Munou To Yobareta Ore, Yottsu No Chikara Wo Eru

King Celtic attracted Belstein and took a distance from the crumbling Castle of Almrond.

Working with the other four families was troublesome, and it would be more convenient for him to be one-on-one.

The operation was going well, but Belstein's power was better than King Celtic expected.

"Chi...!

"You can't beat old man, Celtic King! What's with the magic you're good at?

Belstein's manipulative two swords, the Tsugu, surely shred the health and spiritual strength of Celtic King Orlando.

Orlando is also good at handling swords, but Berstein is far more powerful than that.

Because Berstein's skill is "Sword Saint."

Few can surpass him, not just the Demons, in the handling of the sword.

It doesn't seem like a battle with a sword, but Orlando's most powerful magic is powerful, so it takes time to activate.

Overtaking the spot with easy-to-handle magic, Orlando had managed to buy time to activate it.

To be honest, it doesn't go well with Belstein.

But still, there's a reason Orlando dealt with Belstein.

If only the strongest magic could be activated, Berstein would never beat Orlando.

I don't even know about fine abilities, activation conditions, etc., but they are both adventurers and adventure hunters who are making a name for themselves in Valhalla, so I know each other to some extent.

They were aiming at that moment when each other hunts for each other's lives while hiding their unknown hands.

Belstein's streamlined sword dance blurs Orlando's cheeks.

Come here. Belstein was starting to feel uncomfortable.

At first, I thought I was just being flattered, but apparently I don't.

He said his sword, the sword, was being moved slightly.

Now the Belstein sword blushed Orlando's shoulder.

The sword muscle, which should undoubtedly have torn the carotid artery, is too far off target even if it adds up to what has been torn.

Once he had made the mistake, Berstein laughed niggardly just saying that the point had been made.

"I see... apparently that's your..."

"Come on...... I don't know what you mean"

"Huh... it's useless to be stuck. I saw it out the earliest. It was still a cheap name from me... Farewell, Celtic King. Sleep in peace."

"I'm mouthing it like it's over... but if I can't finish it, I'm embarrassed..."

Without waiting for Orlando's words, Berstein packed his time like a disease.

The power of Orlando that Belstein may know is "no attack".

In other words, Berstein thought that Orlando's magic was adding some manipulation to the opponent's attack.

Berstein has felt it many times in previous battles.

However, Berstein read that the operation was slightly uneven and could not handle an attack beyond that.

"Shh!"

"Nooo!?

Belstein's wielding black sword plays Orlando's golden sword, and the other approaches his torso.

That sword, the sword that should surely hit, was still being pushed back to a critical and unhitting position.

But......

"Sweet!

"Gu!?

The magic of Belstein.

It's the power to turn one's magic into a blade-like substance.

From his sword tip, which is pushed back into something, a sharply stretched blade of magic determined Orlando's belly.

The wound is never shallow, although the instantaneous death wound was averted.

"It's over!

Orlando's knee broke and after poking one knee, Belstein's right-hand sword, Tsukugi, swung down his head......

"Gaa!!!

"Gee!?

Suddenly an explosion emanating from Orlando's mouth pierced Berstein's ear.

Berstein's legs lag back on their own to that attack that destroys the tympanic membrane and rocks it all the way to the brain.

"What... what... what is this...!? Ah...... oh!?

Belstein can't hear himself as he should be speaking.

A tremendous tinnitus and severe pain had struck him, and blood was overflowing from his ears.

This is not Orlando's magic but his skill...... his name is "Roar".

His voice was louder than anything, and he had the power to communicate the cry of his own soul to the other.

That's why his words are powerful, they don't grab people's hearts and let them go.

"Nohaha... I just got my belly choked to do this... I don't know...! But I'm glad you're close."

It doesn't sound earliest to Belstein, but Orlando keeps talking further.

"I've been loud for a long time. If you mean it, you can even break a person's eardrum. I don't remember the earliest how many pieces of glass I broke either. Ma, I don't know if I can hear you anymore... Ooh, good timing. I was wondering if I could let your opponent have it for a few minutes... but time is up."

"You tell me...! Damn it! I can't hear you......!

"No... don't worry. Don't worry about that anymore. I'll call you back. Do you want to die in battle?

Orlando quickly raises his right index finger and urges it to hang on Belstein.

Belstein, who understood what it represented, even if he was deaf, clenched his sword to the point where his bones snapped.

My eyes stain red in my earliest anger, and red blood runs off my chewed lips.

Orlando's face spoke eloquently even without the motion.

"Ma, not yet...... not yet done!!

At the same time as I finished saying it, Berstein kicked the earth.

My damage is only hearing, whereas Orlando's wounds are deep.

Despite this, Orlando's face said:

"Death in battle is good."

"It's over. At the earliest, your sword is not yours."

"Ha......!

Belstein's two swords, Tsugi, pierce the neck and heart, respectively.

Despite remaining strongly clenched, the sword was moving on its own with a strong force independent of Belstein's will.

"My magic is iron command magic. The particles of my magic are stained not only by the sword" Tsuga ", but also by your body. Even the iron present in my body is under my control. It takes a little while instead of being strong, but you can't disobey my orders any more than this happened. That's why it's Belstein... it's over now. Sleep in peace. You've slaughtered... like the adventurers."

"Gahoo... oh... bah..."

It did not come true to utter the final word, and Belstein lay low on the ground and stopped moving.

King Celtic, who saw it through, whines quietly with his hands on his flank.

"Road...... manage......"

King Celtic walks out without rest.

I haven't been able to return the favor I received yet.

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Near the collapsed Castle of Almrond, the battle of the four was extremely fierce.

Karla also does everything in her power to contain Gungnir, which runs around like a storm.

But still, Shang Gun Nil doesn't stop.

"Then it's stupid......!

It was good until I burned and blocked the belly pierced by the gunnil by my own magic.

But Gungnir is not sweet enough to win in the injured state.

"See you later! Ha!"

Karla's magic is "bursting."

It was a powerful thing to send magic into it and explode it, but it doesn't even come true to touch Gungnir.

The snow rolled up with the wind she manipulates becomes a chunk of ice, which pours down as if it were rain.

Carla had managed to prevent the attack by blowing them up the moment she touched them.

The battle between Zwed and Hadras, which was taking place a short distance from it, also increases in intensity.

Hadras suffered a pre-emptive attack, but still its strength remains unshakeable.

"Dangerous!

Suddenly Hadras' arm grown from his shoulder targets Zwed's eyes.

Zwed, who prevented it with his opposite arm, tries to hang the magic, but instantly his arm dives into the shadows and disappears.

"Damn...... he's a troublesome bastard! I don't know where he is...!

Hadras' magic is not just space transfer magic.

It is his natural power to move from shadow to shadow.

Therefore, the shadow created by the blizzard was now on Hadras' side.

Zwed's powerlessness magic doesn't work for everyone around him, and it can't be activated unless you see the subject.

It was harder to drag it out than knowing where Hadras lurked in the shadows.

"Looks ok over there...... this guy is here at any rate...... hey!?

All of a sudden the remains of Castle Almrond blow up and the demons overflow from inside.

There were also restrictions on Hadras' magic, and only medium-sized demons were able to travel now.

But that alone makes sense.

"He'll do it...!

It was all demons that were easy to defeat, but there were too many anyway.

Besides, the problem is not just numbers.

"Shit... you nasty bastard!

'I don't want you to tell me. Gee ho... Look, you can't stop bleeding.'

"See, you're not! I can't see you. You know what I mean!

'Haha...... if I showed up, I wouldn't mind getting hit. Well, better than that... good luck with that, huh?

The demons move out the words of Hadras to signal.

The apathetic hero sighed one time and whined in a voice no one could hear.

"Shh, shh... should I do that?"