Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

Boom.

Splashing metal pieces.

falling apart. By the time it fell to the ground making a hard noise, a groan echoed from the corner of the throne chick stand. In the center of the ragged and collapsing white Asian chick stand is the figure of a hajime buried from his back and distorting his face in pain.

The appearance was bloodstained as if there had been no healing due to divine water, on the contrary, it appeared that even the prosthetic arm of the left arm had disappeared and was unbroken.

"Gu, ha"

Hajime tries to turn the donner forward, spitting blood in abundance. The blood flowing from his forehead was in his eyes, dyeing his vision bright red as if the red alert was on.

In that red vision, I could see that Echtorjeue, fluttered up without letting him feel gravity, did the trick of squealing his fingers.

At that moment, intense impact on the right hand with the donner. I felt little pain if my pain was paralyzed by the shock when I was blown away, but I know what they did. At the edge of his sight, his right five-finger bent in the direction of his absence, because his partner, who was supposed to have it, had been crushed to pieces of wood dust.

At the same time that fragments of the fragmented donner fall to the ground, the "treasure trove ii", which was attached to the middle finger of the right hand, also makes a lovely noise out of place with Karan Cologne and rolls to the ground. Looks like he fell out when he was struck in the right hand.

"Brilliant, brilliant, irregular. I didn't expect to win this trump card on me. Praiseworthy. If you're always asked if a trump card can always be a trump card, you have to answer no."

……

Echtorje walks over with a gentle smile. It won't usually ring, but if you do it with Hitahita, are you going to make it sound loud footsteps even counting down to death?

Plus, one step, a shrug of crushed and scattered prosthetics, donners, and shrugs falling a little farther apart wrapped up in the platinum light as you go along. The Hajime artifacts, though shivering as they sifted to resist, eventually break its shape so that it became intolerable, and at the end of the day, it is made to disappear so completely that it leaves no dust.

If we stayed out of the hands of the main hazy and kept in intensive light of extinction, we would not have kept the hazy measures in place either.

"Strange? The bullet with the concept of" God Killer "did wear my heart, but I wondered why it was flat. Cook. Cook."

……

Soak in joy watching the hajime look ridiculous, or funny. Hajime does not answer. I can't even afford to talk. I'm meditating on my back on a broken chick altar while I'm neat. Only the right eye out of the ocular cord seems to be thinly open, but the demonic eye stone has not been able to obtain normal vision, so the essence, the expression of Echtorjeue, is not visible.

However, Echtorjee's tongue moves smoothly without the appearance of being particularly concerned about such a hajime. Hajime appeared to have taken care of herself after she died, crushing the back of a single reversal and exposing herself to something unusual.

"Sure, if I were you a thousand years ago, or maybe I would have been destroyed. But in the meantime, the secret trick of converting faith into power for soul sublimation continued? Naturally, it also increases the character of existence. However, not to the extent of anything such as the concept of human creation. Besides, I have the flesh of this bloodsucking princess now. It is a barrier to the protection of the soul from which man's flesh itself is rooted."

……

Hajime artifacts scattered all around him completely vanished. Carefully, they wiped it out altogether, even to the earlier crushed Shragen AA and Cross Velt artifacts, bullet casings and grenade fragments.

I suppose you intend to thoroughly despair. Most importantly, Hajime doesn't make it faint while lying there like he's already dead... but it's probably just a consolation to see what's fine.

"I wasn't sure I was going to be okay with this, so I wasn't going to eat it. Therefore, I became a little anxious. This is a feat. Making God feel agitated, etc. Proud, Irregular."

……

Galli and Echtorjee's feet were rolling down "Treasure Library II". And I deliberately stepped through making noises all at once. The light leaks from where you stepped on it. After all, I guess I'm letting it disappear without leaving any dust.

Now the only artifact Hajime possesses is the Demon Eye Stone. What are the pale crystal eyes peeking through the thin open eye lid reflecting? Even without normal vision, naturally the presence or flow of magic can be discerned, so it should have seemed that the partner artifacts would disappear.

But Hajime's expression doesn't move even in front of that sight as if to imply that one important thing will be lost again. There is already no divine water effect, losing his left arm, crushing his right hand, beating him to the point of his gut, carving lacerations all over his body and not even moving with Pickle seems to be dead or giving up everything and despairing.

At least that's what it seemed like when Echtrjuje finally broke Hajime's heart and fell into the abyss of despair. Let's distort the expression like a demon who makes it present to corrupt people.

And Echtorjee, who walked up to the sight of Hajime, broke his knee in front of him and roughly clapped his hands as he matched Hajime with the height of his gaze.

"-"

At that moment, the debris of the light star wore both legs of the hajime. The femur is crushed. Literally, I got a wind hole.

Taking away yet another Hajime's resistance, Echtorjeue gently added its sweet, beautiful fingertips to Hajime's jaw. And make him look up, with or without it.

To a hajime with thin, left eyes open, Echtorjeue smiled glossy and brought his face closer as if even to mouth. And he whispered with a sweet, unpleasant, heedlessly sticky voice in Hajime's ear as he snuggled in the form of a half hug when he changed course in front of his lips as he shrugged.

"I'll destroy everything that's important to you. Let your companions, your fellow countrymen and your hometown families, who have stepped into [the Divine Realm] together, and continue to resist on earth, all step on, whine, and raise their snorts."

……

Hajime does not answer. Just straight, staring somewhere with a demonic eye, and I can't even see the emotional revelation. It really looks like a loose shell, like the mind isn't here.

Echtorjeue looks at the side of such a hazime with a tranced look.

"But don't worry. Only this wonderful blood-sucking princess's body will be treated with care. Because it's my precious vessel, every corner, fully, politely, you know?

They use their beloved woman as good. Hajime reacted to that embarrassing word. Mostly move the crushed right hand, and attach your hand to Echtorjeue, as you seek, and no, to Yue's chest.

"... finally... I found you"

"Hmm?"

Little, little whine. Plus, it was plundering, and I played Echtorjeue, which was close by, and missed asking.

Hajime already exists for Echtorjee. It's a toy that crushed all hope and fell. There was no way I could do anything from here, and therefore I thought that little whine, the last moan, or the pathetic squeal calling for a beloved that no longer existed.

That's how I turn my ear to Hajime's mouth to taste the sweet dew named Despair at the end.

Hajime opened his mouth suddenly. That's a chant that doesn't need to be chanted already if it's supposed to. Now, use Hajime's life as the biggest weapon you've ever connected, the only word to show talent.

"Smelt."

For a moment, I was surprised at one eye and tried to ask "what," Echtorjeue, but it didn't come true.

Because

"- Gah, gah!?

Suddenly, because countless blades popped out of Echtorjeue's chest.

Blood-wet metal blade that eats and breaks meat from the inside and grows like a sword mountain. It popped out of everywhere in the body instantly as well as from the chest, and even healed with adjacent metals mediated by pieces of metal gathered from somewhere, tragically restraining Echtorjee's body.

Echtorjee's thought also pauses due to the anomaly of a blade popping out of the inside of his body. By then, this unintended blow after being sure of the victory was shocking.

On the blade that breaks through the body, a piece of metal that emerges from somewhere physically inhibits the movement of Echtorje along with a deep red spark, and the elements of the sealing stone that appear to be in the metal prevent the exercise of magic, and furthermore the anomaly itself stops the thought. The resulting gap is only a few seconds.

But it's worth a thousand dollars. This is the real battlefield that Hajime was waiting for and after.

"" Smelt! "

Once again, shout out your talent.

Just magic to process metal. Right now, the only metal on this scene is a blade that at first glance pops out of Echtorjeue's body. "There's no way we can do something about someone who doesn't even have teeth.

But the shattered right hand of the hajime - the place it was accompanied by moved forcefully while shattered by direct manipulation of the magic... its own belly.

Shortly afterwards, a bloodwet blade popped out of Hajime's belly at the same time as the deep red spark burst.

"- Huh!?

Echtorjee glances. That's not because Hajime had a metal mass hidden in his stomach, or because it's been breaking through his belly.

Because I felt an unusual sign of being put in that popped blade. My spine pops and my instincts howl and alarm. That's the same indisputably I felt earlier - a sign of conceptual magic.

In the world of moments, Echtorjee tries to use heaven in an aggressive manner. However, a flock of fine blades scratching inside the body (blood vessels) interrupts the exercise of thought and magic and even delays automatic regeneration. Furthermore, at some point the metal shackles sewing both legs prevent them from jumping physically away.

The comma gap that exposed me that way was enough to get Hajime's blade delivered. It was hard to tell wet in the blood, but the little knife, like a toy containing a divine crystal, protruded with a deep red light around its clear body… And as it aimed, it was implanted in the body of Echtorjew with a zubble.

As soon as possible, swollen deep red magic. Its center is the body of Echtorjeue. What echoed at the same time was the screaming of Echtorjeue.

"Haaaaaaaa!!?

It just sounds like a scream of impatience and anguish that can't have been stabbed with a small knife. Eliminate the blade that jumps out of your body with platinum light to release the restraint, and hold your head and get bored as you flutter and retreat.

Echtorjee's body is dokung, dokung! and began to pulse.

That's waking wolf smoke. A cry of will raised by the original bearer of a stuffy flesh.

"Stupid, the blood-sucking princess should have completely vanished!

Indeed, he felt his soul disappearing. Echtorjee screams open doubts as well as confusion as he distorts his face into the running stream of forces trying to push himself away from swelling from within.

It was Hajime who answered that. A body that can't even get up yet, yet has a fierce grin on its mouth.

"Yue was better at one, that's all, isn't it?

"Eh."

I guess in that word. That is, Yue's disappearance was a measure that Yue himself made look like. He tried his best, made it look like he disappeared, and hid his soul and dived deep into his body.

Someday, believe me, help will come.

Maybe the scream Echtorjeue heard was also an act.

"But why!?

Stuffed, he finally unconsciously whines about the unspoken question of Echtorjeue kneeling and holding his head.

In contrast, Hajime answered as he protruded his right hand and released Spark.

"The bullet of the God Killer shakes your soul and awakens Yue's soul." The Blade of the Blood Alliance will cut off your delusions and empower Yue. "

"What the hell - no way"

For a moment, he was Echtorjeuje, who almost leaked a word of confusion when he didn't know what it meant, but immediately became a hazy expression that he seemed to understand.

Seeing it, Hajime's mouth catches even more.

Conceptual Magic "God Killer" - It is a magic that extinguishes only souls with a divine nature without affecting Yue's flesh. But Hajime did not trust this power given to her by Milady, as she advised.

Therefore, it was decided to use only that characteristic for the purpose of aiding the true trump card. That is, far from being fatally wounded, Echtorjee's soul awakens Yue by poking a gap that is not small affected, giving Yue even more of a gap that she herself wields.

And the other is to make a clear distinction between Echtorjee and Yue's soul spirit for the second blade (the real trump card). The right eye of the devil's eye was opened thinly to confirm it. The word "found", whimpering small, meant that it captured the soul of Yue, who was lurking deep inside him.

Artifact [Blood Alliance Blade "Brute Fair Ljesvier"] - The concept attached to it, which Hajime had hidden in his stomach in a round ore state, [You, forbid to touch (don't touch my woman)], i.e., the prohibition of interference with Yue's soul spirit and the concept magic that cuts off interference already there.

The difficulty lies in the fact that if you don't hit Yue's soul directly, you won't show the truth. Therefore, Hajime had to definitively hit the "God Killer" at all costs, so he struggled a lot...

Anyway, this allows Yue's soul spirit, completely detached from the influence of Echtorje, to wield its full strength in a state as if it had been protected by barriers. Moreover, this [Blade of the Blood Alliance] contained plenty of Hajime blood by purposefully digging trenches all over itself and using the capillary phenomenon.

Yue's Skills - The "Blood Alliance Contract" that greatly increases the effect of blood suction from the only person you have defined. It strengthens Yue's soul spirit directly through the [Blood Alliance Blade "Brute Fair Rezvier"]!

"You mean you were after this from the beginning!?

"If you can push it through with overwhelming quantities, that's good. But what's at stake is my beloved's life. Would it be natural to have a second or third hand?

The power of Yue's soul increasing momentarily and powerfully. I go wild trying to kick foreign objects out of me. This is my body, and the only thing I can touch is Hajime. The swirling platinum magic turns its radiance to gold so that it blinks, and the pulse strikes the soul of Echtorjee as it shows its will.

Echtorjeue hallucinated. Open your eyes and see the beautiful blood-sucking princess shoot herself through with her deep red eyes. His eyes were filled with tremendous trust in his beloved partner, and he eloquently told me that he was now waiting for this moment.

That is, both Yue and Hajime had the same thoughts. That we were uncommunicating and understanding each other what to do.

Echtorjeue thinks. That's when I missed Hajime after the resistance of what took over Yue's body, from then on, I thought maybe I was dancing on the palm of my hand in the name of the bond between the two of them.

Humiliation to awesomeness and unspeakable discomfort stifle the spirit of Echtorjee. Echtorjeue shouted as its wild heart.

"Don't lick me, bloodsucking princess. This flesh belongs to me! I won't leave you worried about your hindsight! Your soul, now it's time to twist it. You're next, Irregular! Ha, in front of my powers such as this degree of conception -"

In fact, even in the wake of the [Blood Alliance blade 'Brute Fair Ljesvier'], the controversy over the initiative of the flesh by Echtorjee and Yue's soul spirits was antagonistic. By then, the soul of God, elevated by the secret moves of faith heart conversion, must be immense.

But...

"Yes, you will."

The words of Echtorjee were blocked by only one word. By a mild voice that sounds like it was predicted.

"- What, to?

Echtorjeue's eyes open wide. That's not because they blocked the words.

At the end of his gaze, because there was a figure of a hajime shivering his right hand toward Echtorjee while keeping his back on the chick platform.

And it's hard to believe, because what you don't want to believe is that from the bullet in its hand - there were signs of new conceptual magic.

Where the hell did you get it out of? From the fact that it is bloody wet, it may still have been hidden in the body.

"Yes, now, that stuff! No artifacts!

Echtorje, unable to take physical movement due to the stiffness of his soul with Yue, exclaimed to mock him even as he seeped through his impatience.

Sure, you can't release a bullet without a donner or shrug. Since Hajime's leg is worn and he hasn't recovered yet, he shouldn't be able to tap directly into it.

But I know a hundred things about that.

Hajime casts his best magic three times.

"Smelt."

Clean red spreads. It expands into the surrounding space, gradually darkening the colours and turning into deep reds. At the same time, the sparkling wind gathered in his hand holding the projecting bullet. It gradually shapes something small.

"... metal powder, you say?

Echtorjeue groaning. The grunt is entirely correct.

"It took at least three steps to ensure (...) that Yue was regained.... I thought I told you. To make sure."

"No way, in the middle of that battle... then aim for this from the start too..."

Why did you use the instant battle so much until you used up a time-lagged weapon called a grenade or something in it? Why were the Cross Velts and Grimreapers also scattered in explosions when attacked by the slaughter lineage? What was the metal that popped out of Echtorjeue's body?

That's the answer - metal particles.

Metal particles so finely broken down by smelting that they danced invisibly into the universe were packed into all grenades and cross velts, as well as grim reapers, to explode and disperse throughout the space. Some of them had grenades with only metal particles in them, and some of the great eagle-shaped grim reapers had been spraying particles all along.

During that battle, Hajime moved on to the second plan when he perceived that he could not be pushed down in a quantitative battle, and furthermore caused him to shoot down over the head of Echtrjew (...) when Cross Velt confirmed that Echtrjew had inhaled the scattered particles and had not noticed them.

That is, just to hit the only trump card, the "God Killer," let him think that he is fighting in a madness of death, spraying the surrounding area with metal particles that are the ingredients of his fruit, smelting, and attacking and restraining Echtorjee from within his body.

And the reason we were able to collect and smelt a wide range of metals in a smelting that we shouldn't have been able to use if we hadn't touched it is the final derivation of smelting "cluster smelting". One of two obtained simultaneously with the ultimate "imaginary composition" of arousal in that Demon King's Castle.

The effect is simple. You can collect and smell the surrounding metal without touching it, that's all. It is plain enough for a common profession.

But what happens if it acts on the metal captured in your body? The lungs and stomachs of Echtorjew, which inhaled plenty of metals dancing through the universe, would have been coated with sawdust metal particles.

And restraint by that prosthetic hand. Liquid dissolved with metal particles was also poured from the spike that popped out to secure it and pierced it into Echtorujeu. It is self-evident that if it becomes a fragment while it is flowing through the blood, it will be rattled from the inside out.

"I was overwhelmed in a quantitative battle. Showed off differences in character in melee. I let him cut the trump card and went over it. I completely crushed all the bills (artifacts). So..."

- I thought you won.

The mouth of Hajime's devil torn in the third moon proves that the word is true in Echtorjee's speculation. Because I was convinced of the victory, because I was overwhelmed by the trump card, and because I was convinced that I was overwhelming against Hajime, I was so close to defenselessness by then. We made a gap, convinced of our victory.

That's what I was really after, being poked at and taught that I'd been hitting the fabric all the way through that breath-taking battle, and the spirit of Echtorjew sways at the lack of forgiveness of rattling my lover's body from the inside out, even though it's taken over. Not because the blood-sucking princess is relentlessly poking at the upset.

While Echtrjuje was disturbed and conscious of Yue's offense, at last, particles of concentrated metal became tiny single-shot guns in shape. Small and simple making unlike donners and shrugs.

Now, the bullet put in is a deadly fang.

Hajime's shattered fingers move forcefully with magic manipulation and hang on to the trigger.

Echtorjeue tries to move, or metastasize, while extinguishing the blades and the shackles of entangling metal that have popped out of his body while roaring. But as soon as it does, the pulse becomes more intense, inhibiting all of it. It has stopped activation until autoplay.

It's like covering Hajime's blow.

I'm sure that's not my fault.

The bloody hajime sparked a gun like a little delinger with a deep red thunder, still laughing invincibly.

And

"I'll have it back. She's all mine, even a drop of blood, a strand of hair, a piece of soul."

Red flashes pierced the echtorjew screaming in desperate shape.

It was the artifact that was unleashed [Blood League bullet Pruitt Fair Brett]. The embedded concept is [put the spinning bond (without you) in this hand (no)] - a conceptual magic that resonates the souls of Yue and Hajime, the mutual souls they seek, explosively strengthens Yue's soul spirit, and forces them to peel off the bonds of foreign objects (souls) that nest in their bodies, while at the same time inflicting tremendous pain that directly sears their nerves.

"- Huh!!

A cry without a voice. Is it fulfilled, the scream raised by Echtorjee, or the mood for rift raised by Yue?

Shortly after, the golden light exploded.

That is a much brighter and warmer color than platinum and so on until earlier. Illuminate to envelop the hajime, letting it hang up beyond anything you can do. Undisputed beloved light.

In the running of light, a shadowy thing blew away from Yue's body.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes opened softly to wake up. Vibrant red balls capture their favorites upright.

And he smiled as the buds blossomed in full bloom, or as the sun blew out the dark clouds and peered into his face, sparkling and swinging.

Yue's body floats flutteringly.

Blood wet, but such is more of a boost to her luster. What kind of words should I use to describe the appearance of spreading my hands and jumping in loose, as if I were carrying an adult charm, fluffing rich golden threads, welcoming them in, or welcoming them?

Looks like a goddess - it seems so cliché that there's nothing I can do about words like that.

Hajime stretched out her arms to fulfill her lover's wishes while gently narrowing her eyes, just with an even loving look.

Yue jumps in there. Without making you feel weighty or anything at all, drop your hips over the hazy as if you were serious, and rub your face straight on your chest. The spinning arm finally restrained Hajime, silently, as if he was complaining about wanting to blend into one.

Hajime also turns one arm and hugs Yue. I don't have much hair compared to the heartache I had when I was away from her, such as pain in my arm or stomach.

Eventually, Yue raised the face he was burying on his chest. Those eyes moisten as loud as they reveal the emotions that engulf them, and the exhalation that leaks out of poor peachy lips is so hot that it seems to burn.

Hajime gave the word with a loving voice as he put his hand on Yue's cheek, softly stained with roses.

"I'm here to pick you up, my bloodsucking princess."

"... I believed you. My demon king."

Zero tickles and smiles at each other's jokingly called names.

The mouthfeel was natural. A gentle mouthfeel that just touches each other, but with the utmost thought. It's adorable that it tastes like blood. Yue's little tongue licks the blood paste on Tyroli and Hajime's lips.

And, at that time, an enormous stream of light struck me with a tremendous killing to tear the two of us apart again in harmony.

Dauntingly, Yue stuck her hand out as she only looked back at her half. A barrier of light stretched out in an instant.

There, the shelling of light strikes directly with the kind of impact that drove the space.

"...... eh"

Yue leaked his voice slightly. I get stuck with my eyebrow roots.

Sometimes Yue herself, when driving out the soul of Echtorjee, was quite depleted, but more than that, the shelling was powerful enough to make Yue's barriers sweep through space.

There is no leeway left to use divine magic. Hajime can't move while he's full of creativity.

Hence no retreat. With that will "Yue, who keeps putting up holy extinction, and Hajime, who leans in. There, a cursed word echoed that conceived madness.

'Kill, kill, kill, I'll kill you, Irregular!

Beyond the barrier, the origin of the artillery fire of light. There floated a human form made of light itself. The head and thought place of its floating light man-shape, distorted as its mouth reveals anger.

Even a blurry figure understands it well. Whether the voices are different or colored with anger, its seeping inferiority is unmistakable.

The lump of light was undoubtedly Echtorjeue.