Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 452

The two hatchets play separately to the point where it makes me feel bad, as if my unfavorable predictions never go wrong.

It was also a problem that it was difficult to deal with because the center of gravity was different from the sword. Physically covering the loophole of a weapon whose center of gravity is primarily on the head is another hit.

It would have been much easier if I had been able to manipulate his hand ax when checking him from a distance, but unfortunately, I only had one brain to do that while fighting in person.

At least, even if this guy’s attack was a little less heavy, he would trust his armor and hit it, but his one-handed attack was as heavy as the other bastards’ both hands.

“You didn’t just buy a snout!”

It’s like the water buffalo horns, so why does it feel like I’m being subjected to forced mirror treatment every day? Whether it’s because he has a lot of combat experience or because he’s lost his cowardly head, it’s really disgusting to see a cockroach that gnaws his teeth as much as his hands.

Thanks to this, my resolve to do the same for the guys I meet in the future has become stronger.

“They say they killed Iraf, but there’s nothing wrong…!”

With that feeling in mind, I aimed at my shoulder and let the ax that was swung to the side go as far as I could, then flipped the sword and swung the pommel at the guy’s mouth.

“Close your mouth!”
“Kheuk!”

baek! With that neat blow, his head turns to the side for sure, and before I can do anything more, an arrow flies into the chest of the guy who tries to distance himself. There, I once more aimed at the staggering guy’s neck and swung the enchanted sword with all my might, but just as Asilie assisted me, the wizard flying behind me interrupted this time.

Fortunately, the arrows of fire that flew like homing missiles did not pierce the barrier spread by the gauntlet. It’s definitely something that costs magic power.

“Damn, I never thought I’d be so grateful for a magician’s help.”

I didn’t bother to clean my mouth. Because it was me who regretted every minute and every second.

At that time, I’d rather have taken one more breath, warmed up my body once more, and continued the offensive before he could finish properly. As the needle flew again to cut off the momentum of the magic that would pour until he came to his senses, the arrows shot by Asillie also rained down on the axeman.

And someone who was aiming for that gap threw a spell at the wizard from behind me. Seeing that it contains a particularly thick divine power, it seems like a saint.

Thanks to that, the magic was immediately cut off and I was able to run at him again, but even though it was clear that his eyes were spinning, he easily deflected Asilier’s three arrows with his ax and shouted while glaring at me.

“What the fuck are you in such a hurry for!”

Although he was an axeman who did not lose a tooth even when the blow went in well, he threw the hatchet he was holding in his left hand while spitting bloody spittle as if his mouth was torn.

I wondered if he had gone mad all of a sudden, but the way he threw the weapon was far from desperation. Since I had an extra weapon, it seemed more accurate to see it as a number fight to temporarily block my movements.

Then, of course, it would be the right choice here to take the ax and dig in, but it took the fact that zero speed did not decrease even if I tried to lose strength by extending my mana.

It might be difficult to shed with just a sword. As soon as I made that decision, the helmet wrapped around my head, and after turning my stance so that my right pauldron was facing forward, I took the top stance to receive the ax from him.

“What?!”

A more startled cry erupted from the suddenly protruding helmet, but I ignored it. It was because the heaviness of the hatchet striking the blade at the same time he spat out curse words was unusual.

It was definitely a wise choice to bring out the pitch. It was somehow possible to block the ax and take one more step forward, but even with maximum power, the ax blade and hilt rode up the blade and slanted the helmet and shoulder girdle and bounced off to the side.

Advance at the cost of a little shock. Even if it was a perfect exchange, the guy’s eyebrows twisted, and the movement of his empty left hand with his waist became urgent.

“Ha! I like being reckless!”

I hate you, you bastard!

It was almost simultaneous that it was hard to tell who was faster when he dug in three more steps and swung his sword as soon as he got the axe into my gap, and he took a defensive stance as he drew a new weapon from his waist.

But no matter what he picked, I won this time.

-Quaggagak!

“What?”

If you’re going to act like a B-class villain who takes out a weapon you’ve been hiding and swings it away while watching it, you’re going to lose some of your magic power.

Where can I get a taste of the horsepower grinder?

-Kiyiing!

“Fuck!”

Despite the sparks bouncing in all directions, his weapon held up better than I expected. I was going to cut it in an instant and then sharpen the axe as well, but it gave him enough time to see what was happening to his weapon with his own two eyes, and I also had time to see what his hidden weapon was.

A dagger that doesn’t seem to have anything to call it a trump card other than being a bit sturdy. My impression was exactly that, but the reaction of the axeer, who was on the verge of cutting the blade diagonally, was different.

“What the fuck is this thing!”

Could it be a family treasure or an expensive item? It’s not a low-end weapon, but it looks like a priest weapon, but it seems that even a special unit can’t stand to eat expensive weapons.

I like the way he hurriedly swings his ax in an attempt to somehow shake me off, because it’s so funny.

What I like more than that is that that action was already a late response.

“Is it my business?”

-Kang!

His dagger cuts with an intense sound. At the same time, the thing’s center of gravity was slightly disturbed.

I was very concerned about the ominous spread of a black mist that seemed like it would spray a lot of debuffs from the broken dagger, but seeing as he didn’t try to avoid it, it seemed like it would be enough if I didn’t get stabbed, so I boldly dug in.

No matter how much he wielded the hatchet like his limbs, I had the advantage at close range.

As if taking a half-swording stance, I grabbed the blade with my left hand, grabbed the ax handle with my right arm, and hit his wrist as hard as I could with my left elbow to prevent him from stabbing my side with the broken dagger. He aimed between the ribs and thrust his sword into it.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been able to solve it by cutting, but the feeling I feel in my hand is a bit unfamiliar and undesirable.

But apart from that feeling, in my head, ‘I have to break the blade like this.’ The same regret lingered.

“Kkeuheouk…!”

It was a truly demonic idea, even to my own feelings, for something that suddenly came to mind along with the bastard’s groan, but it was quite plausible.

Up until now, I had only used strong weapons for myself, but it wasn’t a very difficult problem, as I didn’t have to break them with strength, and just injecting mana into a few weapons didn’t last long enough to break them.

Wouldn’t it be fatal even if you were a demon if you pierced your body with a dagger that seemed like it would confirm tetanus just by brushing against it and broke it? As a secondary weapon, there was a need to wear a few daggers.

“Thanks to you, I came up with a plausible idea.”
“Ai…what?”

I didn’t bother talking to him, so I smiled over the helmet and kicked him.

The lungs were clearly injured because the stab was quite deep. The moment I properly gripped my sword and took a posture to cut my throat before he responded, this time not only the wizard but also the other demon kings rushed at me.

“Leader!”

If it was a human, unlike the urgent voice, the ending would have been waiting for the end of missing the timing and looking at the flying axe’s head, but unfortunately, the opponent is a demon.

When it enters its characteristic runaway state, it becomes faster and stronger. There was no exception this time either.

Even the Heretic Judges, who stopped restraining through the Holy Law and engaged in close combat, turned their backs and rushed with all their might, my sword was faster than cutting the axe’s neck.

Such checks were, to the last, a matter within the assumption. I was certain that I had already started halfway the fire in front of my eyes, so I scattered my magic to retrieve the needle and ax and activated the protective magic of my gauntlet. The axeman, who had been kicked by me and rolled on the floor a couple of times, screamed while convulsing. .

“Damn it, step back!”

Then he held up the broken dagger, which still had its ominous energy, upside down, and thrust it into his throat.

“What are you doing again…?”

I and those who rushed at me were surprised by the sudden act of self-harm, but the wizard was different. He cast his magic at the Demon King’s army, not us, and they were blown away by the strong wind and flew to the wizard at high speed against their will.

I had no choice but to look at that bizarre response with a bewildered face, and a strong warning instantly resonated in my head, and a fucking memory came to mind.

“Is it the fucking self-destruct again?!”

Fucking self-destructive woman.

Even the time to question it was a waste, so I poured all the needles and two-handed axes I was trying to retrieve into the axeman and threw myself back.

The protection magic of the gauntlet is also maxed out. The Holy Lady and other heretic judges rush to my side, who uses the Holy Law of Protection to the fullest, and uses the Holy Law again.

The axeman seen on the other side was swelling up in an instant, as if he was really self-destructing.

But… something was different.

“divinity?!”

Astonishment erupted from the saintess’ mouth upon noticing the incident, and the swelling of the body that looked like the aftermath of a self-destruction turned into a gigantic muscular body that resembled a person with an anger control disorder after being hit by gamma rays. It happened at the same time.

“Dying anyway… will be the same…!”

The axeman, who had grown to the point where the dagger stuck in his neck looked like a dainty accessory, charged at me while talking in a grotesque voice.