Elf Tensei Kara no Cheat Kenkoku-ki

"Abu, aren't you, boy?"

But the fist was easily taken with his right hand, and his hand, which had grabbed Lucier's chest until earlier, came straight out and pierced me all over.

"Ugh."

The sound leaks out of my mouth as if the frog had crushed.

Unexpectedly kneeling, the captain was laughing without pursuing him when he forced himself to put his strength around his neck with the force of his will.

"Elves are poor, what are you going to do with that thin body? Yeah?"

He vomits words touching the inquiry on the burning surface. I couldn't argue.

The man has a tight body forged out by a giant in the second half of 180cm. What a round arm.

Compared to that, I work out around 160cm, but the lines are thin.

Above all, the status quo, which is crawling unnecessarily, wants everything.

"Besides. Don't panic, I'll take you with me."

"How did you get Cyril? Norma said there were three of them. Let me in, you three."

"This fool catches on, and I'm spared killing you because you're beautiful. I decided to make it my girl, so I knew there was one more."

Lucier's expression stains despair.

"Dude, is this guy that important? Then if you choose someone to replace him, I'll save his life. Of course, you don't call yourself that.

"I can't choose someone else like that."

"Then there's no choice."

The man's laugh echoes in his head.

A gentle Lucier cannot sacrifice himself, but someone else.

Still for me, desperately troubled, tormented, crying.

I want to do something, I can't win a meatball fight.

Then there's only magic. Elf magic outweighs man.

While building the magic formula, it activates the magic "Odo" in the body and works on the magic "Mana" of nature.

"Knock."

Intense headaches, terrible noise in my head, and the magic formula I was trying to form is foggy.

The magic you tried to bind loses its orientation.

Apparently, the magician killing function worn on his neck worked perfectly. If you squeeze your strength, you can shake it off. Such sweetness doesn't work at all.

"Aren't you stupid?

The words and the back of his kicked leg hit me directly in the jaw at the same time.

I flip like no other.

Pity.

"Go to sleep now. We can't talk about this with your skilful arms. In the first place, powerless elves are just livestock at the time they take away their magic, aren't they? Don't bother me too much."

Power, magic, nothing is enough. Tears spill over so much misery. I've never felt this way before.

If I had the strength...

'Then don't turn away. Face yourself. Powerful. Fortunately, my body is excellent next time. I have good eyes. You see his attack, don't you? Then all you have to do is pick up the movement you carved into your soul. I'll tell you. This is your, mine, power!

The voice in my head sounded, and I felt the right combat skills jump over my knowledge and stain my body as an experience.

Until now, I've rejected this feeling.

But I won't defy you anymore. If I can gain strength, I'll sell my soul to the devil.

I rewrite myself. There, there's no fear. I think it's going back to who I was.

I get up instantly in an unnatural motion, like a robot from a leaning position.

"What the hell, that disgusting move, did you get too beat up and go crazy?

Ignore the captain's voice and re-grip his hand two or three times, flying even lighter. And turn your arms and feet gently.

Thoughts become clearer. Vision widens.

Countless pieces of information flow through my head.

Minor enchantment is occurring. Noise pattern analysis complete. If it is a small-scale sorcery, it will not interfere with use.

Scanning of physical information by magic, body in memory and error correction. Adjustment complete. In part, temporarily freezes moves from thought that cannot be reproduced in physical performance. Build an optimal pattern on it and set it as a reflective conditioning that does not pass through the thought.

Check process all clear.

Enemy battle power assessment. Very minor disorder.

I smile and only look at Lucier and open my mouth.

"Lucier, thank you for sheltering me. But it's okay. I'm not letting you take Lucier, and I'm not going to die. I'll help you in a minute, so wait."

"Stop it. I can't. Cyril's gonna die."

"It's okay. So don't cry."

Lucier is crying. We need to make him stop crying as soon as possible.

Words are not enough. We need to get rid of the cause of crying.

To do that, this guy's in the way.

"Human. Lucier cries when you're here, so die."

No less physical damage. Decreased exercise performance due to damage to the abdomen due to mild concussion.

But what happened to it? Defeat and show the opponent to this extent, even if both hands and legs are broken.

"Well, don't be busy with me. Don't regret it. I'm gonna rip your heart out in this place."

He swings his right hand in exaggeration and punches me.

I see it. Sound, smell, air that touches the skin, not just the sight. I have all the information I need.

My body will do the rest on its own.

Time is the most important element in melee combat.

Continuous judgment in a world of 0 commas or less, decent thinking has no time to make it run.

That's why training causes basic behavior to fall into unconscious behavior… to the point of reflection.

Originally, memories and knowledge can't compensate for that, which is engraved by magic in my body. Moves set by magic and continue to be optimized. My body turns it into a machine that just reproduces it.

A fist hitting me with a roar cuts through the sky and passes. In return, the fist I protruded pierced the captain's face. I feel the bones on my nose crumble.

And a giant over 180cm blows flashly.

"Come on."

The captain leaks as he holds down his patterned and bloody nose.

My muscle strength doesn't create this much power. But what overshadowed it was the cross counter that used the power of the opponent. And the other is that it perfectly controlled every single piece of muscle fiber and performed a kinetic energy linkage without any loss by magic.

"Did you cut it?"

I feel dull pain. I gently stroked my right fist. If it were true, that blow would have pushed him unrepeatable. But it looks like the program decided to let the fist go to an unbroken level.

I need to fix it later. Break your fists here. But you should have decided.

"Hey, I'm gonna kill you!

The captain wore a helmet and a small hand that had fallen to the ground and was equipped with an even thicker two-handed sword.

And wave those two-handed swords into the dark clouds.

I take out a small knife for work and put it backwards.

I thought the captain laughed under his helmet.

Sure it is. With such a tiny knife, the moment you take a two-handed sword, you're beaten to pieces by my body. Plus, there won't be a blade going through this guy who even put a full-face helmet on his full body armor.

I backstep the first horizontal giraffe and twist the second shake over my body. A knocked blade on the ground rocks the area.

Quiet muscle strength. Simple magic enhancements can be seen.

But there are gaps. If I had a decent weapon, I would have had the chance to kill him about five times.

There have been a number of inevitable attacks that have been followed by a series of attacks, which are taken with a knife. Naturally, if you take it normally, it's over. Flush, deviate, and control the opponent's power. Soft defense. If force is applied, subtracted, angled, timing, or even slightly insane, you will be crushed arms as well as weapons and relentlessly slashed down.

Do it at the exact timing of the moment, with no 1 mm error.

There is no fear. It's obvious how much you can do.

"Come on, you're just gonna run away"

The captain said so in exasperation, letting him out of breath. You're provoking me, but your rough breath is ruining everything.

"No, it's time to end it"

"Horrible."

And tiredness lays a half-way sword with no hips in it. Yes, a powerless gesture by hand.

Ideal angle for me. I was waiting for this.

I dare to take the sword at the end of the knife. The tip shatters and blade fragments glimmer in the air. Accelerate it by spinning it one turn, bouncing it off with a knife pattern.

The goal is the captain's face protected by a full-face helmet.

In a thin slit that didn't even go through the tip of the knife's blade, fragments sucked in the light, choosing both eyes.

"Hey, hey, eyes, my eyes."

He kicked the captain around and took his two-handed sword.

I'm not afraid of blind men. This is total powerlessness.

"Lucier, are you okay?

I run over to Lucier and shelter myself on my back.

"I'm fine...... but"

That's what Lucier said, pointing the kill at me, eyes on the soldiers.

Until just now, I believed the captain was going to kill me unilaterally and I watched it in audience mode, but now I'm willing to kill myself and stand up to my bow.

"Hey shitty human. Try that bow. If I may die."

When I make a cheap provocation, the soldiers turn bright red in their faces and lose their calm.

"You kid!

"Isn't that superior?"

Three of the four soldiers pulled a bow.

"I gave you some advice."

But the arrow stalls sharply before it reaches me, flips and pierces and screams at the fingers and palms of its owner's small, unprotected hands.

What I used was wind sorcery.

The collar, as always, continues to emit noise.

There are two ways to disable this.

One uses small-scale magic to the extent that the collar does not respond. For example, the magic that programmed the body surgery would not respond because the magic would not leak over the extremely small amount of magic used and would be completed in the flesh.

And the second is that if the noise that occurs every time is determined, you just have to create a magic formula that even incorporates it.

The delicate work that I have never been able to do is done without bitterness.

"Yes, yes, yes!

In the meantime, a man who has stormed with one sword without a bow is slashed.

I swung the two-handed sword I had taken from the captain from the lower deck without risk.

With my muscle strength, a giant sword filled with finesse can be a terrible blow if I wield it in rotational motion with all my body power.

The blow breaks through armor of inferior quality compared to the previous captain and pierces his belly.

Make sure it's fatal, give up early on pulling the sword deep into your armor, and run toward the men who are still trying to pull through the pierced arrows.

Then he hurries with a slight face and throws away his bow and sets up his sword.

But I can't help but be slow.

"I will never let you get away with it. Kill them all!"

You can't let one get away with this. It would be troublesome if they called my people.

Even if we kill them all, if these guys don't come back, this village will be suspected first, and people will be dispatched, but I want to buy some time.

I progressed with a beastly look on my face.