Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

Angry Sword Strike by Knight Without a Neck.

The power enhanced by the undead and the overwhelming power created by the super heavyweight sword.

I managed to outrun that, retreat. Rebuild your posture. He thought he was going to step in, but he didn't, and he confronts me to gauge the intermission carefully.

On the other hand, it's best to deal with the opponent's attacks instead of missing gaps.

But while I struggle, I have myself enjoying myself somewhere. Just a little bit, I felt like I was back at a very young age.

I know why.

It's his sword muscle.

A few steps are more sophisticated than they were then. It also adds its own creative arrangements. Maybe that's the fruit of his training out of his hometown. It would be the difference in the weight of time when the AC was interrupted and the sword could never be crossed.

But nothing fundamentally flows the same. A familiar fashion. The mould we both learned and gained.

Undisputed, it was my brother's sword.

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A knight without a neck stops his leg.

Then gently attach the hand of those who are not holding it to the right chest and do the trick as if to thank you.

He touches to stroke the crest engraved on his chest.

That was my brother's lifelong habit.

……!?

Not...

The next moment, the anomaly happened.

Something like black mist erupts from all the gaps in the armor.

Something that was shaping the black spear earlier, and homogeneous fog.

That discolors his cheeks, breasts, from grass rubbing to iron shoes twitching and eroding, dyeing them black.

I don't know exactly what you're doing. But it's ominous and blasphemous.

It's probably activating some kind of capability.

Given the meaning of repainting your own body, it is likely that strengthening your physical abilities - either strength, agility, or defense - will encourage you to improve.

If that inference is correct, the situation would make this fight even more disadvantageous.

The feeling of impatience came to a boil.

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The knight without his neck strikes again when he transforms his figure into a black colour.

I'm going to slaughter him as he packs his time. Anemone takes that attack from the front, deep as it falls from the upper right. I managed to take it in exchange for a paralysis in my arm. Its motion and power are always separated, but it is unlikely to be the same. It doesn't look like your physical abilities have been enhanced.

There was just a change.

Sword quality - the shadow of my brother that should have been there had disappeared. For some reason, the attacks coming out were coarse and filled with gaps

The knight's without the neck turns the serial spike to the left and right. Receive forceful slaughter. He moves forwards strongly that at this moment he will not be able to fight back while flushing the slaughter of the sword to be returned.

I slapped my sword in relentlessly!

"... Gu!?"

A definite response.

But at the same time, it strikes me. Untold chills all over my body. A dull pain arises like being hit in the head with a blunt instrument. It makes me even more nauseous and feeble.

There is no physical damage. But he was also suffering (damage) similar to the Grievance Spirit's "Caress of the Dead (Drain Touch)".

I don't know if anything happened. This is the one who attacked you. I have not received any attacks from my opponent.

Despite this, Anemone was in inexplicable pain.

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I don't feel well.

I have to buy some time before I get back in shape.

Anemone retreated with a glance. But knights without necks don't give me respite. As soon as he packs the distance, he rolls out a sudden sword strike.

Sounds good when it comes to bravery, but it's obviously a reckless offense that abandons anything about protection. It also seemed as if the move was inviting this one to attack.

……

Dare I expose the gap?

It made me wonder what kind of pain he had just suffered and what his abilities had been gained by blackening his body. That's probably 'counterattack (counter)'. It's like a painful spell against an attacking opponent. If you slash the blackened armor again, you will receive a 'counter-attack'. I can't help but think about the intolerable pain of wanting to get around in exchange for an attack.

It was very nasty.

"... Huh!

He was impatient while dragging the pain, losing his strength. He breaks down, and just rearwards, comes the slaughter of an unforgiving knight with no neck. I prevented it with my sword, but instead, I bounced it off hand.

Where my hips are on the ground, further pursuits coming at me. That orbit is undoubtedly about to chew a thousand anemone whistles. In a desperate mood, the only thing that made me miserable was sheltering with my armor.

Strong impact hitting arms and face.

Consciousness flies...

"Ugh... ah...?

I was rolled to the ground when I noticed.

Dizziness and tinnitus dominate my head. Know that the helmet was sacrificed in an attempt to put his hand on the head. Something dripping from around his forehead wets his touched armor snugly red. Speaking of which, I don't feel my left arm. I am out of use because I covered my neck and received a sword. It's no wonder the bones are shattered, to tell from the crushing of the cage hand.

Crawling in his fluttering sight, he was telling himself he had to get up right away. And I have to look for the sword I let go. If you don't confront a knight without a neck soon, he'll kill you.

!?

All of a sudden, they grab my hair.

The momentum of all the pulls is snapped, and the body is hoisted.

Knight without neck in front of me. When he lets go of the sword, he puts his black steel fingertips down his throat. Tightened tight. I can't breathe properly. Trying to take it off but one hand force is not enough. We have to get out of this situation somehow, otherwise what we're waiting for is death.

"Electric Hammer (Carado) …"

Anemone was still moving with her right hand, pulling out the rusty two-handed sword on her hips.

Strike in your magic. I don't even think about fine dust later. I was just thinking about getting out of this situation.

"...... Yi (Bol)...... Saki (G)...... Huh!!"

And toward the knight with no neck in front of him, he put his sword up.

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Sword body that will be brighter in time.

The overwhelming light that is created on the tip of the sword as it sows and scatters the muscles of light.

A small thunder hammer released from close range wears the chest of a knight without a neck.

It turns bright white in front of me and when I notice it is blown backwards with recoil.

He was thrown out onto the ground, coughing up in the dirt smoke, breathing in full thoughts. My throat hurts. I don't have a voice.

But only the worst could be avoided. First of all, I'm relieved that I could only survive.

……

Round your neck, looking for a knight without a neck.

He was making a knee and squatting on one knee. He is subjected to a sword that has been turned into an electric hammer, causing white smoke to be shelved from around his chest. I hoped he would sink like that, but I don't think that halfway thunder hammer worked properly. Arguing that he stood up in a gruesome motion, he immediately found and picked up his own sword, which fell under his feet. Of course, that's to kill Anemone.

I have to get up myself. You have to pick up your sword and face it.

But I can't.

My whole body is lazy, heavy feeling.

I can't move properly. For a moment, I doubt the after-effects of the Phantom's "Devil's Eye" or the knight's "Curse" without his neck, but I don't think so. The flesh simply became intolerable to the weight of armor. I just can't even stand up with my knee poked. All kinds of favors have been lost, strength and muscle strength have been reduced, and they have just returned to their weak flesh.

That's a natural reward.

It's a fair price. Because Anemone used the grant tool, which was said to be one-time, three times.

That's why the magic bottomed out.

At last, the "Heart of Heroes" was cut off.

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"Please sign here at the end."

"Hmm... you know what?

Anemone admits her name to the parchment she gave her.

Upon receiving it, Fujiwara smiles with her eyes narrowed and satisfied.

"Yes. Then we have a contract. Thank you for your purchase."

"... contract?

Anemone tilted her neck.

"Yes, your new equipment will cost you ten million Guerns at least. I don't think I can do it with instant money, so I tried to make it a debt."

"... ten million Guerns?... Debt?

Tilt your neck even more.

I don't know what he's talking about.

Speaking of which, I think I've had the same interaction before.

Yes. That was the second time it was in Fujiwara. With the same grin as he is now, he has set up an absurd business.

"Yes, you are obliged to repay it"

"I didn't ask you!

'Cause I just said so.

What a guy I thought he was.

There's no way I can pay off an extrajudicial debt of 10 million Guerns no matter how much. There's no way you can rely on your uncle in the West to twist that kind of expense. Mostly how many biscuits. I'd rather not buy enough to carry that stuff.

I don't want this stuff. That's what Anemone said, trying to push back the equipment she received.

"There is no interest, no deadline. But I'll have it repaid exactly over the years. So until then, you will never be allowed to die. This is the kind of contract."

That's what he says as he grins.

"So, please come back alive."

"... why are you doing that to me?

"As I said before, you are not just a regular customer. He's a dear friend."

……

Anemone's heart fills his words.

At the same time, for some reason, I remembered the lack.

Without knowing what the feeling is, Anemone is giving her pinky finger when she realizes it. That's the modus operandi taught by Fujiwara. It was an act he would do when he exchanged promises in his hometown.

"Okay. I promise."