The Branded Female Fencer

A bunch of kibba leopards who were in the rear suddenly jumped up from below to something. Some of the kibaleopards were accidentally landed well, but others were slammed to the ceiling or squashed by earthen masses ejected from below. And as the flesh of the leopards, which were exposed without remnants, was scattered, it appeared from the bottom.

"What is this!

"Earthworms...? No, you're not. Demon King."

Layer saw the strange appearance of his opponent and decided he was the Demon King. First of all, the size is not comparable to earthworms and the like. Its thick torso, which Daron seemed to be able to drink, was covered in blackening iron-like scales. Every organism with its scales as long as a small hand doesn't even look like a pine cassette from what I've seen. However, covetable mucus was pouring out of the heady tip, which made it easy to imply that the creature was constantly blurring its belly.

The creature, who has no idea where his eyes or other sensory organs are, once he stops moving, looks around. Knowing that he had stopped moving, Vols barked at one thing, and the surrounding kibba leopards shook at the same time. No matter how inexperienced the opponent may be, the order of Vols, the chief, is absolute, no matter how frightened he may be by fear.

"You idiot, come out to our center and stuff!

Vols was half sure of the victory. The proud fangs of the Kibalees, who also cleave the scales of the ice dragon, strike the demon king.

But when the body of the demon king suddenly wandered, nearly ten of the leopards were instantly torn apart. Vols and Layer guessed what had happened when blood had fallen and fallen from the scales of the glowing hands, and the blood of the eight torn leopards had fallen from the rain.

"Open the scales, spinning?

"I see, is this why the ground is being decided? It's the same procedure when you drill deep into a single point!

"Exactly."

When the layer realized the properties of this demon king, there was a voice from behind. When were you there, there stood an ugly old man dressed in a black robe. No, maybe he's a boy to finally see from a tall voice.

The boy stood there yesterday with great respect, but with humility.

"I'll see you first. My name is Anomaly and I am the owner of this workshop."

"You..."

Before Vols inquired, Layer tried to pop out and stick his sword to Anomaly like he had been played. But the sword remained in the palm of Anomaly's hand, and it could not move until it was fixed there. Even with the power of the layers, it didn't work with a tingle.

"It's a child who doesn't spill. I think it's a very good decision."

"(What a force, far above Daron. That's not what it looks like)"

Layer paused any further attacks, thinking calmly. Because I felt cut off, and I didn't think it was a good idea to move now in a situation where the demon king blocked my back.

Anomaly continues.

"The kid is a 'digger'. A demon king to help expand my workshop. I don't want the rest of the day off. It's poverty, so the workshop got a little too big, though. Low intelligence is also a scratch on the bead. Anyway, if you dig in to some extent and find nothing to prey on, there's nothing you can do about it that will appropriately strike Hecaton Kale or something around there.

But strength is guaranteed. The demon king doesn't exist yet. "

"You don't have to take him down. If I defeat you, I'll be able to accomplish my purpose."

"I'm suddenly coming to get the general's neck. That idea is splendid, but is it going to be that easy?

From the rear of the layer, I thought I heard a deafening spinning sound, and there was a black tornado-like digger at the rear. Turning to Layer and Vols to bring the sickle, Digger has stormed with all his might.

Continued