391 I hear it's not gonna be a glimmer.

"Undead? No, you're too soon."

As he pushed the body of the clower he was receiving behind his back, Lianya muttered so without taking her eyes off the giant pig who began to move with her sword in one hand.

It is also the knowledge that Lianya knows that the body of a demon who has lost his life can become undead and move when time passes.

The opponent, however, should be just a pig, even though he is huge, and most importantly, he should have just been defeated and I don't think the time has passed to undead him.

"I don't think so. Doesn't look like an undead."

"You're not. This is no sign of the undead."

Emil, who was watching the pig without alarm, decided so, and similarly the sitting Zion made him decide that decision.

But if the other person isn't undead, I don't know why that body that lost its life once moved out.

The pig keeps trying to stand up in a slow motion with the light lost from his eyes.

"We should put the cause behind us and now we should think about doing something about this guy"

"That would be easy."

Emil, who answered Lianya's words, quickly steps forward.

Filling the distance from the pig in an instant, Emil let off a forward kick from the immediate front of the pig with its velocity intact, and the whole body of the pig, which devoured the intense blow to the forehead area, swayed by the impact.

But Emil, who unleashed the kick, hurriedly jumps back as he shows a surprising color on his face.

No matter how powerful the Demons were, it was still Lianya who wondered if there was too much physical difference, but Emil accidentally caught a slight eye on zero words.

"If it feels like it right now, the skull would have kicked to pieces."

Emil is like that, but I don't think there are any creatures that aren't going to die from getting their skulls kicked to pieces.

But when the pig stood up as if he claimed that being kicked was a lie in itself, he went in for Emil while knocking down the tree with its giant.

"You're tough! Not at all!"

Against the pig coming in, Emil stepped on the pig's head in a crossed mood when he was relative from the front without showing a bare gesture or anything to dodge.

According to the weight difference, Emil's side should be unilaterally blown away, but stomping on that weight difference with leg strength that is not even supposed to cause the pig's protrusion to be forced to stop.

But Emil just said that wasn't enough, and he kicked straight through the head of the stopped pig drawing a curve that almost spilled out of it when he pulled back on his stepped foot.

The loud noise of the meat being struck echoes, and the eyeballs fall zero from the pig's orbit, bending with enough certainty to know that his neck would definitely have been broken.

"I can't believe you let me attack you three times, no matter how big the pig is..."

"Dude, it's not over yet"

Now that I had finished, to Emil clapping his shoulders as he put his kicked out leg back, black Moya, who was manipulated by Zion, grabbed Emil's white collar as he raised his warning voice and looked at Zion as he rounded his eyes all the way.

"Hey, buddy? Wait..."

"There's no time."

Black Moya, who was grabbing the collar of her white coat, is pulled back by cutting off Emil's words for respite altogether.

As Emil's body clings to the white coat in a way that embraces herself, just because she can't wait to be taken off her white coat, a hog bent at a strange angle remains in that state, crushing with its giant where Emil was until a moment ago.

The fact that he did not fall in despair was immediately apparent from the fact that the pig, with his neck bent, turned his body toward Scion, who recovered Emil.

"Won't you die with that!?

Freed from black moya in the air, Emil, who landed on the ground like a buttcake, appeared to have hit him hard. He stood up as he rubbed his own butt, and raised his voice just to say he couldn't believe it when he saw the pig still moving.

"I should have destroyed my skull and cervical spine, hey!?

"The reality in front of you is the answer."

I wave that hand against a pig whose answered Scion progresses again.

Though the distance was quite far away, when the black moya bursting out of its hand was released in a straight line like a spear, it pierced the body of a pig, which it never avoided, and dispersed as if it had hit an invisible wall on its surface.

"Prevented!?

"I don't know what's going on with preventing that one of my buddies!?

When Theon and Emil each fly off the spot with a voice of surprise, the pig who loses his goal plunges straight into the line and knocks down the trees, and when he stops at some distance, he starts setting his aim on the Theons again.

"It's just a pig, and now you're gone."

"My partner's that sucks, he's intelligent enough to decide, and he's skilled at preventing it. There's no way he's just a pig."

"Being prevented means it'll do some good if you hit it."

"I think so, but can you guess"

It is a pig who did not defend himself when Emil kicked him.

That only Sion's attack was defended was considered a sign that Sion's black moya was dangerous for pigs, as Sion said, and that pigs understood it.

Then it was thought that if Zion's attack hit him, he could do something about it, but the pig is letting it be well prevented.

"If it's going to be difficult, what am I going to do?

It was Lianya who watched the situation that casually spoke to Shion and Emil wondering what was wrong.

Behind it is the cloire, but he gazed at the pig, still in motion, even though two demonic and divine beings attacked him, with a strong face.

If he does poorly, Zion gently concedes the spot to Lianya after only a few thoughts before the pig who wonders if his endurance alone would be comparable to that of the demon king he defeated the other day.

"Please, Doctor."

"Oh, I don't think that's so much."

Take a leg to the place conceded, to Lianya opposite the pig, the pig advances as if he doesn't even realize that his opponent has changed.

In contrast, Lianya, who had likewise moved forward, flashed her knife to its neck without rubbing, slightly opening her body and pulling the pig's thrust.

Lotus Yashi squeaks a whisper as she stands in front of Shion and Emil without seeing the pig pushing behind her, a knife that snapped his pig's neck at such a speed that she could see that it had flashed.

"Missed cut"

It was a very short and easy Lianya grunt, but the shock that one word had on the Scion and the others was immense.

It is true that Lianya used the knife to cut it off.

Something in the shape of a pig that attacked us on its own, if we looked at the pig with a gaze that included fear of how much endurance it had, we could see a deep and long knife wound engraved around the neck of the pig that slowly returned his heel to show that Lotus Ya's blow had indeed hit him.

"I was gonna drop my neck."

As if he didn't care so much about the missed cut, Lianya, once again with a knife, looks at the knife wound he inflicted on the pig's neck and narrows his eyes surprisingly.

The knife wound, though missed, should have put a lot of deep hand on it.

Even so, there was no appearance of bleeding from the wound that opened thoroughly.

Instead, the croir screamed small with eyes on what was scratching with the wound.

From the unbled wound, if true, the meat of the pig should have been visible, but it was the countless tentacles that were showing themselves from inside the pig as if blocking the wound.

Close to white, pink. Is it even equipped with a suction cup? When the tentacles that showed up from the wound were affixed to the area of the pig's head, which was beginning to snap deep, they began to fix it.

As a result, the tentacles, which would be the same as those out of the wound from the orbits that lost the eyeballs of pigs in the form of looking straight ahead, also fill the vain orbits.

"You look disgusting."

The pig that pushed in again and Lianya's body rubbed off.

The rampage while pressing and folding the disturbing trees really slows down and doesn't even get to capture Lianya's body, but the body of the soldier, who was already left half alone because he is dead, gets caught up in that rampage and crushed.

To that, it was Lotus Ya who made his expression rude, but his hand quickly manipulates the knife to cut off the pig's neck, as if it were detached from his emotions.

As if he didn't realize it had been cut off, the pig's neck nearly fell off as the pig ran straight through stopped his leg, shifting from the area cut by Lianya.

However, when countless tentacles stretched from the torso to the severed surface of the neck about to fall before its neck completely fell off, it is forced to pull it back into the torso to support it.

"You're not a pig anymore."

Without answering Shion, who frowned at the sight of the creeps, Lianya quickly stepped into the pig who was trying to make her neck snap but turn back towards herself, this time breaking its head vertically.

The head of the pig divided from left to right, however, also reverts the severed head with the tentacles covering up the cutting surface.

"That's a frightening regenerative force."

The pig's head rips from the tip of his nose to the cross at the right time for words to end or not.

When Cloire understood that was due to Lianya's attack, there were even deeper sword wounds engraved all over the pig's body.

To the sight of all of them being blocked by tentacles gushing out of the inside, the cloire nauseates and presses his mouth.

"It's not clear."

Furthermore, the pig's front leg is cut off, both left and right, and even if the head that has just been regenerated is now torn into diagonal crosses, the pig produces tentacles from the wound, connecting and stopping the parts that have been cut off.

"It's not like I'm interested in how far it plays."

A knife blow waved a little harder, but now it sliced straight through the neck from the tip of the pig's nose to the torso.

It was just a pig trying to regenerate whether the wound was too large, but the movement stops even as it grows tentacles from the cross section, not so long as it sticks together.

There Lianya waved a knife further, and countless little bullets appeared that burned red around pigs shaped like missed meat chunks.

"If you burn it, you'll stop playing it. That's more or less what it is."

The myriad < small flare bullets > that emerged without chanting glanced at Lianya's gaze and pierced her one after the other into the body of a dull pig in motion.

The entire body of the pig was covered in bright red flames following intensive fire of flaming sorcery that appeared to have been done from the surface of the body or wounds and directed too many at a single beast.

Still, pigs don't fall.

Countless more red bullets appear around the pig trying to walk forward while his body is still standing as he is burned.

"It's a frightening life force that needs to be replaced. Well, let's ash it."

Yet Lianya points to the pig.

Following that motion, the newly created flame bullet landed on the pig's body one after the other, and its body was finally slowly overthrown in a flame that gained even more momentum.