Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 455
[455[Tuesday] Punishment
What Deoni Vire felt as he faced and dealt with Kadabal was gloom..
It was the first time she had personally witnessed the remnants of an evil spirit growing in size as soon as it settled into an enemy's body, but it was not difficult to understand how dangerous and dangerous a force it was, so full of malice that one could mistakenly believe it was emitting an unpleasant odor..
It is truly an evil species..
It didn't matter whether it was really just 'power' or something with the will of an evil god. The remnants of the past, mixed with the divinity that escaped the will of the master and were swayed by the hands of apostates, were a type that should not exist in this world..
But there was no way to do anything.
I could clearly feel the divinity of the Demon God wriggling within me, but that power was completely disconnected from the Demon God's will and refused Daeoni's touch. I was on the verge of tears because I was so incompetent that all I could do was tie my feet in front of a being whose mere existence could be said to be the result of blasphemy..
In the meantime, Eldmia made a request, and I followed along without even having time to think deeply..
It's not like I understood what he was trying to do and moved. But when Eldmia cried out for more time, no one doubted him. It's not because it's blasphemous for a demon god's believer to not trust the demon hero, but because his voice contained an unfounded confidence..
It was undeniable that the results of that faith were very good, but I never expected to rip out the head of a powerful enemy strengthened by a twisted divinity..
Deoni could only watch with a dumbfounded expression as the large, headless figure fell to the floor just as he had raised both arms to strike Eldmia..
And the same was true for the Demon King's army and the Heresy Judges, who were attracted to the heavy noise made by the large body falling. The only difference between them and Deoni was that Deoni understood what she had just witnessed and shed tears of joy, while the others did not..
“What the hell... happened??”
The reason the wizard was able to break through the silence and open his mouth was not because he regained his composure faster than others, but because he was doubly embarrassed. The wizard knew what Cadaval's dagger was. He knew how it was made, how much trial and error it took to make it, and he also knew why it was called 'remnants' despite its enormous power..
That's why I couldn't accept reality.
It shouldn't have collapsed like that..
“What on earth have you done?!!”
The hands of the wizard, who was not even afraid of blasphemy as he ordered the murder of a warrior and a saint, begin to tremble. The wizard's acutely stressed body went against his master's will and openly expressed fear. Even though the fear and horror that was so contagious spread to the Demon King's army that was confronting the Heresy Judges and they were slowly retreating, the wizard did not even think of stopping it or saying anything..
The 'warrior', who killed Cadaval, which was eroded by dross, with just a half-drawn sword, lets out a long sigh and pulls out his sword again, causing the wizard to flinch..
The sword in his hand was horribly broken and shattered, but its worn appearance made it feel even more ugly..
The hero, who killed a scum with an incredible resilience that would make even the most powerful members of the Demon King's army stand out in a single blow, shows no signs of being tired at all. If you think back to the way he fought Kadaval before using the scraps, he looks so calm that it's hard to understand..
It felt as if he was saying that punishing someone who blasphemed God was easier than breathing, and the wizard had to be truly afraid..
Eldmia looked at the magician in awe, relaxed her shoulders, and answered briefly..
“Fuck Rickt Show..”
An arrow flew and hit the wizard's shoulder as he rolled his head to understand what was being said, and at the same time, Eldmia rushed to his feet.
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The battle after killing the axeman ended so easily that it was boring..
What was so surprising was that the wizard, who had forgotten Asilier's existence and allowed the arrow to fly, was unable to maintain the magic that kept his body afloat and fell, and along with it, the morale of the Demon Lord's army plummeted. In inverse proportion to this, the morale of the heresy judges soared through the roof, but the most powerful among them was the saint..
The sight of Epa swinging a two-handed ax with one hand while shedding tears as she cried out a hymn to you made me worry that she had momentarily forgotten the teachings of the church to stay away from fanaticism..
To be honest, I was a little scared that I might become a self-destruction woman Mk2..
She quickly regained her composure after defeating all the demon lords and would have seriously distanced herself from me if she had not given an explanation for her actions..
“I was moved to see for myself that despite the countless acts of indecency and blasphemy committed by my own people, Ephaga still loved us and gave the warrior the strength to put an end to this chaos....”
Although it was said to be an action born out of sincere faith, the saint's explanation made me look back on my abilities as she cleared her throat as if she was conscious of being slightly embarrassed..
The saintess immediately realized that neck cutting was a technique made up of a mixture of divine power and magical power. Even though I couldn't see it with the naked eye, I had a rough understanding of how this worked, and after listening to her explanation, I also understood why the Seneran were in such an uproar..
It's imperfect, but it's power.
A power that boasts extreme compatibility with demons and evil spirits who are not permitted to appear in this world. Because she understood this, the saint shed tears of joy and cut down her apostates. Even the heresy judges, who understood the situation, knelt down and prayed to Epagan after the battle..
So, I couldn't help but have some doubts..
Magical power plays a large part in the manifestation of neck chopping, to the point where I mistakenly used it as a realm of magic. The amount of magic power is so great that it is difficult to even think about it with mana..
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 power..
If evil spirits and demons are like cancer cells that threaten the entire continent, then why is there such a difference?.
“Unfortunately, even our saint couldn't answer that question. So... do you know anything??”
After contemplating for a moment, I asked the wizard tied up in front of me, but there was no answer..
The wizard, who became the only survivor because the members of the church split off the top of the devil's head, is sitting in front of a custom-made stump that I personally cut down with an ax for him, and is tied up with his arms raised on top..
When there was no answer, the guy said, 'Knock, kill him.' It does not mean that they cast the same thing or show loyalty to protect confidentiality by dying. He was just scared..
Of course, even if I urinate in fear, my attitude towards him will not change..
“If you get scared, your life will end?”
The ability to use magic power in a limited space has reached a truly amazing level, so even though I held up a sword and used magic power to immediately block any signs of using magic, the guy did not move..
In some ways, he seemed like a crazy person. Although he didn't lose focus, his eyes couldn't stay still as if he was panicking, and his whole body was shaking as if he had chills. The sight of his suddenly emaciated face is a bonus, to the point that anyone would suspect that the arrow that hit his shoulder was poisoned..
“Yes, we have a very awkward relationship, so it's not easy for us to keep talking. So, let’s start with easy questions and build friendships..”
To improve the concentration of the boy who had difficulty concentrating, I took out a needle and showed it in front of him. The guy's eyes, who had already experienced what this thing does, naturally turned to the needle, and I nodded at his satisfied response and moved the needle to his left hand resting on the stump..
“What exactly is the reason why our village was destroyed??”
His gaze shifted to me as he saw the needle in my hand placed between the nails of my left index finger..
“...Am I really a survivor??”
Distrust, doubt, anxiety, fear. The emotions blooming within me were as diverse as the man's eyes, which were truly a mixture of various emotions..
However, I reached an agreement with one thousand Eldemia to resolve those feelings rationally, so instead of getting angry at the guy answering the school papers, I filled the needle with my magic power..
“Hehehe!”
The creature's body jumped at the sudden attack, but its arms and waist were tied to the stump, so there was not much resistance. However, unlike before, I guess I was instinctively trying to use magic because the surroundings began to stir with magical energy, so I swung my sword like I was swatting away a fly, interrupting the gathering of magical energy, and continued..
“If you answer a question with a question, it will hurt a lot..”
“Hehehe. torture? Even though it looks like this, it belongs to the Special Operations Command. We... ahhh!”
At the very least, it seemed like he was going to brag about being trained to respond to torture or that his loyalty was strong, so I just stuck another needle in and cut him off..
“It doesn't really matter whether you went through hard training to withstand the torture or not. I don't know much about torture anyway..”
As the pain gets worse, the wizard's eyes become brighter, as if he is regaining his sanity. I brought another needle in front of that guy's eyes and showed him one last thing..
“So if you don't answer me until I put one more of these in, I'll give up the torture. What exactly is the reason why our village was destroyed??”
“Hmm, you already guessed it...argh.!!”
Without fail, the needle got stuck and the screams continued, but the end was the guy's laughter..
“No matter how much you stab and cut. Because you don't understand or can't figure out this grand plan..”
I would have rather stabbed him one more time out of embarrassment, but I could clearly see that it would have been pointless to take any more time as he kept talking to me so lazily that it seemed like he had given up on everything..
“Well, you are all experts in your own right, so what will happen if I, an amateur, torture you? This should be left to the experts..”
“...what?”
To answer his puzzled gaze, I pulled out all the needles stuck in his fingernails and pointed behind me..
“You are an apostate.”
There were heresy judges standing there, quietly waiting for their turn after I had given them a 'gentlemanly' opportunity to ask questions..
Needless to say, the guy's complexion, which had been regaining its color little by little, suddenly became pale..
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