I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

"Huh!

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Ugh.

When Fran slashes every pseudo-fanatical sword out of his raider, that magic pours into me. Co-eating activated.

Naturally. The opponent is thought to be a counterfeit of the Divine Sword Fanatics. I mean, I'm a fellow Abandoned Divine Sword.

No, maybe even a divine sword can eat it...... I don't think I can destroy those super weapons.

(Master, are you okay?

"It's okay."

(Eat together, why don't you take it off?

'No... I don't want to miss the opportunity to be strengthened without relying on self-evolution, even if it's only a few. I'm gonna keep going.'

(Okay. next prey retreat)

"Ooh."

(But don't push me)

"Oh, I know."

Do-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!

From inside the mansion, sporadic destructive sounds, thought to be due to witchcraft, and people's screams were heard. Considering that all the raiders are manipulated and do not raise their voices, this scream will mean that all belong to the soldiers of the Mansion.

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"Shit!"

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"This guy's strong too!

The Raiders are always quite powerful. Almost everyone possesses sword sacred art, and a state of potential liberation. It also has the effect of annihilating magic and release skills.

Fran's speed couldn't even be taken advantage of in narrow places, and it was hard to knock him down with one blow. It would be easier if I could snipe a long shot with magic, but it would be wiped out.

Yet the other side unleashes bang magic. It was pretty nasty.

- Wind cutter.

"Ha!

Fran approaches at once, scratching and diving the wind magic unleashed by the raider woman. He was a raider who would react even though he was taken blind spot, but if he came this close, it would be a purely swordsmanship skill battle. After several rounds of slashing, the Raiders are defeated.

"You even have the ability to play."

"Mmm. Ugly."

It's Fran, which is why it's all done to a vulgar degree, but it'll be tough on the soldiers. No matter how strong you say you are, that means you are a soldier.

"Guh!"

"Fran!"

"Mmm!"

Breaking through a nearby door, a bloody soldier was blown away. Fran tried to do some healing magic on the soldiers he took, but it wouldn't activate.

'No! Destroy the pseudo-fanatical sword first!

"Okay!

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He snatches the sword from the swordsman's hand, which has been slashed to chase the soldier, and kicks the raider's jaw with all his might. He slapped me into the neck of a fallen swordsman and slashed a pseudo-divine sword after poking the swordsman's heart intact and taking his life. Again, if it's a one-on-one slash, it's fine.

"Okay, if you don't have a pseudo-fanatical sword nearby, you can use magic."

The recovery of a soldier who was dying was made in time. Slap gently on the cheek and you'll wake up.

"Are you okay?"

"Ugh... you are..."

"The wound healed. Is there anything that hurts?

"Thank you...... What happened to everyone in the dining room..."

"Leave it to me."

Even if the wound heals, he leaves a soldier unable to move because he bleeds too much, and Fran enters the room where he pops out.

It seems to be a dining room for servants and soldiers, as the soldiers said. Inside the large room, several maids and soldiers were seen lying down. I thought the carpet was red, and the gray carpet is stained with blood!

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"Mm!"

It was Fran, who was about to be slashed by the raiders, but his opponent went into unexpected behavior. Oh, my God, I poked a blade at a maid who was losing her mind at her feet. Obviously holding them hostage.

I wasn't expecting these raiders to behave this intelligently, so I was surprised.

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But even if these guys themselves are incapable of thinking, there are those who are manipulating them. I don't know how and to what extent that can give detailed orders, but I guess we can at least let individual raiders make detailed and precise moves.

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The Raiders don't do anything, they just keep their blades on the maid's neck. This would make time pass for nothing. Maybe I'm going to buy some time for my people to come.

"Fran, I'll do it."

(Okay)

Fran nodded softly at my words, subtly pointing that cut at the raider.

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Raiders stand guard, lightly. But it's no use.

"Dora!

Our distance is very far away. It's the end and end of the big dining room. Because of that, the magic knockout effect had not reached this point.

If so, there is only one thing to do.

I popped up with a mindfulness catapult, shattering the raider's head and pseudo-fanatical sword. Whether it's powered up or not, you didn't seem to be able to respond to the mind-blowing catapult at this distance!

Even if you can destroy your skills, you won't be the first to stop the acceleration you've gained. It is exactly what we aim for.

'I don't know what these guys are up to, but let's just go to Count Baileys!

"Okay."

We took care of a maid who still had breath among those who had fallen in the room, and we decided to leave her to the soldiers to escort the Count upstairs.

I also thought the Count himself was fine because he was quite skilled, but stronger than the enemy thought. Maybe even the Count was dangerous.

Pack the distance and slash down the assault of the raiders coming from the top of the stairs by magic with a three-dimensional movement scaffolding the walls and ceilings.

That's how he ran into Count Baileys' office while eliminating his enemies, where the Count was kneeling in his full-blown creativity. He bled out of his dominant arm, and he can't hold his sword.

Besides, the raiders are trying to set up an exact chase right now. Looks like she had a haircut.

"Yabe! We have to help!

"Mmm! Ha!

Among the raiders that surround the Count, they approach the closest man from behind and ambush and cut him from his right shoulder to his left side.

Further clockwise on the spot, I tried to flatten the man's torso on the left side, but it was flattened.

"You avoid attacks from behind!

If we were to focus on the flow, we should have used the momentum that slashed the man on the right to slash him anti-clockwise. I would have attacked you fastest. However, that would be a frontal attack for the enemy.

That's why I dared to kill the momentum but cut it off my back clockwise. But the raiders were twisting and dodging the slaughter as it unbalanced.

Apparently there are five people here - four now though. Apparently, some of these raiders are particularly skilled. Level of Kensei art is 5. Besides, he was physically capable.

"Princess Black Thunder! Thanks!"

"Back off!

"Shit. If I could just use the potion, I could fight it too."

The Count crushes with remorse and stares at the stain of water made into a carpet at his feet. There was an empty potion bottle rolling around near it.

Apparently, he swung a potion to heal his arm injury, but the magic knockout effect turned him into mere water.

'Fran! All these guys have magic. Fighting while protecting the Count is tight!

"Mmm! I'll decide at once! Sword deification!"

It's not a place to train, it's the first sword deification in action in a long time. I can see the power has dwelt in me. At the same time, I knew that my body had swept from the inside and the countdown had begun.

In a battlefield ready for long-term battle where the number of enemies is unknown, the type of skill that cuts itself is not user-friendly, but I can't say the same here.

Besides, even if it could only be used for a short period of time, sword deification, which simply increases in power with the arm of swordsmanship, was compatible with the ability to defeat magic.

Fran comes forward, wielding the signs of the mighty, enough that the adjective overwhelming seems adorable. His face was calm, backed by the power of rambling around in it and the presence that surrounded him.

I don't know if these raiders have feelings of fright, but I guess I understood that Fran turned into something dangerous. It strikes me in unison.

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"Shit."

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"Phew."

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"Ha."

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"Go."

And it's over.

Something's so vain. It was so lightly settled. Each of them had sword sacrifice, had no fear of death, and had defeated their opponents, who were fine with themselves for the sake of their companions, just waved their swords four times. Sword deification seems to grant divine attributes, but you wouldn't have needed one of those.

Each slash was comparable in power to the Sword King move. But is it natural to think about it? Sword King moves are the ultimate slaughter. A perfect blow with everything in place, we think that's the Sword King move.

What if the sword is truly extreme and all the slaughter that rolls out is perfect? Wouldn't even casual slaughter be a sword king move? No, although the Sword King move may be the move to recreate that slash.

It won't be true that the Sword God is moving Fran's body, but I guess this is the realm of God beyond sword king art.

Well, that's why the burden on us is so great. We released the sword deification, exhaled each other deeply and made sure each other was safe.

(Master, are you okay?

'I don't know... Every time I slaughtered him, his endurance was banged down, and he didn't feel comfortable alive. How's Fran?

(tired)

The reduced endurance value does not recover at all, nor does it hammer the depletion of the franc. It was still a difficult skill to use in action.