The Swordsman Called the Countless Swords Sorcerer

"Four, four"

Hearing that, Michel and Helena look at each other. Unique singing like whistling on a low scale. They instantly understood that it was Whip's voice.

"Ye go down. Michel, what about magic stones?"

"I have it, but I don't have that much. It's all three."

"I'm sorry, but please support me."

"Naturally, if you're sorry to die here, it makes no sense."

The eaves Helena goes forward to take all of Michel.

From the corner that leads to the entrance of the cave, a slick and hard sound mixes between the slurping sounds.

"I'm here."

As if responding to Michelle's voice, what appeared in the light of the lantern was a brown monster. The lower body looks like a snake covered in scales, the upper body looks like a horse with short hair, and the head looks like an owl on the human face. Height is about 2 meters. The strange shape gradually comes closer by the meandering movement of the two forefoot and lower body.

The blow from a short beak is sharper than a dispared fang called "Prairie Despair". In front of this monster, even lactors are just prey targets.

"Four, four"

A strange voice emanates from the face covered with white feathers.

The sloppy squealing sound of the forepaws echoed into the cave, like a countdown that cut Michelle's life expectancy. No intellect can be felt in the narrowed eyes, only the instinct of the hunter who determines the prey resides with the red light. This is the appearance of Woops, the nightmare of the forest, the strongest monster in the forest of Causus.

"I'm not going to be in front of you!"

At the end of Michel's warning, Whip's beak widened open and a loud scream rang out from behind.

"Four of four, four of four for four!"

The whistling sound of the scales is a special ability of Wips to reap human consciousness. Mercenaries call it "the song of silence" with the meaning of neutralizing humans and bringing silence to the battlefield.

"Hanslick! Everyone!"

The scream of Salte echoes from behind Michelle.

"Michel! Everyone suddenly collapsed ...!"

"Leave it alone! I just lost faint!"

Only Salte has endured the song of silence among the students. Helena calmly managed, while Michel barely managed to stay conscious.

"What!"

This time, Helena will slash just as it is here. Whips tries to dodge his upper body, but Helena's swords attack is faster.

The sharp edge reaches the whip's shoulder. But a harder hull prevented the sword from appearing, giving only a small cut.

In an attempt to crush Helena, Whipps put his upper body weight on his forefoot and fell down. A blonde swordsman who is dodging backsteps within the expected range.

"I'll go!"

Michel throws pebble-sized minerals at the demon with a shout. It hit the whip's torso swiftly, bursting dry and popping, and the point of impact was quickly wrapped in ice.

What Michel throws is commonly called magic stone. It is a mysterious stone that can produce the same effect as a basic attack magic even for those who can not use magic.

It is said to be a relic created during the age of ancient civilizations or myths, and manufacturing technology had already been lost in this era. For this reason, the convenience of being usable by anyone is rare, and even rare elementary magic stones found relatively frequently are traded at a high price of five gold coins. A peddler without the skills to fight may have possession for self-defense, but is usually not a good thing to use.

"It doesn't feel like it's working so well.

But the magic stone attack that Michel cut off did not seem to have dealt much damage to Whipps. Whips is not paying attention to the magic stones thrown by Michel, and continues to be hostile to the blonde swordsman who stands in front of him.

Helena's sword dances in a narrow cave.

Toss the whip in tiny steps, wrap around the sides and behind, make a blow and succumb. Despite the growing number of scars, however, there is no sign of whips slowing down.

The sword attack is too light.

Heena's sword wasn't fatal to Whips, who was much stiffer and stronger. Conversely, the whip's blow is heavy. A sharp beak, a weighted forefoot, or a giant scale-covered tail wouldn't do it justice. Even worse, Helena's stamina continues to decrease over time.

In a cave where space to avoid is small, six people to be protected, even injuries are not allowed. All of this was slowly reducing Helena's physical strength.

Perhaps that time was inevitable. A blow from the tail, cut through the air and stripped from the side, finally caught Helena's flank.

"Gua!"

Helena's body collapses with the voice of pain.

"Helena!"

"Helena!"

The whip screams while watching Helena fall down with cold eyes.

"Foo, pho!"

It was like a declaration of victory.

"Helena! Healing ...!"

Solte tries to rush to Helena, who is crouching and unable to stand up.

"I'm not stupid!

Michelle's warning was already too late, and Whipps had targeted Salte as his next target, squirming.

"Oh, oh ..."

In front of the strange monster seen up close, Sorte's face stains with fear. His eyes were wide open, staring at Whip's movements, but his body was freezing, as if by a shackle.

Merciless red eyes are reflected in the pale red eyes.

At that moment, when Salte's life was about to disappear, Whips suddenly stopped moving for some reason, trying to stick his beak into the head of his prey. The monster looked away from the non-resisting prey in front of him and turned his head to the left and right, and began to watch out for the surroundings.

The change comes back, leaving Micheles who can't keep up with the changes in the situation.

"Bua aa!"

Suddenly, an unusual cry came out of Whip's mouth. A large amount of blood squirts from the lower body of the monster, twisting and twisting.

"sword……?"

Michel first noticed. Long lower body covered with whip's scales. Part of it was stained with blood.

A short sword is deeply pierced at the point where blood is spouting. But no one can answer where the short sword came from.

As the whip screams reverberating, something flies with wind noise from the entrance to the cave. By the time Michel was distracted by the sound, a short sword had already penetrated Whip's head.

Despite how brilliant the demon's stamina is, there's nothing you can do through the head. Whips sinks the giant into the ground, echoing the screams of the Daemon.

As the stunned Micheles were shrugging, they heard the footsteps of several people rushing from the entrance.

"Michel! Helena! Are you safe?"

Purple Hair The first thing that rushed in with shaking was Krente, who had to go to Tria for help.

More escorts follow. From behind, mercenaries whom Michel had never seen appeared. Apparently, Crente played a role.

"Is it in time ..."

Relief After seeing the long-awaited relief, Michelle finally breathed.