The Immortal Demon King and the Impaired Hero

Throwing out the commands of the adventurers, the disturbing demons were slashing and building blood paths, and Lilith was pushing the battlefield in a straight line.

"Back off! Get out of my way!"

Abandoning his usual Rin, Lilith was now running the battlefield as one ex-knight, not an adventurer, fully pushing the tone he had when he was raised as a knight.

In the turmoil, Lilith runs after a glimpse of the shadow. The demon that strikes me slashes and skips with the momentum of a single armor sleeve.

As a result of that straight thrust,

- We caught up.

It was one demon tribe that appeared in front of Lilith, scattered with killing.

A musculoskeletal giant who grows a twisted pair of horns and carries a halvard over his height. He stood on the battlefield so that such a windy demonic tribe could follow a large number of demons.

When the Demons admitted Lilith's appearance, they glanced abominably.

"What good is an inferior human spirit to me, the Demons?"

Demon tribe asking with a look down. Lilith, by contrast, stands quietly like a cloaked lake, but her eyes are filled with darkness.

- Don't forgive me.

Hatred springs from within my heart. Black emotions rush me to kill the demon clan in front of me quickly.

- Kill the lady's revenge.

Emotions are going to explode now. I'm going to be driven by the urge to leave myself to anger to slaughter and kill this demon clan as it is.

- Lilith.

It was the voice of the girl who once said she was the Lord who pushed her legs away when she was about to jump.

A warm voice like a gentle yang surrounded the burgeoning black emotions.

Yes, what I should do is not vengeance. I didn't get stronger for that. To avoid losing it again, we became strong enough to protect ourselves.

Draining his strength from the sword of his two hands, which was tightly clenched, Lilith leaks a hot exhale to exhale his emotions.

I almost forgot my promise to the Lord. I thanked the girl of my former lord, who was ashamed of nothing it could do and reminded me at the same time.

He calms the mind of his former knight, almost imprisoned by revenge, and observes once again the demonic clan in front of him with a head that has become somewhat calm. Opponent information is very important in battles and can sometimes be a factor that separates wins and loses. Lilith therefore extracts as much information as she can from the other person's appearance.

I can see from the looks of it that the Demons would be a good match for melee combat. That's obvious when you look at the great Halvard in its hand and the forged flesh. That's why I can't say enough when it comes to melee combat.

It is common sense of man that the original Demon Nation is an excellent presence in the handling of witchcraft. Tough flesh is horrible too, but magic would still be the most important thing to pay attention to.

Lilith quietly sets up her sword with a frontal view of the relative demonic tribe. The demonic man did not mock the way it looked, but distorted its face to pure anger.

"I don't know if a little human being is going to fight me alone. Make a fool of yourself, little girl...!"

The demon clan, who receives that he has been insulted, wields Halvard in anger as well as in dew. Woom! and the dust rises in the whirlwind caused by the roaring and swirling Halbad.

The swirling stopped perfectly. The sharp, pointed tip is fixed towards Lilith.

While the power to wield such a large weapon is also strong, the technology to handle it is not a large part of the line. There is strength backed by solid training and experience.

Lilith who unintentionally trembles. That is not tremor coming from fear. One side of the battle fanatics is daunted by the air of the powerful who actually feel relative.

"One, I want to ask"

Lilith opens her mouth as her gaze rests on the man.

"Are you the devil who runs this demon?"

"What happens when you hear that?"

The devil's man seemed unwilling to answer Lilith's question, and threw up when he didn't let go.

You expected that response, Lilith told me to provoke her to smile at it.

"What, if I defeat you, this army will fall apart? Then we might have a chance too."

A man hung up on a provocation complaint apparently unleashed intentionally.

"... you slapped me in the mouth, little girl. Come on, beat me to pieces of that skeleton!"

When the man, provoked by the person he was looking down on and lacking calm, took on Halvard's shoulder, he stared at Lilith for all the shooting.

Lilith flushed that gaze and chuckled inside.

The same is true of the opponent's information, which is important in interpersonal matches, but it is also important to have a mental advantage. No matter how powerful the weapon was and how talented it was, you can't win a battle when your spirit is immature.

It is significant that he first gained a spiritual advantage with possible provocations because he is a demonic people with a strong tendency to look down on humans. Even the opponent is an unusual demon with powers and magic.

A man who sprinkles calm lilith and anger. To the unusual signs unleashed by the two, the demons around them feel an instinctive crisis and leave, creating an impromptu dueling ground.

In the space worn on the battlefield, the two shadows increased their flashing will to fight.

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Lilith's style awaits the basics. Take the opponent's blow away and poke through the gaps that have arisen there. Is it something like dancing like a butterfly and stabbing like a bee?

She established this style for a reason. That's to bridge the inexcusable difference in force between gender and race differences.

Lilith is an undisputed woman. Therefore, if you compare forces with a man who has worked out as much, you will surely lose. There's nothing I can do about this. But you can't just give up because there's nothing you can do. She promised. Now it's time to protect him.

To do so, we had to establish a way of fighting that did not take the difference in power as an object.

From the day he lost his husband, Lilith kept asking. It is now the style that led to the result. The knighthood has faded, but even if there is a difference in strength, it is a way to fight for victory. That was actually also proven in the duel with Evening Incense.

But there is still an irrationality in the world that there is nothing we can do about it.

The figure of a man who looked away abruptly disappeared. No, it just seemed to disappear. It was painful, but Lilith could see the man succumbing and then jumping up.

So I immediately turned my gaze up and put up my sword against the blow that would strike me. But soon I realize it's bad luck to recieve it.

"Nooooooooooo!!"

The man who jumped up was about to shake Halvard down like a hammer on his shoulder. The momentum was accompanied by a sense of oppression, as if a giant rock were falling, that would make it silly to think of receiving it.

Lilith follows the crisis her instincts complain about and jumps out of the spot with all her might. A moment later, a blow by Halvard, who increased the momentum of his strength, weight, and fall, was knocked into where Lilith was.

- Zudon!

The shock runs to such an extent that the ground sways. The ground on which Halvard was knocked in is broken unbroken, and large and large pieces of fragments are scattered.

Fragments of ground strike a cracked Lilith sealed in motion for a moment by the sway of the earth.

"Ku...!"

He waves the sword off his hands while disfiguring and shoots it off, but he releases a thrust that he decides to poke through the gap.

Lilith does this by falling into the ground against the tip of Harvard, who impenetrates his skull. And he rolled and jumped several degrees down the ground to escape the chase and took the distance.

"Shit, did you get away..."

Hitting one tongue abominably, the man stood up to carry Halvard. Probably like being out of a relationship. Slightly leaning forward and staring at Lilith also looks like a beast after prey.

Lilith, on the other hand, was grasping more or less my power difference in just one exchange.

The opponent's attack is lethal with each blow, making it very difficult to recieve if it is swing down from the top. If you try to flush it poorly, you can hurt your arm or your sword can crush it. It's a pretty unfavourable situation that you can't bring into your style of expertise.

But it's not like we don't have a chance.

The opponent lacks calm and is in a fairly linear motion. Then you're bound to smash it like you were declared, or you don't roll out your little hand moves. This is a pleasure for Lilith.

Breathe disturbed, and Lilith lays down her sword again. It's like pulling your right leg and carrying the sword of your right hand like a man. What this structure means is...

"- Huh!"

Exhale sharply, and now Lilith attacks.

A man waves down Halvard to intercept it as he attempts to pop into the nostalgia of his opponent all at once, packing the open intermission.

"Wuuuuuuu!!"

Lilith took a step further against Harvard as he twisted off the atmosphere. Doing so escaped the reach of Halvard's blade. But just because you avoided the blade doesn't mean the crisis left.

Halvard, on the other hand, is a versatile weapon capable of a wide variety of attacks, such as slashing, poking and paying if used. Even if the slashing is carried out and the nostrils are invaded, it is possible to pay with a pattern or pull it and slash and tear it apart against the blade.

The interception means picked up by the man who was jumped into his nostalgia were those that forcefully horizontally altered the orientation as it shook down and paid off.

Halvard's pattern, which changed direction of travel from vertical to horizontal, strikes Lilith. But Lilith expects this, or rather storms just saying she's been waiting.

Slightly upset by the unexpected proximity, slightly loosening the man's hand. Lilith never misses that gap.

He put the belly of his left sword on the looming Halvard pattern and slipped it as the spear moved, deeply slashing and tearing the back of the man's right hand.

"Gu -!!"

A man accidentally releases one hand from Halvard due to the severe pain that strikes his right hand. Having lost control in one hand, Harvard ignores his will, causing the orbit to brace heavily as he stalls.

The blow, which has not gained much momentum compared to the one ahead, is the prey of Lilith's outfit.

With the sword of his right hand he circulates the pattern assault, swirling on the spot as if dancing. A sharp slaughter with added spinning momentum was sucked into the man's throat whistle.

"- Ohh!?"

The man's throat was slashed thoroughly. The voice of a man who tried to scream something clouds in blood, and blood often erupts from his throat.

- Stupid...!?

With his eyes open in amazement, the demonic man slowly fell and lay down on the ground.

Lilith loosened the thread of tension, making sure the roots of the Devil's man's breath stopped completely. The place is in the middle of the enemy line, so I can't get out of my mind, but I've brushed my nerves down considerably in my first battle with the Demons. You have to calm down your spirit once.

Thinking that far, Hugh Lilith looked around.

Demons who stayed away from being caught in the battle between Lilith and the others. The battle is over, but the demon doesn't faint from the spot. As if waiting for something to come.

"What..."

It was when Lilith got up when she noticed the anomaly.

- Sounds like a human being.

A harsh voice echoed the battlefield.

Zuchin and the heavy pressure as if the air had increased its weight, and Lilith is about to bend her knees unexpectedly. Still eating up his teeth, he pushes back the heavy pressure and turns his eyes towards the voice-released.

At the end of Lilith's gaze there was a new demonic figure. Bearing black wings that can even feel disastrous on the back, both hands have sharp hook claws, dotted with black dragon scales all over the body, the extreme being tails reminiscent of reptiles growing from around the back hips. There's only one thing they associate - dragons.

- You can't win.

Lilith understood intuitively. The heavens and the earth are no match for this demon clan when it is repeated. There is so much power in isolation. That's as much as I want to keep my back turned and run away.

But Lilith doesn't run away. I can't escape.

Sometimes you can't get away with it because it's so worn out in the battle ahead, but if this demon gets on the front before then, the defeat on the human side will be decided. Because that's what I realized.

Therefore, even if yes, we will stop here. Even if this life runs out, stop.

Lilith sets up her sword by whipping her worn body. In contrast, the demonic man sees the man defeated by Lilith and leaks a small sigh.

"That's six more..."

He laughs at himself all the time, and the devil's man looks to Lilith with a hawking trick.

"I see it as quite hands-on. One, let me be my opponent."

Ask in a serene tone that is not unlike the battlefield, but there was a compelling force there that would not allow objections.

Lilith lays her sword silently and responds to this. The man grinned lightly at the attitude.

Before Lilith, the demonic race - Ljuvius Dragnil - stood up.