Vandalieu thought that Murakami had given up in despair, but quickly began moving once he felt the presence of death increase sharply and realized that ‘Bloodthirst’ was not devouring Murakami.

“‘Whip Tongue,’ ‘Screw Projectile,’ ‘Death Bullet,’” he murmured.

He extended his tongue like a whip, threw knife-shaped horns of the Demon King and cast ‘Death Bullet.’

But his tongue and the horns of the Demon King’s, which he was certain would hit Murakami as he charged through the crimson mist, passed straight through his body.

“Magic!” Murakami muttered.

The ‘Death Bullet’ projectiles silently slipped through Murakami’s body in the same way.

Seeing this, Vandalieu thought of one thing. “‘Gungnir!’” he murmured.