The Branded Female Fencer

"... Shit, this magic still..."

"I see, take away the magic of others? I remember that ability."

I heard voices from a bikezel that was supposed to have been crushed by an ice column. At the same time, the shadows flew away, and the ice columns smashed and scattered without sound.

There was no scratch on the bikezel, which should have been crushed, and his head had grown to eight. Emotions such as contempt, which I had seen until earlier, had already disappeared. I'm even going to miss it somewhere.

"I misjudged you. You were really something else, and your powers were different in the first place. He must have been a lowlife just crawling around the edge of the battlefield more."

"You think it's been thousands of years since then? I'd make a mistake."

"I see, so much time has passed. Then you can snort that humans and others are looking at us, and you know you're not afraid to look at me. It must have been the habit of other creatures to lurk their breath just because I walked through it.

Ask one.Is what you are here to the normal extent as a human being? Or are you quite powerful? "

"Quite a strong man. Probably the closest."

"I see."

Bikezel nodded one thing and became a determined face for something.

"Then I'm still bored. If that's the case, no matter how many bodies you gather, you won't be my enemy. Then let's just cut this place up and wake it up in Ignage or Enderoid and fight it out. I guess they're still asleep anyway, huh?

"Well, unlike you, I fell asleep myself. But you have to say it after you defeat me."

"Don't get into a vanity, empty man. You can do all you can with that body that's already dying, and ten heads is enough."

Two more heads emerged from Bikezel's shoulder. The head was huge at the moment, and the body of the bikezel seemed to be bigger without a heart.

Lifeless asked me to bluff

"Hey, how many heads does he have?

"I don't know. I've seen up to 27."

"All the time... right?

"Even true dragons get out of hand from around 20. I don't even want to imagine how many heads I had when I was dealing with the head of the ancient dragon.

If there's a gap, it's until he's caught off guard. When he gets serious, it becomes impossible to defeat him. You know what I mean? You guys are barely in his eyes right now. That's why we have a chance. "

A shadow told the men on the spot the operation in a tale. Everyone gets annoyed with the way it is.

"(... I see, if I do win, I wonder if I will. But can you?

"(If you can't, you just die. Be prepared)"

"(Although it is a manoeuvre set up by a person, there is no other way at this time. I'll take your precautions)"

"(Um, I'm sure you won't have time to argue)"

Everyone got belly after reading, but it had nothing to do with Bikezel. Originally, humans and rotten dragons are not the problem. To him, everything was just like a feather worm crawling around his feet. In Bikezel's eyes, there was nothing but a shadow that took over Tetrapolishka's body.

But again, Bikezel had not enjoyed the battle for a long time. For him, battle was a destructive impulse coming from instinct, and he couldn't help but have the pleasure of wielding his power as he wished. It had nothing to do with those who were caught in battle and died, the earth that broke. The weak, he even thinks that the brittle things should be gone. The species of the same size in the eye are at best ancient dragons and ancient dragon demons, as well as warcraft living from antiquity. Even that made me enjoy myself, and I didn't think I was a threatening being.

So when the people who thought they were about the same as themselves attacked them in a party of inmates, Bikezel did not hold a foetus, but was just ashamed. I thought everyone enjoyed the fight as much as I did. It didn't kill itself either, it sealed it and forced it to give it a role. I was conscious, but I couldn't move one thing, and I couldn't communicate my consciousness to anyone. It was also a good place to kill alive. All that remained was resentment and a vision of battle. And at the same time, it was just a strange ancient common sense that we wanted to see each other again to the same extent as ourselves. So Bikezel has never had fear.

But now, Bikezel stopped suddenly with a casual view, not knowing what emotion it was that was frightening. At the end of his gaze was the human woman - Alphilis. Bikezel didn't know the emotion she had was called fear.

Continued