Maouyome

The red and black flames are imminent.

Only one certainty was there in the time I felt slowly, not being able to react to it.

... inescapable, certainty of death.

The moment I was about to be blown away by the flames of tyranny, a column of water ran straight through the air from the waterfall pot.

A large amount of water becomes a wall between the red and black flames.

A flame touches the wall of water and the wall of water explodes.

The blast sounds so loud that I think I can break through the tympanic membrane, and the massive amount of water vapor that explodes fills my vision.

He held down the brave man's body so that he would not be swept away by the explosion pressure, giving himself up and desperately indulging.

Again. Also, the waterfall kettle water protected the brave?

... No, it's not.

At the edge of my vision, I could see some of the blown water walls turning into something else.

... Mayu?

A child emerges from the wall of water where the mumps explode and are thrown out onto the ground.

"... Farrat, you say?

That was, indeed, a hurtful farrat.

The dark blue bristles are obviously flabby, and if you look closely, the blood is still stained everywhere.

The furrat was suffering from an unlikely serious illness. I'm dying. I could tell at a glance.

Still, the furrat shivered slightly and moved his face, desperately searching for something.

A deep, clear black pupil shows the figure of a brave man.

Fine childlike arms are stretched forward.

Are you shielding the brave man?

The wind that held the brave.

The water that gathered and carried me to the shore, and the walls.

The strange sight I saw just now and the dying farrat in front of me overlapped stompingly in one at the back of my chest.

Farrat who can turn to the Spirit of Nature.

I've never seen or heard of it before, but when he does, he's convinced that he's been sheltering and protecting the dying braves so far.

... sure, damn it.

"... not demons, but heartfelt,... as friends"

Yuriferna's words lingered on his ears, and he answered his mouth.

Though he himself suffers from a dying illness.

Even though I'm still trying to do my best.

Still, I'm trying to protect the brave.

He is reaching out to continue to desperately protect the brave.

I couldn't help but feel something strongly convincing me of what Yuriferna meant by her words.

The tip of his finely stretched hand was crushed.

Gushing and blunt sounds sting my consciousness.

"The rat burns his hands for a long time."

Military shoes stepping through the stretched right hand flat are screwed deeper.

A monster in the shape of a person approached me right to the side, looking down at me with a contempt gaze.

People take down demons and step on them.

Until now, that was a natural sight.

Even though what we've been doing is a sight like nothing else.

Something unbearable boils down to the act.

"Holy shit, what!?

There I was, trying to grasp myself under a fierce urge.

Why did you feel so angry about the act?

Why are you trying to get grabbed by a monster opponent for the furrat who was trampled on?

Not sure for myself, but just unforgivable anger, my whole body was moving.

Faster than stepping out, the fierce explosions and shocks play off the creatures of the haz that were there vigorously.

"Agu!?

I'm about to be blown away by a sudden explosion and impact, clinging to the rocking ground.

The aftermath of the ripples and spreading shock roughly pushes and strokes the surroundings through the winding earth smoke.

What happened... Huh!?

For a moment, something passed right in front of me.

"... young, girl?

As the tinnitus doesn't stop on the aftertaste of the explosion, I follow it with my gaze as it jumps into the other side of the earth smoke.

I think it's quite small.

That certainly only seemed like a child girl.

To the monster that was bounced off toward the waterfall pot, he looked like a girl,... the other conversion (...) kake (...) object (...) looms.

The figure only looks like a child at first glance, but less than half the strength of the magic pressure and intent to kill you feel.

A monster in the shape of a person and a monster in the shape of a child hits hard over the waters of a waterfall pot.

"... what the hell"

A crimson machete of a child dances.

Cut it with a monster that emits a red and black flame as he wields a large, crimson machete with a long pattern that doesn't fit his height.

Whenever the blade and blade are met, whenever they are shaken out, the impact creates an aftermath and runs on the water like a ripple.

A damp atmosphere, a tense pulse, screams at the sound of an explosion like a cannon.

Seeing an unrealistic attack, the body had been stitched to the spot as if it had been in gold bondage.

A great deal of magic hits each other.

The level is… too different.

"Humph!

A crimson machete smashed to pieces in a blow that was struck down.

Small red fragments scatter over the water.

"Wet! Fantasy Demon Leader!

A long sword of monsters put together a red and black flame, directed at a girl who had lost her weapon only to stop and to stop.

"... don't flatter me. The bastards."

When the girl abhorrently abandoned her, she jumped back wide as if she were strapped with strings.

Too much red and black flames pass through a space with nothing on it.

Shortly afterwards, red fragments scattered around him were engulfed in fire.

One shard at a time brings the flame together and changes its appearance.

Scattered shards reshape into countless crimson machetes, surrounding the monster.

When the girl cut herself off, a machete floating in the hollow as if it were a signal was thrown into a monster that was simultaneously centered.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

A monster that raises the thicker roar and cuts off one machete after another that pours like heavy rain.

The speed of the reaction exceeds the limits of perception because of the force involved.

"... for no reason"

The girl moved.

Softly, as if to receive heaven, his palm is thrust against the sky, and just above the waterfall pot, at the tip of his palm, a complex magic formation emerges that he has never seen before.

The magic formation grew brilliant as if to echo the magic of a rising virgin, and some giant shadow emerged from the other side of it.

"Ugghhhhhhhhh!

A giant summoned in the air shouts with his jaw open to his eyes.

As the masses unleashed are pulled by gravity, they fly up their overwhelming fists to the waterfall pot beneath their eyes.

"Funnooooooooooo!

A monster took the blow of a giant falling from above with a long sword in the middle of a waterfall pot.

Heavy shock sounds sound like a low explosion.

The atmosphere is distorted by an overly intense impact, and the aftermath sweeps around the surrounding area in a true circle, centering on one point where forces and forces collide.

The atmosphere was slammed against the wall and the water in the waterfall pot slid away to its outside.

The rock wall is decided and the ground is turned up.

The giant's blown long sword splashes like a scrap of paper, and the armor he was wearing cracks and collapses like the skin of a dead tree.

While pushed further into the bottom of the prominent waterfall pot, the monster takes the giant giant's giant arm barefoot as it was in the form of a fist that was holding the pattern of a crushed long sword.

It can't be, it's...

He takes the fist waved down by a giant like a mountain with his bare hands with a small body that can't even be compared.

The giant roared and added strength to his gigantic arms.

The body of the monster sinks in for a moment.

That, the next moment.

"Zuuuuuuuuuu!

The monster raised his arms high and swung through as he roared.

The giant, bounced back in the arm, is vastly out of balance and slowly relaxes.

"Ahhhhhhhh!

When the monster clapped more as if to crush the giant, the impact, including red and black magic, smashed the giant's body to pieces.

Rupture sounds like wood spirits.

The crushed fragments were splashing in the sun.