I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

Instruct Ursi to distance himself from the Great Warcraft. Immediately after that, a tremendous amount of magic was released from the body of the Great Warcraft.

"" "" Wow, I got it. Oh!

Every mouth makes a wild scream and whispers its huge body as if it is suffering.

"Cainy!"

"Khuuu!

Exposed to a tremendous wave of magic unleashed by the Great Warcraft from all over his body, he opened the magic barrier completely as Ursi screamed.

Using all my power, me and Fran can't do anything. I had to rely on Ursi.

"Ursi, if you have cancer..."

"Come on!"

"Garlulu ooooooo!"

Ursi further thickens the barrier and steps on the spot.

"Gruuuuu......"

In the meantime, tens of thousands of tentacles are also created from the entire body of the Great Warcraft, wielded by muggles with their tentacles twisted together.

Sometimes the barrier was broken down by the tentacles, but Ursi stuck his teeth together and endured.

It seems more like you're forgetting me and scratching my feet with pain than you are running wild.

"" "" "Ahhhhhh!

"Earlier, now"

'... because Lane separated?

I found that the volume of the great warcraft that burst was increasing all at once. Our wounds are still there, but they look relatively small because of the bulging body of the Great Warcraft.

I don't see Lane, but if she's separated, I also nod that the power of the Great Warcraft has increased all at once.

Because she was sealing and weakening the power of the Great Warcraft.

"" "Uh-oh!

"Hey, what?

The waves of magic subsided, and now the expansion of the Great Warcraft's body began accelerating. But there's something wrong with that.

I heard the sound of a thousand cuts of flesh, a butibuti mite, and with it I saw the flesh of the great warcraft torn everywhere. A large amount of red and black liquid overflowing from that laceration is scattered around. Is that blood?

Obviously it was damaged. Soon, however, the lacerations were regenerating and new lacerations were being created. In the meantime, the flesh of the Great Warcraft continues to become enlarged.

Apparently, you're trying to force yourself out of the seal? Until now, he pushed and spread the weakened seal one by one, aiming for an escape without being forced.

But things change rapidly. The emergence of a presence that inflicts pain on itself and the disappearance of the weakening caused by the lane. As a result, didn't the Great Warcraft prioritize escape from the seal? Even with self-inflicted damage, if you consider it a priority to regain strength, you can also be convinced of this appearance.

'What do you think?

Yes, I agree.

"Isn't that bad?

Even for one arm, it wasn't up to that standard. Even if we and Sierra put all our spirits on it, we couldn't defeat it.

What if it's completely revived, not to say somewhat debilitating?

This seemed like it would be necessary to have a stop stabbed at the depths and whiskeys of Wiener Lane early. No, you must have already started getting ready.

"Weena Lane wouldn't be weird to attack every one of us!

"On!"

Fran doesn't know what he thinks of Weena Lane, but my ratings on that woman have been modified pretty downwards.

Conversely, my fondness for Lane, which was somewhat distrustful, is rising in mess though.

I think I'm choroy myself.

But there was a shadow blocking the path of the Ursi who tried to escape. Obviously, I see a will to interfere with this one.

That shadow has spoken out in an easygoing way that I don't think is under such circumstances.

"Hi, Fran. Can you lend me that sword for a second?

'I knew you weren't dead!

"... Zelaise"

There he was, a handsome young man on the nigger side. It was Zelaisse. He raises a polar-colored demon sword Zelaisse on his right hand and stares at this one.

"The man who spoke to me then. That's that sword incarnation or something, isn't it?

"About what?

"Hehe. If you don't want to tell me, okay? Try disassembling that sword and you'll see."

Fran releases his killer, but he doesn't do anything to get slashed. We're worn out right now, not very much, but we can't fight.

Besides, Zelaise wasn't alone.

Next to him, a magician in a black robe floats quietly.

It was creepy the other way around that I could only feel the faint magic.

From the inside of that pitch-black robe, the vain orbits of the jaws stare at this one.

The face of the temple is not a mask. It was an authentic undead. The quality of magic is clearly different from people's.

Besides, it's not a decent undead.

The two holes that opened in its shackles seemed as if they were packed with bottomless darkness. There is a strange horror that seems to overflow something ominous right out of that darkness and swallow this one.

Fran shook his spine with a burrito. You must have felt something, just like me.

The incomprehensibility of the specialty and the viciousness I felt just when I saw it. Absolutely strong.

What my strength didn't feel clear about was saying that I was undead but had enough arms and reason to cover up my own power.

"Kukaka -"

That creepy undead raises his crouched voice.

"Kukaka! I didn't mean to look like you guys in a place like this!