Chapter 272 – Reunion
The scythe’s sharp end did not pierce the drake’s hard scales and pierce its soft flesh.
It bounced off as if it had hit a rock.
The shock was transmitted directly to the wrist through the hard sack.
“It’s great… ! What is so hard!?”
My wrists are tingling.
Where the scythe struck, there were only very small scratches.
Because the sharpness of the scythe is not enough? No, it can’t be. The quality of the Death Scythe was guaranteed by Natalia.
It’s just my lack of strength. My strength isn’t strong enough to pierce a drake’s scales!
You have to find a gap without scales!
He bit his lower lip and looked around.
“Damn it, damn it! Where are you! Where is the gap!”
When you’re out of your mind, you hear noises around you.
I looked to the side of her beck that blocked a dragon woman named Fusil.
Fusil frowned at her sternly and she glared at Beck’s knife pointed at her. She twists her head like Beck’s black snake, flicking her tongue toward her heart, no matter which way Fusil approaches her.
If she was wearing something like armor to protect her body, she would have used it and somehow blocked Beck’s sword and approached her, but she wasn’t wearing any cumbersome iron armor on her body.
She’s just wearing clothes that cover her body, she has no performance in battle.
“Ah, that sword of yours is too intrusive!”
“…”
Beck doesn’t respond to Fusil’s complaint. He is intently aiming at her Pusil’s heart, her eyes shining sharply.
Even if she is a member of the Yongin tribe with much better physical abilities than humans, it is the same story that she will die if her heart is stabbed in the end.
“I would have told you not to ignore me!”
“You eat more of your mother’s milk and come back. Kid.”
“Heuk!”
Her fusil’s heel pierced the abdomen of Jemanic, who raised her sword and lunged at it.
The force must have been so strong that my mother bent over her and fell behind her and rolled over.
Even though the pain in her abdomen must have been considerable, he clenched his teeth and got up straight away, alerting Fusil.
Had it been a normal one-on-one duel, she would have just chased after the blow and landed her chase hit, certainly ending my manic, but Fusil is currently confronting Beck as well.
She unprotectedly pursues my mother, but finds an opening in Beck. If that happens, the seasoned Beck will never miss the opportunity.
Knowing that, Pussil couldn’t finish the gemanic and maintained a confrontational attitude with Beck.
As long as it is a battle with a sharp and threatening weapon called a knife, even the slightest mistake is fatal.
“If I had known there was such a seasoned swordsman, I would have killed this little boy right away. This is my mistake.”
Fusil, who was confronting Beck at a distance, lowered the Gurkha. The wariness and hostility that Fusil exuded had completely disappeared.
“After all, my purpose is to keep Drake from being killed. No need to waste your time here, I don’t want to.”
Declaring not to deal with Beck, that is not a story about running away.
It’s a story about moving to achieve your own goals.
Fusil turned away from Beck and started running towards the guards pulling the rope!
“Follow me wherever you can!”
“You clever bitch!”
The guards have their weapons broken by Drake, and they are pulling the rope to drain Drake’s power, so they are completely defenseless!
Gemanic and Beck chased Fusil belatedly, but they are too slow to chase the dragon race with superior physical abilities!
The guards, who used their strength by pulling the rope, scattered in confusion at the sight of Fusil running towards them.
As the guards run away with their backs turned, Fusil unilaterally pursues them and wields the Gurkha!
“Haha! With the figures running away like worms! Don’t you think men should be brave enough to face it?!”
One or two people are cut on the back by Fusil’s Gurkha and fall to the floor bleeding. At the sight of them, Gemanic shouted in anger as he pursued Fusil.
“Stop! Stop! Deal with me first!”
“If you want to stop me, why don’t you come after me and stop me?! Haha!”
Fusil laughed viciously and ran towards the guards who were pulling the rope from where they fell. She makes fun of Zemanic and Beck, who cannot follow her.
The guards, seeing Fusil running up, let go of the rope and disperse. The more so, Drake, who was captured by the troll skeleton, begins to stand up little by little!
“Damn it!”
If even the drake on this side is released at this rate, we will be annihilated.
“Where are you, where is the gap!”
Moving hurriedly, he examines the drake’s paws. Obviously there will be gaps. A gap that can be stabbed with a scythe!
“Found!”
There were areas where scales appeared to have fallen off in the small gaps leading to his forepaws and wrists.
Unlike other black scales, this one has white scales. It’s probably an area that’s just starting to grow.
If that’s the case, the scales should be very soft compared to the other seats, so this time I’m going to pierce it!
Raising the scythe once more, he imagined piercing the center of the white scales with the scythe. If I just hit it down with all my strength, I’m sure my imagination will come true!
“Look around!!”
The posture of raising both arms to hit the scythe with all one’s strength is the posture of hurray if there is no scythe in both hands. What does the posture of raising both arms explain?
It is the most defenseless posture to signal that an animal has no intention of fighting, just like how an animal turns over and shows its stomach.
Taking such a defenseless stance, I heard Fusil’s voice.
“Didn’t I tell you that next time I’ll evade the armor and stab you?”
“What?!”
This monstrous woman, running around avoiding Gemanic and Beck and attacking the guards, jumped on me!
She felt an intense pain in her thigh, like being burned.
“Ah!”
“Away! If you want to attack others, knock me down first! You coward!”
My mothernik’s flame sword, which followed her belatedly, aimed once again at Pusil’s neck.
But his honest, big moves can’t catch Fusil.
Fusil still leaned back lightly to avoid the flaming sword, sat down on the floor, and looked at me as I grabbed his thigh.
“Oh? Are you blocked again?”
“Ugh… !”
It’s already the third.
Flanks, abdomen, thighs. Having been beaten three times by her Gurkha, I grabbed her burning thighs and glared at Pussil.
She also received my gaze and looked at the parts of her that she had attacked.
“Aren’t you wearing armor? Rob is fine. A special magical robe?”
“Whoa… Whoop… ! If you want to know something, why don’t you pay the corresponding price… ?”
“Hmm… Is stabbing you three times not enough?”
“Heh… ! Because I’m on the stabbing side. I don’t have a hobby like being stabbed by a woman.”
“That’s bad.”
Using her scythe as a staff, she pushed the ground to her feet. Her thighs still burn, making it hard to stand upright.
Looking over my mother’s shoulder, I met her fusil’s eyes.
“Well, okay. You just have to attack the area that wasn’t covered by the robe. Next I’ll split that face. Look forward to it.”
“Because there are not one or two women who will be sad when my face is scarred. That would be difficult.”
Slowly, he looked away. Beck is approaching from behind Fusil with his body bent slightly.
If I try to attack Drake, this woman will definitely come to stop me.
“Doesn’t this dying lizard look very precious? The shop has a new one for sale, right?”
“Shop… ? Parcel out… ? I don’t know what you mean, but it makes me feel pretty bad. I don’t really like guys who talk softly like you.”
“That’s good. I also don’t like violent women, and she won’t take care of women or children if you’re arrogant with me.”
The parts hit by that woman tingle.
Damn bitch, if I had the chance I’d break her neck like I did when I killed Say Lewyn. I’ll throw her corpse for dog food.
While Pussil was paying attention to this side, she began to tug at the drake as the regrouping guards grabbed the rope.
Thanks to this, Drake, who had been standing up little by little, began to sit down again.
Seeing this, Fusil tried to move to attack the guards, but Beck, who had reached close to her while hiding her presence, aimed at Fusil’s heart and sharply stretched out his sword.
It was a neat, clean blow like a hawk, but Pusil turned to the side as if he had eyes on the back of his head, avoiding Beck’s blow and widened the distance.
“The most dangerous thing in this place is you. Did you think you wouldn’t notice this much?!”
“Don’t ignore me!”
Before Pusil, who had escaped her body, could take another action, my munic savagely charged. This brief gap between the two of them is enough.
Compared to other parts of the body, he slammed down the scales that were just starting to grow, which were more fragile than he could.
I remembered the feeling of cutting through soft flesh, but my scythe couldn’t pierce even the fragile scales.
