Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

It was the demon king, not God, who saved the life that had been dragged by the slave traders without any promise.

‘We will save those abandoned by the demons, and furthermore, we will correct the world that has only been twisted at the hands of the gods.’

At first, he thought it was just a change of owner and trained as he was told, but after realizing that was not the case, he trained even less while sleeping. As time passed, he made friends and came to sympathize with his ideas, and soon found a direction in his life, which was all about floating like a buoy.

In order to make the gods pay the price for the laxity of responsibility under the guise of freedom. For a future where no one suffers in a world where order is right.

Even if the road to that lofty ideal is a painful thorny road, I have walked without stopping.

After such efforts, from the days when he was called the most backward kid, he became a hunting dog of the special operation department, and he raised his fever even more to repay the demon king who gave him infinite trust in his potential, and he was able to embrace the ‘essence’.

I burned my life like that.

How could the Demon God’s minions stop this far?

“Damn it…!”

Eldmia, who started pressuring the sword pieces that had suddenly been smashed together with an unknown projectile magic tool as a throwing weapon, swung the sword while questioning in an extremely serious tone.

For some reason, the quasi-authority doesn’t have the proper effect, and the projectile is so dazzling that it could be an ego weapon. Originally, ordinary projectiles could be dealt with just by wearing energy, but his attacks were not at a level that could be blocked without letting go of reason.

It’s not a fatal or serious injury, but the residual wounds keep increasing. Light wounds that at first stopped bleeding quickly deepened as the battle progressed, worsening into obvious bleeding. Even if he didn’t hesitate from the pain, his stamina and life were clearly being cut down.

However, he was completely engulfed in anger and could not deal with it. No matter how powerful the attack was, it was useless if it didn’t hit. It was a painful reality that I became convinced of after entrusting myself to the berserker’s blessing three times.

Berserker’s Blessing can’t kill him. It was the same that Eldmia couldn’t kill Soha, but as the battle continued for a long time, the loss was small.

No matter how much it is the safest result obtained from the remains of a dead evil god, it is ultimately the power of a god. The will of the evil god to sow chaos in the world and play with mortals like toys remained even after death, and in some form eventually resulted in eating away the caster.

It was no different from Sohara.

Because it has an unprecedentedly high aptitude, it can only withstand the level of essence that can be regarded as the remnant of an evil god itself. In the first place, it was a power that could only be used in situations deemed necessary after completing several verifications at the headquarters, unless it was a life crisis.

If the opponent wasn’t a hero, he wouldn’t have abused it like this. Even that was now an unknown territory, so cold sweat ran down my back.

The sound of swords and spears cutting through the wind feels like tinnitus. The rupture of the torn air, the wind brushing my ears, whispered in my ear that if I took one more step, I would give him the strength to kill him right here.

He was not aware of it because of the dire situation, and at some point, Soha was fighting not only the immediate enemy called Eldmia, but also the inner enemy called the remnant of the evil god.

That inner enemy, Soha’s attacks only graze Eldmia and each time his body’s wounds increase, it gnaws at his will.

It’s so minute that it’s hard to be aware of it yourself.

As if slowly entangled.

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I can’t say that Soha Shinore has as much skill as the notoriety that has spread throughout the demons, but it was right that she was first-class in spearmanship.

I don’t know if he knew that, but it was clear that he had a certain confidence in his skills. After realizing that an attack wouldn’t hit if his eyes were fully turned, he’d been attacking with only half of his eyes black.

However, before he realized that fact, he suffered from anger control disorder three times, and each time the surroundings became scorched.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that the destructive power he showed when his eyes were flipped was master level.

It wasn’t strengthening the body, it was more like enveloping an unknown aura, so it was fortunate that the speed wasn’t master level either. would have had to choose

It’s like wearing clothes that don’t fit your body and wielding long hems, but if you get caught up in it, it’s not to the point where you’ll get a little sick, so I had to avoid it diligently.

Of course, it wasn’t just avoiding without countermeasures. Just as I couldn’t kill him, he couldn’t kill me either, so I moved toward the western gate occupied by the Demon King’s supporters in order to make the most of this damn confrontation.

The effect of the strategy he tried every time he looked around was amazing. He’s only aiming at me, so I can’t even grasp what kind of scene is unfolding behind me, but right now I can see the remains of buildings that were ‘buildings’ and people in a state of confusion.

It may seem like he’s distracted during battle, but it’s absolutely not. Far from being careless, he is more tense than ever. The reason I check my surroundings from time to time is because I’m waiting for the arrival of my allies.

It is me who has already completed self-reflection on my own skills from the time I faced the buffalo horn that was said to shoot light. I had no intention of jumping into enemy lines, only assuming that the Special Operations Division would end up on my line. However, it was impossible to accompany the conspicuous Carl Cancina or the soldiers of Count Leitor, whose magical powers were clearly revealed, so they just closed their eyes and reached an agreement in a simple ignorant way.

If they are stubborn, they will all die in my line, but if not, there will be a great uproar, so hurry up and come to support at that time.

As soon as I said that as a strategy, I mistakenly thought that I had about five lives. 30% of those who thought that I had five lives, 30% of those who couldn’t distinguish bravery from courage, 30% of those who considered me to be a true warrior who knew how to sacrifice himself, I calmed down. The reactions were divided, with 10% admiring that it was a strategy only a hero could attempt, but

what to do. There was no better way than that.

“Aagh!”
“Yeom disease, it’s time for madness again.”

His movements widen with his eyes completely blackened. It was speed and power that could not be ignored, but I got used to it more than the first time after seeing it a few times.

But it’s just something you’ve gotten used to more than the first time, and it’s not easy. I retrieved the needle and sword fragments, avoiding the spear that stabbed me in the pit of my stomach.

In that state, even halfway attacks won’t eat the seeds. Faced with the unpleasant energy that blocked even the esthetic beam, I calmly accepted the fact that needles and esthetic pin panels were nothing more than eggs in front of a rock.

At the moment when I started to think that I could breathe more easily when he had anger dysregulation than when he came in with a spear, I caught sight of a familiar prisoner jumping over the rooftop and approaching me from afar.

“……!!”

I jumped on all fours, then switched to running on two legs, raised my hands and screamed something, but I couldn’t hear it. It was because the roar of the madman in front of him destroying the building and the screams of the people swept away by it were louder. Fortunately, the quick-witted Carl Kansi quickly figured out the situation and gave up trying to explain anything to me. Instead, he took something out of his bosom, hurriedly attached it to it, and launched it skyward.

It was the signal flare he had received while falling away from the members of the church.

It wasn’t something we shot first, it was something we received to respond to the church’s signal.

“Have you already arrived…?”

Only then did my eyes begin to see the sights around me a little more clearly.

In the crucible of chaos where many people are busy running away, there are those who are constantly chasing us and running. Thanks to the magical power flowing from the magic tools, it was easy to notice that they were part of the special operations department.

However, they were busy casting unknown signals and magic on Soha, rather than attacking or interfering with me.

At first, I wondered if it was a buff, but it didn’t make it stronger or faster. Feeling curious about this, while constantly guiding him, a middle-aged man who, unlike the other special operations departments, approached him at close range, urgently shouted at him.

“Captain! Wake up! The Order has arrived!”

I guess I wasn’t paying attention to what happened behind the scenes either.

At the unexpected appearance of an ally, the corner of his mouth naturally curled up, and he forced himself to avoid the attack three times.

Este and I simultaneously captured the momentary gap in which the energy that flowed while protecting his body like an iron wall weakened.

There was no need to talk about it. Este and I did what we each had to do, to the point where I thought maybe this moment was through telepathy.

I lowered my stance almost to the point of lying down and swung a large spear with one hand, aiming my sword at the guy who habitually tried to distance himself.

At the same time, a huge amount of holy power gathered in Este’s sword body. Soha’s face was stained with astonishment, as if he felt the charged divine power without a chance to get chills at the tip of a spear that barely passed through his bangs.

[Eat this, you fucking bastard!!]

Unlike the silence until now, the esthetic beam fired with a cry full of resentment was at best the thickness of my forearm, but the divine power contained in it poured out everything absorbed from Iranorev. It is no exaggeration to say that it was poured.

As soon as I saw that scene, the first thing that came to my mind was the hydraulic cutter.

An ultra-high-pressure divine cannon that was compressed and compressed as much as possible and fired only with the aim of penetrating.

‘Ah, if this is correct, I’ll be damned.’ At the same time as he thought, Soha’s left arm, which was holding the spear, flew off to his shoulder.

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