Monster no Goshujin-sama

28

The three swords intersect.

The sword trident sounds.

Over and over again. It's like, the shredding sound of each other's lives.

But the equilibrium doesn't last long.

Early, the balance leans towards one side.

It was predictable enough.

I was enlightened the moment I first crossed my sword.

The fact that they are both hostile, when it comes to sword arms, is that they are above me.

"Raaah!

"Phew!

If Edgar waves his sword like a storm, Zoltern fills that gap with a solid sword.

Surprisingly enough, these two, the combination was solid.

Edgar's blow is fast and heavy, anyway.

The sword, long and wide compared to what the other knights had, had a weight commensurate with it.

All I can say is a threat because it treats it lightly and, besides, it involves skill.

Zoltern was also a troublesome enemy.

In contrast to Edgar, the sword in his hand was slightly skinny and light, handling the sword cleverly.

They play the sword of restraint, as if they were prefetching this one.

At a time like sewing your consciousness, your cuttoe flashes and sweeps at you.

Zoltern follows Edgar, and Edgar is not rambling on as he pleases again, either, but is in tune with his opponent's movements.

There was no gap in the counterattack.

From what I've seen, if the other knights were opponents, they'd have grabbed one of the counterattacks, two, about the thread that breaks things through from there.

From these two, however, it was unlikely that I could find one such failure.

It was unfortunate to me that they were the only ones who made it to this place.

Or maybe it's because of those two that we should think we've gotten this far.

For example, this situation could also be taken for granted.

"Gu......!

Death with a mass of steel plunders the neck with horrible momentum and the sweat flowing becomes cold.

It makes us strongly aware that one failure leads directly to death.

If you pray, you will be slaughtered.

Don't be timid.

But that's all there is.

Your breath rises and sweat drips down your forehead.

Blood flowing completely and completely dyes the white clothes to a still raw red.

This was the human reality of me.

Takahiro Mashima does not have the power to easily destroy the enemy in front of him.

It's not like the brave men of history or the cheats of an expedition.

That way, with the immense force handed to me by Pong, I eliminate any obstacle - for God's sake, I can't.

That means Takahiro Mashima is no more than the natural fact that he is not a hero.

But because there is nothing like Takahiro Mashima, it was different.

"What the hell..."

"... why"

The groans of Edgar and Zoltern reached my ears.

Maybe you're wondering.

I'm not allowing you to fight back.

We are the ones who are launching the attack unilaterally.

The inclination of the scale remains unchanged and the prevailing favourable situation persists.

Nonetheless, I wonder why the enemy in front of me is viable...

"Rah!

Along with the anger, Edgar grinds away the sword he laid low.

Defense by the shield will not make it to an attack that can be slapped from the right towards it.

I make a big leap to avoid the blade that rips the air apart and approaches me.

The landing was targeted by Zoltan.

Quiet attack from the diagonal back.

Normally, the situation is impossible to deal with when you realize it.

But in that initial phase, I twisted myself and turned back to Zoltan.

"Again......!?

Zoltern opened his eyes.

This is not the first time I have dealt with his attack with surprise in this way.

I'm surprised he doesn't know the magic of the 'fog' that tells me the inside information enclosed.

As before, in the fog that was spreading indefinitely and thinly across the whole area of the village, the accuracy is low.

But the current fog dyes a pale milky white color about ten meters in radius.

If you're talking about this range, I know it's in my hands.

There is no such thing as blind spots.

In addition, while Salvia was in the present world, the speed of transmission of information through the path had been increased to the fullest extent possible at the moment.

That's literally the realm of one mind and one mind.

In fact, we have now even blurred our boundaries with each other.

This move, which is in an area that would not have been established if we had not embraced each other, is arguably one manifestation of what we have accumulated in this world.

As a result, what has been obtained is significant.

A wide view overlooking the entire battlefield would, on one side, be the point of arrival as a warrior.

Hypothetically, my collaboration with Salvia had made it possible.

That's one of the reasons I'm surviving against both of you.

The other...

"-Sama!"

A long stretched Asalina strikes Edgar, who shows her how to chase him.

I can't hold on for a few seconds, but her work is huge without rhetoric.

In the meantime, Edgar's legs are slightly punctured, because I can deal with Zoltan.

Slight misalignment.

Run all the way through the narrow path it creates.

"- Whoa!

He missed the tip of Zoltern's rolled sword so as to slip the surface of the shield.

The impact transmitted is mild.

Now, I have enough sharpness to take this one's life.

I remember when I broke my wrist earlier, and once I was hit, I was dealing with the attack.

Quickly slashing back, Zoltern steps in to sink deep.

The slash is rolled out. As I retreated, I strayed greatly.

He succeeded in putting his sword at the tip, and instead his posture collapsed.

Instead of stepping on the ground and trying to stay on the spot and get in shape - I threw myself aside at the verdict of aggressiveness.

"Raaah!

At the next moment, Edgar's blow, which tore Asalina apart and penetrated her, ripped off where my neck was until earlier.

"Shit, are you even eyeing me...!

Was the curse out of Edgar's mouth because he was sure he had caught it?

In fact, it was such a remarkable offense that the blade of the sword touched my hair.

It's not over yet.

"Running away, sushi!

"Here it is!

A swing of the sword and a flashing spike attempt to roll out at me rolling into the ground.

I'm completely out of shape, and I don't have the means to avoid this.

"Sama!"

- Asalina slapped me on the ground like a whip, forcing my body to bounce off the spot.

Preliminary reading doesn't make sense to behaviors that are unlikely to be normal people.

The sword rolled out cut off the universe.

I can't handle myself and fall off my shoulder on the ground.

"Grr."

If you're a regular person, your shoulder bones are broken and stuffy.

But now that I'm strengthening my flesh, I just need to bruise it.

The pain bit my back teeth and did it over, and I stood up to jump.

"Are you all right, sir?

"Summer?"

"No problem."

I gave it back to the two of you who cared.

It may have been an abusive response, but otherwise we cannot take off the crisis.

"Let's get ready for next"

"Ku...... kaha. Let's do it right now."

Edgar laughed as she blew up watching us interact.

I'll do it. Bye.

It was a beast laugh.

Apparently, if you let him trick you, he'll just trick you, he'll be happy temperament.

Unfortunately, there seemed to be no such development as' it's harder than I expected, so I'm withdrawing '.

This battle will not end until one of us loses something deadly.

That's what made me understand.

"I didn't know you could do this alone against us."

Edgar has spoken to this one in a tone that bites this time.

"It's a lot of him, you are"

"... nothing. I'm not a big deal."

It wasn't weird modesty or anything.

This is simply to say that the presence of Takahiro Mashima specializes in surviving by his opponents in character.

On that day the colony collapsed, I saw hell.

He was endangered by the rampage of deviants with power that could shape the world.

In a way, that could be the beginning of my life in another world.

So somewhere, that's the standard.

That is, to acquire 'a degree of power to survive without being ravaged in an awesome situation'.

More than the goal is there, we can't talk about it now if we can't 'do this to this extent' even if we still can't get to that area.

Besides, Edgar seems to be mistaken, but I was never alone.

In the first place, the tactic of doing everything in its power to outrun this place without thinking about it later can only be established because I believe Lily and the others will rush.

Asarina and Salvia help me directly, and Rose and Gabella support me by offering me weapons.

If I were alone, I would have been full of them just to deal with one of them.

"... you guys are a big deal"

That's what I told you, half of it was about buying time.

Conversely, half of them were also genuine words.

"With all that power, why did you put your sword to the village elves?

The voice I asked had a fever that I never thought I would have.

My belly was boiling long after I saw the Knights of the Diocese ravage the village.

To my surprise, I felt a strong anger.

The calories made me throw this question.

"Am I?"

Edgar looked loud.

"What, you. You're going to tell me that knights should fight to protect their weaknesses."

"I..."

"Stop it, that kind of shrivels"

I told him to throw it away, and Edgar swayed his sword loosely.

"If I enjoy the fight, that's fine. If you are a knight, this is how you are given the chance to fight. It also becomes a rice tare. Other than that, I don't care, and I don't want any more."

It was a genuine voice.

In a way, it was also pure language.

I'm sure a man named Edgar doesn't mean he's even more evil.

If you're not comfortable abusing or tormenting someone, you don't chase others down for your own handles, or dye your hands in brutality.

For example, if you go to a scene where a bureaucratic army is being hit by a strong enemy, you must go first.

But there was a desperate lack of something called aspiration.

"A knight or something is only the name of a pawn that needs to be exposed for the brave."

Zoltan also opened his mouth.

"An out-of-the-box being alone, able to kill monsters with ease from the front. That's what you brave men are. But it is also the feather of losing lives helplessly once we are passively defeated by many. Instead, you need sharpenable 'consumables' to keep using your limited combat power for as long as possible. That's the identity of a being called a knight."

In the eyes of a man with a shady impression, a dark flame was burning.

After a moment, my words may have stabbed the sensitive part inside this man.

"In that sense, I am only a pawn with you brave men. An irreplaceable pawn and an irreplaceable pawn. Neither one of them is a pawn, and there is no such thing as a noble one there."

"... don't talk uncommonly, Zoltan"

That's what Edgar says with a look that doesn't usually look like.

Zoltern showed a slightly upsetting bare gesture.

"Nothing… I just have a sweet idea of fantasy about knights that has crippled my eclampsia"

"Ha!" I have a seizure disorder "? Isn't that unusual?"

Zoltern silences himself in gloom at the words that make him groan.

Edgar, who shook his shoulder, turned his gaze to this one.

"Well, that's why. If you wanted to preach to us, give up. That would be sweet if we thought we were going to repent....... ah, too sweet"

"... eh"

The last thing I said, the air changed.

"It's sweet. How dare you continue to outmaneuver our attacks until spiders and slimes arrive?"

There was something running up my spine.

Something is coming.

I was so sure that I felt safe.

When he saw me like that, Edgar laughed with her nose.

"I was stronger than I thought. I did enjoy it. Think of it as a thank you."

Edgar, who I said, held his forehead.

In the finger you gave me, I can put my strength into it.

From all over his body, his trembling magic erupted.

"Ugh!

"Huh......!?

Edgar's hair dyed red and her skin turned to a metallic black color.

My muscles swell.

Are you having a fever, or the hot air started to rise from your skin.

"Ugh..."

When my hand went away from my forehead, there was a single shining horn there.

Behind my pompous orbit, my burning eyes capture my appearance.

- Ghost, the word was too much for my mind.

"If it's true, it's the power I wanted to keep warm for the fight against the white spider."

With a sword on his shoulder, a ghost laughs.

Originally, this guy said he wanted to fight Garbera and... the legendary white spider.

But you can't fight her from the front again for so long with so much power that you can't finish me off.

This guy had as many 'trump cards' as he could fight Gabella.

That's this - the power of the "Grace's Blood" peak, "Grace's Beloved Son".

It was a reproduction of the power of the brave men of the past, inherited by blood.

"" The Ghost of War, "Edgar-Givalsh. It's the name of the man who will kill you. Remember."

The next moment, he and I were at zero distance.

"Die."

I was vigilant enough.

Still, when I realized, there was a ghost waving a sword in front of me.

Speed approaching white spider leaps as well.

Salvia was harshly captured, and I perceived too much.

But the physical reaction doesn't keep up with me.

The ghost's sword was swept away.