Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

Fujido's expression clearly caught on. I guess I found something changed because of my actions.

Evil signs swayed like smoke and solidified again a few meters away from me.

"Fogging (Foam Blackwind)"

One of Van Peel's abilities to change himself from fog to fog.

Standing there was a complete vampire. cloudy, bloody eyes that contrast to bloodless skin. Except for the sweaty forehead and the broken black coat, it's no different from what it looked like when we first met. The damage I struggled to do disappeared in an instant due to my revived high regenerative ability.

Seriously......

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Van Peel, now so far with his white eyes, mocks.

Pull out the knife immediately and throw. Zarpan raised his index finger and shallow injured his palm with his nails. Blood overflowing from the wound takes shape thinner than its mindfulness power, intertwining it to envelop the knife.

Can't you go through it twice? It takes time to tie the line, and the medium is defenseless until the tension is over.

As if you had read my thoughts, the blood swept through the knife on the ground, which had previously been the medium of the junction. Four mediums are required to establish the boundary. Unfortunately, there is no reserve to just tie the line again. Stuffed.

"Ha-ha-ha, hey."

The laughter stops perfectly and its eyes narrow and narrow. Grabbing the mace beside me, I slowly stood up. The main wepon is back but the price is too great.

"I thought you were gonna die."

"Die."

It was the real deal.

Damn, this is... don't get away with it... I failed. The medium of the junction is also found out. Mobility is overwhelmingly higher in Zalpan. If they use metastatic magic, they can't catch up anymore.

Turn your gaze toward Fujido. Fujido opened his eyes as frightened as he felt the power of a genuine black-blooded people not sealed in the junction, and retreated afterwards. Death!

Aria pulls out her sword and makes a mistake and takes a combat stance, but she takes damage in the Vale Forest. What a sword technique. This guy doesn't have ten seconds.

"Kuku...... hehe...... it's hard to have stupid company......"

"... not at all"

I'm not one of them anymore, but I can't say anything. The enemy even pointed me out. I can't say anything.

Switch your mind. The worst thing that can happen is that they kill Fujido and the others. I can't take it down. I can't do this anymore. I can get away. If I can get away with it, I can't catch up. We can't catch up.

All you can do is avoid the worst. I bet this guy hasn't found out yet that Fujido is a brave man.

Sigh, hold your forehead and stare at Zarpan.

"I have no choice, I'll let you get away with it. Run, Van Peel."

"... what? What are you talking about?"

The knife that was caught in the blood disappears. You sent him somewhere with metastatic magic?

As the blood whirled in the air as it was, it shaped a single fine sword.

Zarpan makes her cheeks pull and laugh. I'm pretending to be calm, but I was clearly angry.

"My powers are back. Let's start the second round."

"... well, if you really want to... I don't mind..."

Sigh again and lift the mace.

I had already lost my temper from inside me. How can I be serious when I say I can get away with it if I'm about to lose? If they use metastatic magic, there's no stopping them. From the skill of letting the knife go off, you wouldn't be an amateur.

"... you're a lot less tense because I got my powers back..."

"Yes, sir."

Sigh and squeeze a few meters in one step. At the same time, use the sacred technique to unload the protection on the gripped mace. Unlike Dagger, Mace is my faith heart itself. Because the streets of protection are different, it is more efficient to impart the power of light directly and beat it up than to emit 'judging light'.

You were alarmed. An eye that opens flashly. Pay all the knives of blood in Mace's blow for an unfortunate number of things unleashed. It seems that Lucif's protection has not gone down to the manipulated blood, and I guess the force itself was barely in place, everything, including the one that hadn't touched the mace, returned to the blood of the man who was given the evil power. The sword that was in my hand is no exception. Too alarmed.

Thoughtfully tap Mace into the empty torso. Bones respond to meat bubbling. It's still much less than it was supposed to be, but compared to earlier, it's the difference between cloud mud. Pierced by thorns, skin tears and blood erupts.

Catch up with the blowing zalpan in one step and keep shaking down the mace and slamming it to the ground. Hands are good, but not good. Again, you can't just dagger. It has to be Mace.

"Huh!?

Damage has been inflicted, but the vampire's ability to regenerate is origami. Defense is low, aggressive and resilient. That's the trait of vampires.

The scattered blood changes shape and becomes a thin wall. Is this guy making fun of me? Am I playing? Without worrying about the defensive wall of blood that occurred in front of me, I swayed Mace silently twice and three times.

The walls disappear at first sight, reaching the body at second sight, piercing the skin and reaching the meat at third sight. Zarpan groans in pain. There is no indication that it will change into fog for some reason.

"? You're not running away?

Words came out of my mouth unexpectedly.

My hand can shake up, but I smash it with a mace without worrying about that. Even if the original power returns, the intrusion is the family of darkness. I'm not the enemy of a heretic exterminator (Crusader) who fights it specially. Exorcism is a power created to cover the darkness. Originally, the question was how not to miss it.

Failure to defeat was also simply too strong a protection for the Evil God, and his ability as a vampire was not a hurdle. Physical ability is definitely high, but it's not as good as me with a first-class aid, and Van Peel's defense is not high against it. If this attack power increases, the difference will narrow.

Every blow with gravity on it is definitely hitting that body. I'm shredding that life one by one. Even though it can be avoided if it turns into fog, why don't you try to do it? Is this an operation that fogs and escapes on the verge of being hit, causing me to cause trouble? If it is, it can only be described as a mean devil tribe.

The face, which was fine, quickly spills. The distorted crimson eyes sparkled for a moment, releasing power.

"Life Absorption (Energy Drain)"

Its ability to absorb the lives of raw people is expressed, and it is bounced off by the protection of the light hung on me and disappears. The neglected grass around him withers under the aftermath, but he won't be able to recover to that extent. Regardless of the average person or swordsman without protection, "Life Absorption (Energy Drain)" doesn't work on monk (Priest) opponents.

After more than a dozen seconds of swinging a mace as if even a sandback would hit him, his response finally disappears. Black fog flows and is rebuilt a few meters away.

Zarpan was kneeling and coughing in tears. There is a hole in the black coat and it is stained black.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa... What do you think, what are you?!?

Pack the distance without answering and wield the mace. Now its body turns into fog on the verge of hitting it, and it is avoided. If you want to run, just run. I'm not free. I have a lot to do.

When the fog rose high above the tree, it returned to the shape of man with one of the branches.

Breathe roughly like a cough. I can see that the wound is healing slightly.

"Ha, ha... a monster... meh..."

He's rude. Grab a mace on your shoulder and look up at Zalpan. If you want to run, just run. I'm not free!

Fujido looks at this one as if he was paralyzed and stays on the spot. My stomach was crisp and damaged by stress. Please go somewhere safe.

Where Zalpan's wounds regenerated ninety percent, now his whole body trembles heavily.

Black hair grows on the bloodless white skin, and a shadow pops out of its back.

"Animalization (Form Animal)"

One of Van Peel's special abilities to change freely to animals. Especially since there is a strong tendency to change into wolves and bats, the destination of the change is probably bats. Are you going to fly away? Well, then that's fine. Metastasis or flight, but there is no substitute for escape. I don't have wings, even if I have levels.

As we stopped and watched, what changed was the appearance of the bat, as expected. Huge bats like the ones that cut out the darkness. It will be about the size of a cow, and that will ring in a tall voice. And they attacked us.

I just thought I was going to run away, so I accidentally open my eyes and look back at the sight.

Complex manoeuvres, repeatedly striking swirls at much faster speeds than wild bats. I waved it down a mace and slapped it off. Some sad scream called Key Key echoes through the woods. Obviously people are stronger. Why are you attacking me with a bat with a falling fighting power?

Is this a bonus stage...? Van Peel shape changes cannot be used continuously. It's impossible to get away with fogging once you're not back in person.

Inside, tilting his neck, he steps on its wings and stops moving, slamming a mace on its little skull. It was no longer close to relieving stress. Beat it over and over again. I try to get back into the shape of a person, but I don't mind waving a mace. Returning to a person's shape in seconds, but by then his head had already swollen to a spill.

Thoughtful down mace swings empty. Fogging... there's gotta be some pain, but I didn't know he was coming at me without running. Could this guy be a mazo too...?

A little further away, the fog returns to people again, but the damage remains intact.

It's a fool's thing to have a conversation during a fight, but I ask unexpectedly.

"... you, what do you want?

"Stupid... Stupid idiot, this, this Zarpan Drago Fani, who received more protection than the Dark God, can't afford to lose to humans in a state of perfection -"

Are you hearing my queries or not, or is it also a solitary habit?

No, you're not... Could I kill this?

Stupid. This guy is stupid.

It is likely that we should take pride in it. I changed my mind. This guy is an idiot. I thought I could definitely get away with it, but if I could, I'd do it.

Declare to Zalpan, choosing the words.

"... Zalpan Drago Fani, call me with all your might. If there is pride in the blood of the king that flows through it, let us settle it with dignity."

Zalpan turns to my face with a missing expression.

"Of... want, where. Hahahahahahahahaha... there is no way I'm gonna lose..."

There is no power in the voice. Nervous or samurai tremors, their bodies tremble, and their performances are not seen in flattery. But the will was right this way. I can kill you. I can kill you, this is it.

Energy builds on unexpected developments.

Fujido is stupid, but Zarpan is just as stupid. Before they change their minds...... kill. I won't leave you any trouble. It's a business trick.

Zarpan snarls his fingers. In the air, innumerable arrows of darkness occurred that could not be compared to when we shot earlier. That number, nearly a hundred. Is this your natural strength? Every single one has the power of lethality. Fujido would be a blow. Even Amelia could be in danger.

Pray silently, producing an equal number of arrows of light. I have exercised my sacrament many times, but only divine power is out of character. There was still room for power.

Dark arrows are ejected. An arrow of light intercepts it. I skinned it, lowered myself and kicked the ground.

I guess he no longer gave up turning into an animal and intercepting. Zalpan, in the same way, grabs the sword of blood in both hands and thrusts it. Arrows of light and darkness collided, and the noise bursting into the night forest sounded intermittently.

Confirm the blood sword. This time it will be more powerful than it was earlier. I don't know if I can turn it off just because I struck it off with a mace. But no problem. If you can't get rid of it, it's as good as it gets.

What the hell did he find a winning chance with? Or have you already given up that victory?

There is no answer. The enemy, the sword of blood held in his left and right hands, changes shape and stretches with the momentum of the spike. I could read it. It's a basic tactic of blood flow manipulation (Move Blood). Van Peel would all come. If you see it for the first time, you take it first, but if the seeds are cracked, it's not hard to avoid it if you're on guard.

Suddenly it grows and jumps. Then I kicked that jaw with my toes. Dull sensation. Does it really not turn into fog? At the same time as you land, release the mace for a moment and place your palm flat on the dovetail of that body with open arms. Zalpan's arm stretches out, his palm claws up and grabs him over his shoulder. My shoulders snapped on my grip, but thanks to the chainmail I wore inside, my nails haven't even reached meat.

"Judgment Light (Photon Order)"

I don't know how many times the light was emitted from the flat of my hand, my arm detached from the impact and my body blows back. Grab the mace and follow it.

Use centrifugal force to turn the mace around. I can put all my strength into a blow. Break everything thoroughly. Zalpan defends it with his arms firmly in place when it is paid for by the horizontal goose. but it is a bad hand. The pinnacle of stupidity, such as trying to take it even though you're not so strong physically.

Zalpan blows up in momentum and is slammed against a tree. I'm down. I'm going after it. Stretched out, just obsessed with waving a mace. Blood splashes, on my cheeks, but I don't care. I can see Zalpan's vitality is falling through the weapon. I can see my consciousness is half flying. I guess it was a good idea to focus on my head. The fact that the command tower is the brain does not change either man or the people of black blood. The body turns into fog after a dozen degrees of beating. Survival instincts must have worked. It's like a reflex. That shows that we can kill him in a little while.

As proof of that, the fog returned to its original appearance a little while ago. Bloody head. Full of creativity. But my consciousness was back. Provoke not to escape.

Shake the mace two or three times and shake off the blood.

"What's up, Zalpan? I haven't had a blow yet. Don't hesitate to show it to me."

Young vampires (vampires) flutter heavily into the word. And then my head was lifted, and my eyes pierced me.

It doesn't belong to a dying man, it's an eye of resentment and remorse, an eye of fear. I was not cautious or dusty, but the demons with these eyes are often troublesome.

I turn my gaze to Fujido, who is watching the game with a slightly drawn look of oblivion. Why didn't you just run away? No, well, fine. Let's give up Remis and Aria. If only Fujido could help somehow...

I moaned low, as if Zarpan were a dead man crawling out of the bottom of hell.

"Ahhh... ahhh... mah, kake..."

Doubt your ears. This guy, he just said, 'We're losing'?

Arrogant, proud demons admit defeat? Impossible.

Increase vigilance even further. Throw your gaze around you and float your behavioral patterns into your brain when you have to.

Zarpan goes on like a bump and a grunt.

"Conversion... things... oh, haha, this time... it's my loss. Oh, let's admit it. Hahahahahaha... not me now... no enemies. I'm no match for you...... 'Brave' heh!!

Run away?

That word, right up to my throat, I noticed it.

Zarpan is one step closer here. A sign of incomprehensibility that you can't even take the will to kill. It's not a getaway. What are you gonna do?

Step closer to this one. I'm getting closer to you even though I'm about to fall down. Again, I stepped forward. My distance is two meters. The opponent is full of creativity, but not enough to kill with a single blow. But if you take the mount again and hit him a few dozen times, you'll be able to kill him.

My eyes are glowing. Deep, faint, shitty.

Tough. God's enemies that everyone feels if they are human, even if they are not Priests.

And Zarpan grinned weakly there.

"Brave... next... unbeatable. Kill. Bet on this blood."

"You think there 'll be a next?

"There is..."

What... what about this confidence?

Ignore chills. At that moment when I laughed with my nose and gripped the mace back hard - the signs in front of me swelled up.

No. It's not a sign. It swelled up - 'something' in my body. That root of evil power.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha!

"Huh."

Experience so far, Kang rings an alarm high in his brain.

The next moment, my body moved naturally. Behavior was almost a reflex. Swing the mace up hard at the same time as you step in.

Shoot up Zarpan's body laughing like crazy with all his might. I prayed to God at the same time as flying high.

- At that moment, the earth trembled with air and the sky stained with darkness.

My brain is shaken by an awesome roar as if the world had been destroyed, and my body stomps too close to being taken by the shock.

The mask comes off in a stormy breeze, breaks in half, and slaps away the trunk of a flying tree with a mace. I understood at the same time.

That son of a bitch - he blew himself up!

I regretted it, but it's too late. Eat and tolerate teeth.

A few dozen seconds, a few minutes, the impact stopped. Check the situation.

There was nothing there.

Of course the remains of Flame Lion, the trees that were supposed to have been knocked down to put out the fire were blown up, the ground was all gone as if they had been dug back, the trees that had grown tall and stretched out were loosely gone at the top as if they had been shredded, and the figure of Zarpan...... No sign or anything. That's right. The origin of the explosion was his own. No matter how you have the protection of the Dark God, you can't stand as long as you get that much explosion from the inside.

The half-circular wall of light, stretched wide in the air, blinked faintly and disappeared. One of the top defensive magics. It is an advanced technique that has a short duration but prevents all attacks. Still, some of the impact was unprotected. If we hadn't deployed in time, I would have taken a lot of damage.

"Mr. Ares!? Mr. Ares!?

"Ah... oh, he's alive. It's okay."

Amelia... is she okay? I cough up once, and I manage to answer.

Suicide bombing magic...... I had heard that there was such a technique inside the dark art (Darkness), but it was the first time I had actually seen it. I don't normally intend to use magic, such as the magic that ensures the operator dies.

Zarpan's last words were serious. And the word wins next.

Get your breathing ready. There are no enemy reactions around. Grasp the palm gently. The body moves. No damage. Normal sensation, too.

Raise your arms and touch your face. The mask...... not. I don't even know where he flew away. I have no choice. I manage to calm my spirit and contact Amelia.

"The threat is gone. Amelia, can you come over here?

'... Yes. I get it.... What about Fujido and the others?

"... he's alive. Of course Fujido is safe with both Remis and Aria."

The life response is three. We're all safe.

I'm so glad. The defensive magic was really good in time. If I hadn't made it, if it had been the level of the Fujido guys, I wouldn't have left a dust.

Confirm it before Amelia arrives.

Fujido had fallen to lie down on the ground. Kneel on your side and check your pulse just in case. My heart hasn't stopped either. You passed out with sound and shock, you're unconscious. The trauma is bruises and abrasions. I guess what I've been wearing proper armor has led to less damage. Did you hit the flying tree or the stone or the head? I have a big bump on my head, but if I hang the healing magic, it's fine.

Aria had passed out bent over. Did the hand pierce you so badly that you could not be flown, or you hold a sword deeply stabbed to the ground, even without consciousness? I still have fine scratches, but as long as I'm alive, I can do anything.

Limis was under Aria. Stunned in such a way as to be pushed down. No, I guess Aria took refuge. No consciousness, but little trauma. It is a great thing that you have sheltered yourself, even though you are not used to it. It's a light outfit, and it's the most susceptible to death.

They're all safe. They're all safe, and the subject's disappeared. If you look only at the results, there is no problem, but it is a miracle, a miracle. I just think it's a miracle.

The silence that finally returns wraps itself around. I got more tired and sat up on the spot.

Physically I could still move, but mentally it was very hard.

But don't forget. This is… the first level up place (field). To make Fujido the strongest brave man, you have to go through at least three fields, even if you have reduced the field as much as possible.

Until Amelia rendezvous, I kept working on unanswered questions with a tired head about how to lead Fujido.