Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

In less than a second after the one-sided declaration, blades flew into the necks of five people in the front row.

An attack that precisely penetrates between the helmet and the armor is more vicious than an arrow. Even the commanders who had been on the battlefield all their lives saw an attack for the first time that was impossible to deal with from the start.

What flew after him was a large needle-like projectile. Unlike the blades that precisely aimed at the soldiers’ gaps, the needles shot like arrows simply flew straight forward, and some wielded shields or swords to block the attack, which could be confirmed with the naked eye.

but it doesn’t stop An attack that destroys the blade and pierces the shield will become halfway into the armor and reach the heart or pierce the helmet. The only survivors of the non-surprise raid were those who had not yet come within range, were exceptionally skilled, or were magicians.

“Distant specialization!”
“Catch as hard as you can! You can’t survive if you fall!”

Those who are exceptionally talented and have been appointed commanders rush towards Eldmia, giving orders to the living troops. There were no people who truly believed that Eldmia was specialized in long range and had hope in close combat.

It was just a lie to protect the morale of allies.

Just by looking at the almost shattered gauntlet, warped and messed up armor, and standing posture, you can tell that he has no hesitation in close combat.

Nevertheless, they had no choice but to jump forward. The result of the terrifyingly powerful projectiles in seconds was devastating, but because of that, the only weapons he had now were a broken sword and a large two-handed axe.

There wouldn’t be a madman who would continue a many-on-one battle with a sword like that, so he would definitely fight with a two-handed axe. No matter how much blind arrows die like knights dying in vain, their skills were genuine.

As befits a soldier who has learned how to fight in harmony, everyone had the confidence to not miss the inevitable gaps that come with such a heavy weapon. To the point where no one would doubt that the moment he swung his ax once would lead to an opening for a counterattack.

Because of that, the demon lords who were approaching Eldmia slowed down as they watched him bring his right hand, which was not holding a sword, to the ax handle.

He still held the sword with the blade still in his left hand, as if it had been broken vertically, so it was clear that he would need time to put it down, straighten his grip on the axe, and get his stance in position, but in other words, he would never hold the axe at all times and move with that flimsy sword. It was also said that it was time to stab and kill the one who approached. If you make such a risky gamble, it induces a certain gap. The idea itself was not wrong.

But because of that, they recognized the sight of Eldmia’s ax disappearing along with her right arm a moment later. It happened because it wasn’t any ‘combat posture’ that existed in their common sense.

It was natural. It was just a throw.

– Kwadeuk!
“Keep it off!”

Hearing the sudden, heavy shock and groans, he knew that one of his allies had died, but most of them could not tell who it was. It was because he was aware that if he took his eyes off Eldmia even for a moment, he might die next.

Only one commander, who was preparing a pincer attack with him, was the only one who knew who was the victim of the two-handed axe, which suddenly turned into a throwing axe.

In that brief moment when the ax crossed his field of vision, what came to the commander’s mind was resignation.

It wasn’t simply because the lieutenant who had been working together for many years had died. It was simply because he instantly understood why Eldmia was aiming for his lieutenant, who was far away from the crowd of enemies.

‘I can’t win this.’

The lieutenant, who had learned the same swordsmanship under the same teacher, was a colleague who could attack at the same time to the extent that it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was devoted.

No matter how much training and actual battles you have gone through, it is impossible to carry out a perfect pincer attack with a straight man without an inch of error. Even if it is an unchanging fact that all of them are elite, it is unavoidable because their skills and skills are different.

The commander was convinced as he continued to run and straighten his weapon. The only thing that could do that was himself and his adjutant.

The guy noticed that and killed the lieutenant who could kill him more reliably.

It would be nice if it was a coincidence that overestimated the enemy’s skill, but the possibility of that is disappearing before our eyes in real time. Thanks to being located a little further back than the others, he was able to see Eldmia precisely attacking the Demon King’s army approaching him ‘first’.

It was a quicker and more precise movement than anyone present. The sword he was holding was in the scabbard again before he knew it. Instead, only a very short dagger is held in his right hand.

It took less than two seconds for the dagger to lodge under the chin of an ally who attempted to stab the approaching Eldmia. If you didn’t know, it was a neat attack to the point of thinking that it was a performance that was deliberately put together and demonstrated.

“Shit.”

The ally who was running next to me spat out a word of curse, but the meaning contained was by no means short.

While taking one step, he snatched the sword of an ally who had already become a corpse, and on the third step, as if he had noticed when, he tore off the leather pouch from the waist of the falling corpse with force, aiming at his side and charging at his side. throw towards

Following him, flying at full speed, was the sword of an ally that Eldmia had just extorted. Of course, believing that they would engage in close combat with the stolen sword, the ally, who tried to stance by quickly punching out the leather pouch that had flown into his face, did not understand the situation when the sword flew into his left shoulder and got stuck. At the same time, Eldmia’s fist swung close I had to get hit in the face as it was.

– Quickly!

I couldn’t even scream.

It wasn’t a dull metal sound, but the sound of a skull splitting, and Eldmia, who snatched the sword once again from the being with a crooked head along with the helmet, turned the sword once more as if she had no interest in the horrors she had committed, grasping the center of gravity and moving the sword as naturally as flowing water. It just runs towards the enemy.

Looking at the scene, everyone who tried to open up possibilities by somehow sticking together felt a deep sense of despair. If they had fooled themselves with unapproachable movements, they would have felt anger rather than despair.

The violence wielded by those who reached a high level was usually like that.

A power that makes one question even whether they are the same creature is awe-inspiring, or feels irrational. The helplessness that comes from not being allowed to even reach them no matter how hard they struggle makes those who are exposed to that helplessness struggle, just like a cornered mouse bites a cat.

That was the case with his subordinates who were killed by the projectiles flying around them even now. They might have given up just by accidentally avoiding a vital point, but as the guy declared, ‘a futile death beyond imagination’ was rampant, and what they chose was a runaway of magic power. It is not a struggle to survive, but a poisonous feeling that will die after stabbing the sword once.

With the hope that maybe it will be reached.

Since he already knew that there was a high possibility of becoming a wolf, the first emotion the commander felt for the person who had to drive them to their death and jump together was compassion. But what he feels now is envy. Because of that miasma, they will not feel the futility themselves, even if it is a futile death in the eyes of others.

Those who notice all the ‘ordinariness’ of his movements, skills, and judgment cannot. The closer the distance with Eldmia gets, the closer you get to the terrible reality that your attacks will never reach you.

I’d rather give up and lay down the sword.

However, Eldmia had already declared that it would not accept surrender from the beginning, and is faithfully fulfilling it. They could not help but force themselves to move as they watched the sight of the next prey becoming the next prey as soon as the person lowering the blade came out because they couldn’t control their broken hearts.

It was difficult to keep up with Eldmia’s movements, which were getting faster by the second. Thinking that even that might have been part of the deception to make them actively attack with vain hopes, the commander who had lost his adjutant swung his sword.

The sword that was stuck in the body of a comrade until just now entwine like a snake and throws his own sword into the sky. At least they hoped that even the magic the wizards were preparing would be completed using themselves as shields, but all they could hear were the wizards’ screams and explosions.

It was a familiar sound. Most of the wizards who couldn’t block the enemy’s dispel during the siege ended their lives like that.

“Fuck you, you knew how to use magic.”

The answer that came back to the muttering that I couldn’t stand it was a single sword that came out of the scabbard of the man who deceived fifty people without telling a lie and aimed at the defenseless neck.

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A piece of blade that shoots a beam, what a terrible weapon!