Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 214

It was none other than the demon woman who helped me when I felt that I was being fucked by the explosion that happened in front of my eyes.

The explosion didn’t even reach me because he quickly blocked my way with a huge shield and hugged me. As you can see, the strong shield acted as a reliable barrier, and thanks to that, we managed to get along even though we were blown away by the explosion.

“Damn the world. No matter how much I study, the bullshit of these fuckers is endless and endless!”

“Your mouth is… rough…!”

Does this lady’s round shield have the blood of an American captain among your ancestors? It’s a great woman to say such a thing while whimpering and getting herself together.

Of course, because she was a benefactor who helped me now, instead of throwing up at her words, I helped her get up easily.

“I’m seeing devils for the first time, do you know anything about them?”

The other heresy judges seemed to have suffered considerable damage from the previous explosion, as if they hadn’t reacted as quickly as she did. Some of them definitely responded and raised their shields, but it was not as big as the shield the demon lady was holding, so it felt like they barely avoided vital points.

“The devil? Are you sure?”

Still, since he said he was a heretic judge, I asked him a question in case he wanted to know something about how to deal with demons, but the answer that came back was not cool. It is said that devils are not easy to meet, but I can’t help but feel sorry for them.

“If there are other people besides demons doing such hideous things, wouldn’t that be the end of the world?”

After all, this lady must have had no experience dealing with the devil. In the midst of the banquet of shit that you would feel when the thing you thought was over was overturned, I looked at the blood that was swaying uncomfortably and said.

“You bastard. What do you hear?”

Actually, if there was no response, I was going to blow the needle first, but to my surprise, that bastard bloody devil heard my question and answered right away.

[Listen well, human. You’re the one who provided this unwanted form of body.]

“Wow, you’re as fucked up as having a voice.”

It must be a situation where you shouldn’t expect anything from the fact that the voice is coming out of the pit, but even taking that into account, it’s a really hard voice to listen to. It was surprising in many ways that there were cases where I wanted to hit him just with my voice.

The lump of blood, which did not show any reaction to my sincere evaluation, began to maintain its human-like shape only after swaying for a while.

[The contractors are all dead… All of a sudden, they are treated as sacrifices… The incompetent guys have failed even to bring the saintess, so her body is being created in an unsatisfactory form.] I thought the body wasn’t made properly, so the response was slow

. It turned out that he was just talking to himself and trying to figure out the situation.

“Do some self-reflection later when you go back to your house, and why don’t you just fade away nicely for now? Otherwise I’ll have to tear you to death in a very nasty mess.”

[…That’s an incomprehensible reaction. i don’t know you But you have blind enmity towards me. Why?]

I don’t know what he’s trying to do with that clot of blood, like a blood clot, but he asked a question while moving the clot he assumed was his head to the clot he assumed was his hand.

I looked at the blood clot that mimics the same gesture as resting my chin when a person is in trouble and once asked a question from him. Feeling dumbfounded twice, I reflexively responded by thrusting my fist at him.

“Why do you need a reason if, as a human, you hate demons whose only pleasure in life is putting them in fucking situations?”

I wasn’t sure if he would perceive the stiffly raised middle finger as an insult, but at least the demon lady next to him seemed very uncomfortable.

Unlike that kind of girl, he cheekily showed his composure by smiling at my reaction.

[Quack-quick. You are a funny person It’s good, let’s play until the body is complete.]

Along with the cheeky line, a lump of blood that was presumed to be a hand drew the air once, and a drop of blood fell from the end and began to take the shape of an arrow.

The problem was that I couldn’t feel any flow of magic power in the entire process of doing that shit. Like the light orbs used by the self-proclaimed priest, are those demons’ unique abilities? I hope there will be no such thing as a disgusting wide-area spell that covers the area with the blood of about a hundred people.

“What are you trying to do by provoking the devil!”

I think that alone would be a bit of a headache, but even the lady who was watching the situation with a shield holding up a shield spoke to me in a reprimanding tone, but because of the content of the words, despite her serious reaction, I laughed without knowing it.

“I’m going to kill him anyway, so what does it matter if I provoke him or not?”

“The opponent is a demon! It’s not something that can be taken lightly or destroyed so easily!”

“I never took it lightly, and I never said I could easily destroy it.”

“…yes?”

I really hate people who misunderstand and misinterpret the intentions of my words… But still, I decided to kindly explain my good heart that was trying to protect me when I had nothing to do with it.

“It’s just that bastard is the devil, and since I’ve met him, it’s fate that whether I die or that bastard dies, one outcome must come out unconditionally. The outcome is fixed, so why not provocation? What does it matter? If I don’t provoke him, does he get weak or I get stronger?”

[You’re too relaxed.]

The devil who threw a word at the subject, who was moving around in the mood of playing the most, fired a bloody arrow. Of course, it didn’t happen that I, who was paying close attention to his actions in a state of tension, reacted late.

“Your leeway is your leeway, you bastard.”

I lowered my body to avoid the flying projectiles and at the same time imitated the stance of sprinters and sprinted to the floor with all my might. The distance that had been 20 meters from the altar in one explosion began to narrow in an instant. I couldn’t be sure because that lump of blood didn’t have a face on it, but perhaps they didn’t anticipate my sudden reaction.

“Epagai! God bless you to stop the evil!”

Surprisingly, the demon lady memorized a prayer and bestowed protection on me. I didn’t know anything about divine spells, so I couldn’t figure out what effect they had, but seeing that a group of lights that I didn’t intend to fall on my body, I must have cast something good.

Even though I narrowed the distance and reached the guy’s nose in one month, he laughed triumphantly and suddenly paid more attention to the demon lady rather than me.

[Haha, a saint who serves the devil! That’s not bad either! I’ll see you dying in a pagan land, crying out the name of your god…]

“You’re too relaxed!”

It didn’t seem like the knife would work through that clot of blood, so I swung my fist at once. A straight punch, loaded with magic and personal feelings for daring to ignore me, lands straight at his head.

[I don’t like that kind of attack… uh…]

And the head of the one hit by the fist exploded like a water balloon.

It was not a simple metaphor, but the sight of blood clots on his neck spreading in all directions, unable to overcome the shock, was a water balloon itself. It would be exhilarating if it was exhilarating, but it wasn’t a very pleasant sight in that it was all blood from a human body.

It was pleasant to see the two arms of the man who had lost his head swaying in the air as if he was embarrassed.

“It works fine, but what are you talking about?”

There was no way I could just die with this, so I immediately followed up with five punches from the torso.

With each blow, the clot of blood that was trying to take the form of a human bursts out with an unpleasant sound.

It was not an optimistic situation. Even though it happened in an instant, the blood that spread like that started to gather at a fast speed as if it was trying to return to its original place, letting me know that my attack wasn’t very effective.

At the moment when I felt that my fists filled with magic might not be able to do satisfactory damage, the devil who formed a blood clot at a distance from me opened his mouth, not his mouth, expressing his bewilderment.

[What?! What did you do?!]

Being flustered means that something worked? The guy took shape again and said, ‘Hahaha, it’s a meaningless attack.’ Rather than babbling the same line, things still seemed better.

“Maybe it’s because I don’t have eyes. I can’t even see that he ruptured the head of the ground with his fist.”

[Damn it. Is it because of the blessing of Epaga’s courtesan? Normal attacks can’t work…]

Hmm. When I heard it, it was enough to raise questions. Was it because of his magical fists that he hit unexpected blows or was it because of the demon lady’s buff?

“If you don’t know, you must be right.”

I agreed with the devil this time, so I mercilessly charged and punched him in the head once more.

I am curious and he is also curious, so this will produce good experimental results that will satisfy each other.