episode_0116

C.X.

“Are you ready?”

Geomseon’s words were what he said a little while ago.

Without any pitch or pitch,

In a calm tone,

There were no feelings of impatience or anticipation,

Just like waking up in the morning and muttering meaninglessly, ‘I’m tired.’

As if it had no meaning,

The sword that says the same thing is as unmoved as a calm lake.

These were not what Geomseon was saying to Glacia Lavolas, who was standing in front of him.

The question was not addressed to him, but to a shrine located quite far away whose location he did not know.

“I see. I got it.”

I don’t know how I got the answer. But their battles together were always like this.

Shingung sees, Geomseon acts.

The shrine gives instructions, and the swordsman acts.

The shingung thinks, the swordsman acts.

Shingung searches for sue, and Geomseon takes action.

like now.

Unlike before, Geomseon’s sword was imbued with unrefined, subversive power.

Previously, it was like a thin and sharp sword, but now it reminded me of a shield blocking me, a horse, and a sword that would crush its owner all at once.

Kugung-!

The divine power screams, and the ice surrounding Glacia Labolas shatters.

However, Glacia Lavolas is no longer there. No, his new model has completely disappeared.

He disappeared completely, undetectable by either his presence or his senses.

Yes. It was hidden.

The sword was comfortably lowered diagonally and was still looking ahead. He is not a ‘seeing’ person. He might not know it when he’s alone, but when he’s with Shingung, his role is to ‘act’.

And as far as he knew, the eyes of the shrine were more accurate than those of any superhuman.

“Oops!”

okay. It was accurate.

until now.

Before I knew it, the strong smell of blood was coming from the body of Shingung, who had landed next to the sword. This is truly the scent of a close friend’s blood that I have smelled for the first time in a long time.

[As expected, it’s amazing. I was planning on killing him. No, even if I couldn’t kill him, I was planning on dropping at least an arm.]

As if by an invisibility spell, Glacia Lavolas appeared before the two superhumans again.

[My power is an obsession and greed for slaughter. As for humans… ah! okay. assassin. An assassin would be appropriate. Since greed inherently takes away things around us, we naturally deal with coldness. They say that if you take away energy, you become cold. Moreover, my greed for blood is endless, so I have to deal with even colder temperatures.]

“How?”

“Ha… … . I can’t help it. As usual. And wait.”

“Sure.”

[With this level of information, wouldn’t it be okay to say that I took on a significant handicap? But what about waiting? Are you sure you’re not referring to the trick you pulled earlier?]

The two groups were in a strange standoff, each telling a different story even though they were looking into each other’s eyes.

The shrine disappeared, and the sword moved.

The moment Geomseon’s sword was swung, pressing down on the space itself as if to prevent Glacia Lavolas from hiding, Glacia Labolas disappeared as if sand crumbled under Geomseon’s swordsmanship.

Geomseon unconsciously, truly unconsciously, turned his head to the place where the shrine had disappeared.

That moment.

On the other side of where he turned, Glacia Lavolas appeared without any sign or sign.

In Glacia Lavolas’s hand, sharp black nails suddenly became sharp daggers and pierced the swordsman’s chest.

Shuaaaang-!!

Although I barely managed to avoid an arrow with a ferocious force that came flying at me just in time, and with my movements developed as a swordsman, I was able to dodge it.

Suddenly…

Geomseon’s left arm was cut off above the elbow and fell to the floor.

However, the sword did not even pay attention to his cut arm that fell on the floor. Rather, he used the moment when half of his left arm was cut off and lying around as an opportunity.

Sweat-!

Just swing your sword at the fastest speed you can.

What kind of power is divine power? Is it really right for a human body to produce results like this?

After the sword passes, a sound follows. In the trace drawn by the sword, which was almost simultaneous but moved slightly before the sound,

Fit-.

There is a trace of a thin cut on Glacia Lavolas’ neck, and the black blood of the demon is seeping out.

However, just as the swordsman did not pay attention to his severed arm, Glacia Labolas was also unimpressed by the rather deep wound on his neck.

Rather, he nodded with an interesting smile and his body disappeared from Geomseon’s sight again. The place where Glacia Lavolas appeared again was next to the shrine.

However, the first surprise attack was meaningful because it was the first. There is no way that Shingung, who is a warrior who has reached the level of a superhuman and dominates the battlefield with a bow, could not have anticipated something that had already happened once.

Shingung anticipated this and the force seemed to explode from the arrows that had been planted around the spot where she was.

Buzz buzz—

It resonates. No, the moment I felt it resonated,

Kwaaang!

It explodes. In the midst of the uproar where the ground screams and flips over and lumps of dirt fly into the sky, a ray of sharp air penetrates.

I expected this up to this point.

Because the shrine was such an uninhabited place.

I prepared from the moment the arrow stuck in a strange shape on the floor resonated. With an arrow attached to the protest and pulled.

An art that can be performed by those who have reached the level of superhumanity.

With harmlessness, the area that used to stretch far away like a long skewer becomes extremely narrow.

no. It would be more appropriate to say that it was compressed rather than narrowed.

And while clearly feeling the anticipation flying towards him in a split second, Shingung looks at it directly and lets go of his hand that was holding the flag.

To-bang!

The arrow from the shrine disappeared with a sound as if it had been fired from an anti-material sniper rifle rather than a bow. And then it appeared.

Kwaduk-. Clang-dead-dead-dud-.

The arrow that disappeared from the hand of the shrine shatters Glacia Labolas’s right shoulder as if using space-travel magic, and the arrow also shatters into small pieces and scatters.

[Hoo?]

Glacia Lavolas did not hide her expression of interest even as the pieces of the arrow that shattered her shoulder turned into hundreds and thousands of small rivers and destroyed her body.

No, I actually liked it so much that it looked like my mouth was torn apart.

Ironically, the anticipation that started with Glacia Lavolas, that is, the anticipation that the shrine was trying to avoid, is still coming towards her.

Even though he had set a trap for himself, Shin Gung acknowledged that he could not stop the unabated anticipation for a split second.

So, in order to minimize damage to one leg, I twisted my body and pulled the arrow again.

Deep!

Although it is an arrow fired in a panic, it is shot from a very close distance and does not even contain strong energy. It gets slightly stuck in the forehead of the highest level demon and then falls.

But that was it. Although he fired another arrow, his strength was not enough to stop Glacia Lavolas from rushing towards him.

Shingung, who was preparing a technique with the intention of giving flesh and bones to prepare for the pain that would soon come, heard a completely unexpected sound and was unable to fire his arrow.

Kiiing―. Wow!!

Like the lance charge of a foolish knight who rushed into a windmill, Glacia Lavolas’ claws screamed and were blocked by something.

Was it a screening? Has he arrived already? Is that possible?

The moment many thoughts pass through your mind,

“Up to there.”

Shingung was able to know who the main character was just by the voice of the being who had predicted and helped him escape the worst moment.

“… Gray.”

It was Gray and his women.

“How about… Crab?”

Even though it was far away, Shin Gung heard that the guy had interrupted the emergency signal sent by the swordsman.

Her surprised reaction wasn’t because she didn’t trust May.

Even for her, who is called a shrine and is a strong person who ranks high among superhumans, the cute beast-human child named Mei(?) was definitely not beneath her.

However, Shingung was a woman who was born as a hunter, grew up as a hunter, and reached the level of a superhuman as a hunter.

It was her personality to assume the worst case scenario and prepare for it, even if it was just one possibility. Engraved in instinct.

The moment she first got far away from the top-level demon, she imbued the magic doll she had with divine power and threw it as far away as possible.

I know that Geomseon must have used the same magic doll, but Shingung did it anyway. Because there may be some kind of interference.

okay. It was a behavior that came out of some kind of habit or compulsion.

Just as an experienced soldier and intelligence agent naturally checks his exit route when he enters a restaurant, even though he is retired.

And only now, seeing as Gray and the women have appeared by his side, the ‘interference’ mentioned by the highest level demon must not have been a bluff or a lie.

And Shingung’s preparedness for emergencies yielded the best results. So much so that I can’t even think of the worst possibility of giving up a part of my body and having no choice but to struggle.

And at just the right moment.