311 - - 追Additional Chapter その No. 25: Meeting a Saints

That was a long time ago before now.

--sshhhh!

...... Ah, boring ......."

The man--the "fist" saint Shangarrah--turned lazily on his heel, not paying attention to the large dragon species that he had just killed.

Not only because he had acquired the rare skill of the "Imperial Fist," but also because he had an unparalleled fighting sense among werewolf species, and all those he saw were nothing but weaklings to him.

He was frustrated daily by the fact that he could not even fight satisfactorily because most of his opponents would die or surrender before he could exert his full strength, even more so if they were of the bloodthirsty werewolf species.

So, I escaped from my village and went all the way to a place where large dragon species were known to appear, but they were so slow-moving that I started to yawn.

The thought that I would have to live with this kind of crap for the rest of my life made me want to vomit.

"You're Shangalla, aren't you?

!"

Shangalla was surprised and elated by the sudden intimidation that suddenly hit her.

It was enough to make Shangalla reflexively move away from him.

She was probably quite skilled.

He was undoubtedly the strongest opponent she had ever met.

And this sign...

I love it. This is the first time I'm playing with the same 'saint'.

I see. Then, you can use all your strength. That's why I chose this time of the day.

The man who appeared in the moonlight with these words was a man with a stern face.

Two horns sprouted from his forehead, and in his right hand he held a dagger, which gave off a sense of mischief.

--He was a demon race.

A race that is said to have been exterminated by the massacre of humans in the past.

The "Oni race" is a race that is said to have become extinct due to the massacre of humans. 　Ah?

Whether you get away with it or not depends on your ability. Just come at me with all your might, or I will kill you. I'm not going to be able to do anything about it.

Shangalla barked at the man who took up his stance with a smile on his face.

I'll kill you, you horny son of a b*tc*!　Don't you dare bark at me later!

I'll be right back!　The shangarra's body enlarged more than one size, and its appearance transformed into that of a full-blown beastman.

This is the "bestiality," a form of combat permitted only to certain subracial groups.

The fighting power of the subracials in this form is supposed to swell to several times the normal level, but...

--Zanzan!

Gugaaaaah!

This man slayed it with his own body.

He was the saint of the "fist" and even used beastification under the blessing of the moon to render Shangarrah inoperable with a single blow.

Why in the world ......?　The man quickly shook off the blood stuck on the blade, put his hand on his reddened cheek, and said to Shangalla, who did not understand the situation.

The man quickly shook off the blood from the blade, put his hand on his reddened cheek, and said, "Well, that's just as I expected. If you had taken another half step, you would have lost your head. You are as good as they say.

What the hell did you do, ......?

Your question is quite natural. It would be nearly impossible to resist a werewolf under the moon, even if it were in beast form. Therefore, there is only one answer.

With a "Zan", the man thrust his sword into the ground.

The sword is even more hideous than before and continues to be enveloped in a black aura even after it is released from the man's hand.

The "divine weapon". It is a divine weapon given to me by the goddess Finis, one half of the Goddess of Creation.

"Divine armament, you say?

"Yes, that's right.

"My sacred artifact. ......"

I remember you were bored with this world, right?　Then come with me. I will give you power and an environment where you can use it to your fullest.

"......, so I should follow you?"

"You can do whatever you want, as long as you lend me your power when I need it. But if you don't nod here, then death awaits you.

"No, you don't have the right to veto it anyway. ......

Shangalla clicked his tongue in annoyance, but then he told the man, "I have one condition .......

Give me that sacred weapon right now, and fight me again. Give it to me now, and fight me again. I won't be satisfied if you don't."

The man immediately replied.

The man replied immediately, "Fine. If I use the power of the sacred artifact, I can heal a wound of that level in an instant. However, fighting you with the sacred weapon on is a bit of a difficult task. I can't take it easy on you at all. Is that clear?"

"Of course. I'm going to kill you, so get ready, demon race.

Elysium. Remember that, Shangalla.

The ensuing carnage, which would change the terrain around them, would last until the wee hours of the morning, but that is another story.

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