Reincarnation Monarch

"Nagaraja. I thought you lost your mind and started attacking villages.

Elle asked the confronting Nagaraja quietly so.

But Nagaraja never answered Elle's question.

"Hmm... haven't you been silent for a while? That's okay. Whatever the reason, I will defeat the Lord. Are there any more differences?

Neither did Nagaraja's response to Elle's ultimatum.

"Fine. Then... come!

Elle says, showing a large cat family carnivore leap, and hitting the neck of Nagaraja in a single fly.

But Nagaraja succeeded in quickly turning herself around and barely fleeing Elle's full assault.

"Shit! Don't do it"

Elle, who was sent to assault, quickly flipped to assault again when he was in position in the hollow.

And as I looked at the nagaraja to carefully twist it, I kicked and hit the hollow again.

But once upon a time Nagaraja sent him, and Elle repented with a tongue strike.

"Hmm... didn't you move faster than earlier, Lord? Or was I just a little off guard last time... well, either way is fine. Because I can't help playing around here forever. Isn't it time to settle?"

With that said, Elle began walking in the hollow, slowly packing a little distance from Nagaraja.

And most importantly, crossing the absolute safety zone between the two, Elle's appearance suddenly disappeared into the void.

Although Nagaraja reacted with Pickle for a moment when she saw it, she did not make it any slight afterwards and just waited still for Elle's way out.

Then time flowed mischievously, and the surroundings of Nagaraja were enveloped in a constant silence.

But it was suddenly broken without any foretaste.

He appeared out of nowhere with Elle biting into Nagaraja's neck.

Nagaraja stretched her sickle full of eyes at the sudden event, screaming with a golden cut that split her ear.

"What do you say? The trick of this instantaneous movement of mine. Aren't you surprised you don't even have a voice?... No, scream as much as you want... No, that's fine."

When Elle put it that way, he started spraying more good magma than he could in his mouth.

Nagaraja then loathed herself greatly, but Elle's sharp fangs were eating firmly into the roots of her neck, never leaving.

Magma drifted from the neck muscle of Nagaraja and scorched every part of the body's surface at a scorching high temperature.

Then suddenly, Nagaraja utterly unresponsive to Elle's call until then.

But the word was as suspicious as an ear to Elle.

"... who the hell are you? ……