My 【Repair】Skill Became an Almighty Cheat Skill, So I Thought I’d Open Up a Weapon Shop

"Demon King Army Four Demons General...... Ice Norzuri......!

The moment I saw that look, countless thoughts rushed through my head instantly.

Once torn into battle in the first tier, the Demon King's Army fled to the second tier via the basement of Demon King's Castle.

It should have been clear that the Demon King's Army had escaped to the second tier, given that soldiers forced to leave the front, the Ice Demon General (Norzuri) and the Fire Demon General (Suzuri) were in the neutral city (Athlopolis).

Why is Norzuri here?

You think they've broken through the third tier by stealing the eyes of Agate Lamb, a lodging enemy for them too?

- All thoughts are momentary events.

I was not stiff to surprise, but immediately turned my repeating crossbow to Norzuri to focus on the trigger.

"Slow response"

But Norzuri was faster than that.

Instantly pack the distance while easily dodging the fired arrow bullet (bolt) and run the white blade as it moves.

"... Huh!

I staunchly put [repair] magic all over my body to restore instantly wherever I was slashed.

"I don't think I can kill you anymore."

But the moment the blade cut my right arm, Norzuri grabbed my right wrist and pulled the entire arm off the cutting surface at will.

"Gu, there is...!

"After dismantling to the point of resistance, I will take you before Your Majesty. If you're conscious, you can go back from"

The base of the severed right arm freezes and the bleeding stops, and the severed arm is ice marinated whole and fits into Norzuri's hands.

A crossbow slipped off my hand on that clap, making a noise on the red and black surface and hitting it.

"Neither the cumbersome laws established by the Administrator (Fraxinus) have any effect on this hierarchy. It is only in Athlopolis that neutrality is not fought. There's no better reason to miss than how we met."

"... you don't take your life for it."

"The original purpose is separate. You are the so-called 'destination price'. I never thought I'd be here for you in the first place. I was bracketing the height that it would be all about adventurers anyway..."

Norzuri cut the words there once and glanced at me sharply.

"Later. I will tell you while I carry you to Your Majesty."

"Ku......!

I tried to jump aside to get a little distance from Norzuri.

However, the right leg, which I tried to force to do so, is pulled apart at the same time as the amputation as the right arm, and is ice marinated and detached from the effects of [repair].

I couldn't even stand, I collapsed on the spot and poked only one knee.

"(Not good......! [REPAIR] I have been cut off from the action of......!?

Eat and tie your teeth together with all the strength your back teeth have shattered.

Have you strangled yourself in the battle so far, using too much self-regeneration by [repair] in front of Norzuri?

As it is, it's quicker to get your limbs slashed off and taken away than someone around you notices strangely.

If you don't resist. If we don't buy time.

Just a little bit. Just for a moment.

For example, until that moment when Garnett can shake the blade and leave Norzuri, he has to endure it even when he runs on a rock.

But how?

Right arm and right leg were taken.

I'm sure the left arm will be slashed off with the blade to be returned.

Aside from loading the crossbow with the next bullet, it won't even come true to pull out the sword lowered to your left hip.

In moments that seem forever, thoughts overlap acceleration and heating without bounds.

Distorted vision. My head is about to burst even now.

Opened enough to even remember the pain, "The Right Eye of Ji" continues to capture the moment when Norzuri waves his sword at low speeds to the unusual.

I'm no longer left with a hitter.

"(- No, there is. Just one -)"

It's not necessarily possible that the status quo can be overshadowed where I cut that hand tag.

But you can never just lose without doing anything.

For a moment until the blade arrived, I laid my hands on Me (...) Da (...) Li (...) O (...) n (...), which I kept in my coat pocket, infusing with magic all over me.

- Norzuri couldn't help but doubt my eyes.

Luke Whitewolf, who should not have had the art of resisting, prevented the slaughter carried out at an inevitable speed and angle with his right (...) arm (...).

It's not about raw bone meat.

Beautiful arm of clear ice craftsmanship, rough as armor and stained with red blood in a marble (marble) pattern.

This human (cousin) used ice generated by any means to [repair] his lost right arm.

That's not all the anomalies that happened to Luke Whitewolf.

The eaten teeth were sharp and pointy as teeth; the left eye, which kept the shape of a man, was stained as gray as a wolf; and the hair turned to dark spotted gray white.

And the right orbit, transformed into the 'right eye of the wisdom', as if the breakage of the ceramic doll were spreading, crushing from the edge of the orbit continues to widen the hole, and magic similar to the blue flame is erupting violently.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh!"

"You! That's it now......!

Norzuri gets a beastly roar and jumps back.

Luke Whitewolf pulled out the sword he lowered to his hips with his right arm of ice and, keeping its momentum, broke both the crossbows that had been removed and left unattended on the ground.

- No, that's not all.

They cut off the crossbow and integrated the Mithril that was used inside it into the side of the sword.

Luke Whitewolf stretches his left arm toward Norzuri, who jumped straight back.

It is not a wasted scratch to stop the escape, etc.

Ice gathers on the shaft with the sword held in his right hand, and the (...) spear (...) of ice (...) with the sword body as the tip, which takes in the misrill, is shaped.

Is that a move that can be attributed to the high degree of affinity that Mithril has with magic powers?

The extended left arm is a spare motion for throwing the spear.

No longer a hole and cracked 'right eye' to the cheekbone captures the norzuri, and the right leg, compensated by ice, just like the right arm, steps onto the surface and the throw of his body rolls out.

"Whoa!

Norzuri waves his sword down to intercept the throw.

But the sword body, the moment it touched the sword that turned into the tip of the ice spear, broke easily as if it were a glass worker.

"... Ha ha...!

Without passing the metal armor as if by accident, the tip of the ice spear pierces Norzuri's torso.

The tip wears the meat deep down to the pattern as the original sword, and from the back the bloody cut protrudes, and the blood overflowing from the torso dyes the pattern of ice red.

Almost as the deep-handed Norzuri bent his knee and collapsed, so did Luke, who squeezed all his strength, fall and fall again on the spot.