I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

Together with the adventurers, we managed to destroy the anti-magic swarm in Bultoli.

But there were still big guys left. Fran, who was standing next to Isario, who had extinguished the flames, heard a blurry voice.

As long as those big boobs remain, I think it's better to think that the anti-magic will gush out.

"Hmm. Well, what do we do?"

Do you want me to do it?

Is that okay?

It must have conveyed the motivation in Franc's eyes. Isario shrugged her shoulders lightly.

"Well, Uncle, if you can relax, I won't complain." Besides, he's too close to town. Besides, you want to do it, right? "

Nnh!

Well then, do your best.

The opening of the Divine Sword twice a day was also quite a risk for Isario. Not only was the level dropped, but the recoil was considerable.

Besides, as Isario said, this place was too close to town. It would be a bit of a hassle for Isario to control it so it doesn't get damaged.

If we can defeat Franc, that's it. But as long as I dealt damage, Izario might be able to stop it without releasing the sword.

At least, it seemed that he decided that it would not be bad for Franc.

(Master, I'll do it!)

Well, I can't depend on Isario all the time.

(Nh! If you let me use the Divine Sword again and again, I'm sure it will be dangerous in Isario)

Franc must have known that Isario wasn't doing the right thing. It hides well, but there is still a definite recoil.

It's hard to say that we've recovered from the fierce battles we've had on this continent. But it would have been much better than the Isario now. While Franc was asleep, he recovered a lot.

A weak attack might be prevented by that amniotic fluid. It also contained a lot of magic power. That's why I'm accumulating and releasing the full blow. "

"Hmm. Okay."

Fran nodded with determination and carried me on his shoulder. Then, I looked back at my back.

Adventurers and Isario watching over Fran. But they're not the only ones Franc cares about.

What's the matter, Franc?

(full, dead)

... that's right.

(That's why... hmmm?)

Fran looks at the gates and the adventurers sleeping beyond. You'll never get up again, adventurers.

Until now, Franc was only as conscious as many other adventurers as his peers. I don't think I had any strong feelings about him as a companion.

However, after fighting, singing, and feasting with the adventurers, it seemed that a sense of fellowship towards the adventurers had emerged.

And with so many of those adventurers dead, it seems that their mysterious feelings for Franco have sprung up. Fran himself doesn't seem to know why he feels that way.

I can't translate my feelings and twist my neck. But I don't think I'm ever in a bad mood. When I stared at the giant anti-magic again, it seemed like I had a new temper.

(...... I will definitely protect this town!)

Oh, right.

While walking toward the giant anti-magic, Fran slowly refined his magic power.

I can't say that I have as much time, but it's not as if I'm so cut off that in a few minutes the doom will hit me.

I had enough time to build up my strength and prepare for a serious blow.

I'm also exerting my magic power just like Fran.

From time to time, an anti-magic gushed out around the slowly walking flan. However, shortly after the appearance of the anti-magic forces, they were instantly killed by a flame launched from behind.

Strongest cover. Not so many rearguards could be so relieved.

"Uuuu... haaaa..."

Fran kept walking at the same pace without distracting his consciousness by the signs of the anti-magic. The breathing gradually deepened, and each time, the magic power inside the flan increased abnormally.

While I was there, no magic energy was leaking from the shards. This is a testament to my ability to fully focus on my magic power without any waste.

When the distance with the giant anti-magic was reduced to about 100 meters, I transferred the franc. Because Franc wanted that to happen.

The franc begins to fall at the same time as the metastasis.

Looking at the giant anti-magic underneath with a sharp eye, he looked at the orange sun, which had begun to lower its altitude slightly.

"Awakening, radiant thunder... Ursi!"

On!

Are you still tired?

Galoo!

Well then, help me out.

Gull!

The urchin is exhausted, but seems to have recovered enough to shake its forefoot. When Franco and Ursi jumped up in the air, the timing was aligned with Ajisu's breathing.

Gahhhhhh!

Haaaa!

Fran is knocked down by Ursi's forefoot. It was a wolf-style battleship.

From the high altitude filled with cold air, the franc accelerates toward the giant anti-magic. Instantly, my blade was wrapped in black lightning.

It was a black thunder with a subtle twist. It wasn't just granted to me, but I could see that the converged black lightning was mixing with my magic and increasing my attack power.

Black Thunder God Claw!

Among the black lightning moves, it was a special move that was particularly difficult.

It was one of Franc's most powerful attacks, combining the Wolf Battleship with the Black Thunder God Claw. But if we succeed.

Haa!

Sharp exhalation and slashing slashes were launched - a giant anti-amniotic had been cut off in a single stroke.

Don! Don!

At the same time, a vast amount of black lightning unleashed burned its entire body. A tremendous amount of heat evaporated the amniotic fluid wrapped in a giant anti-magic. White mist drifting around.

Are you sure you want to inhale this? For now, let's cover the perimeter with the wind barrier.

With the impact of the black lightning, the giant anti-magic body collapsed to the left and right.

Fran, who had descended from a distance due to my transfer, groaned regretfully as he poked one knee.

"...... ah"

I could still feel some magic from the giant anti-magic. I could see the section that was torn apart slowly flourishing.

We couldn't defeat the Giant Anti-Magic with a single blow to our bodies. No, I could have defeated him if I had the power I expected.

However, the control of the Black Thunder God Claw was slightly reduced, and the power of the Slashing Strike was reduced. The giant anti-magic was depleted, but it was still trying to regenerate.

However, I'm not worried about Franc or me, but I wasn't worried.

Gwwww!

In front of us, I saw countless flames pouring down into a giant antimagic. The goal of defeating him could not be achieved, but I was able to do the least I could to lighten Isario's burden.

There was no sign of the Divine Sword. It was decided that it would be possible without releasing it. As a result, the giant anti-magic with both red flames was burned up and turned into ashes.