Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 477

Even though the sun was still shining, Eldmia’s sword showed off its presence brilliantly.

The light, which came as fear to some and sublimity to others, calmed down only after it settled clearly in the form of a sword.

The sight, which seems to have no other way to describe it other than the expression of scattering divine power arbitrarily, was enough to make the viewer feel various emotions. In the end, those who were overcome with emotion, even if it was the power of another god, each of the faithful raised their weapons while shouting the name of the god they worshiped.

two warriors.

It was such an amazing sight that I wondered if something like this had happened again throughout the history of the continent, and for that reason, those who were convinced that this moment would be remembered as a myth beyond a legend ran forward, realizing that they were together at that moment.

Also, the gods are watching over us. It is clear that even those who do not point out the warriors are protecting us in a different form.

we weren’t wrong

Being a hero serving another god does not cause any doubts, dissatisfaction, envy, jealousy, or even distrust of a god. As long as they don’t serve evil spirits, all warriors are ultimately blessings and miracles bestowed by the gods for mortals.

At this moment, all the human tribes rushed at the demon army, shouting the glory of the gods, as if they had been rewarded for their faithfulness in front of religion until now.

At the moment when the dreaded war turned into a holy war, the soldiers clumsily followed the pronunciation, assuming that it must have been a language representing the will of God, although they did not know the meaning of what Eldmia shouted while raising her sword.

It was a magnificent sight to be left as a picture to those who did not know it…

“Why is it like that even if I shout out…”

Siegfried, who knew everything, must have felt confused by the pseudo Korean heard from all directions. It was hard to hold back laughter even though it was a serious situation, thinking that the hot spring area was full of Homer Simpson.

Siegfried, who belatedly figured out the situation by learning that even a monster will die if its head is removed, tried to manage his expression as much as possible while holding back a sigh that burst out, but Entire, who came running with excitement, shouted and copied clumsy Korean, so he eventually failed. I did.

“Lord Khalesi. Orders.”

Of course, the Demon King’s army was in a situation opposite to those of the Humans.

Not only do soldiers abandon their weapons and run away or lose their will to fight one after another, but even the commanders, who were watching this scene through magic, take some time to recover from the mental shock, and the command system is almost half dead.

Even so, it was entirely because of the illusion wizards that there were not a few people who did not give up fighting.

“Not only the commanding department, but even the transmission of orders between officers is not smooth.

To be precise, it was because they knew that they had been dealing with the hero by applying the divine power of the demon god.

It was very common sense and simple logic. If we really turned our backs on the demon, wouldn’t we be able to use divine power?

“At this moment, the highest command authority is you, Lord Khalesi, the commander of the Special Operations Command’s Hero Response Unit. Please give the order.”

There is just something wrong. Or it’s just the result of the enemy’s cunning tricks. Even in this situation, the eyes of those who did not put down their weapons, believing in the conclusions reached by rolling their heads, which could be said to be calm if calm, fell on Khalesi, who forgot even to complain of pain and was fascinated.

The authority of the strong is so enormous that it is difficult for other races to understand, and because of this, the upper and lower ranks are also a firm demon army, so no one doubted that Khalesi would give ‘proper’ orders.

If you want to fight fiercely and die, you will die together, and if you want to retreat to plan the future, you will retreat together. Unlike new recruits who wander halfway, they were veterans who could be called veterans, and they were soldiers who had defended the front line.

“Retreat.”

Quick and forceful orders were what they longed for, and the soldiers acted without hesitation.

“Retreat! Retreat!”
“Contain Eldmia! Protect the wizards! Now is your chance as he fights the runaway wizards!”

The order to retreat made even those who lacked the will to fight move. Thanks to this, the nearby Demon King’s army, which had been stagnant in the chaos, began to withdraw quickly by gathering troops.

In the midst of that synchronized movement, Khalesi, who had been glaring at Eldmia with a serious expression, forgetting even the pain in her shoulder, cautiously raised her hand. When I stepped down, I needed to check one more thing with that ridiculous variable.

Clearly Baselard had activated magic.

However, after his sword exploded with light, those eaten by the erosion are still only the two of her first victims. Even one of them was decapitated by Siegfried’s greatsword and died without any regeneration or anything, and the other one is being thoroughly played by Eldmia.

if, really if.

What if the sword he is holding is about to break, the holy sword that the Special Operations Command has been looking for?

And what if he used that power to stop the erosion of the mages who were supposed to be eroded by the dregs?

Even now, it is possible to visually confirm that the speed of recovery of discarded cards cut by his sword is significantly slowing down. It is unreasonable to dismiss all of this as a coincidence, so it would be more correct to assume that it has something that can stop erosion or the power to resist the power of evil spirits.

Since it was Khalesi who had no intention of taking risks with uncertain variables on this battlefield anyway, she decided to make a final experiment using a moderately injured mage as a scapegoat.

Baselard suffered a neck injury, but his mobility was fine. Khalesi looked away from him as he safely retreated with the help of those around him. After seeing the wizard whose legs were pierced by Eldmia’s projectiles and unable to walk properly, he immediately cast magic.

“clear.”

It doesn’t matter if he can’t stop the erosion. If so, the mage will buy enough time for the retreat as a throwaway.

Conversely, it may prevent erosion. No, rather, it was the best. It will be a great opportunity to remove the stumbling block of being eaten by the remnants of evil spirits.

I hope it’s the latter, and just before the magic that left her hand flies into the bracelet worn by the lame wizard and collides with it, fragments from the sword of Eldmia, who is fighting the castaway, fly in in an instant, making it impossible to see with the naked eye. Sliced the magic exactly in half.

“Did you break the magic…!”

It was surprising enough that he accurately targeted and destroyed magic with physical means rather than dispel, but it was a disappointing result.

If so, I was momentarily curious about the principle behind suppressing the regenerative ability of those who fell into erosion, but Khalesi could not ponder for long.

The fragments that destroyed the magic wandered in the air for a while and then flew right into him.

“Kyaaaagh!”

I tried to spread the shield belatedly, but the fragments were faster. Not only did it aim for the right hand that had cast the spell, but it even had the mobility to bypass the soldiers who were trying to block it, and the fragments lodged deeply in her upper arm.

The pain, which was incomparable to that of being pierced by a projectile, rather flashed my mind.

It was a short moment, but because it was Khalesi who had been studying divine power for a long time, she realized that the fragments contained magical power and divine power.

The main idea is similar to that of a demon, but for some reason, the power that has undergone many transformations and has become close to something hard to guess is so new that it makes you think that it might be a new direction for your research even in the pain of being burned by fire. .

As soon as that thought came to mind, the action Khalesi took was to use her arm as a scapegoat and use magic to trap the fragments in her body.

“Aaaagh!”
“Damn it, Lord Khalesi is injured! The wound…”
“No! Don’t touch it! Don’t miss it!”

It was an incomprehensible pain. It was all the more so because he had been using the divine power of the demon without any problems to say that he suffered more damage from the divine, which is the opposite of using the remnants of the evil god.

It was because of her obsession to complete her research that she was able to not lose consciousness in the midst of extreme pain, where even a brief moment felt like an eternity.

Kalesh’s obsession with casting magic while watching one arm turn to mush from shrapnel as she frantically races beyond simply trembling from pain to return to her master makes even veteran soldiers who have seen all sorts of horrors on the battlefield roll their eyebrows. It was insane enough to frown.

“it’s okay!”

And finally, seeing the sight of Khalesi with a face filled with joy, not even caring about his broken arm after succeeding, some soldiers eventually turned their eyes away and decided to focus on retreating.

At this moment, the demented laughter of Khalesi beside them was more terrifying than the painful screams of the monster behind them as they quickly moved away from the battlefield.