Legend

Prix couldn't understand the sight being played out in front of him.... No, to be precise, I didn't want to understand.

The puppets that I have created so far. Unlike humans, my beloved, who never betrays himself. As the dolls successively emerge from the magic formation and fly onto an oliqueur that has become a demon, they are successively destroyed by arms with sharp pointed tips stretched from their shoulder blades.

"Ya... don't..."

A slightly leaky voice.

But no one's listening to that. Next thing you know, it's as if you're giving your own life to an oliqueur, to a doll sticking your weapon into it, and to an oliqueur destroying a flying doll from the edge of the touch, all with a touch of armor sleeves.

Prix can only see the sight of the dolls being destroyed one after the other, without doing anything.

If they were just human beings... that's what Rank A and Rank S adventurers would have done to Prix as well.

In spite of winning or not, I must have repeated the magic of using gemstones over and over again, demonstrating the results I have studied so far.

But... the oliqueur, transformed into a human demon, slashes and rips the cage of thunder just saying that the magic unleashed is pointless, sweeping away the puppets that appear one after the other, ignoring the magic unleashed.

"... I'm getting tired of being naughty. Is there anything else you can do, Na?

To the provocative voice of the oliqueur, Prix bites his back teeth and resists despair.

When he first showed up in this magical room, he was a prick full of confidence that he was the ruler of this Exil, but since he knew that the magic made of jewels created using the sacrificial man himself, which was also the basis for it, had no effect whatsoever, it had become so much of an appearance that he did not think that he was a very, but so full of confidence.

A middle-aged woman who seems to be looking narrow and about to collapse on the floor.

Several gems are still worn on that body, and given those amounts, it would not be very narrow to say otherwise.

But still... the prick who found out that what stood by himself was utterly pointless was only a middle-aged woman who seemed narrow enough to be protected by a doll.

"Master, Immanouchinionigekudasai!

The doll, who once again appears from the magic formation, tells his own master so, not showing him how to move at all, and flies the knife to the oliqueur in his hand.

But when you turn your neck wide just because it's troublesome to deal with someone properly, your hair stretches out to the edge of your hips to draw a big arc.

The tip of sharp, pointed hair pierces the doll like a myriad of needles and instantly turns it into a worn scrap.

Some of the dolls naturally tried to prevent their hair with the weapons they had. But there are only two weapons that can be held with a pair of arms, no matter how.

The myriad of things that have struck me there… that's why I couldn't manage to exist as if my hair itself was willing, and the dolls with weapons ended up only a few seconds longer turning into worn scraps.

"... don't... don't!

Once again, Prix opens his mouth with magic as he sees his own created dolls scattered one after the other.

"Like the Wind"

With that word, the yellow gem that was nestled in Prix's right ankle demonstrates its ability.

Light leap if it is meant to be. But the light leap turned into a quick move, as if blessed by the wind itself, carrying the prick's body right next to the oliqueur at the next moment.

"Give Me An Ice Embrace"

The blue gem on the right thumb works and the perimeter of the oliqueur instantly fills with cold air.

It's useless.

I guess it's the effect of demonization. With an abusive grin, I once again wield the two arms growing from my shoulder blades to fog the cold air created by magic, and as I tried to take one step to intercept the flying doll as if I had poked through that gap, I notice that my feet are immobile.

"Ni?

Still, do not panic, raise your arms, take the eartips of the spears to be waved intact, and snap.

At the next moment, he threw the broken tip that was in his hand just as it was with the movement of his wrist, and the doll with the spear flew with his body pierced and fell to the floor after a few rounds as it was.

If you look down just because you're not interested in the end of the doll you attacked yourself, what's there is both legs frozen on the floor.

I can't move my legs, I can't move my pickles by their ice.

"Fire, dance!

Touch the jewel of the piercing in your right ear and spin your words with magic.

A flame of more than 10 fists that appeared at the same time.

The flame runs through the air as if it dances to words, flying one after the other towards the oliqueur.

"It's a prank, Na."

Two arms stretched out of the scapula swinging with vomit-dropping words.

When the sharply pointed tip touches the flame, it naturally mists.

(Foot ice could not be deactivated. Why? No, wait. Could it be that you're not unconditionally deactivating magic, but that Oriquel himself is deliberately deactivating magic?

Isn't that why the ice magic that poked my intentions worked?

(If you were to unconditionally deactivate all magic in the first place, even healing magic would be deactivated if you were wounded. I don't know how far the will of the oliqueur is reflected in the demonization of people, but it's still that loose man. I don't think you're thinking about that area beforehand)

Think that far and go further from there.

(Besides... if magic is deactivated is the effect of that blued skin or where it is emerging like tattoos, then only the surface will work. I mean, it doesn't work on magic like internal destruction, or there's plenty of potential for it to fade even if it doesn't go that far)

While Ray thinks that way, the battle between the oliqueur and the prix gets even more intense.

"Stone, stay."

That word out of Puri's mouth produces nearly 10 substitutes in the air that should be called stone spears, given the sharp and pointy stone arrows...... no, given their size.

And a stone spear to be unleashed simultaneously.

Intercepting it is a second arm extending from the scapula.

Its arms, which move visibly, shatter and crush just by touching the stone spear.

But as a prick, I didn't expect such an attack to pass now. I only unleash attacks because I'm blinded.

In fact, the stone spear, touched and destroyed by the oliqueur's swinging second arm, has become a fragment of the stone, scattered around the perimeter, blocking vision.

Even now the oliqueur ate the magic of the flames, and both legs remained frozen and soaked on the floor, which also prevented them from moving.

"Now! Everybody hang up and take revenge on your brothers!

Fine stone fragments...... Prix screams as something that can already be described as sand blocks the vision of the oliqueur.

My magic can't inflict deadly damage on an oliqueur. Then only the dolls created by themselves can rely on it.

The puppets also answer the words of the prick unleashed by such thoughts.

From the enchanted warehouse, all the dolls showed up and attacked the Oriqueur simultaneously.

In your hand are swords, spears, hammers, sticks, daggers, battle axes, halvards, sickles… and more than 100 other dolls with as many weapons as you can possibly imagine striking towards the oliqueur.

This number was the number of all the dolls that could be moved, except for the genuine fact that Puri is currently positioned as a security guard for the hall.

……

Ray hears a slight toothpick as he watches such a prick fight.

Turning his gaze towards you, Büne's face frowned uncomfortably at the expression he usually barely changed there.

If it was Bühne, he couldn't forgive himself that Prix, who was also the enemy of his parents, was the enemy of the dolls.

No matter how much I knew the stupidity of running wild by hatred and decided not to commit the same stupidity... no, that's why I can't help but remember my anger at Prix's words and deeds.

It was Büne, who held onto the pattern of the dagger he held with all his strength, but his hand is accidentally placed on its shoulder.

The hand that has protected me until now, and above all the other hand that earlier caused me serious injuries because of my rampage.

Just being aware of it, the storm of hatred that was about to blow again inside the Büne is held down.

"Beaune"

"Uh-huh."

The first words I've spoken in a long time are still hard to hear around me if I'm not used to them yet.

"... Huh?

But for the first time, Elaine opens her eyes small to the voice of Büne, who hears it properly.

As I felt earlier, I was wondering what had happened to Bühne in this short time.

Most of all, it's not that hard to understand why. Because it was obvious given the gaze that was being directed at Prix, who was challenging Oliqueur, who had turned into a demon with a doll, at the end of Büne's gaze.

I also didn't realize that such a gaze was being directed... more precisely, Prix was devoted to the fight against the oliqueur without being able to afford it.

Anyway, even if you use gems to unleash magic more quickly than normal magic, they scratch you right off, deactivate you, and destroy that object lightly.

It continues to unleash magic without losing its speed, blocking its sight at all, and creating an opportunity for the puppets to attack by turning the consciousness of the oliqueur towards themselves.

That was the only thing that could be done to a prick that would disable most of the magic.

But still... yes, even if we do that, the doll that hits the oliqueur is almost unilaterally destroyed with little damage.

Soon his frozen legs have also been freed, whether he waves his sword, spears or axes... all of which are prevented, recirculated and, conversely, destroyed by a second arm stretching out of his shoulder blades.

is also taken lightly by the palms of those who have nothing.

It was a battle that all I could say, no matter how I looked at it, was that I had no chance of winning, but still Prix goes in without giving up.

But... the power that Oriquel gained by demonizing people wasn't like he could do something with Prix's hard work.

No, I should say it's incompatible. Because almost all of the magic with the prickly jewels is nullified.

And...

"So that's it, Ca? La like nothing more, you used da"

I'm tired of seeing the art of street performers. The oliqueur, whining in such a way, flashes sharply the arms growing from the scapula.

"... Huh?

A prick who squeals as if he doesn't know what happened.

But in the next moment my arm…… I finally understand what happened when I see the left and right arm with the bracelet flying through the air and falling to the floor with the potpourri.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Prix falls to the floor without being able to stand, scattering a large amount of blood splash that erupts from both shoulders.

"Master!"

The cry of the dolls echoes around us, stopping the attack on the oliqueur immediately and heading under the prix, who is also his own creator.

I just have to keep screaming because of the severe pain, under my own master.

... half-aware that it is the aim of the oliqueur.

"Oh... no! Rest your hands on the attack!

Is it because of the possession of the Marchelle family owners, or because of the thoughts of the dolls that they themselves have created?

All in all, Prix speaks to continue the attack, but the dolls gave Prix priority over defeating their own enemies.

"Ha ha ha, death ne...... yiya, break lo!

In front of a prick that keeps bleeding a lot from both hands, one after the other while using the second arm...... that's the oliqueur that dismantles the doll to show off.

I guess that appearance was exactly like the mother who would kill her beloved child in front of her.

I temporarily forget even the pain of having my hands amputated and scream in a sad voice.

"Stop... please, stop!

"Ha ha ha. I didn't know even a woman like you understood love. Too bad, Da, if you had believed in God's teachings from the beginning, Ba, this would never have happened."

Oliqueur's arm waves with a grin that is neither merciful nor ridiculous, and the blow takes the hands and feet of a doll reminiscent of the little girl, twisting off her neck and pulling her torso into two straight pieces.

"Awwwwwwwwww!

Prix, whose head was bled by the destruction of all the dolls, opens his mouth intact.

"Spear of Light, be there..."

"Let it go."

A second arm and sharply pointed hair that instantly slashes and rips Prix's body without letting the words speak to the end.

The remaining legs are also cut off from the knees, and the hair blows away as the neckline is cut.

I didn't just destroy the hair decorations on my head...... it wasn't mercy, it was from a ruthless judgment.

Hair decorative gems heal the wounds of what you are equipped with. soothe to a degree that does not die more precisely.

I'm supposed to use healing magic and potion when it's supposed to keep me from dying... Prix can't use healing magic and I don't have potion now.

In other words, Prix can't even die with his limbs amputated.

"The effect of that hair decoration gem, you used to brag about it, didn't you? That's why I left you, Zo."

That's all I tell you, I kick and blow Prix's body like a kid throws away a toy he's interested in.

Almost all of his ribs are pulverized with a kick of a human demon or other oliqueur, and he turns around with a prick whose gut is damaged but unable to die and who continues to suffer prolonged.

"Sate, what do you say we go on?