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A torso with a lost neck.

"Please step away!

I wasn't dead yet.

Mr. Alfred was not a living person in the first place. He couldn't have died with a twisted neck.

Continue the attack on Mr. Sylvia with a sword-held sword, moving his body without a neck.

Mr. Sylvia can't get any closer to being unusual either, so I just have to see how it goes, and I'm focused on avoiding attacks.

"That's..."

Apparently the idea was right, coming overflowing from the ground. The mood gathers where Mr. Alfred's head was, and when it comes to the shape of his head, it regenerates the head that should have been mourned after a few seconds.

"... that one was in a hurry"

It seems that consciousness also remains firmly in its original state from the fact that it is uttering words.

"Is that what you mean by 'transcending death'?

"Bye. I snap my neck, I crush my heart... and when I do that, my temper heals my body at will. So no one can kill Noon."

Being unable to kill.

"So - be undead after being murdered by an adult!

Approaching Mr. Sylvia as Mr. Alfred wields four swords wide.

Whoever has been killed by him will be instantly undead without time for a curse, so there is absolutely no way he will suffer a deadly attack.

We also decided to live as adventurers and protect the Lord, but until we became undead I hesitate to think...

"I refuse"

In response to the four impending swords, Mr. Sylvia cuts off his arm while dodging the sword on the spot instead of fleeing.

"Nooo."

As Mr. Alfred jumps back with a groan, his grumpy arm is slashed off, just like his head.

But in less than a few seconds, you'll regenerate an arm that's been slashed off by the temper that came together just like your head.

I could have guessed that from the beginning. Mr. Sylvia looks at the dagger that slashed his temper arm off. That dagger...

"Little girl, doesn't that seem like a lot to do...... boo"

"Shut up."

Mr. Alfred, kicked in the face by a jumping Mr. Sylvia, is falling to the ground holding his nose down.

"How was it?

Mr. Sylvia, who rolled Mr. Alfred, will come near me.

In its hands is a dagger shaped like a cross - the Holy Cross Sword (Chris Cross). A holy weapon given to you by the Lord before you fight a large group of undead creatures to exert absolute power over impure beings like immortals.

"I tried stabbing him in the back with the Holy Cross Sword (Chris Cross), but he couldn't purify it. I wondered if my powers weren't enough and my purifying powers weren't being exerted, but I think my purifying powers are being firmly exerted because I let my frightening arms slash away so easily."

The arm, made only of temper, could easily be slashed off. That would be because the power of purification worked well.

On the contrary, Mr. Alfred himself has only the effect as a dagger.

"Evolving from the undead, apparently, is the truth."

I can easily crusade it by purifying it like an undead.

It doesn't look like he's that weak opponent.

"Spilling your neck won't kill you. Immortal creatures that don't even purify...... what would Mr. Sylvia do?

"I'll take care of it"

"... I thought I'd say"

Stand in front of Mr. Alfred with a bitter laugh.

"Now your daughter is going to fight? I don't care if you two are together."

"No, that's not why. We can't involve Mr. Sylvia."

"Well... that's a fellow thought."

"Yes. You can't involve Mr. Sylvia in my magic (...)"

"Hmm?"

It generates an explosion by light and flame from a magic formation that ignored and fronted Mr. Alfred, who doesn't know what my words mean.

"This is...!

It was Mr. Alfred after an explosion from the front, but he was defending himself by crossing his arms from his instincts when he was a living person, and his temper seems to instantly heal, even if he suffers life-threatening wounds where the flesh on both arms is choosen and burned.

"An attack of this magnitude…"

"Next, I'll be there."

Columns of light emerge from the magic formations that emerged above.

"Ugh..."

When you are swallowed up your right half by a column of light, you roll to the side to escape.

The swallowed right half of my body was badly burned to death, but my temper just gathers and I recover.

"Now let's try to burn your whole body"

Melt in enough flames to envelop your whole body from a new magic formation.

"Ghaaaaahhh!

Grandpa's screams echo.

You look like a normal grandfather, so it breaks my heart to hear you scream like this.

"Oh, my..."

"Do you mind if I burn your whole body"

No, it's not like I'm fine because my breath is constant.

However, all wounds have been regenerated, including burns, and even though they were completely naked until just before, they have been completely repaired to the clothes, so I can say it's fine.

"But you're in trouble"

"... lady, acknowledge the strength of, may But... Non has overcome death... let your daughter be as undead."

"I don't want to be moving until I'm so worn out"

A magically grown earth thorn from Mr. Alfred's surrounding ground pierces not only from his chest, but also from his back, causing blood to spit out of his mouth.

"Again, you're not so strong"

"What?

"The magic nowadays, if you're a skilled adventurer, was sensing magical reactions and averting them aggressively. I haven't even shown you how to avoid it, which means Mr. Alfred's an amateur."

"You think Noon's an amateur...?

Mr. Alfred's original hand crushes the thorns that were piercing his chest, and each of his grumpy arms crushes another thorn to remove all the thorns that were piercing his body.

The scratches I made when I pierced them have also blocked my temper, and it has been decided that I really didn't.

"Non has this regenerative power. We don't need defense or evasion."

"That's up to me to decide as I repeat the experiment"

"What do you mean..."

- Gucha!

Mr. Alfred's words have been interrupted.

"That's why I said I was an amateur."

I didn't realize a new magic formation was emerging overhead, Mr. Alfred.

Plus, a huge rock was coming down from a new magic formation, and I hadn't noticed it at all until I crushed my body into a gutter.

"Oh, my God."

Mr. Sylvia's gaze is fixed over the sky.

I realize that Mr. Alfred is still alive because he has a solid reaction to my [magic sensing] as well.

"Can't I crush my whole body"

Mr. Alfred shapes his new body as he gathers temper from his surroundings.

For him, flesh is probably just a perception of a convenient degree of tool that can already interfere with a variety of objects.

"Non will never die. How are you gonna fight a guy like that? Why don't we just give up?

The four angry arms had disappeared because of the new rebuilding of the entire body, but the body that was supposed to have been crushed was back on track.

"Please don't make me say it again and again. I'm not going to keep moving until I'm that body."

I'll just be ready to use the magic at any time.

I'm the one who said dress up and defeat, etc., but my method of attack is already running out of measures. It is impossible to defeat it with my hands.

But thanks to the fact that Mr. Alfred was an amateur in battle, there's also no element of me losing.

"Fine. Despair of this figure and give up your resistance."

Mr. Alfred floating in the universe.

When it floated about five meters, the flesh was bouncing and changing into a spirit body (ghost).