The ground where the host was standing a while ago sunk. The host rushed at me with an explosive speed.

However.

The place where the demonic sword fell was an empty spot.

Shh!

I leaped into the air and caught the host from behind. At the same time as I turned half a lap back and took the steps, Serpens drew a wide arc.

Push!

Blood gushed out with an eerie feeling of flesh being cut.

The host groaned in pain. However, the red marble embedded in the hilt of the demon sword flashed and the wounds on his back were healed in an instant.

I recited the contents of the original to Agnes, who was surprised.

It's about using the blood of murdered sacrifices to heal.

Of course, that was an option exclusively for the Demon Sword. There's no such thing with the Holy Sword.

Around that time, the host who had finished regenerating went mad and rushed at me.

Chaeeng! Kagang! Kaaan!

I focused and searched for gaps while averting or blocking the host's attacks.

During the long neck-to-neck battle, the necklace rang.

The magic sword pierced, aiming at my heart at a terrifying speed.

I opened my eyes and twisted to the right.

It was by a narrow margin.

Shush!

'Ugh.'

I felt pain in my left shoulder. It looked like a deep cut, but it was tolerable. More than that, it was a moment to focus on.

I had reached a distance that can be said to be right in front of the host's nose. It was even immediately after an attack and his vital points were defenselessly open.

I hit Serpens in a diagonal uppercut.

A shuffling sound was heard.

The host managed to get farther than Serpens' range. Immediately there was a roar of laughter.

But there's something he doesn't know.

That my sword is a whip sword.

Whiririk, shunk!

Pshuushot!

A fountain of blood erupted from the host's shoulder.

Degururu.

The right arm holding the demonic sword rolled far on the floor. The whip sword chased and shattered it to pieces like a predatory snake.

That was then.

The demonic sword soaked in blood and flesh moved spontaneously and flew to the host.

Although the host clenched his teeth in pain, he held the magic sword with his remaining left hand.

I can do it from now on.

But it wasn't as easy as it sounds.

The blade of Serpens, which stretched out like a whip, aimed at the host's left shoulder, but the host struck it off with the demon sword, turned around, and ran away.

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He didn't forget to bind my feet in a mean and effective way.

The aura attack was not aimed at me, but at Thesilid.

Right.

Quarreung!

I intercepted it with my aura and a flash of light exploded in mid-air, offsetting each other. In the meantime, the host, who had fled, disappeared over the ridge of the hill.

As expected of The Vatican's 1st Hell Instructor. The evaluation was correct.

In the first round of his life, Thesilid was weak as the protagonist of the slow-growing overpowered character setting. He was just at the right level that he could solo class dungeons.

But without my intervention, Thesilid would somehow have survived.

Now it's before starting the original. If the main character dies, the story does not proceed.

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At the same time, I remembered the setting of the original work.