Sword of Glutton Princess

I'm headed for the old white devil's guide.

The ability to kill the magic wand itself is low because it does not have a blade… it is possible to swing and fight well, and it is likely to have magic other than healing magic (heel).

If you're the type of white soldier who can't fight, I'd appreciate it...

You little brat.

The old man stripped out his teeth and laughed, aiming his wand at me.

Coming, maybe some kind of radiation magic (attack)!

It was an assumed pattern.

But even if I knew, the radiation magic from the front (Attack) is usually a thin line that can be avoided, given the possibility that the old man is a higher-level magic conductor than I am.

Even the same radiation magic (attack) varies depending on whether it is a linear system or a diffusion system.

If you just outdo it, you have as many hands as you can take.

If you jump to the side big enough, you'll be able to dodge it for now.

But even if they avoid a direct hit, if they create a gap, they lose their chance to slap the enemy White Devil mentor here.

"I'll help you, Belzevute!

I put up my magic sword.

The magic formation unfolds over the tip of the sword.

"Petite Demordi!

"Flame!

Me and the old man chanted at the same time.

From my magic formation emerged Belzevute, who gained a tentative appearance by Petit Demordi, and from the old man's magic formation the flame of Flame blew away.

...... glad to have insurance.

Rather than just healing magic (heel), radiation magic (attack) was also top notch.

Besides, it was a wide-ranging diffusion system.

Flame is a Rank C Radiological Magic (Attack).

Rank C is the highest-ranking magic that only the top few Romaburg adventurers have been able to meet.

"This concubine, the ruler of the demonic world, has been used as a shield over and over again!

Belzevute says to himself in a mockery.

"Wow, bad...... this is the only one I could get my hands on"

"I'll have three more servings of steak added to the Victory Festival treat, Dean!

Belzevute licks his tongue and jumps into the flames.

I ran after that back.

Let them run through the Belzevute in the shortest possible distance, except for the fire.

I bowed my back and stuck through the Flame flames as I withstood the heat.

Belzevute went through the flames and shook his nails at the old man.

"Chip! What a sturdy demon!

An old man prevents Belzevute's nails with his magic wand.

Well prevented.

This old man won't be exactly the White Soldier type, but I guess the level itself is pretty high.

But with power, Belzevute wins only marginally.

The magic drain is intense, but this is no place to spare.

Fold all at once.

"I can guess now! Crisifics!

Behind the old man, a cross rose.

It is the Turpa, a spiritual magic for restraint, of Gaza that was part of the Grey Church.

Chained crosses can be created by magic.

Because it is slow to activate, it cannot be used as a single shot and it cannot be used as a restraint because it is highly depleted of magic.

But as long as it is decided, it is an excellent magic that even the opponent can unilaterally attack and defeat.

To come out behind you, the surest way to avoid it is to stay in front, but now in front of the old man stands a belzevute that is not easily pushed away.

The old man himself tries to escape to the right as he pokes Belzevute with his magic wand.

Belzevute avoided the penetration of the magic wand and moved to block the old man's escape.

Go on and aim at the old man with the hook claws of his hand.

He had deliberately induced evasion in a major swing, inhibiting the movement of the old man.

"This is who I am... I can't be hit by this kid...!

The old man succumbs and tries to escape the spot as if rolling.

But a chain stretched from the cross wraps around the body of the old man, trying to pull him back to the cross.

The old man tried to resist the pulling power of the chain, but Belzevute's nails were mercilessly waved down where the movement had stopped.

A sharp wound ran from his face to his thighs.

"Gu, gu!

Still, however, the old man does not loosen his power to try to unravel the chain.

Then when I arrived, I stuck a magic sword blade in the old man's chest.

After the old man's eyes look at me, he slowly lowers it down to his own chest.

Blood erupted from my mouth.

I thought I knocked him down. That's when the old man's eyes opened wide.

"It's just death, I am."

He broke the chain, put his head forward a lot, and ate it into my arm with his sword still protruding.

Inevitable.

I aggressively cured my arm using "Hardness" and pressed it against the old man's mouth.

The old man's teeth snapped and his nose crushed.

Saliva and blood hang.

"Well, forgive me, Master Ornor..."

The old man's neck wobbles.

I unlocked the psychic magic "Trupa" of "Crisifics" and "Petit Demordi".

The old man's body fell on the spot.

Odd's light leaks from his bloody body and enters me.

"Ya, knocked him down......! We've defeated the enemy White Devil!

The other adventurers looked at me with incredible eyes.

Heydall was just grinning like he was relieved, but Gumdon was peeling his eyes off and looking at me.

I bet you didn't think an anonymous new adventurer could slip through the protection of the Grey Church and argue for a White Devil mentor.

Whatever it is, this should make the fight easier.

This will not force unilateral wear and tear.

All or you can push the interests of the number of adventurers to fight.

Besides, this old man also served as a command tower at the same time as the White Devil's mentor.

Now if the opponent who lost the Commander collapses, the winning chance on the Adventurer's side will be considerably bigger......!

"You're dead from a gorilla push, you're hilarious"

Digg, the magical guide of the Grey Church, looks back at me as he deals with three adventurers at the same time, licking his tongue with pleasure.

"Bye! He said you didn't have to form a formation and fight foolishly! Grandpa, I'll take the guy who killed you! Because it sounds interesting!

Digg played the belly of the Adventurer's blade barely with his eyes on me, pushing the knife in and tearing his opponent's belly deep.

The other two come at me in an upset gap, inverted.

It was a mistake to expect a general theory from these guys.

The spirituality of the Grey Church is always a monster.