Disciple of Immortal

Rovis wipes a sweat dripping down his cheek with his thumb as he looks up at the hole in the ceiling.

"Well... it's a big woman to make me feel this critical."

Rovis was feeling ominous about the girl in the black coat, Renaele, but first he was relieved that she wasn't a canata.

Rovis looks to Damia and Yozakla, who should have stood beside him.

They were barometric in the presence of the girl, sitting on the floor, shaking their shoulders.

Rovis' body was shaking too.

But unlike the Damias, it was a samurai tremor.

The current girl was haunted by an outside aura.

The magic that destroyed the ceiling was also as if I could not grasp who I was.

I just know that scale and power are not the norm.

He was clearly a superior opponent.

There was style, even as it calmed down before Rovis.

It was unknown whether all of itself, bumping its full strength, still had room for enemies.

Pomera may be canata entangled, Rovis thought so and was going to leave here fast.

But the present prey was too spared to miss.

Rovis had that intuition that she was the goddess who gave me the death fight I wanted.

Renaele descended from the top and fluttered down to the floor.

Rovis had an evil grin that seeped out of madness.

"Lo, Master Rovis......?

For the first time I've ever seen the look on Rovis's face, Yozakura raises a voice of confusion.

Rovis was silent and quickly threw his own sickle.

The Great Sickle spins at high speed, turning into a circle and flying to Renaele.

Originally, Rovis, who seeks pleasure in the battle itself, does not imitate anything but a light attack for the purpose of trying the opponent, releasing a full blow from the beginning.

It was common to show your will to fight first and then attack when your opponent was ready.

Because if the opponent is strong enough to fight himself, if he ends up unintentionally, there is no such thing as inaction.

But this time it was different.

Use everything you can and can use, no matter what vile means you have.

Rovis originally thought that was the fight.

Being square and giving your opponent time to prepare was a compromise for not having an opponent who could properly take all the power of Rovis with a high level and a privileged battle plan, something like Hande.

But there was such certainty in Rovis that the present existence could be taken to its full potential.

Renaele dodges the big sickle flying at high speeds by lightly knocking his body down to the side.

"Short-range transfer (Shortgate)"!

On the wall behind Renaele, Rovis appears.

Rovis grabbed the big sickle he threw as he waved his arm, didn't kill the momentum, and targeted Renaele's back with that fierce blade.

Without even looking, Renaele lowers his head and avoids the blade.

Rovis disappeared again.

He metastasized beside Renaele and waved the Great Sickle.

But it can also be avoided on a single piece of paper.

Renaele deals with Rovis' sickle, which is released from all directions, without moving one eyebrow.

"Interesting, then how about this!

Renaele packs the distance to stick to Rovis, who tried to jump behind him and take an intermission once.

With his extended index finger, he poked Rovis' forehead.

"What..."

Rovis' body flies lightly, hitting his shoulders and hips hard on the floor.

He stopped slamming me against the wall and groaned.

"Ugh, ugly, now what...?

Lunaere raises his hand.

It was covering her, a thick black coat, the "Dirty Sealed Robe" disappears.

Covered in white clothes, her beauty becomes dew.

At the same time, the filth of the underworld, which had been suppressed, stood in.

Rovis, who was about to get up, stopped his leg.

Precisely, they made me stop my leg. My knees tremble when I'm reluctant, and I don't move properly.

I sat on the floor to collapse.

That's what Rovis thought because of The Dirty Sealed Robe, that maybe the current girl might be the opponent of her own enemies.

Made me understand late. This girl has a different personality as an organism.

Rovis sweated sloppily and violently from his entire body, as if the fluid in his body was being squeezed.

I can't move one finger.

It was a feeling as if the body was being held back by fears with weight.

Rovis' teeth tremble and tears seep out of the back of his eyes.

With a hard moving mouth, Rovis zeroed a full cry.

"Wrong......"

That's all I could say.

Rovis was just craving a death fight, and he never wanted to commit a flashy suicide jumping into the lava with his body tied up.

This act, however, was somewhat of the latter.

Now I finally realize that.

It wasn't the first time that Rovis had met someone he didn't rival, no matter how he scratched himself.

There's nothing I can do about it with a monster opponent like the one at the top of People's Demon Dragon.

Besides, there is an absolute force in this country that must not be resisted, although it does not appear on the table.

We were able to switch quickly to our Kanata counterparts because we had a past where we saw such things.

However, the girl floating at present was clearly heterogeneous compared to any of them.

Rovis had never known that there was such a thing in the world.

I have no idea why such a monster appeared abruptly in a crisis in one city.

No, it's warm with the word monster.

The current girl was such an overwhelming being, as if one of the laws governing the world had been embodied.

Normally, he is an opponent, such as a "human demon dragon" character who crosses level 300, whether or not to meet him once in his life.

That's more or less a grasp of where you are because you're being jeopardized by the world, too.

Rovis resented his bottomless unluck as to why such a monster, obviously beyond level 2000, too raw to describe as a natural disaster, was walking out of the world fluttering without any context, and he had to continue to encounter it himself.