Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

off the east coast of the United States.

There was a large freighter docked there. On an unregistered freighter, the Coast Guard immediately rushed for a call, but there was no response. A guard that keeps calling for a while, but not once, but only now, exactly, the guard was about to get on board.

At that time, several people appeared on the deck of the freighter. The guard stops moving unexpectedly and calls on the men. However, the man did not react in any way and took away at once the sheets that had been covered in the cargo that had been placed on the deck.

"Oh, those guys, are you insane!?

One of the guards throws up evil as he fades. That should be it, too. It was the missile launching pad that came out of the back of the removed seat. And, at the same time, the men - the terrorists - have taken themselves off the deck. In its hands is a weapon that the guards are also familiar with.

"Oh, back off."

It was at the same time that the captain of the guard screamed and the trigger was pulled simultaneously. An awesome burst sounds continuously, and a rifle-ready grenade launcher along with the dumb sound of Posh is relentlessly shot into the guard's ship.

Several people were hit and fell on the guard ship screaming. Then, the ship's cabin explodes into flames.

Naturally, there will be a response from another guard ship, but we can't even come closer to an attack from a terrorist more intense than we imagined. Call the military for backup, but fulfill it, and see if they can make it before the missiles directed at that city are released...

"Damn it, stop it. Stop it."

Some of the guards scream. Our beloved coastal city is about to be destroyed. Given the range of missiles, you can aim anywhere in a coastal city. There may be acquaintances, friends, lovers, or family.

But ruthlessly, sounding mechanical actuations, the missile's aim was directed toward the coastal city, and... fired.

From multiple launch platforms, a total of six missiles fly towards the city.

"Oh... my God"

Someone shrugged in a gloomy voice.

At that moment, when it was thought that the missile would cross the coast and fly straight to the center of the city,

Goo!!

And the black flash tore the sky apart. A huge laser, like the one I've only seen in SF, suddenly jumps out of the rear of the freighter.

When the black laser swallowed the missiles at the right end in an instant, it was swallowed away by the horizontal giraffe as it was, causing all missiles to disappear.

The same is true of the guards and terrorists who are stunned by the rest of the events. They turned their gaze to the flying rear of the laser in a machine-like motion that they forgot to anoint with giggly oil, as if shown together.

Then, at the end of that gaze, the sea begins to thrive like a mountain. That's how I emerged from it...

"GO, GOZIRA!!

It was a dragonized tio. It is definitely not Goji O. but it is a beauty that I could only have thought so. Longitudinally cracked dragon eyes and glossy pitch-black scales. Sharp fangs lined up sloppily. Such a monster appeared as it raised the sea!

Tio, as he jumped up with his wings spread open, descended in pursuit of the terrorists who were pocan with their mouths open. Then, ignoring them screaming, they poke their sharp nails into the hull of the freighter and lift them all at once.

Screaming, the terrorists releasing rifles and grenades toward Tio. I have an experience that, in a way, is too precious to fight monsters, but I am exposed to a look of fear for the fact that I cannot scratch one.

"Both fools. Chill your head a little."

Suddenly, the moment I thought a voice had descended from the sky that made me even feel majestic, the hull was thrown in momentum. The freighter falls to the shore scattering the terrorists like a freak from the deck. With the roar, the hull broke in two.

"Well, the guards will want to hear about it, and I'll give you guys a break."

Voices poured down again, and for a moment, thunder fell from the void of nothing onto the freighter. Boom and lightning ravage the coast. The terrorists who were inside the freighter will be massively electrically shocked and knocked down without one exception.

Immediately after that, a slight sound sounded. That's like the sound of an aircraft making a flight. If Tio looks back, he can see one large missile flying in.

As a matter of fact, further offshore, ships with long-range missiles were standing by. Coastal freighters also responded to urban attacks.

"Warm. Destroy them all."

Such an attack does not even fall within the attack. Tio, who declared so, opened Gapari and Jaw Gate. The light of black doom that concentrates there.

Shortly after, a second dragon roar was unleashed. The brace, which reached the missile in an instant, extinguished the missile without even causing an explosion and struck directly at the ship, which was dozens more kilometres away.

On the verge of Brace landing, the terrorists aboard the ship saw a black wall approaching them. We don't even have time to pray to our own God. Immediately after recognizing that an inexplicable black and shining wall was looming, its conscious communities, everything, blew away.

Tio, finished releasing his braces, healed his injuries by exercising regenerative magic, sideways as the guards were losing their hips. Those who are already breathless will be resurrected with soul magic and healed in the same way.

What a disconnect of sights surrounded by black light and blocking my fellow wounds.

In the eyes of the guards, awe began to dwell instead of pure fear.

"Protectors, be strong."

Tio left those words behind and started diving into the sea again.

The guards send salutes, staring wholeheartedly at the great figure. No matter how distant the reality is, no matter how alien the other person is, he was protected, saved, and given an important word. Nobody, nobody stopped saluting Tio until he disappeared.

And with respect and awe, he called the name.

"Thanks, GOZIRA"

A devastated town in a certain country in the Middle East. There were currently U.S. troops stationed there. Not to capture and kill terrorist executives, and for humanitarian aid in neighboring towns.

Normally, this time of the evening should have been crappy with local residents visiting military medical facilities to treat water, food problems, or injuries, even as they were supposed to be on alert to terrorist organization raids, but also twice a day with rations.

But now,

"We need backup from East Gate. Majority injured. Delta and Zeta are going to be isolated."

"Rotate personnel from unit two."

"Enemy tanks appear at the west gate. I'm going to take a heavy fire. Air support."

"Who, three people got hit. Turn the corpsman around."

"South Gate, I won't keep it anymore."

It was filled with the fury of the U.S. soldiers, the terrible shooting noise and the bombing.

The US garrison base in this town is in the midst of a massive terrorist attack.

Using several buildings in the town, the strongholds surrounded by fences and barbed wire, among other things, had been simultaneously invaded from the east, west and north of the town, and several people who had been in line for rations at the time of the raid had already been involved in the death journey.

It was a situation in which the US soldiers, who had painstakingly evacuated those spared from the disaster, were forced to struggle behind them in such a fierce attack that, although the US soldiers responded immediately, they wondered if the greatest forces of the terrorist organization were assembling.

"Damn, I still have backup. Not like this..."

Armand Ashton, the head of this base, waved his fist down with a dong noise on the desk in the command room. Attacks on enemy forces by air strikes are already too close to the base to be possible. It will take twenty minutes as early as possible to get to this town from where there is another divisional size base in the next town. A combat helicopter would be even faster... but without crushing anti-aircraft weapons, it would be too dangerous to provide effective coverage.

By the time backup arrived, could the defense of this stronghold be maintained... Armand blushed in agony and brutally wiped the uncomfortable sweat that conveyed the tip of his jaw.

And, at that time, a tremendous impact sound struck the command room, causing paralysis and dust to fall from the ceiling. Armand, who almost fell by accident, grabbed the desk and stomped, "What happened!?" and raise his anger at the communications officer.

From that radio came communications that deepened Armand's impatience.

"Enemy, we have a large number of drones! The South Gate is currently bombing... '

"Stupid, how far are they gearing up? That information hasn't come up! What was the intelligence department doing!?

To interrupted communications, Armand inadvertently throws up evil, knowing that's not the case. I'll skip the instructions immediately... but everyone in the command room has two letters in their brain: "All destroyed."

Thus, when Armand tries to make a decision, understanding the low likelihood of being able to do so and the danger of losing the righteousness that is causing the army to deploy in exotic lands, he hears an ominous wind-cut sound.

"Eh, officer, get down."

To Armand's aggressive instructions, the soldiers around him dive to the floor with a pale expression. Shortly afterwards, the shock and roar struck Armand and the others. Consciousness is shaken as if it had been put in a mixer and even stirred.

"Gu, who is it, status report?"

Armand's terrible tinnitus and he manages to get up and circle his gaze while holding down his aching forehead. Then, part of the ceiling collapsed and I saw the sight of some of my men being crushed and the sight of the outer wall blowing up and the outside being round.

If you go outside in the fluttering footsteps, you can see numerous black smokes rising from the south gate. And we witnessed enemy tank units push through the streets automobiles and humans as people trample and crush them to do so to bugs.

The south gate has been breached. After all, what happened to the troops that were defending...

"... all personnel, withdraw at the discretion of each unit leader while maintaining the troops whenever possible. Abandon this base. Aim to rendezvous with the Third Battalion, which should be heading this way."

Speaking that way to the comms, Armand smiled bitterly as he watched the countless tanks coming quietly slaughtering everything from across the street. What a powerless and incompetent thing to say to yourself.

And when I saw that the leading tank had directed its turret towards me, precisely where the command room was located, I realized the end of the day.

"... both the devils. I'm incompetent. But not in my country. One day, the hammer of God..."

DOGOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Blocking Armand's last words, a tremendous shock rushed through. A tank struck a shell - not a tank three meters long, but a pitch-black pile pierced it.

"Huh?

A missing voice leaked from an old man named Armand.

Stunning is normal. Tank units of terrorist groups have also stopped moving.

One young man landed staggeringly on that pitch-black pile as the time on the battlefield stopped. He's a young, oriental young man who seems to be everywhere. Unless you stand on a pile skewered with tanks and carry in both hands a huge weapon-like object that humans are not likely to possess in life.

Everyone, as they stopped moving, the youngster - Hajime - opened his mouth with a yakuza look as he held the pilebanker on his shoulder and drooped the Gatling rail gun on his right hand unconstitutionally.

"Well, we're going to ravage it, but do you have the one to surrender? All right, you're not here. Then die."

Still, on a battlefield full of noise with shooting and bombing sounds slamming the tympanic membrane, to that word, which somehow sounded as clear as if it had been spoken over a communications machine, Armand and some of the terrorists said, "Hey, wouldn't you be willing to hear it from the beginning!?" I accidentally put a scratch in my heart... but the next moment, the voice of such a heart blew away.

Literally, with the fact that tank units blow up.

A continuous heavy bass called Dwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwood What it shows is piles of pile bunkers that are fired in tandem and a bunch of red bullets that cut through the sky as if they were meteors.

Six shots per second, a pile weighing twenty tons, with the power of tank cannons looking like toys, crushing one tank after another for each crew inside, turning the Gatling rail gun into a relentless, mere meat mass of the terrorist infantry that was on the other side of it, turning the building into a bollocks in an instant like paper chips.

"Surrender. Stop it."

Some of the terrorists in the tank came out with their hands up. I thought it was the spirit of martyrdom, so honestly, it's surprising. And Hajime, who was told to surrender,

"Huh? What?

I said something like a deaf protagonist coming out of a garge all over the place, and I didn't even hear anything, like, let go of a pilebanker. A tank determines the Baku universe by impact. The man who declared his surrender spread the red stain on its underlay.

"Hey, why is that? I would have asked if there was one to surrender!?

One of the terrorists raised his voice unreasonably in Hajime. Hajime, on the other hand, still doesn't give it back properly...

"I don't negotiate with terrorists. This is international common sense. You didn't know that?

"A declaration of surrender would not be a negotiation!?

Not really, not much to say. But the terrorists couldn't even argue a second time, and with a rail gun sweep, it just came to fruition with flesh pieces.

"Chip, you're like a bug. Only the goodbyes and the numbers are nasty. It's hard."

Hajime, who literally killed a tank unit, also known as the largest terrestrial force of a terrorist organization that broke through the south gate, when he punished the Gatling Rail Gun and Pilebunker, kicked the building wall straight up to the roof and, furthermore, passed the roof to the roof of the tallest building in town.

Armand, who watched the sight with half a laugh,

"... apparently, salvation wasn't God, the devil sent me,"

I shrugged about that.

Hajime unleashed a frightening number of missiles from the rooftop by Agni Orkan, and heard the fire line covering the town sky like a spider's nest, lightly shooting down the drone, followed by a massive explosion from all over the town.

Hajime, who then devastated an army of terrorist organizations that had been invading on a large scale, then played back what was on the ground by letting down the illuminated light that had been granted regenerative magic, a satellite-type artifact that had flown at will in a spacemagically concealed state on orbital satellites. developed so that he could heal his body instantly, even if he was away), was activated on a smartphone to heal the U.S. soldiers.

Armand can no longer but laugh at the fact that his men, who should have died, were brought back to life (those who had long passed could not do so), that Hajime, whose enemy troops returned to light ashes and tortured some of the terrorists to hear something, had left the scene and disappeared like nothing had happened.

When he returned home, his family and colleagues would be greatly disturbed by the fact that he was a devout follower of God but began to be interested in doing it and the devil... that's another story.

Meanwhile, Hajime, who had heard from some of the terrorists who were attacking the town where the executives of terrorist organizations were currently located, had moved to that location.

The place was apparently a suite of luxury hotels in the capital. It would be from the idea that places with many civilians are safer from fear of being attacked by air strikes and so on.

Looks like he rents a whole floor and is based, and given the extravagant troops ahead, he seems to have considerable financial power. The connection around it is also a real concern.

Ignoring the front, Hajime, who transferred directly to the floor, proceeded as he was, unwrought, down the stairs and hallway. Then, the guardman-like men pull out their guns instantly - sinking faster on the floor with a double lariat.

Hajime kicks through the luxurious door with a yakuza kick, confirming that the signs in the room will spoil. As soon as possible, countless bullets are fired in. Hajime, who entered the room slightly, paying for it properly with his left hand,

"You're nothing!?

First of all, he slammed a yakuza kick into the top-like old man of a terrorist organization. It looks like my old man was trying to say something, but I don't know what he's talking about because he stuffed the words. Terrorists are no match for an annual wave that stops by, I guess.

The man around the old man tries to fire at Hajime even more, but the Hajime binta is still overwhelmingly faster. Guardman lost consciousness, either sinking into the floor or plunging into the wall while everyone decided on an artistic aerial twelve spins, poking at the ceiling.

"Well, old man. You're the mastermind of this simultaneous attack, aren't you?

"Gu, ho, you..."

A second yakuza kick burst into Mekyo and his old man's dovetail today. Stepping on an old man who vomits with a scream he can't hear, Hajime treads grizzly as he strikes a chase.

"Well, I don't care if you're the mastermind or not. I'm gonna get you guys some information on the motherfucker who financed it."

"I can't show you! Hajime, who did what he was about to come out of and found the companies and people he was assisting financially, shoved a donner's muzzle at Gori and his old man's forehead.

"Wait, you know what this revolution means? Sakusha by USA -"

"Oh, that's fine with me"

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Something blew the old man's head off as he started talking. The rest of the executives retreat into Hajime's business as if they did not know the word forgiveness itself.

Hajime looked back at such executives as he tonned his shoulders with a donner. The executives, they pay, they prepare whatever women or whatever they want, they beg desperately,

"You know, you guys would have tried to publicly execute my daughter and her friends. I didn't know. You're not gonna get through this, are you? Is that what indiscriminate terrorism is all about? There was a monster in it, trying to push their convenience, indiscriminately. So you die. That's all. You did something stupid, you failed, or something, and you die."

Thus… on this day, one, and the largest, terrorist organization vanished from this world. For once, two or three of the executives were dumped in a U.S. Army garrison in a state of spill-over, and were safely (?) It seemed recovered.

In the living room of the Nagumo family, Hajime and the others enjoyed their tea time while watching TV specials. To say what a special number it is, naturally, about the simultaneous terrorist attacks that took place in the United States the other day and the numerous miracles that took place on that scene.

A host man advances the show with some exciting look and voice.

"Now, that day, there were beings who turned the many tragedies caused by despicable terrorists into miracles in history. Healing numerous casualties with holy light, protecting passenger planes on the verge of crash with golden light, jumping and kicking hostages on the verge of public execution and blowing them with giant hammers, saving the president with one knife... who the hell are they? No, what the hell is it like? Not a secret agent in the country? There seems to be a view that, after all, it doesn't seem like an act that people can do. God's cause! Many of the people who witnessed them say," Keep your mouth shut. "

MC man took plenty of time there,

"They are the goddesses who descended into the world."

Kaori and Shizukuishi rammed onto the table. My ears are dyed bright red. As Hajime was grinning, the show moved to interview footage with the witnesses.

A rescue team young man who was hitting a rescue mission at the bombed airport is answering the interview in an excited manner.

"Huh? What do you think she is? That's settled. It's a goddess. A goddess full of charity. If it's possible, I just want to know the name, but no, I guess that's a lot to fear, too. Whatever, that one, it was too beautiful, noble and warm. How divine of the light that fell on those wounded people. That 's--"

The interview went out on the way. I'm sure it's because he seemed like he'd be talking for hours if I let him go. The screen switches to the MC man.

"You seem so excited! That's not impossible either. It wraps around the white light, has beautiful wings, and pours down a healing light that revives even the dead. It also appeared almost simultaneously at multiple sites that had been damaged by terrorism to protect people in a warm light. In the end, people call the existence of what they don't think is a person by a certain tentative name, but let's certify the name of the show. Come on, everyone in the studio, and let's honor you in front of the TV, such a great being! His name is - Angel of Mercy!

"" "" "Angel of Mercy No!!!

Kaori sank. I squatted with my ears blocked and went into an unseen, unheard posture. Apparently, the limit meter of shame has been shaken out.

With Yue blushing and a sadistic look on his face, he tries to arouse a fragrant weave and make him watch TV. With an earring scented weave and a urrying yue on their asses, Hajime and the others pay attention to the show that moved on to the next introduction.

The next to appear were members of the West Coast Guard. They spoke with a gesture of excitement about how uninterrupted the existence was that saved them and protected the city from missiles.

And say it. Keep your mouth together. That's...

"" "" "It was GOZIRA!!

and.

"Why not!! I don't care where you look from, it's a dragon!? Everybody loves the legend!? Why are you dealing with fictional characters!!

Tio gets up and raises his voice in protest. But the crew in the TV said around the mouth, "Thanks, GOZIRA!" "We don't forget GOZIRA," "GOZIRA, haha," "GOZIRA, Forever," and Tio-GOZIRA.

"Hey, I can't believe you really had GOZIRA! I can't believe that it shows up at the same time as an angel and saves people... the world is too nice! Don't you think so? This is coming, it's definitely coming. GO, ZI, RA boom!!

The MC man's tension is already at its peak. And in anticipation of the boom, Hajime and the tense of sorrow have bought up shares in a company that already sells Goji O goods.

The next interviewee was a military colonel stationed in the Middle East. The colonel replied with a nihil grin to the question of who he thought he was about the existence that had devastated the army of the massive terrorist organization that was raiding them.

"Huh. It's settled, demon - no, it's the Demon King"

Hajime blew out tea. No, they did call me the Demon King, but I can't believe they affirmed that call on Earth... and it attracts cheeks. The colonel in the television spoke enthusiastically about how Hajime was relentless, merciless, unreasonable, overwhelming, and that people were like trash. It was like being obsessed with the devil.

"Whoa, more than that, I have a feeling it's going to be banned from broadcasting somehow, so let's leave this about the interview with the colonel. I'm just curious about his future, though! Well, he's the only one who's defeated an army of terrorist organizations, but it looks like there's a surge in female fans. The footage is all obscure for some reason, and I don't know what he looks like, but it looks like girls from all over the world are hearting that lack of forgiveness. I hear you already have a fan club!

The MC guy said, "I envy you. No!" Tense and shouting, on the contrary, a quiet, just done and cold gaze pierced Hajime. Hajime pretended not to notice, while he put his mouth on tea again,

"But I haven't even lost the popularity from the man! Gays from all over the world seem to have their eyes on their hearts. Woe to you!

"Buho."

Hajime blew out tea. And even though it was a bee, it made a mess of "Onei's throwing kiss. I got a strong wink over the screen that sounded like a batikon and sank it. Make a goofy, painful noise and stick it down the table.

While the three Kaori, Tio and Hajime were undergoing plain damage, the pilot who witnessed Yue made a statement that looked a little awake to Loricon, even blocked by the MC man, or finally the president showed up to treat Shizukuru as a valkyrie, and furthermore exposing in a prank the fact that a dark-haired valkyrie fan club was being created by the escorts of the presidential residence, causing Shizuku to blush greatly.

"No one will know it was us because it was global through the internet... but in the end, the damage will be consumed."

Hajime's, somewhat tired words, the faces of the Nagumo family among the teahouses who saved the world snorted with a bitter laugh.

"Speaking of which, Mu. And then how are things with your friends? At that time, I removed the mu from the perception of the children in the field... because Natalia didn't mess with the perception of the child alone. Doesn't that sound like a problem?

That day, from the children that Mu helped, only the awareness that the blonde-haired girl had exterminated the terrorists was left behind, and measures are in place to forget that it was Mu. I picked up a silver cylindrical artifact. It is the black clothing agent who protects the planet from aliens.

However, with regard to Natalia, no recognition manipulation was carried out because of Mu's wishes and his strong wishes. Natalia herself has also been given an artifact that promises never to speak out about Mu and assumes that if someone tries to do something to Natalia in an attempt to find out about Mu, she will assume her proper deception to be true.

"Yeah, it's no problem. But..."

"But what happened?

"Uh-huh, maybe it's my fault, but I think my eyes are changing to see Na's mu..."

"... in what way?

"It's like, Shea, Mr. Altena when you're looking at your sister..."

"Mu, cut the edge of Na right now"

"Are you okay? Because if I stroke you gently, you'll look satisfied and I'll be right back to my usual Na."

"... right"

Hajime gave me an indescribable look. Shea turns to Mu and says, "Mu, when did you go beyond me..." Mu seems to be steadily climbing the stairs of the undesirable.

"Oh, yeah, Dad. Emile, did you have a good pickle?

"Hmm? I don't know who Emile is, but I did apply it to everyone but Natalia who was there. What's the matter with you?

"... Emile, for some reason, I remember Mu. At that time, he didn't seem to know that it was Mu who fought, but he remembered that Na's friend had Mu, and he seems to have been contacting me for a long time now wanting me to see Mu. Na-chan says no to everything."

"... ho"

Apparently, Emile boy, that day's fighting fairy was unforgettable. I remember Mu in a funny way and he seems to want a reunion. I guess that's what it's like to hear it from emotions. If you say so, it's called Boy Meets Girl.

The protégé Hajime dad, who guessed it, uttered a lowly voice. One more pest approaching my beloved daughter. Since I went up to elementary school, the number of pests close to Mu is increasing day by day.

Emile boy, when Hajime daddy started to come up with an idea of how to do it, for some reason he seemed happy Mu sat down on Hajime's lap sneaking around. And smile and look up at the hajime and say.

"You don't have to worry so much, Mu is my dad's mu all the time"

"Mm, that's well, there's no fine dust I'm going to do to the kids around there..."

"Dad, I know what I'm saying."

……

Hajime turned into a troubled face, gazing at Yue and the others for help, but before that, Mu's little hand grabbed Hajime's cheek from both sides and fastened it toward him.

And with a glossy grin reminiscent of someone else.

"You should never think you can get away with this."

……

I said that.

Hajime thinks. Mu, in the last five years, has mastered high levels of Yue's magic, Shea's physical and battle hammering, Tio's whipping, Kaori's double swordsmanship, Shizuku's Yae Oak Stream, and Hajime's Gan-Kata. Originally, even though they don't have a particularly good body in combat: the Seamen.

That must be because the cheats around them teach their myths at all costs, and because Mu, who truly trusts and admires them, is working really hard, but still a mastery rate that can be praised at will.

Is that why? Hajime has become a visionary. Even if you do everything in your power, you will be overtaken and you will be ambushed by the mu...

(Ma, ma'am...)

"Nmiu?

Where did the glossy look go until earlier, with a surprising switch, back to the usual innocent mu and tilting his neck...

For some reason, Hajime shuddered.