Saber's Change

Sylphiel used the same trick again, directly locking onto the caster.

Even across space-time, Sylphiel could freely squander Rimuru's abundant magical energy. Or rather, having been summoned here while enthusiastically watching naughty movies in a bar, she was clearly qualified to squander it as reinforcements—

However, when the enormous phantom of a scythe appeared again, the weakened caster hurriedly backed away several steps. Gritting her teeth, she turned and floated straight down the mountain.

Because she had dived down past the mountain gate, Sylphiel was briefly stunned—the phantom above her head vanished in an instant.

There was no helping it. Everything about this move was excellent, but because it was a targeted killing technique, its casting range was also its field of vision. Once she lost sight of the target, the spell would naturally be interrupted.

"Eh?! Still struggling on your last legs?" Sylphiel stuck out her wicked little tongue and licked the corner of her lips. "Very good. I like women who resist desperately before the main event—"

Of course, that was only because Rimuru was absent. If Rimuru himself used this move as her master, then under his Absolute Sense, no matter where the enemy fled, they would probably be locked on instantly and executed!

Sylphiel waved her hand, and the scythe immediately floated horizontally before her. She lifted her bare, slender legs, plopped down onto it, and flew out while swaying as though riding a little boat.

Watching this, Gilgamesh's narrowed crimson eyes darkened slightly. He did not know whether he should leave or follow them and continue watching the show.

Leaving now would seem rather pathetic, unfitting of his status. But if he did not leave... he was genuinely afraid that this crazy Succubus would suddenly come after him. As before, Gilgamesh might have chunibyo tendencies