Legend

A sharp tip protruding from the front without interruption.

Ray plays, plays, and plays all of the piercings that are released continuously through Ray's body as Ray cleverly wraps around a huge weapon called Death Size.

A weapon called Rapier, which would have been an Oriquel, is not a very, but not a weapon that can be met with Death Size.

No, given the properties of a weapon called Rapier in the first place, you wouldn't be able to strike the same with a normal long sword instead of a death size. It is possible not only because of Esta Knoll's work, in which the Rapier the Oriquel has is also said to be the best alchemist in history......

Whatever the weapon, it is even inferior to a master's swinging wooden sword if the wielder's arm is bad. It is only with the exceptional skill of Olicure himself that we are able to do so much with Death Size.

Swinging just with your right hand, like a wind pounding.

At first glance, the oliqueur is only unilaterally attacking, and Ray's only seemingly thorough defense is gradually tilting its balance.

... Yes, in Ray's favorable direction.

Kick, kick, kick, kick!

Countless metal sounds that echo around in an instant.

That's the sound I played instantly using a death-sized blade, pattern, or stone poke at the tip of a rapier.

As it were, Ray eventually smiled small at his mouth, gradually approaching the Oriqueur though with one or two steps.

To the pressure emanating from Ray, the oliqueur stops the Rapier movement and retreats a few steps.

However, there is still little rush on its face. No, Ningro, the extra color was even floating around.

"... what's up? Sounds like a lot of room for being cornered. If you still have your hands on something, you better get it out now, okay?

"Well, I don't know about that. Have you forgotten that? All we have to do is buy time without losing. Now, the Silva family... Well, what's going on?

He was an oliqueur telling me to upset Ray, but what was returned to it was a mockery grin.

The slightly unpleasantly frowned oliqueur opens its mouth to the appearance.

"What's wrong?

"No, I just find myself saying that for real.... Sure Elaine is in the Silva family. But how can you prepare that Elaine... who is called General Princess Elaine in this Ezil, which is not your home? You guys are the only ones behind this. If you do, you'll have a limited amount of power to move. And we have about 20 men here."

Chirali, and Ray looking toward Vihera.

There are robes who understand each other's movements without exchanging words, just by gaze or trick, and connect attacks.

Or throw a dagger toward the nailed armor by magic to deflect the attack and help your people.

Take your kicked ass, beaten up buddies and do it with minimal damage without causing them to clash against the wall.

The robes were fighting against Vihela in a collaboration that could only be described as brilliant, but they still could not fill the decisive battle power difference, and the number of them gradually decreased with one person, and another, so that the teeth of the pigeon were lacking.

Of all the robes falling on the ground, the luckiest would be those who have passed out. Conversely, the most unfortunate are those whose neck bones are bent in a direction that should not otherwise be bent, or those whose heads have been severed and torn multiple times by claws stretched out of their hands and whose flames of life have already completely disappeared.

"As you can see, how long do you think you can hold up against Vihella?

Ray takes the Death Size blade to the lower side as he tells the oliqueur.

Seeing it, the oliqueur also turns Rapier's structure into one that focuses on defense and focuses backwards to accommodate the slaughter from the bottom.

"Hmm, it is certainly also this crisis as far as this is concerned. But... you don't think we're coming out after understanding each other's differences in strength?

"Strength, huh? Could that be what you expect from that doll? Sure, we're at a slight disadvantage over there."

As if to restrain the grunting Ray movement, Olicure shakes every inch of Rapier's obsession he had.

It moves with a constant feeling as if to gauge the timing...... the next moment, I kick the floor and rapidly pack up an intermission with Ray.

A thunderous thunderous punch that is released again.

Even though it releases sharper and faster than earlier, Ray plays that sword tip using a death-size blade.

"Corrosion, corrosion, corrosion, corrosion, corrosion"

while using corrosion, which is also a recurring death size skill.

But...

(Shit, you're a very sturdy rapist. You mean just Esta Knoll's work)

No matter how many times you use corrosion that has increased the level to 3, there is nothing abnormal about Rapier's body.

"What's wrong? Seems to be whining the same words from earlier. As far as I'm concerned, you're welcome to buy me some time."

Once the storm of poking is accommodated, the oliqueur throws its words to Ray as it leaps backwards.

"No, I was wondering how I could get rid of you.... Well, even if this hand is unavailable, there are many other hitters"

Rotate the Death Size that was erected using both hands while holding the center part of the pattern.

Crunch, crunch.

The rotating death size eventually sounds like it slashes and rips the wind into its surroundings as its speed increases.

Oliqueur frowned slightly at Ray's unprecedented behavior.

And...

"Huh!"

Exhale sharply and shake, shake, and shake the death size that is rotating in your hand.

If the thrust that the oriquel was putting out earlier is a thrust that pierces the air, what Ray is rolling out now is a slash that slashes and rips the air itself.

That's also faster than the Death Size slaughter Ray has ever unleashed...

Of course that doesn't end there.

To the repeated slaughter, Olicure was gazing at the gap while focusing on dodging, at that time.

"Penetrate"

With that grunt out of Ray's mouth, the wind wraps around the death-sized stone-piercing part...... at the next moment, the penetration is released by death-sized stone-piercing, not slaughtering.

Its sharpness was no less pale than the poke that the oliqueur had unleashed, purely in terms of speed, or perhaps above the poke unleashed by the rapier.

"Become!?

Still, Olicure managed to avoid it, partly because he had that much strength, but not because of the countless pokes that Olicure himself unleashed, but only because of some number of times.

... but still, the thrust rolled out with a stone poke wrapped around the wind slashes and rips the cape of the oliqueur.

Not by Death Size Stone Poke. It depends on the wind wrapped in a stone poke.

That's... that moment of amazement creates a gap against Ray.

"Sweet!

Don't miss the gap, the next thing you're released is a slash by a death-sized blade. Its blade swung from the left to the right of the oliqueur to the horizontal giraffe...... but completely betrayed Ray's expectations and was taken on the way without cutting the torso...... still blown straight to the horizontal without being able to kill the weight of the death size exceeding 100 kg and the power released from the force that is also to be hailed as outside Ray's.

The oliqueur, blown away as if it were a stone thrown by a child, still managed to land on the floor as he regained his position in the air...

"Oicola. Jamadayo!

He finally succeeds in killing speed on the battlefield where Büne and Nact are fighting the dolls.

If you get to the floor and see the signs of slipping as it is, everyone will understand how much the blow ahead was.

But Ray turns a surprise glance at such an oliqueur.

The blow I unleashed was definitely an attack that could even be described as fatal. It wasn't surprising that the oliqueur had amputations to its upper and lower body than it had been a flash of a fairly magical horizontal giraffe.

That blows away not with his guts scattered all around him, but with five bodies satisfied, and he's still alive. That's the irregular thing you can't see for Ray.

But the cause is also satisfactory if you turn your gaze toward the oliqueur.

Rapier on your right. This is not good yet. Because it's the same gear I was looking at earlier. But left hand. Gripped there is a sword that is too long to call a dagger and too short to call a long sword. Only one blade is attached and the other is shaped like a bamboo.

A weapon that receives and destroys the enemy's sword in a part that is otherwise like a monster. That is, a weapon known as a swordbreaker.

(Plus, there are scratches but no destruction from a Death Size blow. Even if it's not as powerful as the Rapier made by Esta Knoll, does it make a difference that it's a powerful magic item?)

It is normal for many who use Rapier to have a weapon that replaces a shield in the hand opposite the other hand. Minegosh, for example, where the part of the bamboo is made larger than normal to prevent the enemy from attacking, or a dagger to reciprocate.... and a swordbreaker to break the sword of the enemy, like the Oriqueur has.

"I didn't think you still had your wife's hand."

"I will naturally have one or two of my wife's hands ready, beyond challenging you to battle."

"Oi, jamadatteiternogawakanneenoka?

A doll under the feet of an oliqueur throws up irritably.

Turn your gaze only for a moment at that doll who has told you so that you can put it on your own words...

Humph! I thought the sound of cutting the wind sounded, and Rapier plays a few needles that flew over the face of the oliqueur.

"I may have gotten in the way, but I want you to clean up as much as you're in charge. I didn't know you couldn't get rid of two bandits..."

Oliqueur tells the doll under his feet without taking his gaze off Ray for a moment.

In that tone seeped a colour of indelible twitching.

"Omae...... Prisama Bakanis Renoka!?

To that word that came out of the doll's mouth, the other dolls, who were alert to the movements of Bühne and Nakt around them, simultaneously turn back to Oriqueur.

Dolls, but therefore no signs or killings exist. But still, it was clear that the dolls had not listened to what they were saying.

"What I'm questioning is you guys, not the Marchelle family technology. If that's not the case, don't kill those two bandits if you catch them soon, and I need your help."

Hearing the words, Nact's mouth is abominably distorted.

It was clear from a series of exchanges that the relationship between the Marchelles and the Holy Light was never a good one. So, or it could be a decisive crack in the current language and they would argue with each other... I had such pale expectations, but apparently that didn't come true. And the words of the oliqueur set us up to attack the struggling puppets harder against them.

That was understandable to Ray, who was looking a little further away.

(Are you willing to defeat Bühne and Nakt early and use the doll's power to hit me or Vihera)

I don't think at all about defeating Ray with my own power, and it's a choice because I think I just need to be truth-stopping.

It's the exact opposite of what you said you would be thorough in defense, but it would be because you decided that if you were just turning to defense in the right sense, you would be pushed off.

"Idalou. Prisamanitsu claretta mononothikara miseteyal"

However, it was never acceptable for the doll to have absolutely nothing to do with the area, and that their creator, Prix's technology, could be seen as low because of us. Strong confidence in Prix is added when the dolls are given a pseudo-self in the first place. That is not so different from what the followers of Holy Light hold to their goddess.

Most of all, be puppets, be followers of Holy Light, and they will both deny that they feel the same way, even if they say that they do not recognize each other at the bottom of their hearts.

"Mina, Ixo. Prisamanotameni!"

When the doll who was under the feet of the oliqueur shouts so, the other dolls also become more aggressive against Bühne and Nakt as if they would follow the word.

The speed at which he protruded the weapon he had was faster than ever, resulting in more maneuvers for the attack, and Bühne, who is good at fighting, anyway, Nact began to struggle with the response.

The skills originally required by bandits are not comparable to combat power. Naturally it takes more than a certain amount of combat power, but still, the real job of a bandit is a special skill such as reconnaissance, disarming a trap, or setting a trap.

"Damn, not like this!

Nact's gaze as he plays the doll's swinging spear with a dagger is directed towards Teevia, who is left unconscious in the middle of the magic formation.

Fighting the agony that swirled strongly inside him, he protruded his dagger as he avoided the blow of the long sword waved by the doll that attacked him.