Rimuru couldn't help raising an eyebrow, feeling inexplicably displeased.
"No wonder Merem hates you so much. From the way you operate, you've obviously killed his magical beasts plenty of times."
"Hah, they'll revive anyway..."
As she spoke, Narbareck lightly turned her other hand, and the hilts of three Black Keys appeared in her grasp. With a surge of magical energy, three blades formed in an instant. As her body spun, they flashed toward Rimuru's abdomen like thunderbolts.
Her strength was immense. She seemed to be constantly maintaining physical enhancement, which made Rimuru's attacks somewhat difficult. Rather than meet her head-on, he suddenly pressed down with his magic sword. As it crashed down, it completely ignited the grassland already stained red with blood. The instant the demonic flames spread, Rimuru used the momentum to leap backward and open a brief distance between them. For a moment, the three Black Keys were embedded in the ground, trembling faintly with silver light.
"Since your goal is to eliminate traitors, why attack me?" Rimuru retreated half a step, drawing his greatsword close as he spoke softly. To be frank, Rimuru had indeed considered taking the opportunity to hunt down a few interesting targets and fill out his skill library—but that did not include this female lunatic from the Burial Agency.
It had been mentioned before that the way the strong fought was by constantly probing for openings. They could fight for hours or even days, all for the sake of finding an opportunity for a single fatal strike. Victory and defeat were often decided in an instant, or by a single move.
So what happened when both sides were strong enough that neither could find an opening?
The stronger a person was, the more life-saving methods and hidden cards they possessed. Just as the