Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

It seems like a sigh will come out of the situation where you catch your breath among monsters who are in a hurry to pull out the projectiles that are stuck in their eyes while screaming.

If the whole situation was solved with that, I could just sigh all day, but of course that didn’t happen, so I calmly corrected my posture and swung my ax and sword and cut off the knees of the guys in front.

“Quaaaaagh!”

After all, they know from experience that such wounds recover quickly, so even their screams of pain sound like they’re screaming. Thinking that the things that actually give me the biggest shit for me right now were about to have an anger control disorder for a moment, but I looked away as calmly as possible and checked the speed at which their wounds were recovering.

It was an action taken to see how long the incapacitation would last before putting those ignorant monsters in the back of their heads.

“Yeombyeong, what is the mother’s life…?”

The one who was cut by the sword was recovering later than the one who was cut by the ax to the point where I wondered if I was mistaken.

“Stop him!”

Ironically, it was the poop-colored hair that was the culprit behind the incident that pulled his mind, which was almost focused on the sight that made even the steps he was about to jump forward momentarily stop. Unknowingly, I was offended that he was trying to express my gratitude, so I threw a needle at him, and aimed the needle at the vital point as much as possible at the three wizards who were trying to respond quickly to the order I just received.

And I realized too late that moving the needle was much more difficult than before.

I was momentarily taken aback by the visibly changed sensation, comparable to that of a bullet fired into water, but fortunately, I didn’t loose my strength enough to blow it, so the wizards were able to hit it without difficulty.

“Kyaaaagh!”

If you’re not used to the pain, you’ll scream right away when you’re stabbed. At least, the shit-colored hair that was hit by a needle in the shoulder was in a good situation, but he didn’t have time to check on other wizards who lost their lives due to a direct hit with a needle.

“Damn it, shield soldiers! Protect the mages!”

It was a truly pitiful sight on the battlefield where people were dying every second, but the Demon King’s army, who heard the scream and came to their senses, hurriedly began to move to protect the phantom wizards, including him.

There is no time to put on a show with a whistle. It was nice to have a time difference in the movements of the monsters unintentionally, but even so, the difference was 2 or 3 seconds.

It’s not a small amount of time for those who fly and crawl with magic and aura, but it’s not enough to play drums and janggu alone.

“Let’s shoot a movie!”
“Fuck a disaster movie!”

Responding with a big smile to Jeeprit, who uttered Chuimsae in friendly Korean from behind, he threw an ax aiming at a shield soldier running towards the wizards.

I threw so many times that I wondered if I could see the flight path before I knew it, and the demon army reacted to the neat throw and raised its shield in fright. It was not an ordinary wooden shield, but an iron shield the size of a pavise, which medieval crossbowmen would have used to take cover, but it was horribly torn to pieces in front of an ax that had been thrown full of magical power.

The sight of the half-torn shield and the shield soldier falling backwards was shocking in many ways, so shouts erupted from all directions, and the number of Demon Kings aiming at me increased.

It was mainly about calling someone, firing the signal again, killing me, etc., so I didn’t really listen. I didn’t even have to.

Instead, the demon king who approached the closest threw his sword upwards and threw an axe. With his empty right hand, he pulled out the dagger he was wearing around his waist, aiming for his ribs and the gap in his armor, and stabbed him.

“Huh!”

Even though it was really only a moment, I could see the flicker of fear in his pupils, which grew as if they were going to pop out through the eye sockets of the helmet.

Feeling uneasy at the word apostate that I had shouted out, what did he think as he left behind his colleagues who were still confused?

It was faster to pour mana into the dagger than to ask a fleeting question. Perhaps noticing the rupture I felt inside my body, I threw away the dagger that had only the hilt left behind, took out a new dagger, and charged at the next enemy, leaving behind the despair on his face in proportion to the shattering dagger.

After all, it was a waste of money, but it was also the best choice to conserve physical strength and mana in the current situation.

It was a chicken game in which if I couldn’t block the attack with one hand, I would become an asshole or die, but my body with additional buffs with divine power and the skills I had accumulated so far did not betray me.

Makes a gap by deflecting or blocking the blow the enemy wields, and stabs the dagger at vital points such as the armpit, neck, chest, and face. After repeating it three times, the monsters screaming from behind showed off their presence again.

It was better timing than I thought.

“Pi, avoid!”
“Get away from him! Get caught up!”

Far from running away even after seeing the shocking sight of people and iron shields being shattered by throwing axes, the Demon Lords, awakened by an unknown sense of heroism and duty, rushed at me to the point of not wanting to look at me.

Perhaps because I saw all the daggers that had gone into the bodies of the three men come out with their blades missing, I cast a headbutt on the demon king’s army, who was more wary of the daggers I would pierce them than attacking me, thereby strengthening the hardness of Lumings’ special helmet. After I informed him, I grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and threw it back as hard as I could, and a violent sound of flesh exploding overlaid on top of his long scream.

I thought I had run quite a bit forward, but the distance from which I could hear the sound was close. It was clear that if it had the same speed as the axeman, it would take less than 10 seconds to close the distance.

It is a waste of time to even look back.

After attempting a mental victory while reciting bullshit in his heart that there is no backwardness in life, the moment he attempted double acceleration to narrow the remaining distance, he pulled out a needle stuck in his shoulder from behind the demon kings who stood in his way. Nan’s poopy hair shouted.

“Baselad!!”

It’s pretty desperate to see him looking around and shouting because he doesn’t know exactly where he is. The distorted face showed how much pain she was in because of the large wind hole in her shoulder, and it was also a proof that she couldn’t even dare to cast magic because it was difficult to concentrate because of the pain.

There are still fifteen wizards left. Even ordinary soldiers were mixed in, and while he was distracted, he rolled his head and eyes hard to find out who the guy the bitch had called was.

In order to survive, even his subordinates use it as a throwaway card without hesitation. When the bitch is unable to cast magic due to intense pain, the person he calls must be a trusted aide with a high probability. Judging by the characteristics of demons with strong meritocracy, there was a high possibility that he was the second most dangerous wizard after the dung-colored hair.

If the poop-colored hair can’t use magic, even if it’s for a moment, the most dangerous thing here is a guy named Baselad, so I had to kill him first.

“Disarm it!”

As I was retrieving the stubborn needles, trying hard not to miss anything that looked like I might be cross-eyed, a blonde hair with a single horn came into my field of vision.

At the same time, the word ‘release’ stuck in my mind.

My face contorted this time at the magic words that once again reminded me of the presence of the monster puppies I could feel from behind.

It took 3 seconds for the blond to hesitate while looking at the surroundings and at the poop-colored hair. In the meantime, I also ejected the needle with all my might, but it was unlucky for me to be blocked by the three Demon Lords who were moving to protect him.

I thought it was an output that wouldn’t be strange if it went through as it was, but seeing that it wasn’t performing to its full potential, it was clear that it was also being influenced by the tools they were using.

“There’s nothing comfortable about it!”

Meanwhile, the sound of heavy footsteps drew closer. Fortunately, only one seemed to be approaching, but if I recall the axe, it would reach me before taking five steps.

Perhaps they understood my desperate intentions or the situation, the allied cavalry soldiers were charging at him and other wizards, but they were extremely slow. A spear of light thrown by someone flew toward the blonde, but landed in a completely strange place.

“Eldmia! Back!”

I know, but damn, it’s not urgent right now, Zeke. Fuck that monster can be copied!

I decided to interrupt his concentration by detonating a flash grenade, albeit in a hurry, and increased my holy power.

“It’s really fucking great!”

I didn’t know anything else, but it became clear that this wasn’t an ego sword. Or an asshole who knows the owner’s needs so clearly and does the opposite.

It took another 3 seconds to lose my senses as I watched the sword begin to suck up divine power like a dog suddenly rushing towards a bowl of rice. The blonde raised her arms to cast her magic right away, strengthening her eyes and making up her mind, and the monster that came running close behind her thumped and screamed.

In the end, I felt a thousand fires burning inside, and even if I just took damage, I was afraid to retreat to my allies and deal with the monsters with a decapitation. My sword suddenly split and scattered at the same time.

“Oh. Fuck.”

The thought that comes to mind when I see the light bursting in pure white is ‘fucked up.’ But…

Seeing that the blade, which had been split into pieces that could not be reattached, flew in all directions like bullets, causing the enemies to scream, I soon decided to change my mind.

“I knew you would be there, Mr. Epaga.”

The dust-sized magic cast by the blonde is struck by the scattering blade and annihilated. But the blade didn’t stop there, and the blond cut off his carotid artery without even giving her time to be astonished.

I couldn’t see what the other shrapnel had done as it bent like a boomerang and flew back, but I knew I had done something good, as the monster’s screams turned into screams of agony. It was a bonus that the poop-colored haired scream rang out once more.

Sensing the gazes that wandered over the battlefield where another silence had begun to linger, I decided to act as if I had expected all of this, and raised my sword above my head.

Even in the midst of that, the moment when I still thought it was fucked up because of the sword that was smashed.

“Epagai…”

As if he had read my mind, the blades that spread all over the place flew in an instant and returned to the form of a sword that looked like a tetanus maker with a hole in it.

I’m really happy with the helmet. If other people saw my surprised expression as I looked up at the sword, they would have thought that I was attempting a bad performance. The shimmering white light reminiscent of Epaga-sama’s eyes through the cracked sword seems to show off its presence as a holy sword.

I couldn’t stand it this time, so I shouted out the words that came to my mind in Korean with sincerity.

“Shock and horror, you nerds!”

After all, there is no law to die.