425 423 Disgust (2/2)

”Are you running away?

'No!'

Before the Devil's Sword flew, there was a shadow.

”Run!

”Come on!”

”Bermelia!”

It was Bermelia and Frederick, helped out by Ursi. He whispered in the inn and watched us fight. But it seems the Devil's Sword had a good grip on its appearance.

You heard Fran's warning, Bermelia hurries back on her heels, but it was too late. Aya Bermelia is on the verge of being slashed by the Devil's Sword, and Frederick next door blows Bermelia away. The blade of the Devil's Sword, thought to pierce Bermelia's body, was deeply cleaving Frederick's arm.

”Guh!”

”Frederick! Are you okay?

”No, no, no! But what's this voice? If you want me to obey, show me what I can do!

Well, you were plotting to take new control of the Fredericks and make them users! But they failed. Frederick has mental tolerance. I guess that miraculously prevented the rule of the Devil's Sword.

But Bermelia doesn't have that hand skill. We had to settle before she was attacked.

'We're gonna jump!

”Mmm!”

It's already woven to be detected metastases.

The Devil's Sword releases magic against Fran, who appears indoors in a transfer, but transmits that attack with a Dimension Shift.

Fran shook me out against a demon sword that shook my body in surprise.

”... Sword King moves/Heavenly Break”

”Geiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

Fran's unleashed sword flashes further cut off the body of the Devil's Sword, which had already broken from half. A high screaming demon sword.

Obviously the damage is being done, but the creepy magic that swirls in it was still not lost. Can you defeat parts like nuclei without crushing them......

One more shot! I couldn't raise my voice when I tried to scream like that.

'Huh...!

”Master?”

”Kuuuuu!

All I could do was raise my groans before the feeling of great power pouring in. Apparently, the co-food was activated.

It's not like it's going to be crushed by too powerful a force, or it's going to run wild. With the magic of the Devil's Sword pouring in, he couldn't think of anything because of his disgust.

I'm sorry for the slightly dirty expression, but shall I say it's like mixing dirt with raw debris and crumb juice and painting it all over your body? Anyway, I couldn't help feeling sick. If I had a life, I would have screamed and rolled around.

”Uh-oh!

”Master!”

The Devil's Sword couldn't have missed that gap, accelerating at once and fleeing the room.

”Ursi! Follow me!

”On!”

”Guuuuuu!”