A sword slashed down.
Garcia's pupils contracted, and a flower immediately appeared before her, attempting to block Red Tears' strike.
But when the sword energy actually arrived...
The defensive ability designed specifically to block bladed attacks was sliced apart as easily as paper.
She had no time to dodge. One of her arms was severed outright.
"Ba'al!"
"Shit! Who the hell is this!?"
Ba'al rushed over anxiously. An enormous white centipede crawled out of her Dark Green Space, only just barely managing to block another attack from Red Tears.
A red gleam flashed through Red Tears' eyes. She leaped down, the demon wings at her waist fluttering gently.
Holding her sword in both hands, she struck again, cleaving the white centipede in two.
"Fuck! She's level thirteen!"
Ba'al tightened her grip on her scythe, looking at the bisected centipede with some heartache.
"Hold her off! The one up there is Altos, the Imperial Sequence's Demon Mecha-Dragon Man!"
Garcia's words startled Ba'al. Not daring to be careless, she hurriedly took out a Band-Aid and stuck it straight over her mouth. Then, scythe in hand, she retreated while obstructing Red Tears' attacks on Garcia.
A new flower bloomed.
Garcia's hair lengthened, pulling over Lane, who stood nearby with a frown, seemingly thinking about something.
"Stop standing there! You should know his strength better than we do. Retreat!"
Lane was still frowning.
He stared fixedly at "Altos" in the sky, feeling that this fellow should not have been called that.
Was it Pride? That Demon Card?
Pride was affecting his memories, preventing him from recalling this person's true name.
But his name should be in the Imperial Sequence's Public Chatroom.
As long as he saw the name, he would remember everything.
He opened his Light Screen and was swallowed, along with Balen and