The Strongest Prophet Who Had Trained 100 Heroes is Admired By His Apprentices Around The World Even As An Adventurer

I dropped my Auga arm, but I didn't break my guard. Because,

"GOOOOOOO! - [Ibir Iceblast]! 」

Because I've been cut off from one arm and yet I haven't lost my aug's will, and while regenerating my arm, I've stuck my other hand out and launched a rain of ice bullets.

But I knew the orga wouldn't frighten me at the top of my arm. Therefore,

"[My body, fast and fast chopping and engraving] - [Disease chopping]"

I immediately exercised prophetic magic.

My body, reinforced by the magic of words, moved exactly as it did.

He moves his sword at a rate that makes him even blur and chops off ice bullets.

Furthermore, he stepped toward Auga without stopping there. And

「 …… ！ ？ 」

I slit the arm I was poking at when I shot in the ice bullet.

"GOOO......! 」

Blood erupted from his deeply cut arm.

Auga gives a startling look, but the injured area immediately gives him smoke and tries to get into repair. but

"Not yet. - [Body, accelerate further]"

My body, as I said, accelerated the movement of my whole body.

Strike continuously with that momentum.

Two or three slashes released again deeply chopped the upper body of the auga.

"Guh!? 」

The auga, slashed from arm to chest, jumped out as she raised her voice.

It would be an instinctive crisis avoidance move due to an attack on a heart area with a nucleus that is my weakness.

That sounds like a pretty good offense. I could tell that from a laceration that hadn't healed.

"If you do some damage before it heals, you won't be able to regenerate it."

There are limitations even if the ability to regenerate is increased by a certain amount of temper.

And I deposited my words with my body a long time ago, but the motion is no problem.

It works exactly as words say. There is no damage caused by enhanced prophetic magic.

I can't, I can attack.

It's a thick muscle though. Earlier attacks have not reached the nucleus of the heart. to that evidence,

"...... g...... ohhh...!! 」

Now the wars of the Auga are not gone, and on the right hand side of the regenerated, he is grasping the ice mace he created again and hitting this one with a kill intent.

The severed left arm is also now halfway through playback.

As much as I cut my hands and legs a little, it won't stop and it won't end.

Some attacks only make the opponent more aggressive, with no gain. So,

"What we need is a penetrating attack, enough to punch through the nucleus in the heart..."

I saw what I had to do to end it.

Only do things after that.

... Even I can do that now.

I lay down my sword and give my body prophetic magic.

"[My body, gather strength even harder]"

For a moment, there is only a little light coming out of my hands and feet.

Prophecy magic is strengthening the body.

As the saying goes, strength builds up.

「 …… ！ 」

However, there is nothing to worry about, and Titern Auga comes in.

To smash this body, shake up the ice mace,

"Ooooooo......!!! 」

With the momentum of the advance, I have swung it down with all my might.

It's a blow like air and mace collide, creating even white smoke. But...

"[Sharp slaughter, thrust without stopping]......!! 」

Faster than that, I step in with physical strengthening.

From there, what releases is the move that I used to use as a prophet.

Reinforced by the magic of the Word and using the body and sword, a flash of slaughter is launched with the progression.

The moves that were once established as one skill, also used when defeating the Evil God,

"- [Proclamation of Absolute Amputation] (Dooms Judgment)"

With super fast, he even cut off the atmosphere in front of him, drew a radiant trajectory, and let it go.

"Wo......! 」

The slaughter remained momentum, clashing with the mace waved by the giant ghost, and

「――」

It was cut to pieces without any antagonism.

Moreover, the slaughter reached as it was, to the chest of the handheld giant ghost, and blew it to pieces.

The giant ghost who was destroyed every nucleus,

「 …… ！ 」

He collapsed away, without playing, as he spewed out a noise that did not speak.