Sword of Glutton Princess

Belzevute flies to my current soldier with his arms swinging.

The soldier had received well with the Magic Sword, but seemed to be pushed by the momentum of Belzevute.

"Holy shit!

A military man played Belzevue's nails and tried to stick a blade against her.

Belzevute took that blade with the back of his left and right hand overlaid.

There was a blade through the back of her hand, but it stopped in front of her face.

"Do it, Dean!

Belzevute screams.

I stepped forward from the side of Belzevute and swung through the Devil's Sword Belzeera with all my might.

A blade wound runs on the military man's chest.

While spitting blood out of his mouth, the soldier was gripping his magical sword and staring at me.

At that time, Mani, who was approaching the military from the opposite side of Belzevute, hit him in the head with "The Devil's Hammer Gadolas".

Blood broke out and the military finally fell.

It took three of us, but we managed to take them down.

I disappeared from the Belzevute I created with psychic magic (Trupa).

Somehow, it's good to be able to keep Belzevute until you defeat your opponent.

This is the second time Petit Demordi has been published.

My magic is getting pretty tough, too.

"Are you okay? Dean."

To Mani's voice, I looked up.

She was guarding my surroundings instead of me.

We're in a state of confusion now. No matter where the attack flies from, it's not weird.

"Oh, bad, Mani"

Garlock said he would decide in thirty seconds.

Even if it is painful, there is no respite that is stopping your hand.

At that time, Edda was also where she was hunting down one military man.

Her onslaught will not allow the opponent to fight back.

Every dozen of them fall apart, poking at the gap and further breaking down the opponent.

Where a decisive gap thus arose, Edda swung heavily.

This was a blow to my mind.

"Imaginary Knife"

A crack in the soldier who was fighting with Garlock for two turned his magical guide sword to Edda, who was in the blind spot.

The magic formation unfolded and two knives ejected from it pierced Edda's shoulder.

It was psychic magic (Trupa) for ranged attacks.

"Guh!"

"Edda!"

"It's sweet. You can't make gaps in a mixed war."

She was a short, brown twin-tailed woman.

I laughed my ass off and said so to show it to him, taking care of Garlock.

No matter, I knew it.

Some of the average soldier is no different than some of the less middle-class adventurers, naturally mixed with monsters.

Obviously the woman was used to the exchange of life.

Edda and I didn't create a gap out of sweetness.

However, I guess I had to neglect my guard around me because of the rush to defeat my opponent a little faster.

"Well done, Chelsea!

His opponent, who was fighting Edda, said so.

Probably the name of a twin-tailed head.

Edda, with a knife of psychic magic (Trupa) piercing her shoulder, fluttered and defenseless on the spot.

Poking through that gap, a soldier who was fighting Edda waved a magic sword at her.

"Ha! Lucky for you, I got it!

That prevented Edda from keeping the blade vertical, but not in time for a moment.

The blade was deeply slashing Edda's abdomen.

Blood scattered and Edda collapsed to the ground with her eyes open.

I hadn't let go of my hand from the Magic Sword, but there was blood leaking out of my mouth.

The wound is pretty deep.

The military went on to beat Edda's back messily with a magical guiding sword.

Her back jumps and a red and black scar runs.

He also had a strong hand holding the Magic Sword.

"You slashed me scattered! Fuck you!

The soldier grabs the Magic Sword with both hands and tries to stick it up Edda's back.

"Stop it!

When I was slaughtered by a soldier, the soldier took it with a blade.

"Huh... what, you're less powerful than this woman over here? I don't know how fast!

A soldier slashes the Magic Sword to the right and to the left.

I tried so hard to prevent it, but every dozen of them were out of shape.

Quite the opposite of when Edda was.

If it hadn't been for the obstruction of the female soldier's psychic magic (Trupa) then it would have been Edda who would have won.

Was Edda hunting him down to one more step without difficulty for a guy like this?

"I'll send you to the same place as that woman right there!

He threw a spike around his neck.

I knock my neck down to the side while guarding it with "Hardness".

They slashed the end, but this is a bit deep, but it's almost like a plunder wound.

"I'm here too. Yikes!

Mani unleashed a blow of The Devil's Hammer Gadolas from a military man's blind spot.

"Shit!"

The military jumped forward and dodged it, but that was just the big gap.

I poked my blade at the soldier's balls.

The soldier pukes his magic sword out of his hand as he spits blood.

My body swayed and fell on the spot.

At that time, from Edda's hand, her demon-guided sword fell.

A demon-guided sword falling to the ground makes a noise with Galan.

"E, Edda......?

I took my eyes off the military and held Edda, who remained down, unwillingly quiet.

"If so, fool...... I told you before. He said," Don't touch me too hard. "

Edda said so in a weak voice.

Edda is still alive.

"Good......"

Tears overflow from the back of my eyes.

I put my hand on Edda's abdominal wound.

Pretty deep.

Blood overflowed and my hands quickly stained red.

Besides, this is not all.

He must have been hit hard in the back, too.

I was going to know that by my head.

Someone could die.

He said he might get seriously injured.

I may have caught it somewhere sweet.

"... yet, the enemy remains. I'll be fine. This is where you die."

That's what Edda said as she squeezed.

I bowed my head small, put Edda to sleep on the spot, and ran to those where Garlock and the military were engaged.

Garlock should have been dealing with the two of them, but that's just how it should be, the other guy was alone at some point.

They knocked one down safely.

The opponent was Chelsea, a female soldier with tuntail hair, who resulted in serious injury to Edda.

"What's wrong, bro? Hey, can't you do it anymore? Are you already a jerk?

Garlock had suffered several fine hand injuries.

If it was regular Garlock, I'm sure it would have been as easy to defeat as that Chelsea.

But now Garlock has a burn on his arm and Odd's fatigue, not the earliest he can fight properly.