The Branded Female Fencer

"I see. Bye."

"Even if it was an ordained battlefield, the present situation is all that was given to us. All you have to do is fight as hard as you can. Even if it's a waste of time, we want to choose for ourselves when we die. Can't you?

"No, you're usually welcome. I don't hate those muddy, humane stories. But we have to help Tetrapolishka. Where is she now?

"Tetrapolishka? Oh, you mean the guy who's fighting Tyran right now. A lot of strength, but Tyran would be more advantageous.

By the way, it's up ahead that we're fighting. That's why we're here. He seems to have trouble killing Tyran in many ways. "

"I see - yes, it is. Wictrier."

"I understand, Alphilis. I don't have time right now. Will you all leave ill?"

Wictrier's out of line, and I'm out front. From that body stood up and even the magic was unleashed because of the struggle and killing.

Magic and fighting are usually difficult to mix and use. Good and debilitating death if similar and non-existent release pathways are used simultaneously. Humans instinctively forbid its use because one mistake involves the risk of outbursts. Of course it is possible to use both consciously, but it is considered unreachable in human life because it requires very delicate training and long periods of training.

This is something you can do because you are a Wictrier. Geisha can do it because she draws the blood of Tetrapolishka, has a rare talent, and lives much longer than a human being. It is so much a life-threatening method of combat that even its victoriers rarely use it.

Seeing how Victoria was doing, the fellow Alphilis and the others naturally gave way to her. Because I realized that it would not be a battle together or at such a stage (level). The Berserkers had the same impression, but they had the same intentions.

"You think I'm gonna leave when you tell me to?

"Then there is only the exercise of strength - Wictrier, daughter of the Great Demon King. Come."

Wictrier removed the forehead allowances and did not even hide the eyes on his forehead. It was something that was somewhat predictable for Alphilis and Lisa, but a few of them were surprised by Victoria's identity. But it's also for a moment. You will encounter something more surprising.

"Crush, disturber"

The Hekatonkales were stupid to fight back and didn't have time to recognize it. It was the individual known as the biggest Drytzen that Wictrier beat up. In an instant I let it plunge into the wall and push it in with rigidity until its head deformed. An eye that burns with intent to kill shoots through the rest of Hecaton Cale.

"Is this the biggest individual? Oh, my God, you seem to be able to break it with enough bare hands."

"Woman!

"Drytzen!"

Zuben was throwing weapons. Two song knives depicting a boomerang-like orbit if thrown. Wictrier tries to do it, but the body is restrained by Drytzen, who should have crushed it.

But Wictrier keeps his body in captivity, halves his body, and eats himself in motion to the point where he wanders in captivity by Drytzen. For a moment the great sword fell from the paralyzed Dryzen, and even Victoria took the sword, playing the flying song knife and doubling Dryzen straight up from his crotch. Its vivid sequence of motions leaves sighs unexpectedly coming from Hekatonkayle and the others.

"Oooh."

"What the... is that a total annihilation flag? You're too superb for an enemy."

"But that's what makes it rewarding. There's no more to measure our lives."

"You sure do. Hey, Zuben. I think I threw a song knife, do you still have a weapon? I gotta... Hey?

As the elf looked back, a song knife thrown by Zuben himself earlier was piercing his helmet. Zuben falls backwards about as it is. The elf was spearing aggressively at his rear before he was stunned. Another song knife was played on the spear, but it was just one hair at a time.

Wictrier was staring at the result with no expression.

"Was it just too good a bug to bury three bodies in a series of motions? Well, then the whole thing seems like a good way to clean up."

"You think it's going to be that easy? I don't care how fast you move if you stay alert."

"Let's just say it's going to be quick"

It was the arrows of various ore, large and small, that appeared to surround the Hekatonkails. Obviously metallic high-altitude magic, but there was no chanting. Victoria's pronouncement of merciless death was pronounced toward Hekatonkail, who is not sure and bewildered.

[Demon Shooting Streak (Dual Canon)]

The elf regretted it. Sure, I was ordered to buy some time, but I just didn't mean to die, and I wanted to survive and try to fight in more different lands. He may have been a human being somewhere before he was rebuilt as Hekatonkail, but I don't remember that time. But I did feel like I missed a much bluer, wider world, not this white-colored, closed world. I was wondering if I would ever fight in a place like that if only I lived.

But I should have listened. At least about what kind of enemies to fight. That way, such a fool could honestly stand in front of his enemies and never be exposed to countless arrows.

Continued