Master’s Smile

"... ho"

Heloro can't stand anything coming up, and he coughs up.

My hand stains bright red with a warm liquid wiped against my mouth.

So he finally recognized that Rousseld pierced his belly.

"And, temee......!!

Heloro grabs Rousseld's arm with his trembling hand.

I try to pull through, but Rousseld's arm of tough power doesn't even freak me out.

"Ahhhhhhh!! Breaking up means you're going to die, baaaa!!

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He couldn't help but notice that the hello looked hilarious because he was something he would plainly try to leave this place.

"I'm not paying you, Bakka!? Don't even throw up a lot of information, you're kidding me!!

"Oh, you betrayed me...!?

"Ha!?

A helo that floats sweat all over his face and turns a cannibalizing eye.

In his untargeted words, Rousseld sighs, perhaps including a shudder.

Rousseld hates being stupid and useless.

"Since when, I've had enough of a pattern to say I betrayed you. Don't get me wrong. You're from" The Iron Queen "… it was just my toy!!

I've never thought of Rousseld as one of us about Herolo.

If you say so, it is a toy.

Treat it with care while it's funny. If it gets less interesting or tired of it, throw it away.

It's very simple.

"Even if you were one of them, how could you not be betrayed by me? I'm the Dark Alliance, huh? It's not a half guild like" Army of Salvation (Yerkthilla). "The Iron Queen is the most powerful dark guild anyone can fear!!

"Haha...... Huh!!

Grime and Rousseld moving his arms as he did to the solgloss.

Slowly spin through the abdomen so as to inflict more pain.

At that time, Heloro, who had also been injured by some of his precious organs, spit Gopoli and lump-like blood out of his mouth.

"And oh... What right do you have to rebel against me for betraying your people?

"... ugh!!

At the ear of a helo, Rousseld says Bossoli.

To the words, Heloro's body trembled with a vicun.

Was it in response to Rousseld's words? Or was it something that naturally and physically reacted during death?

That was something that only a breathless hello already knew.

"Hmm."

Rousseld pulls his blood-swet arm out of Heloro's belly, which no longer shows light in his eyes.

I'll put the word to the helo who's falling to the ground.

"You're already missing two of your ex-members, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll send you the Army of Salvation (Yerkthillah) with the last of your men. Ahhhhhhhh!!

Next to Rousseld laughing high, Heloro's body fell to the ground.

From the wide open belly hole, bright red blood flows and stains the ground.

"You, hey, hey!! How dare you!!

Seeing Herolo's unusual appearance, Lucille exasperates and pulls out her sword.

And ran out toward Rousseld with that anger.

Such anger feels rather good, too.

Rousseld spreads his arms and speaks to impending Lucille.

"Whoa. This guy betrayed you, didn't he? I don't have the strength to turn my anger on you, and I'd rather you thanked me."

"Don't be silly!! Still, for me...... Huh!!

Even if we betrayed ourselves or indirectly killed Apollo and the league.

Still, Hero was one of Lucille's friends.

It can't be cut off right after telling him, a child, that he was suddenly betrayed.

That, too, was losing two of my few people, so I guess it's only natural that I don't want to lose any more.

But having said that, Rousseld can't even show understanding.

Because he is a man who sees others grieving and angry and laughs at Niyaniya.

"Fuck you!!

I was able to get to Rousseld quickly, not trying to make any moves.

Wave your sword down, still angry at Apollo, the league, and the man who killed Hero.

"Idiot. You, then, are powerless!!

"Huh......!?

Against the sword to be waved down, Rousseld struck his fist at the body.

That was all Lucille's sword was shattered and scattered in pieces.

Round your eyes, Lucille stares at sparkling, scattered pieces of sword.

"Bye. Get along with them."

Rousseld, smiling niggardly, waved his fist down relentlessly at Lucille, who was not in a position to avoid it.

But on the verge of his fist striking directly, Lucille's figure scratched out.

"Am I?"

At such a speed that even Rousseld could not see it, did Lucille avoid the attack?

Without it, he assured himself in his heart.

It wasn't the kind of attack speed that could be avoided by a miscellaneous zero guild kid.

If so, it is clear who caused it.

"I wonder if it's you..."

Rousseld looks at the master.

As he expected, there was Lucille right next to the master smiling thinly.

But he also makes his eyes black and white, seemingly completely unaware of what was done.

"How did you get him out of my attack? Magic?"

When Rousseld hears that, the master nods cocklessly without even showing how to hide it.

Probably a form of teleport magic.

It is a magic that is very difficult to master and consumes a lot of magic. It is a magic that is hallucinogenic and has few users.

"Ah-ha-ha"

Rousseld laughs.

That's right. If you don't do that, it's not worth crushing.

It's a war between guilds fighting for the strongest seat of the Dark Alliance. Rousseld wanted something bloody boiling.

"Nice! The boulder is the master of the Army of Salvation (Yerkthilla). You can't compare to these guys I killed!

Sure, the master must be strong.

Rousseld lightly murdered the three Apollos, but this man will not be able to do so easily.

But still, he didn't mean to lose.

"But wow. I'm undead, immortal demon. I wonder how strong you are and how long you can fight a guy who won't die...?

I squeal my teeth critically and laugh at them as delightful.

Rousseld is undead. He can continue the fight, even if he suffers a mortal wound that would kill him if ordinary humans or demons received it.

The undead doesn't like magic or Angelic blessed weapons, but he's already overcome such bad too, being the guild master of the Dark Alliance's premier strength, The Iron Queen (Einieken).

If so, there is only one way to make both hands and legs inactive as slashes, but Rousseld, a special undead, can self-heal.

It was no longer the strongest undead with no gaps.

"Your husband, me too..."

Lucille stands up and tries to stand next to the master.

Rousseld is a powerful demon clan. One master would probably kill him.

That's why I wanted to fight myself.

"Your husband...?

But the master put his arm out in front of Lucille and said he didn't need to come out.

When Lucille looked up, she had a gentle, gentle grin.

"Ah-ha-ha! Yeah, make it big! Because where you come from, it doesn't change that you guys get killed!!

Rousseld really couldn't help but have fun.

Finally… the day has come when we can crush the Army of Salvation (Yerkthilla).

Already, when it comes to the strongest dark guild in the world, it's definitely the Iron Queen.

But no matter how infamous you try to make it, those who know about The Army of Salvation (Yerkchilla) will not try to admit it.

How angry that was for Rousseld......

But here the irritation finally ends.

As long as you kill the Master of the Army of Salvation (Yerkchira), those who have not tried to admit it will also understand that the strongest dark guild is the Iron Queen (Einieken).

"But oh. It would be boring if I won..."

Rousseld kicks a ton of ground and giggles and tells him niggardly.

"At best, keep me entertained!!

At the next moment, the ground on which Rousseld stood cracks with a fierce sound.

Undead specific powers, pack the distance from the master at once.

"Become...!?

Next, Lucille was able to see about Rousseld when he was waving his fist in front of his master.

Lucille couldn't even move one finger.

At such a rate that he could not react at all, Rousseld struck the master.

We will no longer be able to avoid his attacks.

Rousseld slapped his roaring fist into the face of that heartless master he was always laughing at - - I was going to.

"- What?"

Rousseld could only make such a mocking voice.

Indeed, his attack was supposed to hit the master.

Beat a painful blow into the hella horizontal, and then make it bumpy and begging for life to the point where it is innocuous to see.

After mocking that, I'll put a hole in your belly and kill you.

The vision of saying so seemed to Rousseld.

Yet his full-bodied fists were taken lightly by the master's hand.

And the master smiled calmly with a nickel - -

- - I squeezed that hand.