random directions. There wasn’t enough time to recall them, and no time to create new ones.
(It’s a bluff. My creations wouldn’t be defeated by fakes.)
Serge advanced another step, and another. With each step she took, the mechanical sound grew louder. Baldog began to feel something terrifying that words couldn’t describe. It was like the despair he had experienced when he suffered defeat in the great war.
(Ultimately a fake, not even worthy of Ridwan, a fa-ke…)
Serge, who had approached him, stopped and swung her weapon back high above her head. The only remaining action was to bring the chainsaw down. Baldog, having unleashed all his weapons, subconsciously adopted a defensive stance. His eyes were already filled with fear, as if he had accepted his inescapable fate. And so, he screamed.
“You idiot! How many times must I tell you that it won’t work—”
—*Zzz.*
Serge’s attack was instantaneous. It’s debatable whether a chainsaw slash can be described as a single strike. That much is unclear. However, her attack was indeed a single strike.
“You idi-ot…”
“Shouldn’t that be ‘idiot’?”
Serge had deactivated the “Sarcophagus of Repose” just before striking and immediately attacked Baldog with a diagonal slash. Baldog, who had braced himself to resist the blow, found his body, along with his full-body armor, severed in two in an instant. His upper body slid off, falling with a splash and scattering blood, followed by his lower half collapsing. The weapons Baldog had tried to recall also lost their power and scattered on the ground.
“Earlier, you said that Will could only change its shape, right? But that’s wrong. Will is a hero’s partner that fulfills their wishes. It transforms into the desired arms and armor, and as trust deepens, it can become hundreds or thousands of swords. If you become best friends like me, it can even gain desired properties. Like this Holy Slaughter, which is super effective only against gods with divinity! It’s harmless to other creatures, but it will absolutely kill gods! It possesses the exact opposite power of your full-body armor.”
Serge looked down with a smile at the fallen Baldog and activated her “Appraisal Eye.” The full-body armor Baldog wore was special equipment only those connected to gods could wear, its defense increasing with its divinity. Baldog, clad in this armor, was almost invincible, but the heightened divinity had made him a perfect target for Holy Slaughter.
“You should have realized when Will wasn’t decomposed. Will has its own will; it’s not some back-alley imitation of yours.”
“…Ah.”
A faint sound escaped Baldog’s blood-soaked mouth.
“Hm? You’re going to argue in that state? Or is it a last will and testament?”
“…Idiot, I’ll kill you—!”
As Baldog screamed, his scattered creations emitted a fierce light. Baldog’s final strategy was the complete erasure of his creations—in other words, self-destruction.
“Tch! Holy—”
Was this an act of refusing to admit defeat? Or was it that he didn’t want Serge to take his creations? Regardless, equipping all his creations with self-destruct functions was madness.
—*Zzz… BOOOOMMMMM!*
The massive explosion engulfed the devastated battlefield and spread to its surroundings, obliterating the ground, the trees, and even Baldog, their creator.
