Reincarnated as an SSS-Ranked Blacksmith Who Refuses to Forge Weapons-Chapter 86. The Warhammer Saint Unleashed

Chapter 86: 86. The Warhammer Saint Unleashed
Elias began to walk toward Marina again, his hands reaching for her throat. When he saw that, Greg’s patience, the peace he had built his whole second life around, and the control he had kept by finding Kael’s body, learning about Denna’s fate, and watching Ryn give herself up finally broke.
Greg moved faster than Elias had ever seen him before. One second he was ten feet away, and the next his fist hit Elias’s jaw with enough force to spin the man all the way around.
Greg hit Elias again before he could get back on his feet. The second punch to the stomach knocked the wind out of him, and the third to the side of the head made his vision blurry.
"Do you want to kill her?" Greg’s voice was eerily calm as he hit Elias again, this time breaking his nose with a sickening crunch. "Do you want to take the last person I can save?"
"The last person in the Crimson Falcons?!"
"After Kael!" One punch.
"After Denna!" Two punches.
"After Ryn!" Three punches.
"After everyone else, you’ve hurt and killed." Four to five punches.
Elias tried to fight back by throwing wild punches, but Greg just walked through them. Greg methodically broke down the man who had caused so much pain, ignoring every attempt at defense.
This wasn’t a fight with skill. This wasn’t the graceful violence of trained soldiers. This was raw, violent, and completely heartless.
Greg grabbed Elias by the throat and slammed him to the ground. Then he got on top of him and held him down with his weight.
And then he started hitting him. Each punch was fueled by every second of rage, grief, and anger that he had been holding back since this nightmare began.
Elias’s face was a mess. With each hit, blood flew and splattered on Greg’s hands and chest. Elias had a broken nose, broken teeth, and broken orbital bones.
Greg, on the other hand, didn’t stop. His fists moved up and down with perfect timing, and in the back of his mind, a small voice was screaming at him to stop because he was becoming exactly what he had promised himself he would never be.
But he couldn’t hear it because his own heartbeat and Elias’s breathing were getting weaker and weaker. "Is this what you wanted?" Greg said this between punches, and his voice was strangely calm even though he was fighting.
"You wanted to show me that I was just like you."
"You wanted to show everyone that violence is the only thing that matters and that peace is a lie."
"Well done." Six punches.
"You were right." Seven punches.
"I can do this." Eight punches.
"I can be a monster too." Nine to ten punches.
Elias’s eyes, which were almost completely shut, looked up at Greg’s face, and what he saw there made him lose the last bit of his sanity. This wasn’t a person anymore because he had gone beyond human anger and become something very basic and scary.
This was the Warhammer Saint. The legendary figure who had spent forty years honing his skills in violence and was now free to do whatever he wanted.
"Monster," Elias gurgled through blood and broken teeth. "You’re a monster."
"I know," Greg said, and he hit the ground again. "But I did try not to be one again, but you gave me no choice."
The sound of fists hitting flesh echoed through the chamber over and over again, a rhythm that seemed like it would never stop. Marina couldn’t look away from where she’d been thrown, even though it was horrible and she couldn’t understand what she was seeing.
The peaceful blacksmith who had made her a frying pan and refused to make weapons for anyone was beating a man to death with his bare hands. He had built his whole philosophy around not becoming what he had been in a past life.
And he didn’t seem to be stopping. Greg raised his fist again.
"GO TO HELL, ASSHOLEEEE!!!" Greg did another punch that became a finishing blow for Elias, whose whole skull got broken so badly that it made his brain explode.
Elias’s face was so severely injured that it was difficult to recognize him as a person. As Greg unleashed another powerful blow, strong hands grabbed his arms from behind.
"Boss! Stop!"
"That’s enough! This isn’t who you want to be!" Bork’s voice, which is usually very sure, was shaking with worry and fear.
"Please, Sensei!" Felix was on the other side, holding Greg back with all his might. "You’ve won!"
They arrived at the right time just to check on their condition, and of course what they saw surprised them. They didn’t expect to see Greg do something that he didn’t want to do.
"That’s it for him! Stop!"
Greg tried to resist and keep going with what he had started, but Bork and Felix wouldn’t let him. Seraphine was there too, standing between Greg and Elias’s broken body. Her ice magic made a barrier that was more symbolic than real.
"Greg," Seraphine said, and her voice broke through the red haze that had taken over him. "Greg, look at me."
"Look at Marina."
Greg turned his head and saw Marina looking at him with an unreadable look on her face. Was it fear? Afraid? Gratitude? Help? Or are they all present simultaneously?
"She’s okay," Seraphine said. "You saved her."
"It’s done... You can stop now."
Greg looked at his hands, which were covered in blood that wasn’t his own. He looked down at Elias, who was barely awake and had a ruined face.
He was still breathing, but just. He saw his friends holding him back and acting like he was a dangerous animal that could attack again at any moment.
And little by little, the anger began to fade, leaving behind something cold and empty. "I’m sorry," Greg said, his voice empty.
"I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to... I couldn’t stop myself. I just... after all he did...
Bork said softly, "We know," but he didn’t let go. "We know, Boss."
"But now you have to let us take care of it. You’ve done enough."
Mira showed up, floating over Elias’s body and looking at him with her golden eyes. "He’s gone..."
Everyone was shocked hearing that from Mira, because Seraphine had to confirm herself that Elias stopped breathing and healing magic couldn’t save him because his life was taken by the fist of the Warhammer Saint. They were too late to stop Greg, who succeeded in killing Elias.
"... ..." Greg was silent hearing that.
The system sent him a notification, but unfortunately, it was not delivered at the right time.
[ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: First Kill]
[User has decided to kill to uphold justice]
[NEW SKILL LEARNED]
The words transformed into gold, shining so brightly that Greg had to squint.
[INSTANT FORGING]
[Rank: UNIQUE]
[Description: This skill lets the user forge in an instant without using an anvil, hammer, or materials. Just use your imagination]
[Effect: Can create anything with both hands that’ll glow a golden light, as long as the user is completely creative with his mind]
[Cost: All of your remaining strength and mana. Use it wisely]
[Note: You fucking did it. You killed someone to deserve the peace you wanted]
The room was silent because they can’t even start a conversation with how Greg treated Elias. It was shocking that made Greg unable to move even an inch.
He said slowly. "I..."
"...fucked up."