185 Klinge Defense Battle, part 3, apparently.

"Kill her! Kill her!"

Decree, too sad a cry echoes on the battlefield to call it.

To be played by that voice, the army of demons began to march.

But it wasn't an advance by predators with prey like that in front of them until then, it was driven by the fear that we had to kill that apron dress woman here to be turned to the side where we were preyed upon.

The Apron Dress woman shrugged in a flat voice without even showing a bare gesture to move, turning her bloody eyes and blowing bubbles out of her mouth and storming the demons.

"Attack initiated."

Countless light bullets are fired out of the city beyond the barrier.

When the light bullet struck Wyburn and the others flying in the sky, it pierced its stiff scales without anything, and blossomed in the sky.

All over the bodies of the Wyburns, whose advances cease with a painful voice, more light bullets of pursuit are shot in, and the Wyburns, who are filled with holes, can no longer continue to fly through the sky, falling straight to the ground.

While the free-fall Wyburn's body clashes to the ground with every demon he puts on his back as he falls while caught in a falling giant and desperately avoided by the subdued dragons and orcs on earth, both the otherwise desperate Wyburn and the demons will suffer from severe pain without dying, torn all over his body or bent in strange directions.

I guess there would have been no problem if the orcs and goblins were enough to storm, but if giants like Wyburn were to storm, they would definitely involve their surroundings.

To the place where the messed-up wings and tails were knocking down the soldiers who were on the ground, shells that flew into the mountains landed, exploded and scattered flames.

The bodies filled with holes are lit up to the fire, and the Wyburns storm even harder as they scream like crazy, and the fierce demons roll around the ground trying to extinguish the fire on their bodies.

With all that misery at stake, as one, nothing has ever welcomed death.

"It was a simultaneous attack by anti-aircraft fire and demonic curved artillery from the master's castle... I'd like to know, you guys"

All over Lianya's castle, it should be called the gun seat created by Emil and Frau. It was awaiting the decree with Keith's 100 men under his command placed.

And at the same time that the decree was issued, he shot all the firearms on the gun seat anyway, as he had been instructed beforehand.

Originally a unfamiliar and unfamiliar substitute for the soldiers of this world, it was externalized from the outset in terms of efficiency and hitting rates.

Anyway, if only we could barrage up and stop the troops invading us from the sky and the ground, it was as much of an installation as it was conceived, but the density of the enemy forces combined well with the density of the barrage caused considerable damage.

"This is where you get confused about whether your allies exceed expectations or your enemies fall short of expectations."

The demons, who were about to roll over and extinguish the fire, finally extinguish the fire and wake up their bodies.

Depending on the movement, what was a body that was melted and charcoaled from all over the body crumbled and fell.

From where the charcoal has peeled off, the bright white bone is peeking into his face, and the area that did not burn down to the bone exposes the red meat.

The demons don't know why death doesn't come when they're like that.

I just look at my bones and meat that have been muddled out and raise an incomprehensible groan and scream.

From a scaffold made of crawl, a woman in an apron dress flutters down to the ground without sound and opens her arms all the time without even paying attention to the tragedy around her.

"Magic Name"

Between the spread arms, a black cube appears just around the chest of a woman in an apron dress.

Appeared suddenly. Besides, a woman in an apron dress with her right hand stuck without hesitation moves her arm as if looking for something crappy for a nose mix.

"Well, what's going to happen?

The woman's hand pulled out of the black cube at the same time as the word butt was a very sweet, terribly cheap looking rabbit plush from the build.

"Oh, cute"

Tight and cheeky on it, the Apron Dress woman starts walking on a miserable battlefield.

Strangely enough, the cube she pulled out of the stuffed animal follows her with the universe floating, trying to fit the movement.

If only we could defeat her, we could get out of this hell.

In such hope, demons who were still capable of fighting held weapons in their hands and killed them.

"Magic Name"

Gently release the rabbit stuffed animal that the woman in the apron dress was holding overhead.

The toyed rabbit stuffed animal disappeared as if it could be solved, passing between demons in the next moment when something was about to strike a woman in an apron dress.

The demons didn't even try to confirm what the hell was going on, but they couldn't afford it. They tried to run straight for women, and each noticed their vision tilted diagonally or upside down.

"Gi......?

As soon as any of the demons that were about to strike leaked their voices, it rained bright red all around them.

It's their necks that make every single sound and fall to the ground.

And from the severing surface of the body that had lost it, the momentum of the fountain was blowing up the blood towards the sky.

They cannot die because of the provisional first immortality they are being given, which is supposed to end with it.

Something that twitches and suffers from the severe pain of being splashed around your neck, or your body searching for your neck to the right and left while you feel it.

Luckily, where my body found my neck, it didn't stick.

When it gets horrible, there's even something that's trying to pick up a neck that's not mine and push it to the severed surface of a desperately cut neck.

"What's next?

If you gently flatten your left hand, the black cube that was following you will fit over its palm.

Sticking her right hand in there, the woman in the apron dress pulled out at once gave an obviously discouraged look when she saw what her hand was holding.

"This is a hassle."

It was a single bill that was being gripped.

Some kind of letter is written red on the surface of the bills that are blurry.

"But it's a corner, so let's try it"

She muttered so, no matter who she told, she pasted it on the back of the body of the unnecked demon that was roaming right around the corner.

"Magic Name"

The body with the tag on it trembles with horror.

I immediately turn my arm around my back and try to peel off the sticky bills, but I can't successfully peel the bills because they are in a state where my neck has been dropped.

In the meantime, the letters on the bills begin to dazzle.

"This... feels surprisingly good..."

The body that was trying to peel off the back tag suddenly holds her chest as the woman in the apron dress watches.

It was as if it had been a move to withstand something, but the reason for it was immediately apparent.

With the sound of something being ripped off, the body's chest opened to the audible opening.

From the splashing blood and flesh, each one of them eats up to the body of another demon who emerged and was nearby, with a groaning laugh of something like the soul of a human being with only a mouth that produced translucent fangs.

The eaten soul dives straight into the body, eating the flesh, and the body bursts into pain. After a while, the chest opens just like the first victim and again spits out the soul of the three human beings.

"Body bombs are chain moves. Eating enemies, increasing the number of enemies eaten as a force and devouring another victim..."

Put your arms together and have them like bumps and solitary as you tilt your neck.

"I thought it might not be possible because there's a tentative first immortality on the horizon, but this seems to work."

I stroke the head of the soul of a man who has come near me, okay, and the soul tends to ring its fangs and fly away in search of a new victim with joy.

There are a lot of hard liquids around to describe. Solids splash and fall to the ground and accumulate, but there is nothing dirty at all in the clothes of women in apron dresses.

They don't even try to touch her body as if those stains were avoiding her.

If she is a normal person, she gently pulls her body when she raises her gaze like she notices something, going through a miserable state of hesitation to move on without changing her complexion one by one.

Make sure you chase that pulled body, and the slaughter that cuts through the atmosphere hits you.

"Ooh? Ooh, ooh, ooh?

Turn around and flinch as you raise your mind out.

The slaughter that manages to capture that body is carried out from the next to the next, but there is not even a sign of it.

"You fucking asshole..."

"It's a lady, isn't it? That's terrible."

After several dodges, shielding the body of a demon who lost her neck, she jumps back and forth to widen her time while blocking the target's sight with blowing blood.

With a rough breath beyond its bloodshed, it was one of the devil's men who rearranged the sword he wielded.

"It's impudent to cut a handless woman with such a boneless weapon, demon."

"Who's clueless, you monster?"

"I'm pretty sure you're powerless?

Without alarm, turn your eyes to the great sword held by the Demon Clan, and make sure that you are not mistaken in your words.

"What the hell are you!

"Oh, didn't you name it?

With her right hand on her chest, gracefully thanking her when she pinches her skirt slightly with her left hand, she names.

"I am made-up at Count Knugi's, my name is Frau."

"Maid length!?

"This body is a dummy."

"You're a dummy!

"Yes, the main unit is under surgical control and management in the city."

Flau's dummy, who said so well, leans his head slightly as he wakes up his body.

It was the spear's tip that was sticking out of his back, trying to plunder his tilted head.

"Don't you think a two-on-one surprise attack from behind is terrible?

Fly flawlessly to the side if you're alert to the chase after you pull it back or the change to tyranny.

"But I think there were two male demons left."

Pulling back the spear, it was the demonic woman who went back to set up.

"Are you hiding from one of them?

I don't have a voice to answer Frau I asked.

Flau, who was thinking of the two pairs of eyes staring at him in return without much emotion, pounded one hand as he noticed something.

"What. You're caught in the first hunting rabbit and you don't have a neck."

I didn't know which one it was, but I heard too much teething, but Frau doesn't care.

"Aren't you too dumb to try to make an ambush and get caught up in a range attack or something?

"Shut up, you monster!

"And it's the first shot, isn't it?

"I'm telling you to shut up!

Once again, the Great Sword will be swung down with the scream, and Frau will stick his hand into the black cube while holding the Spear Demon Clan under his gaze alone.

Now he was pulled out when he immediately pulled out his hand without making a rush.

"Oh, is this..."

Huge scissors were gripped in Frau's hand like a scratch.

The blade part alone is about 1 m. Frau, who stood up to take it on his back, softly tells the name.

"Magic name < Meat Cut (Butcher's Sizzler) >. It's a relatively important thing, isn't it?

"Bullshit!

Then again, the sword that had been cut up from the swing down, and now he plays the tip of the spear in the direction of the scratch.

The demonic woman confirms the tip of the bounced ear, but there is no sign that it was broken or cut.

"Again, this is a crummy sorcery."

As he twirls around his body, Flau turns the blade of the jaw and then returns to the kind of structure he bears on his back again.

Around it, the bodies of the monsters who stood up fell to the ground in pieces.

"It's no big deal to attack things. It's just that meat is just so cool."

"Bad taste......"

Flau grins at the words leaked by demonic women, like accidentally.

"It's the devil's word, so I'll take it as a compliment"

The two demons looked up to Frau, who was in charge of a giant bamboo with one right hand and pinched his skirt with his left hand to bow down.