What was wrong with Zigrud in front of me was more than strange power.
"And, what's going on with your eyes?"
"In my impression, Ziegrud would not have such a pair of eyes."
not to mention--
How could a hero with the name of justice be filled with such terrifying evil spirits and curses?
These are all problems.
"Haha...so that's it. Are you the so-called wise man in the history of humanity?"
Ziegrud did not answer Sherlock Holmes's question.
"So-What are you going to do?"
"How do you plan to fight in front of the great heroes of Nordic?"
The magic sword in his hand twirled Gramo.
Mathus had sweat on his face.
What she had just seen... In the battle with the mad beast that Nolra was transformed into, Zigrud only used the magic sword Gramo a few times, and most of the time he fought with his fists.
In other words, what Sherlock Holmes is right...
The guy in front of him did not use his full strength.
You can show such terrifying strength without using all your strength. If the other party uses all your strength...
“There is no need to keep talking nonsense.”
call out--
boom!!!
"Ao—"
Zigrud had no intention of continuing to play, and held the magic sword Gramer tightly and rushed towards Nolra.
Nolra roared, raised her arm and smashed it down, but was avoided by Zigrud, and the dagger stabbed Nolra in the chest.
Nolra did not retreat but advanced, and her heavy body suddenly rushed towards Zigrud. Zigrud raised one arm and blocked it with her back, but was directly bound by Nolra with her arm.
Nolra opened her mouth and the white flame was about to spew out.
"snort!"
Bang!
Zigrud snorted coldly, and the infinite strange force broke free from Nolra's confinement. Gramer picked up and left a clearly visible crack on Nolra's chest.
"Woo--Roar..."
Nolra staggered back a few steps, let out a wail, and her huge body appeared and disappeared.
"Norra!!!"
Law Finch couldn't help but shout.
——Norra's body cannot adapt to the environment of the divine generation!
No, not right...!
Even if the body cannot adapt to the environment of the God-generation, it will never show such obvious decline in close combat... Wait, if it is Ziegrud, if it is the magic sword Gramo...!
Zigrud waved his sword again and chopped towards Nolra.
Judging from the momentum of this sword, it seems that he wants to completely solve the problem of Nolra Broll here.
"Ba Liu Technique!!!"
Puchi-
"Well--"
It was not Nolra Broll who was blown away.
But Sherlock Holmes.
Bang!
"Puff--"
Sherlock Holmes, who flew out, hit the hull of the submarine, spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth, slid down weakly, and sat on the ground.
“———Mr. Sherlock Holmes!!!”
Fujimaru Rika screamed in horror.
Law Finch's body was trembling constantly.
Could it be that - is it over in this first visiting strange belt?
He clearly succeeded in escaping from the Antarctic...
"Law Finch, go back to the computer room..."
At this moment, Holmes's weak voice came to Lau Finch's ears.
"......What?"
Law Finch thought he had heard it wrong.
"If you don't want to be killed, go back to the computer room... we have to have someone survive."
Holmes's voice was extremely weak, and his current situation was obviously not good.
Half of his body was covered with blood, and Zigrud's powerful slash almost slashed his body down with great force.
But his tone maintained a terrible sanity.
"He is not very interested in our lives... If, oh——ah—ah——if! If nothing unexpected happens, he should have come here to find us for something."
"Don't talk anymore, I-"
"Go back to the computer room."
Sherlock Holmes repeated it again.
"......good."
Gripping his teeth, Law Finch nodded and turned around and ran towards the computer room.
"Stay listen to me."
Holmes raised his head slightly and looked at Nolra and Ziegrud who had re-emerged conflict, as well as Angry, Fujimaru Rika and Mathue, and continued to say to Lau Finch through his personal channel.
"Although I have not been injured in the spirit core, my situation is also very bad... Your companion, the servant named Nolra... is the same."
"You...ah...ahah..."
"You should know the legend, called the hero of Ziegrud..."
"He learned all kinds of lune from the daughter of the great god."
"You mean-"
Law Finch's pupils shrank sharply.
"Yes......"
"When I hit me, I was pretty engraved with the death Luen..."
Sherlock Holmes smiled helplessly, his voice becoming more and more sluggish, as if he was about to lose consciousness at any time.
"you......"
"I am not the only one who was carved into the death of Lun, but Norra was also carved into the death of Lun."
“Uh—sorry…”
"I still have a lot of information I just learned about to tell you, but... Sure enough, I already..."
"Holmes!"
“—Damn it!”
To be continued...