However, I know that in front of the hero's sword, anything can be broken.

The light and shadow exploded by the light blade covered his vision, and he lifted his foot and kicked towards his head.

"Crack!"

The Devil-Slaying Flame directly shattered the magic crystal blade on my ankle and cut into my bone.

I recoiled in pain and as I did, the wound healed rapidly.

Standing ten meters away from him, the purple smoke dispersed and I locked eyes with him.

My ears were always attentive to my master. We were separated only by a wave of air that didn't reach the nearby forest, so I couldn't see her and could only listen. She was fighting dozens of humans on her own and she could also communicate with me through soul transmission, so I could go and support her at any time.

The hero's sword was really difficult to deal with. Even if the hero closed his eyes, I might not be able to hurt him. That's the damn thing about the Devil-Slaying Flame attribute.

So, I decided to play mind games with him since I was on guard and he couldn't possibly reach my neck with his attacks.

"Hero! You can't defeat me. Although it's also difficult for me to hurt you, you know that in the end, it's your side that will be defeated by dragging on like this."

However, the hero had no intention of engaging in pointless conversation with me and swung his long sword in mid-air.

I jumped up and spun around for a roundhouse kick. The Devil-Slaying Flame also reacted quickly and guided the hero to use the blade to block my attack.

The shield protecting my lower leg shattered, and I spread my wings of light and flew into the air. Blue light emanated from my palms as if launching a qi blast. Don't be fooled by its ordinary appearance; it was magic that could level a mountain.

But when it collided with the hero's sword, it extinguished like a flame without any special effects.

"You must be very confused now, right? You must be terrified, facing our almost invincible advance, the crumbling of your human kingdom is just a matter of time."

Since I was the antagonist, I might as well be a verbose one.

Noticing that the hero tightly bit his lip because of my words, I had indeed touched a sore spot.

"And if it weren't for your help, those hundred or so humans wouldn't be able to defeat our Demon Lord. Without the Devil-Slaying Flame, killing you would be as easy as cutting vegetables."

"Enough talk!"

The hero shook the long sword in his hand, and crimson hot light erupted from the blade. A light blade split into more and more duplicates.

I raised a shield to block these light blades.

Like a bee, I swarmed around the hero and launched attacks from all angles, but none of them could reach his body; they were all blocked by the Devil-Slaying Flame.

"Your sword seems to have a soul."

Flying away from the hero, I continued to blabber.

"It's difficult for me to hurt you, but only for a short time. My stamina is much higher than yours as a human. If I keep up with high-intensity attacks, you will naturally collapse. When you can't even hold your sword steadily, I can easily take your life. At that time, humanity will be defenseless."

The hero didn't pay attention to my rambling and suddenly threw his long sword at me. It was incredibly fast, but I took the opportunity to throw two powerful blue light waves at the hero.

I quickly dodged the sword, but the Devil-Slaying Flame was surprisingly agile. It was the hero's Swordsmanship Technique. When a deep wound opened on my arm from the sword, there was a sudden explosion of the light waves, with blue light splattering everywhere.

The hero's magic shield also had high defense and completely nullified the damage of the light waves.

Was he trying to make a desperate move?

The Devil-Slaying Flame moved extremely fast and continuously attacked me from all angles. The shield I formed was all broken by it, and I could only use magic to repel the long sword, but in the next instant, it would immediately turn around and come at me.

I was struggling to cope. The hero used Swordsmanship to throw away the Devil-Slaying Flame's protections, knowing that by holding it, he, as a human, would be limited. So, he chose to let the Devil-Slaying Flame fight automatically, maximizing its attacking ability.

It had only been a minute, and my body was already covered in countless wounds that quickly healed. My beautiful dress was stained with blood and torn.

I gritted my teeth and repelled the Devil-Slaying Flame.

After all, a weapon is just a weapon, it doesn't have a soul.I stood in the air, gathering my strength, waiting for it to come towards me with a swing.

Just before it reached my neck, I leapt into the air and sliced off my left hand with the sword, which then plunged into my chest, the sound of bones cracking. I endured the intense pain and threw the sword towards the hero with my remaining right hand, delivering a powerful punch.

The punch struck the hero's chest, breaking through his defense shield, and a blue light wave exploded at the point of impact.

"Pu..."

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, the hero was sent flying over ten meters away and was blocked by a large tree.

I pulled out the Demon Slayer Flame that was tucked under my armpit, but as soon as I touched the handle, my palm was instantly burned, so I had to let go and let the Demon Slayer Flame fly back to the hero.

The hero caught the long sword and stuck it into the ground, struggling to stand up.

And the bones in my chest slowly connected back together, the wound healed at a visible speed, and my arm miraculously grew back.

"Hero, without the Demon Slayer Flame, you're nothing!"

The hero stood straight, his black bangs blowing in the wind, his face grim.

The silhouette against the setting sun was heroic, and his handsome face could be the protagonist in an anime. If he really were the protagonist, it would be time for him to go berserk, wouldn't it?

I didn't know his name.

I only knew he was the hero, a title from countless legends in other worlds.

But there were no "ifs," this other world was the real world.

The so-called hero in this world was just a normal human, and humans were ultimately the weaker side. Any outburst in front of me was futile, like an ant struggling.

"What do you understand?!"

The hero leaped into the air, propelled by the anti-gravity effect of the Demon Slayer Flame, and swung towards me.

The shield shattered upon contacting the Demon Slayer Flame, and I dodged the attack by turning to the side. It seemed that even though I was severely injured, the power of the flame remained undiminished.

I struggled to withstand his high-frequency attacks, and finally, the hero's body couldn't take it anymore.

We both landed on the ground and locked eyes. He lowered his head as if exhausted, while I didn't even breathe heavily.

"The Demon King... yes, the Demon King is strong. Your demon race is powerful, why do you possess someone like you, a freak?"

The hero clenched the long sword, blood dripping slowly from the tip.

He was already very powerful, and the Demon Slayer Flame had struck many fatal spots for an ordinary person.

But as long as I wasn't decapitated, my wounds could heal on their own, and my severed limbs could regenerate.

If I were the hero, I would be desperate too.

If a large number of forces ambushed us, I would discover them, and we were too few to fight back.

The Master could handle a hundred humans alone, which sounded like a fantasy, but she really did it.

Last time was an accident because many humans were lying in ambush together, and the Master could never defeat the hero. If I had to protect her, my attention would be divided, and I had to block all the fatal attacks for her.

Before landing, I made thorough preparations, turning the forest into a barren ground, exposing all the humans lying in ambush. That place was far from the hero and safer for the Master to jump to.

When I landed, all the other humans except for the hero rushed to deal with the Master because they knew that staying here would only result in me killing them.

But they clearly underestimated the Master's strength. They thought that their hero, who had easily defeated her, could not beat a hundred humans. However, the hero was able to overpower her because he had the Demon Slayer Flame, which grows stronger against strong opponents. Without the sword, I believe the hero would not last a minute against the Master.

If I were like them, unable to heal fatal wounds in a short period of time, I would also be defeated by the hero.

I understood.

My biggest advantage against the hero, who wielded the Demon Slayer Flame, was not my speed or strength because in front of that sword, we were evenly matched. With the hero's combat experience and skills, he would be stronger than me.

My true advantage was my abnormal regenerative ability.

This allowed me to face the so-called "life-threatening" situations in exchange for the hero's actual life-threatening situations.

"The Demon King may be magically powerful, but have you ever thought that she faces hundreds of humans just like I am facing you? After a prolonged battle, her physical and magical strength will eventually be exhausted."As soon as the hero finished speaking, I suddenly received a distress signal from my master. Without hesitation, I flew over to help my master, ignoring the hero who had been standing in front of me for a long time.

I thought the hero would catch up with me, but when I turned around, I saw that the hero's shadow was nowhere to be found.

In less than half a minute, I arrived at my master's battlefield. As expected, my master was covered in wounds and kneeling in a dark red shield she had conjured. The humans, as if mad, continued to slash and bombard my master's shield.

Just as the shield was about to break, I finally reached my master's side and simultaneously shook off the humans attacking her.

I shielded my master behind me, staring at them with sharp eyes, intending to kill them one by one as they approached.

Many balloons of sky color appeared in the sky.

I nervously prepared for battle, but to my surprise, after engaging in a stare down with me for half a minute, the humans panicked and fled.

Their escape was in the direction of the balloons.

I didn't want to chase them anymore. I needed to focus on my master's injuries.

After confirming that they had all fled, I turned around and crouched down, holding my weakened master. She closed her eyes, blood seeping from the corners of her mouth, seeming unwilling to say a word.

Once again, I experienced the helplessness and pain of mortals. My master managing to ensure that none of her injuries were fatal showed just how strong she was.

Looking at the dozen or so corpses nearby, did I only kill this many people?

My master had countless wounds on her body, and her long dress was more tattered than mine. Fortunately, the dress was thick enough to avoid exposing anything.

By the time the reinforcements arrived, the tea had gone cold.

"Lord Yiluodiya, Lord Demon King, has the battle ended?"

The soldiers dismounted one after another and knelt before us with extremely nervous expressions.

It was obvious that they had hurried over, all riding horses, and hadn't seen any medical personnel.

"Where are the medical staff?"

"Reporting, Lord Yiluodiya, in order to save time, we did not bring any medical personnel."

As expected, I clicked my tongue and no longer wanted to pay attention to them. Once again, I hugged my master in a princess carry. At this moment, I finally felt like I was contributing something.

Using magic to support my master's body, burning with the magic within me, I spread my light wings and struggled to carry my master towards Kypas, leaving behind the confused reinforcements.

Indeed, in this state, I couldn't dodge attacks, but the humans had already gone far away, so I didn't need to worry about them turning around and attacking us.

My master in my arms had fallen unconscious.

I couldn't panic. I had to stay calm. Compared to the last time, these wounds were much lighter. My master just lost too much blood.

But it seems like I have relied too much on my master's abilities.