Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

"Where is Mirialdo?

A woman's voice echoed in front of her overwhelming level and in front of her stood up heir.

The figure of Sefina, who asks Lanza, far greater than herself, while lifting lightly with one hand, looks different, even if she understands the concept of level.

"To him... what can I do for you...?

Lanza groans in pain but listens back the other way.

If you're suddenly going to get attacked, it's because you still didn't know why they were going after you by name.

However,

"Where is Mirialdo?

Sefina repeated the same words, whether she had not heard Lanza's question or was unwilling to listen.

"Always this guy... doesn't listen to other people, it's them"

Lanza distorted her mouth in agony and stupidity.

"It's not painful to say it quickly, is it?

With words, more power is applied to the hand that grabs Lanza's medulla oblongata.

The woman's thin fingers ate the meat and the blood dripped off.

"Totally...... right. In a losing role, I don't like it...... But... it's time to help..."

Lanza smiled furiously in the midst of a bitter chirp.

It's not self-derision. In the mouth I connected, I could see some confidence.

"If I could..., I'd never want to see you again..." Three Ferocious Reds. "

That was like a throwaway dialogue.

At this point, only his heir's demonic eye captured the massive amount of white magic emanating from Lanza's entire body.

"Thundering Turn."

The moment Lanza spoke - her successor was struck by a mild tinnitus and headache.

It's not like the heir was done anything. However, some of the words "Thundering Transformation" that Lanza uttered contained an enormous amount of information that didn't exactly fit into that short string, and all that information was translated and passed from the heir's ear to the brain, which for a moment shortened its processing function. That put a load on the heirs as if they had been spoken to at the same time by dozens or hundreds.

But at this moment, the heirs had no time at all to turn their eyes to such a load.

That happened precisely with the intensity and speed of the thunderstorm.

At the same time as Lanza finished chanting - purple electricity poured out of his whole body.

Bariiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Multiple lightning muscles entwined Lanza's body as he was like a snake, and a dazzling thunderbolt swallowed his entire body.

And...

Bang, and one last louder sound, the thunder and thunder subsided, and at that time Lanza, who should have been at the center of the matter, had disappeared neglectfully from the spot.

Later, he was left with a distracted heir and Fried, as well as Sefina, who remained in a posture with Lanza up.

…………

Did you get burned by lightning, Sefina staring strangely at your right hand raising the smoke when you blurt.

Fried tries to keep an eye on things, but sends her a vigilant glance.

At that time, only his heirs stared at a point on the ground.

"... I'm surprised you're turning lightning."

Fried said without taking his gaze off Sefina.

"... is this some kind of skill?

The heir also took her eyes off the ground and moved her gaze to Sefina.

Drain the body a little so that it can move at any time and feel slightly half-body.

"It's magic. A form of advanced magic. It's close to metastasis… but it's more accurate to say fast moving magic using lightning speed"

Magic. Existence is the heir I was aware of, but this is the first time I've actually seen it.

Nevertheless, the speed of thunder is a tremendous story.

When his heir was honestly impressed, Sefina's face suddenly turned to the two of them.

Three-white eyes reminiscent of Gyorori and reptiles look to their successors.

My heir reaches for a hip-throwing knife, but Fried raises one hand to control it.

Keep it up. Fried talks to Sefina.

"I see you as Lord Sefina, the" Three Ferocious Red ". If your purpose is the Milliardo Chamber of Commerce, I say we're irrelevant."

"Irrelevant......? Then why are you here?

"We just came to rescue a slave kidnapped by the Milliardo Chamber of Commerce. I am not a confessor to the Milliardo Chamber of Commerce."

As far as the interaction between Sefina and Lanza earlier is concerned, Sefina can be seen not as rampant in the dark clouds, but as hostile to the Chamber of Commerce of Miriardo.

That could have avoided the fight if it worked.

The fact that Lanza disappeared missed her chance to escape from before her, but Fried understood that she was not the one to fight and figure it out.

…………

Convinced or not. Sefina, often leaning her neck, eventually walked out toward her heirs. And without any vigilance as it is, we step in easily between the two of them.

It's already far inside between fights. The heir tried to launch the attack reflexively, but was held down and stopped by Fried from crossing.

His successor, who immediately tried to unwave him, opened his eyes, however. Unexpectedly stares at the hand placed on his shoulder.

I'm not even scared. How much muscle strength does this old man boast, his successor accidentally wanted to check his level, but not in that case.

At that time, something fluttered and tickled my heir's neck.

What - and I just turned my gaze, and my successor was clear and frightened.

Because I have eyes for eyes.

I often say it's a breathtaking distance, but that's exactly it.

When he approached him, Sefina stared at his heir's face at super close range.

It takes a breath, and her sight fills with her face. Close enough that even one of the kisses is going to be exchanged as it is, but of course we are not talking about that.

That's tiger, if you like.

The same beasts who can easily kill themselves are licking their tongues in front of them.

That's an analogy.

The same beast that eats itself easily is at a breathtaking distance.

Are there others who are not frightened and can stay sane?

My successor was different at this time.

Greasy sweat seeps into the pressure of the gaze sent from a short distance at the tip of the nose.

My spine pops at the heat of such breath.

It's biological instinct.

My successor took a step backwards without my knowledge.

But - I sensed one fluctuation there.

The drooling and unpleasant fluctuations gushed and groaned at the roots of his heirs.

It was anger.

The fluctuations ravaged and rocked the inside of the frightened heir, if not allowed.

It was hatred.

The fluctuations, in the ears of an angry heir, cursed him to kill.

The heir fed her uncomfortable impulses and put her strength on her legs.

Scold the pulled hips and put the weight back in front.

Now he stared back into Sefina's eyes, straight, at the distance where his forehead was just stuck.

There were no more frightening colors there.

Instead, the black thing was tinted.

"... hmm"

I don't know what Sefina convinced me of.

But my successor wasn't interested in that.

I no longer think I can avoid a fight. No, I didn't even try to avoid it.

Both eyes of his heir were full of magic.

"Hey, what happened to Lourier"

That's what I heard, but I don't think Sefina is able to recognize Lourier.

But that's why I couldn't forgive you, and that's why I asked.

If we look at the tragedy of the Chamber of Commerce that Sefina would have created, we can no longer pray to God whether Lourier is surviving or not. Even so, this woman, who is the cause of it, doesn't even care about that.

There's only one thing for sure. Roulier hasn't lived to this day to be crushed by such an incomprehensible woman without meaning.

Just a few days, buddy. But I know. Her diligence, her hiccups, her kindness.

I lived without falling into the position of a slave. I was fighting unreasonably unyielding. I was helped over and over again.

He's so much bigger than himself. It's a great one.

He said he wanted to be strong. We promised to be strong together.

This woman doesn't know one thing about that. He tramples without knowing one thing and looks strange.

Can you forgive me? You can't forgive me. That's why I asked.

To engrave its name on the skeleton.

To tell you why you're going to die.

But...

…………

Sefina answers nothing. Naturally, you can't reach someone who's trampled, like the words of a trampled ant.

Instead of a reply, he fluttered, and his hand was attached to the breast of his heir. The thin, little woman's hand, accompanied by seemingly slight motion, is, however, the red name hand of level 56.

At the next moment, the heir was pushed back without being able to resist.

A space is created with Sefina.

And it was faster than any thought could have come from behind the heir's brain, and by the time I realized it, it was already in front of me.

Gripping fists wrapped in burnt bandages.

That was the fistfight Sefina unleashed.

Even punches released by normal humans cut the speed from start to reach by 0,2 seconds. Not to mention if whoever unleashed that blow was an outsider transcendent, its speed is unimaginable.

Of course, it is impossible to do so.

It could already be described as a miracle that his heir was thus caught fisting with his eyes even for a moment.

The skill [cut out] that dwelt on the master's steel knife +1 captures a moment that would not otherwise have been captured, and with [extreme concentration], extends and recognizes that moment many, many tens of times.

A moment when the skills the heir possesses happen to mesh well. But that moment doesn't make sense. Where I was seeing it, in the end, if I can't move faster than that blow, I can't avoid it or prevent it.

Hence the heir could only [devour] his teeth, just looking at the impending fist that was certain to be received.

Gatin '- I heard a hard noise.

It was like crushing a rock with a hammer.

Originally, when a human is knocked out, it is normal to fall on the spot. That's due to the fact that humans don't have the punch power to just let them play their weight.

But Sefina's fist, of course, was not such a common sense blow.

His successor, whose fists were engulfed and his face tragically engulfed, was beaten at speeds such as a bullet scratch.

Not even allowed to reach the ground, his successor, who flew parallel to the earth, burst straight into the bungalow next to the main building of the Chamber of Commerce of Miriardo.

The brick bungalow walls crumble, making flashy noises and collapsing.

"Those eyes, I hate them"

Sefina told me to throw up.

But the words never reached the person of the day.

The heir, which became the underlying of the debris, did not even move with Pickle.