Summoned Slaughterer

"Haha! What, you'd be surprised!?

Agathion wields his left arm, whose tip disappears from his elbow. Thousands of chopped and worn cross sections are as rough as white sand walls as necks.

One, two, three also found out that I ruptured my left forearm, but I didn't know the reason.

One, two, three jumped back with their arms forward at the moment they could play, protecting their faces and throats. But the damage taken was serious.

"Is it magic...?

"Yes. How was the explosion of pure magic, unimaginable to you mortals? How does it feel to have your arms broken by a bump?

As Agathion puts it in a mockery mix, one, two, three arms are bloody from elbow to tip.

The sleeves on the road were shortened as if forced to tear them apart, the arms were on the outside of the forearm put forward to cover, but the bones were safe but the skin was torn, the muscles bounced off and the tip wouldn't move from the elbow.

"That's your first time. We've been hit so far."

"Oh, you're outgoing. You're calm. I thought I'd cry more."

Too bad, Agathion shook his head.

The chosen throat has been repaired in the meantime, and my left arm is starting to grow slightly.

Naturally, one, two, three are not naturally cured. The blood that runs, it doesn't stop.

He looked like he was breathing.

"I am, aren't I?

pseudo, but Agathion laughs.

A collection of materials that materialize magic, they say they just keep their human form pseudo, but still reproduce their breathing and beating.

"You know, I used to be a normal demon."

The magic failure caused by its own magic manipulation replaced it with the magic materialized by the whole body, but I can tell by explaining it anyway, Agathion said no more.

"Well, if you find out I can't kill you normally... shall we end this?"

Fegor will soon die, Agathion distracted himself.

At that moment, one, two, three rushed to Agathion again, as if he felt no pain.

"What are you doing?"

It's not funny, agathione shooting out stone rubble after stone.

One, two, and three, who tilted their bodies and forced them to reciprocate, stretched a pitch-black blade from their right arm.

"Huh?!

Agathion, who accidentally raised his voice, was cut off from his shoulder by his left arm, which he played on a black blade without knowing why.

"Hey, what the hell, that's!

"I tried it, but it works."

The identity of the black blade was a reshaping of the mere retrieval port of storage made of dark magic.

It is so thin that it cannot be seen from the side that no organism can pass through it, so if it is done well, it can be used as a physical weapon.

"If you can use it, it's just fine"

One, two, three strange sword strikes continue as we approach the force push with the ghoulish.

Agathion tried to hold the blade down with his right arm, tapping it to lick it up from the diagonal bottom, but tore his right forearm vertically.

In addition, one, two, three, take a step back and slash the slaughter as it is cut down into pieces.

"Oh?"

Losing his blood, one, two, three breathing on his shoulders noticed something strange.

"Why do we need to avoid it? Anyway, a body made of materialized magic would have no problem getting slashed."

"Hey, I don't know! I've been using strange magic, I'm just surprised!

One, two, and three calmly cut through and slashed away the further debris that struck them.

I'm getting used to Agathion's attack speed and ballistics.

Step further in, one, two, three point the blade from the hands and feet to the face and to the torso.

It was time for my fourth slaughter.

"Oops!

Agathion raised his voice and glanced, slashing.

So, one, two, three moves stop.

"... what's wrong, human? Is it time for the limit?

I mock Agathion as provoking one, two, three, but one, two, three are shaking my shoulders.

……

"Fukukukuku...... Hi-ha-ha!

One, two, three laughed out like an explosion the moment Agathion, leaning his neck, floated the stone debris into the universe again for about ten years.

"Hey, what the..."

One, two, three, who stopped laughing perfectly, looked at Agathion with serious eyes.

"From now on, I will kill you. If you kill me before then, you win."

What now, and the moment Agathion frowned, the onslaught of one, two, three begins again. Unlike earlier, however, the blade is stubbornly aimed at the chest.

"Gu!"

Agathion spitefully distracts himself from poking and slashing at the expense of his arms, which fly for his chest many times.

One, two, three remain silent and wave their right arm turned into a blade.

During several rounds of meetings, one, two, three blades slashed and tore Agathion's chest into one horizontal letter. But Agathion grinned.

"It was a shame. They cut my chest off."

But one, two, three don't answer that.

One, two, and three, who received the rubble flying in as a counterattack directly from the front, were crushed joints on both shoulders, and the blade on his right hand also disappeared from the tip of his sloppy, drooping arm.

"Look, I win..."

Still unstoppable, one, two, three stepped on Agathion's left foot and held him down, sticking his head beside his still remaining left arm.

"What..."

"Whoa, whoa!

When the roaring one, two, three woke up his body, Agathion's left arm was forced to jump.

Originally a move to open the side of the opponent by body and stick a short knife in the side area without armor, but this time the aim is different.

"Wow!?

A chest wound that one, two, three slashed on first. That is forced to open.

There is something red pulsating about ten centimeters in diameter, as if it were a gem buried in the sand.

The agathione, realizing it was dewy, was a blue but spare mouthful.

"Oops! You've seen my heart, I'm ashamed."

"I found it. This heartbeat is what I was looking for. It's what you've been desperately sheltering."

"Ugh... but you won't be able to move your hands anymore. That was a shame."

"Nothing, no problem"

One, two, and three stuck their faces in the chest of Agathion, who paid for the legs they were treading on and let them fall on their backs.

"No way... stop..."

Ignoring the plea, a wide open mouth, one, two, three, clings to its heart.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh......"

Forget to use magic, too, and slap one, two, three shoulders or back with your left hand.

But that won't last long either.

When the hard surface was chewed up, the inside was soft, and one, two, three front teeth unbroken through the heart.

"Pep."

When I threw up what was in my mouth, shards filled with red liquid were slammed to the floor.

From the remaining heart, drooling and sticky red fluid flows out, staining the surroundings that are sandy.

Agathion was dead, with his eyes open to fear.

"... have you finally bled"

One, two, three, who say so, have also lost a great deal of blood.

Her knees fell out and she sat on the floor more and more.

"Oh, finally"

I had no real sense that I was taking my life, whether I was choosing my throat or flying my arm, while I was fighting Agathion.

That's when I finally got a sense of fullness when I stuck it in the pulsating thing and got a scented liquid.

"Yeah. It still feels good to take the life of a word-speaking creature"

In a hazy consciousness, I squeaked and squealed.

☺☻☺

"... is that, like, dead?

Ferres, check it out.

"No way. Come on, Nyal."

There is a pile of debris in the center, pebbles and sand spread, and the shadows seen by the hall, which could have been described as majestic, are gone.

Two demonic girls who were following Wepal and vomiting abundantly in front of the main entrance are watching from the left and right of that entrance.

In front of the hall, there is the figure of Fegor, pierced by a knife and kneeling at the front, on the altar, visible in the back, of a king who shed bright red blood from his chest and fell on his back. Beside it was a human figure sitting as if watching over the king.

And I won't let that anybody be slight.

"You should wait for Captain Wepal..."

"But if you didn't help me to help, wouldn't you be angrier?

Wepal treasured two girls who could use healing magic. They are being driven out every time to help those injured in training accidents and battles.

Bennier, the deputy captain, was calling the two to the raid site because he was fought back and feared the injured would come out and the extra evidence would stay on the scene, but Wepal thought that was best if there were purely no injured or dead people.

Because of this, they did not grow at all on the battle side or elsewhere and were clearly useless on the front lines that did not last long to recover or in situations where there were no injured people.

"... just a little bit, let's get closer"

"Okay."

They had been ordered by Wepal, who was committed to containing the chaos in the castle, and by those who were hiding and watching in the castle, to confirm the situation and, if necessary, heal the wounds of the survivors to the hall where they thought one, two, three had headed.

Ferres, only one year old, approaches the fearful Fegor, and Nyal follows behind him.

They are both held knives as a degree of sorry arming, with cape feathers woven on flared skirts. But I'm not sure how to use it.

Anyway, hold the knife with both hands, boots with heels, but get ahead and kill your feelings footsteps and walk.

"Wow..."

It's dry blood. Fegor, who is out of time trying to cling to the knife, is laying on his face and can't see the look on his face.

"Dear Fegor, you're not in a state of cure."

Exactly, it's impossible to bring the dead back to life no matter how good the healing magic is.

"Hey, what's this sword..."

Nyal pointed to one, two, three knives penetrating Fegor's body.

"That's what he had, isn't it?"

Ferres pointed to the figure of one, two, three sitting back here.

"Yeah. I saw it, too. Still, this is an amazing weapon..."

When Nyal gently reached for the knife, Fegor, with his blood-running eyes open, raised his bloody face.

"You..."

I guess I'm no longer even blind. You have illusioned Nyar standing in front of you as one, two, three, opening the hand that was grabbing the (12) and stretching out towards Nyar.

"Hi-gi-ah!

In front of the situation as if the dead had moved out, Nyal shouted, and Ferres was also stiff and unable to move.

But Fegor's hand, stretched out, is bounced by a kick from the side, and does not reach Nyal.

"Have you finally broken the line?"

One, two, three with the kick in, looked down at Fegor, who fell without power.

"To, human?

"I was alive..."

Without giving ear to the girls' voices, one, two, and three clenched the pattern of a knife protruding into Fegor's chest and pulled it out at once.

"Uh-oh..."

Do you still feel the pain, holding the knife loose wound, Fegor groaned low.

"Well, it's good to be alive. Stop is still in your own hands."

I wave down the sword I swung up with the momentum I pulled out, one in two and three with my right hand.

He had already lost a lot of blood, and even when his neck was severed, he didn't bleed as much as he did.

She sat out of her hips at Fegor's head as she rolled at Nyal's feet, an awesome expression reminiscent of that grudge.

At that time his knees were around and Fegor's neck rolled in the direction of the day after.

When Nyal looked up, there was a figure of one, two, three wiping the knife with a pocket.

"Ah, there is..."

The moment Nyar, who I thought had been helped, managed to squeeze his voice and thank him, a knife was poked in front of him.

Nyar sipped with trembling, remembering that the knife, beautifully lit as if it had just been sharpened, had lightly snapped his neck earlier.

"So, you're the next guy?

I thought I was helped, but apparently not.

Neither Nyal nor Ferres, who can only look at the situation without being able to say anything right next door, should have ignored the dispatch order from Bennier, now more regrettable.