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The red flames burned beneath Hilbert's feet.

It burns Gislain's back as he is pinned down.

It burns the surviving Bloodsucker.

And burn the scattered alter egos of the Gislings.

One by one, the fleshy holy beasts disappeared into the flames.

In the midst of all this, Hilbert, who had mounted Gislain, wielded three pairs of six arms as long as a spider and struck Gislain with bullshit.

When it seemed that Hilbert's huge arms were going to crush Gislain, stripped of the shield of his makeshift carnal holy beast, .......

It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're doing.

Gislain, who had been knocked down and beaten, fired a breath in return.

A blast of holy air hit Hilbert's upper right shoulder and melted it instantly.

A shredded arm fell with a thud.

Everis quickly operated the button attached to his magic binoculars and switched them to magic sensing mode.

This was something that Everis had modified himself, and it had various functions that ordinary magic binoculars did not have.

If you look through the magic binoculars, you will see that magic power is flowing through both Gislain and Hilbert's body like a diagram of human blood flow.

You can find a number of independent flows of magic power like lumps in the body of ...... Gislain.

It's not fair!　It's possible?

What? What?

”It looks like he's torn off his flesh and spawned a new holy beast. In the body.

Inside?

Zithran was still alive.

Even though his back was burned by magma, he flapped his wings, jumped up, and grabbed Hilbert's chest when he lost his balance.

He then slammed Hilbert to the ground in the opposite direction.

Hilbert fell on top of the magma, crushing about four stores.

Oops!

His rotten body scorched, sending up black smoke.

With a flick of Everith's finger, the magma that had filled the ground vanished, leaving Hilbert with only a scorched surface.

I'll let Miaranse do it. I guess I'll just stall until then.

”If we keep attacking with magic, won't we run out of meat?

I'm not sure if that's possible. ...... Let's check it out.

≪I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.

I'm sure you'll be able to figure out what's going on.

It landed on the scaled back of Gislain and flew away without inflicting any damage.

The damage was not taken off his shoulders. It's been this way from the start.

Steam erupted from the basket in Everis' right hand, and the protruding gears spun at full speed.

Holographic light rises from the back of his hand, drawing letters in the air.

Everis read the numbers in the bluish-white light that flowed with blinding speed.

This is Everis's original spell, which uses a non-damaging magic bullet to read echoes and investigate the nature of the opponent.

The results of the analysis being spit out showed that Gislain's epidermis was equipped with a considerable amount of magical defense.

You can use physical damage magic or purely evil magic to neutralize the holy air, but Everis decides that there is no need to stick to magic attacks when your offensive options are limited. There is a better way to do this.

”All right, I've got it all figured out. This is a bad match for a witch. I should have made a hundred more ”Wedges of the Fallen”.

...... Just wait a little longer and Miaranse will take care of it. I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.

I rephrased: ......!　Hey, does that plural include me?

Of course it does. Otherwise, why did you call me? I want to make sure I win, and I want to be safe.

Countless flashes of holy energy shot out from Zithran and disappeared into the night sky.

Gislain's claws, fangs, and breath were chipping away at Hilbert's massive body from the edges as he sprayed the holy air.

The city trembled with each sandwiching blow that struck between it and the ground.

”...... my ............ ciel ...... what the hell, oh... ......... hell ...... why ............

A choppy loudspeaker sounded, and then the voice died out completely.

I'm not sure what to make of it.

I'm a human, but I'm an unholy witch, so it's hard for me to be exposed to that.

But for a normal human, it's not so hard. A head-on hit from a holy breath wouldn't do much damage.

Before Everis could finish, Tracy started shaking his head.

The honey-colored bunting flattened against his own cheek.

I can't!　I can't, I can't, I can't!

I have a slave nucleus, so I have no choice but to fight if I'm ordered to.　But even if I did, I would definitely lose!　I can't win against that thing!

I don't think I can win for free either, you know.

I don't think I can win for free. But you're good enough for the sixth grade, right?　Then you're good enough.

I don't expect to win for free either.

I don't want to go near that fully automatic holy air launcher, because I'm evil to the bone.

Therefore, I think I'll pour my magic into you instead.

The basket in Everis' right hand flashed, and a magic circle appeared beneath Tracy's feet.

The moment the prey stepped in, it was like a pair of scissors that caught it.

You'll receive a buff from the Great Witch Everis!　...... ”Tragedian”!