Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

There were many courageous people in the Demon King’s Army, but there were not many people who could properly cope with the surprise attempt with a needle in the middle of a melee.

Not only that, but among the regular soldiers, there were more that couldn’t even react properly to my attacks, unless they were doping by using runaway magic power. At least it’s safe to say that the guys who approached me, led by the guy who just confirmed the threat of the needle I was flying and made a quick decision, were the most usable in this area.

At the same time that the last one of those useful guys died with my ax splitting his spine, someone who confirmed a signal flare soaring into the sky from the demon lord’s camp in the distance shouted.

“Check the enemy signal! Organize your formation! A welcome wizard will appear soon!”

Looking at the signal that was clearly distinguishable even in the still bright sky, as I retrieved the ax stuck in him, Siegfried naturally approached me, leaving behind the knights who moved in perfect order.

Just a moment ago, fierce battles were taking place in all directions, but now it is different. An unbelievably chilly silence flows around us, perhaps thanks to them screaming and running away as if in a frenzy.

Is it because, unlike my allies, who can’t feel the magic I’m using, they clearly feel it. The last word that the dead soldier shouted, “Hero,” seemed to become a huge shackle and hold them back.

Even though I think it’s an unbelievable speculation, I can feel a strange air current that can’t be denied as there is similar evidence supporting the hypothesis in front of my eyes.

I wanted to reduce the number of people by whipping it once more, but I feared that if I attacked with the feeling of a cornered rat, the atmosphere of fear that I had created would be broken, so I stopped at the line of blowing a whistle to retrieve the needle.

Fortunately, the allies showed the opposite of the Demon King’s army. While the enemies hesitated and retreated, they boldly let go of the knife. Realizing the truth that even if you stay still, the sword does not hurt, the enemies begin to retreat as quickly as fear spreads.

According to what I heard from Siegfried, in the end it would be nothing more than a strategic retreat… Considering that there are some guys who can’t even properly control their weapons and jump out, unexpected variables must have had a big impact on me.

“Sister… hyung, you’re very good at talking? Where did you learn separately?”
“I roughly put together what I picked up a few times while fighting with the members of the church. Rather, what about our knights?”

There was no way to hide the fact that I possessed divine power at the point when the priests already recognized my divine power.

However, it was a waste of time to openly say that I am a hero of the Demonic Cult, and to persuade and convince them, so I had no choice but to justify my individual actions with the help of Siegfried, who was like a human race-limited identity check.

The only thing that was a little different from what was expected was that the brave Siegfried heard the plan and agreed, so the one-sided request to adjust to my sudden action was passed very smoothly. It seems that a synergistic effect occurred when the fact that the battle at the command post during the siege of Levien and the fact that my visit was at the request of the princess overlapped.

“It’s just a sabotage operation? Some of them are genuinely worried that the god you serve will say something.”

Well… Epaga seems to have a lot of worries in many ways. You’re not going to say anything about this.

Like a soldier, he will follow orders, but his intentions may be different, so he told me in advance and asked him to take a look, but this time, the reaction was more normal than expected.

“You’ve put a lot of effort into the Demon King’s operation, but are you worried that your allies will be suspicious? Even if they reveal that you’re a hero now, they’ll say, ‘Oh, that’s right. So, when are you going to cut the Demon King’s army?’ Are you going to move on?”
“You don’t know the world, do you? Did you think that even if we were alone right now, we would meet people from another world from Korea?”
“Anyone can see it’s a fucking special case, so I don’t think it’s an example, but I know what you’re talking about.”

It was nice to meet people from the same world and share secret stories. If we just talk in Korean, no one will understand but us, so if we lower our voices, we don’t even have to worry about someone listening to us secretly.

“By the way, are you really a Demon God’s Hero?”
“Uh huh. The ‘sama’ who drank.”
“Yeombyeong is really filthy faithful. Was it like that in the previous life?”
“Isn’t it polite to die and be reborn, and even if it’s God’s grace, you’ll have a sense of faith that you didn’t have before?”

Siegfried nodded his head obediently and understood, but it was only a reaction close to understanding my situation. The surroundings moved busily while we warmed up for a while, having a silly conversation with each other.

Our allies, who had moved to support our backs, who were protruding forward, hurriedly reorganized their formations, and the Demon King’s forces retreated back, but once again took up discipline and built a defensive line. I could tell that the momentum had changed a lot from before, but that didn’t mean I could be careless and laugh at it.

These are the ones who have been rolling for more than a few years on a battlefield that would have been like hell no matter what. After clearing up the confusion to some extent, it seems that he regained his composure enough to fight mechanically.

Just when they hoped they wouldn’t charge again, they began to feel a distinct presence behind them.

“It’s Zeke.”

As he cleared his throat, he put down the ax and pulled out his sword.

“Oh, right. That bastard.”

The exterior isn’t particularly impressive. It’s just horns, limbs intact, all the features are attached, and it’s all that the armor is poor for a wizard on the battlefield.

However, the aura around them was very similar to that of the remnants.

“Huh, shit things.”

The problem was that the divine power of Epa was clearly felt above it.

“Zeke, does fighting by reviving the corpse of a dead god fall under the category of necromancy?”
“What? What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

Maybe it was because I was almost connected to the rampaging dregs, but I was sure.

They succeeded in turning the remnants of evil spirits into weapons, and even though it is unknown what kind of structure they are, they are forcibly using Epaga’s holy power mixed with mana as a resource to operate the weapon.

And all the illusion wizards who appeared in front of me were wearing it. Judging from the difference in output, it seems that stable mass production has not yet been achieved, but the fact that it is used so confidently is a very threatening situation.

If all of them became mass-produced runaway axes, or if we could make the enemies like that, a catastrophe would happen.

“That’s a shit-colored haired girl. Is she the captain?”
“…If you’re talking dark brown, you’re right. He speaks Korean.”

It’s been a while since I felt like my head was spinning in a field other than combat.

What I can feel right now is Epaga-sama’s divine power is greater. However, the leech princess said that Siegfried encountered those who use the power of the evil god, so when they actually activate their abilities, the holy power becomes food and is eaten by the dregs, and based on that, the power of the evil god turns into something beneficial to them. will be manifested

“Even the fantasy artisans of the Empire consider themselves worthless on the frontlines, so they design and use magic only within the Empire’s territory.”
“Suddenly, what… oh, are you still thinking about why those bastards can stand out confidently?”
“The answer is Alchemist.”

After getting rid of Siegfried’s laughter by returning the drip he had heard before, he tried to maximize his magic poetry, but as expected, there was no trace of illusion magic.

It is impossible to skip the process of preparing the illusion magic, even if it is demonic magic that rolls with magical power.

However, such youngsters are proudly protruding and clad in the power of God.

Among the powers of God, what can skip the preparation process

…
“what?”
“Those bastards seem to be wearing a tool that can turn into a pseudo-deity with the remnants of evil spirits. With that, it’s not a deification, but a kind of buff for them as an instant kicker. You can skip the preparation process, the worst weakness of illusion magic, so you can skip the front line I was able to go crazy while dazzling people. Otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense.”

It was a doubtful assumption from a point of view that did not know the principle at all, but if it was brought down to a level that even mortals could use safely after combining the remnants of evil spirits and illusion magic, that was all.

There’s a possibility that it’s borrowing the power of a god we don’t even know about, but if that’s the case, there wouldn’t be anything clearly stated by our allies as illusion magic. At least, if only one person had done that shit, I think I would have had more possibilities in mind in many ways, but no matter how hard the demon king army prepared for the war, it was more likely to see that they had printed a deteriorating copy, as long as they moved like that by a dozen.

The dung-colored hair, calmly approaching even the battlefield where a war had suddenly arisen like a temporary truce, looked at Siegfried with a strangely calm attitude and opened his mouth.

“You rode today, the brave warrior. Are you willing to give my son away for free?”

What the fuck are you talking about? Why is your pronunciation so poor? Unlike me, who glanced at the messy pronunciation that reminded me of the awkward Korean language used by foreign actors in American dramas, Siegfried spat and replied as if nothing was wrong.

“Yeah. I’m going to decline. You shouldn’t have been messing with my girl’s shoulder.”
“Anyway, I’m going to go to the middle of the day, no…”

The two of them were quite serious, but I couldn’t hold back my anger at the pronunciation of the poop-colored hair, and I slapped Siegfried on the back of the head with the palm of my hand.

Fuck! Allies and enemies were surprised and Siegfried was stunned at the cheerful sound, but he had no regrets because it was at a level that he could not stand.

“Why are you hitting me all of a sudden!?”
“Hey fuck. Did you hear that pronunciation and your ears fluttered?
“What? What are you talking about? Are you speaking normally?”
“What is that…”

At that moment, my hand almost came out again, but the sudden realization stopped me.

“What are you… what?”

The expression on the poop-colored hair that had just seen us conversing in Korean twisted strangely. still speak softly Even if that guy is using Korean because he looks good on it, it’s a pronunciation that can’t be Korean at all.

However, he said that as soon as he saw Zeke, he started talking to him in Korean.

I don’t know if I’d rather have tried to talk in various languages, but since I’m not Korean, how could I have spoken to Siegfried first in Korean?

“My name is Eldmia Ega.”

Moving faster than I could come to a conclusion, I grabbed the ax I had planted on the floor and threw it at the poop-colored head.

That baby, it’s salty.