“Then stop this for now.”

What follows along with Eldmia’s low muttering is a series of attacks that are too difficult to follow with the eyes.

Gish felt a chill run down his spine in the short burst of consecutive attacks. Aside from being simply threatening, this ridiculous series of attacks was one of the things he was very familiar with.

“Where the fuck do you...!”

Asmodian.

It was very similar to what the damn skirmishers were using for a short-term showdown.

“A demon I met on the road used it.”

“How did you meet a demon on the road!”

Even though it was several years ago, seeing that it was so similar that it was forcibly pulled up from the bottom of my memory in an instant, the fact that I met the demons itself would not be a lie. But where? Did you go to the battlefield? In fact, the age is a lie, and is it actually 10 years older?

In the meantime, that tongue still couldn’t be ignored.

“It seems to have been a trump card!”

But in the end, it’s just a level of following. I don’t know how they imitated the instantaneous explosive power of the demons, but that’s not something that can be easily imitated with a human body.

And there are also fatal flaws. The downside is that even demons can’t maintain that state for long.

“You should have definitely understood the technique and imitated it!”

If you go to a long-term battle, you have to stop unconditionally. Even the demons, but humans can’t follow even half of that. In fact, there were not one or two knights who died after halfway trying to imitate them.

He can’t exceed ten sums, and his power is drained.

“Asmodian technology is not something that humans can imitate!”

“Well, it seems that if you keep that bastard for a while, you’ll end up on the verge of falling behind.”

Of course, they should have been tense, but Eldmia, who even had the time to answer in a strangely calm voice, happily continued.

“But since that bastard couldn’t hold on and died in the end, wouldn’t I be alive and breathing here?”

Gish felt a strong sense of uneasiness at the calm, unfeigned reply, and took a step forward with his teeth gritting to end the attack.

The law of destruction that I realized while meeting and dealing with countless guys. If you lack skills, you have to risk your life, and even if you have enough skills, it’s never easy, but in the end, that was the only way.

Dig in, cut off the flow, change the offensive, and hold on until the power of the demons runs out.

“Then you know this too!”

If he had really dealt with him, Eldmia would have known about it as well.

I put my sword through it with all my strength to cut off the chain attack and even cut off my breath.

“You know. I did too.”

Eldmia casually let go of the blades rushing towards her neck and continued the attack again.

“It’s not easy, really!”

“That’s why you’re so easygoing compared to what you boasted about.”

Aside from blocking the subsequent attack with a forced smile, a vague feeling of uneasiness swept over Gish.

As the fight of counterattack begins in an instant when the narrowly dodged, cut, and the sword engages, it is now to the point of reacting instinctively, but Eldmia is still breathing but calmly continuing the battle without being disturbed.

“Didn’t you see that the demons had horns on their heads?”

However, to her own question, Eldmia simply answered with a laugh.

“Otherwise, your strength right now doesn’t make sense.”

“Why doesn’t it make sense? The person I know from Lovell wields a warhammer of iron that is no different from a battering ram without an aura. Isn’t it just that you’re weak?”

“Did you meet the dragon blood clan of Lovell?”

“Dragon blood what?”

In response to the reaction of not knowing what he was talking about, he would have continued the conversation if he was a regular gish, but this time he decided to poke a gap.

Judging from his monstrous stamina, it was dangerous in a long-term battle. power. No, I had to end it with a desperate blow. That’s why Gish used the maximum amount of aura he could at once and rushed at Eldmia.

“Fuck.”

It was a thrilling sight to see Eldmia’s sword, which reacted as if it were natural for even the shortest thrust to the neck, to try to let go of the attack cleanly as it swung along with a brief disgust. If it wasn’t a direct attack, it was a neat and clean movement to the extent that I doubted that it might have been agreed upon in advance.

Thanks to that, Gish was convinced after confirming the series of processes shown by the extremely nervous and aura-enhanced nerves.

‘This is not a human child.’

I hoped he wouldn’t stop it, but in the end, without hesitation, Gish let go of the sword and took out the two daggers he had hidden under his shoulder armor. Throwing away the sword and winning by memorization was really hurtful to one’s pride, but that was only true when dealing with people.

The idiots who shouted chivalry when catching monsters were the first to die on the battlefield.

Even the most brilliant knight must be prepared for a fatal wound from this attack. A general swordsman might not know, but even a swordsman of the same level cannot avoid the dagger that an Auror expert wields at close range.

Gish had a foreboding of victory as he watched the dagger pierce without delay as he entered with the determination to throw away the sword in the first place.

“There are two main ways to make people angry.”

Until Eldmia’s kicks flew from below towards her stomach.

-Quad deuk!

The sound of a kick against the armor, even from the bottom up, didn’t sound like it would make, but Gish didn’t have time to question that fact, and in an instant, he felt the warped breastplate shatter his lungs and let go of the dagger he was holding.

“The first is to stop talking.”

Eldmia calmly continued to speak even while her head, which had turned white from the intense pain, couldn’t even come up with a proper question.

Gish, unable to stop the body that had forgotten to breathe, sat down on the floor, displaying the last of his patience as he stared at Eldmia.

“Second...”

But there was no other intention in that action. It was just that the words of that damn muzzle made me worry again without even realizing it.

‘Yes, what is the other one?’

I tried to spit it out of my mouth, but what came out was blood.

Gish felt death in the midst of the thought that he couldn’t even say if his lungs were damaged, and he couldn’t properly accept the pain. Even if Eldmia suddenly showed mercy, it would be difficult to survive in the state of the mansion. ‘I

never

thought I’d die like this...”

Eldmia swung her sword

while looking at Gish calmly. A shining blade flew into his throat, not realizing it.