Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

"What!? What happened!?

"Hey! What, what the fuck!?

The imperial nobles, deprived of one of the five senses in an instant, raise their anger as their voices tremble in confusion and agitation.

"Don't be a wolf! Making light with magic!?

"What the hell, Ga!?

"What's going on? Agh!?

Those who were relatively calm try to magically create light spheres and secure lights while giving instructions. but shortly afterwards the sound of falling in with screaming. At the same time, the confused nobles scream one after the other.

Again the scene fell into confusion at that unusual sight. In particular, the ladies are completely panicked and seem to have run out into the dark clouds, where they begin to hear tumbling and collisions.

"Calm down! You're still soldiers of the Empire!

Gahardt's hectic voice echoes in the dark. The high volume of drinking that seemed to wipe out the dark night forced the spirit of the Imperial nobles to rebuild when they panicked in a chain of darkness and screaming.

But...

Huh! Huh! Huh!

"Huh!? Shit! That's depressing!

Countless arrows fly out of the darkness in pursuit of its gahard.

An arrow of incredible speed and power struck Gahardt from all directions. On top of that, the insignificant Gahardt was also pushed to the side of the battle because he was exquisitely out of timing and shot in precisely and unbeatably uninterrupted for a truly unpleasant position. I can't afford to give instructions to re-establish my posture.

Still, in the dark, it should be called a boulder that is grasping the position of an arrow only by the sound of a wind cut and only by a liturgical sword. Gin around the angry gahardo! Gin! Gin! Gin! and the sound of metal colliding with each other rings.

With one scream after another and the sound of things and people falling, Gahardt's drinking and those who regained their calm from the fact that Gahardt was under attack succeeded in creating fireballs as lights.

They call the guards out loud as they look around with a harsh look.

Something like a black shadow hits the edge of that sight! and cut across the wind.

"Huh!? What the fuck!?

Dauntingly, an imperial aristocratic man tried to fly a fireball towards its shadow.

But as soon as the black outfit (+ Usami) popped out of the darkness behind him flashed a black-painted knife like it assimilated to the darkness, as if it were a joke, he was instantly cut off his neck.

Po ~ n and his neck fly around and fall to the ground with the vivid sound. The head was somewhere in Kyoton and it seemed as if he hadn't noticed that his neck had been cut.

If you notice, all of the fireballs that were illuminating your surroundings have disappeared and become dark again.

Empire aristocrats and ladies who were on their way to those who created fireballs like moths lured by the light saw the sight of a raven-bearing black outfit that caught a glimpse of the fireballs on the verge of extinguishing, jumping a man's neck in an instant. And then again, he unnecessarily hips at the raiders who disappear in the dark.

"Hi-ba-monster!"

"And I don't want to die. No, someone!

Many of those who lost their hips were ladies and civilians, but not least officers of the army. The spirits could not withstand the darkness and the presence of the Raiders equal to the Sickle of Reaper, who had retreated from the front line and exhausted the extremes of luxury.

Without one exception, they were left unable to do anything, and without doing so, their hands and feet were cut tendons by the fleshy black outfits without sound, and fell down in pain.

Some of those pitiful people, but there's no way they're ever more spoiled by confusion than this is a military state that lists merit supremacy. The fierce men, who did not possess a liturgical sword, like Gahardt, but who had outmaneuvered the raid several times in reliance on a protective sword, gathered together to form a formation, relying on the signs of their companions.

Back to back, place the operator in the center and leave the chant to you. Brilliant collaboration.

Those who were relatively close to Gahardt also immediately formed formations to protect Gahardt's back. Attacks by arrows no longer make sense to Gahardt, whose range is halved at once. Gahardt, who could afford it, began chanting as he slapped dozens of arrows down one hassle.

Nearly ten fireballs created instantly at a hell of a rate of activation. It spread to the venue in an instant and began to pay for darkness through the brilliance of the original source.

Fight back! Yes, it was Gahardt who breathed, etc., but shortly afterwards, a metal mass rolled in front of him.

"What? This..."

A man who, surprised but approaching to see who he was, serves as Gahardt's side. It was the same not only for him, but also for those who secured the lights away.

Gahardt, who had a fiercely unpleasant feeling, shouts an aggressive voice of restraint.

"Stop it! Stay away!

"Huh!?

It was a close attempt to fly back and forth according to Gahardt's words reflexively, but it is a pointless action from the effect of that metal mass. It was proven at the next moment.

Kah!

Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!

Suddenly, when I wondered if the metal mass had exploded, there was intense light, and huge waves of sound ravaged the surroundings indiscriminately.

"Guh!?

"Guuuuu!"

"What!?

The moment the light exploded, Gahards, who meditated on his eyes and sheltered his face with his arms, could not be completely prevented by the excess of accidents, his eyes were burned so tightly that he temporarily lost his sight, and his hearing was also lost by the terrible tinnitus.

And there's no way Howlia, the raider, could have missed that great opportunity.

The impatient, black-coated Houlias step into the target's nostalgia with extreme sign killing at an exquisite time. And twinkle, twinkle the pitch-black knife.

The tendons of the hands and feet of the officers, suddenly deprived of two of the five senses and with no room for resistance or other fine dust, were lightly mutilated.

Sides falling and lying down screaming at intense pain.

Shortly afterwards, a knife is stuck in his mouth and his tongue is torn. It is the purpose of the chant seal. In the same way a few people had their hands and feet tendons cut off and fell down and bled out of their mouths. Those who were about to exercise great sorcery have been relentlessly skipped in the neck.

In the meantime, Gingin 'Gingin'! and the clash between the metals sounded. What a surprise, Gahardt alone, with his eyes and ears crushed, outnumbered the slaughter of two Haurians who killed the signs to the extreme.

This also revealed a surprise when two of the Hourian tribes who were raiding opened their eyes wide peeking from their black outfits.

Did you feel that momentary upset, poking a gap and a temper shot, Gahardt makes a shock by treading heavily into the seismic legs.

"Huh!"

"Come on!"

Two disfigured Houlias accidentally groaned. And Gahardt exposes the two of them to a slaughter of lateral beatings with such precise steps that they don't think they can use their eyes or ears.

"Scatter me!" Wind wall! "

A tremendous number of arrows intensively fire Gahardt into the wrong place with the two Haurians, who were hard pressed by a slaughter that was still intensely destructive while being subjected to a small machete, but all of which was lightly derailed by the wind barrier activated in just two words.

"Shoot it out!" Flaming bullets! "

And activate magic in two words again. "More powerful than a fireball," he creates ten flame bullets at a time and shoots them at once towards the rays of the arrows felt by the wind wall.

There are countless signs of war springing up against Gahardt, whose activation speed and power are unusual. Haulia and the others, who were killing the signs, were upset and leaked the signs slightly.

Gahardt's closed eyelid opens slightly, sheltering a dangerous light of guillary and wild beast, even though it is not visible. And, Glynn! and turned his neck and his gaze accurately captured Haulia behind the darkness. Earlier, I sensed a slight leak.

"Ooh! Blow it up, Flame Bullet!

Gahardt chanted again as he turned his back on the flamebullet he unleashed, advancing in a straight line towards Haulia behind the darkness.

Shortly afterwards, the flamebullet behind him, which was flying towards the ceiling of the party venue, exploded with a roar after a flash of contraction.

Haulia and the others, who were providing cross-bow cover from the ceiling, were in a hurry to retreat from the scene to avoid the flames, but could not be completely dispersed due to the extensive shock and heat waves scattered due to the explosion of the flames. At least, the place I was scaffolding collapsed and my cover was interrupted for a short time until I moved to the next sniping point.

"Dancing, dancing wind! Carry my will ill," wind noise! "

In that gap Gahardt exercises the following magic. Auxiliary magic of the wind system "Wind sounds". Magic that can interfere with the surrounding air to amplify sounds or carry small sounds far away. I guess I'm going to auxiliary this magic to slightly restore the hearing driven by the high volume.

Indeed, if applied, it could be described as a magical version of the sign sensing skill. Even so, in the end, the accuracy decreases because it senses through hearing, and it requires concentration to feel, which is a magic unsuitable for use in melee combat. The basics are communication and intelligence magic used by scouts and intelligence agents.

"Raaah!!

"Huh!!"

"Kuh!

Along with the mood of tearing, he waves in a deformational freedom as the slaughter becomes like a whip.

Howlia and the others manage to outdo each other in collaboration while raising their distressed voices about it, but slowing down on the signs and deluding Gahardt's senses. However, because of the "wind noise", the sign manipulation does not seem to be of much use. They're firmly sensing the subtle wind-cut noise when the Haurians move.

Gahardt's guts and tremendous flow of killing can be stepped in without hesitation by entrusting himself to the magic of communication and intelligence, which is probably only far from "sign sensing" even when activated, while being deprived of vision.

This is the emperor. This is the head of the military state. Power is the king of all and all the brazen fighters!

Haulia and the others realised it...

But instead of shrinking, everyone grinned miserably at its mouth. The eyes peeking through the gap of the mask gleam violently, with intense killing gushing from each and every one of them. If the sign manipulation doesn't make sense, we'll stop him in collaboration! Not to mention, the Houlias moved out as if they were one creature.

"Kukukuku, you're going to give me a nice kill! Hey, Howlia!

There is no exaggeration when it comes to stunning based on hits and away from all directions. A level of collaborative attack arrives. Gahardt exclaimed with pleasure as he played the slaughter with his unique swordsmanship. Apparently, they were taken by the Haurians.

Houlia and the others are silent when they hear Gahardt roar. I'm just gonna let you roll even the kill.

"Oh? Can't you freak out and even speak up!?

From the words, after all, only hearing is recovering a little thanks to magic. To that Gahardt cry, Haulia waved an intense killing temper - while Cam waved the knife's two knives, his overflowing killing intent returned a potpourring, inorganic voice on the back.

"No words on the battlefield. Cut it out."

"Huh! Ha, superior!

Sparks scatter in the darkness, and the more intense the sword trident is like a storm.

However, the blade does not reach the bodies of both sides. Decades, minutes... Those in the venue who distort their expressions in bitterness with the mouths and hands and feet of what is conscious pray for the victory of their kings in frustration as to why no one rushes from the outside.

At the same time, he perceived the raiders to be the Rabbits in the shadows occasionally raised by the sparks of the sword trident, desperately pressing their fearful bodies into the impossible.

and that's when things moved to betray their expectations.

"Huh! What? My body..."

Gahardt suddenly began to flutter, quickly blunting the movement. "I've been waiting for you! All I'm saying is," Howlia and the others jump from all directions.

It was Gahardt who managed to bounce it back, but Gahardt's anomaly seemed to have been assumed from the outset, with arrows released at an exquisite time penetrating Gahardt's calf deeply.

"Guh!"

Cam waves a knife at Gakhard, who breaks his knee with Gakhun. Gahardt finally removed his sword after having his arm tendon cut off with the other knife of what he painstakingly accepts with his sword.

Gahardt attempts to activate the magic instantly, but two Haurian tribes crossed at a moment's notice, waving a machete in the position he was ascertaining during the battle, destroying or bouncing off the magic formations and artifacts he had hidden. At the same time, the remaining arm and foot tendons were severed.

"Huh."

to the burgeoning fierce pain, but no screaming gahardo, but its body leaned slowly against its will, sounding Dosha and falling into depression.

A quiet party venue. No one utters a word. That's partly because you're physically forced to shut your mouth, but I'm sure no one would have uttered a word, even if your mouth had been at your mercy.

Defeat of the Emperor of the Helshire Empire.

Whether you're closed to sight in the dark, you'll understand. The fact was too shocking enough to take words from people, or thoughts themselves.

One of the Houlians approached Gahardt as he fell down. And Gahardt was given medicines to restore vision and once hearing. Because we need it for the upcoming negotiations.

"Well, I didn't expect you to keep this far sprayed with paralysis poison for demons"

"Damn, was that what you were after from the start..."

Gahardt, who also removed all the magic formations and artifacts planted in his garments and became a dead body. Where my eyesight and hearing have recovered, Cam asks me what causes my body's malaise and I malign it.

To Gahardt like that, suddenly, the light poured out of his head. It's like a flashlight in one of Houlia's gear. That is what illuminates Gahardt as if it were a spotlight.

'How much, what do you mean!? Here, this is!? Ha, ha, ha! Yes, the hell not!!

'Fine, take it easy, princess. It's a climax now.'

Liliana, who has her hands and feet torn apart and her clothes torn apart and laying on the ground to destroy the magic formation, sees Gahardo appear lit by the light, and Liliana, who is feathered by a hajime and blocks her mouth, asks about the hajime in an obvious way.

At the time of the raid, Liliana was beside Crown Prince Bias, but Hajime was instantly retrieving it and returning to his original position. During the operation of the Haurian tribe, all Hajime and the others were gathered at the end of the venue so as not to be disturbed.

It seems that several Imperial nobles are feeling dead and the glow is glowing. Bells, Shizukuishi and Ryutaro were also silent with difficult expressions. I stand still because I understand that this is the greatest opportunity to improve the subhuman condition and a battle that literally shapes the fate of Howlia and the others, but I guess I still can't light up the tragedy that goes on in front of me.

Most of all, there is no other way but to observe it, even if it can't be broken. If you leave it to your emotions and say, "This is too much!" If you want to get in the way of the cams while you say, "etc., you will be attacked by a rail gun from behind at that moment.

Hajime holds the glow in his sight and consciousness exactly as he wings Liliana, who is likely to shout while still upset. Shizuku, who senses what he is willing to do if he has to, was, in a sense, more cold-sweating at the trends of glow and the gaze of Hajime than at the killings played by the Haurian tribe.

"Well, it's Gahard-D. Helshire. You know why they're letting you live now?

"Well, you have a demand, don't you? Say it, I'll ask you."

"... a subtraction. Gahardt, stand down."

The voice of a man who is invisible and sounds like a wooden spirit throughout the party venue. The identity is Cam.

He was a cam who called out to crawling squatting Gahardo, but issued advice to Gahardo's transverse demeanor, after a short while, with a voice as if it were a machine.

And the advice wasn't just words.

Suddenly, the spotlight hits a short distance from Gahardt. There was a figure of a man who, like Gahardt, had his hands and feet cut off and his mouth torn open for chant sealing. When I wondered if the man only had his arms stretched out of the spotlight and grabbed his hair and made him kneel down, the next moment the man's neck was lightly slashed like a lie.

"Holy shit!"

"Deduction"

Gahardt raising his anger unintentionally. Survivors must have seen it from elsewhere. I hear screaming and breathtaking noises. But it was the mechanical pale voice that returned to Gahardt's attitude like that.

And then again the spotlight was around somewhere else, and the man's neck was mowed in the same way.

"Besta! Keep up the good work."

"Deduction"

Was it nearby, screaming the name of the man who had just been cut off his neck, and Gahardt spitting evil, but the return to it was still a pale voice and the neck of the man to be pruned.

……

Gahardt stares at the darkness ahead with a sharp, toothpicking, yet silent look that could kill people with just that. To Gahardt like that, Cam still talks pale.

"Yes, understand what it means to be licking the ground. Make quick decisions and choose your words carefully. Now the lives of those who survive in this venue depend on one of your words and deeds."

At the same time as that word, his hand, which at some point had extended from outside the spotlight, quickly put a necklace on Gahardt's neck. It has thin chains and red jewels on the tip.

"It's a pledge collar. Gahardt, it's an artifact that will make you honor the pledge you made with your life. Once activated, not only you, but whoever has a soul that will accompany you will die if he has not worn it in his lifetime. Even if you take a different oath, naturally, you die."

Needless to say, the imperial humans are secure and tell Cam that the same artifact is hung. Gahardt seems to have guessed it too and will look like he chewed up about 10,000 bitters.

The necklace-shaped artifact called the "Collar of Pledges", which Cam put on Gahardt's neck, was made of gems and ore that conferred Soul Magic by Generating Magic, and has the effect of making Cam observe the vows he has spoken at the Soul level, as Cam said.

Specifically, the pledge spoken in the activated state is engraved directly into the soul, and if the pledge is rebelled or the "collar of the pledge" is removed, the soul itself will be extinguished. It is also effective against those who possess a contiguous soul, that is, against the family of Gahardt, and will also die if they do not wear the "collar of the covenant". In short, the artifact is to make all the emperor clans keep their vows until the last generation. (Separate artifacts required for matrimonial families)

"Pledge...... you say?

"There are four things about the pledge. One, the liberation of the present slaves, two, the promise of inviolability and non-interference in the tree sea, three, the prohibition of subethnic slavery and persecution, four, its legalization and compliance with the law. Got it? If you understand, say," I swear here on behalf of Helshire. "And it activates."

"What if I don't swallow?

"The imperial chamber ends today, the officer's neck continues to fly until the empire is institutionalized, and even then the muddy assassination plays are extended and repeated. Until our Haurians are wiped out, there will be no more two letters of safety on the night of the Empire. The Imperial Officers will be greeted by their wives' necks when they return home."

"Don't lick the empire. Even if we die, it's so easy to disintegrate. We will surely lead the hosts into the Tree Sea, and now it will be time to destroy Fairbergen. You know that. Using slaves is not difficult to get through the mist of the tree sea. It's hard to fight, but it's also fine if you push it in numbers or crush the tree sea itself off the edge. Until now, I haven't dropped Fairbergen..."

"Because crushing a field won't make it to harvest...?

"You know what I mean. Now, we can still make it. Even with his help, it would still be a shame to lose you and the rest of the Emperor's Castle in this short time. If the slaves are unhappy, I'll treat them as a unit under my command, okay?

"Out of the question. You don't deserve to believe in what you've done to subpeople. That's what I need you to pledge.

"Then it's war. I will never speak of a pledge."

What do you say? Cam mechanically approaches Gahardt, distorting his mouth everywhere.

"Right. … a subtraction, Gahardt"

Again, the words were uttered and illuminated by the downpouring spotlight…

"Let go of me! Who the hell do you think I am? You filthy beast! Kill them all! I'll kill all of you! Each and every one of you, I'm gonna torture you in front of your family and kill you all! All the women, until they're broken."

It was the Crown Prince Bias.

You can hear the breathtaking noise mixed with the royal prince's cry from there.

Immediately after, the silver wire flipped without any hesitation, and the neck of the Crown Prince of the Helshire Empire flew lightly through the universe.