Reborn as the Hero's Daughter! Time to Become the Hero Once More!

The children are already protected by yarn.

The barrier will not collapse in a half-breed attack because it is connected to stone walls and deployed in a knitting way that absorbs power with elasticity.

All you have to do is kill me and the demon gods.

"Goaaaaaaa!"

A demon god who raises his roar and rides away his sword. I scratch under that sword strike, skip the slash thread and fight back.

Fortunately, the ceiling is low - for the demon god - but because of the situation, I can't take an attack called swinging down.

That means narrowing the scope of the demon god's attack.

For me, that meant ease of defense.

Scratch, jump over, and use yarn to reciprocate the sword attack that strikes like a storm from left to right.

Flirting like a tree leaf, he avoided a direct hit and repeated a counterattack that did only a small amount of damage.

Already the one-handed yarn has been divided into children's defenses.

The remaining misrillic yarn is divided into one hand.

The demon god, who can only carry out an attack on the side, the attack is monotonous. I can handle enough with just one hand.

Immediately after I tried to make that decision, the demon god roared.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!"

With the scream, an invisible force slammed at me.

Bounced off by unseen forces, I was slammed against the wall - where the Spike of the Devil's Pursuit looms.

This poke is very difficult to avoid for me to get used to moving sideways.

I turn back to distract myself from the offensive line, but the timing of it was only flawed for a moment.

He barely misses a direct hit as he chooses his chest muscles and snaps his ribs.

Damage to vital organs was avoided, but it is no longer even difficult to breathe properly.

"Gah, gah!?

Spit blood and kneel.

I was going to be distracted by the pain, but losing consciousness here won't help the kids any more than I did.

Wouldn't you win? momentary gap where that alarm arose.

A brace of consciousness, driven by the temptation to defeat it, for the purpose of buying time.

It takes the form of a brilliant poke at it.

This is a total loss. Still, you can't give up.

It's not about me surviving. Buy time to keep the kids alive.

But my strength was severely cut, and it no longer even came true.

"I mean... I guess I'll just have to take it down."

I can't buy you any more time. Perhaps with this injury, hold it for more than a dozen minutes.

There is no chance that Cortina will bring the Lyells back in that time.

If I die, so will the children. If this demon god gets out of here, even the villagers will die.

And a demon god with all this power is unleashed on the field.

If that happens, I don't know how many people die.

Ignore my patrols and other demon gods who add slaughter again.

Me scolding my trembling legs and avoiding straying. Finally, he tries to seal the movement by tangling a thread in that sword, but it was stripped off with force.

"Vaaaaaaaaaa!"

A demon god sending a shockwave at the counterattack. I had eaten this once, so I could eat it without difficulty.

The timing is hard to grasp because it's completely different from this magical dish, but I can see where it flies by my gaze, so I could still afford it.

Then I tangle a thread around my neck, but it won't get there before I strangle it.

But now, somehow, I'm ready.

"And then as soon as I'm ready..."

Be prepared - stop your legs. The demon god didn't miss that gap.

With a thrust of restraint at his feet, the slaughter of the Horizontal Giraffe of Fate.

This is the same enduring battle as before. But I don't have time for that.

Then I abandoned dodging to decide the battle.

Pull the thread wide as you get your right foot crushed by a thrust of restraint.

Thread tangled in sword, tangled in neck.

Connect it to the thread that was connected to the children's defenses.

A sword swung forward and a neck connected to it.

With the movement of the fishing bottle, the demon god himself pulls the misthrill thread.

The result - the Demon God's neck was dropped by the Demon God's own power.

But that doesn't make the sword lose its momentum.

I couldn't afford to put that on me when I threaded it at critical times.

He is crushed in the left arm by a giant sword that is swung through as he falls and slapped to the ceiling.

And I crashed by the kids.

The restraint caused by the demon god's intimidation is lifted shortly thereafter.

That's not why I can move quickly.

The children were still stiff, even leaking piss and trembling in fear.

But a girl rushed to me and tried to hold my wound.

Having crossed many battlefields, I could understand that this was a helpless wound.

Still, to keep the girl from worrying, I comforted her with a voice that could plunder.