647 645 The Man Who Lived (2/2)

Even for one arm, it wasn't up to that standard. Even if we and Sierra put all our spirits on it, we couldn't defeat it.

What if it's completely revived, not to say somewhat debilitating?

This seemed like it would be necessary to have a stop stabbed at the depths and whiskeys of Wiener Lane early. No, you must have already started getting ready.

”Weena Lane wouldn't be weird to attack every one of us!

”On!”

Fran doesn't know what he thinks of Weena Lane, but my ratings on that woman have been modified pretty downwards.

Conversely, my fondness for Lane, which was somewhat distrustful, is rising in mess though.

I think I'm choroy myself.

But there was a shadow blocking the path of the Ursi who tried to escape. Obviously, I see a will to interfere with this one.

That shadow has spoken out in an easygoing way that I don't think is under such circumstances.

”Hi, Fran. Can you lend me that sword for a second?

'I knew you weren't dead!

”... Zelaise”

There he was, a handsome young man on the nigger side. It was Zelaisse. He raises a polar-colored demon sword Zelaisse on his right hand and stares at this one.

”The man who spoke to me then. That's that sword incarnation or something, isn't it?

”About what?

”Hehe. If you don't want to tell me, okay? Try disassembling that sword and you'll see.”

Fran releases his killer, but he doesn't do anything to get slashed. We're worn out right now, not very much, but we can't fight.

Besides, Zelaise wasn't alone.

Next to him, a magician in a black robe floats quietly.

It was creepy the other way around that I could only feel the faint magic.

From the inside of that pitch-black robe, the vain orbits of the jaws stare at this one.

The face of the temple is not a mask. It was an authentic undead. The quality of magic is clearly different from people's.

Besides, it's not a decent undead.

The two holes that opened in its shackles seemed as if they were packed with bottomless darkness. There is a strange horror that seems to overflow something ominous right out of that darkness and swallow this one.

Fran shook his spine with a burrito. You must have felt something, just like me.

The incomprehensibility of the specialty and the viciousness I felt just when I saw it. Absolutely strong.

What my strength didn't feel clear about was saying that I was undead but had enough arms and reason to cover up my own power.

”Kukaka -”

That creepy undead raises his crouched voice.

”Kukaka! I didn't mean to look like you guys in a place like this!