Chapter 1: The Demon King Army, Invasion – Part 12

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Part 12

Ryoka tilted her head.
「What’re you doing? Throwing away your weapon……Could it be, do you plan on surrendering? Just so you know, I plan on slaughtering you all, got it?」
「I am sure that you do. Allow me to say this as well……I will show no mercy, to you Demonic Beings.」
Galford did not hold a sword. Despite that, he took a stance as if he were holding a sword at his waist.
This made Ryoka make an even more puzzled face.
「It doesn’t look like……it’s just a bluff.」
A drop of sweat languidly fell from Galford’s forehead, who was not moving an inch.
His heart rate increased.
*Fuu, fuu* He repeatedly took short breathes.
While putting himself on guard, his muscles swelled up.
It was said that what became the base of Martial Arts was the energy (SP) that flowed throughout the body. If used within the body, it would become a Martial Art that increases the limit of one’s physical ability.
If that is the case, then there also exists a different way of using it.
「HAAAAAAA!!」
Gathering SP outside of his body, it would materialize.
He slowly made the action of pulling something out.
In Galford’s hand, a shining sword had appeared.
《Sword of Light》
Ryoka pulled both ends of her mouth up to her ears, and expressed a whole faced smile.
「So you’re finally, serious. You slowpoke, I almost ended up carelessly killing you.」
She kicked the ground.
She was clearly faster than any other point up until now.
Emil understood that she had gone easy on him. Even with that, his companions were cut down, he himself was also cut down, and he was now humbly collapsed on the ground.
She was a monster.
Ryoka was on a different level from the other Demonic Beings.
Even if Galford was a hero of the great war, even if he pulled out his trump card, there was no way a person of the Races could fight against that kind of monster──that is how Emil felt.
Going first, Ryoka slashed at him.
「Show me that seriousness of yours! Make me smile, Human!」
「Sei!」
Against her slash, Galford, while twisting his body, caught it with the shining sword.
Amazingly, the Sword of Light scattered into pieces.
It turned into shining fragments.
Ryoka raised a strange laughter.
「Hyaha!」
「Slash!!」
Galford swung his empty left hand. At the same time, in his left hand, a second 《Sword of Light》 sprung forth.
Fresh blood scattered about.
Both of Ryoka’s hands were severed.
「Wha!? Why……!?」
Her Seiryuutou fell to the ground together with both of her wrists.
With bloodshot eyes, she glared at Galford.
「I will not let you get away!!」
At the same time he shouted that, the sword that was held in his left hand was already swung.

Ryoka’s head fell.

Flying high, it then fell to the ground.
Turning into a freshly severed head, Ryoka opened both of her eyes wide to the point that it seemed like her eyeballs would fall out.
「Impossible!? I was……!?」
Her figure of raising her voice while only being a head, she truly was something not human.
This time, Galford looked down on her.
「What is wrong? Smile……Fights, are fun, are they not?」
「Gii……You……!!」
「Since you can recover in an instant even if you bear an injury, you held no fear or weariness and did not turn your attention to defense. Due to that, you had lost your weapon.」
「You had two swords! That was foul play, you cheater!」
「Cheater you say……That is the greatest compliment.」
「Do you enjoy winning like that!?」
「Just as I said before──A time where I have felt joy for a battle, has never happened.」
Galford struck a 《Sword of Light》 onto Ryoka’s head.

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