6 – fighting
Compared to Serena, who had gone through countless interpersonal battles over the past 8 years while serving in the Royal Knights, Christine’s movements simply followed her instincts.
There was a strong tendency to rely heavily on one’s own intuition, such as whether it would be right if he wielded it at this point or if he could block it at this point.
Thanks to his absurd physical abilities, he wouldn’t have felt any discomfort with such an ignorant strategy until now, but he was just a moving punching bag against opponents of his own class or better.
For example, when dealing with Serena like now.
Because of that, Christine was beaten non-stop by Serena.
Fakes are simple enough to take on fakes, and they are inferior in speed, and the range is also one step lower than that of Serena, who uses a sword.
Evasion, as well as defense, were clumsy. At least the strength was almost the same, but it’s enough if you don’t compete.
Even though it had the power to blow up three or four trees with a single punch, and to make the ground shake like waves with a single stomp, there was no way to do anything because it didn’t hit.
In the meantime, if an attack misses once, four or five attacks come in and beat the whole body. Serena and Christine’s fight wasn’t strange at all even though it had been settled a long time ago.
However, there was another reason why the fight did not end. Serena had never been able to land a blow that could be called a valid blow to the crazy bitch in front of her eyes.
‘hard.’
The strength of that body was at an odd level. Despite allowing countless blows and slashes, not a single wound was visible.
It was on a different level from steel, which is commonly thought of as the word hard. Mithril, Orichalcum, and adamantium, which are called metals bestowed by God, were brought to the point where I thought that I could barely rub them.
Even the World Eater’s blade was useless. There is a feeling of cutting, but it is not cut.
So it was more bizarre. I don’t know if the blade bounces off or doesn’t go in at all, like when I hit armor with a normal sword, but I don’t know if the attacking foot feels like it’s stuck properly, but there’s no scar on the skin.
It was the first time in her life that Serena felt this way.
If only I could use mana, I wouldn’t be doing this nonsense. Serena frowned, recalling the mad bitch’s unique abilities she had once heard about from her lord.
Negate Mana.
To return all the mana flow directed to oneself to nothingness.
There is no distance limit, no time limit, and it is a constantly activated ability that does not consume anything, and it completely blocks even the flow of mana that Christine was not aware of.
Magicians are just like ordinary people in front of Christine, and knights have great restrictions on their actions, such as using physical enhancement or using skills.
Right now, Serena isn’t wasting her time because she can’t cut Christine without mana.
It was different from the concept of simply blocking magic. It doesn’t stop the magic flying after the chant, it’s because it blocks the act of chanting itself.
The moment she tried to do something using mana towards Christine, the mana was already gone.
Furthermore, the concept of ‘mana directed towards oneself’ was very comprehensive.
When attempting to cause a landslide by exploding a hillside with magic, if Christine is within the range of the landslide, mana nullification is activated by the chant of the explosion magic.
Whether directly or indirectly, whether or not there was an intention to harm Christine, it meant that the ability would be activated as long as it was included in its range of influence.
What’s even more vicious is the fact that you can voluntarily turn off mana nullification only for magic that doesn’t contain murderous intent or hostility. It was an absurd ability.
The explanation ended with a mischievous laugh, saying that perhaps even the king of this country would not be rude to Christine.
“Sounds like a pesky bitch!”
Serena threw her fist aside and slapped Christine on the nape of the neck.
Christine’s body flew away and rolled over with a breezy blow. A poor tree was swept away by Christine and the stump was smashed.
Serena turned her head away from Christine, who tumbled for a while, plowing the surface of the ground, and looked at the rock.
The attack just opened up some distance. Maybe that much would be narrowed down to less than a second, but for Serena, it was an overflowing time.
Her goal is not to beat Christine, but to bring out her master. It was just that there was no chance because that crazy bitch was persistent.
Christine, realizing what Serena was up to, forced herself to stop, scratching the ground. But it’s already too late. Mana swayed in World Eater.
The fact that you can’t use mana if Christine gets caught up in any way means, in other words, you can use mana as long as you don’t directly target Christine or get caught in the attack’s range.
First of all, it seemed that the slashing of this boulder that that crazy bitch, as God had mercy on her, was not treated as hostility toward Christine.
“I’ll take it out now, lord.”
The moment Serena swung her sword, something strong hit the side of her face.
Because of that, the trajectory of the World Eater was twisted, and the mana sword that would normally have blown away the entire rock left a slight residue.
The wretched trees in the back were caught in the blunt sword strike and were cut down.
Suffice. Serena checked the pieces of rock the size of three or four people side by side and turned the tip of the World Eater’s sword sideways.
Although the goal was not perfectly achieved, her lord could somehow manage to get out of the way by herself.
Christine staggered towards Serena from a distance. Fragments of rocks falling in all directions were reflected in the eyes that looked forward in vain.
“The subject of heresy, what did you do just now…”
The shock was so great that his voice trembled thinly. Serena sighed and ran a hand across her cheek.
A few crumbs of stones came out on my hands. Did you throw anything you could get your hands on?
“It’s garbage cleaning.”
“Th-re…?”
“I cleaned up the trash that is contaminating my lord’s body. Perhaps the lord will wake up soon.”
“……Is that so.”
Christine’s voice was low. The atmosphere that leaked out was unusual. Serena naturally held the sword with both hands.
“To believe that God suffered such shame because of my immorality… I will apologize for this sin, heresy. Please, please wait for me.”
A gruesome life was directed at Serena.
It seemed that from now on it would become a bit of a nuisance. It doesn’t seem likely However, I don’t think it will be easy to win.
Christine took a step and the ground beneath her foot cracked like glass. Serena’s eyes narrowed. You step on the dirt floor and it cracks rather than dents?
“First of all, I’ll cut off the arm that committed the blasphemy.”
“Do it if you can.”
The distance between the two narrowed little by little. And, almost simultaneously, they were about to pounce on each other.
“stop.”
Both of them stiffened at the sound of a man’s voice.
Assessing the situation happened very quickly. Serena immediately knelt on the ground. Christine stood still and closed her eyes with her hands together.
When the murderous spirit that enveloped the surroundings just before disappeared like a lie, a deep sigh filled the place.
The surrounding forest was completely destroyed.
Yes, I guess. Because two rare geniuses who were raised to find a way to kill me were fighting.
Because of Christine’s ability, Serena wouldn’t have been able to manage mana, but seeing this happen, I don’t know whether I should be grateful for that ability or not.
Serena’s body trembled as she looked at the culprits of this situation who knelt on the floor and sat down.
Seeing dozens of trees that were too thick for him to hold hands even if he embraced them with open arms, he thought that the lord of the nearby city would have a hard time for a while.
In the yard where the public sentiment of the city is vicious with the fact that a dragon has already appeared, a forest in the direction closer to their city is smashed as if there was an earthquake, so it will be difficult to rectify it.
Rumors about this and that will spread again.
It would not have been strange at all if the ogre army had invaded and fought here. However, since there had never been a report that a large group of monsters had been discovered, it was clear that all kinds of speculation would be rampant.
Then, if you have a plausible guess, it just becomes the truth.
It’s a pity that I was able to get out of the forest on my own at the right time thanks to Serena smashing most of the rocks.
To Serena, Christine is a crazy bitch who crushes me at all costs, and to Christine, Serena is a disrespectful bitch who interferes with her communion with God. There were plenty of reasons to fight each other to death.
It was really fortunate that I was able to dry it off before fighting in earnest. Especially at the end, Christine seems to have raised her divine power, albeit for a very short time.
“Serena.”
“Yes, my lord…”
Serena replied in a crawling voice.
She looks down, as if she expected to be scolded by me, but I had no intention of scolding Serena at all.
Why? It was Christine who ambush Serena, and it was Christine who punched me in the first place.
I’m not sure because I was under a rock, but maybe the reason Serena couldn’t get me out right away was because of Christine.
How unfair would it be if you were just being quiet and getting caught up in by Christine?
Christine, the culprit behind all of this, is sitting on her knees with her gaze fixed on me with an ecstatic face, as if the madness from earlier was a lie.
When I tapped the seat next to the tree where I was sitting silently, Serena’s face widened in anger, and she ran to me with quick steps and quietly took the side.
Seeing her casually hugging my arm and rubbing her face against my shoulder, expressing satisfaction with her whole body, I didn’t think I needed to comfort her.
So now all that’s left is Christine.
Christine didn’t react much to the sight of Serena clinging to my arm and rubbing her body against it. Maybe my head is full of me in front of my eyes, so I can’t think of anything.
“Christine.”
“Speak, my God.”
“You come here too.”
At my call, Christine clasped her hands in front of her chest and slowly began to approach me on her knees.
I didn’t mean to scold Christine for not scolding Serena. Like I said to Serena, I just need to get hit and replay, so why be angry? I was just really trying to lay it down.
If I hadn’t been with Serena, Christine would have crushed me with a rock and prayed for me for about a week, then took me out.
At least it’s a better ending than the complete destruction of the forest, as it is now. Unless someone unlucky doesn’t interrupt Christine in prayer.
I reached out my hand to Christine, who was kneeling right in front of me. A tear fell from Christine’s eye. It was tears of joy.
Christine trembled with delight and managed to hold my hand.
He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and licked the tip of my index finger, twisted his body as if he had been struck by lightning, and wiggled his thighs with a light moan.
In the meantime, the tongue did not stop. His tongue moved slowly down his knuckles, leaving a clear trail of saliva on his fingers.
Naturally, the rest of her fingers brushed the tip of Christine’s nose, and there was a small squeaking sound, sucking in through her nose.
As if he hadn’t intended to stop with just one, he took a few more breaths before the sound finally subsided. Saliva dripped from between the tongue and lips.
The right hand that had been holding my pinky finger had dug itself between Christine’s crotch before I knew it. Her forearms wiggling hard over her nun’s uniform seemed like she knew what she was trying to do without even saying anything.
Christine’s mouth opened wide, revealing a bright red tongue and white-shining teeth in her mouth. Then he bit my index finger and swallowed the tip of the third joint into his mouth at once.
At the same time, the sound of bones breaking was heard.
Serena, who was next to me, widened her eyes in surprise, but when I gave her a look that it was okay, she quietly buried her face in my shoulder again.
There was no need to tell Serena what Christine was doing.
He said it was a ritual to accept my immortality or something. I’ve said it a hundred times so far that it’s no use, but Christine was useless.
Still, I didn’t block it very much, and I left it just in case. First of all, because I have nothing to lose.
Christine, who had bitten off the index finger that had been in her mouth and cut it off with her front teeth, was chewing hard to break it. Every time Christine opened her mouth, there was an echo of the crunching sound of her finger bones being crushed by her molars.
It wasn’t long before Christine’s neck moved slightly. He probably swallowed my finger.
Her tongue eagerly licked the area where the finger had been cut off, wiping away the blood that leaked out. Rather than wiping it off, it would be more accurate to say that it even licks blood.
Of course, my recovery was no exception. Christine gasped and retched lightly as she felt the chunk of meat she had just chewed up in her throat travel up her esophagus and back up the station.
When she touched her tongue with her index finger, which had returned to her senses, Christine waited and tore her finger off again with her front teeth.
From the outside, it was quite a sensational sight.
A beautiful nun with big breasts knelt at my feet, with her fingers in her mouth with an ecstatic expression, her hands between her thighs, eagerly teasing her fingers and tongue.
Maybe someone with a particular taste might be mistaken for a concept and playing outdoors.
It’s just that the reality is a bit grotesque.
Even knowing that this nun, who moved her tongue as if serving her fingers, was actually reaching a small climax while moving her fingers as a side dish, with the sensation of chewing her fingers that were infinitely restored and the fishy smell of blood filling her mouth, I wondered if this could be called sensational. .
“Christine, shut up for a minute.”
As soon as I spoke, Christine’s head fell back. As if he was still chewing on his bitten finger, his eyes, filled with ecstasy on the brink of climax, looked at me over his small, purring mouth.
Blood dripped from the cross section that had been roughly bitten off by the teeth.
“How did you get here?”
“All sacrifices have been made. My God.”
“Bee,” Christine said, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. On top of my tongue was my finger, which had been horribly chewed mixed with saliva.
“It’s a sacrifice? You can’t believe it yet…”
As I focused my attention on my finger and returned the wound to its original state, I blurted out the end of my words, and Christine smiled softly.
“At that time, the thousand human sacrifices I promised to God, have been fulfilled.”
