"This guy is very strong. He is really, really strong. He succeeded in drawing the sword entirely through his own strength."
In the king's view, this possibility was just as far-fetched as the previous theory of the descendants of heroes.
However, the facts are undeniable, no matter how absurd they may seem.
The king could only accept it, and after thinking about it, he realized that it wasn't such a bad thing.
"This kind of thing doesn't seem like it's impossible?"
As everyone knows, it doesn't matter who the hero is, as long as they can follow behind the hero and watch him defeat the Demon King.
The reason for using heroes from another world is that these people have low base stats but A-level growth potential.
Moreover, he is an exceptionally talented player with an A-level growth potential after multiple upgrades.
That young man below, he has the ability and is so young, he may very well have the potential to become a hero.
"As long as the Demon King is defeated, I don't care who the Hero is."
That was his opinion, but the situation at the venue below continued to change.
"This is the legendary Holy Sword, a divine weapon said to have been used by heroes throughout history to slay countless demon kings."
"Seriously? I can't sense any special power. This thing can't be fake, right?"
El held the holy sword, but none of the plot points he had seen in the stories appeared.
A surge of power arose, a golden light emanated from something, and as the power of the weapon manifested, a suit of armor appeared on its body.
None of these exist.
He simply felt that the sword was fairly handy; when he shook it, the blade sliced through the air, and he could tell it was a sharp and good weapon.
"It's worth it. I used so much force just now, and the sword is still intact."
And with its sharpness, cutting through that earth dragon back then wouldn't be difficult at all.
Whether used as a weapon or a kitchen knife, this holy sword can accomplish my mission.
With a change of heart, El also sensed the malice permeating the surroundings.
As he drew his holy sword, some of the gazes focused on him came from the demons, and their malice became increasingly apparent.
"Perfect timing, you've delivered yourselves to my door, so I won't stand on ceremony."
"bump……"
He slammed his left leg into the ground, and spiderweb-like cracks spread out. At the same time, El's figure disappeared from the spot.
"What's going on?!"
Amidst the surprise of the others, El arrived in front of his first target.
Torres, as a fire demon of the demon race, is powerful, comparable to the vampire grand duke that El previously hunted.
It blends into the crowd, using magic to disguise itself as a human, intending to deliver a fatal blow the moment the hero appears.
To this guy's surprise, what he thought would take several days turned into seeing his target on the very first day.
Moreover, that guy, for some reason, was moving closer to me.
"Foolish humans, die!"
Its disguise shattered, it reverted to its form as a fire demon, watching El's figure grow larger and larger, only to vanish in the next second.
"Excuse me, could you please let me pass?"
A cold, emotionless voice came from behind it, and it felt a chill on its neck.
Instinctively, the Balrog chose to turn back.
"call……"
Its world was spinning. It saw the back of the figure in the black robe, and it also saw its own headless body spurting blood.
He was killed in one move.
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