Chapter 449

As I flung my body backwards, I felt a heavy weight on the two hatchets I had habitually lifted to prepare for any unexpected situation.

In a short period of time, he was able to put into practice a number of cases in mind, but the captain chose the option of enduring and spilling the attack without any hesitation.

No matter how high the blow was, the opponent was a human race. It was right to believe in one’s own skills rather than worrying about the possibility that a human with skills equal to one’s might attack by siding with the saint of the Demonic Church.

It took less than a second to realize that it was a false belief.

Rather than feeling the bizarre sensation of the blades of overlapping hatchets grinding away, I instinctively pulled back faster, a blow that would have split the top of my head by a single shot passes by.

It was an act closer to instinct than calculation, but he believed that he could surely kill his opponent with this.

Even the moment the opponent let go of the weapon, that belief was not shaken.

Confidently attempting a fatal blow, but missing the weapon and facing death, even though I was in a close situation until just now, I couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“I’ll beat you with my bare hands...?!”

But the hatchet bounced off as if it were all too natural, and the laughter didn’t last long.

The sword, which he did not know at what moment it had been pulled out, blocked the attack quickly, but the hatchet he was holding felt as if it had slowed down in the unknown resistance, so the captain had no choice but to hesitate and step back.

“As expected, it was magical gold.”

The Humans, who were muttering meaningless words, did not miss the opportunity.

There was no time to think about whether I was digging too much into the subject of throwing away the main armament and taking out the secondary armament. Pushing away the hatchet once again, the captain noticed two things as he saw the sword flying to cut his own throat using the recoil.

To him, the sword was never a secondary armament, and that he used magic...

“It’s you!”

A human who uses magic. Little Eldmia.

Normally, he would have blocked it with a hatchet, but two subordinates blocked the front of the captain, who was twisted backwards with a slightly ugly look, worried about the ax blade that was cut in half in a single blow, and swung their swords at the human race.

Even though it was a very neat and sharp cooperative attack, he deflected their attacks like water flowing. And this time, the Heretic Judges broke through that gap and widened the gap to protect the human race.

I thought a confrontation full of tension would continue... but the saintess’ reaction is strange.

“Didn’t you decide to hit the wizard first!”

From her eyes as she cries out in bewilderment, more absurdity than anger and venom towards the apostate flows out, and the human race points their finger at her as if they have absorbed all of the saintess’ venom and rage, looking like they are on the brink of rampage.

Just like the holy spells that clerics use as if it were natural, they are natural, and it is no different from magic to those with weak faith. Rather than a gift from God, it is regarded as just a reward for faith.

But warriors are different.

It can appear only when God grants it, and it can be confirmed only when the intervention of the divine is certain, not a natural appearance.

Obviously an artificial human being... no, a divinely created phenomenon.

Even more so, he would be intimidated by dealing with a human hero, but the confusion only increased as the demon saint shouted over the human race as the hero of the devil.

“Damn it, I would have killed them all then...”

Ignoring the reaction of the demons, the wizard who stepped forward rolled up his arms and tried to cast magic, but Eldmia moved.

It wasn’t a big move. Just as he stretched out his hand, the two-handed ax that fell on the floor flew back into his grasp as if it had been thrown. However, due to the ensuing confusion, the sight felt like a surreal manifestation of a miracle in the eyes of some, and a grotesque witchcraft to others.

“You can’t die gracefully.”

Is it because it was In an attempt to understand Eldmia’s words, which had been calmly recited to the point of chilling, the ax cut through the air as everyone tilted their heads.

Those who are skilled in mana use feel the subtle flow of magic power from the huge two-handed ax that flies away, and the captain feels as if a huge chunk of magic power is flying away, but the person who has become the target has no time to feel it and hooks to avoid the ax that closes the distance. All I could do was throw myself sideways.

“Quaaaaagh!”

Unfortunately, the action wasn’t that perfect. The ax flew in with the momentum to cleavage everything in its path, slicing the wizard’s left shin in half and locking himself in the cave wall, and the silence was broken by the wizard’s scream as a flare.

“Fight! Is the hero a great number?! It’s too late to turn around anyway!”

“Ha, but the captain...”

The captain clicked his tongue as he looked at his hesitant subordinates.

No one treated the saintess’ cries as bullshit. but i can’t say anything about it He himself did not believe that she had lied to get out of this situation.

Even so, he couldn’t be killed without a fight, so the captain frowned and swung the hatchet at the forehead of his subordinate, who was looking at him with a look full of anxiety.

I wanted to split it up, but I couldn’t.

“If you want to live! You have to kill! You think there’s going to be a back here!”

“That’s right.”

The captain who threatened him and the subordinate who had been beaten by him with an ax handle turned their heads at the answer that came out of an unexpected place. He expressed his voice with his hand:

“Words beaten.”

A spear-like voice shot from his hand.