Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Even though he possessed overwhelming power with no rush, the hero did not relax.

What started with self-introduction was overwhelming violence. Olba’s head began to spin rapidly as he watched the scene of ‘incapacitating’ his subordinates with a movement that he had not shown even when confronted with the runaway Soha.

Obviously, the battle with Soha was not easy for him either. Even so, what does it mean to finally generate such explosive power?

An estimate of the situation at hand was forthcoming. All that remains is to make a decision.

“Protect the captain, and retreat unconditionally as soon as the magic is completed.”

The magic hasn’t stopped yet. However, if you are in this position, it is certain that the projectile whose principle is unknown will kill the caster.

I have to make time somehow. As she stepped forward to fulfill her duty, Orba’s mana rushed forward like a battle stance, and Orba’s hand moved toward the dagger he was wearing at his waist.

At the same time, the hero rushed towards the right path.

Despite the obvious presence of other subordinates, he gnashed his teeth as he watched the hero turn without hesitation, as if the dagger he was holding was the biggest threat.

“Shit!”

That was definitely a reaction that came from knowing the existence of the dagger. I don’t know what kind of fucking bastard made him find out about the Secret Operations Department’s secrets, but it was an unexpected situation.

Although there is still a distance… Considering the sudden change in the movement of the warrior and the projectile, which is presumed to be a magic tool, the distance has no meaning. It was not his body, but the stones scattered on the floor, that saved the right person who moved his body in the obsession that somehow he had to avoid instant death.

As the hero landed, a crack opened up and his leg caught on the stone on the smashed street. It was a mistake that would never have happened normally, but that mistake saved Orba’s life.

“That’s absurd.”

In the twinkling of an eye, the spear was stabbed at the exact spot between the right eyebrows, and the warrior’s muttering, captured without missing the scene, did not feel any emotion. It seemed to represent the opinion of the Demon God looking at them, even in Olba’s eyes.

It was purely thanks to that miasma that he was able to stab the dagger into his own heart without hesitation.

“The Demon God’s puppet!!”

Because it assists Soha, the last resort, which was specially paid, showed an effect different from that of the dregs.

-Quad deuk!

Without transforming his body or losing his reason, he surrendered himself to the surging power and when his foot touched the floor, a huge crack formed just like when a hero jumped off.

“Is that the only thing you know how to say?”

The moment he reached out to push the warrior away, his leg was pierced by a spear, and his arm, which he thought was touching his body, was cut off by the sword.

I wish I would have been arrogant and stopped with the weapon still in place. The spear, which penetrated the leg with such precision that it was hard to believe that it was attempted with one hand, was recovered before I knew it, and the sword was turning to cut Orba’s head.

But this time, it was faster for Olba to duck his upper body and avoid the hero’s attack. Perhaps his arms had been cut off from the elbow, and he had lost his balance, but it didn’t matter too much to him.

Orba, who tried to headbutt the hero, grabbed the hero with his severed arms and ran forward.

The life I threw away anyway, I just had to buy time. From the moment he was convinced that he had captured the hero, he ignored all external stimuli and focused only on running.

It would have been impossible if it was an ordinary demon, but the power of the evil spirit made it possible. Cuts, stabs, bumps, all sorts of shocks hit right, but they couldn’t stop him.

“It really bothers me.”

At least, that was until I felt a heavy shock on his back along with the hero’s brief muttering.

“You guys aren’t even funny. Are you cursing Epaga-sama and talking about freedom like that? Isn’t it a more realistic argument that you got a hole in your head because you were seduced by an evil spirit?”

It took me a while to understand why I was numb from the waist down. In the meantime, Olba, who did not let go of the hero, was able to look back on his condition belatedly in the sense of returning and disappearing.

An unknown number of broken daggers are stuck in the abdomen. His two arms were not arms, but were regenerated by transforming into something like arms, and a white spear protruded from the back in his chest, which he couldn’t even tell when it had been pierced.

In the end, moving the legs failed. Olba’s upper body, which was barely holding on to the hero’s body by holding on to it, collapsed when the hero stepped back.

It wasn’t just because of the wounds. It seemed that the reason was that the sword and spear stuck in him kept neutralizing the energy of the evil spirit.

“The bastards living in the grace of the gods are getting full, what? You don’t need a god? Fuck you.”

Despite being so incapacitated, the hero did not run past him and toward Soha. Feeling something strange about that reaction, I turned my head and looked back, and I could see his original location through the buildings with holes in the walls.

There were no Soha and no wizards. At first, I was afraid that I might have been hit by the hero’s magic tool, but seeing that there was no body, it was clear that I had succeeded in escaping safely.

succeded. Orba, who had forgotten the pain in the rush of relief, suddenly recalled what she had just heard and burst into laughter.

“Khehe, what kind of lunatic says he doesn’t need a god?”
“what?”

I thought the power contained in the dagger would be infinite, but it’s not.

Orba, who had difficulty moving properly now, tried to turn his body to look at the sky, but failed because of the sword and spear, and just moved his head in a staggered state. There was an ordinary human whose eyes were no longer shining where his gaze landed.

“Ah, I did some rolling on the battlefield. ‘For freedom.’ Did you make such crazy assumptions because of this? This guy called the Hero has such terrible thoughts.”
“…what bullshit?”
“We just don’t need a ‘demon god’ who doesn’t care about us. Instead, we want to serve a new god.”

Maybe the reason why they are so hostile to us is because of that misunderstanding. In the midst of such a glimmer of hope, he spoke to the human warrior who was looking down at him with eyes full of suspicion.

“A war between humans and demons. Demon lords and warriors. Why do we continue to follow the silent demon god while leaving us unreasonable? wants a god to protect us.”

safety. And so that you will not be forced to wage a damn war.

“Huh, you speak well. With that great belief, are you abusing the power of evil spirits and stealing other people’s holy relics?”
“If the dead bastard’s keepsake is helpful to the living, then it should be. The same goes for the holy relic. We’ve betrayed our faith until now, but isn’t it cheap when it ends up being a holy relic?”

It was a life-threatening moment, but surprisingly, laughter came out. Even though it was only a brief moment of restraint, let alone proper resistance, Olba was convinced that his death was of great help to the Demon King’s army.

“I just don’t choose the means and methods for the purpose. If you want to say that it’s wrong, it’s either a flower garden in your head or you’re deeply obsessed with the demon.”
“The more I hear it, the more I’m dumbfounded. It’s embarrassing to say such bullshit that even an atheist would cry with confidence. A god who wants to worship a new one even turning normal people into monsters? What kind of Cthulhu do you serve?”
“Aren’t you just a human, anyway? Just because you’re a hero, what’s the point of covering up the church and worshiping a demon god?”

The name of a god I had never heard of came up, but I wasn’t interested anyway, and I had no intention of going into detail.

The warrior is the variable itself.

Even after knowing the inside story, if they find out the identity of the god they want to serve in a state where they are determined to continue to oppose the demon king’s army, it is unknown how they will distort the plan in an extraordinary way. So, at the end of the day, Orba decided to put her own doubts and words into her mouth.

“What qualifications do you have to block the opportunity and possibility of a race to be free from God’s half-penny?”

The warrior did not answer. I just thought ‘Yeombyeong, Q&A went well for the first time in a while, but it’s an alumni book answer again.’ I just mumble.

“Anyway, it sucks when bastards who don’t know enough have faith.”

As if irritated, the hero’s gaze as he looked down at Olba while scratching the back of his head was extremely cold. There, instead of disillusionment or anger, Olba, who felt pathetic as if he wanted to see all the stupid bastards in the world, felt slightly worse even while he was dying.

“It’s none of my business to know your dog shit’s beliefs and ideologies anyway, but I have to speak up even if my mouth is chewed up.”

As the hero’s hand moved, sensation returned to his waist. It didn’t matter anyway since the energy of the evil spirit was gone, but the righteous hero’s reaction bothered me.

“I didn’t stop you, you touched me first.”

In the hand of the slowly bending hero, there was something like a mysterious glass bead.

“Your proud beliefs are only talked about in front of the Heretic Judges.”
“What, what…!”

Before noticing the abnormality, the hero shoved the bead into Orba’s mouth and forced it between his teeth. At the same time, the spear stuck in his body fell out, and even the dagger stuck in his heart was pulled out of the hero’s hand.

Something is wrong.

– Bahak!

With that thought in mind, the moment he tried to spit out the marbles in his mouth, the hero’s kick hit his chin.

“Haa, that’s really fucking wasteful.”

The feeling of glass marbles breaking in his mouth and the muttering of the hero finally cut off Orba’s consciousness.

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