Fake Holy Sword Story ～I Was Taken Along When I Sold My Childhood Friend～

A black arm that stretches from the ground to the sky, and the numerous counts that are swung down also come to pass.

They clenched their fists firmly and, over and over with the aim of falling to the ground, they were obstinately waved down.

Zugan! and fists that failed to capture his body smash the ground.

It showed that it was so destructive that it easily crushed the hard paved earth.

And Flor, who constantly receives such devastating fists all over his body.

Powered by life expectancy at a price, he has dramatically improved his offense as well as his defense.

That's why I had my breath even when I was slapped on the ground, but that was definitely a loss of life for a regular person.

It was such a highly durable flor, but that was now the vendetta.

"Damn!? Grrr!? Ha, Tsuzushi...... gibberish!!

Flor's scream rises small and his voice for help is forced to interrupt by having his face smashed with his fist.

Hell, hell. What he is savoring now is just hell.

It doesn't give me a counterattack, or a gap to escape.

I just have to stick around on the spot and keep getting the hard fists that are swung down.

"Ha, ha...! What...?

Suddenly black arms disappear.

Suddenly freed from hell, Flor was more perplexed than pleased.

Why have you been freed now? I see Alistair as chilling, but he's still getting a black temper out of his whole body, and it never means he's back to his former self.

Then why...?

The answer was soon to be known.

[OOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Alistair growls up and looks up to heaven.

Then a dark cloud began to enter the clear sky.

And its black clouds instantly covered and concealed the blue sky, turning the area into a dark world where the sun's rays could not be reached.

Above all, it is heterogeneous in that its black clouds whirl over Alistair.

It is as if a black cloud is wrapping around the ocean, like a vortex that arises in the sea.

It was such a sight that those who were fighting away also stopped their hands and looked up at the sky in a dazzling manner.

Zuzu...... and what emerged from its vortex.

It was a giant giant fist with a bunch of red muscles running to dye and pulse black.

"Ha, ha..."

Flor, who was beaten all over his body and could not even get up instead of running away, laughed thirstyly when he saw the natural disaster in his sight as he fell asleep on his back.

Oh, yeah. I want to be a little gentle about the cruel world.

To that end, I was thinking of acquiring mighty power and of myself reigning at the top of the world.

This is all the power. That's what humans wouldn't lose that way if they were opponents.

I had that confidence, and the fact is, that was all the power that brought so many comrades together on him.

But... I couldn't beat Alistair in front of me. In the first place, I can't.

There's no way humans can beat a natural disaster.

"Dimensions are... different..."

The moment I squealed like that, a giant fist was dropped from the sky looking for a falling flor.

of large masses… it was the same as meteorites that easily destroyed the body of the grinning Flor.

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"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!! He doesn't know I'm here!!

The blazing storm was awesome.

My fist waved down that I couldn't destroy the flor, and the moment I crashed into the ground, the sound of a huge magic burst and a blast blew away.

Robust buildings also easily disintegrate and are very dangerous with debris flying around.

And Magali, who had no fighting ability whatsoever to be in such a blast, was in a very dangerous state.

Roll the gobble and the ground and throw up a curse against Alistair.

Still, she never sustained any major injuries, probably because the Holy Sword, which was rolling nearby, built a wall of magic to protect her.

Since the Holy Sword today does not emit much of a disastrous atmosphere, the force that could have been used when it was a pure Holy Sword was also available.

"... I knew it was Alistair's fault that I went crazy."

"What about Alistair and Flor?

The shock finally subsides and Magali turns her attention to the blast site.

There he was, Flor, who also stopped working with Pickle.

The large, thick body, by the way, had bent and its thickness had diminished.

"... eh. Demon Sword, your power?

"That's not true......"

Both Magali and the Holy Sword can only be dismayed by this power.

It was good that Flor, the current threat, could be rendered powerless because he said he would take away his abilities and kill them for her.

However, the problem is......

"... Alistair, I'm staying that way"

Yes, Alistair, who defeated Flor at the heart, remains distracted from his entire body.

"Phew, Mr. Flor!?

"You did it!? You're not going home alive!!

There was a natural mutation, his comrades who came worried about Flor.

Seeing Flor sinking in the heart of a giant crater, the black man standing in front of him - hitting Alistair with anger and hostility.

And they make magical attacks and melee fights......

'No!!

Such words of the Holy Sword never, naturally, reached them.

[OOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Alistair shouts and kicks the ground to pieces.

Then, the ground stains black again, from which black arms stretch out in large quantities.

"Gahhhhhhhhh!?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!

From there, it is a unilateral ravage.

The looming magic attack easily jumps the arm, instead twisting the fist counter.

Those who tried to wage a melee are not even allowed to get close in the first place.

On the one hand, it was knocked down by numerous arms.

"Uh... wasn't that, like, dead? It's powerful..."

"Hey! Not if you're relaxing! We need to do something about Alistair... not even the world, but at least this country is going to be in big trouble!

"I don't care about the country..."

"Cold!"

While Magali and the holy sword were in sight, all those who were attacked to take Flor's vengeance were knocked down with black arms.

In the end, they were shown the difference in the force of the roll, which could not even force Alistair to deliver the attack, and they were all to fall to the ground.

"Wow... not corpses all the time..."

'If you are relaxing!? If we keep this up, we'll go to Mara's place and attack even her buddies...!

Basically, I don't care about others. Magali also noticed the boulders hitting Alistair in that state on those who came to help herself.

As the Holy Sword says, I don't mind trying to stop him somehow.

But......

"... there's an operation to stop it?

"Ugh..."

The means to stop Alistair in that state did not come to mind even with the Holy Sword.

I mean, I have the knowledge I've gained over hundreds of years, but I've never had anything like Alistair.

In the first place, I don't even know if that black power is magical, or why it's unconscious.

"Is there something in Alistair...?

I've also made such a hypothesis...... that wasn't something that would help me do something about him right now.

Seeing such a holy sword, Magali...

"Ha... you have no choice. Well, it's not funny when he's in that state."

"What? Hey, hey! It's dangerous! '

Magali, who exhaled, said so and walked out.

Ahead is Alistair, who is still dangling around with so overwhelming a force that it causes a natural mutation.

The Holy Sword hastily tries to stop her at that appearance, which walks over peacefully without any preparation and without much fright, but walks away with Stasta without even hearing the words.

[Ooooooooooooooo!!

Alistair left in a blast.

That power is enough to easily take a person's life even if it has been plundered a little.

Although he has the ability to deactivate, Magali, otherwise similar to the average person... or less physical ability, would die lightly.

But the colour of fright was not dusty on her face as she approached such a rampant Alistair.

Because there's no way he'd do anything to hurt himself.

The fact is, it's messed up the surrounding buildings and stuff, but those black arms were never directed at Magali in any way.

For this reason, it is easy to get close to him, where Magali......

"- - Thank you"

That's what I said, hugging Alistair's black body flutteringly.

"Fight Flor and thank you for knocking me down"

That's pure gratitude.

"You really wouldn't have liked it, thanks for coming after me"

A feeling of mercy towards Alistair.

"You helped me...... thanks"

Above all, I was overwhelmed with joy.

In the wake of such Magali's words, the power slowly falls out of Alistair's body, which was stretched out.

The black swirling clouds that covered the sky slowly disappeared, as did the black temper and arms that were erupting from the earth.

"Magali......"

To the sight, the Holy Sword reminded me of something I miss.

Once upon a time sight. Old memory.

She was even said to be a symbol of the kingdom, merciful to the people and gently embracing them with that mercy.

The Holy Sword had remembered her figure, which was the origin of the Virgin.

And now Magali is really what the Virgin herself looked like then......

When the Holy Sword was thinking about that, sooo much black fell out of Alistair's body.

"... what are you holding on to me, you. You like me?

"Alistair!

To Alistair, who spoke out, the Holy Sword raises a voice of joy.

His voice, which gradually disappeared black, looked somewhere frightened.

I guess I'm tired. He seemed unable to stand firmly on his own leg and kept it in Magali, where he would hold about half his weight.

Without reluctance or avoidance, she was rather trying to feel its temperature and breath in a strong embrace.

The relationship between the two of them was dewy.

"That's not true. When you're hugged."

"No, it doesn't feel like a hug..."

"What. You don't like it?

Magali swells her cheeks like a muck.

Alistair is bending his knees so he can't see the expression because he's trying to put his jaw on her and each other's shoulders with a slight height difference, but he generally guesses because he hit his soft cheek.

Besides, when you ask me if I don't like it in the first place...

"... no, nothing"

"Okay, that's good."

"... well"

Magali with a satisfied grin.

In contrast, Alistair also closes her eyes softly.

What a calm and understandable air flows in places like the big craters, the wrecked buildings, and the floors of the dead.

'Now we're not lovers, so...!?

Above all, it was the Holy Sword that was at war.