The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Chapter 439 (2) – The Academys Weapon Replicator

Heracles looked at the torn Obsidian calmly.

Frondier thought as he held his fist in front of Heracles’ face.

‘Obsidian isn’t turning into liquid. He already understands the principle.’

Obsidian that turns into metal when force is applied. This same phenomenon occurs when Mana is applied, so Heracles keeps Obsidian in a solid form by pouring a certain amount of Internal Energy into it.

“It’s a strange material.”

Obsidian that Frondier possesses is all Helheim’s Mana that has been integrated into Frondier.

Even the Obsidian Heracles is holding now is essentially trying to return to Frondier.

As if even that power was no obstacle to Heracles, he observed a part of the Obsidian.

‘I thought it might appear someday.’

Frondier is the one who defeated Belphegor, one of the strongest beings in the Falind continent.

If only maximum output is considered, he even surpasses Elodie.

However, even after defeating Belphegor, Frondier was thirsty for power. As if someone was chasing after him from behind.

The reason was simple. Because he already knew the limit of his strength.

‘Obsidian itself is quite powerful, but unless it’s made into the structure of a weapon, there’s a limit.’

Obsidian that had been responsible for most of his defense so far.

It’s almost perfect in manipulation and application, but it has limitations in absolute durability.

Obsidian can be as sharp as a sword, as pointed as a thorn, or as hard as a shield. However, unless weaving, Obsidian is neither a sword, nor a thorn, nor a shield.

It cannot inherit the inherent characteristics of such weapons. Naturally, it doesn’t receive the benefits of their ranks either.

Because it’s Mana from another world, it has the advantage of being able to penetrate the opponent’s aura more easily, but…

If the opponent has such overwhelming aura, and even their body is stronger than steel…

‘It’s a natural enemy.’

The demigod, Heracles.

Possessing power close to that of a God, without the restrictions that Gods have.

An opponent against whom Obsidian can’t even hold out for a single second. Against such an opponent, there’s no time to weaving. And if he can’t use weaving and Obsidian doesn’t work, then Frondier has nothing left.

…Of course, he recently developed a way to blind his opponent, but that’s another story.

“You have good eyes.”

“!”

Just then, Heracles spoke. As he lowered his fist that was aimed at Frondier.

“Even while feeling the overwhelming difference in power, you’re endlessly searching for a way to win. Usually, one would despair, or recklessness would take over their body.”

Heracles released the Obsidian. Only then did Obsidian return and be absorbed into the entirety of the Obsidian that Frondier was handling.

“With this power alone, you’d be one of the strongest among humans, it’s amazing. You’re thinking of defeating me for real.”

As he spoke, Heracles turned a spirited gaze towards Frondier. As if he welcomed the enemy aiming for his neck.

“Father! Then you’re saying that this guy dared to think of challenging you?!”

Telephus, who had been listening to the conversation, asked, and Heracles answered.

“You should think about that too. Instead of just bowing your head like that.”

“How could I do that to you, Father?!”

“And stop lowering your head.”

Heracles shook his head. It seemed he wasn’t pleased with Telephus’s extreme loyalty.

Soon, he turned his gaze back to Frondier.

“That was just a bit of fun. As you wish, I have no intention of interfering in any war. Whether it’s humans, devils, or Gods.”

“……Thank you.”

Frondier bowed his head.

Honestly, he wanted to leave right away.

Heracles was a being that far surpassed the power that Frondier had imagined. No matter what happened, he couldn’t be considered a variable.

Now that he had said he wouldn’t get involved, it was best to leave quickly before he changed his mind.

“Then I’ll be on my way. I apologize for offending you with my needless concern, Heracles.”

“Don’t worry about it. Life here is rather boring. It was a nice change of pace.”

Heracles described the intrusion of someone like Frondier as a change of pace.

Right next to him, Telephus, who had been thoroughly defeated by that change of pace, was nodding his head proudly.

“Thank you. Then…”

Frondier bowed his head and turned around.

Just five steps and he’d run away. As he thought that…

“Wait.”

When he had taken three steps, Heracles stopped him.

“……What is it?”

“It seems I can’t let you go just yet.”

When Frondier turned around, Heracles was tilting his head and looking at Frondier.

“The Internal Energy flowing through your body, the skilled control that manages it, the body you’ve trained with considerable effort, the expression and eyes that don’t reveal your inner thoughts, and above all, the quality of your soul feels different from ordinary people.”

“……You flatter me.”

“In short.”

Heracles pointed a finger at Frondier.

“You didn’t fight with your full power against my son.”

“…….”

At those words, Frondier closed his mouth, and naturally, Telephus was surprised and indignant.

“Th-That’s impossible! Are you saying that a mere human tested his strength against me?!”

“It’s even more than that. From what I saw, it looked like you were worried that he might get hurt.”

A cold sweat ran down Frondier’s back.

As expected, he had been watching from the beginning. Yet he couldn’t be sensed… What was going on?

‘…It’s easy to say that I did my best, but…’

Heracles, who clearly knew that wasn’t true, might react in an unpredictable way.

“Would it be alright to ask you one favor?”

“……What is it?”

“I want to see your strongest power.”

Heracles took a step forward. He lightly tapped his own body.

“Unleash your full power on me.”

“…….”

Frondier paused for a moment at those words, unsure of what to do.

Telephus spoke up.

“Father, that’s dangerous.”

“Watch your tongue, Telephus.”

At that light warning, Telephus closed his mouth and stepped back.

“What about you, Frondier?”

Heracles asked Frondier.

“Do you think its ‘dangerous’ like my son does?”

Heracles trusted his own strong body.

That belief was armed with more than enough evidence and justification.

An ordinary attack wouldn’t even leave a scratch on his body.

‘…Even if it wasn’t Heracles, when I imagined pouring my full power into it, I didn’t think Renzo would die.’

To put it simply, Frondier’s ‘full power’ is beyond human. Renzo, who has a human body, wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

But even so, Frondier thought Renzo would endure it.

It wasn’t because of any calculations. Rather, it was the opposite conclusion of a calculation.

But he felt that it would happen.

Even without any evidence, Renzo would endure it.

‘So Heracles would definitely endure it. As he said, he might not even get a scratch.’

Heracles provoked Frondier to attack his body.

In other words, he was volunteering to be a damage meter.

“……Alright.”

So Frondier looked at Renzo with different eyes.

Unlike Telephus, Heracles had shown a noble and generous attitude from their first meeting.

He wouldn’t change his attitude just because he got a little scratched.

‘There’s no way I can refuse anyway.’

Frondier closed his eyes.

‘Come to think of it, this is the first time since Belphegor.’

It’s been a while since he used this much power at once.

Because there was no opponent for it.

‘But I’m not really going to use my full power.’

Whether Heracles wanted it or not…

Frondier wanted to hold the cards, no matter who he was facing.

‘So it’ll look like full power, but not quite.’

Crack.

Frondier broke the black lotus necklace.

Usually, he only had to adjust the amount, but this time he needed all of it.

Crackle!

Like an overflowing lake, the surging Obsidian gathered behind Frondier’s back, spreading out like wings.

“Oh?”

A smile spread across Heracles’s lips at the extraordinary amount.

Frondier stretched out both hands.

“……Menosorpo.”

Along with his words, a rune unfolded.

In each hand, a weaving weapon materialized.

In his left hand, the God’s Hammer, and in his right hand, the Hero’s Sword.

All of them were covered in the black of the Obsidian, pulsating explosively.

“Please excuse me.”

Frondier held the sword in a reverse grip and pointed the tip at Heracles.

“My full power takes a little time.”

“……!”

Wheeik!

Kwaa—aa—ang—!

Slightly weaker than Frondier’s full power,

His unique technique, ‘Nail’, tore through the air towards Heracles.