I cracked his brain open. You fought back without even regenerating...?

　Estelica looked at the deformed Drizmegian while being held by Arantzill.
　The other party is still trying to move distortedly after being further struck with the 'Great Emperor Splitting Sky'.

''Isn't that what the Hellwalkers are like?　The white kid I fought before had his arm slashed off and then quickly regrown, remember?

　Aranzir would point out that he was probably referring to his former battle with the Ida of 'Heaven and Earth'.

'You've gone to heaven and fought those types of people all your life, haven't you?　Aren't you a little out of it?
Piss off!
''Geez!''

　Alanziel's ears are pulled with all his might and he screams.

The first time I saw it, I knew I was going to have to do something about it. And by the side, Glamberza shuddered.

The "Einherjar body" given to the Apostle of Valhalla is indeed perfect. Even if it is shattered to pieces, the next moment it will begin to regenerate. It is the ultimate body set up to fight forever.
Well, that's quite a scary story.
''However, even though it's the ultimate 'Einherjar Body,' it's still fundamentally a physical body. Its structure and weaknesses are the same as an ordinary body. If you crush its head and stop its heart, it will soon begin to regenerate, but at that moment it will indeed 'die'.

　Estelica tried to restrain the Drismegian by making that small gap where the immortal would lose consciousness.
　But that plan was off.
　By a circumstance she could not have foreseen.

"He attacked me like that, even after I cracked his head open...?
"Moreover, the Wraith Body they were given is a much poorer substitute than the Einherjar Body.

　It is the body of a sinner who has been condemned to hell to receive the torment of hell.

　Although it regenerates, it regenerates at a much slower rate than Valhalla's Einherjar Body, and yet it only senses pain acutely.
　Even if it is reduced to a lump of shattered flesh, it doesn't die, but takes its time to regenerate.
　As if to say that it's also a form of punishment.

'That's the 'wraith body' of hell. I thought that if I crushed its head, I could drive it out of action for half a day for now...?
But you're alive and well, aren't you, over there?

　Inferno had already grown another giant arthropod and was in a vicious battle stance.
　The previous four giant arthropods had increased to six this time.

　The cloaked head shows signs of having been smashed by Estelica's sword flash, but the details are still obscured by the hood.

I'm sure that the Drismegian has some special characteristics that are unique to him.

　Granberza says.
　He was once the leader of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon King's Army, emitting the dignity of a leader.

From now on, you must proceed with the battle with the intention of revealing his secrets. I'll continue to focus on shutting down his fire magic. I will continue to focus on containing his fire magic while you continue to attack remotely, forcing him to cut more cards.
I don't like that kind of a move, but I do.
Yeah, I know exactly what I'm talking about.

　They had been sworn enemies for thirty years.
　They knew more about each other than best friends.

''Then you can do what you want. If you seriously drive me away, I'll have no choice but to expose all my cards. Just as I once did.
You know what to do. You'll cover me, won't you?

　Aranzir, holding his prey stick wand.

　It was a weapon chosen to take advantage of his extremely rare characteristic of being the "most suitable for all aura characteristics".

　Slash.
　Sting.
　Hit (crush).

　Of the four Aura traits, three of them, minus the guard, could be unleashed with a simple stick.

Then let's begin.
"Oye.

　Aranzir leaps into the vanguard with his arch-enemy Granbaza in the rear guard.

Well, wait a minute!　If we're going to fight, let's have a meeting...!
And no, ma'am.

　Granvaza further stopped Estelica's restraint.

'Thirty years since you died. It has been occupied by my battle with him. I say with confidence that no one on earth understands him better than I do.

　The reverse is also true.

'Utsukume!　You jumped in without thinking!

　You can't just use it as a means of attack.

''Kuh!　I'm losing control of my magic flame?　........It's him again?

　As long as Grumberza was around, Drismegian couldn't use his best fire magic as he wished.
　Even though it is the same attribute, it is a trick that can only be done with Grumberza-level skills, such as violating the right to interrupt and manipulate magic used by others.

　In the meantime, Arantzill jumped into his pocket.

''I don't feel like I've won just by shutting down the magic, aaaah!

　The vicious giant arthropods start to move all at once.
　They look like the legs of a sharp crab and a ferocious giant spider.

　The power that those giant arthropods could exert was proven, and with just those six legs flailing about at will, they would be able to kick out a large army.

''Normally wizards would be helpless just by having their magic sealed off...!

　He was not a Drismegian with such common sense.
　And Arantzill is the one who stakes out the other side against that uncommon opponent.

　With just a swing of his specialty stick stick staff, the giant knotty legs are torn off and fly away.

''Nuh.........?

　Aranziru's stick stick staff, which is filled with Aranziru's powerful slashing aura, is sharp enough to cut off both sides of even a log with a single swing, even without a blade.

　All of the knot-feet were cut down in the blink of an eye, and all that remained was the Drismegian body, which had lost all its offensive moves and was now defenseless.

''Riaaaaaaah!''

　The tip of the stick staff pierces the abdomen of the Drismegian.
　The stick, which is filled with the aura of sting, gains a sharpness that can pierce anything, even if the tip is not as sharp as a spear.

　Then it pierced the Drismegian's abdomen, again and again and again and again.
　The feeling of the skin cracking and burrowing deep into the flesh is definitely felt by Arantzill.

How do you feel?　Are you ready for your next move?
Gubuuuuhhhh...?
If you don't want to do it, you're going to die like this!

　Aranziel takes a step back to take a pause, and this time he arcs with his stick cane and descends straight down from above.

　What is contained is the aura of a hit (strike).
　The force of the blow, which is struck in a perfect circle, shatters even a lump of iron into pieces.

　With this Aranziel-class aura power, there's no question of the quality of the weapon that can contain it, in the end.

　It's a great sword without a blade, and it's a divine spear without a cutting edge.
　That's why the simplest shaped staff was chosen for the smooth operation of all the characteristics.

　This was the ultimate form of combat for all trait adapters until Dariel took the Hermes Sword in hand.

''Die!''

　The tip of the stick with enough aura and acceleration caught Drismegian's head accurately.
　The angle of entry is also ideal.

　At the moment of impact, a bobbing dust cloud rose from the ground that Drismegian stepped on, and countless cracks ran towards the surroundings.
　His skull was shattered, everyone watching around him thought so.

　It was rare for a fatal wound to be so perfectly certain.

'I drove him to this point!　Come on, you can show me what you are, your immortal identity!

　Still, Aranzir had no conceit of victory.
　He was still continuing to play the game and raising his vigilance to the maximum.



　Estelica rushed over while waving her sword.
　It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on it.　Will you not learn?
I have no need to be careful. I need not be alarmed, because I know that you will help me.
''.........?''

　At that reply, Estelica looked amused.
　To this old man, with whom she had once exchanged a marriage vow.

''.........Since when did you start to trust others so much?　In the old days, you would never have given your mate your back.
The longer you live, the more your character changes. That's what life is all about, enjoying it.

　But the fact that the detached arthropods move independently means that the Drismegian itself is not a dead body.
　It was known, but the more they fought, the more pronounced their monstrosity became.

It's very annoying. I had hoped things would be a lot easier by the time I fought him.

　A vindictive voice came from deep within the cloak.
　It seemed to echo from hell.

'Do you want to go to hell that badly?　Then I will show you my newfound power!