Din no Monshou (WN)

Stalin was moving before I tried to move.

Quickly come around to my side.

From there, I've swung the machete endlessly.

But it's quicker for me to activate the magic than for him to hit me with the sword.

"Lightning Flaming Demon Light Bullet, Strike Through Enemy -" Gunfire "Heh!

A fireball shot from the flat of my hand storms Stalin.

He's already in an offensive position.

It shouldn't be possible to avoid it from here.

I was so sure...

"... warm"

Stalin takes the flaming balls with his left machete.

The smoke will be up soon and extinguished.

His machete only comes with coal, and it's not even damaged.

Hmm, I was just distracted by my right hand, which is slashing me.

Can he attack and defend at the same time?

"... you finally understand what two swords mean?

They crush me like I don't like it.

The whole offense is a duplicitous trick.

He swung down a knife at me for blunting after the chant.

I hear an enthusiasm from the venue.

But that's where I swung through the knife.

Gin, with the sharp sound of it, his machete is flushed.

"... be!?

"It's a paring. I've got plenty of training to play."

This is the greatest best magician can do to fill his weaknesses.

For some time after the chant, it becomes difficult to activate magic.

The recoil slows the focus.

Meanwhile, use melee weapons to sneak at enemy attacks.

If you take this method of warfare, you will not take unconsciousness from your swordsman opponent either.

"... it seems, after all, that you are nothing like just a nobleman"

"Thank you."

"... but the magical defense will not be taught"

"What?

For a moment, a vast amount of magic was released from Stalin's body.

That, pre-chant motion.

You stick one hand out at me and mumble the spell in a disastrous way.

"... dark faraway lightning, shaking the weakness of the earth very hard.

Brilliant Fall, Fierce Blade - "Electron Abyss" "

The moment I spoke, a huge electric shock popped out of his body.

They come after me like tentacles.

It's too broad and completely inevitable.

I made a solid guard around my face and neck and got a piece of the current.

"... whoa, don't be paralyzed"

The thunderbolt reflects indiscriminately in the body.

It irritates the pain and causes unpleasant sweat to come out.

But thunder magic is my specialty.

My heart doesn't stop to this extent.

If it goes through the attacking of an attribute, the resistance follows at the same time.

If this was water or dirt or something, it could have sucked.

But I don't want you to think you can take me down with this thunder while I'm studying the master's edition.

Look at me, Stalin hits me in the tongue.

"... shabby"

"That's the way it is.

Besides, if they do, it's my creed to do it back. "

"... what?

"Thundermagic is what you call it!

I take such a place as to offer my whole body to heaven.

I took a step to push the magic out of there completely.

"A thunderbolt that drives, wears the ground.

Heavenly Judgement in Demons - "Bolt Judgment" Heh!

Currents that boast abnormal speeds propagate endlessly.

Overwhelming sea of thunder.

"... chip, this is"

Stalin trying to avoid pulling back.

But this magic isn't sweet enough to be avoided with something like that.

It's authentic high-ranking magic, described in the Master of Thunder Magic edition.

An inevitable thunderbolt dedicated to speed.

A glimmer of thunder that couldn't be chased through with his eyes swept away the assassin's body.

"... Grr!

He doesn't stop blowing up.

It glides to the edge of the ring, where Stalin takes the passive.

But the spindle is broken.

"Okay, now!

Stab him in the stomach before he regains his posture.

Point the cutting edge of the knife at the steeple and step in thoughtfully.

But at that moment Stalin's body swayed loosely.

It's like a pneumonia.

Maybe, all you're there for is a phantom.

And just before I dared pursue him, his body disappeared.

"... no way!

I look around in a hurry.

When was I caught?

My heart engraves an unpleasant heartbeat.

Being vigilant, I suddenly had a hot sensation on my back.

"... ghhh!?

Bad, slashed.

Unstoppable hitting around.

Assassins looking down with cold eyes.

I manage to get on my knees and try to prepare for the ensuing attack.

The wound is shallow.

But that seems to have been enough for him.

Stalin comes close to me even though he's flirting.

"... illusory magic. The name is" ConfuBody ".

High recoil and no random outbursts.

During the battle, you can do it without chanting, only once. But... "

Chakiri, and re-grip the machete with both hands.

The two swords wielding over his head also looked like sickles of death.

What rolls out of there is a flash that probably slashes my head off.

"... this one time is enough to kill you"

Stalin tries to wave the knife down.

A breath of relief leaked from the audience.

It's impossible to reverse it from here anymore.

It doesn't wake me up crazy.

I guess that's what you think.

In the sigh of the audience, I was grinning at my mouth.

"... blow it up, 'Crossblast'"

At that moment, the area was surrounded by a sea of fire.

If he can drive me into distress without chanting, vice versa.

I can throw him into the valley of defeat.

Seeing the fire magic activation, Stalin opened his eyes.

"... nah! Per yourself!?

That's right.

I activated the cross blast around him and me.

Burning heat burns skin and burns clothes.

The addition and subtraction are not adjusted at all because they were set on fire without chanting.

But the pain is the same for him.

If you bring it in here, it's just a patience comparison later.

"I used to be locked in a sauna."

…… What are you saying? "

"Well, listen. The janitor locked me up even though I was still in there."

Was that when you were messing with your computer all night?

I have an unusually few men in the modern world.

He was playing the game all night long where the main character gets a nice permit.

It was funny. I even cried at the ending.

And early morning.

When I went to the lonely sauna to try to refresh myself.

I fell asleep in the sauna unconsciously then.

Big bang sleep rarely seen in life's history.

He's a big idiot.

It can only be called an act of suicide.

So it's not entirely the cleaner's fault.

But at least tell him to check before locking.

You almost got yourself killed.

Well, that's not what I want to tell you in this story.

"It's hot in there. Besides, my grandfather was on the verge of me sleeping.

Looks like he liked a hell of a lot of heat.

I put all the water in the bucket and went home.

When I woke up after noon, I was already,

It was like being burned on an iron plate. "

Anyway, that old man...

He was good enough to sit on his moxibustion while entering the sauna.

It feels like the temperature of dying when a regular person is dating.

Because of that, I got scared of something called confined space.

I just remembered, the pitiful laughter creeps up.

"In the end, I got dehydrated and I was put in charge of a medical facility.

How much later do you think that was?

"... you've found out"

"In 38 hours."

…………

"Looks like the next day was a holiday.

The employee and the manager, they left me and went off.

After that, I found out about the double book, and it was a broken shop.

In a way, I appreciate it. "

In the flames of fire, we stand.

And I said, looking at him.

You proved how impatient I am.

"... a worldly myth"

Throw it away, but he seems to be pretty good at this heat, too.

No matter how much combat training you get,

There's no way I can handle this fever.

I was a neet who couldn't do anything in my previous life.

He spent his days like garbage and died like garbage.

But there's one thing I can be proud of.

It's pain tolerance and patience to the point of abnormality.

Flames of this magnitude, will not be any obstacle.

When I said confidently, Stalin laughed with his nose.

And point to your own clothes to incite despair.

"... too bad it was.

My equipment is the Scale Armor of the Burning Dragon.

Peeled from other races, made of luxury materials, it is a first-class product.

Significantly blocks electricity and heat for lightness. "

"You're such an ant."

"... belong, it's a difference in forces.

We can't have this kind of equipment for a fallen nobleman like you. "

I see.

I thought it would be ineffective if I hit lightning magic.

I can't believe you were wearing armor with that kind of hyper-performance.

I mean, even compared to his patience in this flame, he has more minutes.

Don't lose for sure when you compete with endurance.

You must have thought I was a mess.

Stalin grins at me under the mask.

But I mock it back, too.

"So what's up? This sea of fire,

I didn't make it for a sauna tournament. "

"... well, what if..."

Stalin tried to put on a smile.

But he looked around and was shocked.

It is surrounded by hot flaming walls and can only be moved forward.

He glanced behind his back, but there was a scorching flame.

Besides, I'm standing right in front of you with a chant.

Stalin now realized the sincerity of the flames.

Yes. The real purpose of this suicide bombing is the wedge that keeps him from moving.

"Lightning Flaming Demon Light Bullet.

Fight through enemies - 'Gunfire' heh!

Aim for it, and throw a flaming ball at Stalin.

He tries to guard himself with a machete, but he loses sight of his goal.

There's no way you can tell in an instant a small fireball that's lost in a vast flame.

In the woods if you want to hide the trees.

If you want to hide the fire, it's in the flames.

As a result, my high-powered magic balls hit him.

Besides, it's not an area protected by armor.

The only exposed, direct hit near the face.

"... Gu, gu, gu, gu!

With a creaking voice, he makes a definite scream.

The attack, which had been dropped earlier, was eaten into a steep field.

Plus, I'm frightened because I got a critical hit.

I chanted magic in an attempt to strike again.

"Lightning Flaming Demon Light Bullet -"

At that moment, Stalin ran away.

Fast attack aimed at the middle of the chant.

I've been putting myself back on track.

It should have been a decent decision, but it's too soon to get back on your feet.

I couldn't hide my surprise at that super reaction either.

"Ha, ha...!

"... you can cover your face with one hand and kill it with the other.

If they don't even aim here, I'll try to put up with that amount of fireballs. "

I see.

You came here to kill me, ready for some injuries?

I feel like a skilled assassin around being able to make that decision in an instant.

"Penetrating enemies..."

My magic activates in one word.

But that will be unbearable.

That's right, only the famous backrunner in the Wang capital.

Repeated stalemate, but therefore possible, no stalemate?

But I'm twice as many people as I've ever failed.

So how can I not fail?

On the contrary, how can we poke at the enemy's void?

Especially how can we escape the hunter state power?

I'm going to know that better than anyone.

Break down the 'Gunfire' structure and pose anew.

At that moment, Stalin's face snapped.

You seem to have noticed my intentions.

Cancel "-"

"... hey, you. What the fuck!

"My body is overflowing with demon blood and fire!

This spell is a tremendously powerful fire magic.

Stalin is protecting the vicinity of his face with one hand.

A small fireball would have convinced me that I could take it.

But don't think you can take this magic on such defense.

Shall I give it a taste with that body?

Ultra-compressed fire!

"- Eat it, 'Astralfire'!

A flame shot out hits Stalin directly in the face.

Too powerful a fire atrocity.

You can't eat something like that and continue the attack.

"... but ahhhhhhhhhh!

No more worrying about the crowd, screaming from the bottom.

He falls to the ground and tries to give thanks.

But that burning fire cannot be put out.

That's magic.

Stupid big magic consumption.

You get it at that price, 'The Flame You'll Never Put Out'.

It is the first magic I have learned, and a lodging enemy who has tormented me with recoil.

Even now, this guy is experiencing intense headaches and nausea.

But I can't fall apart with this stuff.

I need to stab him.

Grasp the knife hard and approach the suffering Stalin on the ground.

It was then.

(... listen, a fallen boy)

A voice echoed directly into my brain.

That's oddly, the same voice as the man who's suffering in front of you right now.

But you can't afford to do that to this Stalin right now.

I immediately saw through someone.

"... Stalin's, one crack"

He's the one who raided Shadyberga to make him seriously ill.

I saw the thunder magic and drove him into retreat.

Did he show up again?

(… Immediately solve its enduring fire magic. This is an order)

(Huh? Don't be ridiculous)

I try to respond, but there's no response from the other side.

Apparently, this is impossible to answer from over here,

Sounds like it's just a 'telepath'.

I thought I'd reconnect you on a mega telepath.

But something strange seems to be going on.

Stalin in front of you isn't going to be back soon either.

Don't irritate me, I'll just ask.

(... From your point of view, it's the right overhead audience seat. There, there are elementary students)

As I said, I looked up at the arena.

Then we find the black man in the shadow of the pillar.

Definitely, the assassin who tried to kill Shadyberga then.

The moment I found him, my lips caught on.

Because what he had in his hand...

(… This is a testament to the inheritance of the Zirginus family.

Plus, it seems to be a symbol of your bond with the Din family.

A fallen nobleman. Only to the extent is good, you're using a knife)

That said, he compressed the knife pattern with both hands.

The construction is splendid, but the knife is not for combat.

If I did that, it would break right away.

I felt the temperature soar all over my body.

(… if you don't lift that fire magic, it will snap here)

"Nah!

(... choose. You win,

the connection between the filthy aristocracy and the fallen aristocracy is broken)

Too despicable a means.

I cut my gaze off from him and stared at Durf.

Then Dolph looked at me and laughed.

He mocks me with his neighbor's nobility, pointing his finger at me.

After all, was it his offer?

There's nothing to be ashamed of, and he's looking down at me to kick me off.

"Regis, what's up? Did you get hurt somewhere?!?

That's when Shadyberga cheered me on.

No, it's a good place to go off target.

Now I'm forced to make two tough choices.

Walkins, next door to Shadyberga, looked at me worried and prayed.

- Oh, yeah.

You can't give her to me.

When I glanced at Shadyberga, I began the magic chant.

(... Magic Expansion)

Imagine Shady Berga as a goal to connect.

Then he'll have my magic path.

As I continued, I chanted in my brain.

(... From us, emerge the circuit of the devil - "Mega Telepath")

After some noise, a line connected to Shadyberga.

To his own anomaly, he seems to have noticed, too.

I'm blocking my ears so I don't miss hearing it.

Well, it's a pointless behavior. It is.

(Hey, Dad)

(... oh, now we can talk. That's convenient, magic.

So, what's up, Regis? Don't you make up your mind)

(No, I want to ask you one thing. I wonder if you can answer me)

(... what?

Shadyberga's face tightens with tension.

To ask him such a mean question, I ask slowly.

Seriously. Because it's important.

(- Me and the Jirginus family knife. Which is more important?

(You)

(........................... Huh?

It was a quick answer.

Before I finished saying the words, Shadyberga had answered the eating mood.

It makes me a pocan.

My mouth is half-opened.

Against me like that, Shadyberga tells me as if it were extremely natural.

(Did you not hear that? It's you.

I'm saying you're more important than the knife I had with Sefina)

(But it's a symbol of the integration of the Din and Girginus families, isn't it?

(That's right. But Regis.

Me and Sefina, I think what we're thinking goes hand in hand)

(... what the heck)

(Parents who abandon their own children and take knives are not adults who can put their breasts up on their children)

…………

Unexpectedly silent.

I see.

I'm not lost, I'm serious.

Shadyberga told me to keep laughing when I was laughing inside.

The voice was gentle and full of majesty as a father.

(Besides. If you mean a symbol of integration, you are)

(Huh?)

(A child born between me and Sefina. Regis Din.

Whoever said that was the crystal of the integration of the Zirginus and Din families, right?

(... indeed)

It makes me happy.

If they tell you that, I can light a boulder.

As I was rebelling against Shadyberga's words, I heard voices holding my back.

(That's all I'm talking about. Whatever you do, I'll forgive you.

And Sefina definitely forgives me, too. - Come on, Regis!

(Oh. Thanks. Father)

I'll disconnect the mega telepath.

I got a comforting word.

More than that, I'm really glad I'm that guy's son.

The stray disappeared too.

All I have to do is show you my answer on this occasion.

"... Well"

Stare at the assassin in the audience.

Did you think I would give in to such blackmail?

Plus, with the negotiations this guy's bringing with him now, we're all set.

All you have to do is activate the trigger.

So I declare it thoughtfully.

On the brink of it, shift your gaze to Shadyberga.

He has thumbed up and smiled.

Yeah, I know.

Answer your expectations.

Look at that.

How your son beats his enemies.

Breathe in thoughtfully.

And loud enough to echo throughout the venue, he expressed his will.

"-" Astralfire, "disarm!

At that moment, Shadyberga fell from the audience.