Munou To Yobareta Ore, Yottsu No Chikara Wo Eru

"Yikes... Fuck yeah!

Blance slams all his magic into the sword "Tsugu" and waves it down once and for all.

The magic of the courage unleashed became a golden flash, clashing with the impending mass of black death from heaven -.

"Ugh!?

"Guh......!

A huge shockwave that occurred shortly afterwards was eloquently telling the story of its power.

The two forces that clashed in the air antagonize and shout with fierce light and roar.

"Negigi......!

I can't stand too many shocks and Blance's body gradually begins to retreat.

More mistletoes and unpleasant noises rang from his body, his face distorted into pain.

"Step on it, Brance! You're the only one left!

"Huh! I know... ooh!

Power dwells in his eyes at the word of Zwed.

Desperately indulging in the body that was about to be taken, Blance forcefully put his foot forward.

"Ugh... whoa!

Simultaneously with the strong step, Blance grips the sword and slashes it up diagonally.

Moments later, the golden flash jumped a black mass and bounced the fear of death to heaven.

The breath of the underworld, Brace, breaks through the clouds and disappears straight into the sky.

"Ha... ha...!

"Oh, you do it!

"Well done, Brance!

"Exactly!

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! What are you relaxing about?

"... Ugh, you're lying, aren't you?

"Fuck you......!

While joy and praise are bound, everyone who feels it looks up at the sky.

At the end of their gaze, the Dragon King was looking up at heaven and opening his mouth.

On top of that, it's bigger than its own body… float a mass of black magic.

"Hey... much bigger than just now..."

"Are you seriously infinite......!

They have no reason to know, but not infinitely to be exact.

It is true that drawing magic out of the underworld can be done indefinitely as long as whoever is in Jormungand is its heart.

But the vessel won't hold.

Already Yorumungand's flesh had exceeded its limits, and his body, instead of artillery, was gradually beginning to collapse by continuing to fire overpowered shells.

But it doesn't matter to those inside.

Eventually it will be our own obstacle… as long as the load disappears.

"He's superior, you son of a bitch... bounce him back again and again!

Even if you don't know that, Blance still doesn't brace.

Roll magic all over your body again, just turn forward.

The flames of courage never go away.

As long as that life continues.

"Gah... gah... gah!

"Wow!

Jörmungand releases his breath, Brace, to them again as his life is burned at will.

In response to the impending absolute "death," Blance now waved down that sword, Tsugagi.

But...

"Guh...... nooooooooooooooo!

In addition to a much heavier impact than earlier, the drain from a series of wars relentlessly sharpens Blance's health.

His knees were about to break and cracks were spreading on the earth he trampled on.

"Bransu!"

"Oh, I hah... pull!!

But what the thought is, the breath of the underworld "Brace" swallows the courage of Blance all at once.

To the sight, Balmunk was unexpectedly rushing to the road.

"Lo, lord!

"Kuh... what... what am I missing!?

"No."

"What!?

"Lo, Master Lord?

A woman's voice suddenly heard.

It was echoing directly into Lord's head.

"Yes, what's that...?

"It's not enough. On the contrary, Lord."

"No way... is it Klausorus?

The sword of light in his right hand, the sword of the sword of the sword, was speaking.

To tell him how to handle himself.

"Excellent in nothing. Any sentiment is unclean, that is. Don't hold too much, Lord... sometimes you need that too"

"In nothing... Yu..."

"Come on, come on, come on!

"Ha!?

"Ugh!?

"This guy... give me your soul...!?

Black magic looms in front of us, and at the same time, power falls out of their bodies.

The feeling grew stronger as they approached, and they were feeling the cold as if they were in an extremely cold snow mountain.

And the moment Blance's knee breaks regardless of his will, the darkness of the underworld envelops them all at once.

"Huh!"

It was then.

"Oh, again...!

"Shh!?

As soon as the man's voice was heard, the "death" that nearly touched him changed direction just before, disappearing again to the other side of the sky.

And before Brance, who poked her knee to the ground and repeatedly breathed rough...... a bloody dee stood.

"Dear Dee!

"You bastard......! Come on, Dee!

"Zee... zee... wow, wow... a little out of the way..."

It was Dees heading under Solomon, but before that one... no, one neck appears.

Ability of Midgals Olm.

It's "split."

A force that can be decapitated and removed from the torso but they do not die and can return to the torso again.

But since the torso to return was destroyed by Dee and most of his head was destroyed, there were only two left.

One of them became a shield for Yormungand, and the other appeared before the Dees.

"Somebody treat Luca... because she's there..."

"Dear Asclepios!

"Ha ha!

"Are you all right!?

"Hey, somehow...... hey!? Oh, it could suck."

"Bah......!

Dee collapses to the ground with a lot of blood throwing up.

Dee's body had begun to collapse as a result of fighting while sheltering Luca and sucking on the poison again.

"Damn...... please Dee too!

"Yes ~... ah"

"Huh!? Also......!

Over Jormungand's head, once again, a mass of underworld magic was refined, the size of which was even greater than that of earlier.

"Low......!

"Dear Balmunk!

"Les, Levi?

"Lord... let us believe"

"Phew..."

Lord exhales quietly as he feels mighty power from overhead.

Not "not enough" but "too much".

Sure... and he thought.

And he said he was blessed.

To power, to companionship, to the environment, and... to loved ones.

He was getting the irreplaceable so much more than this.

As much as I can no longer recall, such as the three years of suffering.

"So...!

Now I'm just saving Jormungand in pain.

And to break that chain...

"Gahhhhhhh!!

"... leave it to me!

The breath of the underworld "brace" or let go, while Lord kicks the earth and runs through the sky.

The sword of light, the sword of the sword of the devil and silver, the sword of the sword, emitted a white glow, illuminating the center of the breath, the brace, to guide him.

The Lord attaches his left hand to the pattern Tsukaga, and raises his sword Tsukaga to heaven.

And so there was just one wishful sword of light, the sword of the sword of the sword -

"" The Sword of Light that Illuminates the World (Klausorus). "Huh!

I cut off the darkness of the underworld...