I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

It was Nighthardt, who kept hitting Hilt's ranged offense, but he immediately started fighting back.

"Shhh!

Nighthardt's arms, which shouted, change greatly without hanging for five seconds.

It was a roach sickle. Two arms to the front are turning into a giant roach thing. Drop it with dalari and it will be long enough to touch the ground sparingly.

Moreover, its shaping was more vicious than that of roaches present in nature. There are a number of short, thick thorny objects growing throughout, the blade side is very sharp, as if the knife were innumerable.

The green crust, which reflected the rays of sunshine, made us see that it would be as hard as metal.

After all, it seems that the body wasn't the only one that could be changed by worming.

When Nighthardt wraps his magic around both sickles, he swings continuously. At first glance, it looked like he attacked the dark clouds around him, but he didn't.

Apparently, they sensed Hilt's empty grip and intercepted him before he was attacked. In addition, the motion was connected to the attack.

From his arm, a magic blade was ejected and struck by a hilt.

"Shit."

In order to avoid the attack, Hilt also has to move off the spot. I still didn't stop releasing an empty grip as I carved the steps and dodged Nighthardt's flying blade.

It became a development of ranged attacks against each other, but more than a dozen seconds later it stops attacking at the same time.

Both of them would have understood that even if they were attacking each other like this, it would not be obvious.

From the edges and edges of the stage, both bump into each other's gaze.

After a moment of silence, there is a loud cheer as if there was an explosion from the audience.

"Shh, wow! Too fast! We can't capture everything! But now I know there was a tremendous offense going on ~! Initially, I was wondering if Hiltoria, a rank A adventurer as Demitris' successor, would be in his favor, but Nighthardt, the instant blade, the leader of the mercenary regiment, hasn't lost either!

Nighthardt squeaks after the commentator screams.

"Phew. I'm not the captain anymore."

"Heh? Did you get fired?

"Ha, I wonder if I will for once. I really wanted to quit before I got to this tournament, but everyone was so against it. Still, I've been forced out of office. I got word yesterday that everyone had accepted me, so I'm a freelance mercenary."

The voice will be cancelled by cheer and the audience won't hear it. I can pick it up because it's me.

But aren't you the captain anymore? Why not? He said Hilt thought the same thing about me, and he's asking Nighthardt back.

"Why? I don't think you need to retire to compete in the tournament?

"Well, because I'm of good age, too. It means we have to give up our seats."

"Nice try."

I guess Hilt, who is trained by Demitris as his successor, sometimes wonders what Nighthardt says. He has a slightly distressed look and squeaks like that.

At first glance, it seems to be blooming in public discourse, but naturally that can't be all.

We find ourselves building up strength, aiming at each other's gaps.

"I don't want to use this any more because it gets a little rough... I have no choice."

The first one to move was Nighthardt. seconds from whining, its back boggling and uplifting. And a big nani was showing up breaking through his clothes.

It was a wing. They look just like insect wings. The same goes for the previous Orihalcon armor, but he's got a big empty back so he won't get in the way when he grows these wings.

In addition, the torso, visible from gaps in the neck and armor, was also seen covered in green crusts. The lower body is also greatly enlarged, and the trousers, which should have been loosely sized, swell up into the bread.

But the biggest difference is the atmosphere. The intimidation has not just increased. Mixed with the sharp killings emanating from its body, it emitted something like a hunger that clearly preceded its prey.

That is what is haunting the signs of violence, like a brutal warcraft that whispers its tongue.

"Giggy...... shhhhhhhhhh!

"Huh!"

Hilt gave a look of surprise for a moment at the roar as if it were an unreasonable warcraft. I guess I was puzzled by the gap between Nighthardt, who was a gentleman, and what he looks like now, where beastiality prevails over humanity.

The audience is also breathtaking for the first time in its transformation.

The moment the silence wrapped the arena, Hilt was being slammed into the juncture.

Nighthardt approached Hilt at some point and attacked him with that sickle.

It was such a tremendous travel speed that the expression fast was not enough. When those watching noticed, they were moving from the edge of the stage to the edge.

Nighthardt's speed had reached such an area that it could not be captured by me or even Fran due to its complete worming.

"Ha ha..."

Hilt's left hand is dancing through the universe. It looks like it was unilaterally attacked, but it's not. If it's that Nighthardt attack, you should be able to break off your defenseless opponent.

The fact that it was done only with the left arm meant that it reacted slightly.

But there was no surprise at that, and Nighthardt moved again. When he appears in front of the hilt as if he had moved momentarily, he rolls his hands out.

Hilt doesn't move. Is it up to you this time?

No, Hilt wasn't unresponsive.

"Gishy!"

Nighthardt didn't touch anything, bounced backwards. How dare you hit the counter by chi against the speed of Nighthardt's cross-dimensional level?

I guess I was predicting Nighthardt's movements.

But I couldn't perfectly crush Nighthardt's offense. The tip of both sickles chooses the shoulder mouth of the hilt and overflows a lot of blood.

The opposing Nighthardt immediately uses the momentum of the wings to jump.

"Giggy...... giggy!

There was a deep hole in its chest. Adamantite's armor is pierced and the crust beneath it is submerged. But it doesn't look like he cares.

"You mean insects don't have pain? Then you just have to crush it until it stops moving."

I lost my left hand and bled a lot. Still, he didn't look vulnerable to Hilt. On the contrary, he even laughs invincibly.

"Ha! Demitris Stream Depth/Heaven!

I could see a tremendous amount of mind wrapping around Hilt's entire body screaming like that. It's like you're wearing compressed, materialized armor.

Is that a defensive capability? If I thought so, it was different.

"Giggly!"

"Ha ha!

Oh, my God, I could see it moving at a speed close to Nighthardt. No, I haven't seen everything. Still, I could feel it.

Deep Righteousness seems to be a move that multiplies all physical abilities.

Nighthardt's moves are, to be honest, on a level we don't even understand. Speed further than the flan using Flash Rapid Thunder. Fast flight, to sudden braking and rapid acceleration made possible by the use of wings.

If we're the ones on that spot, and there's no countermeasure, it's possible we've already been defeated. No, you'll most likely be losing the first blow.

Hilt's movements weren't lost against such a nighthardt either. The speed of the straight line would be slightly inferior. But its turning speed and agility are abnormal.

I don't know how, but I used my wings to respond perfectly to a tricky move Nighthardt, sometimes setting it up to the feint with even more incredible cushioning spontaneous movements.

The offense between the two increases in intensity, and the shadow flies around the interior of the junction and moves around in a dimension that cannot be followed by the eye again, wondering if it will appear at times.

Hilt wasn't losing by hand, even though he had lost one arm. It wasn't just the fist, it wasn't the sharpness of the kick.

The shock emitted during the attack causes a roar and destroys the stage.

Fighting in the interdimensional realm between supermen would have lasted nearly a few minutes after that. But the end came abruptly to the battle.

"Gu...... Huh!

Earlier, the limits came to Hilt. The armor of the mind that was covering his entire body disappears, falling and laying on the spot. He couldn't stand the load caused by the fast manoeuvre that lasted and the kicking moves he was forced to use. Looks like my leg bones are broken. I don't see how I can stand up immediately.

The opposing nighthardt also appeared to be quite worn out. I can't stand my own speed and my wings are worn out. With more than a dozen seconds to go, it could have been Nighthardt who couldn't move first.

"Gigi......"

As Nighthardt moves in front of the hilt, he shakes up the double sickle. At that moment, I felt like I was haunting a calm sign like the original Nighthardt.

Even if you seem to be losing your reason, I guess the basics are Nighthardt.

"Greece!"

Nighthardt's arms swung down, Hilt's neck flying - never, and both of those arms were guarding against the fierce sickle.

"Huh? Why?

"O, on!

Fran and Ursi are also surprised. Probably because Hilt's arm grew in an instant. This is the effect of Hilt's recycled pendant.

Ability is simple, only once, heals damage including limb defects. However, it is disposable and suffers from severe pain for a few minutes after use.

Hilt was keeping this warm. By leaving his chopped left arm alone, he assumed that Fran, Ursi and even Nighthardt had no means to recover.

And he used his healed arms to prevent attacks all over him.

The hilt grips and holds a blade that eats up to the middle of its own palm. Nighthardt seemed to have tried to pull the sickle, but he could not escape.

Hilt, who devours more and bleeds out, but seals his opponent's movements exactly as he aims, has a tremendous grin.

"Garuda!

I'm surprised Hilt got up in front of us. From a fully asleep situation, instantly upright with unusual movements like a wake-up spill.

Looks like they released magic from their backs and used the momentum. Is it the ability of a move called Garuduro?

"Ahhh! Night fork!"

Without killing the momentum, Hilt slammed his own head thoroughly into the nighthart in front of him.

It's the head of a man and a roach. At first glance, the hilt seems unfavourable. But there was an enormous swirl of chi in its head. It's dense enough to wonder where you twisted it out of.

Is this the effect of a move called a night fork that you screamed just before? Or another skill?

Goga!

A dull noise rang. Hilt's forehead is severed deep and blood is scattered.

And Nighthardt's head was crushed to pieces, scattering red and green shards, like an overripe watermelon slapped with a stick.

"Eh, settle! It's settled! Shortly after they thought the battle was decided, the Great Reversal Play! This is no good! Ahhh, Hiltoria fell and fell at the same time! Medical team! Hurry up!

I see several healing magicians rushing towards a hilt that bleeds a frightening amount of blood from the head and doesn't even move Pickley. I guess it was really a critical battle.

"Both strong"

Obviously, they're both superficial. To win, this one will need to die out, too. Still, there's no fine dust in the way I noticed Fran.

You look happy.

"Mmm! Next up is Hilt and... Fun."