No Fatigue: 24-jikan Tatakaeru Otoko no Tenseitan

"You can do it directly by me. This is where the brave men come in.

Definition of perception by [self definition] - "The reincarnated Edgar Curlevel is a being that creates distortion in this world, and its very existence is not in keeping with God's will. The brave Alsherat will kill the reborn Edgar Culver with all his might." "

With the words of Pestle, Pestle - No, Mr. Siel's body fluttered.

"Come on... don't worry. Noir and Blanche are full of hands in maintaining" jail. "Edgar Culver, your opponent is -" "- It's me. In the name of the brave, I will not tolerate the presence of outsiders who disturb the order of this world"

Suddenly, Pestle's expression and tone switched, returning to my well-known Mr. Ciel's.

The colour of the eyes also returns from the silver colour when Pestle is talking to the blue colour of Mr. Siel's original night.

But that Mr. Siel has thrown a fiercely hostile glance at me.

"Don't be confused, Mr. Ciel! You're being manipulated!

"... a worldly myth"

Mr. Ciel trumps up my words, screaming in vain.

The omen was, there was nothing.

The next moment, a fast slash was rushing through my space.

Had it not been for the skills of [hazard perception] inherited from Gazein Munzer and woven into [the Immortalist], it would have been done with the present blow.

But that was only a casual jab for Mr. Siel.

I took my secret weapon out of dimensional storage, sending one high-speed sword strike after another.

- Hey, is that a gun?

For a moment, the tone switched from Mr. Siel to Pestle.

That's right. What I took out was a pistol I got from a crow.

It was not inscribed on that gun restored by the evil god-side reincarnators of the past, but it should have been a wartime German pistol called Walther P38, according to memories from a previous life.

"But you think an old gun like that would help?

Pestle is right.

It's a rotten pistol by previous life standards during World War II, and it's been half a century since it was made in this world.

At the end of the day, there is a concept of HP in this world, so there is no such thing as instant death just because a bullet hits you. Since Mr. Siel is a high level brave man, he must have outmaneuvered more dangerous attacks than bullets. It may only feel like a stone crush, such as a small caliber pistol bullet.

So I took out another gun (...) in my hand at the same time as I put the removed gun into dimensional storage.

"- Shit, 'Ciel', that's dangerous stuff"

I pulled the gun trigger so I could put it on Pestle Word.

Zutatata - and the continuous sounds of the firing coming out of the air leak from the gun.

It was 32 bullets per cartridge that popped out of the muzzle almost simultaneously.

Yes, this guy was a sub-machine gun.

One of the guns I recovered from my previous life's memory, which I call Ingram Modification. I used a short machine gun (sub-machine gun) called Ingram, which was used by the main character in a suspense novel I read in high school. You should be looking at the blueprints too, but the memories were a lot vague and the restoration took a lot of time. I would have been very unable to restore it without the memory reproduction by Melvi's [hypnosis] and the "intuitive grasp of the mechanism I saw once" characteristics of the "mechanical engineer".

Ingram modified firing capacity is 800 rounds per minute at full auto. It's inferior that the original Ingram was 1200 rounds per minute, but enough in this world.

No matter how much Mr. Ciel would be able to prevent this - that's what I thought.

"- Huh!"

Mr. Ciel flashes the Holy Sword with a sharp exhalation.

... No way...!

"... are you serious?"

Mr. Ciel tried to prevent 800 bullets per minute with a sword flash.

No, even when it comes to 800 shots per minute, one cartridge is 32, so it's 32 shots I've prevented, but it's two moves that I don't think are human business at all.

Speaking of which, what a skill [paring] Mr. Ciel had for "being able to play every physical attack of his opponent with a weapon in his hand." (by help info).

It's a hiccup, so let's make sure.

Alsherat Chambers ("The Brave Man of the Holy Sword (Space Feather Grip (Space Ruler)", "Absolute Fracture", "Shame Beauty", "Shame Brave Man", "North Limit Imperial Wolf Tooth Medal", "Orihalcon Medal of the City of Chextat (Kingdom of Sonorat)")

Twenty-four.

Level 95

HP??? (Not readable by the Guardian of the Good God.)/243

MP??? (Not readable due to Good God's Blessing.)/4390 (294 +4096, AD connected the built in MP capacitor of the Holy Sword (Space Wing Grip (Space Ruler)).

Condition??? (Not readable due to "The Guardian of the Good God".

Skills

· Epic

[Dimensional magic] 11 (6 +5, the ad is controlled aid by the Holy Sword (Space Feather Grip (Space Ruler)).

[Empty Walk] 5 (Only the number of steps for the skill level can be stepped in the air.

[Magic Swordsmanship] 5

[Appraisal] 2

- Masterclass

[Swordsmanship] 9 (MAX)

[Spatial magic] 9 (MAX)

[PARING] 5 (You can play any physical attack on your opponent with the weapon you have in your hand.

[Spatial recognition] 4 (Whatever attitude you are taking, you do not lose sight of the sense of direction in all directions.

[Additional Magic] 4

[Signal perception] 4

[Lurking] Four.

[Healing magic] 3

- Generic

"Guardianship of the Good God +3 (Roger-Rule)" (Guardianship of the God Roger-Rule, who directs play and prank. Strong correction is applied to the acquisition and growth of skills that are difficult to acquire, and slight negative correction is applied to the acquisition and growth of skills that are easy to acquire. Drive the opposing opponent crazy. Makes it easier to meet strange people, good or evil. You can optionally cover up some of your stats (up to three places).

Do we have to fight this?

"To that extent, Mr. Edgar!

While Mr. Ciel was being slashed, I took another magazine out of dimensional storage at the same time as only the Ingram modified magazine (...) that I shot up was stored in dimensional storage. Of course, fix it directly to the Ingram modified magazine catch.

The instantaneous reload using this dimensional storage was an operation that I had been practicing over and over again thousands of times until I was able to unconsciously. Yes, it's all for this day.

And another full auto shoot.

Mr. Ciel tries to [parrying] just like he did earlier, but...

"- Huh!?"

Dodddon and one bullet at a time exploded.

He couldn't even recieve the shock, and Mr. Siel is bounced with his sword in place and thrown over the courtyard, breaking through the walls of the burning mansion.

But Mr. Siel has [empty walks].

Mr. Ciel stepped into the air to kill the impact and somehow landed in the courtyard.

But in the meantime, this reload is over.

Full auto shooting again.

Mr. Ciel now comes [paring] after letting the Holy Sword put [dimensional magic] together.

The fireball swells up by making an explosion sound at the same time as the landing, but now it seems completely prevented.

In the meantime, I'm gonna get out of the room about to burn down and land in the courtyard.

"... you use strange tricks?

Is this a pestle tone?

The fact that this attack cannot be seen may mean that Pestle only has general knowledge of his skills.

I gave the Alchemist's [Grant Magic] the magic of Fireball to my current bullet.

However, Mr. Siel had been subjected to the magic put into the bullet by [dimensional magic] by erecting a dimensional barrier.

... Actually, I can use the barriers caused by this [dimensional magic] too.

Or this is one of the defensive magics I developed with Melvi because I thought I needed defensive magic.

I was going to make it one of the trump cards, but Mr. Ciel has been using it flat.

"... you're weak"

I use dimensional storage to reload Ingram instantly, and now I slap the bullet that granted "Thunderbolt" towards Mr. Siel.

Purple electricity ravages Mr. Ciel's surroundings, but Mr. Ciel was still intact.

But Mr. Siel's legs are stopped.

"Spirit of the earth, bind my enemies!

I use the [Spiritual Magic] of the Elementary Master to restrain Mr. Siel's legs with dirt.

"Give me a bad lift..."

Mr. Ciel snaps cold, pulls the dirt plume at his disposal, and takes a step toward me.

While I let my expression seep through my rush, I instantly reload the Ingram modification and beat a bullet for one magazine to Mr. Siel with a full auto.

Mr. Ciel does not move one eyebrow and flashes his holy sword toward the bullet that flies in without even trying to loosen his foot to step out again.

The clustered flash of [Dimensional Magic] kicks a bunch of bullets in one blow -

That's what Mr. Ciel would have thought.

But it didn't.

"Gu...!?"

My released bullet had broken through a barrier by Mr. Ciel's [dimensional magic] and landed on Mr. Ciel's exquisitely decorated silver armor. That wasn't exactly a full bullet hit, but five or six were, and one was eating through a gap in armor into Mr. Siel's abdomen.

What I just shot in was a bullet that granted [Dimensional Magic]. Name it, dimensional barrier armored bullet.

A character said this in a light novel I read in my previous life.

"A good magician thinks about breaking a new technique at the same time when he knits it it."

There was a good chance that Kirisaki, a reincarnator as well, would reach the same magic and skills as me. Also, even if Pestle didn't possess such magic or skills, if you saw me use them, you wouldn't necessarily see through and copy them.

I took advantage of that character's advice to braid the magic of the dimensional barrier while at the same time preparing a way to break it.

I reload Ingram again for a moment and slap the dimensional barrier armored bullet towards Mr. Ciel.

Mr. Ciel let him play some bullets with a holy sword that put [dimensional magic] together, but now he couldn't knock it all off, injuring his arm and leg.

Plus - Reload Ingram Modifications.

Now Mr. Ciel aims to shoot up a mixed magazine of bullets that have been awarded dimensional barrier armor rounds and "Thunderbolts".

"Thunderbolt" entered only one shallow shot, cramping Mr. Ciel's left thigh.

"Come on... I'll do it"

Is the word Mr. Siel's or Pestle's?

Mr. Ciel has not lost light from his eyes while being nailed to the spot by other types of mixed ammunition by Ingram modification and [Granted Magic] of the "Alchemist".

Take the bullets that can be worn, the bullets that cannot be worn, and the bullets that cannot be worn, suddenly, outside.

Mr. Ciel doesn't fall even as he bleeds from all over his body.

The light that sees the opportunity from Mr. Ciel's eyes never goes out.

This is the face of the brave.

An indomitable fighting spirit, which should be directed against the evil god Monugonez and his apostle, will never give up, is radiating towards me now.

That pressure has driven me crazy.

The instant reload, which should have been practiced thousands of times, failed, causing disturbance to the barrage to Mr. Siel only for a moment.

I'm not a brave man to miss that gap.

After the moment, Mr. Ciel was right in front of me.

It's not even a matter of rushing through in an instant.

The space between me and Mr. Ciel (...) is gone.

Mr. Siel's gripping holy sword, Space Wing Grip (Space Ruler), shines.

Mr. Ciel used the power of the Holy Sword to interfere with the space itself.

Mr. Ciel's divine speeding strikes me upset.

The poke pushes forward, chatting the ingram modification I painstakingly assembled, trying to poke my heart.

By twisting myself, I drowned the thrust.

But that thrust is just one of the sword strikes of the brave.

The Holy Sword flies without a moment of stagnation and strikes me to slaughter me.

- But the sword was drawn by the handheld and never reached my body.

"... Shit"

I'm the one who leaked the tongue.

"Steel thread…? That, too, is not just steel thread, but thunderous magic resides...?

Mr. Ciel snaps.

Yes, if Mr. Ciel had come to slash me like that, the arms of those holding the holy sword of Mr. Ciel would have been definitely severed by steel thread. At the same time, the current flowing into the steel thread should have struck Mr. Siel and could have brought him in uncombatable.

But Mr. Ciel noticed it just before and drew his sword.

"Yata-glass" is like Gazein Munzer. - No, it was a reflex rate that exceeded that.

"Mutual… Are you mutual with this brave Alsherat…"

Mr. Ciel snapped in a tone that seeped his admiration.

"But that nasty toy crushed. Mr. Edgar, if you mean to surrender honestly, I promise to kill you as little as possible so you won't suffer. Please, will you surrender?

Mr. Ciel asks so quietly.

There seems to be no falsehood in that word. I don't want to kill useless as a brave man. But if I have to, I will cut off my life in an instant so as not to suffer as much as I can. I guess that's how this guy has lived so far.

"Mr. Ciel, why do you want to kill me?

"That's... because you're an outpatient disorderly man, Mr. Edgar. The same goes for as many toys (...) as just now. If they bring in such a dangerous thing, order in this world will collapse."

"I have come to this world as an apostle to the god Atrazenek, who presides over souls and circles. My purpose is to discuss Hiroshi Kirisaki, the apostle of the evil gods. We're supposed to be together, aren't we?

"Pestle... Ugh..."

Mr. Ciel holds his head down like a headache ran.

But when he looked up again, Mr. Ciel was once again holding the look of Pestle.

"Pfft... it's no use. This is not as easy as brainwashing in Yata-glass. Talking and trying to persuade, that's just the kindness of the messenger of the Good God, but reality is always brutal."

The pestle words are over. No, we run out of space again (...) Mr. Siel's slaughter flew in.

I flush it with the spear pattern I took out of the dimensional storage, but I can't make it out of Mr. Ciel and get pushed to the side of the fight.

But this is also part of the calculation.

"- Ice Spear Flash."

I use Alfred's knitted prowess while I take Mr. Siel's sword attack with my spear.

It was closed to ice with the holy sword and the spear involved.

"Huh!"

Mr. Ciel looks out for surprises.

This is probably the only time we've had a gap like this. I try to wrap the charged steel thread around Mr. Ciel's right arm.

But Mr. Siel was instantly recovering from stunning, letting go of the Holy Sword, striking a retreat, and spinning my unleashed charged steel thread.

Instead, he uses [empty walks] to step in the air and kick me in the heels of the greaves.

I scratch my spear into dimensional storage as I roll down my swinging heel to the ground.

Holy sword frozen with me. I wondered if I could but I just couldn't do it, and the Holy Sword fell to the ground looking frozen.

Mr. Ciel took a great distance from me when he picked up the holy sword that remained frozen, breaking the ice of the holy sword by slapping it against the stone statue that stood in the garden.

Chased there with charged steel thread, throwing fragments of the stripping junction removed from dimensional storage, and releasing "Gatling Flame" to keep Mr. Siel awake.

At the same time, I dive into the flames of Gatling Flame and lurk another flame around Mr. Siel.

"This is-"

Mr. Ciel seems to have noticed - it's too late!

"Bo (Flame Yo), Bo (A while), Bo (Burning Pay U), λ, λ (Whirlwinded SE) -" Flame Storm (Firestorm) S "!

Bwah... and even make a noise, and the flames surround Mr. Siel.

The flame turned into a small tornado and swallowed up Mr. Siel's appearance.

Julia's special move, Flame Storm, is a small version of it.

There are only a few words less (spread) than the original Firestorm, which makes magic difficult to control.

But for that matter, there was a concentration of fire that was supposed to be scattered extensively, and the offense was exceptionally high.

Even Mr. Siel, 360 degrees - no, there shouldn't be a single one if you eat a flame storm that hits from all directions, including up there.

But - I was sure.

Mr. Ciel said he would definitely break this technique.

I'll take the spear out of the dimensional storage and get ready for it.

That time came right away.

Suddenly, part of Firestorm S was ripped through a rectangle of two meters square.

And Mr. Ciel pops out as he pulls the flame out of that rectangle.

It's been a moment since Mr. Ciel put me in perspective.

Mr. Ciel loses space with me again (...) and unleashes an unclamped sword attack.

I was expecting that, and I'm already flying as long as I can get a spear clearance.

Treat Mr. Siel's holy sword with [dimensional magic] with the tip of the spear, which has also been granted [dimensional magic].

but in the next moment the holy sword jumps and the slaughter with his weight hits me trying to break my spear.

Alfred, I was moving exactly as my father had planted me, and I was deflecting my spear from Mr. Ciel's slash line without even thinking about it.

And now release the poke from here.

Mr. Siel misses that poke by waking the holy sword vertically.

I will turn the punch into a shovel.

Mr. Ciel took the spear away with his hands on the other side of the holy sword pattern.

glued state between them.

Me and Mr. Ciel's eyes met.

[Dimensional magic] includes [Dimensional magic], [Magic sword] includes [Magic magic].

Mr. Ciel and my cards looked a lot like each other.

Mr. Ciel laughs.

"If you're not a disturber, you're the strength I want for my party."

"Thanks for that. How comforting it would be for me to be a party member."

- I'm sorry.

Mr. Ciel's eyes stained silver only for a moment.

The next moment, something moved in the corner of the courtyard.

"Shit-"

- The devil!

Two demons were moving at the same time that Pestle said they weren't getting their hands on because they were dedicated to [prison].

The black devil spews poison fog at me, and the white devil is slashed with sharp nails on the tip of his wings.

Both are extraordinarily slow compared to Mr. Siel - but they are not weak enough to be ignored at all.

I'm an idiot!

How could you really take what Pestle says and assume that the devils are not doing anything!

I spray the poison fog with the airflow operation of the Elementary Master, while twisting my white fingernails.

But I felt my spine freeze as I scratched my nails.

Needless to say, I'm full of gaps right now.

If Mr. Ciel loses space and (...) gets slashed, he can't cut through it intact at all.

Once he sustained a hand injury, it was very unlikely that Mr. Ciel would be able to keep fighting each other forever.

- Stuff!

I have a feeling of defeat that I felt more than once when I was playing fighting games in my previous life.

But now I'm feeling that this is just directly linked to my life and death, or to the life and death of my companions, my father and mother and Stef and Melvi and Jeremiah.

If I die, my greatest power, Pestle will gladly strike the end of my remaining power. If he's weaker than me by mistake, he's not the kind of guy I'd miss.

I spin my thoughts like a torrent as I scratch my white devil's nails.

But every proposal I could come up with was a downside measure.

There was despair in my brain.

"- White number 19."

Along with a cool voice, a cube of about three centimeters appeared on one side between me and the white devil.

It didn't fly from anywhere or anything, it (...) suddenly appeared there.

And that cube instantly changes its shape as it continuously makes the closing sound of the shutter. The Great Shield - no, the giant parabola antenna - no, it took the form of a mechanical angel wing.

Its wings swirl sharply in the middle of nowhere.

There was a white devil's neck on that swirling track.

The wings cut the demon's neck with a single blow, cutting the demon's head and bottom off his chest in turn as he rotated further.

"Hey, what..."

While I'm stunned, I almost instinctively check Mr. Ciel's movements.

Mr. Ciel was also frowning at this foreign object that suddenly appeared, stopping him from moving just before he lost space (...).

No - Mr. Siel was blinded by something.

Something about it - it's behind me!

"-!"

I had forgotten the front threat and accidentally looked back.

There was no sign of him. There was a man I knew standing there.

But what was there was the most unlikely person on this occasion.

Plain cardigans and blouses, long skirts, flax hair in three braids - and big, modern streamlined glasses just out of proportion there.

Yes, I was there.

"... Luce,?

"Yes, Mr. Edgar. I'm here to help you because you seem to be in trouble."

grin, said Mr. Rouche, laughing.