From Mightiest Hero to Demon King (WN)

A sloppy man approaching with his eyes tattered.

Latch didn't feel alive.

Dordo is one of the top samurai in the Patriarchate. There are no elements that can be won by a latch directly from the front.

Destroyed the weapon and slashed it with one knife.

"You can't win..."

There is no longer a choice but one hand in escape.

But the retraction in the backstep was too different in speed. Turn your back and that won't handle a ranged attack.

(If you would at least stop for a moment......)

He sneaks a magic fixture he keeps on his hip porch. If only we could use it, we could find a chance to escape the desperate plight.

His ugly plea,

"Whoa, whoa!

A clean obsession will come true.

Carla was slashed on the side of Gallius.

Gallius suddenly stopped and let the wind gather. Jump over the head of the attacking swordsman. I didn't take it with my sword because I couldn't tell which of the five (...) was the real Kara.

"Can you create more than one phantom? But wasn't it quick to screw around?

"Well, don't think that's all"

Carla narrowed her aim to Gallius alone, creating a phantom to the limit. That number approaches fifty.

It's a lot of confidence, Gallius thinks.

(But just a bunch of stories. Hmmm......)

Relative to many Karas while laying the holy sword.

"Latch, you turn around behind him. I'll tow it. Strike from the blind spot."

"Can I tell you the operation out loud?

"That's how much we can do. But mind your back. Can you snuff out my offense?

Multiple Karas spread around those who spoke out. Each of them was moving differently. It's as if you are willing and a living person in every single one of your phantoms.

"Latch, what's up? Turn around quickly."

Latch, who stood up and watched the exchange between the two, raised a laugh.

"Ha, ha! Awesome, Master Carla. No, really, you're amazing!

I have not given up my victory over this period.

It's barbaric courage because you believe in God and don't doubt him.

Latch was purely impressed. I praised it from the bottom of my heart. I was even in awe of my unshakeable faith. But...

"What?"

Shortly after Kara, close to fifty, gave a simultaneously surprising look.

"But too bad. I don't want to die."

I stuck my hand in my hip pouch or pulled it out quickly. Grab a ball the size that fits in the palm of your hand.

"Let me disperse you here."

Gallius and I threw balls at our just halfway point.

You can play balls when you hit them on the ground.

Black smoke spread. uniformly, hemispherically. Black smoke dyes the darkness of night so black.

It's not just a smokeball.

A special magic effect extends more than a hundred meters. The smoke itself was given the effect of not being blown away by the wind, something that even Sylphide Dagger could not have swept away.

Latch turns back his heel twirling. I purposely rang my footsteps and ran out. Kick the earth hard right away.

Turned off the ringtone at the end. After that, neither my own footsteps nor even the sound of cutting the wind.

It's a shielded wilderness. There is no place to hide yourself.

But darkness at night, though there is moonlight. It's hard to capture with sightings if you get some distance away.

In the left-hand direction there is a forest, and if you escape that far, your chances of survival increase greatly.

The latch flew heavily opposite the direction of the forest.

It was an obvious fake, but it was a decision that I should be given some time to think about. I still have two of the same magic fixtures left.

There was no sound, and Latch changed course towards the woods.

Well, how does Gallius get out?

Create a gust of wind and blow up the smokescreen? It takes time because it's not just smoke.

Fly the wind blade quickly to attack? It's easy to deal with because I don't know what to aim for.

Break through the smokescreen and come after me? Then your own victory is confirmed.

Magic smoke combines the effects of poison. It doesn't have the stronger effect, but if you smoke it slightly, the movement slows down. No matter how fast your opponents outpace you, your ability to track them will diminish.

Running, Latch turned only his face and glanced at the smokescreen.

Come on, set me up. I was going to change the way I dealt with it depending on what I did.

"Hmm?"

There was an anomaly on the smoke screen.

I'm not trying to blow it with the wind. The wind blade does not fly. Nor did Gallius himself appear.

(Smoke screen spread, stopped?

Black smoke swelled up to a radius of twenty meters. But it has not grown any further.

And the smokescreen, with the light...

Bally-barry!

"Piggy!? Whoa, whoa, whoa."

For a moment, I didn't understand what had happened.

Vision is filled with purple electricity runoff, and Latch's body is swallowed by it.

My whole body jumped unintentionally frightened. Consciousness flies for a moment. Although he managed to attract it, Latch fell on the spot.

(Thunder strike, so...?

- Thunderstorm (Thunderstorm).

It is one of the special effects that the Holy Sword has.

Gallius covered the smoke screen with a wind membrane in advance with Sylphide Dagger to prevent it from spreading. I don't risk the foolishness of entering. Because it may have some effect on causing a state abnormality.

Latch is definitely beyond the smokescreen.

With a wind blade, releasing a hundred can only be an attack by 'dots'. It could have been dealt with.

So a repressive attack by the 'face'.

He looked at the smokescreen in a thundercloud and unleashed a thunderbolt that filled the entire other side of it.

Gallius, who decided he had a direct hit because he heard a scream from the way in, fortified the membrane of the wind applied to the smokescreen with a silphide dagger. The wind spawned a vortex, and eventually the smoke was consumed by the tornado. Every magic appliance, the source of smoke, rose high in the sky.

"Well, I guess. Was he still alive? Ma, I can't move for a while. This is the second one. You're the only woman left."

Carla, who was flattered by Ratch's escape, bit her back teeth at the girdle.

"I'll ask just in case. If you surrender, I'll save your lives, along with your men. I don't think you deserve to be prisoners."

"Shut up, Shiro! Even if you stab me wrong, you will succeed and defeat God."

On a one-on-one basis, there is no winning chance. Still, it was the unscrupulous faith and...

(Did you eat the bait that kept spreading?)

Carla gazed at the side of Gallius (...) and gazed at the must-win period.

Gallius is not in conversation with Carla herself right now.

Kara was showing her voice in the phantom and letting her opponent.

The phantom is only a phantom. It's an immaterial illusion.

Naturally it was not offensive and Carla herself approached Gallius and had to be slashed with a sword.

But there's a way to make the phantom look like him.

Her favor, Gifts, not only reproduces her appearance, but also her voice and smell. There is no entity, but even footsteps and the sound of wind that cuts itself off.

Therefore, there is no way to see through. She was absolutely confident in her favor, Gifts.

(You're breathing on your shoulders. He unleashed the Great Art of the Holy Sword. Spiritual strength should be greatly shredded than no self-healing holy armor)

There won't be enough room for thunderbolts in all directions.

Now is nothing more than a chance to win. If you give it a healing period, it will also be lost.

"Ready!"

Kara herself shouted ready to die. The phantom, of course.

The phantom she created was forty-seven. Move out simultaneously and surround Gallius. The body was dispersed by them and moved diagonally back of Gallius.

At the end of the deployment, or in the event of a corrugated attack, it advances to Gallius in a formation.

"Whoa, whoa!

Let one of the phantoms roar, and the main body itself struck from the blind spot of Gallius.

"I have no idea which one is real."

To twinkle, I ran scared on my back.

(I don't consider the voiced phantom a body...?

Gallius held the holy sword on his shoulder, "but" when he held the dagger with his empty hand.

"Ten is enough."

The wind blade was released.

The voiced phantom, of course, passes through the phantom as ten blades strike. And -.

Kickin '!

The wind blade also struck Kara's body, forcing her to bounce off with her sword.

"Right there."

It was a moment.

Gallius kicks the ground without even a glance, fleshing to Carla's body at a tremendous speed,

Khin - Zusha.

Flash the holy sword.

I cut her sword in two and slashed and tore her body diagonally from shoulder to hip.

I vomit blood with the rash. The broken sword then fell zero out of his hand, and Kara broke her knee again. Squeezing his strength and falling endure, he looks up at Gallius with his hips dropped.

"Your thoughts are easy to read. There was a clear intention to make one person speak and direct their attention to you."

I vomited blood once in a while.

"If you think about which of them could kill me for sure, you've narrowed your body's expectations to ten."

There was not enough mental power to produce nearly fifty wind blades to manipulate each. But ten can handle it. In fact, it worked out.

"Kill..."

"Oh, I'm going to"

Speaking, Gallius took the holy sword on his shoulder and flinched himself.

(Are you saying it's not worth contaminating the Holy Sword any more...)

Kara was tasted humiliated to the end, chopped up by a number of wind blades that slipped through the phantom.

"You're the only one with breath."

Gallius stops at the side of the latch.

"Help me, give me... Anything, talk..."

"You can't. The information I get from you is well known. If we let him live badly and get away with it, intelligence agents in the diocese will be in danger."

Latch caught on to fear and rattled his teeth.

"Why don't you pray to God for the last time?

Something hung up on me.

"God... you think it's God? God, what a piece of shit to eat! He's an idiot! I was just using it to suck good juice!

Gallius distorted his mouth.

"Thank you. Your voice sounds good. It reached them as well as the spectator."

Far away, even in the dim, I could see the guards looking harsh.

One of the Holy Knights of the Patriarchate vomited a word of contempt for God. Disbelief would be considerable.

Latch was danced in Gallius' palm until the end, his throat slashed and torn by a flying wind blade -.