- Fuhuahua!
The murderer, who was twisting and screaming, finally cast a cyanosis.
"Geheaaaaaah...!"
His bloody appearance was so horrible in this world that it would never happen again. He has no limbs and spills iron blood from all the holes in his face. I was so shocked by that inhuman sight.
"Hey, this isn't real!!! It's so terrible!!!!"
The whole body trembled as the fear burst. What a cruel sight! This can't happen!
- Booooooooooooo.
In the meantime, the seemingly distant knife, floating in the air, emits a dark energy and mutters.
"Pay the price, man."
"Kahhhhhh!!"
"Hush! Oh, my God!"
- Boo-hoo.
At that moment, the body of the murderer suddenly rises up like a knife.
"Poltergeist phenomenon!!!!!"
Poltergeist in the Legend!
As unrealistic things continued to happen that would not even be a joke to the kids, an intense panic stabbed me in the brain. As the vision begins to fall apart, the manna in the body fluctuates like a rush.
"Don't, Maguire! Nigga, sister! That's a machete!"
"Mage Gum!"
Winia's cry brought my spirit back to reality.
- Fangrr!
The sword in the air spins and suddenly flies dizzily like a drunken honeybee and shoots like an arrow.
- Weeping fluid!!
The sword tore through the atmosphere at a fierce rate, stabbing the murderer in the heart.
- Phew!
"Kehek...! Oh, no...! No! Please stop...!"
With it, the killer stitches it up like a skewer.
"Khhhh, everything is as promised."
"Gee, Gee Yit!!!"
It would be nothing more than a precious spectacle of a sword flying by itself piercing the heart of a man who had fallen asleep, but the situation did not end there.
As if there was a deeper fallout at the end of the fallout, another shock bursts out. The disaster that once happened could never be stopped.
- Bummer.
"Giyoo Clothes!!!!!"
"Oh, my God!"
Every time the Mage pierces the heart, the killer's body begins to shrink!
No way!
Is Carl sucking up the life force of a murderer right now!
"Oh, ooh!!! Ohhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"
Every time the killer's body shrugs, the sword explodes into a cheerful intercourse. And the body of the murderer, which had sucked up the energy, dried up like a mummy, and began to bash from its toes and fingertips, and became powder, and vanished forever.
- Sarah.
"Khh, khhh... finally! Finally!!!"
The Mage Sword did not care about the situation, but only sucked his HP constantly. I thought it was a trick to powder the killer.
"You son of a bitch! I can't believe I'm using magic!"
I've seen your precious sights!
It's probably a chance for him to still suck. Honestly, that knife is coveted, but there's no other way to do it right now. I don't know what kind of abilities you have, but I'll give you the amputation right away!
"Chief Swordsman!!!"
- Pats!
Immediately, the sword that rose above the smouldering blade covers the mind. I stuffed the ground as it was. - Quaang! The true myth of the True Heavenly Limbo made my body rise up like a rocket.
- Wedging fluid!
Hold the knife tightly and aim for the sword as it flies high and oblique.
By that time, the murderer was the only one left. I sucked up all my energy and died.
What kind of contract did you have with the Magog, and that's why you were killing him? The question is enough. You can leave the rest to someone else after you've solved the case.
- So the Flying Practice.
My skilled swordsmanship was in the air, but I do not distinguish between the air and the ground. Swing the knife while you are close to the sword!
"Oh, my God!"
- Argh!
A machete consisting of manas can cut the steel and cut the unclean.
Holly Enchantment feels a little different, but if you only have a sword, you can easily make dizzy monster cubs. Even though it's incomplete nurturing, Andromalius has a cut on my knife.
A machete with such power is coupled with my skill to produce the result of 'cutting the sword'.
- Thistle!
My sword has been cut clean and passed by the sword.
"Motherfucker! Your ambition ends here too!"
At the same time as the cut knife piece fell, I landed.
Oh, fuck! I just jumped!
I jumped a few meters in height and distance once!
- Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
- Puebuck!
- Purebuck!
The simultaneous fire bolt of Winia exploded in collision with a still floating sword in the air. Before the fire splattered, I pulled myself out with a piece of the sword that fell apart.
"Don't, Mage Gum! Magog!!! I can't believe it!!!!!!"
The man hiding behind the tree was screaming with his eyes almost closed.
In the general public's view, the word machete is indeed shocking content. Even I was shocked, and he can't be a normal peasant.
"Calm down! The Black Sword is dead!"
"Mage Gum!!!!!!!!!"
"Calm down!"
I punched him in the shoulder to make him sober, and then I communed with him to hide. The man shook his head and wept under the tree.
"Claudie! Winia! It's a fucking machete!"
"Throw that away, quick!"
Winia was frightened when she saw the piece of the Swordsman's knife I was carrying. This was a loot to be submitted to the Church and the outcome of this investigation mission.
"Throw it away?"
"Why did you bring it, Evie! Blackie, get rid of it!"
"Are you in danger?"
Immediately threw a piece of the knife to the ground like a snare. But it was that moment. If a blade piece collides with the ground, it will suddenly emit smoke!
That squid!
- Argh!
Fortunately, before the smoke spread, Claudie shook his sword, causing the smoke to disappear without a trace. I thought something was going on.
After all, even if it was a machete, it was a dick in front of a sword.
"Mage Sword... interesting. Can we take it?"
"It's already fragmented."
"Still, I've never seen a sword of this kind. Does Miss Risha know?"
Risha doesn't know much surprisingly.
- Tuck.
Anyway, the sword that burned in the air lost its power and crashed. I don't know what it is, but we made a deal with the murderer, so there will be no stars as maggots.
I need to collect it first...
"Nigga, sister. Don't touch that for a second. The Mage Gum usually infiltrates the mind at the moment of capture or... I've heard stories like that."
"Yes? Even though I've already smashed it?"
"You don't know that."
"Got it."
Then let's just take a look.
We immediately approached the place where the Magog fell.
- Quack, quack.
There was a pretty unusual view.
A machete whose body was cut off from the waist. In that cut, a liquid that was as thick as oil was emanating. It's almost a puddle. It looked like the same liquid as the demon's blood.
Does this sword belong to the Devil's species?
"Winia? Is it all like these demons?"
"Well... I don't know that either. I think there are different kinds. This has to be a book search."
"Even so."
Karl is a kind of discriminator, but I don't think he's a Mage Gum.
"It's normal to have one. Is the demon possessed by a knife? Or a demon turned into a knife?"
Claudie looked at the marshmallow with a very interesting eye.
"If you're bleeding, you might just be a knife-looking demon."
The sword itself just looks cruel. What looks crude is that it's a practical design. That's why it's normal, except that the color is a dull color.
Winia was wary of the surroundings a few steps away. I've been thinking about what to do with Claudie and this knife.
"Hm... I have to take care of it first. It's kind of vague."
As Winia said, the moment she grabs the handle, she may become as mad as the murderer before.
How do I transport this?
It is ambiguous because there is no holy water.
"Cat, what about that piece of knife?"
"Oh, I just threw it."
You're invisible.
We should also learn more about the Mage Sword when we get back. You can ask Risha or Karin or search the library.
Anyway, I took a deep look at the way the knife was releasing the frozen body fluids. Claudie goes to see if she's tired from the middle.
"Son of a bitch."
If this thing goes away like this, it's fucking hard. If even the body of a serial killer is completely lost in the yard, the way to prove mission accomplishment itself will disappear.
If you call me a witness, I'm just a guy out there shaking.
Such evidence cannot compensate, nor can the village be trusted.
I have to take care of this one way or another.
"Hmm?"
It was that moment.
I heard the illusion that the shape of something was gleaming from the surface of the pond.
No, isn't that a mistake? Looking at the boundaries, it was no different from the surface... it was a strange background.
What is it?
The moment I thought I'd take it with a knife.
- Aggravation!
"Eh, eh?! Sibaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
The instant vision was dim.
* * *
"... this place?"
I felt like my vision was blinking for a moment. The darkness swirls for a moment, and the surroundings brighten again. But this was not sunlight. It's a strange light somewhere.
I was standing alone in some space.
"Reality space... no."
It's an unreal space.
I looked around with a sharp feeling. Unusual space. The floor is turned off, but an orange light is shining over the head.
As soon as you enter a remote alley in the middle of the night, the old streetlight turns on.
"...?"
- Carl.
- Sword.
There were countless quantities of swords on the floor around me. It was all the same color as one. Is it someone's collection when you see this piece of shit decorated?
So I looked at the sword and looked at it, and there was something like a couch in front of me.
"..."
What else is this?
From what I can see, it appears that the Mage Gum has inflicted a mental attack on me. This strangely unrealistic sense proved it. It was like Hildegard used a dream link to mix her dreams in my dreams.
- Bugs and bumps.
Once I approached the couch.
- Patterns.
As I was walking, a floating orange light flashed over my head. Repetition of darkness and light. When the lights went out again, this side happened.
"Hooch, hooch. Hahahahahaha."
On the couch there was a distant being sitting.
And the horn on his head and the tail of the devil behind him proved to be the devil. He sits arrogantly on the couch and laughs strangely.
"Good to see you, human. As soon as you tried to regain your strength, you glamorously interrupted me."
"What about you?"
"I am the Devil of the Sword, Bugal."
"Bugal? Did you call me here?"
"That's right. It's quick to notice."
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
"Hahaha. Hahaha, hahahahaha."
The one who clapped violently laughed strangely again. As his agate grows, innumerable teeth and long tongues are revealed. It was indeed a demonic look.
"Why are you laughing so well? You little... laughing preacher?"
"Hahaha... I don't know what you're talking about."
Anyway, this motherfucker's a machete.
"Looks like you're good with knives. Aren't you interested in higher ground? I can give you the power that every human being wants."
"..."
He teases his tongue in a confident tone and has been tempted.
"My power is to bring up the prosecutor's talent. The better your skills, the greater your power. Didn't you feel the wall during your training? Does anyone want to catch up? Have you ever been jealous of someone else's talent? If you offer only a reasonable offering, you can get the power you want without any side effects. From what I can see, you're a very reasonable person."
How come these bastards don't know that repertoire is always the same?
I want to know where the puppies in heaven and earth will be that good for these temptations, but those puppies are more than I thought.
- You can gain great power if you only offer sacrifices.
Killing exercises that cut bones and tear muscles, and saving lives, make it easier to gain the kind of power that goes beyond that.
It must be an irresistible temptation.
"I won't say long. If you don't want to die, contract with me-"
"--Be quiet!"
I blew Asura's bloody honeymoon night in the devil's head.
- Quajic!
"Gehek!"
His skull collapses and his two eyes pop out.