I'll definitely defeat this one.

Looking at Gilbert, I firmly swear.

With the loss of the magic bag, my anger had reached its peak.

However, apart from that, there was a bit of a sober part left.

I'm just lucky to be satisfied with my five bodies right now.

At that time, I knew that [Recovery] was a miracle.

She was injured by the [Counter-Shield] attack and was blinded, but her arms were barely connected.

The explosion completely eliminated the sensation of the arm, but I don't think it was missing.

He may have suffered a major burn or the shape of his hands and fingers might not have kept the original shape, but if the right arm holding the demon sword had really disappeared, the magic would not have been activated.

If that was the case, even if I crushed a spell, I couldn't heal my body.

The fact that it occurred to me cooled my head with a little sobriety.

The Counter-Shield was really dangerous.

If you attack with all your might, you might lose your arm this time.

If that happens, there is no guarantee that I will be happy again.

That's why I keep thinking in my head about how to defeat him while I'm angry.

"Hmph. Same thing. There are no enemies in front of my shield. No matter what you do, I'll try to prevent and counterattack all of those attacks. Isn't it possible to heal so many wounds?"

Maybe it's because I've regained a bit of coolness that it's been passed on to my opponent.

Gilbert was surprised that I was fully recovered, but he said that while looking at me.

But it certainly is.

The question is how to take him out.

I looked at Gilbert and looked around me.

There were all sorts of things scattered around and behind me.

It must have been in a magic bag.

I mean, I didn't know.

It's a magic bag that can hold a large amount of luggage that is different from what it looks like, but when it breaks, can the contents be smashed away?

Fortunately in misfortune, I guess.

Some magic bags can be replenished even if you lose food, but some are just as valuable as magic bags.

Magic weapons such as hard-tooth swords and ice spears were also available, as well as ice-absorbing stones and the core of an eye.

If any of them are lost, they are too big.

Let's just say it didn't explode with the bag or disappear into other spaces.

But I'll never forgive him.

"The battle is over, Gilbert. I will give you death. [M] Come out, Black Dead Butterfly."

I saw the weapons scattered around and thought about how to attack them.

What if I used a hard-tooth sword?

It was also one of the magic swords with magical power, but it had a reputation for its sturdiness.

I thought I could withstand [Counter-Shield].

But I can't confirm that either.

Maybe the hard tooth sword will blow up, which will tear my arm.

The danger is too big.

Therefore, it was decided to fight by another means.

We're not going to fight, we're going to kill them.

"Is that Guido's technique?" I could see from a distance that I had been using it earlier, but I didn't think I could really use it. But I know. It would be a technique that would stop the bleeding from the opponent's wound. But you can't let me reach you. It's no use. "

"Maybe so. If you're just prepared to hit the shield, you'll have a lot of advantage." However, there are many countermeasures. Norn, go. "

"What? Stupid. I told you it was for nothing."

Weapon attack.

It was too dangerous a choice.

Then you can attack by any other means.

It's an easy, straightforward answer.

I understand this very well.

I needed to be vigilant when I used my magic.

Some may be simple, like setting fire or water on fire, but in some situations, a single blow can render the opponent incapable of fighting.

The best trump card I've ever had.

That's what magic is all about.

In that case, rather than crushing it from the front, we'd better take it down so it doesn't trigger.

If Gilbert's opponent uses his shield to activate magic, he should stop fighting in close quarters.

Honestly, you don't have to be armed.

In short, all I chose was to kill my opponent by magic.

The [Black Death Butterfly] was a magic trick obtained from Guyd Purge, who was once enrolled in Peria.

I activated it, spawned a pitch-black butterfly around me, and drifted.

And use the Norn, which is the source of my power.

But it wasn't the Norn in my body.

It was the red cavalry around them.

A cavalryman made of the blood of a man who was with me now, along with the Barca Mercenaries, headed for Gilbert.

Meanwhile, Gilbert greeted her with a shield.

Just like the Blood Armor wrapped around my body earlier, the Red Cavalry Norn is a magical mass.

With the red and black magic stone as its core, it was made of only magic blood, so it could be said that it was almost magic.

Knowing that, Gilbert was confident that the shields would be effective enough.

but it's sweet.

It was merely an imitation of Norn as a cavalryman.

Blood is fluid.

And you can change the shape of the liquid as much as you want.

For example, it could be a human model, or it could be a cat.

Even more, it can be like a fog.

"Hey, what is this?" Wait, wait a minute... I can't believe this. "

Gilbert stopped to catch the incoming red cavalry head-on.

Then, at the moment when the cavalry assault hit the shield, the red cavalry became a fog.

A crimson mist covered Gilbert's surroundings.

Then, the Black Death Butterflies rushed in one after another.

Now, I wonder if Gilbert can handle the fog with his shield?

No matter how many strong shields we have, what kind of blood fog can we cope with?

Moreover, the fog is freely variable.

Gilbert's body was touched, and the small scales became spines on the surface of the skin.

Gilbert's flesh must have been inflicted with a small wound like a needle in his hand.

It's just a small scratch.

But the Black Death Butterfly forced the bleeding from there.

The wound can't stop the bleeding no matter what.

For a while, the dark red fog that could not peek inside remained where Gilbert was.

And there were intermittent screams inside.

When it hurts, you scream like a child and change your position in an attempt to escape.

However, the fog of blood also moved to follow its movements.

It wasn't just a mist.

It's not the Norn that gets rid of the prey it's aimed at.

A fog of blood that keeps moving and a voice that complains of the pain echoing from it.

But there was no one inside that fog of blood who could help.

No matter who looked at it, those who were tying up Peria's army in the midst of unnatural phenomena were being hurt, so I guess I couldn't help it.

Even if I go in, I just see the same thing.

Because I knew that, no one would move to help me.

So the mist of blood continued to move for a while, and the cry was heard therefrom, and it came to a halt.

The voice was lowered, the fog stopped moving, and after a little more time, the fog cleared up.

Once again, there was a red cavalry figure.

And there was Gilbert lying there with no remnant to look at.