The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Mjölnir missed, and Frondier lost his grip, his left hand burning with the attached flame. Frondier also endured using the mana of Helheim and his own aura, but the devil’s flame was no joke.

‘Now, next!’

Frondier’s posture crumbled. He still held Excalibur, but it wasn’t in a position to cut Belphegor.

Belphegor’s gaze shifted to Excalibur. His aura exuded a chilling killing intent. Should he behead Frondier now? No, this guy might even be aiming for mutual destruction.

Cut off that arm. Beheading comes after!

Belphegor sharpened his hand like a blade. Its sharpness alone surpassed that of any ordinary sword.

Just as his hand was about to sever Frondier’s arm…

Clang!!

“?!”