Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

Heavy gunfire echoed, in one room of a building, confirming his smartphone with the look of an old man messing with his romance grey hair chewing up a bitter bug.

"No. Again, it's jammed. What about the others?

"No, you can't. The comms aren't responding either."

"This one too...... President"

A black man wearing black clothes and a pistol in his hand shakes his neck to the side and answers. As the saying goes, the Romance Grey man was the president of the United States. He was attacked by terrorists on the upper floor of a certain skyscraper where he went on secret business and managed to escape with the decisive actions of the Secret Service.

But escape from the building itself didn't materialize, communication was cut off, and this is how they lurk themselves in one of the rooms. Dozens of fully armed terrorists have been targeted. It was clear that it was only a matter of time before their fate ran out, beyond what could be expected of reinforcements.

President. - Arturd Schranernagger was feeling the sound of Reapers crawling from behind him.

"... I can't see the presence of the informant, but before that, our lives are about to run out."

"Such a thing..."

"But we'll run out of ammunition, too. Well done. George, Chris, Bacchus, Keith, Neil, Hank... you've protected me so well so far. I'm proud to fight you at the end of the day."

"Mr. President... we are honored"

Laughing calmly, to the president offering one hand, a secret-service man called George gave him a spare gun instead of a handshake. Because that's what Arturd's eyes demanded.

As the word goes, I guess you're going to fight to the end. It is not a foot clump because it is an ex-commando and nearly fifty years old and still enough to cover his body with muscle armor. In fact, he was once known as the "One Who Ends" and so on, and was a man who built numerous legends. It's impossible to be killed sitting down.

Artrudo and George nod at each other. And shortly afterwards, "Huh," he raised his anguished voice, and Bacchus hit more and more from the other side of the door back into the room. If you look, you are bleeding severely from your abdomen and shoulders. Furthermore, Neil, who was responsible for Keith, came in with the vice of "damn". Keith also appears to have been shot in the abdomen and is already unconscious.

The front line, which was stopping armed groups coming from the back of the hallway outside the room, collapsed. At that next moment, a cons made a mild noise and a black object was thrown into the room.

Mr. President, stay down.

"Eh."

Throw yourself out so that George can cover himself with the president. Chris tries to cover himself further and shield himself.

In a moment, the room was ravaged by violent light and explosions. Whether your body has been blown away or you feel floating, at the same time clogging your breath with shocks from under your body (...).

"Ho ho, ho ho?

"Gu, huh? Alive?"

"What? Hey, what's up?

The grenades thrown in at close range were supposed to have exploded, but he raised his face as the Arturds looked surprised at the current state of normal life just because he felt a dull shock and explosion. And now it's time to look.

"Heh, the room is changing?

Yes, as the saying goes, there was a different sight in Arturdo's eyes, both in the room ravaged by the explosion and, on the contrary, in the room he was in earlier.

Suddenly, a cool voice is called out to them.

"Good. Looks like you made it."

"Oh, come on, you..."

If the surprised Arturd looked back, there was an even more unrealistic sight there.

An oriental woman who can carry a black-painted sword in a pristine position, whilst shuddering her beautiful black hair into a ponytail in the windows - not to mention the Yae Oak Shizuku person. (However, eyeglass equipment for recognition inhibition ver)

"Let me slash the ceiling directly and drop it downstairs. It was an abusive way, but an emergency death, forgive me, would you?

"Ah, oh. Huh? No, did you slash the ceiling?

"Oh, come on, you're lying, aren't you?

Artrudo gets confused and George looks up over his head and complains. There was, indeed, a ceiling cut into triangles. If we look at our feet in a hurry, there's a fallen floor there, and if we look further, it's falling into this room downstairs to Neil and the others, who were a little further away.

"What the hell are you..."

"Sorry, we don't have time for explanations. Go to the corner of the room now."

In a strong tone without saying yes or no, I am pressured to be president. but at the same time, the hunch that it's not good to be here pushes his back and moves to the corner of the room while dragging Neil and the others with him. Is the speed of judgment such as boulders, the top of a country and its escorts?

Shortly afterwards, several men, masked from a perforated ceiling, peered. Then, watching Shizukuishi grinning nicely, he glances for a moment, pointing right at the gunpoint. but before that trigger is pulled,

- Draw the knife. - Flash.

I don't see any hands to pull out. I can't even see my body. Just a small grunt and at the same time a right hand gripping Shizuku pattern was sumptuous. The result, however, was shown in the form of a clear event - the collapse of the ceiling.

With the roar, the terrorists who have stepped into the room fall with the ceiling. There was no way they could land properly or anything, and the terrorists, who rolled unnecessarily, heard a creepy sound of chin the next moment and let their consciousness fall straight into the darkness.

"Mr. President. I know full of questions and how you feel about me being frigid, but trust me if you want to live. I'll protect you."

……

Insanity is too much. Is this real? Isn't the beautiful woman who showed up in front of you, in fact, the incarnation of the devil, demanding a huge consideration instead of helping? Running around when thoughts go around like that. but I don't have a choice. Now, if we look only at the facts that have happened, we have certainly been saved, regardless of the unlikely phenomenon.

Then,

"Okay. I'll do what you say."

"It's an English break. Let's give these to you."

Shizuku cuts words on the way. I heard a lot of footsteps in the hallway.

"Mr. President, let them take this drug."

Shizukuishi throws the magic healing medicine removed from the treasure trove to Arturdo. Artrud opened his mouth to say something, but before that, a bullet stormed through the door inside the room.

So, what you hear is a hard sound called giggle giggle giggle. Arturd and his jaws are falling off like a joke. I can't help it. Anyway, countless, beautiful curves are drawn in the universe, and the remnants of the bullets are scattered around them.

God speed serial knife extraction technique. At first glance, with a knifed knife, it just looks like it's standing, but if you look closely, Shizuku's right hand is sumptuous. That is the sign that even now, at this moment, the little debris that strikes beyond the speed of sound, is being slashed to pieces.

You don't understand the anomalies that are happening in the room, but still, the terrorists, who seem to be sensing signs that the target is alive, try to break through the door and break in.

but the moment, Shizukuishi pulled a large knife out. I don't immediately nab the knife as before, but I see a properly shaken black knife sashimi.

That way, what you hear from the other side of the door is a falling sound called throbbing.

- Yae Oak Knife Technique/Black Knife Shape Depth "Extreme/Collapse"

Ignore any obstacles along the way and slash only the target. That, too, is physical and conscious. I can't take the option of defending Shizuku's swordsmanship now. Those who cannot be avoided will be torn apart only by the blow that Shizuku desires.

Shizukuishi, with her eyes closed softly, explores the signs as she meditates. Seven signs were captured in the same hierarchy.

"-" Flying Out and Down "

The tone of the ringing bell razor again. Vertically and horizontally, the invisible sword flashes cut off the consciousness of the terrorists who were lurking through any obstacle. They would have felt it. The feeling of a cold blade stroking the inside of your body on the verge of a breakdown in consciousness. And you'll be visionary. The sight of your body being cut off.

"President. All raiders in this hierarchy have taken control. You won't wake up for a few days, so even when you have time, let someone arrest you. What are you doing! If you don't get him drugged soon, he'll really die! Come on, Boo, so move it, move it!

"A, hi"

A missed response between moments in the president. Artrud gave Keith and the others the healing pills in a mechanical motion, with a frightened look on his face. That would stop the bleeding instantly and make Keith and the others look visibly better. All I get is a dry grin anymore.

"So shall we go? I'll keep directing you to the ground floor. Now that there are terrorist acts against this country everywhere, please get him back to the White House soon."

"A, hi. Domo, Aligato"

Once upon a time, the man at the top of this country, called "the man to end" or a former commando, seems to have become just a yes-man.

Thereafter, Shizuku succeeded in sending the Arturds safely to the White House, annihilated by a slaughter that penetrated the walls and the loss of will and binta caused by the slashing, kicking, binta, and bullet slashing of Shizuku who stormed through the walls.

Needless to say, the face of the surviving secret services of Georges and the rest of them, including Arturdo, have made it possible for the brunette Samurai Girl to be the subject of discussion not only in the White House, but throughout the world through the media.

Shizuku is crunching the terrorists who attack the president at the same time, at an airport.

That airport, like several other airports, had been bombed as a terrorist target, and the scene had been turned into a hell of a picture of the snort cry. Fire explodes everywhere, cries out, and rescue teams are dying and trying to rescue people who have been buried alive under the rubble with madness.

There was nothing but despair. Everyone understood that there was no piece of salvation or anything else, and that the interior of the collapsed airport was spreading a hell of a lot that they didn't want to describe in words other than misery.

"Oh, shit..."

A rescue team youth vomited viciousness with a crying face while desperately providing first-aid for a severely injured toddler in front of him. I can't stop bleeding. Thousands of severed arms, deep flank wounds... no matter how much hemostasis you do, the blood won't stop. And the blood spilling out was the life of that young child as it was, with a dead minister already floating on his face.

I can't help you. Such emotions beat from within the youth. In the vortex of tragedy as if this hell had manifested itself, the youth were too helpless. What did I join the rescue team for? Even those thoughts go through the back of my brain.

"Anyone, somebody, help me. I need you to help her."

So to myself, only my hands keep moving exactly as I trained them. But reality mocks the fruits of youth efforts. Now, in front of the youth, the little light of life went out.

Stop your hand, quietly iterating young man. I know in my head that's not the case. Apart from the lives that have now been scattered, there are many who are waiting for help. Still, there was no force in the limbs.

The youth, looking up to heaven, potpourring with expressions and voices that seemed to be prayers, hatred, prayer, escape from reality,

"... God... please. If you are hearing this voice, help me..."

Mumbled.

At that moment,

A pure white light poured down from heaven. Powerful as a flash, but soft and gentle as a moonlight. Such a light suddenly, without any foretaste, poured down to cover the entire airport.

And right after everyone looked to heaven for something,

"Become, Ku, the airport, it's disappearing!

"Hey, what the hell, that!?

"What!? What's happening!?

People shouted at each other. With fingers pointed and stunned, half-panic and gazing ahead, there was indeed an anomaly where, as the saying goes, the collapsed airport disappeared sarcastically from the top as if it were also weathered rapidly.

A large mass of debris touching pure white light disappears even though it has no effect on those around it.

"Oh, hey, that!

"People? No, but float... I mean, wings?

Someone noticed a shadow slowly descending from the sky. But can I just call it a person? Even though there is not a parachute, but the fact that it comes down loose from the sky is an anomaly in itself, even the white wings can be seen in its shadow.

When people are suddenly losing themselves to the mountains of rubble that disappear and to the shadows with wings that descend from heaven,

"- Blessed winds to the universal Son, etc. and the light of salvation that pays for disaster. -" The power of the heavens. "

With a bell-ringing voice, such a eulogy wooded. Shortly afterwards, each and every one is wrapped in pure white light. For no reason, feelings of relief and joy gush up in people's minds. For no reason, I understand. They say they are now saved by a great existence.

"Oh, my God..."

A young man, in tears, turned to a child whose gaze had passed away.

There was a miracle there.

The flank wound heals instantly as if the missing arm is also playing backwards. The floating expression of the Dead Minister had turned into a bloody serene one.

Nowadays, from the rubble site, which disappeared completely, the people who had been buried alive while falling showed themselves, still surrounded by pure white light and healed to the satisfaction of the five bodies.

Airport site filled with miracle light. People weep with great impulses that are difficult to express or contain themselves.

Eventually, when all the wounded were healed, the shadows above disappeared softly from each of those spaces as they rippled through the space.

"Dear Angel..."

"Thank God"

Those who were left behind offered their gratitude, with unstoppable tears, in words or in their hearts, to the angel who performed the miracle and to God who would have sent it.

... In fact, that God is a man called the Demon King of God Killer, etc., and angels are not such a Demon King mistress, etc.... No one would ever dream of it.

Angel-like incense weaves then flew around the areas targeted by terrorism, healing people from one end to the other.

Through the Internet, certain footage was broadcast in real time to the entire world. The location shown in the footage was a large room painted white with paint, with little children kneeling behind the room covered with cloth from their heads. Will there be nearly forty people?

Around him are terrorists with rifles on their masks, with ruthless eyes on frightened children.

Against the backdrop of such children and armed groups, one terrorist was speaking in a smooth tone in front of the camera. It's a joke to hear. What about the vested interests of the great powers, what about the God we believe in, what about releasing our fellow citizens who are unjustly detained, what we dare to do at the same time as sanctions that do not acknowledge our claims, or withdraw our garrisoned armies?

And people say, "This isn't dodgy, is it?," he began to distrust, and before government officials were biting at the fact that his country's children were about to be publicly executed, the terrorist man ordered his men to bring one of his children in front of the camera.

"All the culpability rituals that will take place are a testament to your sins. Carved on the chest. Stupid people."

A terrorist man hit a large knife on the neck of a child he had made to kneel. Once pulled, there will be a tragedy in front of the camera that is not enough for the word miserable.

The public accidentally covers their eyes and screams "stop" while government officials know it's pointless. You're guessing it, and you're delighted that you can't do anything about it, the terrorist man lets his cloudy eyes glow darkly, putting his strength into his knife-shaking hand,

"Come on, say no..."

"By the way, sooo!!

A man blew it up. Eat a jumping knee pad on the side of the head of a beauty with pale blue and gray hair who jumped in from the wall of the crushed room with the roar. with a cone rub.

The terrorist man, who made a vivid noise called Dogshah and was slammed against the opposite wall, is bickering, bickering and spasmodic with drooling blood from his eyes, nose, ears and mouth.

The general public and government officials felt the same way. i.e., "What happened!?".

"Heck, both criminals. This lovely rabbit sister will do one for you. How about you be ready!?

At that moment, a shark emerges from the head of a beautiful woman with pale blue and white hair, and at the same time, a giant gavel appearing in the void winds up with a wave.

The shock caused the camera to appear to have collapsed patchoulically, resulting in obscure footage of an overthrow...

"Gino Aya"

"Bubura"

"Oops."

"Kuppe."

The shock sounds rang with the screaming noise I said, and the fact that the masked man showed up with his white eyes peeled in front of Gotri's camera made the people watching the broadcast guess. Earlier, a bunny beauty was beating the terrorists down with that giant hammer.

Eventually, when no sound was heard, the white-eyed terrorist who was arraying in front of the camera blew away with tremendous momentum, exposing instead the white supple footprint.

"Eh, I think you're probably asking this, if you're a government official? I dare you, all the criminals in this stronghold have been busted, so please protect the children quickly. Please don't."

One last word like that, the broadcast is interrupted.

Those who watched the broadcast were all stunned, "What was it?" and leaked a grunt.

A few minutes later, from somewhere else, against the backdrop of the children held hostage by another terrorist in the same way, I uttered the doctrinal assertion, "We are ~," but "Yikes!!," the rabbit beauty still jumped in and ravaged the scene.

That lasted three more times...... government officials who identified the location were to twist their necks in a grand way. All in all, because given that each base is more than a hundred kilometres away, and that it is a real-time broadcast, there was no way the same person could have rushed along, no matter what you think.

"Who the hell is she..."

That was the honest feeling of all those who watched the terrorists broadcast.