Munou To Yobareta Ore, Yottsu No Chikara Wo Eru

A shaken silver sealed dragon sword cuts off the black-fired armor that was covering Yorumungand.

There was no longer the art of circumventing it in Jormungand, and the blade of silver reached its defenseless brow to be sucked in.

But...

".................. stupid"

Leaking out of Lord's mouth, which was supposed to raise the roar of victory, was too weak a stunned grunt.

That's not impossible either.

Because in spite of Gram's strongest blow, there were only a few scratches on Yormungand's forehead…

Jormungand's nails roar with black flames toward the instantly shuddering load.

"Gugga......!

"Noooo!?

"What!?

Iris, who decided that he could not stop Jormungand, shielded himself to defend the Lord, and broke in between them.

The nails that Lord was supposed to receive gently tear Ialis' body apart, and the shock blows the two to the pile of debris that was covering the ground.

"Ha... gu... I, Ialis...!

When Lord manages to get up, he walks out to Iaris, who remains motionless while falling on his back.

Ialis bled from his mouth, and his abdomen was engraved with burnt deep wounds.

"Ku......"

"(a), Iali......"

"It was a brilliant blow"

In response to the praise of the Dragon King who descended upon the earth, Lord responded by putting up a gram to shelter Iaris.

'But it's no use... it's no use, Lord. The stronger your blade is, the stronger it will never reach me.

Lord makes a desperate circle of thought in his shaky sight.

Previous attacks were also prevented by something, but they were able to scratch that black dragon scale quite a bit.

However, even though he received an unparalleled blow to the forehead of Yormungand, only a slight scratch.

And with a word unleashed by Jormungand, Lord finally... arrived at one answer.

"... No way"

Yormungand laughs niggardly.

He did not answer, and he was silently conveying his affirmation to Lord's answer, which was probably not incorrect.

The answer that Lord derives is exactly what we can call despair, and that answer rapidly takes his body temperature away from him.

But still, Lord doesn't break my heart.

Its gaze never leaned, and it stood grammed and stared at Yorumungand.

'... brilliant spiritual strength. That glance in this situation... no more words of praise will come out. But your sword, the sword, doesn't look like it, does it?

"Ah..."

Already Gram lost his light, and his sword body contained numerous cracks.

It is something that informs her limits, and the moment she sees it, Lord's heart shakes heavily.

'... you did well. From the beginning, I shared this time of my life within my limits of magic and strength. You fought through. No more. No more... rest.'

Yormungand slowly approaches the road.

As that distance approached, the left arm on which he stood lowered without force, and eventually the cutting edge of the gram touched the ground.

The slightly sounding dry metal noise disappears instantly swallowed by the downpouring rain and Yorumungand footsteps.

Jörmungand was not proud to win, but had labored the Lord from the bottom of his heart.

I guess that passed on to him, too.

Lorde poked one knee on the ground as he leaned down and opened the notebook to hold the glam.

When Yorumungand stands in front of him, he still opens his mouth quietly.

'Farewell. The first and last man of my respect... Lord.'

Yormungand's fangs approach the road.

He had little more magic or strength, and he was beginning to hear the footsteps of death momentarily approaching him in his ears, when his mind even reached its limits.

"Ah..."

That's when he remembers that it was the sound he once heard at the bottom of a dark well.

That night I was exposed to the sorrow of destroying my soul and despairing of everything in this world.

There was blood from his head, tears from his eyes, assimilation with darkness without anyone noticing, and he was supposed to disappear from the world.

But he lives now.

That was because the two benefactors gave me the power to live again.

Lord remembers.

I saw Levi's face before I woke up.

Lord Lord!

"Huh! Grapenilu!!

"What!?

The magical rope that appeared instantly blocked Yormungand's mouth, which stretched further all over his body.

"I...!

The load rises again.

That promise... to see that smile again.

"Waste the scratch...!

"Gungnirrrr!"

There was only a few magic left on the road.

That's why he burns his life, Life.

It is his magic that converts magic into life energy and gives it.

He was now reversing the procedure.

"Kah!"

With the roar of Yormungand, the grapenil that was tying him up is bounced off.

Even the magical rope that sealed the power of the bound subject was powerless before the power of Jormungand.

The power of Yormungand no longer transcends the framework of competence, reaching the realm of the phenomenon of this world.

That is... it was no exaggeration to say that it was exactly God's power.

Even in front of that too mighty power, the Lord wields a silver spear.

I tapped into my life "Life"... to unleash a single shot of my soul.

"" Storm God's Wandering Spear (GUNGNIL) "Huh!!

The storm spear unleashed in the blink of an eye struck directly into the abdomen of Yormungand, sucking in the brisk rain and wind.

But it should still be said, that the body of Yormungand does not fall back in the wake of the raging mass of storms in its wake.

'Saying it's no use... ugh!?

I don't care if Lord puts the magic of Life and Life into the next spear.

If I'm right about what I think, I can no longer see how I can break the power of Yormungand.

So he decided.

If you don't understand... he said you just keep attacking him until he breaks.

"" Split up and exterminated Demon Spear (Gayborg). "Huh!

The instantaneous black demon spear was divided into numerous spears and attacked at once from all directions of Yormungand.

But as one, its spear is bounced off without piercing the scales of Yormungand.

"Oops...... ahhh! Burning Spear.

Blood overflows from the mouth, and it also flows out of the wound that was blocked.

Still, he won't stop.

Without throwing Brewnak, Lord pulled a giant spear out of his notebook at once.

A giant hero, Barrigan, once waved and said that the spear used only one horse at the tip when carrying it.

The legendary giant spear that if you shove it away, the demon will blow up and if you throw it, the dragon will be crushed.

His name is...

"Ha ha!!" Ravaging Giant's Big Spear (Marte) "Huh!!

The giant's big spear, which he thus swung through, further increased its immensity in the air, striking directly at Yormungand, who was in the blast created by Brewnak, when Marte's blow, which had doubled in size.

"Huh... Huh... Guh...!

The smoke that stood up was blocking Lord's vision, but he already feels it.

At that time, the four spears I unleashed pierced around the load, and at the same time... an almost intact Yormungand appeared out of the smoke.

'... don't resist, Lord. We no longer decided to win or lose. You know that, don't you? More than that... your death will make you dirty'

That's what Yormungand says and teaches Lord.

If he cares about it, he'll be able to erase it in a few moments, such as the life of Lord now.

But Jörmungand only continued to pay his respects to the Lord.

But Lord...

"Ha... ha... and you're dying... gee ho... sure... some people that matters...... but heh...!

Lord holds the spears in his notebook.

But that was never because I gave up.

"I have a promise I'll never break! If I die here... I will remain obscene to her thoughts! So I won't die...... I won't die yet!!

"Road......!

"I don't need the virtue of dying right now! Until I beat you... I burn my life and keep fighting it! Come on...... Yormungandoh!!

The roar of the soul rocks Yormungand again.

He could not denigrate the living, and Jormungand put his strength into his whole body.

'... brilliant. If that's what you want... I'll eat every soul of it!!

"Ex......!

The wrapped black flame of Jormungand spreads again, and the king of dragons flies with all his might toward the load of full-blown creation.

- That was then.

"Nooooooooooo!

One man appears from above before the Lord who tried to pull through the Holy Sword.

The huge axe that swung down bounced off the Jörmungand ramp, crushing the earth to pieces with its momentum.

"Heh...!?

"Noooo!?

As the dust rises, the man who appears slowly rises.

The man had a woman on his left shoulder, and when he held an axe bigger than his own length on the other shoulder, he stood in front of Yormungand to shelter Lord.

"Boy, the word of the Lord... sounded on this chest"

"Oh, you... are...?

"Non's name is Volksfang-Artigiano. Good luck on your own, kid... I'll take care of it later"

One of the SSS rank adventurers, the "guardian of obliteration" Volksfang laughed nicely when he said so.