The Branded Female Fencer

Looking back at Eliza after Elsa blew up all the anomalies, she was just finishing the slaughter again that wasn't there. There is no fear in those who do not. I guess that's why he jumped himself into the whirlwind-like slaughter of Eliza without even knowing it was self-destructive. If we had kept our distance and hunted it down, we could have fought a little better.

Nevertheless, Elsa didn't plan on using Delay Spell here either, and I'm pretty sure it's wearing out unexpectedly. Eliza, who finished slashing everything, doesn't seem to be the only one injured, but she's just out of breath, and most importantly, she's bleeding badly. The brilliant blonde is nearly half red stained with returning blood.

"Terrible fit, Eliza."

"Ah... excuse me"

In an attempt to pluck Eliza's return blood, Eliza receives with a slightly confused look the cloth Elsa used to cover her double sword. Elsa feels that Eliza is also quite present when she sees how it is, and thinks about giving her a break for once.

"Eliza, rest a little. I'll do the shopping while I can."

"Planting... what is it?

"I will destroy this facility."

When Elsa says so, she examines all parts of this room, looks for areas that seem to support her, places that look brittle, and applies the earlier Delay Spelling. Other things like the tank at the end of the strange tube in the room will be similarly witnessed and set up in consultation with their own residual magic.

Elsa can set up the magic of this explosion of sacred attributes by setting her own activation time at will. Until then, of course, if it disarms before activation, but they can detonate it in 5 seconds after touching it in the shortest possible time. No matter how masterful the curse is, Elsa was treading that the curse could not be lifted in five seconds. Even the equipped fist. As long as she can touch the actual opponent, she can drive him to death. Even if you don't die at all, no organism will follow no damage at all, albeit bursting magic from zero distance to small scale.

When Kazas had previously argued with Miranda, he accused the Arnelian Church of keeping magic a secret, but I wonder if it would. Because the Church of Arnelia is generally known as a group of dedicated defenses, it is difficult to be perceived as a threat despite a group of that size, but those who have witnessed the actual way of fighting the Knights of the Temple are well aware of their combat abilities. The magic used by the Arnelian Church is never just like recovery. There are numerous attack witchcraft that can only be taught to those who act alone, such as priests or pilgrimages. It was not made public because it was too much of a sorcery for the Arnelian Church to list externally, such as charity and salvation.

Conversely, like Elsa, there are people on pilgrimage duty who have qualities for these unpublished attack witchcraft. Otherwise a pilgrimage that could crusade demons everywhere would be impossible at best. But this magic used by Elsa consumes a lot of magic. The power of the explosion has its limits, and it doesn't mean that if you hit it, you can set it up at the same time. I need time for a "hoard" to activate magic, and I can't set it up if I take the surprise. Earlier I managed to buy some time, but conveniently Anomaly spoke out of herself, so it was possible to prepare for good magic. During an earlier conversation, Elsa had already finished preparing her magic.

"You have a twitch."

I thought the retreat here was unavoidable, so it was gratifying for Elsa just to be able to do the trick slowly this way. Elsa draws a magic formation here at the same time, even once again, in chalk. Finish the trick all the way and see what magic you have left.

"About half the time. Can we get another room? I don't know how big this facility is anymore."

Elsa returns to Eliza, even though she says so. At the same time, in order to know the time to explode, point the hourglass at the luggage on your back. The hourglass, fixed to a sturdy built back to withstand the battle as well, indicates that we must retreat at all costs if the sand falls out.

It's also important to see how Eliza is doing. If we can fight any harder mentally, we have to think about blowing it up here alone and going back. There was already some harvest. However, since this room is apparently a laboratory, it is Elsa's true desire to keep only the site of the Demon King's Manufacturing. Rather, we might also say that that is the essence of this infiltration.

Inside, Elsa speaks kindly to Eliza, holding back the feeling of doing it.

"Eliza, have you calmed down a bit?

"Yes, it's all right now. But..."

Eliza shows Elsa her double sword. The body was rusty as it had been used for a long time. Until earlier, it should have been brand new.

"This is"

"Their blood looks like acid, doesn't it? It doesn't seem to dissolve the skin, but the metal seems to corrode. I could have managed in the earlier battle, but if I had slashed as many as 10 bodies later, it might have broken. And Elsa's Fist."

Elsa sees Fist as a hack. The misrills, which should not rust in rare things, were corroded. It doesn't seem to be Eliza's double-sword range, but this might not do any good.

"I didn't know you'd waste your misrills. They'll do it, even though it's precious."

"How would you like it? I'm sure any further advance would involve further danger."

"... this place will explode in an instant or so. Let's move on until then."

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To put it that way, I didn't seem dissatisfied with Eliza anymore. Even the two of us headed further back through the entrance where the Anomalies came in. Although neither of them are sensors, some signs can be explored. The two looked at each other for too little sign, but proceeded cautiously back.

Apparently this is a place where we usually go and go, with lit candles on the walls placed at regular intervals and no need to get used to our eyes already. It's good to be walkable, but the unpleasant feeling drifting from the back of the facility is getting stronger.

I walked another half an hour or so or the hourglass had fallen to nearly half. Two people ready to go further back find a descending staircase on their left. The road continues in the front as well, but Elsa had an intuition that she couldn't really overlook that dark hole as if inviting her to the underworld. Eliza looked a little anxious, but did she feel Elsa's will was strong, seeing Elsa take a step and she goes on again later.

The back of the stairs took a long time to get used to the dark, but the stairs were not long enough to get out into the large room. There seems to be something glowing about the dim, which doesn't mean I can't see it at all. There were some doors that were open down the stairs, so given that there was light in the hallway until earlier and that there was no light in this room, it could be assumed that there was no one there. Then Elsa, who had decided to turn on the light thoughtfully, closed the door and lit the bright light on the pine light she had brought in (the sweet potatoes), illuminating the inside of the room. The thing that got into her eyes at that moment...

"Ahhh!

"Ah!"

I accidentally mentioned the voice of a girl, not just Eliza, but even Elsa. I can't help it, because what was in front of me with the lights was some kind of head that was as good as a human body stuffed in a big pot of transparency. Besides, his eyes are so open, his eyes are so bloody that he could kill people just for staring. The mouth is sewn and the skin is green. No, is the color of the liquid green? It was hard to say just by the lights of the pine lights.

Though it came as a surprise for a moment, there were a number of similar pots around when Elsa lit up the area, who soon calmly returned. In the pot, which is about twice the back length of Elsa and Eliza, not only the face, but also the arms, body, feet, etc. It contains the parts of each body of a truly diverse organism, of varying sizes and sizes. Eliza asks Elsa a question as she looks around the pot.

"Dear Elsa, what the hell is this?"

"I don't know either... Eliza, we may have found something very difficult."

There's such a big pot in front of Elsa. It contained an indescribable organism whose body was a crustacean, whose hands and feet were tentacles, and whose head was a bamboo. My body is connected to a tube that extends from outside the kettle, but I can clearly see its body pulsating. The creatures in the kettle are alive.

"I've just seen it, like Sahaggin, River Horse (Kelpy), Rock Bird, Sandworm, etc... it's an on-parade of all sorts of creatures. There's a good chance this is where the Demon King is made."

"Here."

When Eliza says slightly emotionally, she rushes up onto the pot in a mild motion about what she thought. With Elsa on her ass a little bit into abrupt behavior, Eliza, up on the pot, looks around.

"Dear Elsa, may I borrow a pine light?

"Fine. It!"

He cleverly receives the pine lights thrown by Elsa, and Eliza illuminates his surroundings. Apparently this is a pretty big room unlike the lab earlier, and the lights don't get to the corner of the room. But I can see that the kettles are equally spaced, and there are great numbers lined up. What if there are a number of such individuals at your feet right now? Eliza shook her head left and right to shake off her unpleasant predictions, jumping off the pot.

"What do you think?

"The light didn't reach the edge of the room. So I don't know exactly, but I was wondering if there's at least a hundred more pots here."

"That sucks. With all these production plants operating at full capacity, I wonder if we can quickly build enough force to take down a country. It won't be easy."

"How would you like it? I wonder if we should blow this place up."

"Right..."

There's probably not enough magic to blow this place up, but if Elsa thinks we should destroy even some of it, doesn't she hear anything?

"Eliza, can't you hear anything?

"What? Nothing... no, this is"

Katoon, Katoon

I can hear you slowly coming down the stairs. The door has been tightened so I can't possibly hear that, but Eliza clearly heard that sound as well. Even if there is nothing that emits sound around you. It is a strange thing. But it was the same for both of us that the footsteps sounded like the footsteps of Reaper.

Elsa hurriedly turns off the pine light and hides herself from the door with Eliza in the pot.

Gee...

So much so that he loses it, and makes a murmuring noise, and the door opens, and the Lord of the footsteps enters. At that moment, it was felt by the two of them as if the air in the room itself had frozen. But the Lord of footsteps stopped his feet where he entered the room, and there was no footsteps this time. In the meantime it was so unpleasant that the two of them were letting their bodies stretch without even breathing.

Zari, Zari

So much so that the Lord of Footsteps begins to walk. It is dirt below, so it does not completely erase the footsteps. The two of them lurked themselves in a pot quite far from the door, but they seemed to be hesitant to move or even breathe. Instinct tells Elsa and Eliza. Never move.

But strangely, the Lord of Footsteps walks straight to the two of us. You're not supposed to see anything without a light on, as if you knew you two were there. For once, the magic of avoiding sensors is practiced by both of us before infiltration, but it probably has nothing to do with the Lord of Footsteps. If the place is out of place, then this place should leave soon. Yet,

"(Oh, I can't move my legs... how could you!?

Elsa was like a frog stared at by a snake. She's been fighting for a long time, but this has happened since I had her paired up with Miriazal once and for all. Other than that, I don't even remember when I fought demons and warcraft of the Demon King class. Elsa had already noticed herself, instead of her back, sweating and shaking all over her body.

While doing so, the footsteps slowly, but surely, come close. Even though I have to run away right away, Elsa's feet really don't listen to me. Though his body was paralyzed, he was strangely calm in his head.

"(I die like this. How can you not know what your body is going to say when you feel so sure that death is so close that it also resembles the feeling that you are yourself?

The footsteps were already approaching the other side of the pot where the two were hiding. I guess the Lord of Footsteps knew where the two were hiding from the beginning. Running away from here is unbearable. Die here with nothing you can do. No, I hope he just dies, but I'm pretty sure he'll be made an experimental comforter by a pervert like Anomaly earlier. The body of a woman who was dead laughing hits the back of her brain. How much hell would I see to die like that? While I can't even imagine, there's something about grabbing Elsa's shoulder.

If Fu and Elsa raised their eyes, there was Eliza with a crying face there. I'm trying so hard to wink with my right eye, but I haven't been able to do well whether it's clumsy or from nervousness. But because of the pressing circumstances facing this death, Elsa returned me to some strange trick. Nothing, Elsa completely forgot about it while instructing Eliza what if. Eliza said she was faithfully following what Elsa said in the same situation.

And at the same time, the moment the black hair came into view from the shade of the pot, Elsa was activating the sorcery she was setting in motion.

Continued