77 Man-eater 4 (1/2)

”How dare you! ...... 'The Living Dead'!

The cannibal roars as if to intimidate you. The cannibal's will to fight does not waver in the slightest even though its trump card, the poison needle, is flicked.

No, it's not that it doesn't waver. I understand what he is thinking. I know exactly what he is thinking. He can't waver.

The reason the cowardly Cannibal was number two in the Demon King's army was because he was strong.

The Cannibal is a coward, but that doesn't mean he can't retreat. If he retreated now, his authority would be lost.

On the other hand, I don't have as much time as I'd like.

But I have more reach with my arm turned into a blade, and I have more leeway with my high regenerative ability.

The cannibal stomps on the ground and lunges at me.

The cannibal is huge. Its physical strength is probably equal to or greater than mine. It's hard to catch a body hit with its weight. It even has sharp claws. A tail that could be called a third hand.

But his thrust is lower than that of Arbatos, who didn't care about any damage to himself.

He steps back and swings the blade of his hand. The thick, sharply pointed blade that extended as an extension of his right arm was only one blade, unlike the claw, but it was very thick. It could probably pierce the fur of a tough manticore.

The cannibal approaches. Its crimson eyes ripple with hatred and a slight awe. Its thin, open mouth is lined with sharp fangs that could easily bite through human bone.

The bone blades and claws clash vigorously. A heavy impact is felt on your arm. The cannibal opened its mouth wide in front of me.

The next moment, the black flames that had burned my body with the first blow burst into view. The spellfire licked my body. The cannibal's figure was completely hidden by the jet-black flames that reminded me of darkness.

A meaningless roar shakes the world.

”Am I that terrifying?

--But by then I'm flying sideways.

But by then I was flying sideways. The spellfire only grazed the tip of my nose and did no damage.

I had been living as a dog for a long time until recently. I can feel the weakness of a quadrupedal beast.

In front of me was the body of a defenseless cannibal.

The weakness of cannibals is their inability to maneuver. Their field of vision is also much narrower than that of humans.

Its rush is powerful, but if it is avoided, it will leave a large gap. If I stepped forward, I could turn, but I could only do so if I intended to do so.

The cannibal didn't mean to crush me. No, perhaps the curse flame is damaging itself?

I jump in before it realizes I've been evaded. With great dexterity, I flicked my right blade firmly against the tail and poisonous stinger that swung down from the upper right, and kicked the body as hard as I could.

The huge body of the cannibal, several times my size, flies through the air.

I felt the kick of a hard object. A heavy impact is felt from my toes and runs up my spine. I feel an inexplicable sensation of pleasure, but I ignore it and kick the ground for a further attack.

The two eyes of the cannibal caught me in midair. It changes its stance and prepares to land on the ground.

It's tough. I'm better at regeneration, but the cannibal has the better defense. The kick that would have ruptured the flesh of an ordinary hexenbiest didn't do much damage. The skin, flesh, bones, and everything else is different.

But the damage is not zero. As a living creature, it must have a vital point. ...... The target is the head. If not the head, the neck. If not the head, the neck.

Aim for the landing. The power was coursing through my body in the form of heat. I'm sure my body temperature is as hot as a human's right now.

A poisonous needle flies at me. The needles are thick, long, and scattered over a wide area, and I use the sword in my right hand to firmly flip them.

He's a cliché. It might have worked on a human, but with a vampire's kinetic sight, he wouldn't fail to flick it if he knew it was coming.

Right. As I said, let's cut off the tail first.

The moment I raised the blade with all my might, my whole body suddenly relaxed.

It was too sudden a change. I lost strength in my arms and legs and stumbled backwards.

It was a feeling I'd had before. I looked at the ground. At the same time, my whole body felt a shock as if I were being torn apart.

My body flew through the air and my head slammed into the ground violently. The bones in my neck snapped and my gaze turned in a strange direction. The cannibal's voice echoed in the sky.

It's not a problem.

Damage is not a problem. But it's a nasty beast. It's strong, smart, mean, and careful.

I can't let you face Senri. I want to kill her even more than before.

I've already figured out the ”trick” that made me suddenly relax. In fact, I had originally thought it might be possible.

Just before I was blown away, I saw something. It was-- it was water trickling on the ground.

Vampires can't cross running water. On flowing water, they lose their strength and all vampire abilities are nullified.

The head had already regenerated. The head had already regenerated. He stood up and turned his reverted right arm into a blade again.

Still ...... going to fight? You are not so foolish as to not see the difference in strength. ...... Wretched dead.

Where the cannibals stand.

The ground glistened around it. It's very hard to see in the darkness, but it's flowing water. It's spreading little by little over a wide area.

It's magic. It's magic, creating flowing water. It's a lot easier than shaping water into arrows and sending them flying.