The three damn starving demons who ignore SS rank monsters and fallen angels and slash me with trumpets.
The wind magically strengthens the weapon, breaks through the defenses of the living armor and reaches my beautiful skin.
"You're human! Get down on your knees!
Even if the fallen angels beat them and bled them, their fighting will not fade.
"Yaaaaahh!!
Especially troubling is the smallest spear.
Every time I was swinging my spear down, a big shock struck me.
"Are we all combatants idiots!? You're not afraid of SS rank!?
No... in a situation where both hearing and sight are sealed, given that we are all still alive, we must be confident that we will not suffer fatal injuries.
"I only have shattered fractures and SS ranked monsters to defend myself properly. Xheel!"
If you don't die right away, Enchant's healing magic will bring you back to life.
"Michael! He leaked information to his enemies....."
The Fallen Angel is the first monster to be killed.
Those who heard the "hymn of the curse" have been crying for forgiveness, without exception.
And yet, it's all ruined by shame!
Damn it, there's nothing better than pride in a Class B item... that won't bother you until after you're dead!
The Fallen Angels attack was about to kill the damn hungry or use their magic to kill the magic... but there was no sign of them falling.
They're bleeding a lot, but I guess I'm the one being hunted down.
I've been attacked hundreds and thousands of times, and my body is already screaming.
Not only slashing and beating, but also ranged attacks from inside giant slimes are tough.
Even wearing Orihalcon's armor, if it is burned by fire magic, it is hot, and if it is damaged by metal arrows.
If you pay too much attention to the arrows coming down from your head, you neglect to defend against the fucking hungry... if you focus on the attack in front of you, an unexpected impact will hit your head.
Besides, it's hot and humid that condenses disgust.
The more you move, the less energy you lose, and the more you breathe, the more energy you lose.
I've been trying to blow the fog with wind magic... but their magic is too powerful to work at all.
The difference in skill levels is too great between me, who is concentrating on the magic of the Dead, and those who are increasing their strength with items.
The irrational situation seems to break my heart, but there are other misfortunes that attack me.
I've used too many potions to heal death magic, wind magic, and injuries, and my bladder is about to come off!