Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 455

Facing and dealing with Cadaval, what Deoni Bire felt was gloomy.

It was the first time she had personally witnessed the remnants of an evil god growing in size as soon as it settled on the body of an enemy, but it was not difficult to understand how dangerous and dangerous power it was, so full of malice that it gave off an unpleasant stench.

Truly an evil species.

It didn’t matter if it was just a really simple “power” or something possessing the will of an evil god. Those remnants of the past, swayed by apostates and mingled with divinity that had escaped the master’s will, were of a kind that should not exist in this world.

But there was no way to do it.

I could definitely feel the divinity of the demon god wriggling inside me, but that power was completely out of sync with the demon god’s will, and I refused Deoni’s touch. Even in front of an existence that could be said to be the result of blasphemy, his own incompetence, which was nothing more than to tie his feet, brought him to tears.

In the meantime, Eldmia asked for it, and he followed it without a moment to think deeply.

It’s not that I didn’t understand what he was trying to do. But when Eldmia cried out for more time, no one doubted him. The fact that the followers of the Demon God did not believe in the Hero of the Demon God was not because it was disrespectful, but because the voice contained an unfounded conviction.

It was undeniable that the result of that belief came in very good shape, but it was by no means predicted that he would sever the head of a formidable enemy strengthened by a twisted divinity.

Deoni couldn’t help but watch with a dumbfounded expression as the headless giant collapsed on the floor just as she raised her arms to strike Eldmia.

And it was the same for the Demon King’s army and heresy judges who drew attention to the heavy noise that the giant made when it collapsed. The only difference between them and Deoni was that Deoni shed tears of joy upon understanding what she had just witnessed, while the others did not.

“What the hell… what happened?”

The magician was able to break through the silence and open his mouth not because he regained his composure faster than others, but because he was doubly embarrassed. The wizard knew what Cadaval’s dagger was. Not only did he know how it was made, he knew how much trial and error had gone into it, but he also knew why it was called ‘remnant’ despite its immense power.

So, I couldn’t accept the reality.

It shouldn’t have collapsed like that.

“What the hell have you done!!”

The magician’s hands begin to tremble, who were not afraid of blasphemy as he ordered the murder of a hero and a saint. The rapidly stressed body of the magician went against the will of the master and openly expressed fear. Even though the fear and terror that was contagious spread to the Demon King’s army, who was facing the Heretic Judges, and was quietly retreating, the wizard did not even think to stop it or say anything.

The ‘Hero’, who had killed Cadaval, who had been eroded by debris, with only half of his sword drawn, let out a long sigh and drew his sword, and the wizard flinched.

The sword in his hand was horribly broken and shattered, but rather it felt more hideous due to its worn out appearance.

The warrior who killed the remnants with tremendous resilience that even the most talented warriors of the Demon King’s army would stick out with a single blow doesn’t look tired at all. When I recall the image of him fighting Cadaval before using the residue, he is unconvincingly calm.

It felt as if it were saying that punishing a blasphemer was easier than breathing, and the wizard had to be truly terrified.

Eldmia, who relaxed her shoulders while looking at the mage as if she was full of energy, answered briefly.

“Fuck you rick show.”

As the wizard rolled his head to understand what he was talking about, an arrow flew into his shoulder and at the same time, Eldmia kicked off the seat and rushed at

it

.

What was so surprising was that the magician who forgot even the existence of Asillie and allowed the arrows to fall without being able to maintain the magic that kept his body afloat, and the demon army’s morale also fell into the abyss. In inverse proportion to that, the heretic judges’ morale skyrocketed, but among them, the most dominant was the saintess.

The sight of Epah waving a two-handed axe with one hand as she sang hymns to you made me wonder if she had momentarily forgotten the church’s teachings to stay away from fanaticism.

To be honest, I was a little scared that I might become a self-destructing woman Mk2.

If she hadn’t explained her actions after quickly regaining her composure after killing all the Demon Lords, she would have distanced herself seriously.

“I was thrilled to see that Epaga still loved us despite the numerous blasphemy and blasphemy committed by my own people and gave the warrior the strength to put an end to this chaos…

” The saintess’ explanation, clearing her throat, as if she was aware that she was a bit ashamed, made me look back at my abilities.

The saintess noticed at once that decapitation was a combination of divine and magical powers. Even though I couldn’t see it with the naked eye like me, I understood roughly how it worked, and after hearing her explanation, I understood why Seneran was making a fuss.

Although imperfect, this is authority.

An authority that boasts extreme compatibility with demons and demons who are not permitted to manifest in this world. Understanding this, the saintess split the apostates while shedding tears of emotion, and even the heretic judges who understood the situation knelt down and prayed to Epaga after the battle.

That’s why I couldn’t help but have a few questions.

To the extent that I misunderstood this as a magical realm and used it, magic plays a large role in the manifestation of the neck pull. Manaro moves an amount of magical energy that is difficult to even dare to think about.

In other words, Siegfried, a warrior of the Imperial Spiritual Assembly and a human warrior who cannot use magic, would not be able to even imitate this kind of authority.

If evil spirits and devils are things like cancer cells that threaten the entire continent, why is there such a difference?

“It’s a pity, but even our saintess couldn’t give an answer up to that point. So… do you know anything?”

After a brief contemplation, I asked the wizard tied in front of me, but there was no answer.

The mage, who became the sole survivor because the people of the church split the top of the Demon Lord’s army, is sitting in front of a custom-made stump I cut down with an ax for him, and is tied up with his arms raised above him.

Because there was no answer, he said, ‘Kuu, kill me.’ It’s not that he cast the same thing or showed his loyalty to keep the secret by dying. The guy was just terrified.

Of course, even if I pooped in fear, my attitude toward him wouldn’t change.

“Is your life over if you get scared?”

Since his ability to operate magic in a confined space has reached a truly amazing level, he did not budge even though he was holding his sword and using magic time to immediately block any signs of using magic.

In a way, he seemed like an insane person. He didn’t lose focus, but his eyes couldn’t stay still as if he was in a panic, and his whole body was shaking as if he had a chill. His emaciated face is a bonus to the extent that anyone looking at him would suspect that poison had been applied to his shoulder by an arrow.

“Yes, since we have a very awkward relationship, it can easily be difficult to talk. Then, let’s start with the easy questions and build friendships.”

I took out a needle and showed it in front of him in order to raise his concentration. Having already experienced what this thing is, his gaze naturally turned to the needle, and I nodded at that satisfied reaction and moved the needle to his left hand on the stump.

“What exactly was the reason for blowing up our village?”

His gaze shifted to me as he watched the needle in my hand rest between the fingernails of my left index finger.

“…Are you really a survivor?”

Distrust, doubt, anxiety, fear. The emotions rising from inside me were as varied as the eyes of a man with a mixture of truly diverse emotions.

However, I agreed with one thousand and one Eldmia to rationally resolve those feelings, so instead of getting angry at the guy who answered the same question, I inserted a needle with magic power.

“Kheugh!”

His body jumped at the sudden attack, but his arms and waist were tied to the stump, so the resistance wasn’t too great. However, unlike before, I might have instinctively tried to use magic, so the surroundings began to sway with magic power, so I swung my sword as if to chase away flies, interrupting the gathering of magic power and added a word.

“Answering questions with questions will hurt you a lot.”
“Kuh, keuhuh. torture? No matter how you look at it, it belongs to the Special Operations Command. We…aagh!”

I thought he was going to brag about how he was training to respond to torture or how strong his loyalty was, so he just inserted another needle and cut off the conversation.

“It doesn’t really matter if you have undergone rigorous training to withstand torture. I don’t know too much about torture anyway.”

As the pain intensifies, the magician’s eyes become lively as if he is regaining his sanity. I took one more needle in front of such a bastard’s eyes, showed it to him, and gave him one last notice.

“So if you don’t answer until I hit another one, I’ll give up the torture. What exactly is the reason for blowing up our village?”
“Huh, I already guessed…aaaa!!”

Without fail, needles were stuck and screams continued, but the ending was the guy’s laughter.

“No matter how much you stab and cut. You will not be able to understand or figure out this grand precept.”

I would rather have stabbed him one more time because he would have been offended if he used evil, but when he talked about it with a droopy subject as if he had given up everything, it was clear that there was no point in prolonging the time.

“Well, you guys are experts in your own way, but what will come out of torturing me as an amateur? This should be left to the experts.”
“…what?”

To answer the guy’s suspicious gaze, I pulled out all the needles stuck in his fingernails and pointed behind me.

“You are an apostate.”

There, after I gave them a chance to ask questions in a ‘gentlemanly’ way, there stood the heretic judges quietly waiting for their turn to come.

Needless to say, his complexion, which had been slowly regaining its complexion, turned pale in an instant.

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