341 therefore make use of.




 The blown-up Arcliar regained his stance in the air, slid along the ground and turned to face Zahava. There is a slight laceration on his cheek, probably caused by a broken sword, but there are no other signs of injury.

I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it'll be fine.
Arcreal, are you still going?
Hmm, I think I can make it.

 Arcreal picked up one of the swords that had fallen nearby. That sword was made by a Tarzian knight and was held by one of Lord Reynaud's men.

"It's someone else's sword, can you wield it?
"That one was my master's. I've never picked a sword in my life.
I envy you. But an attack that Arcreal can't return. ......

 I take a closer look at the transformed body of Zahava. The body and head are barely human, but the thing is already a spider monster, not a person.
 The speed of the wielded arm could only be reacted to, but its power easily smashed the sword of Arcreal, which was defended by magic enhancement. If I take it head on, my sword might not be safe.

It's just carelessness. I can give it back. I was just a little surprised that my arm had mutated.
"...... Really?
Let's get back to the serious stuff. His magic enhancement is specific to the joints. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for. If you can spot the initial movement and avoid it with your spirit, you should be able to cut with the blade that returns.

 This guy is ...... well, let's just say he's quirky. While I am struggling to get used to the movement, Arcreal is letting his talent as a bastard keep him alive in a deadly place and is using his newfound leeway to calmly analyze his opponent.
 Zahava's physical changes seemed to have calmed down, and he turned his gaze to my side and jumped at me. He was a little faster than before, perhaps due to some increase in physical ability. But more than that--

"Huh! Ahaha! Ahahaha!

 You can use your entire body to block the power of the enemy's attack without taking it head-on. If you concentrate your magic power locally, you may be able to catch it, but if you do so, your bones and joints will not be safe. Even if it doesn't lead to a counterattack, I will concentrate on killing the impact with my whole body.

What's wrong? You're slowing down, aren't you?

 It's a heavy, fast, never-ending barrage of attacks. Every time you take a hit with your sword, the breath is pushed out of your lungs and you don't have time to take a new breath. In order to avoid this, he leaps at the exact moment of the attack and creates distance by being blown away.
 He takes a deep breath in again and adjusts his breathing at once. In order for the attack to reach him, he would have to get close, but within Zahava's range, there would be an onslaught of those eight spider legs.
 The reverberations of the impact that you receive always cling to your body, slowing you down. It's like being trapped in a web of spiders.

Don't forget about me, okay?
Of course, I can see you.

 The moment Zahava was about to step in for a follow-up attack, Arkreal slashed at her. But Zahava responded immediately and swung several spider legs at the same time, sending Arkreal flying.
 One of the legs fell to the ground. In that attack, Arkreal had succeeded in cutting off one of the spider's legs. However, the expression on Arclial's face as he watched the leg regenerate told him that the result was worse than he had hoped for.

It looks like you can't reach the neck that fast. And your field of vision is increasing as well.
That's it. Each one has its own view.

 Until now, I had been able to read Zahava's attacks to some extent by the flow of his gaze. However, the number of his eyes to focus on has now increased to four pairs or eight.
 While attacking, Zahava switches the eyes he's aiming at. In order to see through his attacks, he has to keep track of the movements of all eight eyes at all times, and in order for his attacks to reach them, he has to go through the surveillance of those eyes.

I can't step into that thing. I can't step into that thing, can I?
"Gillista just wait for the right moment. Me and Arcreal will find a way.

 The change in Zahava's form made it even harder for Gilista to attack. No matter how much me and Arcreal played around, Gillista's movements would be easily caught with the eight eyes. On top of that, she would be attacked by her enhanced spider legs.
 But that doesn't mean that Gillista's magic sword has lost its significance. The sword can pass, and it can take away magic. If the whole body has been strengthened, the magic power lost by cutting off the strengthened parts will also increase.

"A way out? From here on out, you are in a spider's web, a dead end with no end in sight. See yourself as a winged insect diving into the future!
Shut up. I've got four arms and four legs. I can't imagine being a worm at all.

 In the midst of Zahava's onslaught, Arkhreal's body moved in an unorthodox manner. He read the enemy's movements as if he could see the future and slid his body deeper and deeper into the enemy.
 It understands that it can't catch or avoid the spider's legs, so it uses its sword and body to turn around and pass the momentum of the spider's legs, and moves forward with its rotation.
 It was his own unique technique that had sprouted and developed right here. If I hadn't been in the position of holding the sword, I would have been admiring the technique. The man named Arcreal has acquired such a skill in the midst of battle as a matter of course.

"You--
What's the matter? You're within hugging distance. If you're a spider, you should give me a hot hug.

 Zahava's body flicks backwards. Unlike human legs, Zahava's body moved backwards at high speed, using four reinforced spider legs. The posture after the move is still intact.


 However, the line on Zahava's neck showed that Arkreal's attack had indeed reached him. The line on Zahava's neck proved that he had not fallen behind against the unleashed power of Zahava.

"If you'd have made one more move, I could have dropped you. That head.
"...... You do more than I thought. But now I know too. Your sword fires almost simultaneously with my attack. I can avoid it if I know when it's coming. Your blade will never reach me again. ......!
"Oh, yeah, you've learned. But it's too late. But it's too late. While you're learning, we're moving ahead. Hey, Gillista?
What?

 Zahava's feet sink. He's standing where Girista was standing a moment ago. Gillista had positioned himself to go around Zahava so that he would not be the target of the magic sword. While he was doing so, he had worked his magic on the ground.

It's hard to move when you're unsteady on your feet. Some knight did this to me, but I really like it.
"Well, there are some knights with bad personalities!

 Arcreal and I both knew that there was a trick to it. So in order to take advantage of it, Arkreal led Zahava to that position and I put all my strength into striking a blow like this.
 The ground exploded, and my body fell through the air. A single, all-consuming, all-out stab. I can't recreate the coordination that follows, but in this situation, that one blow is enough. My memories of his past fights told me that I could break through Zahaava's spider legs and reach his body.
 Zahava chose to defend against my thrust rather than fight back. But my sword pierced his chest with the legs of the spider stacked in front of me.
 The sword was already imbued with a sufficient amount of magic. It was enough to blow his body away just like before.

"No, Miss! Drop the sword and get back!
What?

 In response to the voice that sounded from behind me, I let go of my sword and fly backwards. At the same time, eight spider legs speed past where I was just before.
 By keeping my distance, I was able to see what was happening. From the bottom of the sandy ground, Zahava's body appeared. Zahava, the one I had thrust my sword into, was also there.
 In other words, there are two Zahavas in my sight now.

I thought I had successfully pretended to be caught in a trap, but alas.

 Zahava emerges from the ground and slowly rises, moving to the side of Zahava's body where he was originally. The original Zahava hadn't moved a muscle since the sword stabbed him. It's as if it's lifeless,...... no, there's something in its mouth and eyes,...... is that sand?
 I look behind me. There was Harkdock, who had evacuated the wounded Lord Reynaud, returning.

"Hark-dog, thank God. Did you find out what he did?
"I was tracking him with my locator spell, so I could see him perfectly. The moment she stabbed him with her sword, he suddenly moved to her feet, leaving only the outside. Technically, he swapped positions with the sand at her feet. The only thing that's not moving on your side is the outside, the shell of a molt.

 Molting, that much is still understandable. If Zahava has the ability as a spider, it is not unnatural that he can molt. However, there must be some other mechanism for the phenomenon of moving after molting. One possible explanation is .......

The ring ...... is a magic tool!

 Zahava smiles and sticks out his tongue, as if to say, "You are correct. The ring has the ability to transport its owner. The sand inside the molted skin suggests that it is not just a transfer, but a replacement for the destination material.
 The detailed conditions have not yet been analyzed, but if it can switch instantly, there is a possibility that it will still use it during this battle. In the situation where I have to get under the spider's legs and attack his neck, I have to find out if it is real or not.
 The more you fight, the more difficult the enemy becomes. Losing your weapon in the face of such an enemy is quite a blow.

It's a shame you couldn't kill him after showing him the power of your magic. It's a shame that you couldn't kill him after he showed you the power of his magic, but you could have taken away his troublesome weapon.

 Zahava pulled out the sword that was stuck in the shell and laced the spider's legs together as if to show me off. And just as the spider's leg seemed to gain strength, my sword shattered as if it were screaming.

"You--!

 Zahava closed the distance and came right at me. With no weapon, all I could do was evade his attack. Even if you can't avoid him completely, if you can use your armor to deflect his trajectory, ......!
 The figure of Zahava in front of me suddenly disappeared. I'm not sure what to do. If so, where can I find him?

I'll be able to kill any bug with its limbs ripped off later. Let's start with that annoying POSIMAC sword!
Oh, no!
What?

 The ground behind where Girista was standing exploded, and Zahava came flying out of it. At the same time, four spider legs were unleashed, and Girista tried to catch them with his magic sword. However, this only stopped half of them, and the remaining two stabbed deep into Girista's body.

 I'm sorry.



 I've never had an experience where I was unable to attack, let alone defend, against an opponent who wasn't even defending himself properly.
 The heat emitted by the Orphalos was mercilessly eating away at my body as a demon, trying to take away its functions. The heat that penetrates even the membrane of the barrier around my body is far more troublesome than I imagined.
 This is even with my regenerative ability. Maja, who also excels at physical combat, is even more exhausted than I am.
 The wards the Yugra cult specializes in are strong, but you can't move while they're deployed.
 If you hit him, his arms will burn, if you kick him, his legs will burn. Your skin is scorched just by being near him, and the inside of your lungs is vaporized by breathing.
 Even so, she can continue to fight because of the fast-acting power of Maja's recovery magic. However, even if she is able to recover, the pain she suffers is still accumulating.

...... I've never met an opponent who was so unmotivated. You don't even want to fight?
It's just foolish to go to the trouble of hurting a limb to beat someone who will die just by shining a light on it. Besides, I'm sowing the seeds.
Sowing?
An entire village disappeared. That kind of information doesn't do justice to my existence. I need to be understood carefully, no matter how much work it takes to poison your brains with the horror that is me.

 O'Farrow slowly crouched and slid his hands to the ground. He scoops up a handful of molten earth and shoots it into the air on our side.
 Maja and I jumped backwards to avoid the falling dirt. As the dirt fell to the ground, it breathed in the fresh air and burst into flames.

I don't have time to play in the mud.
"...... I'm not very good at magic. I'm not very good at magic. I can only make a splash or two and get my opponent wet or something. But that's enough.
"What?

 The sea of dirt at O'Farrow's feet splashes and scatters around him. It's not the same scale as the amount that O'Farrow just scooped up with his hands. No matter how quickly you move, it's difficult to weave through the gaps in that spray and avoid it.
 But if you can't avoid it, just shoot it down. She slammed her "roaring right leg" into the air and used the wind pressure to repel the incoming spray. Maja made the same decision and used her wind magic to deflect the attack.
 Fueled by the wind, the burning earth burst into further flames. Her vision was engulfed in flames, and she was blinded by the light. Once again, I use my "Roaring Right Leg" to blow away the flames and clear my vision. I can't see the O'Farrow that was supposed to be there a moment ago.

"He's gone!
"Maja! Behind you!

 The O'Farrow was standing behind Maja. At such close range, it's impossible not to notice his heat. But if Maja is slow to react, then he's not radiating heat.
 Somewhere along the line, we forgot to be aware of the Orfallo's position. With that much heat, we'd know where he was no matter where he moved.
 The only reason he didn't move was to stop him and make him realize that he was a fighter. He scooped up the molten soil with his hands and released it to make them aware of the danger of molten soil. The reason why I released them without any place to escape was to make him overcome with a wide range of attacks and to dazzle him with flames.
 When I realized these facts, I realized that I had already fallen into his trap.

What?

 The Overlord caught Maja as she tried to turn around and get away from him. No, "caught" is not the right word.
 It was just a hug. It was like a gentle embrace of a loved one. But it was more fearless than the sight of claws and fangs ripping out a throat.

"You don't need intent to kill someone. You just need to embrace them like this, calmly.

 He sprinted toward Maja as fast as he could. Both Maja and I can easily imagine the consequences.

It's not nice to hug a woman without asking. ......
"Haha, you're not as naive as you seem.

 The world was enveloped in heat faster than Maja could muster her body and move her fists. The Ophirian who held her was once again consuming everything with his heat. Maja's body, which had been in contact with him, burst into flames, and her shadow could be seen flailing in the flames.

Whoa!

 I kicked the Ophiror with all my might, not caring about Maja who was being grabbed. I'm not sure what to do, but I'm going to do it.
 If he were to put out the fire half-heartedly, he would certainly not survive. He forcibly took the flames inside his body and spat out the heat from his mouth.

"Huh, huh, huh ......

 Ignoring the pain of being burned by the fever, he checked on the condition of the Maaya he had taken into his body. I can hear her heartbeat. It's a pretty serious condition, but it's still more manageable than Archbishop Ucka's. The damage is much less than I imagined. He must have used Tarzan's warding magic to cover his body.
 But she is already unconscious and unable to treat her burns on her own. It would be better to let her rest in my body.

"What a jealous man would kick a man and woman in an embrace.

 The blown O'Farrow slowly got up and twisted his mouth into a small smile. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
 I know from the feel of the kick that I crushed his ribs, lungs, and several other organs. But the injuries have already healed completely.


 But what's more unusual is his nature. Even if he possesses the power to heat up like the sun, can he extinguish that heat in an instant?
 Hot iron glows red for a while even when it is immersed in water. Even if you could stop the heat from being added, it would take time for it to cool down.
 He could have used some other power to take the heat away. If he's not skilled in magic, then there's only one possible answer.

A heat-trapping spell. I never thought I'd possess something so contrary to my own power.
"You seem to be thinking clearly. But I think you're a little confused.

 O'Farrow flicks his finger at the earring in one of his ears. I guess that's his magic tool.
 If you don't take into account the heat that bounces off your own body, you can fight with flesh and blood. If so, it is possible to take his ears and other magical equipment ......, but the "sniffing nose" warns you not to aim too easily.

You think I'm mistaken?
Heat is a force that has appeared in the world. Heat is a force that has appeared in the world. It changes matter just by being there, and it can make or break a living being. Isn't it too inefficient to use a magic tool to just take it away?
"Then--

 A flash of light passes right by me. It was not until I recognized this fact that my body was able to react. The right arm that had been blown off was still not in pain.

I'm just a flaming sun, consuming the world with heat. But intelligent creatures use that heat too. This magic tool doesn't take the heat. It converts heat into a different kind of power.