Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga Chapter 285

Sheryl moved forward with a stride as unstoppable as she had given her firm answer to Saint Tennea.

It would have been nice to be in a position where you could do reconnaissance if possible, but the place where the enemies were located was a single road, so it was a choice made because there was no way to hide and approach. No matter how afraid they were of treason, they were talented people who had been educated at the academy, so it was a natural result, but Cheryl, who wanted to finish the case a little more comfortably, looked at the students who were making dumb faces toward her.

“Choose. You will die here or on the ground.”

Even those behind her in an infinitely relaxed attitude, having just pulled out her sword, wondered if it was a surprise attack, but Cheryl stood still as she looked at the enemies who were so flustered that they couldn’t speak properly, proving that what she just said was an invitation to surrender and she was sincere. .

“Fuck Ogatorp! Wake up! Ogatorp is here…”

And as soon as the enemies disregarded his advice and readjusted their weapons, they charged forward like lightning. Even though she didn’t show any preparation action, she moved quickly enough to be out of sight for a moment, reacting to Cheryl who dug between the two guards, and the moment she stepped back, Cheryl jumped up and spun neatly.

Then, drawing a neat arc, the sword swung along with her carved light into the air.

The enemies couldn’t accept the situation, and Tennea, who was watching from behind, thought Cheryl was suddenly dancing. Knowing that it was a really stupid idea, Cheryl landed in a circle so neatly that they couldn’t erase it. It was only after seeing Cheryl unleash her sword and blood spurting from her enemies’ carotid arteries that the party realized that the move she had just shown was an attack. realized that

“Crazy, does that make sense…?”

“Well, it’s Cheryl.”

Unlike Entyre, who was shocked that she couldn’t see properly because she was moving so fast, the calm 4th and 6th place followed her forward. Tennessee and Entire naturally followed suit, but the shock did not go away. What surprised me most was Entire.

Is it going to end with that kind of reaction? can it be Even though I was very nervous, I couldn’t see the sword for a moment. Even though he was swung at such speed, he knew better than anyone that it was easier said than done to accurately target the necks of two people who moved differently.

She doesn’t live in swordsmanship as a form either. Entyre, who had been proud of being a member of the warriors’ party and believed that she had the skills to do so, but she felt that her confidence was diminishing with just one move Cheryl had just shown. In a way, it can be evaluated as a swordsmanship that is no different from a feat, but if it can be successfully performed according to the situation in real life, it is already an advanced skill, not a feat.

What he had just seen was by no means a fluke. And it wasn’t just Entyre who felt that way. Nearly half of the seven enemies, who had initially risen reflexively in response to the warning, laid down their weapons.

“You crazy bastards! You’re going to die anyway! Fight!”

There was no point in pointing swords at each other, whether or not it was an infighting, but it was clear that the response was delayed. Sheryl didn’t miss the chance and dug in between the enemies and swung her sword again. In the midst of anxiety and bewilderment, without swordsmanship or anything, he received the swung sword and mercilessly cut the enemy’s tendons with the swung sword, aiming for vital points. Sheryl’s sword moved her feet, not paying attention to the enemy’s hastily crouching down after realizing that she had been cut, this time cutting the wrist of the person who tried to strike from the side and stabbing her deeply into the inner thigh.

Sheryl tirelessly dug in once more as she watched the enemies hesitate and tremble from the attacks that could not take their breath away in one blow, but which would inevitably cause death.

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“Looks like an attack has begun.”

Hearing the satanic murmur of the devil worshiper, the boy did not react properly. It was because the gap between the naturalness of looking at the gloomy sky and muttering that it will soon rain and the seriousness of the words was so great.

“what?”

“The kingdom has moved. Fortunately, your companions seem to have hit first. Hurry…”

He paused as the sword drawn from the boy’s scabbard was aimed at the demon worshiper’s throat. But the devil worshiper, unfazed by his calm eyes at the sword at his throat, asked the boy with still sunken eyes.

“Why are you aiming at me?”

“The first is that we now know that you guys have been spying on us. The second is that my comrades are not at all fortunate to have been attacked.”

The dozen other devil worshipers, who were busy with the boy’s answer and action, all stopped and turned their eyes to him. However, no one showed emotional changes such as panic or anger at this sudden situation.

Unable to comprehend such consistent composure, the boy felt strongly isolated in the illusion of cold sweat running down his back. In the first place, the thought that they might not have been trustworthy in that they cooperated with Count Envelde came belatedly, but I didn’t know that it was already too late.

“Go and help right now.”

“I guess you’ve never met a true devil worshiper in your life. Death doesn’t threaten us.”

“Why? Are you guys not going to die?”

“No. Because our worship is completed in death anyway.”

The devil worshiper casually placed his neck on the boy’s sword and scratched it lightly, as if to prove that he was not lying. He grimaced slightly at the pain, but it was nothing compared to the scar that was clearly opened with a creaking sound. And at his unexpected action, the boy frowned and almost drew back his sword.

In fact, I didn’t even know if it would make any difference. The devil worshiper opened his mouth, looking at the boy with the blade still piercing his flesh, not having finished cutting himself once.

“It doesn’t matter whether I live for his coming or if I die and become another sacrifice. So these threats are useless. If you follow us, you will be able to take revenge.”

“What can you guys who have lost everything from the Headquarters of the Holy Light Cross and fled here?”

It was a question that jumped out of anger, and at the same time, it was also a question that the boy and his colleagues had. The boy had no idea what the devil worshipers were doing here, although he was told to cooperate and helped move supplies. I just had hope, not hope that there would be something, watching their calm attitude.

He wondered if he had been fooled by not even recognizing the lunatics now, but the devil worshiper answered his question with a smile for the first time.

It was a terrifyingly artificial smile.

“We didn’t lose. Rather, we gained more, and that’s why we came here to revise our original plan and prepare for something bigger.”

“what?”

Instead of answering, he slowly reached out and pointed at another demon worshiper. Then the pointed out devil worshiper rummaged around and pulled out what looked like a small wooden box.

“Didn’t I just tell you. Our worship is complete with death. How many do you think died along the way?”

The wooden box was opened and at the same time the boy knelt on the floor gagging.

“This is why I can only think of everything as an arrangement for Advent. It’s a wonderful sensitivity ability. Yes, can you feel that great energy?”

Memories from a younger age flashed through the boy’s mind. On the first day of sparring with his older brother, his older brother unilaterally incapacitated the boy even though the blanket wrapped around the wooden sword was more powerful than the wooden sword for his younger brother’s safety. The last blow was strong enough to cause a mild concussion.

No matter how safe it seems, why did I forget the attack that I deliberately wielded with strength in the sense of not being vigilant?

“What the hell… What did you do to me… Woowook!”

The boy, who was in a situation where he could not control his body, such as feeling dizzy and shaking his hands and feet, eventually lost his sword and slammed his face on the floor, but the devil worshipers looked at him calmly and did not show any abnormal symptoms.

“You didn’t do anything. And I’m envious of you. Lowly ones like us don’t even feel that power.”

He managed to turn his head and look up to see the demon worshiper looking down at the boy, still smiling terribly.

“Don’t worry. You’ll disappear as a ‘vessel’, but you’ll be able to avenge yourself. Not just those who killed your comrades above, but the entire kingdom.”

In a situation that was not easy to even think about, I could tell that the person holding the wooden box was approaching. The demon worshiper withdrew with a low grin and could be seen stretching his arms contentedly, not even trying to heal the wound in his neck. However, the boy regretted the fact that he had forgotten the old teachings rather than being angry that they sacrificed himself.

‘You’re honestly stupid. If you teach two and try to teach two, you always forget one. But I want you to never forget this.’

The cost of forgetting the teachings of his older brother, who was more dependable and chivalrous than anyone else, was high.

That much was clearly his own fault. Because of that, the boy was able to laugh while lamenting his own clumsiness even in the midst of despondency.

“Ha… Delt hyung. Sorry…”

Before the boy could finish his sentence, something black and red protruded from the wooden box and swallowed him.