hero?it must be me

An arm flew out from the gap torn apart by the sonic blade in the poisonous mist.

Looking at Jing An who rushed to him even though he lost an arm, and grabbed the longbow in his hand with the only remaining hand, Tristan sighed.

"I really overestimated you all. Until now, haven't you realized that poison is useless to me?"

"...I am, Quiet Hassan."

The silence of bowing the head, whispering in a low voice.

"No one should touch me except that lord..."

Jing Mi held the hand of the longbow, exerting force with her five fingers.

"It, too."

Tristan opened his eyes.

The bow in his hand turned into a floating spot of magic power in an instant!

Quiet poison is very scary.

Not only can it kill life with poison, but it can also be extremely corrosive.

Not to mention ordinary metal creations, even if it is the armament of a heroic spirit, if it is not a treasure, it can even be corroded and melted in an instant.

So, why is the bow in Tristan's hand corroded?

The reason is very simple, this bow is not Tristan's treasure.

To be precise, Tristan's Noble Phantasm, the so-called Yaoxian, is actually [string].

That is the [wire].

And that bright silver bow is the same as the armor on his body, but it's just a magic weapon that can't be regarded as a treasure.

Tranquility's poison can corrode the bow in an instant, but it can't damage Yaoxian's body in such a short period of time.

But that's enough.

Don't forget, Tristan now has only one arm.

——The one-armed Tristan, who has lost his bow, can [pull] this monster string for a short time!

Realizing that something was wrong, Tristan immediately raised his foot and kicked Jing Mi. Jing Mi, whose hand had just been cut off, was naturally unable to parry and dodge, and was immediately kicked out.

However, Tranquility has completed her task beautifully.

The strong wind generated by the kick lifted the lingering poisonous mist.

At this moment, there was another figure in the oblique corner, rushing towards Tristan.

Tristan, who couldn't pull the demon string, didn't hesitate.

He is indeed famous for Yaoxian's invisible blade, but that doesn't mean he's useless without Yaoxian.

Pulling out the long sword that was about to hit, Tristan stepped forward and turned around, thrusting straight forward with full force, towards the attacker.

"puff."

This sword directly pierced the target's body, the sharp blade tore the muscles, entered from the chest, and exited from the back.

"Don't underestimate me."

Tristan frowned, staring at Baimao in front of him.

There is no clone anymore.

This is the last look.

"Underestimate? How dare you, beautiful man."

Baimao, who was pierced by the sword through his chest, actually laughed.

She jumped forward suddenly, then turned over, and entangled Tristan's only remaining arm with her body.

"We planned to pull you down with us from the very beginning."

Accompanied by that voice, a creepy feeling made Tristan subconsciously want to turn around.

Baimao's restraint made him unable to swing the long sword in his hand as he wished.

But even so, Tristan succeeded in stabbing the limb of another attacker behind him with the sharp blade that pierced through all appearances.

The physical bonus brought about by the blessing is really extraordinary.

It was a deformed and hideous hand that Tristan stabbed.

And the owner of this strange hand was also exposed in front of Tristan.

It is the cursed wrist that has been hiding his figure!

"Caught you!"

The curse wrist said in a deep voice.

"...So what? You waited for the three of you to risk your life, but you just grabbed my hand."

"Do it! Curse wrist!"

Facing Tristan's ridicule, Baimao let out a low growl.

"Feel sorry!"

The curse wrist muffled in response——

"Varied?!"

That strange hand suddenly turned into squirming flesh and blood!

The wave of flesh and blood engulfed most of Baimao's body in an instant.

What was swallowed up at the same time, of course, was Tristan's one arm!

Not only that, the wave of flesh and blood continued to march towards Tristan's body!

"Hey, hey..."

Baimao, whose head was almost left before being swallowed up by the weird mass of flesh, turned his head, glanced at Jing Jing who was leaning against the wall not far away, and then looked sideways at the cursed wrist.

"I... take a step first."

"I'll be there later."

In the response of the curse wrist, Baimao bit his teeth and skillfully crushed the poison sac in his mouth.

Before being completely swallowed by the flesh and blood, the remaining body turned into a spot of magic power and returned to the seat of the distant heroic spirit.

"What the hell is—!"

Tristan opened his eyes with a gloomy expression.

Of course he was trying to break free, but to no avail.

This strange flesh and blood even sprayed out several limb-like viscous products, which forced him and the cursed wrist to be fixed in place.

It's almost like hunting.

"This is something stolen from the demon god. Although it has been controlled by spells...but now, spells are no longer needed."

"Goo, woo woo woo woo!"

Looking at Tristan who was struggling, Curse Wrist laughed in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, Tristan, even as an enemy, I understand how much effort you put into that superb martial arts, and how many death fights you have experienced... But, because of this, you should Come with me to hell!"

"——I don't understand, you are not bound by blessings...Why do you want to do this?!"

Tristan understood.

From the very beginning, Hassan in front of him had the idea of ​​dying with him.

"...Other countries, I don't know! You want to build an ideal country, and I don't care!"

Hearing this, even though he was enduring the severe pain of being gnawed all over his body, he had never called out the curse wrist. After a moment of silence, he roared out with bloody mouth.

"I just love the people who live in this land..."

"Live for it, die for it!"

"——This is the original meaning of existence for us, the Old Man of the Mountain!!"

As if to respond to the anger of the cursed wrist, the arm of the demon god is about to burst into a new wave of flesh and blood!

"Drink!!"

At this moment, with a shout, someone smashed the ceiling and smashed into this terrifying space.

"Don't move!"

The sword light flashed.

It's not a great swordsmanship, but it's full of strength.

This sword, before the demon god's arm turned back to the shoulder of the curse wrist, it was cut off neatly!

If the attack was aimed at the Demon God's arm itself, this level of swordsmanship and such a long sword that was not regarded as a treasure was not enough to shake it at all.

But if the target is only the unalienated flesh and blood of the cursed wrist, then this is more than enough.

The unexpected slash made Curse Wrist instinctively turn his head to look.

"If I'm a step late, I'll be in trouble, Brother Cursed Wrist."

Holding the long sword in one hand and pulling the cursed wrist with the other, Arash leaped back suddenly, pulling away Tristan, whose upper body had been corroded by the flesh and blood of the demon god.

"Your Excellency Arash—wait a minute, that solemn knight in the Holy City—"

"Brother Fujita will take care of it. With him here, I can safely get out and help you."

Glancing at the tranquility in the distance, he was sure that just like the curse wrist, he just lost an arm, so Arash would not lose the long sword in his hand after returning to the seat of heroes on the spot.

He picked this thing up along the way, after all, bows and arrows are hard to do [cut off].

Staring at Tristan, Arash swung his bow and arrow.

Although Tristan seemed to be on the verge of dying, once this group of blessed Knights of the Round Table fights against trapped beasts, it is not certain that there will be any accidents.

"……Humph."

Unexpectedly, Tristan staggered two steps, looked at the curse wrist, then at Arash, but said: "Let's go."

Arash raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I can't stop you guys, in exchange for not stalking me, let me be quiet for a while."

"..."

Arash didn't speak.

But he raised his cursed wrist and walked towards the tranquility not far away.

Tristan ignored them.

His body became more and more bloated and ugly under the flesh and blood of the demon god. He turned around and staggered forward.

Looking at himself vaguely reflected in the stained glass in the distance, he raised the corners of his mouth.

(Because it is the enemy, the heart... no, faith is so terrible.)

(...What does your belief have to do with me?)

"Ah."

Tristan tried to reach out to the stained glass that was so close at hand.

But he no longer has such a free arm.

It looked like a caged bird with its wings cut off.

In this way, step by step forward, clinging to the reflection in the stained glass, Tristan closed his eyes.

"Just like that, the wicked knight turned into a terrifying and ugly monster, and died alone..."

He whispered.

The bloated flesh and blood grew and swelled, crushing the glass that reflected the sunlight.

"Heh, huh..."