It’s Sudden, but I Came to Another World! But I Hope to Live Safely

Purshro, Larheit's assassin who fought in Tayz. He was a disciple of Gradona and his strength was very high. Above all, what was troublesome was the changeover of a freakishly spontaneous style of combat utilizing its whimsical character. As a countermeasure, "I" hand-clapped Parshro at a time when his mood would change to signal the Ilias and the others. This time it's the application.

"- Again!

In Arc Real, who is not comfortable attacking himself, he cannot defeat the protection of Ilias from the front. That's why I'm going to need some odd tricks to poke at Ilias' intentions, but it's this behavior that keeps me from doing it.

A side effect of wearing superhuman eyeglasses that get amazing moving vision is that your body can barely move. It's hard enough to do something about blinking, but that's enough.

I sense Arclial trying to move into some sort of oddity and close the eyes that are open on the superhuman eyeglass side. Then switch to the naked eye and perform the hand clap.

I can slap my hands with my eyes closed, but if I don't keep arcreal in my sight at all, it's not something I know what I'm going to do.

"Up......"

Different motion vision with left and right eyes, work while switching it over and over. It interferes with the sense of equilibrium and so on in order for the brain to accept it as multiple pieces of information, but to that extent, it is a cheap consideration.

Arc Real can't attack as much as he thinks because Ilias increases his alert at the time he tries to set it up. While attacking unilaterally, I can see the bitterness seeping into my expression.

"Fuck the way you fight...!

"Who said you didn't mind dealing with everyone at once? Looks like he's in a lot of a hurry for one of his signals."

"Huh!"

In a state like the one you are declaring you will now set up, you cannot defeat Ilias in Arclial. The action that Archreal should take is to stop the attack on Ilias and point the sword towards' me '.

But cheap pride is in the way, and Archreal can't do that. Because only this man has nothing to bet on this fight.

There are things in Real and Larheit that I have been determined to have to do throughout my life. But Archreal said that if we could fight the mighty enemy, that would be fine. I only have curiosity.

A man who can kill in an instant if he wants to, slaps his hand, I don't want to admit I'm stuffed with that act alone. If I have to, I don't want to find a limit on myself. The feeling is even pushing away emotions like fighting for my people.

At this rate, we'll be fine. The rest are penetrating members... but here comes the third signal!

"Archreal! All the members who have just entered have contacted me. I went through everything in the middle and made sure it was the end of the line."

"I don't know what that is... Huh! Dude, REAL lost!?

That's what I'm talking about.

I defeated Real, this is huge. It was the placement of the penetrating members that I thought about, but I had given up thinking about which teams would be hindered by who. I'd like to believe that maybe around the Hark Dock has spun me around.

If you read to a real opponent, you always lose. Then let Real alone read each other, and this side went into operations such as letting their own freedom. Forget it can be called an operation.

Reality would have been an almost undefeated life out of that talent, but this one's a knockout. The number of defeats to an opponent who is smarter than himself and who reads his thoughts is no different from the number of victories. But I lived the experience when I beat those people.

Their readings were sharp, and they made it easier to read "Me". But when someone who "I" used as a pawn acted on his own initiative, the reading was often insane.

Reality also illusioned that 'I' was manipulating everyone to his will, and turned too much consciousness to the reading with 'I'. That would create the possibility of being slapped on the leg.

There will be a winning chance from scratch, so we will give up the fight.

"Lying...... isn't it? You won't have to throw up a lie that doesn't make sense."

"Oh, you're going to fight here to the end anyway, aren't you?

"Sort of. I'm surprised that Real lost, but it looks like Real still had the means to buy more time."

When Necthar completes resuscitation magic, it is necessary to have Necthar restrict its use because of contract magic in order to prevent it from being removed.

Probably describing that construction method on something, so that it can only be used after arranging for Reality and Larheit to be available.

You cannot unilaterally break the contract magic. So if the route between Real and Larheit is a hit, the two of you shouldn't be able to fill that path. Then it should be considered that the third route, the path of Serraes, was a hit.

Serrayes is in a cooperative relationship with Larheit, but its purpose is to preserve world order. Then I guess it was not a good idea for resuscitation magic to cross into Reality and Larkheit.

Using that emotion, Riyal induced Serraes to fill the correct route he had prepared.

"I guess he said he used Serrayes to poke a contract magic hole. I actually let him fill the hole...... But, well, that's not supposed to happen."

"What... it's not a loser, is it?

"Reality is not a match for reading in the first place. I imagine many streets if it's about the subsequent expansion of wins and losses. It's been a long time since the first team pulled the hassle path. If it's about the passage you buried with the penetration, it's about time you broke through."

The team, which was a hazy path, has instructed them to dig that path until the path of the hit is discovered. It would not have to be if it were a passage that had been buried from the beginning, and it would not be that deep if the placement had been made and then the hole filled arbitrarily by Serraes. In anticipation of that possibility, each team is evenly staffed with candidates who are good at digging the ground.

"... I don't think I would normally think that much."

"It's the cowardly sex that thinks so much."

"This is really Necthal guy, he could get hit. Do you want me to hang it with words of comfort?"

Things change a little bit about Archreal. The rush to attack earlier is gone, and it seems to have calmed down. Reality lost, and Arc Real no longer needs to hurry, in a situation of uncertainty about whether Necthar's ex can be reached.

I'd appreciate it if you'd just step back here, but this guy's the kind of person who puts some muscle through. He will continue to keep his promises to Real as long as he can.

But it's convenient that he no longer intends to head underground, and now this man will continue to defend his pride until the end. The biggest force, arcreal, is still alive, and Ilias still has to stick to it.

"Ilias, we're moving on to the next measure! I'll take care of it!"

"Oh, I've been entrusted!

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"Finally...... finally done...... resuscitation magic...... no doubt the same one Yugra knitted...... but this is......!

Necthal's solo, no, you're not talking to yourself because I'm listening to you? Uh, but you're not saying anything to me.

"Oh my goodness. I didn't expect the inhabitants of this world to complete their resurrection magic on their own. Besides, I slipped through Yugra's nets."

"- Colorless Demon King Huh!?

"Don't be alarmed, but okay? I'm just here to send you a compliment. I can't get my hands on you, man, your planned resuscitation magic building plan is perfect. No, no, I'm afraid so."

Yes, applause. I feel a little lonely on my own, but I don't want to go as far as splitting up, so give me a break?

"... are you here to tease me"

"That's right. Oh, wow. That's great, huh? Necthar, you will now be free to continue to give birth to a new demon king. He's the Demon King, he's the Demon King, he's the Demon King, right?

"You knew, you haha! I know, my... my!

"Oh, I knew it. Resurrection magic can reborn people as demon kings. Yeah, people."

The purpose of Necthar is to become the Demon King himself. I'm not interested in what you're doing in the same position as King Bee. But that's a wish that won't come true. Only humans can use resuscitation magic, and demonic bodies can't benefit from it. It's the first time I've noticed that specification after using it on myself. Ah, that's sad.

No, the moment when someone else's efforts are wasted is great! I should have brought rice, absolutely delicious!

"You're being sarcastic. I don't know that the miracle that betrayed the Lord so much that he threw it all out and grabbed it is reserved for others?

"What am I doing this for... What am I doing..."

Well, you stirred him up and you whine and you ignore my words. If you had come to kill me, you could have played with him a little.

"Hey, are you listening -? It's time for the nostalgic one to come to this place.... No, this is totally broken."

Necthar guy, you don't even see the shadow on his intelligent face until just now. This doesn't seem so difficult to dispose of.

The annoying real-life also safely fell off, and Larheit fell into the hands of the 'Earthlings' side as well. At this rate, there doesn't seem to be any more curtains for me.

Yugra's guy said, 'If you're going to get there, you don't mind leaving me alone anymore,' but I want to avoid taking away any more of my black sister's share of the vengeance. If I were you, the Demon King would have trouble getting more.

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"My lord, the road is connected."

"Well, that was shorter than I thought, wasn't it?

If the road was hazy from him, he told me to dig in until I found out the way to hit him, but this is what happened.

Serraez blocked the road on the assumption that he would lose?... No, I wonder if they were trying to crush both Real and us, both intentions.

"No, it's convenient, demon. All of my king's demons are strong, but I'm a little jealous because I can't push the chores!

"You could have helped dig holes, too, Neil Lyates?

"Because I don't want those two winding up in dirt and sand"

Duvreoli and the others worked very quickly, but it was a lot of clutter because of the emphasis on speed. You guys have been playing with mud at that age? So dirty that I want to say.

"Both of you, let's drop the mud. Stay still for a little while."

The van uses magic and drops two mud. You were originally just an adventurer and a scout, and you can use convenient magic.

"Thank you, Mr. Bang!

"My clothes were magically knitted, but I didn't have to."

"Duvreoli? You just had Wolfe clean up, didn't you? What was that attitude like in that minute?

"... thank you, human"

"No, I didn't have that idea. I imitated it past me."

Van is his good collaborator, then behave accordingly. Exhale as you throw your gaze at me with such willingness. If we don't tame human society a little more, we're going to have a lot of problems. Maybe next time I'll leave Duvreoli with Nora.

"... I can't fight you, but you seem to have recovered enough to walk alone? Duvreoli, will you allow me to hold you?

"My pleasure."

It's hard to run even when you say you can walk. However, if this can be transported to Duvreoli, we can give it enough speed.

"You don't walk in the end...... But don't worry, I want to be held by my lord and move around."

"Oh, shall I tell 'Bea'?

"I'm dying. Yikes!? They'll just grab my neck and carry me sarcastically after I'm torn apart. Ooh!? Think of them. Yo! But I won't, except for my king."

"Even I can't find joy in anything but him."

"But he's not going to say anything but hug one of you."

"Oh, wouldn't that be nice? Isn't it nice that you can't do it for me?

Time was taken to pave the way that was filled, but it's not that big of a loss if you think you've got time to hit my recovery. The van was also run by Wolfe, which allowed us to reach the lower level in a short time.

There's a spacious room shining with demonic stones, lined with tools I don't really know. It's similar to what I saw in "Bea" 's castle, but this one's pretty new.

And in the center of that room, stood a man with the same dark hair and black eyes, light black burnt skin as Neil Lyates.

"Nectharlu!"

Wolfe calls that name out loud, but there is no bare gesture to react to Necthar. Necthar stares into the void and looks like he's whining about something.

"Hey Neil, Lyates, is that who Necthar is?

"I'm pretty sure I look and magic... but I've been pretty rough within a while of not seeing it? Cohon, Necthar, long time no see!

"... I... to the height... of that other..."

"Hey!? I'm supposed to say hello to you about killing me without question!? Don't ignore me! Don't do it!

I even ignore Neil Lyates' voice. Could Real or Larheit support such a crazy man? Should we think something's happened?

"What will you do, Lord"

"I'd rather hear it, wouldn't I? I just thought it was going to be a battle or going after that man who's going to flee..."

Necthar's neck flew. Neil Lyates, who was calling, snapped Necthar's neck with a knife without any spare motion.

Neil Lyates' hand was deformed into distortion as if he had forged it up as a weapon. Immediately reviving regenerative power even if it is only the neck, I wonder if you applied it and switched your arms as a weapon.

"You don't hesitate with your ex-colleagues, do you?

"No hesitation, nothing, you're not going to die like this. You have to smash your head clean."

Certainly Necthar is alive. He says he got his neck snapped, but he still keeps whining about something with a bump.

Neil Lyates walks over to the neck of the rolled Necthar. Now he changed his arm like a hammer and shook it up loudly.

"I wanted to say even one of my complaints, but this doesn't even mean I came, does it? Ha, I lost it. Quickly healed with the honor of my king."

"... my king... my king... ahhhhhhhhhhh!

Suddenly Necthar exclaimed with so much voice that he wanted to keep his ears down. This room itself is shaking, not just the air. They release a good amount of magic on their voices. It doesn't make sense, it just spits out what springs up from within.

"Shut up, just - huh!?

Countless spears protrude from the ground, skewering the entire body of Neil Lyates one after the other. The hole overlaps and its body is unable to fasten the prototype and collapses. The fact that Neil Lyates' body fell to the ground gave him a clear view of the sight ahead.

Countless tentacles gushed out from under Necthar's neck, and that was what pierced Neil Lyates' body. Neil Lyates has deviated far more from his position as a human than he did earlier when he transformed his arm like a weapon. Not only the neck, but its remaining torso also loses the shape of a person and becomes enlarged as just a piece of meat.

"Mr. Neil Lyates!?

"Bang, you stay back."

I hadn't even noticed we showed up until earlier. It was a bare gesture, and now I'm getting a hot muddy kill. The demons, who lived eternally, are stripping their fangs.

"My king... why... oh, what... must be removed... what... something... everything... everything!

"Lord -"

"You don't have to ask, do you? Now it's your turn, hurry up."

"My pleasure."