Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

The golden eyes were glowing demonically.

In Ultz and Felsa, he has a different physique. You would even look like a child and an adult if you could see from the side a half giant Ultz close to three meters and a body size Felsa almost the same as a human being.

You're supposed to be feeling the right intimidation, but you're not shaded by the murderous intentions that dwell in those eyes that look up at Ultz.

That's exactly what a warrior is. Eyes of a beast trying to eat and kill this one. Quiet as ice, but burning like a blaze.

And - the hook nail flashed. The grain of blood that was wetting my nails dances through the universe.

Ultz steps back and waves his fist down to the blow of a small, murderous hand check. A slash-like blow and a gauntlet protecting the clench bumped into each other and sparks scattered.

Light. Ultz quickly undoes the thought that came to mind for a moment in the shock.

It's not light. The abilities of beasts vary from race to race. The man in front of me was clearly the type who excelled agile - the opposite of Ultz weighing in on endurance and the weight of a blow.

The tiger's eyes seemed to think the same thing from close quarters. What I didn't try to decide with one blow is that the first thing I tried was that the opponent was also wary of this one. I mean, this one's an enemy to them, too. Not prey - enemies. There would be no alarm there, as Ultz imagined.

It would have been convenient if you had insulted me because I could have a gap, but that fact makes Ultz expensive.

And Ultz growled.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Not just sound. Felsa's brow with an excellent auditory organ is flashed for a moment by the roar of the giant ghost (Gigers Howl), a temper that atrophies those who are not prepared.

I stepped into that gap.

The giant's greatest weapon is its power. Therefore, the Titans specialize in methods of warfare using heavy battle axes, hammers, and swords to fully exploit their power.

Attacks that do not attract others simply by swinging can only be a threat to the smaller.

I'm unarmed now - except for both arms and legs like that whole thing.

But that's enough. Strong steps shake the ground. Avoid a vertically swinging fist, with Felsa one step to the right.

I was cut off. Much quicker than Ultz, where every move has been enhanced.

Fist cuts the sky. A kick that blows up even an advanced golem if you hit it, but your toes are too tight to reach that jaw.

Ultz's hands and feet are long. A sharp, long hook claw grows on Felsa's hands and feet, but even with that in it, Ultz is still longer.

nor does it strike an attack that continues incessantly. The opponent does not stand one footstep, he calmly looks at his hands and feet without blinking one and dodges the attack.

Combat craftsman. Born, talented, experienced, and willing.

Born Warrior (Natural Bourne Soldier) with everything.

The earth shakes, but its posture does not break even with fine dust.

Ultz gave up hitting early, even as he repeated the attack.

This guy - he can't hit it. A blow would do a lot of damage, but not unless the Goddess of Fortune smiles. They don't even flush them out. They're doing everything they can, and there's still room.

Dull and heavy, they may think. From the sight of Felsa, Ultz thinks so.

But that's a mistake. It's not dull, the way the giants fight is originally like that. Ultz was once again prepared to be attacked.

Speed and feel are over there. This one wins is the resilience and resilience that is rising in Ares' Sustained Recovery Divine Method (Regeneration), and endurance (Toughness) due to the blood of the Giants.

If you can capture it, whether it's your body or your hands or feet, you have a winning eye. Conversely, if you can't capture it, it's hard to win.

Hot as your body burns up. An aid (buff) that glitters around the body is sending energy as if it were inexhaustible.

Felsa jumps big once and retreats. Peel out your fangs and stare at Ultz.

A rugged expression, a red tongue glistening like blood on his thin, empty mouth.

Felsa says.

"Almost got it. You're strong."

I'm not mad at words like throwing up and throwing up. The tone is as if you are only stating the facts.

I can see Amelia squeezing her hand all the way behind Felsa and glancing at this one. Ares is right. He seems to be watching in silence.

If you try to give me something, they'll detect the signs and kill you instantly, but if you just watch without killing me, I won't give you a hand. Felsa's consciousness is completely focused on Ultz's.

Legs covered with muscle free from waste, that toe tapping the ground as if evening the ground.

Eyes pierced Ultz's forehead, and simple, but powerful words were unleashed.

"But I'm much stronger!

Felsa's body brilliantly disappears from Ultz's sight for a moment like a pneumonia.

A gauntlet that shook down bounced off the claw shot (and so forth) released by the horizontal giraffe. A sharp metal sound echoes on the arm with impact.

Both arms covered in the armor are also giant shields. Felsa's blow was at an unnoticed rate, but its physical structure is no different from that of a person. I managed to predict the movement.

"- Huh!!

Eat your teeth hard and prevent every blow. From top to bottom, from side to side, the claw blow released is so sharp that you don't think you're using a weapon.

The armor didn't go through the blade, but the impact arrives dull in the arm. The blow carried out from the tough and ragged muscles of the beast man is never light.

After one footstep, he pursued sharpness only. That's like a blade of wind. The golden beast had a golden wind. There are few gaps in a dancing streak. Attempting an attack would instantly poke at the resulting gap.

But no attack should last indefinitely. Only a continuous gap in metal noise, Felsa's breath, can be heard.

Painful. The intent to kill in one blow crushes the spirit, and Ultz breathes roughly again.

In battle, in fatigue, only consciousness grinds like a blade. Only the sound of continuous shock and the shock transmitted, the swirling golden colour visible from above your breathing and erected arms, becomes everything in the world.

The fuselage stops. At the next moment, hundreds of kilometers of Ultz were slightly floated by a certain giant.

Delayed and paralyzed by the arm, the shock rushes.

I got kicked, the blade glow was imminent when I recognized it. He punched the stiffened right arm into a poke released by trying to pierce the gap between his arm and arm, his armor and his armor.

The penetration deflects the orbit, but only its cutting-edge plunders Ultz's jaw tip. The sharp pain ran and Ultz took a step back to regain his posture.

"Huh!"

Felsa steps in. Ultz's vision captured the hook claws that grew on both legs.

Not just arms. The leg power of the beast man (Wor Animal), who is also a beast, is much higher than the force of his arms.

The guard that was completely secured was smashed. Jaw pain is healed by sustained recovery.

Felsa slightly opens her eyes. But there is no agitation in the movement. I'll kill you shortly after you recover, I guess that's a manifestation of confidence and will.

It was a bad place. Open vision without obstacles gives almost zero room for irregularities to occur. What happens is pure local power battles.

And when it comes to local power battles, it's you who's at a disadvantage.

Do you want to wait for the endurance gap?

The moment those words come to mind, Felsa's figure disappears. Something zombie ran behind Ultz's brain, spun his body loosely and waved his arms down behind his back.

A blow spinning around behind his back accidentally bounces around his arm. I could see Felsa smashing her tongue small.

Ultz is sturdy, but his whole body isn't stiff, and he doesn't have any weaknesses. The only thing I could prevent was the experience I've been accumulating.

The blow around is the ultimate method of warfare taken by Ultz's enemies, who boast a robust defense.

The reward begins again. but there was a change in Ultz's mind.

Not good as this.

I couldn't see. It was like the wind. From the sight of it, it would seem almost the same, but only Ultz, who is facing each other, was guessing. One blow at a time, just a little bit at a time - but it's getting faster.

Slow starter, not to say, but not yet top speed. Is that why you've gotten used to it?

The moment I got around, I didn't see him at all. Exactly the power of the Beast Man Dead with excellent flesh. It's not technology or anything, it's purely fast.

Worst opponent. And, but Ultz smiles thinly.

I didn't know why Ares left Ultz in charge of the fight, but now I do. This opponent is the worst compatible for Ares Crown, a vulnerable people and monk, even at a high level.

If you're dealing with someone in this open place, you can win for five minutes or something. So Ares didn't choose that choice. That's why I left it to myself.

Things were bad, but a hot blood tide was creeping up in the woltz. That will be a new force.

On his arm, his legs accumulated fatigue and his breath was painful, but his consciousness was clear. A swinging leg crushes the ground and the debris bounces and flies. Felsa jumps just a few steps back to avoid it.

Ultz roared at that moment with the intention of burning down all his soul.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Win. It's not as deeply indebted as risking your life on Ares.

But I win more than I'm entrusted to. Even if you squeeze your full strength and try to decay this body. That is the pride of a warrior.

The world trembles at the roar. The sky, the ground, the air. Felsa moves her cheeks pickly with a vicious grin.

And Ultz launched the attack.

A full-fledged blow that doesn't think of a second blow.

Crush the rock bed in one step. Put all that huge weight into your right hand fist with gravity, shake your right arm up, and shake it down.

That's just how it works, I can play the sound of something exploding. Even if it didn't hit him, a blow that would crush him into a mess just scratching him. And...

- Felsa took Felsa's right arm wrapped in shaken metal without avoiding it.

It doesn't crush the meat, it doesn't crush the ground, it feels like something stings from under your fist.

For a moment, Ultz's head is engulfed in confusion.

Why the hell is this happening?

It was taken.

My fist, Felsa's hand was taking it. The sound of the hook claws blurring on the back of my hand is vain and in my ears.

I guess I just couldn't do it with one hand, Felsa's stacked hands flat under Ultz's right fist.

Felsa's feet are shattered by the shock she receives, and her hair is disturbed, but there are no visible wounds on her body.

Confusion converges and we can put all our strength into the fists that have been taken. But my fists don't move.

The force was completely antagonistic. No, the force antagonizes, not the difference in pure physical strength? Ultz didn't have the judgment material, but at least, that arm doesn't even move tightly.

I say to Ultz, who can turn his face bright red and put his strength into it, with a voice like Felsa pushed him to death.

"You, you don't think you have more power than me, do you?

Ultz's, and Felsa's arm bones smudge.

From the sound of his voice and his arms, Ultz felt that his opponent was forced to do it. Not exactly as the word goes. They can never afford it either.

But they took it. I made the choice to take it. I should have been able to take the choice to avoid it. Is that because of your pride as a warrior of the Beast Man?

Extremely powerful beast man. If you have this much ability, you will have little experience of defeat, etc. That pride chose a head-on battle?

Ultz felt threatened by his spirituality by the fact that he was neither a force nor a move.

It's easy to cut it off with barbarity, but it's just the spirit of a hero. If you show up on the battlefield, you'll pile up a troublesome amount of corpses to count.

Hold your breath and squeeze your full strength. Felsa eats up her teeth and combats them.

It was antagonistic at first. However, momentum has already been lost from Ultz's blow.

Little by little. With gravity, little by little, my arms are pushed up. You should be able to avoid it if you take a few steps back, but Felsa has no sign of taking that option.

Felsa talks to me in a rough voice.

At some point I couldn't see the anger from that voice. All there is to it is the will against the mighty enemy.

"Twist it. Twist it one-on-one, straight from the front."

I felt the wars burn again in the words. One blow. Why stop fighting when only one blow has been stopped?

Fighting strong enemies is where Ultz wants it. Even a soulful blow was taken, but the chances of winning are thin, but such things, they don't deserve to be considered.

More power is added to the fist, which should have already squeezed its power. You must have felt that, the golden beast nodding its tongue.

I can fight. I can still fight. My mouth is full of tease and my body is fatigued and very heavy, I haven't remembered for a long time, but my body moves. Yes, sir.

- Until this body decays.

And then, the sound of something bumping into him stimulated Ultz's hearing.

Felsa's eyes open as she looked up at this one from nearby.

What's that noise...?

The moment I frowned, my powers disappeared from under my right arm. Ultz's right arm, which has lost support, crushes the rock bed.

In the winding sand and dust, I could see a lowered Felsa behind me creating a stunned look. A blinding eye slowly looks down at his body.

"... what?

The missing voice between them is released from the mouth that should have been its fierce.

There was a black object sticking out in the middle of the smooth fur.

Ankle, shoulder and arm joints. I find one knife falling on the ground and finally realize what it is.

Pattern. Knife pattern. It slips through cheeks even though it hasn't touched anything, and flies through the sky even though there's no wind with the knife that was falling to the ground. Slight black blood runs from the wound, polluting the gold fur.

Ultz's eyes followed the flying tip of the knife.

A few meters before Amelia.

A gaze at Felsa with a troublesome look. That shadow, which killed the signs and stood at some point unnoticed by anyone, looks more like a reaper than a beast or something.

Turn the knife back at hand twirling and say words Ares is not even happy to see Ultz.

"Well done, Ultz. It was a lot better than I expected. Yeah, I'll do it later... you can rest."

Felsa holds her ankle and stares at Ares all the time. The rough breath had mixed bitterness. but I guess that's not why I can't say anything.

Ares lifts the mace and shrugs her shoulders as she moves casually to a point about ten meters away from Felsa.

Amelia must have been unexpected in this state, too, pointing a gaze at Ares that is not too different from Ultz's.

"And Gregorian moves...... well. I wouldn't have stabbed him if I hadn't thrown him directly, but it's great to be able to retrieve the knife, because this is valuable."

In the midst of everyone's confusion, only Ares continues as if he were going to do it in a daily conversation.

And Ares said in a calorie-free voice. Remove the lacquered black mask from the nostalgia and attach it to the face.

"Oh, nice to meet you, Felsa. My name is Ares Crown. The real deal - your enemy... is the Holy Brave you're looking for."

I can't read that emotion from a black mask that only opens my eyes and mouth.