Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

The two finish off many demons, the number of which reaches an amount that cannot be counted in the past.

Low to A-rate.

If you're an S-rate demon, you two choose to escape according to your instincts. The number of defeats, and the number of escapes. I can't count either.

The monster of habit went from experience to search for a way to punish him. Life and death are always next to each other for two people who have a long life in the outside world. So we've saved ourselves a waste of time leading to hunting for our prey.

If you can't do it with a single blow, target your feet first and seal your movements. If you are a monster rich in restorative functions, drop your neck first. If that doesn't work, aim for similarities to the sensors.

Nature and petrified tactics became a force for survival.

Killing and killing is a natural occurrence in living outside, as if it were a stone's throw.

Rare and Meir, in their swinging vision at high speeds, do set their aim for the target. It would still be because of the experience of living together that the means of attack seemed similar to both.

I didn't know the word Demon Nucleus until I met Cyan. Until then, if you break a sparkling, or dirty, hard mass, the demon dies, that's all that was true. Even in a narrow world, there is no great opening inside and out to know.

Wonder and Meir could see her whole body feeling sharpened as if she would miss the old days. Deal with inexperienced carbides and take away the biocides.

Rare was also aware of the exhilaration that sprang from the inside out with Zowari. The feeling of temperatures being lost from this skin seemed to have informed me that my head had completely switched to combat mode.

The two kick at the wall at the same time and rush through a straight line to the demon in an instant.

A large, drawn AWR received magic and emitted a magical formula engraved to fulfill his master's wishes.

Sliding through the sides of the two big men, they land, pulling traces on the ground.

Hmm. The sigh I felt so lacking came from Rare. She flaunts her favorite AWR at the same time as landing, circling it on hand and finally taking it to her shoulder.

"This is not cool."

It's a good place to clap out even if you're exhilarated by novel chemicals, if you knock them down lightly.

Almost at the same time I finished defeating Meir and leaked my thoughts like Rare.

"You're soft. I think I killed the flesh of the beast."

This one was a tone that included surprise through the clap. Meir doesn't mention the speed with which he came here and knocked him down.

The AWR, which the two of them had made to order, was trained by leading technicians and blacksmiths, who also had the magic formula carved. It was a weapon as the two requested, but all those involved in the production blessed it with an incomplete grin.

That should be it, too. Because they named AWR [Meat Cutting].

Unlike the nature of the original AWR, they were thinking about using it in a practical way. The point is as a tool for cooking outside.

Can I say that it is a tool for cracking firewood and a pragmatic focus outside the combat aspect?

Either way, the two AWRs were endless supremes made of premium materials unrivaled in the banalis.

Thanks to that, I haven't seen a blade ruin so far in an attempt to rub it against the wall.

Rae and Meir look at each other subtly. That should have been intentional, too, because I took it down lightly.

The blade, diagonally from shoulder to hip, is closer to being cut in half than slashed.

Speaking of unexpected things, there was no more blood than I had imagined.

"I knew it was boring. You killed all this, so Cyan would be happy, too?

"I'm telling you. It was actually following you, students? Men and women? I left it. I'd rather be scolded first."

"Huh!? I thought you weren't coming. Lost?

"Neither Rae nor Meir have a map. If you mean lost, we're lost."

"Rae, you know the way home?

It's not a big problem for both of us, like being lost —— if it's outside, though.

Even here in the outside world, it's not like the outside world you two know. Of other countries, it might be dangerous to remember the path that came if it was also a mineral deposit.

My memory is better, but I'm not willing to remember it from both of us in the first place, so I can say it's impossible to grasp the inside of a maze of mineral deposits through the difficulties.

Secondly, Rae recalls an earlier conversation.

"Yes. We're going to destroy the Devil's Nucleus, Meir. Otherwise, you wouldn't have killed him."

"Yeah, Rare didn't hit you with a single blow."

"That's why. It doesn't count for killing."

Rae, as if to lecture, tried to talk about the Devil's Nucleus, but Meir gently flushed "highs" by controlling the tip.

The Demon Nucleus is the first thing to be dealt with in college. It is an essential knowledge for students who aspire to be magicians, no matter what the lecture.

"Right, Ra..................!?

Meir understands that she wants to expose the knowledge she's gained, but it's not something Rare once again told me about the same thing in the class we've been hearing together. Even though she wasn't asleep, Meir pointed a troublesome, stinky gaze at Rae.

It was also a depressing side of Rae stretching out as her sister.

"It's my sister, I didn't have to decide what to do," said the foolishly vomited word, never reaching Rae.

On the contrary, Rae slaps Pom Pom and his shoulder to get Mere in the mood.

Don't even know Meir's chi, Rae calls in an adult tone that doesn't look good with "holla holla".

However, Rae's expression didn't really cut out the innocence of the child.

"You see," she said in a floating tone. Ahead, the demon of the big man, whom she thought she had killed earlier, stands in an odd position. They were both torn from their shoulders and their arms were about to fall off.

"Heh, he wasn't dead."

Once again, the power of madness cages in the gripping AWR.

Demons do not die precisely while we do not destroy the nucleus of demons. Still, I expected Meir to be on the verge of death. I was betrayed in a good way.

But the big man's condition was gradually going crazy, and the torn wound showed a spread--not healing, but worsening.

Though I said I slashed him, I didn't cut him off completely. Even so, the magical effect, or wound, had now completely divided the demonic torso up and down.

With a cheeky and strangely vivid sound, the demon's upper body fell to slip through the diagonal wound.

——

"What, it!

The demon, who became the upper body, poked his arm with a sword in his hand on the ground. Dark green fluids like paint wet the ground, on top of which the big man's upper body was balanced by only one arm.

That's what I thought while I was at it.

A small leg grows from the big man's wound, and the slashed meat thrives. Gradually, her body color also darkened and she regained her flesh as a skin.

It's like regeneration. I can say that life is equal to being born again.

The repair of defects can be seen by many demons. However, it is common sense that there is some difference in the rate of repair and must now be more known than naming a magician.

But this big man's demon instantly repaired the missing spot —— no, restored it and showed it.

Demons can be repaired only by the presence of a nucleus of demons. This big man's body is completely disjointed. In other words, it would be obvious that there is a repairable demonic nucleus either way. However, the other chunk of meat was normally supposed to return to magic.

So this is --.

They're splitting up.

Rare, nailed like that unusual, spinned the words blindly.

Lost arms and head had already grown from the lower body as well. The condition is as if it crawls out of the hole, raising the flesh of the wound more and more.

While doing so, the demons with new masks were created from the lower body, and of the first two demons defeated, the demons with only the upper body are already able to do the lower body.

Kneeling as if kneeling to the throne's master, he saw the demon slowly rising, creating a deep wrinkle that both Rae and Meir disgusted between their brows.

"The Devil's Nucleus is split, is it?

Rare, who flashed out, came to think of the division of the demonic nucleus. It was doubtful because she didn't understand herself well. There are limits to the degree of knowledge learned in the College lectures. But the only way to embrace out of common sense is to put it in place that way.

For this reason, Rae, who is relatively diligent, combined with the adaptability he developed in the outside world, summed up and rationalized the knowledge he could possess for unreasonable phenomena.

Oddly, the reasoning represented staying watched, but it was also the right answer.

The presence or absence of a demonic nucleus was clear at the time when the demon, which was formerly one, was divided into two bodies and showed independent movement. Some individuals have more than one demon nucleus, but the demon in front of them has either repaired the defect or created a demon nucleus at the same time.