Chapter 1043: 1043 Sealed, Part 44 ~ Warrior Awakening ② ~

"Vols!

The layers didn't stop screaming. It's not like Layer was feeling friendship with Vols. But Vols was certainly a fine warrior. And I felt that the lay people were reliable and that they were fighting with each other.

Layer didn't think he'd think about guiding his people, but his gaze nailed Vols unexpectedly. But the last light that dwelt in the falling Vols' eyes kept the layer on the spot. My eyes told me not to come. And one more thing, he told me to do what I had to do.

Layer understood what he needed to do.

"Turn around, demon king!

The high volume roar of the layer echoes. Unexpectedly, Digger looked back at the layers in an unusual kill. Moments, Digger rejoices that he has found a prey for his outfit.

"Ningennokozo, dousle?

"It's decided, I'll take you down!

Layer pointed his sword. And scream.

"Except the Vols!

"Nani!?

At the moment Digger looked back, there was a Vols just on his upper body in front of him. Vols, who had stopped the blood with ice by squeezing his last force, was strangled by Digger at the expense of his lower body. The layers deliberately shouted in order to create a gap in the half-developed Vols.

Vols' proud fangs approached Digger, but Digger's scales, which closed to protect his hair's head in between, were pinching Vols to stop its progression. There is no such thing as sighing at Digger, but either he cooled his liver to an unexpected attack or the movement stops for a moment.

At that moment, the weight I feel on my nearly closed head. There was a layer jumping over my head.

"Vols, I did get a life-threatening gap"

Layer's sword flashed as it glided between scales that did not close. Eight degrees to be let go. Digger extinguished and rocked that giant, but not the kind of vitality that would fall to that extent.

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Digger turned around and tried to shake the layer wherever he wanted, while throwing out the remains of the Vols that had been pinched, trying to wrap his head around the scale again. Until that moment, a layer that passed like a wind, penetrated Digger's steeple from the universe with a sword.

Digger was overwhelmed and crushed across the layers' swords, but he did have a handle on the layers' hands. In fact, the fallen Digger giant was not scaly and dressed slightly exposed to the head. Just as the mouth of the mortally wounded creature opened slightly, Digger was falling into the fountain of blood he shed himself, cramped.

Layer regretted it for a moment. Losing your sword is disqualification as a swordsman. The sword I borrowed from Silence was preserved and fought with the unnamed sword of Ichii, but it was a sword that I used carefully over a considerable amount of time. It's not like there's nothing like attachment. Even if there was nothing else I could do on that occasion, there was still some remorse left.

Layer chased Fufu Vols' carcass with his eyes. I thought maybe he could still hear something, being a phantom beast, but Vols was just completely out of breath and exposed the carcass unbroken. Next to his head, a broken fang stands like a grave marker. The layers did not know and were pointing their feet in the direction of their fangs.

The layers began to run abruptly, about ten steps to the fangs to see if the layers could reach them. From behind, Digger had left the scales on his head open, launching an assault to crush rather than scrape the layers. You think it's humiliating? Digger was bursting into the layer with oddity.

When the layer grabbed his fangs by instinct, he shook them up from the bottom as the universe echoed the fangs sharpened like a song knife by being frozen. It was a weightless blow, but was that fang too sharp to slash and tear Digger's accumulated and missed scales, and now it was time to inflict mortal injuries.

Blood is flowing from the palms of the layers because of the bare hand gripping of the fangs that became songblades.

"Vols, you knocked him out after all."

When Layer exhaled loudly, he conceived that Vols' remains could not be left like this, but that worry was useless in an instant. For the remains of Vols were instantly dusted and dispersed by a black tornado flying off the ground.

"Soda."

Layer looked back at Digger, who was supposed to be dead. Then the crushed head detaches and a new head emerges from the next corporeal gangle. And the next head spoke clearer words.

"It was a shame. You should have burned the body without leaving it properly. Now you can't be alarmed, be prepared."

Layer regretted the failure. The Demon King should have known that his body would collapse if he defeated it, but he didn't confirm its collapse. Layer gripped Vols' fangs again, but the magically knitted ice with Vols' death was rapidly beginning to unravel. We can no longer expect such hardness as we did earlier. And even if I crush my head, I guess my next head will regenerate. Digger's body is more than a dozen meters long. I can easily imagine for layers how difficult a task it is to smash all heads.

When the feeling of death struck the head of the enlightened layer that escape was also difficult, a voice was uttered by those who walked slowly into the room where they were.

Continued

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