Shut up, brave man! I don't want to atone for my sins to you!

So every time he fought, he would think - although most of the time, his thinking only went as far as "I think I can do it."

It's the same this time.

So soon after he entered the mad mother's body, he heard the mad mother's painful roar through the dirty flesh and blood.

He noticed the nasty little bug, Charles, that had drilled into his body, and then he took the initiative to cut off that part of his flesh and blood.

With a loud bang, Charles fell to the ground along with the huge piece of flesh and blood.

Then, before he could escape from the mad mother's flesh and blood, the mad mother's will descended into that piece of flesh and blood.

All the deformed things wrapped around Charles suddenly tightened, and they rushed towards him like crazy, wanting to drown him here. Just like Charles had entered the body of a mad mother, they also tried to break through Charles' skin and contaminate his flesh and blood into the same twisted and deformed things.

But they failed.

Because Ciel swung the holy sword.

The holy sword that had been passed down from the first brave warrior to this day suddenly shone with unprecedented brilliance, and the prototype of a micro-spell engraved inside it, which was far superior to the forbidden spells that Charles mastered, was triggered.

The squirming flesh and blood was enveloped by the glow and instantly lost all its activity. Charles, who originally had no support, was able to accumulate strength and swung the holy sword almost in a rotation, emitting a dazzling sword light.

He cut open the huge piece of flesh and blood and escaped from it. Then, the ground collapsed again. Charles swung the holy sword again, and with a low roar, he jumped high and slashed at the mad mother with all his strength.

The holy sword restrained the activity of the Mad Mother's flesh and blood, and the brave man immediately cut it open. Then something flowing, like mud, flowed out of the Mad Mother's wound.

Ciel's attack worked.

But it was only a moment, and He voluntarily gave up the dead flesh and blood at the mad mother's wound, and then new flesh and blood grew out.

——The hideous wound disappeared.

If it weren't for the abandoned flesh and blood that was still trembling slightly under the mad mother's feet, Charles would even think that his sword did not hit the mad mother.

Obviously, just as the Witch of Twilight and Dawn who was ordered to leave by Charles said, Charles might not be able to do anything about the mad mother.

The forbidden magic he was best at could not suppress his mad mother.

The strong body that he was so proud of seemed like a joke in front of his mad mother's recovery ability.

He didn't know how many times the mad mother's recovery ability could support her to repair her body, but he knew that if he could not cause any substantial harm to her, he would probably be exhausted to death by her.

But what should he do to cause substantial harm to his crazy mother?

Charles didn't know.

"If it wasn't me who was here, but the Lord of the White Tower, maybe there would be a way, right?"

Thinking this way, he continued to swing the holy sword with all his might, leaving scars on the huge body of the mad mother.

As expected, the scars disappeared quickly.

But he didn't give up.

Because the Lord of the White Tower is not here, the King of the Dwarves is not here, and the Dragon God of War is not here.

He is the only one here.

Only he can stop the mad mother from occupying Lentiheim's body and giving birth to a more terrifying evil god - even if all he can do is delay it temporarily, it is enough.

He never thought he could defeat his mad mother.

But he at least had to do what he could.

All he could do was swing the sword, swing it over and over again, until he became a part of the filthy flesh and blood of the mad mother's huge body, until he stopped breathing, until he died.

Before that, he would never let go of the sword.

[To be continued]

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31. Side by side

My limbs are gradually becoming heavy and my reactions are becoming slow.

Maybe it's too much to bear?

His body was already protesting from overexertion, and his trembling hands could barely hold the holy sword.

Charles was panting heavily and dodging the "attack" from his mad mother in a panic.

But was that really the so-called "attack"?

No, it was more like a hug - a hug from a crazy mother.

The huge, strange creature twisted its cumbersome and deformed body, extending its sticky and soft tentacles towards Charles, while making a sharp hissing sound like crying.

As a living being, He has lost the limbs that could be used to move His huge body; and as a starship, He can no longer defy gravity and soar above the starry sky.

He could only use his tentacles to drag his body and crawl with difficulty in the huge cave.

But His body was too heavy.

Charles saw His body scraping against the rough and uneven ground, and countless deformed eyeballs and tentacles were crushed and turned into blurred flesh and blood.

The mad mother's terrifying recovery ability was still working, and the blurred flesh and blood in her lower abdomen was always squirming and struggling. Just like the wounds cut by Charles, they longed to heal, but the mad mother was still crawling, so the flesh and blood were constantly crushed and grew.

During this process, the gravel and soil on the ground were unconsciously stitched onto the body of the mad mother by the flesh and blood that was eager to heal.

There are also those that cannot be devoured by flesh and blood.

It was a huge, sharp piece of wood that was knocked down from the giant tree when Charles was fighting with the Mad Mother.

Its lower half was wedged deeply into the ground, while its upper half stood upright.

While dodging the mad mother's "hug", Charles led the mad mother to the piece of wood, hoping to use it to temporarily slow down the mad mother's movements, but the mad mother ran straight into it.

So, it easily cut open the mad mother's soft flesh.

Something like mud gushed out, accompanied by a shrill whimper and a teeth-grinding friction sound.

The part of the starship wreckage in the mad mother's body collided with the piece of wood that was harder than iron and stone.

The crazy mother seemed to have finally suffered a heavy blow.

But somehow, He was still crawling towards Charles, even though His abdomen was almost completely cut open, and even though there were still taut roots behind Him that penetrated deep into the ground and connected to the giant tree like an umbilical cord.

Perhaps the severe pain awakened the monster's remaining sanity, and his movements suddenly stopped.

Then all the tentacles on the mad mother's body stretched out towards Charles, and all eyes turned to Charles.

"...child...my...child..."

He struggled and neighed, uttering unclear words.

Charles was stunned.

At this moment, a dim red light suddenly appeared from the crazy mother's cut open abdomen.

Then, a thin line shot out silently from there.

The thin line easily pierced through Charles' body. After the crazy mother fell to the ground due to the dragging of the "umbilical cord" behind her and the injury of her abdomen being cut open, the thin line deviated and silently cut open half of Charles' chest.

That thin line came from the part of the starship wreckage that the Matron owned.

But Charles didn't know this.

He only felt a sharp pain, then staggered back a few steps involuntarily and collapsed to the ground.

Unexpectedly, he did not lose much blood - perhaps the instantaneous high temperature brought by the strange thin line sealed his blood vessels - but he still lost his ability to fight for a short time.

Ciel is the weakest hero among all the heroes in history.

If it was any other hero of the previous generation, even if he was injured to this extent, he would probably be able to recover quickly.

Therefore, there has been no priest in any brave team in history. Only he, because of his weak physique, needs the assistance of a priest to recover quickly after each battle.

But now his pastor lady is no longer with him.

If it were in the past, Lacie would have come to his side to heal his wounds by now.

She would scold him while carefully bandaging his wounds.

Her hands were small, and her fingers were slender and soft. Charles once secretly measured the size of her ring finger while she was sleeping, and then made a ring for her, but before he got the ring, she left him.

As Charles thought about it, he suddenly let out a light sigh.

Then he raised his head and looked at his crazy mother who was as big as a mountain and was lying on the ground like him not far away.

He didn't seem to give up yet.

Even though he was being dragged by the "umbilical cord" behind him and could no longer get close to Charles, and the horrific wound in his lower abdomen would not heal completely in a short period of time, he still whimpered, struggled, and squirmed his flesh and blood.

He wanted to hug Ciel.

He wanted to trap Ciel in his arms, he wanted Ciel to never leave him.

But He was actually wrong.

Ciel was not His child.

All of His children have been protected by Him.

At first, it was those who disappeared in the fog, and then those who were called by Him, He hid them all well. And as long as He hid them, they would be fine, safe, and no one could hurt them...

He has gone mad.

He was so crazy that he could no longer tell who were his children and who were not.

But a voice told Him that those were His children.

All living things, all life.

The monster's maternal instinct was driven crazy by so many children, and she couldn't wait to protect them all.

Finally, His huge body began to crawl again.

Charles heard the sound of the "umbilical cord" behind the mad mother breaking under the heavy weight.

He wanted to dodge, wanted to continue fighting, and he stood up with difficulty, leaning on the holy sword.

The brave man looked at the crazy mother.

His huge body was already within reach and could collapse on him at any time.

But the brave man still gripped the sword tightly, stood shakily, and slowly gathered up the remaining strength in his body.

He was ready to strike the final blow and then die cheerfully.

"This is the best I can do. It seems I can't live well as you told me..."

Charles thought about it and couldn't help but smile bitterly:

"Please forgive me, Lacie..."

But just as he finished these two sentences, he heard a familiar voice in his ears:

"You're in debt and you still want to run away? Have you ever asked for the opinion of your creditor?!"

Then, on his left, a petite figure with an exasperated expression quietly emerged from the air.

Charles was stunned.

It's the Twilight Witch, but why...

Perhaps having guessed what Charles was thinking, the Witch of Twilight glared at him fiercely and continued:

"You gave me the order to leave, but you didn't say I couldn't come back - so, weak-minded hero, your Twilight Witch grandma is back!"

As she spoke, she raised her wand at the mad mother who was extending numerous tentacles towards them.

There was a glimmer of light.

Dense magic circles unfolded beside her and Charles, and then, a huge torrent of magic power that was no less than the combined attack of the elves gushed out from those magic circles.

Freezing, burning, wind blade cutting, thunder roaring.

The mad mother's tentacles reaching out to her imaginary child - her outstretched hands were obliterated by the torrent of magic.

He roared.

The umbilical cord behind him finally couldn't bear his strength and broke with a loud bang.