Legend

"Ahhhh!

Ray kicking the ground shrinks his distance from Cord as he sets up his death size.

Despite declaring that there were many hands to do something about himself, Cord was in the end relieved for a moment that he was going to do the same.

But soon the dialogue that I mentioned earlier, "A blow that hasn't passed through Ray's magic," passes behind my brain.

(Regardless of the tentacles on my lower body in a blow that certainly didn't pass through magic, I couldn't destroy my crust. Then the next means should naturally be seen as a magical blow)

Turning to himself, Cold breathes heavily as he sees Ray rapidly approaching.

Ray, who saw the trick, has a bad feeling past his back of his brain and screams almost reflexively.

"Magic Shield!

Ability to generate a shield of light that prevents any attack only once, of the skills that Death Size possesses. The shield of light created by its ability takes a little time to form, but fortunately this time it managed to make it to that moment. And the next moment it is created, it disappears like a summer.

Yes, take the water brace spit out of Cold's mouth.

Water released at high pressure also slices and tears metal smoothly. That water brace unleashed by Cold wasn't that powerful, but it had enough power to easily hurt people. But the magic shield still prevents that blow.

"Huh!?

He is prevented from waterbracing, which can be described as a trump card held by both Cold and himself, and stops the movement for just a moment with surprise. And for Ray, having that moment was enough.

"Ha!

A sweeping blow from the bottom with magic in the Death Size. I understood that alone had the power to crush or just slash and tear my crust, but what Ray aimed for was the crust connection part. It was a so-called joint.

And when Cold realized that, the blade was already so close that there was nothing he could do about it, that at the next moment Ray's waving death-sized blade would fly into the air with three tentacles stretching from his right flank, and at the same time the tip would be nicely slashed from the elbow of his right arm.

"Gu!"

Exactly. Are you in pain when you say Warcraft Soldier, Cold groaning at the pain of being slashed off the right jaw? And Ray was not sweet enough for a moment to miss the consolidated gap in movement due to pain.

"Huh!

Cord's voice groaning again.

Ray slashed up the blade on his right side, and he cut off his left shoulder joint with the blade he returned.

1 round right arm elbow to tip and left arm. There are hardly any more means of attack left than the loss of Cold's biggest weapon. All three left and right tentacles, stretched from the flanks that have a strong defensive effect, were also severed, leaving little means left to attack the Cold already. … except for one water brace that was prevented earlier.

(Stay close. Even if I die on this occasion, I will do the least I can as a warcraft soldier. We Warcraft soldiers must keep getting results. because that is what feeds those who followed)

……

Blewn by a mutilated impact on his right elbow and left shoulder, Cold pretends to have lost his mind by entrusting his last hope to a reversal blow, aiming for a gap that releases his own last blow.

Damn, it's hard to predict the timing as I step on the ground in the garden and hear Ray approaching me...

……

I doubt my footsteps interrupted about a few meters ahead of me falling to the ground.

But still, you can't let them know you're still conscious, so even close your eyes and peek into the gap, Cold.

I noticed that sound, probably because Cold had concentrated his consciousness to the extreme in order to unleash his last blow. Otherwise the sound you probably missed. I hear it coming from directly above me, and straight down. I mean to that sound that comes down towards me.

"Huh!?

Move your lower body tentacles toward each other. In the next moment Ray was swinging down a death-size pattern to where Cold was until a moment ago.

"I thought it would be... Did you say Warcraft or something? I didn't think the trump cards of the Bestian Empire would faint to that extent."

Ray lands to the ground with little noise and squeaks as he sets his death-size.

……

Cold also learns that the deceptive blow is ineffective again, and uses his lower body tentacles to get up and face Ray again as he bitterly distorts his lips.

"Well, what do we do? You don't have the means to attack anymore, do you? I hope it's easy for you to surrender like this. If you're gonna be honest with me about the information, you're probably gonna be able to welcome me with some pretty good treatment, right?

……

I have to give Ray a glimpse of the suggestion. I just pierce the ignorance.

If you try Cord, it is self-evident that if you work betrayal here and now, you will be treated badly against the other Warcraft soldiers, and you could never choose the means of surrender here more than that.

"Apparently you don't mean that, do you? I don't know what you're up to, but do you need to swear allegiance to someone who's been made into you?"

"You have no idea.... Yes, someone as talented as you will never know how we feel!

A water brace that screams as if its ever emotionless flat voice is a lie and is released again from the mouth of its crustace-covered face.

But whatever the first blow that was accidentally unleashed, it wasn't that hard to deal with it than Ray already knew it existed.

"Slow down!"

A ray that moves and dodges the face about a few centimeters against the water brace that flew through his face.

"Don't be bothered to think that would work twice or three times more than I showed my wife's hand. If you don't surrender more than that, you're going to have to resort to some forceful means... you don't mind?

"Come on!"

Ray approaching as he builds his death size. It was a cord releasing water braces continuously trying to prevent it, but a ray that dodges all of it, or keeps preventing it at death size. And eventually you ran out of moisture in your body to be spit out as a water brace, or you were just silently turning your gaze toward Ray, who approached you.

Its eyes showed little emotion, but it is nevertheless willing to say that it will never yield.

"I'd love to slash the tentacles off my lower body so you can't move if you can, but from what I've just seen, I guess I'll regenerate. If you do, you'll have to lose your mind."

Ray glances slightly at Cold. You can say that most of its body is covered by crusts and has origami when it comes to defense. When it comes to a blow like that that stuns Cold, I just have to magically do it to Death Size...

"Well, as long as you're alive, you can do something about it at Larks Borderline Uncle.... don't die."

Whimpering, that's when I tried to poke a dovetail with that pattern through magic on Death Size.

"Huh!?

At that moment I thought something had moved in the corner of my vision. Ray was kicking the ground and flying away from the front of Cold.

……

I guess he targeted the blow of the resurrection. Cold with a thoughtless look on his face.

When Ray, distancing himself from that cord, turns his gaze to where he was until a moment ago, there are two tentacles poking at the ground with sharp, pointed cuts as if they were spears. It was Cold's lower body that followed that tentacle.

Nearly 20 tentacles growing from the lower body. Only two of them were longer than the other tentacles, and their tips were sharp and pointed.

(... what's a touch-arm guy?

Touch-arms. That refers to two particularly long legs, even those held by squids. It is an organ used by squids to capture their prey, arguably the greatest weapon for squids.

(No way, you're not really a warcraft soldier or anything with squid, are you? No, the squid isn't a monster in the first place, so there's no demon stone.)

While I wonder inside, I quickly flash the death size with the touch of my arm swinging like a whip.

"Gu!"

Unlike other tentacles growing from the lower body, Cold raises a painful voice to see if the pain is proper. Don't miss that gap where the movement stopped for just a moment, Ray returns the wrist that was holding the flashing death size on the side and sticks the tip of the pattern straight towards Cold's torso and sticks it out!

A half-breed sword is a Cord crust that boasts so much solidity that it folds the other way around, but it just cannot prevent a magical death size, and the tip of the pattern enters the dovetail as it destroys the crust.

It would have penetrated Cold's dovetail to his back without bitterness if he had embedded the pattern as far as his power was concerned. But the purpose of this one is only to obtain information about the existence of the Bestian Empire… it is also a prisoner to obtain information about a warcraft soldier whose overall image has not been captured. For this reason, you will not have an ex-child if you kill him.

Or it was a decision that information might be available from alchemists who should be suppressing them in Bornter's office, or from Minas, who is in a fierce battle with Seto, but that there should be more sources.

(Well, as far as the words and deeds of this Cold or whatever he says are concerned, he's got a compelling personality, so yeah, I don't think he's going to sell his people's information. I'll interrogate that neighborhood, Larks. Try to get Uncle Border's men to do their best)

When Ray passed out Cold in a half-dead state, the battle between Seto and Minas was also about to climax.

"Goddamn it, why... what!

Even wielding a whip taken out of nowhere, its tip had not even been able to scratch one scratch against Seto, who was free to fly around the sky.

Even if the brackets are the same, Minas, unlike Cold, where both arms are transformed into giant crustaceans, usually remain in the hands of humans, although it is the scales that grow. For this reason, it is significantly inferior to Cold in the sense of pure force of a blow, but it had the characteristic of being able to use weapons with similar dexterity to humans.

The ritual of inheritance carried out by the Bestian Empire also has the effect of a simplified version, and it is completely unclear what form it will take until it actually completes the ritual. The quality of the demonic stone, the personality and physical ability, magic, and character of the subject. And compatibility between the demon stone and the subject. They are intricately intertwined to determine what they will eventually look like. In that sense, Minas, still retaining his human form, would have gone well with the Demon Stone.

But no matter how well it went with the Demon Stone, it was just impossible to deal with Griffon.

It was at the beginning of the battle that I, the Warcraft soldier, never thought I would lose to a monster, no matter how many rank A monsters, but my overconfidence in myself collapses in the first few minutes of the battle.

"Holy shit! I can't believe you're stronger than me being a Warcraft soldier in Kedamono's minute... I'll never admit it. Admittedly so!

Minas waving a whip while screaming.

It is a whip wielded by Minas, who is several times more powerful as a Warcraft soldier than a normal human being. The whip wielded by its force strikes Seto at an unstoppable rate, but Seto cuts through all of it and dodges it, or plays it with his forefoot.

"Grrrrrrrr!"

The sound of perm! echoes around.

But the sound of it ringing is the sound of the whip being slapped to the ground without hitting Seto.

And Seto, who sees it, tries to kick it up in the air and wings it up and up into the air.

When this happened, we had to wait for Seto to come down to Minas, where there was no means of ranged attack anymore.

Seto then freely flies around the air, striking from above towards Minas for the gap.

But Seto also carried a handful in a way. All over the city somehow. It also has multiple sights pointed at countless others from the Bornter mansion. There is no way to use the skills acquired by absorbing the demonic stones of other monsters to a detour, which is also a feature of warcraft in that. Seto understood that if it could be used, it would be as easy to deceptively resize in the darkness of the night. Or around poisonous nails, there may not be anything like using it that would allow those around you to see a decisive moment, but I can't use this one any more than the possibility of leaking information from the person who received that poisonous nail.

"Grrrrrrrr!"

In the end, he decides he will have to seize it in a flesh-bomb battle, and starts a steep descent from a height of about 20m towards Minas, who is after him with a whip.

"You're here!

Minas also waits for Seto's body to be flogged...

"Ha!

Whiplash where Seto's body is within range. But.

"Grr!"

Ringing high, Seto's body shrinks to about 1m at the next moment using resizing skills.

At this time, most of those watching Seto's movements suffered discomfort because it was a sudden descent while moving like a barrel roll rotation to avoid the whip, but it would have been fortunate that no one could be sure that his body had shrunk clearly. Of course it was a barrel roll rotation aimed at Seto himself.

Seto descends sharply into Minas as he avoids whips released at high speeds with a barrel roll rotation that shrinks his body as it is.

"Grrrrrrrr!"

And seeing as you've dodged the whip No or using resizing skills again to get back to the original size...

"Grr!"

Swing your right forefoot to the side.

"Caaaaaa!"

It's not a normal blow, of course. Griffon's, it's a blow by Seto. The power can be said to be vicious, and there is nothing that can be prevented from saying that Minas, who is a warcraft soldier and covers himself with scales, is blown directly to the side for nearly 10 meters, and the impact causes him to lose his mind.

Until a few minutes ago, this garden, where intense fighting sounded to its surroundings, is also wrapped up in silence at night once again after the battle is over.