Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

How long have you been fighting?

I have no sense of time. The sun set long ago. The glow of [Holy Extinction] illuminates the area around the Arquette, but the back of the meadow, where no light reaches, is completely in darkness.

I feel a deliberate, frightening number of signs around me. In addition, the rate of depletion of [sacred] is considerably reduced. Apparently, as initially seen, the Dark Ones have taken a leap towards eliminating the culprits who are deploying and maintaining it more than attacking the barrier.

A little bit, I wonder if Arquette's survival rate has increased, etc., but Mitsui is still trying so hard to recall the look that Kune and the others gave him at the end of the drive to the Wang Capital.

"Come on, die!!

"Huh!?

Ha, ha, returned to me to the cursed anger. Apparently, for a moment, the concentration was interrupted.

In front of you is the "dark man" of the bull-head, who boasts a giant body of more than two metres. He holds two horns over his head that just seem to poke and kill people, making his bloody eyes shimmer, and in his hands he has a big sword like a thick Chinese knife.

That swung down with the auspicious wind.

There is a roar in the holy sword that is raised on the sword, which is roughly unlikely to be a sword attack between men.

Though letting the shock escape with his arms and knees, the unintentionally "ghoulish" breath-stuffed glow, however, at the next moment, he kicked into the knees of the bull-headed species, snapping them into a letter of crease and disfiguring them.

The gaps made are deadly.

When the bull-headed species screamed and tried to put their posture back on track, the arc-drawn holy sword nearly sucked into their necks.

I don't even admire the neck that jumped like a joke, and the skeletal warrior odd species - so called skeletons - jump from the left to the right of that bull-headed species.

The weapon of the eccentric species is the very bone that makes up the body. Your hands are unusually long and your fingers are as sharp as hook claws. The bones are thinning from arm to pinky finger, and if you wield them as a hand knife, it becomes a fine sword.

"You monster."

"Destroy!"

I never thought the day would come when Skeleton would curse me of "monsters".

Slap the knife poked from both sides together, slightly pulling back and slapping it off. The backhand of the odd bone species jumped as if they were reading it.

It's like mirroring them in a breathtaking simultaneous attack. But avoid the glow that exceeds the reaction speed and double fire on the counter.

The neck of the odd bone species dances two universes.

"I killed him."

A giant spear penetrated through the bones of a falling odd bone species. It's the scalloped dragon species that was behind the odd bone species. Lightning grabs one hand and stops a sharp poke that doesn't have to extend to Ragal.

"Become"

If you ignore the stunned voice and pull him in gut, the scalloped dragon species instinctively tries to step on it. But the power of glow that does not allow it. I stepped forward as I couldn't stomp, and a holy sword was stuck in its throat.

With a vivid feel, 'Gube!?' The famously difficult groan pokes the glowing ear. At the same time, the gopoly overflowing blood smeared the glowing shoulder mouth.

There's no point in caring. Already, the whole body of the glow returns dirty to the blood and looks miserable.

The number of defeats doesn't work in the hundreds. Or we've already defeated the Dark One who wants to reach a thousand. The overthrown Dark One is thrown backwards by the Dark One's own hands, not only saying that it is in the way of the ensuing.

There seemed to be little or no inter-ethnic sentiment unless it was a family member, and on several occasions there were sights of people treating the corpses of their own family members in a vexing manner and breaking up with them...

Now, they've got their heads full of unusual warriors who can never defeat them no matter how much they fight.

Both Lagal and Niebra attached importance to something called handwriting.

In the days after the Dark One ruled the world, he said it was necessary to establish the status of his family. For them to go on earth with strength supremacy, weak predation, the handle of defeating enough warriors to just keep defending the arquette alone would be exactly equal to "looting treasures".

Mitsui thinks. Thankfully. The more you focus on yourself that way, the less the burden of the barrier will be, and as long as the magic of light shine holds, the more certain the protection of the arquette will be.

There was a severe pain running down my ankle.

I caught it, man.

An earlier group of odd bone species had lost their heads and moved their arms to feed their hook claws into Shining's ankles. Due to the intense temper flowing from the head to the body and wrapping around, he probably moved his body remotely even though he had been skipped in the neck.

Since the red light in the orbit is about to disappear, perhaps at the end of the day it rolled out a full hand or something.

Shortly afterwards, the barrage by the sword of annoyance filled the sight of Kwong Fai.

Wave the holy sword and play, play, play, play, play!

"Oh, shit, oh, shit"

To a tremendous amount of material, Kwong Fai was only roaring for how long. Wield the Holy Sword with all your might and tease the barrage of death. The last hand of the odd species was certainly effective. Injuries blunt the legs, and Kohinoo is compelled to focus on defense by sword moves.

An impenetrable, or deliberately missed, sword of temper to avoid fatal injuries creates countless fine wounds in the glowing body.

Little and sharp pain from all over the body stimulated the consciousness of glow, as if the body of glow was giving an alert.

Alternatively, the barrage, thought to last forever, stops perfectly.

Shake off the hook claws that are still grabbing your feet, and push each other into the glow of trying to chant healing magic. "The Dark One" enters.

"You're hurt, now."

"Kill me, kill me, kill me!!

"Oh, shit."

Even as he vomits evil, he desperately wields his holy sword to trump his enemies.

All I get in my ear is words wishing for my death, or cursing murmurs, resentful voices similar to curses.

Naturally. How many "dark men" did you kill? Now I am a great enemy to them, an enemy to kill, no matter what.

Even if I know, even if I know I don't deserve to think that or other fine dust, my heart gets cold. For what I killed, for what I was about to be killed, it's as if my mind were detached from my body.

The more I get used to the feeling of cutting meat, in response to breaking bones, the more blood I bathe, the more I feel like I'm not a human being as they scream - "a monster".

"Zea aaaaa!!

"Huh!?

There was a ripping mood. The next moment I thought, I felt heat on my flank.

Instinctively, I avoided it, but it was decided lightly. For a second later, if evasion had been delayed, it would have been fatal. Sweat cold as you pierce the enemy's heart with a sword to return.

The feeling of the shadow of death crawling over with a hitahita invades the heart of glow.

There are moments when the focus is interrupted and the thinking deviates from earlier. It's a testament to exhaustion. Mental fatigue accelerates physical fatigue.

As a matter of fact, the time was already past midnight. Enough, I'd say, human detached strength.

But still, there was a time limit looming.

If it's too soon, Kwong Fai scolds himself. I haven't let him have it for half a day yet. If you exaggerated to protect him, he said it was too soon to fall.

"- [Tenke] Huh."

"Sacrifice our family!!

I try to cast healing magic, but I am inhibited by the "Dark One" who rolls a battle that does not fade even fine dust to be defeated by hundreds of bodies.

Bad, and agitated. If you bleed, you'll lose so much strength faster.

Reminds me of my experience of wandering the [Northern Mountains] for three days without taking a break or a meal to chase the demons of the Divine Domain. The flesh of the brave makes such impotence possible as long as they magically make water and drink it.

But there's nothing you can do about it if you bleed too much. Recovery magic can't be recovered to the point of lost blood, either, and if you lose it, your thoughts will be dull only for what you lose, and your body will be more prone to exhaustion.

and now he sliced his shoulders thin into a gap that reminded him of such an unscrupulous adventure in tortoise.

When thoughts are off again, Shining continues to kill enemies in one piece and another, with teeth in sight.

(Damn it, damn it. Oh, my God. I'm, like, this much. You're a brave man! You can still do it! Don't think of anything extra. Focus! I told you I'd protect you!

Slash. Slash. Slash. Slash. be slashed.

Slash. Slash. Slash. Slash. Decided.

Slash. Slash. Slash. Slash. Beaten.

Unable to heal the wound, it increases the zilliness and scratches.

Seeing such a glow, the slightest joy of "pushing it through like this" came to the faces of the "dark ones" attacking them as they stepped on their compatriots...

"Lord Kwanghui."

Such a call was accompanied by a pale glow wrapped around the body of glow.

I blew the whole thing in front of me over my shoulder and there was Ivana and some vigilantes looking at the glow with a crying face from above the East Gate fence.

One of them is wholeheartedly praying. I guess they use the healing boon technique.

The twitching and pain drew, and the fine wounds other than the ankles, flanks and shoulders slowly but visibly healed.

"We were able to accommodate two-thirds of the residents. We're expanding the space to evacuate the rest now."

Apparently, more than half of the original inhabitants are able to evacuate into underground space. If we can keep buying time, we might be able to evacuate all the residents to a stubborn evacuation site.

Gwanghui smiled small.

"Please pull it off once! I will use all my strength to keep this place, except for the evacuation personnel vigilante! You stay like this."

Ivana appeals for rest.

But I can't. It's a consultation. Because the vigilante doesn't have enough power to keep this battlefield. If that's what you can do, I've been telling you to put the change in the operation since the beginning.

Vigilantes are not warriors. Having that heart won't allow talent to fight. Like that anneal. We both know that.

Now, this technique of healing favor should also have completely healed the ankle, flank, and shoulder injuries already if the Wang Du magician, and the vigilante exercising the technique is distorting his face with regret when he sees the wound of the slow healing glow.

So, if it is, then that would be the time for the glow to rest in preparation for total annihilation.

So I can't give in. I can't give up this battlefield.

"This is my battlefield! I won't give it to you!

"Oh no..."

Ivana distorts her expression sadly.

Slaughtering enemies, but the thought that Ivana and the others are trying to help us somehow saves the heart of the glow.

"Ha!!

"Guh!?

"This guy, not yet!?

A blow all over his body wrapped up two enemies and blew them up.

Hikaru delivers the word in that gap, with a hegemony in his voice.

"I can still fight! So - I need backup. It just helps to have them keep healing! If I signal, bow or grace, attack the front line!

If there is even a slight gap, I can heal the big wounds in the meantime. I can magically create water polo balloons and rehydrate them. You don't have to worry about small wounds with the benefit of healing.

To the words of Gwanghui, Ivana and the others immediately became resolute expressions, although flashing for a moment. There are things we can do to help guardians on the battlefield by ourselves. The fact inspired their hearts.

I'll take care of it.

The trembling Ivana's voice sounded.

Gwanghui roared in anticipation of the endless raid.

"I was pulling. Like..."

How long has it been since the vigilantes started covering for you?

Hikaru, who keeps fighting even, didn't realize how long his cover was stopping flat.

I can no longer afford to look back, my consciousness is half-hearted. Therefore, we have not been able to confirm that Ivana and the others are already doing their best to put their lives at risk.

It was also already the other side of my memory that Roscoe and the others tried to evacuate Shining to the evacuation area and refused to do so.

Roscoe and the others convinced him that if he could buy time in the walls and underground vault, he could rest well, but decided that he couldn't.

The barrier can be overcome by the physical abilities of the Dark One and their number as a stepping stone, as was already the case. Somebody's crawling up. You can't buy enough time without dropping "The Dark One."

More importantly, now, if you go into a break...

Gwanghui was not at all sure he could stand up again before the underground vault was broken. Extreme fatigue will not revert easily once the tension and the will to fight have been lifted. I could not deny the possibility that I could not move in a busy manner, or remain unconscious.

That was, above all, horrible.

So he refused to leave himself in order not to let them come to him trying to bring Kwong Fai back.

If we get here, even if a barrier is created behind the glow, it has nothing to do with the Dark One.

Just kill Hikaru.

Use the army as an unstoppable threat to kill resentful enemies. Now it was the elimination of the stuck anomaly that was more important than falling the arquette.

Little did he reply, just to the light of his will with action, the Roscoes wept and moaned that this was all they could do, even continuing to pray.

I have no recollection of the fact that [Holy Extinction] took the last magic restoration pill once on the verge of disappearing. I used it out of an unconscious sense of crisis.

Coverage is gone, rest no longer leads to death, and the means of recovery are exhausted, just waving the sword to the threat in front of us.

Only when, Kwang Hsien was in a strange sensation.

The resentful voices and anger of the enemies creep and do not know as if they were prolonged, and every one of their movements is slow as being in the water.

But the light is never shining faster.

Hikaru herself also felt the weight of wrapping around her whole body as if she were in the water. They are slow, just as slow themselves.

In a world where everything is slow, but only thoughts become strangely clear.

Nature and what's been going on past the back of my brain.

If there was a third party, I might have said it was a horse racing light, but Kwong Fai entrusted his thoughts to a memory that floated unaware.

The first person that came to mind was the first person I met in this world.

- Hikaru, you're so sweet.

That's what they said, and I yelled back at myself. Now that I think about it, I feel like I've beaten that beautiful and strong queen a lot.

I briefly exposed the deep part of my mind that is usually suppressed, for some reason. Every single one of her words was for some reason so heartfelt I couldn't fix it.

- At least that feeling that I think of someone in the glow is "right." I assure you so

She always affirmed the glow, even though she had only been dealing with it for a short time. The last words she would give to Hikaru were always kind, even though she was truly weak and secluded.

(I want to help, I want to protect - right. If you can assure me that the battle I'm fighting is the right one?

He pierces the heart of the bull-headed species in front of him and snaps the neck of the next scalloped dragon species with a holy sword pulled out as he rotates. In return blood, the next thing that came to mind was the sister of the queen of habits.

- It's more important to have just one loving family than a large group you love.

"Like him, he takes more important people to himself than a lot of people who don't even know his face. Blaming myself that I don't deserve to be named royalty, I still scream that I can't give in.

How much envy did you have for the way you mouth such thoughts without hesitation, even though you are in a far more serious position than you are?

(I'm sure, as a royalty... "Wrong." You didn't choose to use me. "Wrong.")

So is she "evil"?

It didn't seem that way to Gwanghui. 'Cause that kid was ready to die, I guess. Instead of giving priority to my sister, I was prepared to take everything on myself.

So what's the "wrong choice" in the first place?

Try to break through the floating doubts, and a large bizarre species rolls out a sharp knife to shallow the glowing cheeks. Gwanghui grabbed the head of the odd bone species with one hand and slapped it to the ground, further crushing the head with a stepping foot and slashing the second bull-head species.

In the confines of a blood splash, the people of the Wang Capital float like illusions.

- There was a couple who said they would fight to get Kukri to eat.

- There was an armorer boy who told me that he was going to help the warriors with the weapons he had made.

- There was a boat trip to carry a warrior around the battlefield.

Neither he nor anyone thought, "Whatever you do, you can't do it anymore."

That was not an optimism, but a determination to make him unprepared to resist. If my chosen path rolled to the wrong side, this decision would not make my loved ones unhappy... such anxiety, it didn't seem like they had it right.

At least they weren't the kind of people who would stop walking with it.

(When I asked if you weren't scared, everyone said with their mouths together - he said you were scared. Yet you were all laughing. Because it's my decision.)

A giant spear made of temper flies through the wind of temper like a tornado. The glow slipped Zuluri slightly on his leg in an attempt to forcefully slap it off. The blade cannot be raised, and the pain occurs in the wrist of the knockout.

The stomping is becoming ineffective. A sword-shaking hand began to tremble for reasons other than fear - exhaustion. I feel something cold in my heart, dying another step closer.

- Because I was born to fight.

A younger girl with pride in her chest, who said what she meant by her birth.

How envious she was that there was no error in her own path.

- To me, my grandfather was a hero.

To the hero I admired, she laughed, "Still life goes on," when she poked at the reality that she couldn't be... as ideal. I found what I could do and gained more than first-rate strength.

(Oh, with that said, I haven't remembered Grandpa in a long time)

Finally, the holy sword was played. Until now, the slaughter of Glow, which has finished most enemies with one blow, finally knocks them down by swinging with two or three shots.

Some enemies who were observing the movement of the glow in the rear would have started to get used to the movement of the glow. But more than that, simple strength and speed are diminishing.

The beaten scalloped dragon species wakes up in an odd voice. Next to it, now appeared the illusion of my grandfather - the full healing of the Heavenly River.

- You can be anything, and you can be anything.

I wondered if I could be like Grandpa, and that's what Fully healed replied to the young Hikaru who asked.

really? When I asked,

- Even if it's true. That's why I named him Hikaru.

The first name represents the body. So,

(The path that Kwang-hyun decides to take is definitely Kwang-hyun (Hikariya)... You've been forgetting. Grandpa's words)

Gosh, the vivid sound of a broken bone echoed from my body. The tail of the scalloped dragon species is engulfed on the flank. He exhales without consciousness and releases a thrust into the section (nod) of the scalloped dragon species on which he turns his back.

Finally, I followed the damage I couldn't see. Even a natural healing glow cannot cure a fracture without magic.

Did you see the limits of power in the light that fluttered and shaken your body, [The Dark One] and the others give a ecstatic look.

But contrary to the magnificence of the outside world, the inner surface of the glow was very quiet. Quietly, but surely, something was about to tie together in the glow.

Numerous encounters, experience so far, so much distress, are trying to connect in this extreme situation.

A childhood girl who hit herself but brought me back screams in the back of her brain.

- Wasn't this supposed to happen? That would be obvious! You don't have the life you want! Everybody's trying to eat their teeth, hold their heads, and say, "Still!"

Right, you're right. The people of this world were all the same.

- If you're going the wrong way, it's your best friend's job to beat you up and stop you, right?

Oh, yeah. I wonder what I was afraid of. You said I made a mistake and you'd beat me to a halt.

- Liar.

Oh, Eri. You are absolutely right. I was a liar.

That day, that time, in that place, I did say, "I will protect Eri."

I only made the choice to protect it, and I thought it was over.

I just stopped you trying to jump, and I thought I saved you.

Even though I don't have the life I want.

Still, life goes on.

You keep going crazy and you've been asking for help.

That's right.

I always ended up just choosing.

What really mattered was "after choosing.

That's all it was about.

I don't know if that choice is right or wrong, even though I can't see the future.

I was frightened of such trivialities, and I said, "I can't believe myself." In the end, I even hesitated to choose...

The atmosphere roared.

Happily, the consciousness of the glow returning to reality from a strange world of thought captures the imminent immense bull. Dos, a bullfight made of black temper is enough to fill all of the aisles with physique.

If it were still a spare light, it would have been destroyed with the poke of the Holy Sword.

But the flesh, which had already reached its limits, was not strong enough to intercept that assault.

"Gaha!?

Though I barely avoided only the bullfighting horns, I eat a head punch in my torso and blow it away. The shock of your body about to fall apart shakes your consciousness. I'm forced to drain air from my lungs and my breath is clogged.

He squeezes his strength and punches down the holy sword to defeat the bullfight, but he couldn't stop poking his knee.

When this is the end, the Dark One will be killed to increase their battle power.

The glowing eyes with his face raised seemed hazy and unfocused. I can see the "Dark One" approaching with a prolonged roar in their blurred vision.

(Is it over... here it is...)

I found the answer...

I finally got it.

To think, to wish, to pray, there can be no mistake.

If you're serious, it's all real, and what's important is honesty.

After choosing, I don't run away from that thought. Don't take your eyes off your wishes. I don't give up prayers. That's the real fight, he said.

I finally figured it out.

(Without protection, will it end?

I told him I'd protect him. To young boys, to lords who think of the people, to all the vigilantes.

(Also, do you spit lies?

All the best, because you worked hard? Because you risked your life? So you can give up now, can't you?

(Bullshit, don't do it!!

"Ahhhhhhh!!

"Huh!? You!?

A glowing holy sword bounced back the sword of the swinging cowhead species, screaming its throat just ripped.

Wherever such power is left, the expression of the bull-headed species is so convulsed that it is the face of the alien but clearly discernible.

(Battle eh, fight eh, fight!! Kill them. But you wanted to protect them! You chose that! Then battle eh)

Scold yourself.

Something can play in the glow. I've tasted that feeling a few times, but I can't afford to worry about the glow.

But if you could see the status plate, you would have noticed one more derivative skill.

- Special Derivative Warrior Ghost of Limit Breaking

Originally, it's a limit breaker that jumps all specs a few times with the increase in magic, but there is no increase in magic in this [warrior]. I don't even get my specs up. However, no matter how broken your body is, the magic in your body is used as a Gibbs replacement to reinforce it, just a special derivative skill that keeps you fighting.

It's almost a suicide bomber, so it's not a good idea to wake up.

A crystal of thought that blossomed because the heart of the glow shouted in this extreme situation.

Namely:

- Fight! Fight! At the end of your choices, as you wish, fight until this body becomes dust and mustard!

"Wow wow wow!!

"Ko, you monster."

For the first time since I came here, the Dark One retreated. They are swallowed up by the impatience and the will of the other fissures: awesome.

(My body moves. We can still fight.)

I don't know why my body moves.

But I don't care about that.

(More, step in. Look at the whole thing. Unless it's a beast, the movement of the human body is roughly determined!

more efficiently. To where you need to be, when you need to be, with the force you need, precisely.

I tell myself that's what I taught you.

(... oh, did I forget this too)

Memories so far that poured in like a running lantern. That brings back what I forgot, what I had lost sight of.

I learned knight swordsmanship because I am a brave man in the kingdom. But for a long time there was a sword that I learned alongside my childhood friends and shoulders. Something that was caught in the position of a brave man, conceived, or all the way down to the bottom of my heart from the guilt of betrayal.

The cowhead species waves down the great sword.

Until now, I had left it to the specs of the brave to bounce back. But there's no room for that anymore...

The moment he receives his opponent's sword, he shifts away from the sword strike with a wrist return and at the same time switches it backwards and cuts it up.

- Yae Oak Flow Knife Sound Blade Flow

The moment you deviate from a sword strike, the rubbing swords produce a clear tone between you, but therefore.

Without any response, the bull-headed species dies with their eyes open to the fact that they were being slashed more if they noticed.

A scalloped dragon breed releases a sword through an auspicious spear.

I would have knocked it off or avoided it until now.

Offset your torso with a straight tip, but step in and release the poke, not retreat.

- Hachi Oak Knife Kasumi Wear (Blurred)

The anterior and posterior movements of the upper body and the movement of the shoulders shift the sense of proximity, and the lateral giraffe of the auspicious spear ends in emptiness. The eye-opening scalloped dragon species was deadly at the end of the day with the sight as if it had been unleashed three times poking simultaneously.

Odd bone species poke their knives in.

I was just intercepting with the Holy Sword until now.

Grab the knife with one hand and let the universe dance with a twist and body movement.

- Yae Oak Fluid Surgery Mirror Thunder

A move that throws an opponent at the mercy of his temper, while attacking while in the universe. but this time it was used as a restraint on the second odd bone species, and the moment the two hit and overlapped, it was collectively swept away with a holy sword.

The knight swordsmanship of the kingdom is not bad. Rather, it goes well with exceptional abilities and knight swordsmanship - especially Merd-Loggins' just sword.

But now that I have more reduced abilities... I have learned over the years that Yae Oak's ancient martial arts to "weakness defeats strength" are the best.

Do not rely as hard as you can on your strength, do not strain your body, and use your moves to control your enemies.

I know very well that the "dark ones" are bewildered by strange moves different from those made earlier.

(It's hard to be a western sword, though. How far can you fight consciously? Can I stay conscious...)

and it was a glow that cared about the difference that it was not in the form of a knife...

At that moment, the Holy Sword was wrapped in a pale light.

"The Dark One" is wary of what they are going to do, but the glow is better than that.

I look unexpectedly at the Holy Sword, which has done nothing but is wrapped in light and can't even see itself.

Just a few seconds if it's time.

Eventually, when the light subsides, there is a

"Or a knife..."

Yes, the Holy Sword was reshaping. Although it was not the ripples that came in, there was, indeed, a knife with a single blade and an inversion. If you look closely, you're reshaping to the sheath at some point.

"Ha ha"

Unexpectedly, a smile comes to mind. Colored by returning blood, the laughter still looks miserable and the "dark ones" seem to be pulling.

But I didn't even care about that.

(Speaking of which, you helped me no matter what)

The more I let go, the more I put my hands up, the more I flew. I tried to give it back, but it flew on its own. When I was on track, when I betrayed him, when I was lost, he always kept choosing me as a user without abandoning me.

And now I even reshaped it according to Kwang Hsien's request.

Oh, I think.

My consciousness is still hazy, my whole body is screaming, but...

"I have a holy sword in my hand (partner). Then you can't lose."

If you fall, the Holy Sword (buddy) may be in the hands of the enemy. I just don't like that.

One more reason to fight.

I notice. Soon, an angel ladder was descending from the sky. From the clearance of cloudy weather, the light of the sun is like a staircase leading to heaven - perhaps, the morning sun is plugged in.

At night, it was dawn.

When I saw it, the glow deepened my grin even more,

"If you choose the way to live, I won't follow you. But when it comes to fighting..."

Shh, nab the holy sword, and drop your hips. Keep your hands loose and patterned.

"I'm not asking you to forgive me. I will kill you... until you are destroyed."

The quiet will of war, the words of magnificent readiness, spread to the battlefield.