If he was losing in terms of strength, there was no need to rely on his arms.
Conjuring as much strength as he could, he planted a kick into the mock-goblinâs stomach. He was feeling a burning sensation in his mind, like someone had shot a burning steel rod into his head.
The kick withered the mock-goblin, pushing it off of Loren.
But the smile didnât disappear from its face.
It believed that the human that lost to it in terms of strength was putting up a useless struggle, and that it would eventually beat him.
But Lorenâs next move made its smile stiffen.
Loren immediately rushed at the goblin with more force and speed than before, completely giving up on defense. Although it was stopped by the mock-goblinâs club yet again, it widened its eyes at the impact that came through it.
As the mock-goblin took a step back, Loren took another step forward and attacked it.
The blow that Loren delivered, which was even faster than the one before, was again, stopped by the mock-goblinâs club. But the club, which had blocked all three of Lorenâs attacks, couldnât take the sheer power of the last blow and snapped in half.
The mock-goblin panicked and pushed goblins away from itself, as it tried to gain distance from Loren, but Loren continued to increase his speed.
Loren didnât let the mock-goblin get out of his range, and the fourth strike that he released crushed all the goblins in his path, directly hitting the mock-goblinâs arm.
The sword cut right through the skin, flesh, and bones, splattering blackened blood everywhere.
The mock-goblin let out a roar from the pain, but immediately got flung backwards again by a tackle from Loren.
It couldnât regain its balance, and all it could do was look at Lorenâs great sword flash from right to left.
The next blow struck its right forearm, going straight across its body and out the other side.
It had so much force behind it, that the mock-goblinâs arm was still spinning in the air when the body crumbled onto the ground, blood spurting from the cut.
But Lorenâs charge didnât stop there.
Lorenâs arms continued to accelerate every step he took, and his great sword was being swung so fast that a rumbling could be heard from the air around him.
He didnât care if he was using the blade or where he was aiming at. As he swung his great sword around him at an unbelievable speed, his attacks became a single whirlwind.
Anything that the winds touched were cut down, gouged, and crushed into mere pieces and blown away.
Ritz and Jack saw the fierceness of the attack and nervously decided to stop fighting, and took a step back to where Nim and Quartz were.
They didnât want to risk getting caught in windstorm that was raging on.
âWhat in the world is thatâŠâ
Jack muttered with a dumbfounded look on his face.
That was how fierce and one-sided Lorenâs attacks, which looked like a storm, were.
The goblins who tried to apporach him were immediately reduced to black and red pieces and blown across the room.
Some of them tried to run away, but they were pushed back by the goblins who came in from behind them, all of them falling prey to the raging wind.
A few mock-goblins came as well, but even they were only able to take one or two blows from Loren before they ended up like the other goblins.
âIsnât this just like the rumors? His body is as the wind, and after the wind passes through, nothing is left standing in its wakeâŠâ
âYou talking about the mercenary << Slaying Wind >>? Thereâs no way, right? Why would a title-bearing mercenary become a copper rank adventurer?â
âCome on! Do you think that there can be two or three different people that can pull this off!?â
No one could give an answer to Jack.
Rumors said that the mercenary << Slaying Wind >>, who was said to be able to fight toe-to-toe with the strongest mercenary, could turn the tide of battle just by taking part in it.
Although he didnât use magic like << Swords of Flame >> and << Blade Demon >>, his skill on the sword was said to surpass both. In battle, his existence was considered the same as the god of death, and Ritz nor his party could believe that a renowned swordsman like him could be the lowest ranking adventurer.
Putting aside whether Loren being << Slaying Wind >> was true or not, they couldnât deny the fact that he alone was turning the tide of this fight, and started getting hope that they would be able to survive.
âDonât you guys think this is going to work out somehow?â
âOverly optimistic. Not good.â
Nim said coldly to Quartz, whose voice was getting lighter.
âYou saying that we shouldnât be hopeful!?â
âNo. Itâs not good to leave it up to him. We have our pride as silver ranks.â
âThatâs true, butâŠâ
Jack scratched his head at Nimâs assertion.
Nim then pointed to Loren, who was still charging at the goblins coming towards them without even slowing down.
âThatâs not good.â
âHuh? What do you mean not good?â
Jack and Ritz had no idea what she meant.
Nim was able to realize it thanks to elvesâ excellent sense of hearing.
âThat great sword. Itâs about to break.â
âWhat!?â
What Nim pointed out was something Loren was already aware of.
Although he continued to change goblins into mutilated corpses, the sensation he was getting from the grip as well as the noises from the blade told him that the great sword wasnât going to last much longer.
Loren knew that ever since he was a mercenary, getting excited or receiving a serious injury during battle pulled a trigger inside him, and that made him able to display strengths that he normally couldnât.
He couldnât choose when he wanted to use it so it wasnât that easy to use, but Loren had been saved by this power more times than he could count.
Of course, there was a downside to it, and the recoil usually left him powerless and exhausted, but he decided that he was fortunate that it had activated.
Fortunate for Loren, but unfortunate for his great sword.
Loren knew that it wasnât going to last as long as his body.
He used the strength in his arms and the speed that he was swinging it around with to make up for the weakening blade, but it seemed to be at its limit.
As Loren cut off the head of a mock-goblin, not even sure how many he had killed up till now, it happened.
As the mock-goblinâs head hit the floor, a loud clang sounded from Lorenâs great sword, and the blade broke off.
âDamn it!â
Loren cursed without thinking, but his broken sword didnât mean that he couldnât fight.
The great swordâs blade was originally quite long, so he was still able to fight with the bottom half that was still intact.
But a shorter blade meant less damage, and although he could swing it faster, each blow did less.
âHey, this is bad! His weapon broke! Are you done yet!?â
Ritz, who watched as the wind flung the broken blade at the wall, asked Lapis, who was still working on the control panel.
She glanced up as she heard the blade crash into the wall, but immediately returned her eyes to the control panel in front of her.
âHey, how is it?â
âI canât finish immediately even if you rush me.â
âI can see that! But your partner is going to be in trouble soon!â
Along with Lorenâs damage, his reach got shorter as well.
It meant engulfing less goblins in his attacks, and he couldnât keep it up for long.
If there was no chance of the flow of goblins stopping, Lapis was their only hope.
âI know, I know! I put in the commands for shuting down and stopping the goblins! But the last oneâŠThe end code isnât going through!â
Lapisâ voice got louder and rougher from her irritation.
Ritz, who couldnât understand half the things she just said, softened his voice slightly and asked.
âWhat do you mean?â
âTo put it simply, the controls wonât stop! If this would shut down, the other commands I put in would go into effect, and both the ruins and the goblins would stop and would start falling apart!â
âIf it just needs to stop, canât we just destroy it?â
âPlease do it if you can! This is something that survived for hundreds of years, and still works like itâs supposed to! It will stop if you destroy it! Please try!â
Ritz told Lapis to back off a bit, and swung his sword down onto the control panel.
But he couldnât even make a scratch on it.
His sword got deflected off the control panel.
âWhat the!?â
âThere is a magic spell protecting the surface, it wonât break with normal attacks! We need something like a cursed sword to break it!â
Their conversation reached Lorenâs ears.
He didnât understand the technical parts, but he understood that in order to do something about this situation, they needed Lapis to stop the control panel or something to destroy it.
He also knew that Ritz had tried to destroy it, but a magic spell was protecting it and couldnât do it.
After collecting all the information, he got an idea.
He had no idea if it would work, but he didnât have anything to lose at this point.
âLapis! Get away from there!â
He swung his sword in a wide arc and forced a bunch of goblins off of him, and shouted at her direction.
Without checking to see if Lapis did what he told her to, he plunged his hand into his pocket and found what he was looking for.
It was something that activated when the user willed it, but to make sure that it would activate for sure, he had to say he wanted to use it out loud.
Loren threw the object at the control panel and shouted at the top of his lungs.
âActivate!â
The object flying through the air was a pendant that was emitting gold light.
âThe << Mana Lost >> pendant!?â
Lapis, who was hurrying away from the panel, saw what it was and started moving away even quicker.
When the pendant landed on the panel, it released the charged-up mana it had gathered since the goblin mage had used it, and from Lorenâs shout, disabled the magic that was protecting it.
âCome on, break!â
Loren raised the remains of his great sword above his head, and heaved it at the panel with all his remaining strength.
It flew across the room and crashed straight into the panel.
Even without the spell, the panel was quite hard, but it still couldnât handle Lorenâs full strength and force, and the sword sunk deep into it.
âW-whoa, that was dangerousâŠâ
Although some of the pendantâs mana had recharged, it seemed that there wasnât too much, as the range of its magic didnât reach Lapis.
Even so, Lapis was about to complain that Loren couldâve made her lose control of her limbs once again, when Loren suddenly collapsed right in front of her eyes.
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âWha-!? Loren! Loren, are you okay!?â
Ritz and his party watched Lapis panic and run towards Loren.
Around them, the words on the control panel slowly disappeared, and all the goblins around them dropped down one by one, as if someone cut the strings of a puppet.