My Alter Ego Is Becoming a Giant

Great Battle of Picaol (1)

A training ground in the Great Battle of Roselia.

“Haab!”

visor-!

Former Paladin Luthers, now retired, marveled inwardly as he slashed the attack of the sword-wielding young man in front of him.

‘Growth has accelerated.’

Still, I was paying attention as a person with the potential to give me preferential treatment in the denomination, but that growth has accelerated for a while.

To the extent that it is impossible to predict its limits.

‘Heinrich Landguard….’

Even the superiors of the church and the saints directly supported him, so he did not express any particular expression, but Luthers was deeply displeased with the situation that pushed him.

Although he acknowledged the potential and potential, he thought that he was placing too much burden on the young chick who had just been appointed as a paladin.

‘For a paladin, divine power is not everything.’

Of course, the proof of that belief is fully respected, and it goes without saying that more is better…

Apart from that, not a priest who was protected from behind, but a paladin who had to stand at the forefront, his own force was more important.

‘I thought so…’

In fact, from the beginning, Heinrich was not lacking in power.

It wasn’t up to the level of the general manager, but it was at the level of a fairly advanced paladin.

“Suck—!”

His sword suddenly bent in an unreasonable direction and pierced it with Luthers’ spear.

It was a method that put a tremendous strain on the wrist, but Heinrich didn’t care.

Chaeeng-!

The sword bounced off the casually connected defense, and even used the recoil to draw a semicircle and cut right through the leg.

Luthers thwarted even that attack without difficulty…

‘light?’

There was no weight felt in the attack.

As soon as he felt it, he took a step back from his seat.

Whoo-!

A lump of metal that ran through the spot where his ankle was, like a mace.

It was Heinrich’s legs wrapped around his body in armor.

Luthers’ eyes were noticeably different at the attack, but Heinrich only kicked his tongue in regret.

‘I’ve tried what I’ve been through, but it doesn’t work. Is your opponent not good?’

It must also be due to the weight of him wrapped in armor.

Brokoslac’s True Blood Freesia, who first used this technique, was quick and light in every movement, so it is natural that there would be a difference in its fighting style.

However, Luthers, who was Heinrich’s swordsmanship instructor, was nodding his head at his better sense than expected.

‘It’s definitely not unusual. Right now, it’s no less than a veteran paladin. This is really enough to reach the Paladins within a few years.’

Although he acknowledged Heinrich inwardly, he did not express it outwardly and maintained a firm expression on his face.

It was to avoid giving false winds to talented people who are doing well.

“Today’s training ends here.”

“thank you! Instructor!”

After a few hours of training, Luthers left the training ground first with a happy expression.

‘After all, stamina is the source of all strength. It’s really different from the sprouts.’

Heinrich’s overwhelming physical strength at all times allowed him to spend a very dense time by filling his training time, so he had no choice but to be satisfied with raising his juniors as his pleasure.

Heinrich, who was left alone at the place where Luthers left, slowly warmed up and cleaned up the training ground.

It had been a few days since he heard the story of the Holy Sword from the saint, but all he had done was training.

All sorts of combat techniques, s*xual training, and personal training.

‘It’s nice to be able to focus on getting stronger comfortably, though.’

Perhaps it was thanks to the acceleration of the growth rate added by reinforcing unique skills, it was now visible to the extent that he was growing day by day, and as the results came out immediately, the training was of course fun.

One day, about a fortnight after he devoted himself to training in a satisfactory environment.

Saint Riesta called Heinrich.

smart-

“Saint, this is Heinrich. I have been called.”

“yes! Come on in!”

There was nothing special about the saint’s office other than the bookshelves full of books and ornaments engraved with the symbols of the denomination.

The moment I glanced around the frugal office…

＜The Adventures of a Hero and a Saint ~Devil Dragon Hunting Edition＞

＜The Adventures of a Hero and a Saint ~Fairy Kingdom Edition＞

“The Silly Prince and the Cursed Princess”

＜········＞

‘Well.’

The books in the corner of the bookshelf caught my eye, but he naturally turned his gaze and pretended not to see it.

It was a law that had to respect a girl’s privacy.

The saint, not noticing Heinrich’s consideration, jumped up from the office desk where she was sitting and greeted him.

The papers he had been grunting through before he came in had already been left on the desk without consideration.

Most of the work was handled by the practitioners as the cardinals decided, but there were tasks that were passed on to her like homework in order to gain experience as a saint.

What she had just been looking at was a document with such a thorny problem, but when Heinrich came in, she took the opportunity and threw it away.

Of course, leaving it now doesn’t solve the problem, so it was simply procrastinating…

The saint was satisfied with being able to get out of the troublesome problem once.

You’ll have to leave the work to yourself later!

“Hello, Madame.”

“Hello, Sir Heinrich! I have a lot to talk about, so please sit down.”

Heinrich sat on the sofa with the reception table in between, facing the saint.

“I heard the story. There are many difficult instructors, but they all praised Sir Heinrich, right?”

“You’re welcome. It’s all thanks to the wonderful people who teach.”

As words of praise and humility came and went, the story began in earnest shortly after.

“After hearing other people’s evaluations, I think I can slowly challenge the ordeal of the Holy Sword.”

“You mean the holy sword? It’s faster than I thought.”

It had been less than a month since Heinrich began intensive training after hearing about the Holy Sword from her.

No matter how rapidly his level grew, I thought he needed to train a little more…

“Actually, I would like to take a little more time to prepare, but something doesn’t feel right.”

“How do you feel?”

“Do you have a feeling that something big is going to happen soon? I’m not sure, but I think the Immortal King is going to do something sooner or later.”

“Ah… is that so?”

It is said that the premonition of a saint is close to foreknowledge, but this time it seems that she was misunderstood.

Because Hans was still working on volunteering on Earth.

“So now at the church level, we are raising the level of alert and preparing for any contingency. Warnings will soon arrive for other factions as well. Something is about to happen, so be prepared.”

However, seeing the woman full of confidence, she seemed to feel something.

It’s not because of Hans, but she sensed something, so she’s doing it that way.

“Then let’s go back to the story of the holy sword, shall we? I got a call from the Great Battle of Picaol in the western part of the continent that the ordeal could be started at any time.”

About 300 years ago, the 2nd Immortal King who came out from the western part of the continent destroyed the Sarbe Empire, which was swaying there.

And after the death squad defeated the immortal king, it was the kingdom union composed of four countries that claimed to be descendants of the Sarb Empire.

Thalia, Charlotte, Tulk, and the Resk Kingdoms finally succeeded in erasing the scars of the Undead King war after a long time of hard work.

Of course, in the aftermath of that, their respective national powers were not on the strong side, but they promoted their own development by uniting with each other to give and receive help.

‘Among the kingdom union, the Great Hall built in the southern Resk Kingdom is….’

Instead of Picaol.

It was the most recently built Great Hall built during the post-war restoration process 300 years ago, and the place where the holy sword was sealed…

It was the place where the squadron including the previous warriors defeated the 2nd Immortal King.

“But we succeeded in subjugating the Immortal King, but we couldn’t seal the heart properly.”

And whether it was because of the aftermath or simply because he had done something before he died, the place where the Immortal King fell began to be colored into the abyss.

“In order to purify it, the previous warriors and the Shinjuku Church put a holy sword in the place to seal it, and then built a great temple right above it.”

That was the Great Battle of Picaol that took over the West.

It was also a time when the existing Great War that existed in the west collapsed along with the Sarb Empire, and the necessity emerged.

“Then if you pull out that holy sword, won’t the seal be broken? Can I pick you up?”

“It’s been three hundred years already. At the time, that was the only option, but now that it has been purified enough, there is no problem without the Holy Sword.”

Therefore, it is said that generations of generations have tried to retrieve the holy sword periodically.

Aren’t the holy swords too precious to be left unattended in one place?

Of course, the results were obvious.

“It all failed. I don’t think it’s too difficult.”

The saint sighed and shrugged.

In order to become the master of the Holy Sword, you have to pass through various difficult trials, and it is said that if the same person challenges several times, a higher level is demanded with each round.

So the best way was to get the Holy Sword’s recognition on the first try.

“But how can you guarantee that I will be successful right away?”

“Sir Heinrich is the enemy to defeat the Immortal King!”

There was no doubt in the words of the saint who answered with twinkling eyes.

Heinrich, who felt remorse for his upright faith, turned his gaze away.

“All right. So, when can we go over there?”

“Right now!”

“yes?”

“I told the gate in advance! If you go right now, you will be able to go directly to the Great Hall of Picaol.”

The saint, who answered immediately without hesitation, shrugged her shoulders with a proud expression.

It was a gesture as if he was quite satisfied with his quick work.

When he looked at him like he was absurd, she tilted her head with an innocent expression and only blinked.

‘Well, there’s nothing to prepare, so it doesn’t matter if you go right away.’

Heinrich smiled and stood up from his seat.

Of course, he did not forget to leave a word to the saint.

“Then I will go right now. May the saint also finish the rest of the work well.”

“oh! Ahh···.”

The expression of the saint, who had bloomed brightly as she remembered the task she had forgotten, rapidly withered.

To the extent of seeing such a reaction, it seemed to be a rather troubling problem.

After leaving the office of the saint, Heinrich headed straight to the gate room.

Moving to the Great Battle of Pikaol in the western part of the continent.

To get the holy sword to defeat the Immortal King!

***

Hui Ying—

[Hmm… I think it’s been sorted out now.]

The rooftop of a skyscraper in the middle of the night.

Surrounded by black darkness, there was an existence looking down at the city center.

Korean dark hero, criminal hunter, unofficial strongest.

And the catastrophe of Auterica in another world, and death that came from the abyss.

It was the Immortal King Hans.

‘It’s definitely easier to work because the strength of the organization is added. Because there is a limit to Hans’s own strength.’

There are times when many who can be used are more helpful than one who is absolutely strong.

With Heterosys and other clans together, the efficiency of work has greatly increased.

‘First of all, there is a difference in the ability to collect information.’

Hans had a limitation in that he could only target current criminals caught in the detection net.

A heinous criminal might be lucky enough to get out of his grasp.

But now things are different.

He collects information through a clan that is expanding across the country, and Heterosys, which is much stronger than before, hunts them down thanks to the 「Refined Blood」.

And if they can’t do anything about it, it’s over through Hans.

It was a perfect division of work.

[Now, there doesn’t seem to be any big players to worry about.]

Hans manipulated Heinz II’s business cannon phone to see if other information had come in.

But after he’s been busy for the past few days, he doesn’t seem to have anything to do with himself.

[Heh heh… is it really not? …Then, shall we go back now? Khhhh.]

I wasn’t talking about the house.

To put it bluntly, it must be close to home.

‘I was really worried about the saint’s words. Shall we find out more about that?’

So, the king of the continent’s fear and immortality headed back to Auterica.