Chapter 337.2. Pull Out Weeds Properly From The Roots

Within the mass of vines, Taira Masakado extended his body like petals and casually waved his hand. A gust of wind, imbued with dark mana, stirred up and spread to the surroundings.
“Kyah!”
“Kuu!”
With just a swing of his arm, the power was terrifyingly strong, and the Yamiyo and the others got blown away without being able to resist.
Seeing the two easily defeated after their special move was shattered, Taira Masakado followed up with another attack.
[Rasho’s Arm]
Swinging his hand upward, the skin bulged and waved like red demon hands. Covered in wire-like coarse hairs, the sturdy skin that could deflect any attack, and claws that could cut through magical barriers gleamed.
“And the power is different! Witness the power of my strength, which walked towards the gods!”
[Crimson Strong Claw]
The claws glowed crimson, descending upon Yamiyo and the others. The crimson flashes lingered in the trajectory, closing in on the two immobilized by their restricted movements.
Clang!
However, a dry metallic sound echoed as the demon’s claws got repelled with great force.
“I won’t let you!”
Mii-chan entered from the side, intercepting the attack with her fluffy hammer.
“Ngh! Why can you move?”
“Maybe because I’m the representative of the young ones?”
With sharp eyes like a raptor, I smirked. Whether angry or not, Taira Masakado distorted his face and repeatedly unleashed the demon’s claws.
Tearing through space, countless claw marks attacked Mii-chan like a tornado.
“Toyatoya!”
Gently gripping her Poypoyo Hammer, Mii-chan matched the claws, bouncing them away. Sparks erupted around Mii-chan like firecrackers, creating an intense clash.
The high-speed claw attacks seemed endless, penetrating Mii-chan’s defense and cutting into her body.
“Hmm?”
“Hahaha, what’s wrong, representative of the young ones? Can’t keep up with my movements?”
My Satan costume got tattered, and my little devil wings and tail got torn off. Blood sprayed, and flesh was gouged.
“I guess I can’t compete without wearing the magic armor.”
“Mii-sama!”
“Em-chan!”
Licking her tongue out in regret, I reassured Yamiyo and the others who screamed and tried to come to her aid. It’s okay. Just watch.
Caw, the crow’s cry echoed, and Taira Masakado’s level got displayed.
-Taira Masakado: Level 150, Resistance: All Element-
There it was, the final boss of the super-immersive dungeon. Even Mii-chan’s base stats couldn’t match up to the enemy.
“Let us live together in eternity here!”
[Roaring Ogre Palm]
Turning the other arm into a demon’s arm, Taira Masakado clenched both hands as if squeezing. The mana’s bright red light was dazzling, and the power, if taken head-on, was a deadly technique.
I’ve encountered that move in games before. It’s a tricky technique, fixed damage reducing the enemy’s HP to single digits.
With a heavy thud, Mii-chan got flattened by the demon hand. A squishing sound resonated as flesh got crushed, creating an unpleasant noise.
“Hahaha, did it!”
Hiramu Masakado laughed triumphantly. Blood flowed like a river from the crushed hand, forming a pool.
“Proposing to a child is illegal, Taira Masakado.”
“Hmm? You’re still alive?”
Surprised, Taira Masakado heard the voice of the girl who should have been crushed by the demon hand.
“Well, yeah, I’m alive. Speaking of the opposite, there’s always a single-digit HP left.”
“??? What are you talking about?”
Taira Masakado seemed confused by Mii-chan’s words.
Even if her head got crushed or her arm torn off, as long as there’s HP left, there’s no problem.
“You’re weak. That’s what it means.”
[God Heal]
Bright platinum light leaked through the gaps in the demon hand, illuminating the surroundings.
“Huh! You, are you a recovery magician!”
“Taira Masakado, you’re strong. But your useless chatter is your weakness.”
Switching consciousness, Miu took over. Indeed, Taira Masakado was powerful. But in the game, he had attacked silently.
Whether he won or not, he never stopped his attacks, expressing joy and such.
In other words, the real Taira Masakado had consciousness and emotions, making it his weakness.
[God Severance Sword]
Traces of numerous paths ran through the demon hand with a sharp sound. The demon hand turned into small pieces and fell to the ground with a clatter.
“Uoooh! You fool! My demon hand is supposed to be harder than a diamond!”
Taira Masakado twisted his body in pain after both hands were cut off.
“That’s the opening!”
[God Sword]
Surrounding herself with sword trails like a snake, Miu walked out from the chunks of flesh that used to be the demon hand.
“I’ll be serious this time, so enjoy, Taira Masakado-san.”
Already equipped with Jarngreipr, I was fully prepared.
“You wretch! But it’s futile struggling!”
Taira Masakado immediately regenerated the severed arms. Like plants growing, they quickly returned to their original state.
“That’s your weakness!”
Surrounding herself with godlike swords like a snake, Miu approached Taira Masakado.
“I’ll deal with you seriously this time! My servants, wake up and annihilate these insolent beings!”
With that, he raised his voice, and from the walls, groans emerged as failed creations began to appear.
“It’s been a while since I’ve gone all out!”
With a fearless smile, Miu prepared her divine aura sword.