The Slayers
Chapter 35 (Season 2)
[Dere(Corrupted)
Level: 18
Statistic:
HP:1,600
MP:600
ATK:1660
AGI:777
VIT:800
INT:0
DEX:2000
A human named Dere who is being controlled by the Sword of Master of Nest. DEX is increasing rapidly. Swing skills increased.]
What we couldn't see was status, now we can see Dere's status. Of course, he was already a monster.
"Dere!, what the fuck!?" Terrified Deri shouted and ran to hide behind Derey.
"Cih!, everyone!, take up your weapons!" My orders.
Deri didn't make a move, but my gut feeling wasn't good. Even so, I will attack first.
"All, attack when you see the gap."
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""uh?"" Everyone was surprised, but I just answered.
"He's not Dere anymore!, he's not our friend!" Cih, staying behind does it matter anyway?, I don't want to bother, just because one of us is controlled, doesn't mean we shouldn't kill him.
'Toh, he's already a monster.' My mind told me I had to kill Dere, as did my heart.
If my friends hear this, they will say that my heart is lost. But I don't care, I will destroy anything that prevents me from being successful.
'Look Dere, once you get out of here, I'll tell your heroic story to the locals, so don't take revenge on me, okay?'
"Yeah!" I screamed as I clasped my sword with two hands over my head.
I put 80% of my energy into this attack.
Dere who had been possessed, looked at me with his red eyes because he had been possessed, like wanting to kill me.
My attack almost hit his head, but...
Trangs...
He will not let me attack him.
I took 4 steps back, trying to find a gap.
His feet moved, he walked quickly towards me. I also walked quickly towards him.
Our swords collided, creating a sound that made the ears strange. But it's not enough to bother us.
We look balanced, but we're not. I held my sword with two hands, while he used one hand. Surprisingly, Dere's attack was heavy.
Dere looked relaxed, holding a sword with one hand, he was not wearing horses, without technique, there was not a single wasted movement.
My feelings are not good, I'm getting tired, while Dere's attack feels faster.
Dere stopped this boring sword fight. He used more energy in his sword, as our swords clashed, my sword was pushed. That was his chance, he pointed his sword at my heart.
'But I will not die this easily, I am the main protagonist in this world. I have a friend I can use as a shield.' That's how I thought.
Derey should have known what he had to do.
I took a few steps back, while Derey passed me and protected myself.
'Bodo is very one on one.'
"Everyone, attack!"
Hearing my orders, all of them, except Mille, attacked Dere who had been possessed.
They attack in turn, forcing Dere to retreat.
This doesn't mean Dere is desperate, he's increasing his speed.
With 5 people attacking Dere, the fight is now balanced.
But is this arguably balanced?
Dere wasn't hurt at all, whereas they all had slash wounds.
'It's bad!' I'm the one who's gonna stand still, watching their fight, looking for Dere's loophole.
'Meet!' I finally saw a little slit in his left abdomen.
I ran quickly and attacked the left stomach.
*trang!
He fended off my attack, without lingering withstanding my attack, Dere twisted my sword and my sword slipped out of my hand. Floating backwards, close to Mille.
Mille took my sword that flew towards him and ran towards Dere.
His speed was strange, even though he carried a chest, but he could run quickly.
Derey, who was busy blocking and attacking Dere, ended up making Dere difficult.
That was when Dere's right hand, holding the cursed sword, was cut off by Mille using my sword.
'What!?' I can only be surprised, we who can't give Dere a scrape on his skin, while Mille is only a carrier who has level 1.
He managed to attack Dere. Dere whose hand was cut off, slowly the black veins on Dere's skin disappeared and Dere fainted in a blink.
"Hey, what are you doing!?" I yelled at Mille and pulled her shoulder.
'Ugh!' I was shocked to see Mille, though it was dark, but I could see a little bit of Mille's red eyes.
"Obati his arm, later he could die from losing a lot of blood."
Said Mille leisurely walking backwards.
'She... looked down at me?'