The Death Mage that doesn't want a fourth time

151 Not even an appetizer

If someone who did not know anything were to see this battle, this is what they would think:

A brave hero wielding a shining sword was fighting a visibly disgusting monster.

"What is this thing?" the 'Light-speed Sword' Rickert muttered suspiciously as he sliced apart dog-sized masses of flesh one after another.

He continued to defend against the strange attacks of Legion, who were tearing off their own arms that made up part of their body and throwing them at him.

But there was sweat on his forehead, his fringe plastered to it in a single line.

On the other hand, Legion were chatting idly among themselves.

"They get cut in strange ways, don't they!"

"The ones I'm throwing aren't getting cut, though?"

"Pluto, I don't think that person would go out of his way to cut the ones that wouldn't hit him anyway."

"... You have no control."

Since Legion had the appearance of a countless number of flesh mannequins being entwined around each other to form a sphere, it was difficult to imagine their emotions just from looking at them, but even Rickert could tell that they were showing no signs of exhaustion.

In fact, they were repeatedly performing attacks that cost them their own body parts, but the removed parts were swelling and regrowing back to normal in a matter of seconds. Thus, their Vitality and Stamina weren't decreasing at all.

"Kuh! Don't underestimate me!" Rickert shouted.

He was unharmed, but his Stamina was being gradually chipped away.

The cutting edge of the holy sword Nemesis Bell, and the skill with which Rickert was wielding it, were tremendous. The movements of the blade were unperceivable to the eyes of ordinary people; they would only look like flashes of light.

But the masses of flesh that Legion was throwing were far heavier and harder than they looked, but perhaps there was fat contained in them; every time Rickert cut them, oil stuck to his blade. That was why Rickert's Stamina was being drained every time he swung his sword.

Of course, Rickert himself knew how much of a disadvantage he was at, trying to have a contest of endurance against a monster. He had tried to counterattack numerous times.

"Sky Rend!"

Rickert swung Nemesis Bell at a high speed, activating a Swordsmanship martial skill that released a slashing attack. It severed several of Legion's arms that had been throwing pieces of flesh.

But all of the arms regrew from where they were severed within seconds, returning to normal.

"Hitomi-chan, did that guy do something? Jack and the rest of us are completely fine, you know?"

"Jack, that guy made what's called a 'useless effort.'"

This was the same result as all of Rickert's attacks so far.

"... It's not an Undead, and since the wounds inflicted by Nemesis Bell's slashes are healing, it isn't related to Vampires or the Demon King's fragments, nor has it been created by life-attribute magic... this is hard to believe," Rickert groaned in frustration. If Legion fell under any of these categories, Nemesis Bell's power would seal away their tremendous regenerative ability.

"How terrible of you to judge a person by their appearance. Did your parents not teach you any better?" said a woman's voice.

Rickert changed his mindset. "My apologies. But my private teacher taught me that one's human nature is reflected in their appearance," he responded casually, avoiding the new masses of flesh being thrown his way as he examined Legion more closely.