I Was Reincarnated as a Poor Farmer in a Different World, so I Decided to Make Bricks to Build a Castle - Chapter 911

"Black butterfly? What is that?"

"I don't know, but I think I've heard that before...Speaking of purge goodies, people who used to work around here used to use magic tricks. "

A flying butterfly coming out of Gouid's palm.

Walter answers me when he sees it and crushes it.

I just don't seem to know much about it.

Maybe Goode won't be on the battlefield right now.

Walter, a young mercenary, seems to have heard of his name but doesn't know it very well.

Flickering and butterflies dance.

The number of butterflies coming out of Gwide's palm continued to grow.

When I look at a black butterfly about the size of the palm of my hand, I feel creepy.

The black creepy butterfly, called the Black Dead Butterfly, approached me.

Cut it with the Magic Sword Norn.

The sword that was gently drawn sideways split the black dead butterfly in half with the spa.

It had no resistance.

Maybe because it was created with the magic of Gweod, the Black Dead Butterfly has no weight.

It feels as if the sky has been cut.

But it certainly had an impact.

Hey, Alphonse, this sucks.It's not compatible with me.)

Magic Sword Norn sends me thoughts.

And even if I didn't say that, I found this black dead butterfly to be the worst match.

Because by cutting the black butterfly, the Magic Sword was unable to keep its prototype.

From the part touched by the butterfly, dry and red blood falls off.

Besides, it won't stop.

The ground was soiled with blood.

"Is this blood? Does the blood come out?"

"Hmm. You have quite an unusual weapon.A sword made of blood.I see. This is a sacrifice. Your weapon seems easy for this black dead butterfly. "

"Yes, Commander. This is bad.I can't stop bleeding... "

I wonder if this black dead butterfly is magic.

A magic trick created by a grandfather named Gouid who sharpens and polishes his own diamonds.

Probably not magic.

Since there was no magician to convey magic to people in this east, it doesn't matter to spell it.

So it seems that no one else beside Goode will ever use this black dead butterfly.

However, there are still many butterflies.

Gouid's palm still produces black butterflies.

Perhaps this butterfly has the effect of making it easier for the blood of the person who touched it to flow.

Norun, the blood itself, made of my blood, falls into thin air without keeping its shape.

On the other hand, it seems that some of the mercenaries who were there touched their bodies with black dead butterflies.

They're bleeding from a small wound on their body.

The bleeding is caused by bleeding that would have stopped normally or from scars that should have stopped already.

Maybe it was an invitation to cut through the city by the time I got here.

I was able to break through while being attacked many times along the way, but that could have been the purpose of inflicting a wound on us.

"Yaba.Wall Architecture"

I was surprised to see the blood coming out of Walter and the other mercenaries, but I sensed signs of attack and used magic in a hurry.

Jump off the Valkyrie, put your hand on the ground and sing [Wall Architecture].

At the next moment, a thick wall appeared in front of him, preventing arrows from flying over him.

I see.

Apparently, this is how they fight.

The black Dead Butterfly magic used by Goode keeps blood from stopping from the opponent's wound.

Then another soldier attacked with a bow or something.

You don't have to be fatal to the attack.

If you get a scratch, it will spill out without stopping bleeding.

Perhaps the size of the wound will change the rate of bleeding.

Even a scratch is troublesome, but depending on where it hits, it may bleed to death in a few minutes.

"That's funny. In the meantime, Norn, go back."

(You don't have to tell me.)

For the time being, I lowered Norn.

His opponent is definitely incompatible with Norn, who is also a mass of blood.

Even a small scar keeps bleeding out, but the Magic Sword Norn was losing blood even more momentum.

If this happens, I'll dry out with Norn.

When I told Norn to go back to my body, the magic sword disappeared immediately.

That's good.

The bleeding stopped when it got into my body.

What would have happened if it had not stopped?

However, there is still a lot of blood lost in this small amount of time.

There was already a blood pond at my feet.

The amount of blood is unlikely from the child's physical condition.

Perhaps it also contains the blood Norn has taken before.

I knew it was funny.

It's interesting to go to war.

In this east, people born from magically enriched houses often work independently to sharpen their power.

Simply the amount of magic is also a criterion for strength, but that alone does not determine the match.

Win using the magic polished as a unique technique.

If you are alarmed, your feet are scratched at once and you are defeated.

It had nothing to do with Goeed being a grandfather.

He's strong.

I didn't think you had such a nasty magic trick.

But in front of such a powerful enemy, I couldn't stop getting excited.