Frondier gripped the Black Lotus.

He had always manipulated the bracelet to control the Obsidian, but...

“There's no time for adjustments.”

Crack!

With a somewhat nostalgic feeling, Frondier crushed the Obsidian in his grip.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaa——!!

The Obsidian poured out like a river bursting through a dam. The fragment of Helheim was practically a lake, so it wasn't far off.

Frondier poured the overflowing mana into the entirety of the Obsidian.

In an instant, his overwhelming mana threatened to engulf the entire Obsidian, causing the Obsidian, which originally operated on 'Helheim's mana,' to transform into a strange shape.

“……What is that.”

Belphegor's low voice echoed at the sight.

Frondier's own mana and the absorbed Helheim mana were in a fierce confrontation. Frondier wrapped the entire Obsidian around his body.

It covered his body, and the endlessly growing mana behind his back stretched out to the sides, transforming into wings.

“Weaving was forbidden, you said.”

After speaking, Frondier extended his right hand.

“Then do the Gods foresee this as well?”

Weaving

Obsidian

Menosorpo

Simultaneous Replication

Helheim's mana drives the Obsidian, and Frondier's mana activates Menosorpo.

Rank - Legend

Excalibur∙Alpha

The Obsidian, a material that shapes the form of a design, and Menosorpo, which manifests the illusion of mana into reality.

Frondier grasped the sword created by their union in one hand.

Kwaaaaaaaaaa—!!

Just gripping it caused a typhoon-like wind to surge.

Frondier pointed the Excalibur's vivid colors towards Belphegor.

“Can you tell the difference?”

Belphegor was speechless at Frondier's question.

The difference?

The only thing that remained the same was its appearance.

‘……That sword, it's the sword the hero King Arthur wielded.’

Now, that Excalibur wasn't just an independent weapon.

Legendary, Divine weapons were powerful in their own right, but their influence varied depending on who wielded them and what stories they forged.

The sword Frondier held now existed with all of its narratives absorbed. It was truly the 'complete Excalibur' as described in the dictionary.

“……It's too much for you to handle.”

Belphegor's eyes narrowed.

Perhaps King Arthur could manage, but Frondier's swordsmanship wasn't at that level.

Belphegor spoke.

“It's useless if you can't reach me.”

“……Is that so.”

But Frondier wasn't a swordsman to begin with.

Weaving, Obsidian

Rank - Divine

Mjölnir

Mjölnir was reborn in Frondier's left hand. Belphegor looked at the sight with a horrified expression.

“Try dodging this, Demon of Sloth.”

Frondier, wielding absurd weapons in both hands. Moreover, his mana had become even more powerful than before.

And...

‘……He's poured all that absurd mana into that Excalibur.’

Frondier seemed to be betting everything on this one strike, channeling most of his increased mana into Excalibur.

It was a sword that grew explosively powerful as it absorbed mana, but with that much mana, Belphegor wondered if even Excalibur's vessel would shatter.

Frondier knew. He knew his own strength was no match for Belphegor's.

No matter how great a weapon, be it a Divine weapon or a Legendary weapon, it was nothing more than a fancy ornament if the wielder was incompetent.

That's why Frondier always forced Belphegor to make a choice. Just like before, but this time, the concept was entirely different.

He absolutely couldn't get hit by that Excalibur. Mjölnir was the same, of course, but Excalibur meant instant death upon contact. It wasn't just a matter of power; Excalibur, the 'hero's' sword, was fatal to Belphegor, a 'demon'.

When Frondier asked if he could tell the difference, it was both a provocation and a threat. It was clearly different from the Excalibur before.

‘……The thing to watch out for is that mana sword energy from before.’

Belphegor tensed up.

Frondier's sword energy that rained down from all directions. He had to be wary of the sword energy fired with the combination of Mjölnir and Excalibur. Any careless movement would make it impossible to avoid the high-speed projectiles.

More importantly, Frondier could create weapons and fire sword energy from locations unrelated to himself, so his vision had to encompass everything.

‘……If it were this guy, he could become humanity's next hero and….’

A thought momentarily crossed Belphegor's mind, but...

‘……No, it's a pointless thought. Even if Frondier were a true hero.’

He quickly dismissed the thought.

“Alright! I'll take you on! If you can't stop me, all resistance is meaningless!”

Belphegor poured mana into both hands. Magic instantly materialized, with blue flames in one hand and his aura infused in the other.

Even if he couldn't combine them like Sybil's 'petals', Belphegor could still utilize them simultaneously.

“Try to kill me! Frondier!!”

His flames were the embodiment of his magical power. Even if Frondier fired sword energy, he could sacrifice an arm and let it pass. It would be a severe injury, but his remaining hand would claim Frondier's life.

“……Hup!”

And towards Belphegor, who was wary of Frondier's sword energy,

Frondier charged with weapons in both hands.

There was no sword energy, just a ridiculously straightforward physical assault.

‘What is this! Is he planning to use weapons in the air to keep me at bay like before!’

Belphegor thought for a moment, but there was nothing in the air.

Instead, Frondier seemed to have poured all the mana he could have used for creating weapons into Excalibur, which approached him with an almost irrational amount of concentrated power.

The meaning was clear.

‘……This.’

Frondier was gambling with Belphegor until the very last moment.

Mjölnir in his left hand, Excalibur in his right.

Now then.

Which one would it be this time?

“You filthy bastard!!”

Belphegor shouted the perfect expression.

Frondier was no hero.