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The severed arm hit the ground, the cut oozing black blood, hissing as if corroded by the sunlight.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Cursed insects..."

The Demon Lord's roars were piercing. Beyond his rage, he was profoundly shocked.

A mere human, not yet divine, had managed to sever his arm with a single sword stroke!

"What sword do you wield?!"

He ground his teeth, eyes flickering with a deep-seated fear