The Branded Female Fencer

"Lie. Can't believe a hammer reinforced by magic breaks the best iron ore you can take in the north?

"Don't make a scene, Tasha. Weapons are consumables, my body is the best weapon."

Verfra stayed the word and now he kept beating Dragreo in the face with his bare hands. Splashing blood tells the story of relentlessness, but the amount of blood Dragreo shed also seemed to be slowly decreasing. Nothing, even though Verfra's attackers don't look loose.

"(This guy is slowly getting used to my attacks? No, can I just say I'm tolerant)"

Poking through a flash of gaps that Verfra thought about, Dragreo unlocks the commandments of his hand. The object of the pile that was struck in the palm was pulled by force. Naturally Dragreo's hands will be scarce, but even that hand, which should have been a thousand cuts, plays instantly in front of Verfra.

"Chi, will it heal too"

"Danger!"

Dragreo's fist, which crushes even Giganotosaurus in one blow, is swinging down towards Verfra. Verfra understood with intuition that the defense was impossible and went out to intercept ready to strike. That's when the line jumped in and cut Dragreo's left foot tendon, unbalanced Dragreo became the feather to receive Verfra's fist properly.

"Buh!

"A winning chance. Man Eater, make a gap."

The Maneater only moves on the orders of the basic Doom, but this situation, and its fusion with Insomnia, had allowed for even more liberal thinking. She could tell that it wasn't a good idea to leave Dragreo alone. Besides, he is also the tenant who blew the doom.

Maneater returns the figure to the fused Warcraft. Isler Vata. A giant warcraft that crosses mountains, equal to legends no longer even in generations as old as among dragons. An ancient organism that has an extremely long cycle of activity and remains icy when it falls asleep, said to be decades. While Maneater still had not finished transforming his body into that giant beast, even Oki stomped around the area where Dragreo would be with his feet thoughtfully, with his feet so thick that the words blurred. Dorn, and the impact of the ground sounds makes everyone's body rise. They were uniformly flustered by the sudden emergence of a giant warcraft and the impact of its footsteps.

"Hey, hey."

"There will be enough for a big one!?

"Shit, dude, the demon messed with you. This would just be..."

"No, you can't."

Verfra took control of Rhine's words. At the same time, the foot of the man-eater moves perfectly.

"Hands together. Okay. That man is not like us from the ground up in the first place. It's supposed to be human."

"The bottom line?"

"Yes. I'm not talking about dimensions like high endurance or fast playback. It's life itself, wearing a man's skin."

"He said it was life itself. What's this all about?

With the words of doubt, he begins to hold up that he has no man-eater legs. I rubbed my eyes all the time saying it was my fault.

"That man usually restrains considerable power. However, it releases its power according to the target and according to the degree of wound received. So the wound heals quickly, and there are no boundaries in force. The stronger the enemy, the stronger the man will be."

"There can't be no limit. There is no such thing as infinite power."

"Of course it is. But it would be possible to have an infinitely equal power. You should ask the sensors there. How much life force do you think it is?"

Verfra pointed to Lisa. Lisa answers roughly. And now, no doubt, Maneater's feet were gradually but about to be lifted.

"... Lisa is a sensor that specializes in interpersonal, objective sensing. I'm not very sensitive to aura, sorcery, and all that invisible stuff... but that's right. By analogy, it feels like there are more people over there than Meesia. Let's just say there's a large metropolitan population stuck inside that vessel called the Man."

"Meesia, what population is it?

"That's $800,000."

Zeldos answered the Alphilis question. If he was the owner of a liquor store in Meesia, he would naturally have been familiar with Meesia. Maneater worked so hard that blood vessels on his legs emerged trying to trample Dragreo, but his legs were no longer on the rise.

Before that, Mireille was voicing surprises.

"Hey, I'm going to come out!

"Let me just ask you one thing, daughter of the sensor. Has that man's vitality diminished since the battle began?

Lifeless inquired, and Lisa nodded hesitantly.

"... for once. It's just a tiny amount when the tip of the iceberg really breaks down. That man's vitality is rather more radiant."

"Oh, my magic doesn't do much good either. It's been a long time since I've been cocked so far. But I don't have a choice."

Lifeless threw his coat off. At the same time, take a gesture of prayer with your palms facing each other. From the combined palms it appeared that some black liquid had stained out, but the liquid was a chunk of letters. When the letters dripped like liquids, they depicted a complex and immense demonic formation in the universe like no one had ever seen.

But the demon squares were only painted for a moment. As soon as the demon squares disappeared, everyone had the impression that the area had become much quieter once. Something was missing to be. Should I be so analogous? The surrounding air has transformed into a space where you can remember strange discomfort.

"This is..."

"Unbelievable... forced to quell the Spirit?

Larna felt what Lifeless had done. Lifeless forcibly manipulated a handful of spirits. He had completely driven away other spirits in order to leave only spirits convenient to the magic he himself chanted. When you can fully obey the Spirit, you must be well versed in communicating with the Spirit. That's all the qualities the lifeless had. In Larna's view, I have never heard that even a mentor could do such a thing.

"What... this is no longer equal to magic"

"It's not a mistake. From now on, I'll use magic."

Lifeless begins to converge magic into its hands. Then the hot air began to blow around the lifeless. Only around the lifeless, suddenly hot as if a desert had emerged. No, the fact was that the grass around Lifeless was tempered by too much heat to evaporate the moisture in an instant, making him look that way as if he could drool.

Everyone began to retreat from their lifeless surroundings to too much enthusiasm, but the lifeless blamed it.

"Fools, someone stop that Dragreo. My magic is the only way to kill him. If you don't buy me time to chant, everything will fail."

"How selfish are you? Who said we could stop that monster?

"But I guess that's all we have now. I'm not serious, but I'll give you a ride."

The first person on the proposal was Valsas. Drawing the sword out of its way, it now turned to Dragreo, who lifted Isler Vata's leg completely overhead. Then Mireille and Zeldos also tried to hang out just because they had no choice, but Valsas took control of them.

"Stop it, you guys are loaded"

"Yeah? That's what I'm saying now, Captain. No, I don't think so."

"... stop, Mireille"

Zeldos grabbed Mireille's shoulder and stopped. As Mireille looked back, Zeldos was shaking his neck sideways with a serious face.

"Valsas is serious. Don't defy the Valsas now."

"... I think I got it"

Mireille also drew heavily on the unscrupulous air emanating from Valsas' back. The others pull to match. And also Dragreo bounced off Maneater's body as if to echo Valsas, releasing a silver brace roughly towards Maneater. A flash of silver thrust through the dark night to the sky blew Maneata's half and disappeared. As the remnants of silver glistened, Maneater fell with the ground out of balance, and Dragreo confronted Valsas softly. Dragreo, who should have gone completely insane, laughed niggardly as if he had remembered the joy of the battle.

Valsas was laughing to respond again, too.

"Apparently it's the same race, we are. When you find enemies to fight, you don't care about anything else. This is business. Hey, don't you think?

"Wow, wow, wow!"

Dragreo and Valsas kicked each other on the ground at the same time, as if seeking each other.

Continued