"Whoa, whoa!

Though he took the blow carried out with the roar with his left sword, Ilis put his face to too much weight. If you decide you can't stand it with one hand, you immediately support the left sword with the right sword. When you endure by receiving a battle axe in the intersection of the two swords, you finally see the enemy. A young man. Though young, there is no doubt that he is older than Illis. He wraps his tongue around his arms, which are awesome in his eyes, but could overwhelm Illis, who boasts superhuman strength more than that.

(again)

Since we stormed the enemy line, we have slaughtered and killed dozens of Zalwarne soldiers, but there were many strong enemies among them that were hard to say miscellaneous. Should it also be with the Superman? Their attack, which has powers that cannot be compared to those of a regular person, was heavy on top of the early, something that, if properly received, would have been Iris and not a single one. Most importantly, Illis has not suffered a hand wound that would appear to have caused him to get here. I know how to fight in the enemy line. If you stand around well in enemy soldiers, the enemy will not be able to attack either. I can't possibly hurt my allies or anything. Like the man in front of you, you're usually hesitant to even use your buddy's body. If we can create such a situation, no matter how superhuman the opponent exerts his power, he will not be the enemy. But not the man in front of you. Person in a position more than perhaps a troop leader, wrapping armor helmets decorated with dragons. Instead of hesitating to use the corpses of our allies, it's like launching a onslaught in a breeze that blows anywhere, such as in the presence of your surrounding companions, a battle freak.

Iris finds out that a man has been knocking a battle axe with one hand and narrows his eyes. Just one arm to overwhelm the power of Illis. It can't be funny if it's her. I feel like an idiot in my life.

In anticipation of a man trying to attach his left hand to the axe pattern, he flew back. Cut off the enemy soldiers behind the landing destination and also deal with the fierce chase of the man with the battle axe. The man's eyes laughed as he twisted his hair through the battle axe waved down as he advanced. I finally got a good look at the enemy.

"Ha-ha!

A man raises his voice as he shakes up an axe that chooses the ground. The soldiers around them shook victoriously at the lavish laughter.

"This is the fight! This is the fight! This is the real thing!

"It's a battlefield. Is it true or lies?"

And when he set up his two swords without warning, Iris told him without a scratch. If you show some room, you will be injured, if you show alarm, you will lose your life. That's the battlefield. Always do not fail to be alert to your surroundings and do not miss even subtle movements. Especially since she's jumping into enemy formation by herself. Neither that nor this was an action to lighten the burden on fellow citizens, but that is why they should not be hemmed. It just makes me laugh, like getting in good shape and getting hurt.

My whole body is nervous. Good nervousness. Muscles are not too tense, reactions are not delayed, enough to give full strength. Aware that the gaze of the surrounding enemy soldiers is gathered in himself and the war-axe man in front of him. Miscellaneous soldiers can't take part in this fight. but that kind of assumption creates a predicament. As she retightened her mind, she stared at the man's grin.

The man waved lightly as he re-gripped the battle axe with both hands. There was wind pressure and I stroked the cheeks of Illis.

"Right. Exactly. But as far as I'm concerned, this is the kind of fight I wanted."

"Do you know what's convenient for you? Die."

Fly forward to the left and turn to the side of the man. And the battle axe chased after me as I swept away the ground. Slash by rotating your whole body.

"Fine, that sort of thing. You're welcome. You're welcome!

As I jumped over the impending battle axe as I dug the ground, I saw a back full of gaps. Into. Eye vision. It is seen. A man stabbed his foot to the ground and forcefully stopped spinning. Reverse spinning slaughter flies, but by then, Illis is plugging his right sword into the side of the man. Look up. The end of a man's mouth is distorted by a grin. A fierce impact was transmitted all over the body from the left flank of Illis. For a moment, it gets dark in front of me. When I realized, her body had been blown up in the air. Although the impact of the fall was a pursuit, it was more than a pain in the flank. Hear the footsteps, aggravated by severe pain. I can see all the miscellaneous soldiers flocking in. But that was a flash, too.

"That woman is my prey! Don't give me your hand."

The soldiers stopped moving when the war-axe man issued an intimidated order. The man definitely has more authority than a troop leader. Zalwarn Army - No, I don't know what's going on with the dragon-eye army chain of command, but the soldiers who stopped the move must be the men's direct reports or corporals. Otherwise, no matter how terrible, you don't have to obey his orders.

Nevertheless, Iris did not think that he had taken off his predicament, etc. The pain in the flank shows no signs of subsidence, and it turns out he took a serious painful hand. Standing up to support her left sword, but every time she moved her body, severe pain ran, and she bit her teeth.

A few ribs, maybe broken.

(I can stand the pain)

I don't think there's a problem. It is highly likely to interfere with the battle. If you can't exert your strength, you won't be able to spot a winning chance.

The enemy is strong.

You can call it a meta-human among meta-humans. Attacks carried out from out of common sense power were not such as pain. If you eat properly, you will perish without a single clump. Fortunately, what Illis ate was a blow by the patterned part of the battle axe, which was done with injuries to the extent that the bones were broken. It's a long battle axe with a pattern. If I had stuffed the distance incorrectly, her torso would have been amputated.

"Prey."

"It's prey."

The man with the battle axe stood on a bar. An Iris sword remains pierced on the left flank. When I was blown away, I seemed to let it go, but I guess I was right to let it go. If I held it like that, I would have been even more seriously wounded. The sword penetrated deeply and it was well established that it was a fatal wound. The soldiers around them also look at the axe man anxiously. He dies. Everyone understands that harsh fact.

The blood that conveys the sword spills from the patterned head. A man's hand touched the pattern. Grab it, pull it through unwrought. The man's expression was slightly distorted. Blood runs out of the wound. Probably because I pulled out the sword that had the lid on it. The unstoppable flow of blood seemed to rapidly take away his vitality.

"But a strong prey. That's why it's worth fighting for."

A man raises his sword. A sword characterized by a wavy sashimi. The fillet smeared with blood red also seemed like a swinging flame. The man's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the sword.

"Worth risking your life for"

Throw it, they're coming over.

"What imitation?"

Iris glared at the man as he saw the sword draw a parabola and pierced the ground at his feet. Being pitied over this period didn't make me feel like I was being ridiculed.

"I would have gone. I just want a real fight. If duplicity is your way of fighting, then you can't be serious, can you?

"It's a licked one. Know that arrogance will take your own life."

"Han."

When the man laughed with his nose, he set up the battle axe with both hands.

"I'll die anyway"

"... you did"

A man knows the depth of his wounds. I might have made it if I did first aid. But the opportunity has been lost. In the first place, if you try to kill Illis, you won't make it. With her, I didn't mean to be killed in silence like that, and the man must not have thought it would be easy to chase her down and kill her. It was a mistake to let my men kill me.

More than life extension, the victory in front of you.

Maybe that's the thought.