Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 453

The axeman takes a step forward.

That one big step, which made the distance he had opened useless by stepping back, inflated his leg muscles once more, which had become so bloated that he could turn his clothes and armor into pieces.

The heretic judges and the saintess, who noticed the incident, protected me by performing the magic one more time, but I was surprised by the energy other than magical energy emanating from him, and even maintaining the expanded magic almost failed.

As the saintess said, what was emanating from his body was definitely divine.

Although it is only an infinitely feeble fragment, the divinity that is clearly felt through the skin is different and unpleasant, unlike the things I have felt so far. But what surprised me more than anything was the vague familiarity amidst the unpleasantness.

I wanted to confirm the truth with the saintess, wondering if I was mistaken, but he rushed at me without giving me a chance to do so.

And with just one step, his huge body reached top speed and was fired like a cannon toward the square of the church guarding me.

– Kwaaang!

The shield was bent in a single collision, and the arms of the Heretic Judges supporting it were broken. The holy law and divine protection were scattered as if they were offset by contact with the strange divinity he scattered.

Even that short gap was not missed, and the mace swung by the saintess was lodged in the face of the guy, but instead of avoiding or blocking it, he received the attack with his face and slashed her neck to blow her mace far away.

There was nothing much different about me. At the same time as the collision, when I received the fist he swung with my sword, my whole body twisted as if I had been hit by a truck.

Having achieved the feat of bringing six people together and flying, the cheesy bird roared looking up at the sky without firing an additional blow.

“Kuuuuuuuuu!!”

I don’t think it’s because the pupils taste bad or something like that, but it seemed certain that reason had been blown away. Wasn’t the reason why I told the others to step down because of the side effect of losing sight?

My guess won’t be wrong when I see those guys and wizards trying to keep a little more distance, let alone fire an extra hit, even while watching us flying in all directions as the formation collapses.

“No shooting! I’m against you!”

Referring to their reaction, I shouted at the top of my voice and adjusted my posture to block Asilier’s support shot. I didn’t forget to speak in a commanding tone, because if I used the friendly name “noona,” someone with the idea of taking a hostage might come out.

“Saint Maid. What is that?”

I shot it pretty hard, but stopped at the point of inflicting scratches on the guy’s body. When I retrieved the two-handed ax and asked, the saintess who quickly adjusted her stance stood beside her holding a shield. Her face was contorted with embarrassment and anger.

It was a little funny that she was pretty even though she was wearing a frown like she would eat a single person, but I didn’t bother to mention it.

“It’s considered to be the remains of evil spirits. It doesn’t stop there, but Epaga’s divinity…”

Sure enough, the words that came out of her mouth were fucking serious. Did you mix the divinity of the evil god with the divinity of Epaga? The world is going very well.

Her voice trembled with anger and she couldn’t finish her words properly. Her one hand seemed empty, so I secretly held out an ax in both hands. I expected that he would rather ask for a sword and gave it to me as a joke to change the mood, but I never imagined that he would receive it with one hand so calmly.

As expected, this saintess is not easy.

“The words that you will die anyway and that you tried to stab me with that dagger mean that it is an irreversible choice, right?”

When we asked if we, who had flown in one queue, were ridiculous and complacent, as we watched the (old) axeman struggling towards us with a growl like a beast, the saintess nodded her head without worrying too much.

“In the circumstances, that would be correct. And there will be limits to maintaining that state.”
“Because it’s not easy to be divine enough to accept it in that form.”
“Because he knew that, he would have tried to stab the hero. Because he would destroy himself. Seeing a student who is quick to understand, as an educator, he is proud of himself.

” With a sidelong glance, she confirmed that the Heretic Judges were reuniting next to me and the saintess with a smile on her face, and she said with confidence.

“We have to drag out time. Even if it’s dregs, divinity is divinity. You don’t know what variables it will create.”
“Isn’t that bastard too relaxed for something like that?”

Am I intoxicated with my power or am I showing off?

Like a typical third-rate villain, he was relaxed enough to have some doubts about whether or not he really had a time attack. However, the saintess looked at him with a fishy smile full of contempt and replied as if chewing and spitting out.

“Since a mere mortal dared to embrace divinity, wouldn’t it be natural for a mere mortal to indulge in omnipotence even if he lost his sanity?”

indeed. That’s a reasonable inference.

“Hold on. I’ll stick around.”

However, I couldn’t agree with the saintess’s opinion because it was impossible to waste time every time something like that appeared.

“Yes?! What is that…”

The saintess was not the only one who was taken aback by my answer, but she had no intention of giving up her opinion. It’s not because I’m coming, but because I’m sure that that damn thing will never be the last today.

“Looking at their reaction, I know what it is. It’s a thing that wears off once you use it, but you know the consequences of that, and the fact that you gave such a thing to a soldier carrying out a special operation, not a high-ranking officer. It’s not an issue to be taken lightly.”
“…that kind of thing, it’s not one…”
“Yes.”

collection of relics. Something that the saintess seemed to know about, the remnants of an evil spirit. and war.

I hope not, but isn’t it a national rule that this is a precursor to mass production?

“So please, please.”

Instead of boasting about just one of those things, now is the opportunity. I ran towards him without waiting for an answer.

“Kuaaaaa!”
“You think Ji is the invisible dragon, you fucking bastard.”

The eyes do not seem to change, but the face is distorted as much as the body is enlarged, so it is difficult to understand the expression. In some ways, it looks like she is smiling, and in other ways, it looks like it has been distorted from suffering from a distorted body.

I wanted to take a closer look and find out what kind of condition it was in, but the situation was not good, so I faced the one who charged again as if reacting to me, gave magic to the sword, took out the needle, and compressed it as much as possible to prepare for the shot. did.

It’s true that his intelligence has dropped a little too much, but this time he cast a torso headbutt again. It might be that he is confident because he gave effective hits.

Of course, I have no intention of doing it twice. It’s not a speed that can’t react if you overdo it.

“Haha!”

With a loud shout, he lowers his stance as much as he can by shooting a bamboo needle at the knee of the charging guy to cast shoulder bread. At the same time, I swung my sword aiming for his right knee.

Swordsmanship is not needed to deal with an intellectless beast. If you swing it with all your might at the speed and distance that decreases so fast that even blinking is terrifying, all that is left is a monster with a leg to ask you to cut it.

It was good until there.

“Fuck?!”

The problem was that, contrary to the belief that he would lightly cut off the club, the sword that had been poking through in the midst of strong resistance got stuck at about halfway point.

Suddenly, the brakes were put on hold, and I only understood the situation after alternately looking at the knee of the one with the sword stuck in it and the fist of the one about to slash my head.

“Are you saying that a sick evil god is also a god!”

It wasn’t that the power to cut his knee was weak. It’s just that the explosive divine power is recovering the wound at a speed that exceeds that.

I was shocked and almost slowed down by the fucking sight, but luckily I was able to let go before I got hit by his fist, and his fist split the floor, not my head.

– Quaang!

I was annoyed and angry, but the first priority was to retrieve the sword.

After widening the distance with him, I activated the Magic Grinder to its maximum and pulled it hard, but there was no sign of the sword coming out. Every time that happened, he screamed incomprehensibly and hit the protruding sword handle, but his overflowing resilience only made his screams grow louder.

“Damn, how do you… um?”

While the saintess and heretic judges were once again targeting him and drawing their attention, I was looking for a way to pull out the sword, and to my eyes, the mana and divine power flowing from his body began to look strangely familiar.

At the same time, I suddenly remembered Seneran’s violent reaction and explanation when I was splitting apples in the professor’s office, and I laughed involuntarily.

It won’t be easy, but if the holy power and mana are clearly pouring out there, it seems possible to pull out the head.

“I’ll have to say hello when I get back.”

Say thanks to Seneran.

An apology to Mr. Valkun, who would be shocked to see the sword that would have been completely ground after taking extreme measures to pull out the sword stuck in his leg.