'The Four Demon Generals of the Demon King's Army: ...... The Ice Norzuri: ......!

　The moment I saw that figure, countless thoughts flashed through my head in the blink of an eye.

　The Demon King's army, which had once been defeated in the battle at the first level, had fled to the second level via the basement of the Demon King's Castle.

　From the fact that the soldiers who were forced to leave the front lines and the fact that the Ice Demon General (Norzuri) and Fire Demon General (Suzuri) were in the neutral city (Asropolis), it should have been obvious that the Demon King's Army had escaped to the second level.

　So why is Norzuri here?

　Are you saying that they have broken through to the third level by stealing the eyes of Agart Ram, who is also their sworn enemy?

　--All thoughts are a blink of an eye.

　I didn't even stiffen in surprise, I instantly swung my repeating crossbow at Norseli and put my strength on the trigger.

'You're slow to react,'

　But Norzuri was even faster than that.

　He closed the distance in the blink of an eye while easily evading a series of arrow bullets (bolts) and ran his white blade with the momentum he had.

''......!''

　I quickly spread the magic power of 【Restoration】 all over my body and prepared myself to recover instantly no matter where I was cut.

''I no longer believe that I can kill you.''

　But at that moment when the blade severed my right arm, Norzuri grabbed my right wrist and forcefully ripped my entire arm off the cutting surface.

''Guh, gah! ......!
I will dismantle you to the point of irresistible force and bring you before His Majesty. If you are conscious, you will be able to come back from a stone's throw.

　The base of my severed right arm froze and stopped bleeding, and the detached arm was iced whole and in the hands of the Norzuri.

　With that beat, the crossbow slipped from my hand and hit the red-black ground with a resounding thud.

'The troublesome laws set by the Administrator (Fraxinus) have no effect on this hierarchy. Neutrality and non-warfare is only in Athropolis. When we have thus met, we have no reason to ignore it.
...... You don't take a life for that, do you?
It's not what I had in mind. You are what I call a wayward traveler. I'm sure you're not the only one who didn't expect to be here. I thought it would be all adventurers anyway. ......

　Norzuri cut off his words at that point and stared at me with a sharp look in his eyes.

''The rest will come later. I'll tell you the story while I carry it before Your Majesty.''
d*mn it ......!

　I tried to jump back to the side to get as far away from Norzuri as possible.

　However, my right leg, which I was trying to put my strength into to do so, was pulled away at the same time as my right arm was severed, and I was iced and cut off from the effects of the [Repair].

　I couldn't even stand, I collapsed to the spot and poked my one knee.

''(Not good ......!)　(The action of [restoration] has been forsaken by ......!)

　The back teeth are clenching their teeth with a crushing force.

　By all means, in the battle so far, having used too much self-renewal through [Restoration] in front of Norzuri, I've strangled myself in a roundabout way.

　If this is the case, rather than someone around me noticing the change, it would be faster to be taken away by being slashed off the limbs.

　I have to resist. I have to stall for time.
　If only for a moment. Even if it's just for a second.

　If I can't hold out until, say, the moment Garnett swings his blade to dislodge the Norsemen, I have to hold out, even if it means clawing at a rock.

　But how?
　His right arm and right leg were taken from him.
　I'm sure the returning blade will cut off my left arm as well.
　It's impossible to load the next round into the crossbow, let alone pull out the sword lowered to your left hip.

　In a moment that seems like an eternity, my thoughts accelerate and heat up endlessly.

　My vision distorts. My head is about to burst at any moment.
　The Right Eye of Wisdom, which has been opened to the point of even feeling pain, continues to capture the moment when Norzuri swings his sword at an unusually slow speed.

　There is no longer any way for me to strike--

"(-- no, there is. One thing--)

　Cutting those cards does not necessarily change the situation.

　However, it's absolutely impossible to leave the defeat without doing anything.

　A moment before the blade reached me, I held my hand over the me-da-li-o-n-o that was still in my coat pocket and poured my entire magical power into it.










　--It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

　It's a good thing that you can't get rid of it.

　It was nothing short of flesh and blood.

　The arm is roughly shaped like a suit of armor, with red blood stained in marble patterns, and a beautiful transparent ice-work arm.

　This man used the ice created by some means to [repair] his lost right arm.

　The strange things that happened to Luke White Wolf didn't stop there.

　His teeth were sharp as fangs, his left eyeball, which had retained its human shape, was dyed gray like a wolf, and his hair turned a dark grayish-white color.

　The right eye socket, which has been transformed into the Right Eye of Wisdom, continues to shatter and widen its pores from the edge of the eye socket, as if it were a broken ceramic doll spreading, and magical power resembling blue flame is violently erupting.

''Ooohhhh!''
You!　You're not even there: ......!

　Norzli jumped backwards as the beastly roar hit him.

　Luke White Wolf drew the sword at his waist with his icy right arm and used his momentum to cut off both crossbows that had been removed and left on the ground.

　--no, that's not all.
　As soon as the crossbow was cut off, the mithril used inside it was taken into the side of the sword and united with it.

　Luke White Wolf extends his left arm toward Norsli, who has jumped straight backwards.

　It was not a futile scramble to stop him from escaping.

　Ice gathers around the axis of the sword held in his right hand, forming an ice (...) spear (...) with the tip of the sword barrel that takes in Mithril.

　It's a technique that is made possible by the high affinity of Mithril's magical power.

　The outstretched left arm is a preliminary motion for throwing the spear.

　It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you'll be able to get your hands on it.

''Ore!''

　Norzuri swung his sword down to intercept the projectile.

　However, the sword barrel snapped off as easily as if it were glasswork the moment it touched the sword that had turned into the tip of an ice spear.

''...... haha ......!

　The tip of the ice spear stabbed into Norzuri's torso, as if the metal armor was not even a part of it.

　The tip of the spear drills deep into the flesh to the hilt as the original sword, and a bloody cutting edge protrudes from the back, and the fresh blood flooding from the torso turns the ice hilt red.

　Almost at the same time as the deep-handed Norzli bent to his knees and collapsed, Luke, who had used all his strength, also fell down on the spot.