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The pain of the frozen tooth that penetrated the eye socket of his left eye deeply penetrated, making him feel his vitality instantly diminished--

In the gradually fading mist, Salius was covered with a thin layer of frost, and appeared in front of Igfa with a sword and a staggering foot on his head.

Igfa couldn't understand it, and was obviously attacked by such a strong cold gas, and Sarius could stand still.

The third ability hidden in the pain of frozen teeth.

That is, it can give the holder the defensive ability to resist the attack of freezing gas-

Of course, even the cold air defense of the pain of frozen teeth is not strong enough to completely withstand the power of ice burst. Sarius, who was hurt by the cold air, was quite reluctant to stand alone. His breath was disturbed, his movements were sluggish, and his tail fell to the surface weakly, even having difficulty breathing. It is almost impossible for him to continue fighting. In fact, the attack just now was not aimed at purposefully, he just used his instincts to make a move intuitively.

That trick can be hit only by luck.

Sarius tried to open his almost closed eyelids.

The final blow to Igfa made me feel quite enough to be his fatal wound.

Salius, who had no strength to fight, looked at Igfa with a trace of anticipation.

Igfa struggled and shook.

I don’t know if Igfa has been able to maintain his body, the skin on his face is peeling, his bones are chapped, and his clothes have become ragged, and his death is only a matter of time. Just when Salius thought he had won a miraculous victory--

——A skinny hand grabbed Sarius' throat.

"I... I am a servant created by the Supreme...how can I just...destroy!"

Igfa's grip is not heavy, and can be easily pulled away. but--

"--Guh--!"

-There was a sharp pain in Sarius' body, and he couldn't help wailing.

This is because the negative energy flows into Sarius and seizes his life energy. Even Sarius, who learned to endure pain, couldn't resist the terrible pain that seemed to be injected into the blood vessels.

"Go to death--! Lizardmen!"

Part of his face began to fall off, and it turned to pieces in the air and disappeared.

Igfa's life is slowly dying, but the strong loyalty to his master makes Igfa struggle to bite the edge of life and death.

Although Salius tried his best to resist, he was frightened that his body did not listen.

Sarius's vitality is running low. The negative energy injected by Igfa also took away his remaining vitality even from the root.

Sarius's eyes shook, his vision blurred.

It's like the world is gradually covered with white mist.

Igfa, who also tried his best to maintain his consciousness, smiled triumphantly when he saw how quickly Sarius lost his resistance.

Kill this lizardman, and the other two lizardmen who have attacked so far. These lizardmen should be top experts.

Then, as long as these lizardmen are killed, they are dedicated to the Great Supreme-the best gift for those who create themselves.

Igfa's expression strongly expressed emotion beyond words, and that expression made Sarius feel such thoughts in his heart.

"Go to hell!"

The body is no longer listening, and you can feel the body temperature slowly falling as if toxins are all over the body, and it is difficult to breathe. In this state, only consciousness remains sharp.

Can't die yet.

Lolo Luo running desperately.

Renbel, who is self-defeating.

Kerr repaired the magic power.

Not only that, but on his shoulders are all the lizard men who died in this battle.

A sound of tight muscles sounded. The voice came from Sarius' right hand, from his clenched fist. Now, that fist is gathering all the remaining power.

"How is it possible! Why is it still moving! You monster--!"

It can still move. The scene in front of me is incredible.

Boiling emotions appeared in Igfa's heart, but he tried to suppress it.

I am Igfa, the commander-in-chief of the Nasariq Underground Tomb Corps, and most importantly, I am the undead created by the great king of the undead, Anz Oul Kung. .

Never allow such a powerful self to eat this defeat-

"dead--!"

"Everything is over! Monster!"

The action is a step faster.

That’s right, the speed of a full blow is a step faster than the speed of Igfa injecting negative energy-

The fist clenched tightly, hitting the hilt of the frozen tooth---

Sarius' fist bleeds as a result. The pain of Frozen Teeth received such a heavy punch, so that the sword body that had originally penetrated the left eye completely penetrated the head of Igfa.

"Oh--!"

Igfa, who is an undead, has almost no pain, but-he can still understand the feeling that all negative life has disappeared.

"This--this...how is it possible...An...I...adult..."

In the eyes of Igfa, there was a look that fully understood what was called failure. When Sarius’ body fell off as if a broken puppet, and a sound of falling water came out—

"...Please...please forgive...me..."

The body of Igfa also fell with this sentence of thanks to his master.

The room was silent. The scene in the mirror was unbelievable, so nobody spoke. Except for the maid, Antema.

"Master Cosettes, Lord Anz seems to be calling you."

"-- Follow your orders."

With his head down, Cosettes slowly turned to face Antema.

Cosettes suffered the uneasy eyes of the servants and gritted his teeth to hold back the humiliation.

But on the other hand, he also wanted to give praise.

It was a brilliant battle.

The opponent can turn the impossible into a possibility, and defeat defeat. Although the deceased magician does have some mistakes, it stands to reason that even if the deceased magician, the deceased magician will definitely win.

"...Brilliant, so brilliant."

Repeating this sentence clearly expresses what Cosettes said.

They broke through a huge obstacle.

"......it's a pity."

Corsetes sighed at the lizardman who was singing joyfully in the mirror.

The figure of the warrior in the mirror is extremely weak, but it arouses the fighting spirit of Cosettes.

"Ah... what a pity..."

Corsetus hesitated. He selected the most terrifying one from the countless ideas in his head, and then thought about it carefully and made a conclusion.

"--lets go."

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