Kaiko Sareta Ankoku Heishi (30-dai) no Slow na Second Life

My swinging blade struck directly at the tip of Fenrill's nose.

But the moment would have been wrapped in white light and no one would have been able to see it.

I slashed him myself.

When the light eventually subsided and everything could be foreseen, a strange sight was spreading there.

"Fenrill is... not here?

"Instead of the main body, even the split little ones...!?"

There's a sight too obvious and strange.

As a worldwide disaster, Fenrill had shown a spread when it came to business disease, but now there is no trace of it, to the extent that its existence seems to have been a lie from the beginning.

"I won...!?"

"Are those wolves dead?!?"

"I won! We win. Ahhhhhhhhh!?"

Joy overflows from the reassurance that Demon King soldiers and adventurers, who have fought desperately without even knowing, have survived the crisis anyway.

Usually they on the enemy's side even hug each other regardless of the difference.

But what happened to Fenrill in the end?

Have you really been wiped out by my ultimate sword?

No, you're not.

I played a fierce battle with the Fenrill body… everything is no longer bounced off and I walk over to the site of the wilderness.

"Is this...!?"

There was a Gigantomakia giant there that had suppressed Fenrir until it was close to knocking 'It's the Sky' in first.

There is no scratch on his own soil-given giant.

And one more at its feet.

An unfamiliar object was rolling.

The object was as small as a kicking bow...... it was then moving with a mozo and rolling around the spot.

Yeah, it wasn't an object, it was a creature with the will from.

I raise my nose tip trembling with cum and squeak one.

It was a small, little body of hair swollen.

"Is this...!?"

Lady and the others who stopped by with me look down at it and round their eyes.

"Dog......, puppy!?"

"She's cute, she's cute!?"

Many women are quickly hit by the child-specific adorability of the beast.

"Why is there a puppy here? Is this...!?"

It's Fenrill.

This puppy is the end of a polar warcraft that will bring an end to the world until just now.

My ultimate sword made me look like this.

"My Ultimate Sword 'Is Empty'. This is what the effect of" slaying heavenly life "meant."

Slash the distorted heavenly life, flake it, and return it to the straight shape it should be.

If it is too distorted, it will have to disappear all with the distorted heavenly destiny.

Like that Doris Meguian.

But it seems this Fenrill was able to take the distortion fix and start all over again.

So that's all that existed?

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Give me a hug! You're gonna cheek! Ghaaaaaa!? He bit me!!"

Assholes are overreacting, but as long as they leave it.

"It's like the power to cut off space-time as well...... Is this the mayor's secret sword?

"I don't know everything myself."

The Doris Meguian of "Hell," the power of "Heaven," equivalent to the Fenrill of "The Hungry Ghost," if you let the Demon King style say so.

"He didn't want a destiny such as destroying the world. He's going to go after what he wants."

Beyond, Zebiantes, who has been so bitten by Fenrill, who is still a puppy, wanders around.

Well, that's fine with him.

"Ah, speaking of village chief. I have more to keep than your wife."

What is it, Droyer?

"It's a sandwich. I've had a lot of time since I went out, so I thought I'd be hungry..."

I appreciate that.

Indeed, a few hours after rushing to this spot. Even if it moves, it will make me hungry.

Such a beloved wife lunch box for me. I really appreciate Marika's attention.

But is that what I'm supposed to say at this time?

If I thought something like that, there was someone more responsive to lunch than me.

It was Fenrill's guy.

He was gazinging at Zebiantes, but he let go of his mouth and rushed over here.

And baubaugh sounds and calls.

"Ugh!? What!?"

He comes at me with his forelegs wide up.

This is definitely that one.

The aim is the sandwich I have!

"You want some? Take this?"

"Baugh!"

That's a good answer.

But you're kidding.

Why should I share my beloved wife's lunch box with the dogs and animals?

"Fenrill used to hem the rice Zebi plugged me in during my training, hey. You must have accounted for the flavor."

"It was always something your mom made for me."

Do that!?

Although I have no idea!?

"So you must have remembered - that Marika's food is delicious"

"Your mom's sandwich is the best in the world."

Puppy Fenrill is super attached to me for a sandwich, even while we're talking about it without such a benefit.

I'm going to climb with my nails up my pants, but stop it. It hurts.

"Yeah, okay, okay. Let's just split one sheet. Just one, huh?

"Bau"

He's a good responder.

"Fucking dogs preferred meat to vegetables. All you have to do is give him a ham sandwich!

Eat vegetables without being annoyed or disliked.

But because of what you want, I'll give you a ham sandwich.

Here, eat.

... was eaten.

You've got a lot of momentum going on around your wrist. Scare.

But you're a dog that looks delicious from the heart.

I'm going to give you another one by accident, but do you want to get in that hand?

My wife gave me this lunch and I'm obliged to eat it all!!

"... So, Mr. Darriel. What the hell am I supposed to do with this?

"What is this?

"No, so...!?"

I know.

It must be the end of this puppy Fenrill, right?

I'm sure this dog didn't want the ruin of the world or anything.

What you want is to eat a lot of delicious food.

I think all the dogs of the world would want it equally.

Who has given him the power to destroy the world just because he has such a small desire?

Without being trapped by such a thing, he'll just have to look for something delicious to devour from now on.

"... Come on, let's go home then"

Lift the puppy Fenrill.

"Huh? Are you taking that kid home, too?

"That would be so. Or am I just gonna leave you here?

Give me one little puppy.

"Huh?

"You can't! That's so cute. That's so cute!

Isn't that right?

No matter how cute the puppy is now before that, it's a warcraft that can wipe out the world.

I could leave it alone.

"Mr. Best Fred and the knockers won't be able to stay here either, as the Mithrill mine collapsed. Temporarily evacuate to the village of Lax."

"Wow, call me!

Shaggu knockers.

And...

"Let Mr. Gigantomakia come too. You can come, right?"

Or absolutely no escape.

It is our survival that leaves him more than it turns out that Mithril can dig thanks to you.

If this was Salamandra, I would have sprinkled salt and driven him away, but the God-forsaken Warcraft would never have had him under us.