Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

Chapter 111 Two Slashes

Elsa emerged from the shadows, her long black hair cascading down to her waist, her slender figure outlined in a deep purple bodysuit.

Her lips curved into a smile, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

He held a curved knife in his right hand, the blade gleaming coldly in the dim warehouse.

"However, my employer said—no matter what it takes, I have to bring the badge back. So I'm sorry, but you'd better leave your lives here."

Ferut retreated quickly, already holding Rom's giant club in her hand.

Emilia reached out and pulled Subaru Natsuki a step to her side. Puck floated off her shoulder, his gray figure slightly expanding in the air.

As Lord Rom's massive club swept across, the sound of it cutting through the air was muffled and thick.

Elsa sidestepped, twisting her heel halfway across the floor. The scimitar slid up the shaft of the giant club, flipped above Rom's wrist, and the blade sliced ​​into the front of his right arm.

Noisy!

With a dull cutting sound, Rom's forearm, along with the half-stick he was holding, was severed from his body. Blood from the cut spurted out a moment later and landed on the ground.

"ah!!"

Grandpa Rom let out a muffled roar, which sent dust flying from the ceiling.

His massive body staggered back two steps, knocking over a wooden frame, his back hitting the wall, and he slid down to the ground.

"Lord Rom!"

Ferut rushed toward the old man, but was forced back to the wall by Elsa hitting him with an old wooden box she had grabbed.

Subaru pulled Emilia back a step and called out.

"Now! Reinhard!"

No one answered.

The alley outside the warehouse door fell silent for a moment.

Elsa tilted her head and looked at Subaru: "Oh dear, are you calling for reinforcements? It seems there are more than just a few guests."

She took two quick steps toward the door, switching the scimitar to her right hand.

Parker disappeared from Emilia's shoulder.

The next instant, the air temperature plummeted, and ice crystals condensed from the void into dozens of sharp ice spikes, all shooting towards El.

Sha.

Elsa's scimitar slashed through the air, scattering shards of ice across the wooden crates and the dusty floor.

The wounds on her arms and calves, inflicted by the ice picks, were healing at a visible speed—the subcutaneous muscle tissue was wriggling like a living thing, and pink new flesh was covering the old wounds, leaving no trace in no time.

Her black hair flew wildly in the interplay of light and shadow, a mixture of ice and blood, but the smile on her face remained unmoved.

"Ice magic, how beautiful."

Her tone was as if she were appraising a work of art. "But how long can the elf's magic last?"

Parker did not answer.

The number of ice spikes is decreasing, and the time it takes to sustain an attack is shortening.

The ice spikes shattered into white mist upon impact with the scimitar, and the speed at which the next round of ice cones condensed was already too slow.

Parker's figure flashed in the air, and the edges of his body began to blur.

Finally, Puck's figure shrank rapidly, turning into a ball of gray light and retracting into the crystal on Emilia's shoulder.

Emilia reached out and pressed her hand against the crystal, her face showing concern.

Elsa did not pause.

She kept her center of gravity low, spun the scimitar half a circle in her palm before switching to a reverse grip, and aimed the tip at Emilia's throat.

Natsuki Subaru hardened his heart and stood directly in front of her, spreading his arms to protect Emilia behind him.

clang----!

He opened his eyes.

A cloak, a hood, and a long horizontal sword held horizontally in front of him.

The blade of the sword blocked the edge of the curved knife.

Subaru Natsuki's pupils shrank to pinpoints. His cloak hood obscured the upper half of his face.

It's him.

His hands were trembling, and the tendons in his calves were twitching under his skin.

Emilia grabbed Subaru Natsuki by the back of his collar and pulled him behind her.

Her other hand was still pressed against the crystal on her chest, feeling the faint tremor of Puck's remaining magic within the stone.

Their gazes were fixed on the cloaked man's back.

Who?

Ferut propped herself up on her own two feet beside Lord Rom and stared at the cloaked figure that had suddenly appeared.

Elsa took a step back using the reaction force.

I saw clearly who had cut in.

The hood of his cloak covered the upper half of his face, and a long horizontal sword was held horizontally in front of him.

"Ara ara—there are new guests too."

He spun the scimitar halfway in his palm, then changed from a reverse grip to a regular grip.

He kept saying it, but his thrusting motion was seamless.

Isaac took a half-step diagonally to the right front.

As his body brushed past the left side of the curved blade, the long horizontal blade rose up from below.

puff.

The knife tip pierced Elsa's chest flesh, tearing a gash across her deep purple bodysuit.

Elsa took two steps back.

Looking down, I saw pink new flesh surging out from under the skin, and the edges of the tear were closing up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She lifted her face and licked her lower lip with the tip of her tongue.

His gaze fell on Isaac's eyes.

Three jet-black magatama were embedded in the red iris, slowly rotating in the dim light.

Her pupils flickered slightly.

These eyes were not among anything she had ever seen in the cut-open abdomen.

"It's like a ruby. So beautiful. I want to dig it out, put it in a glass bottle, and keep it by my bedside to admire it slowly."

Upon hearing this, Emilia tightened her grip on the crystal. Although she didn't know who had offered this help, she was already secretly mobilizing her mana to gather magic.

Isaac frowned slightly, not expecting that ordinary blade attacks would be so ineffective.

He slowly began to chant.

"Xinran——Judgment Fire——"

Emilia's crystal on her chest lit up, and Puck's consciousness surged violently within the stone, clearly feeling uneasy.

"Lia, watch out for him."

Elsa tilted her head.

"A spirit summoner? Doesn't seem like it."

Warm white.

It wasn't the color of flame; the light rising from the blade was like the midday sun in winter falling on fresh snow, quietly enveloping the surface of the blade, making the entire sword seem lighter.

Elsa's intuition reacted before her thinking.

She suddenly closed the distance, her curved blade aimed straight for his throat.

This stab was faster than any before.

In the Sharingan, the trajectory was stretched into a thin line that slowly unfolded.

Isaac turned to the side.

The scimitar grazed the edge of the hood, the wind pressure swept across the right earlobe, and the center of gravity did not shift back, but instead shifted forward by half a step.

The long horizontal sword cleaved down from top to bottom.

A warm white arc of light.

The blade made its way into the chest cavity almost at the same point as the first cut.

It's sizzling!

Elsa leaped backward.

When I landed, my toes slid less than half an inch on the blood-soaked floor.

My left hand instinctively pressed against my left shoulder, my fingers touching the edge of the tear.

His facial features were slightly distorted due to the unexpected pain.

The wound has not healed.

Warm white flames lingered at the edge of the wound.

She looked down at the fingers pressed against the wound.

The blood seeping from between the fingers is red, a normal red, it hasn't turned black or evaporated.

"What a surprise!"

Footsteps could be heard outside the warehouse door.

Elsa did not turn around to confirm who it was.

While everyone was distracted by the unexpected footsteps, the figure rushed towards a wall of the already flimsy self-built house, smashed through the wooden plank wall, and disappeared into the shadows of the night.

The wooden door was pushed open.

Reinhard stood in the doorway.

The red-haired swordsman's gaze swept halfway around the warehouse, taking in the signs of battle, as well as the scattered ice shards and bloodstains.

Finally, it stopped on Isaac.

"Thank you for your help, I'm sorry I'm late —"

Ferut rushed past the wall, his knee slamming into the floor next to Rom.

The old man's severed arm wound stopped bleeding, and the edges of the pool of blood on the ground congealed and turned black.

Ferut tore off her sleeve and pressed it against the broken edge, her fingers trembling.

Emilia helped Subaru Natsuki to his feet.

Subaru Natsuki's legs were trembling.

I didn't have the courage to go see Isaac.

His gaze finally fell on the hand that Emilia was using to support his arm.

Adam's apple bobbed.