Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 290

I wanted to say that the superficial devil was arrogantly maintaining his form, but this time I couldn’t. Even though I can’t feel mana when I come, I can feel mana. I can’t even see it because I can’t see it.

[You damn bastard!!]

“He’s really good at talking like that.”

If it was possible to pull out the head, I wondered if it would be possible to shove it in, so I tried the technique, and the body of the demon who suddenly lost its neck was overflowing with mana incomparable to Ingladio. The original purpose was to stick the head into the stomach, but judging from the halfway stuck head, it may be that the degree to which the technique works depends on the magical power of the target.

[What kind of trick…!]

In other words, this demon who is acting like an idiot to get his head back in place right now has a level of his own, and that there is something that can slightly cover the gap between me and the super-adult devil. all. It was said that it was enough to talk about the Archduke with my mouth, and it was also said that it was a waste that was more harmful to mankind than ordinary demons.

“What are you going to do? I’m going to die anyway.”

[Know the subject, human beings!] As

soon as he pulls his hair out with his own hands, he begins to recover remarkably quickly. Of course, I had no intention of looking at you kindly, so I took advantage of the gap and charged with magic on my sword.

Responding to me, mana swirls around him. To be able to cast magic in such a way was useless, and it was a waste of various tricks. However, it wasn’t very fast, probably because of the simultaneous recovery of wounds, and I was able to interrupt his magic by leisurely cutting my mana while digging inside.

Quaang! It must have been a pretty big magic, and there were quite a few explosions on the demon’s left and right shoulders, and the guy’s face was stained with astonishment.

[You were you!!]

“Some cockroaches are always talking nonsense.”

Fortunately, the knife didn’t go in because it was a little stronger waste. In the process of slashing the two legs and left arm of the guy who was staggering from the explosion, the resistance felt by the sword was negligible.

[Kaaaaaaa!]

Just as I was about to cut off even one of my remaining arms, the demon’s body suddenly dispersed like fog. I was a little surprised that the devil had cast a trick worthy of a vampire.

[Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!]

“It’s filthy noisy. Try to imitate Ingladio. That bastard was quiet even when his head was smashed in half.”

Of course, I had to be quiet because my head was half smashed, but I decided not to go into detail about such a trivial matter. The demon, which began to regain its original form focusing on the area where my sword was pierced, glared at me with both eyes wide open.

[Ingladio?! you! It’s Eldmia Ega!]

“Call Ega ‘Sir’, cockroach.”

[Kiaaaak! How dare you, a mere human brat!!]

Should I say that he is as strong as his will? The demon, which removed the fog and restored the severed limbs in an instant, swung both arms at my head. I pulled out the guy’s new arm with the maximum amount of mana attached to the sword, cut it off with a swing, and kicked the abdomen with all my might, blocking my attack.

[Heuk, this is ridiculous! No matter how imperfect it is…!]

Earthquakes occurred in the demon’s pupils, which, unlike the mud-like body, were as realistic as the eyes, but there was no special inspiration. All I can think is that the repertoire of excuses of the demons might be the same. I want to aim for the heart, but for some reason, unlike Ingladio, I can’t see the heart, so it’s a pity that I can’t.

I quickly neutralized it and approached to ask what was going on with the heart, but the devil jumped up and shouted.

[I am! Those who appreciate knowledge! It’s Crumelia!]

The retort of ‘What can I say?’ rose to the throat, but there was no time to let it out.

As soon as I approached to separate the head of the devil who cheekily took another person’s signature line, the guy’s body began to swell again. At the same time, unpleasant thorns protruded in all directions, probably trying not to allow others to approach them, and I was in a hurry to avoid them and destroy them.

“Eldmia!”

Taking advantage of that opportunity, as I said, the party who had been waiting well in the back jumped out. I don’t know if it was another time, but now it was a pretty grateful act. Unlike me, who had to cut each one individually, Siegfried had convenient range tools called magic and spiritism.

As soon as he arrived by my side, Siegfried, who spread the blade of the wind as wide as possible, shouted without taking his eyes off the devil.

“There are so many things I really want to ask, but I’m holding back!”

“I’ll answer as much as I can when it’s sorted out later. More than that, saintess? Do you know anything about the heartless devil?”

“Poetry, a demon without a heart?”

At first, I wondered if the density of magic power was too high to be seen, but now it was clear. That bastard’s heart isn’t here.

The saintess, who was stuttering and embarrassed but clearly aware of the situation with her eyes, frowned and fell into trouble. Fortunately, there was nothing urgent right now, so I calmly waited. No matter how much that unpleasant piece of meat pulled out the thorns, Siegfried’s Spiritual Art was perfectly blocking it. I don’t know what it’s doing, but pulling out the thorns like that would be a lot of work, so it wouldn’t be a loss in the long run.

“There is only one case in the record where the Devil’s Heart was not present. When they ignored or neglected the process they had to go through to exist here.”

“Process? Sacrifices or something like that?”

“Yes. It’s a method that satanic worshipers and demons have established over the ages to fool the world. A demon that hasn’t gone through that process doesn’t have a heart.”

The penalty for breaking the rules for a guy whose heart is weak is to appear without a heart? I tilted my head as I thought something was not right, and an additional explanation soon followed.

“Only the heart remains in the demonic world, the demonic world. It remains the most defenseless, without any protection, and becomes a prey for other demons. Even if there is a way to safely protect the heart, it will be separated from the body at the same time. It weakens rapidly, and since it is incarnated here without a heart, it cannot exert its full power.”

Would a saintess be a saint even if her butt was rubbed by a hero in a public place? I’ve been reading books pretty hard, but information I didn’t know at all pops out casually.

But it wasn’t all good. It was like saying there was no way to kill that bastard right now.

What kind of unreasonable cockroach is this?

“Oh, no! It’s different! They don’t have a heart, so if you cut their heads or smash their heads, they won’t be able to maintain their bodies! They’ll be kicked out in a fierce battle!”

But what is this? The saintess hurriedly waved her hand, denying my hasty conclusion.

“Yes? Really?”

“It’s certain. It’s hard to explain precisely because it’s a form that only demons can do… But that demon doesn’t have a heart here, so it’s a situation where it has to use magic related to it to maintain its existence. Even if the source of power is the heart, in the end It’s the head that uses it, and when it’s destroyed, it stops casting. The demons of the past were actually exorcised that way.”

“That’s very fortunate.”

Thanks to that, the bullshit that I might not be able to kill even if I put a demon in front of me instantly subsided and I felt at ease. It felt like eating a million sweet potatoes, really.

Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that he desperately defended it because his head would surely disappear if he fell off, rather than resisting my technique because he was much stronger than Ingladio or other demons.

I’m starting to regret trying one more time, but what can I do? No matter how much easier it was to make a magical organ, cutting the throat by connecting magical power is a dirty burden for me. To be honest, I was going to end it by blowing all the heads off at first, but it was poisonous, so after using it twice more, I can’t use it recklessly to move properly.

can you star If you don’t have magic, you have to do it with physical force. As soon as that bullshit was over, the devil’s cry was heard, terrifying to think of cutting his throat.

[Quara la la!]

“Now I can’t even talk… What is that?”

After the conversation, I turned my head to see that the swollen mass had grown bigger instead of shrinking. The expression of everyone including me began to distort as the mass gradually grew larger and began to change its shape into something other than human.

“Yo, yo, yo!”

Instead of the saintess who couldn’t speak properly, Siegfried asked me with a confused face.

“Brother? Is that a dragon?”

What should I do if you, who was holding the dragon slayer, asked me? I’ve never seen one either.

“If it’s not a lizard that got bloated due to wrong magic, it’s probably a dragon.”

It still looked like it was made of clay, but even looking at it, the devil’s transformation was exactly what comes to mind when you think of a dragon. I don’t know if it was resized or if all the dragons in the other world were originally that size, but the devil’s son, who led the bloated body enough to fill more than half of the fairly wide space, revealed it and declared.

[I’ll crush them all!]

I could say that I felt intimidated, but I wondered why he was screaming earlier, and I wondered if that bastard’s devil ability was higher than Mongsuni’s, but that wasn’t the important thing right away.

“Should the warrior take that neck?”

The problem was that it would be difficult to sever that dragon’s neck cleanly with my sword if the resilience he showed earlier continues to be maintained no matter what I do with magic.

Fortunately, Siegfried did not utter a sound of pain, only fixing his greatsword with a serious expression that is rare to see.