Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

The Arquelle Army, the Zanktogaren Army, and the demons led by a vampire named Vy. Appearing on the battlefield of the triplets, Xanctogallen was a monster of four arms, thought to be prepared by the Academy of Magic Conductors. If this is the trump card of the Zanktogaren army, it is also possible that the enemy forces caught up to Setouchi in a monster incursion will breathe back.

But it didn't.

"- Huh!!

A monster who shouts an unspoken roar and wields a great sword gripped by four arms. The spearhead deserves to be said to depend correctly on the allowance. Being in the midst of an intermission makes no distinction between the Kingsguard knights of Arquel, the undead or the Zanktogaren soldiers, crushing and crushing them into dust without equal temporary borrowing. Naturally, Vy, the boss of the undead, can also turn his sword,

"Na, it's Nan! Omae, it's Nannan!?

Leaps and dodges while stripping out long dog teeth and intimidating them. Release an arrow in the air against a strong bow. Three, arrows were fired at as they continued to stand on the body of the alien giant. Even a big man would have difficulty pulling a giant bow, using it like a limb in the air without a stepping scaffold. On top of that, the height of the leap, on which the elegant parabola is drawn, reaches four meters in sight. If that's a four-armed anomaly to the giant body, this is a high-ranking immortal. It was an attack that made the monsters say things to each other, to their out-of-digit physical abilities. … but there is no itching on the target. You can see that it didn't go all the way through the meat, and just gently push your muscles up and fall out.

I was wondering if we could get into a battle between monsters like this.

"- Huh!!

The four arms start smashing and crushing soldiers and zombies who were rolling into the near field, leaving Vy at a distance. Neither were vampires going to confine themselves to an unsuspecting opponent, nor were they going to chase them while sending an alert gaze.

From the Arquelle army, it's as if I don't know why. Judging by the engraved crest, wasn't this the other party's hand that brought him to the battlefield? Why does it keep rumbling around with no distinction between enemy allies or people and demons?

To the bewildered Elisha and others, I heard Pottori and Turius whine.

"Oh, you're totally on the loose..."

"Runaway?"

"Yeah. Daimyo, I'm guessing there's some kind of flaw in the instruction setup right after startup, and they haven't entered a clear target. So that's how you go around attacking everything you see."

For a moment, even listening to a taunting explanation will soon be hacked.

"Wait. Does your lord know anything about that monster?

"Instead of saying I know, I deduced from the characteristics… maybe it's a kind of chimera"

Chimera, a monster that artificially synthesizes multiple creatures with magical powers. If we succeed, he says, we can create individuals with extremely strong fighting power by letting them inherit the advantages of vegetated life.

Artificial. Yes, it is the creatures created by man to fight that are killing in front of us.

"That's the chimera... I've never seen it before."

It's Alfred who says it while swallowing hard spit. I guess, and Turius snorts.

"Because chimeras are hard to make. For the most part, it is the och that interferes with the implanted areas and becomes a failure that does not even move in a busy manner. From what I've seen, that chimera... yeah, I've been working on it a long time."

"What do you mean, your husband?

"Alley, maybe, but it's based on humans, Dooey. How many of them, too?"

Towards the subordination I heard as I was in a hurry, the Lord expressed a frightening conjecture.

Humans? How many people? You used human life as a weapon material for a monster named Chimera? What a blasphemous place to work. If that's the case, the producer must be a crazy lunatic. No, the same seems to be true of Turius, who pointed that out, but if it is, there will be at least one more dangerous person of the same level. It is also in the enemy country of Zanktogaren.

The alchemist continues, sparing the Kingsguard knights who accidentally lose their words.

"The idea itself is the application of meat dolls (fresh golems). Cut parts from multiple humans and aggregate them into one individual. Taking the trouble of operating it purposefully as a chimera means that it is likely to be a measure of magic defense or have some functionality that depends on biological activity. Probably..."

But the mouth was accidentally cut off.

Byung, and an arrow flying in with both ominous wind-cut sounds. Elisha's Sabel slashes it off against herself.

"Uh-huh! Onna, chi, give it to me!

In the direction where the arrows flew in, a bloodthirsty vampire who takes the girl's appearance. He was still more interested in Elisha's blood than in fighting that giant.

Yes, now is not the time to listen to the lecture. An intruder appears from the next and there is confusion, but the fighting continues. Then it was the task of the swordsmen to wield it.

"Sorry, Uncle Ovenil. Let the lecture be another opportunity. He's obsessed with me."

He turns back his beloved horse's head toward his enemies as he discards, and instead hears the voice of a seemingly unfortunate youth on his back.

"Really?... I'll take care of the vampires. That chimera-like monster means this one will take it. Nice, Dooey?

"Ouch. I'm just getting tired of scattering miscellaneous fish. If you want to give me a chance to eat something big, there's no difference."

Douhe, pointing at the water, restarts his proud two-handed sword. This man seems to be a rough war lunatic, too. I mean, like Elisha. but......

(I don't know why...... Doue Schwarzer, he must be a pretty fierce guy, but he's not a good pin.)

Make it an enemy. Make it an ally, the prodigal man who inspires bravery is what she prefers. Even more so if you are a sex owner who likes to fight as much as you are. Even so, I don't find this man attractive for some reason while I'm seeing as much strength as I can. In one way or another, Uni, who should still not have seen him fight in earnest, remembers something more soaked up.

but now I didn't have time to swallow about it.

"Your husband. I was wondering if it would be a good idea to separate each target with a flame."

"Copy that. Bye. - [Fireball Stackert] Oh!

Turius launches a magical attack in the odd form of being the Lord but being prompted by slaves. It is a technique to the extent that it conferred the nature of diffusion on the "fireball", a lower spell, but it was sufficient for restraint.

"- Huh!?

"Ho, ho!?

To a dispersed flock of fireballs, the chimeras and vampires each jump off to great lengths and take distance. First of all, severance is success. Dooey stitched that gap, and Elisha and her Kingsguard Second Knights got sick.

The Bureau of War had already left the hand of man and turned it into by the monster and the outsiders who stepped into its territory.

A huge mass of iron that roars and passes by your body, beside your face, at high speeds. The moment the sword wind reverses your hair and makes your skin feel signs of death. Douye Schwartzer was in the midst of an exaltation of battle, something he had never felt in a long time.

(Kannye...... really kannye, dude)

A four-armed monster wields a four-wielding giant sword. He laughs even as he exposes himself to that streak of attacks.

The thrill of dying instantly just by misreading. Time to scratch your opponent's knife, but on the contrary, not glimpse the gap between seeing a single knife to your enemy. All of this was an experience that has kept me away since undergoing modifications by Turius. There were many enemies. Bandits like straw bundles of trial slaughter, adventurers crumbling drowning in drugs, fangless sheep-like farming demons kept for the Lord's experimental material, and miscellaneous soldiers who have slaughtered several people on this battlefield. Dimensions are different from those people, powerful enemies who are seriously held by the fear that they might be killed. That's now aligning myself with the sword.

If I were to state my dissatisfaction, my opponent is a selfless magic creature, and the strength is that the degree of swordsmanship is amateur... but it's a teething prey in the corner, I wouldn't say luxury. Why don't we just deal with this monster now and clear up our worries fully?

While I thought so, I found a gap.

"Ooh!

The monster shakes his right upper arm down and decides the ground. Thanks to the interference between the arms, the range of motion narrowed and the right flank was empty. Doue slashing away going in there. A human would be the first fatal blow to destroy his intestines.

But the response that comes through is not the same as slashing into the meat, it feels like bouncing back into a thick, tight mass. It's not working.

"-Hey," he said.

With the momentum pushed back, gently step on the dance and retreat. What tough muscles. The flank is difficult to train if you are a regular person and can be a steep point without the use of blades. Even so, this monster did not accept the two-handed sword that had slaughtered his enemies before under one sword.

I didn't have time to be immersed in amazement. Four swords jump incessantly, all in return, hanging from the upper left arm, then paying by the lower right machete, followed by….

"Gahhhhhhhh!?

"Whoa, whoa...!?

A swirling automatic killing machine occasionally involves and destroys soldiers and undead who unfortunately were present in the slaughter's orbit. It seems to be the birthplace of a demonic guide, and the weapon also seems to be a magical courtesy. The demon of spiritual form also did not retain its shapes as soon as it touched the blade, and changed from dust. If I take a direct hit from something like this, even Dooey will be safe or not. A sword tip that tore apart the air indistinguishably from the rest plundered some of Dooe's body, slashed his hair tip off and carved a crack in his armor.

And every time, his grin deepens.

(Keung Yee)

But it's still not enough. The thought turned the smile into a beastly one.

Not yet, not enough. You'd be able to corner me more, wouldn't you? You'd entertain me more, wouldn't you? All you can do is wield four swords? Don't you have any other drawers? I'm not satisfied with it as it is. I still have plenty of room to think about that. You used to be kept secret by our homeland, the nostalgic Zanktogaren, right? It's just sturdy, stupid, with extra arms.

Such thoughts protrude from his belly and jump out of his mouth through his lungs.

"More... more fun for me, jerk!

of a sword strike falling like a waterfall, between moments. Dooe stretches his sword tip as he steps in and looks at his chest. Response to deciding between pomegranate and meat. Now it worked. I feel my sword pierce the monster's outer skin and even reach the flesh. But shallow. It's just a scratch.

Still, it's their first painful hand.

"- Huh!?

The four-armed giant jumped back like it had been played. As if confused by the feeling of pain. The swordsman laughed at it with his nose.

"Whoa, what are you doing? I guess I just scraped my breasts a little bit."

In fact, it's a blow that didn't even reach the bone and, on the contrary, didn't even cut the muscle. To this extent, it is the work of a drooling kid who has just held a sword, such as taking a distance to a great deal.

Jiri, and Dooe pack a step.

The opponent also takes a step back.

A man who should barely make it through a bragging blow packs his distance, and a monster who should be able to kill him if he eats a blow chooses to retreat. That strange development was repeated several times - the monster reached the limit of patience first.

Doong kicked soil and made a big jump. Diseases in the air like a giant turns his back on the full moon.

(Is it because you let the figure say things and cut them off from the top of the scale?

The swordsman decides so. Interesting. Whatever amateur thoughtful choice of power to leave to you, but with the extraordinary giant and monstrous to exchange it, the power to be exerted will not be foolish. On the contrary, the power of the counter this one rolls out jumps as well. If they're willing to decide on a battle at once, why don't we go out with them...

But he forgot one important fact. He looks somewhat manly, albeit alien, but his opponent is Chimera. It is a biological weapon that multiplies organisms with each other and has multiple strengths. However, with a lot of arms and strong and sturdy power, you can gain from the back of the Zanktogaren army.

The monster is the culmination of a great leap, breathing deep and wide enough for his chest to swell. Breathe deep enough for the excess momentum intake to make the wind feel up to Dooe, who is more than ten meters away.... it reminded him of the preparation some monsters have for an attack method.

(Huh! Son of a bitch, no way......!?

I open my eyes to a sense of crisis crawling up my spine. But it's too late. He's already in a position where he drops his hips and holds his sword for interception. Not in time to deal with the attack that's about to fly.

The monster changes his expression for the first time with a stunned look in his eyes, Doue. That was indisputable and a mockery of the winner looking down on the loser.

"- - - Huh!!!

Red-hot air pours down into the basin wilderness. Involve everything in the place where the owner of the two-handed sword was, on the surface where the grassy corpse rolls. Exhalation of fireworks, where oxygen was obtained from the air taken in from the mouth and the fuel was lit up from the bag provided in the body.

Brace. Possessed by a high-ranking warcraft or dragon, it casts magic on your breath and releases it to your opponent, killing aliens. This was why the producer Professor Grauman completed the four-armed giant as a chimera. In Fresh Golem, a collection of corpses moving with magic, it is insufficient to perform functions derived from living organisms. It will also worsen the fuel consumption of magic due to its depletion during use. That's why it's a chimera, a creature transplanted with parts. Because if you live, magic will be produced and accumulated in your body.

As the infamous disciple once did, applying a lobotomy to slaves destroys and obeys self-consciousness, modifies the skeleton to make it giant, and transplants and strengthens selected muscle tissues from other slaves. A chimeric weapon of the human body, incorporating a monster's brace bag in a quote that adds new arms. That was who the monster was.

A giant lands a loud noise on the ground of a basin that is now a complete burning field. There is no shadow in sight that moves other than the flames that burn. All that's rolling is the wreckage that you can't know was once a living or undead. At least, I saw no existence anywhere that hurt me by waving a two-handed sword. Confirming that, 'it' breaks the mouth with nitwit. It's called the mockery ahead, the expression that an ex-human who was deprived of emotions and thoughts shouldn't have. Perhaps the grin was something of an emotion called appeasement that should have been lost. Threats were made, and I thought I would never be hurt by anyone at the earliest opportunity.

but there was no time for the monster to immerse himself in human sentiment. The directive, which remained incomplete at start-up, has not yet achieved its objective. We have to carry out the instructions given earlier - the annihilation of all enemies present on this battlefield. Artificially embedded mechanical instincts are fast and fast.

The monster circled his thick neck trying to find another target again,

"Haaaaaaaaaa!!

One of the four arms was amputated with a slash from behind.

"- Huh!?

The scream rises to a severe pain that is not comparable to the pain when your chest is shallowed. Later, the sound of his arm falling to the ground with a great sword in his grip sounded. Splashes (shavings) of blood from the wound evaporate as it hangs from the surrounding flames and raises the odor.

It was completely puzzling. He said he didn't see any enemy shadows in the area burned down by the braces. No, Ning Ro, that's where it's weird. That nasty enemy, the two-handed sword man, was wearing armor. Whatever the scorching exhalation, it is not until the iron mass is melted away without trace. Even if it burns, the remains of the armor and the great two-handed sword should remain.

If...

Another blow. Now the right arm flies a thousand cuts with all two Lord's deputies.

- The enemy is still alive. And he's still attacking himself!

The monster enlightens with the wars, looks up as he was bounced, and looks around. Black winds were rushing around the wilderness of hell as the backwinding flames scorched the night sky. Walking at a rate that goes unnoticed is a great sword in both hands that houses the glow of black iron. It is Douye Schwartzer.

I didn't see the enemy. It was too fast, I just didn't see it.

"Gwwwwwwww!!

From the mouth of the swordsman comes the fury of human separation. A loud voice that shivers the atmosphere and even suppresses the war. It was a madness that could make my eyes run bloody and scream for my teeth to be ripped out, even if I thought of this one as a monster.

Boom, and a two-handed sword waves as it sounds a ruinous tone. Now transformed into a single arm, Chimera took it as if she were frightened of what was left. Collision. The sound of an explosion that struck an old fishing bell at the mercy of force. Immediately afterwards, the legs of the chimera float in the universe and float backwards with tremendous momentum. An outside giant defeated less than two meters of human strength, albeit great.

A monster who puts his heel on the ground and lands while carving a long leg. The roar leaks from his throat, his shoulders, his knees trembling into small pieces. I'm scared. I had been peeking into my face since I was hit with pain earlier. That had now appeared with a clear form. An emotionally drained combat weapon, a machine with meat, is resurrecting fears that should have been lost, in front of real monsters who have jumped across the human spectrum.

At the end of that gaze, the pitch-black swordsman slowly took a step. I don't think the boulder burned me by the braces was intact. He had a scorching eye on his face and a skunk and smoke were rising from the armor joint. But that's the other way around horrible. Knowing the heat and pain of being burned by fire, Dooe continues to hold on to his warfare and authority.

"Same. with the time of Canales."

Hit and change from earlier and squeal with a quiet voice.

"Everything in my eyes slows down, and I can't help but get my head straight. If you wave your sword, you'll get some stupid horsepower from the fire. After all, is that bastard's manipulation?

It's obvious to yourself that you're not expecting a response. Every step of the way while leaking it, surely the time is packed.

... Actually, his remarks are a good off target as well. There is no way that Turius, who is trying to be efficient, could incorporate futile and risky features such as preventing him from exercising his full potential once he is in crisis. Dooe's physical ability to exert - although he is worn thick waste on the bottom with physical modification - is his natural local power. What it doesn't usually show is that the common sense I've developed in my life so far is braking "my power corresponds to this degree," or is it unconsciously saving me from wanting to enjoy the death fight?

Either way, he waves his sword unaware of his own funny.

"Well, that's good. Let's keep going."

A great sword was erected on the upper stage so that the serpent could lift his sickle. He dropped three arms and just blew his body off again. It is now understood that its power will not be comparable to when the battle was launched. The barometric monster also retreated - stopping.

You can't run away. This black beast comes instantly slashed if you show him your back. Then there is only an interception to be made. The simple answer is that you can't escape unless you kill him, so you just have to kill him. Chimera now chooses to relate to her enemies by her instincts and will, not by the directives entered. The change could have been an eye-catching discovery for producers and other alchemists. But those who discover its fruits will not appear in the future.

Warmed by fire, too hot a wind blew between the two to call it the autumn breeze. At that moment, Dooey's body is sumptuous, and when he realizes it, it appears behind his opponent. Two hand swords, in a swinging position.

And the giant of the chimera opens from the top of his head to the left and right,

- Zuzun...

It sounded like ground, and it collapsed.

Slightly rewind time. The battle between the other battlefield, the Second Knights led by Elisha and the Undead led by Vui, was also extremely fierce. [The princess knight], who crossed the unicorn and became a rider, shouted bravely, emptying a wind hole in the enemy's line. All those who were on the way hung on horseshoes, both Zanktogaren soldiers and monsters. Most of the surroundings are enemies, and the allies are only the facades of the Kingsguard they know on their own. If so, you don't have to worry about peer-to-peer. That's how he responds to the brave martial arts the captain wields, and his men sweep the remaining enemies and widen the enemy's holes.

He was now in a state of disarray after losing his chain of command, so to speak of a Zanktogaren soldier known for his plagiarism. If so, it can't be the enemy of the kingdom's most elite Kingsguard Knights. In addition, from the rear defense base, there will be no backup fire under the command of the Dordolan Border Uncle, or a magical attack that Turius seems to have unleashed, so there will be no build-up. They were eating demonic ambushes in the battle from day to day, plus winding up due to their own weapons runoff, rapidly decreasing their numbers.

The undead are also unwilling to command the rulers, who were orderly, even though they would increase the dead to materials. A gathering of individuals attacking the living with instinct and resentment, the U.N. crowd. This one was an organization again. Shots are reduced without being able to fight back.

The trend in the battle of the triplets rapidly leaned towards the Army of Arquelle.

"Surprisingly, you can handle it, Lieutenant!

To his men, who say as he slashes and kills enemy soldiers, Alfred loosens his hard expression slightly.

"Yeah. It's big that Lord Schwartzer is holding me back on what looks like the other one's back. It would be a little frightening if that thing was rampant here."

That giant monster with the touch of a chimera. It is a foolish weapon that even involves and rambles up a friend army, but it is a considerable threat even with its gigantic body and arms alone. Killing each other in the midst of such a monster is not enough. And the other monster, the vampire, our captain, was dealing with us. Thanks to this, Alfred and the others can only deal with the medium undead, which is easy to give, or the almost total collapse of the Zanktogaren soldiers.

(I'd just like to head over to cover the captain if I can)

Thoughts, I see a long road paved with blood and corpses sown on the battlefield. It's the passage of a monster looking like Elisha and a vampire-like girl on a unicorn.

(If you have different leg speeds like this, you don't have to catch up)

Though a servant Second Knights, they don't have enough budget to deploy to all members, such as rides that can produce the same speed as Unicorn, a high-ranking spiritual beast. Thanks to this, Elisha, who is at the top of the list under these riots, is set to pioneer as a qualified unicorn rider. At the end of the day, in the Second Knights, it is the tradition that heads the strongest. It is a form of effective use of the most powerful force, even if it is not meant to be.

But that's also the story if the usual enemy is the opponent. What Elisha is fighting for now is a vampire, a distinct presence even in the undead. I don't think she would take the unconsciousness, but it was a nasty feeling in case you think about it. Assuming a sober woman, a unicorn rider, hangs on a vampire's poison teeth… an imagination that is not very, but not pleasant.

Is it the reason why such thoughts were distracted during the turmoil? Alfred didn't realize that there was a loosely ominous shadow standing behind him.

"Lieutenant, jeopardize!

"Huh!?

Turning with the screaming voice of his men, there is the figure of an enemy soldier who could not have been resurrected after his death for half his life. That increases the willingness to kill and strikes the sword in my hand.

slaughter. The sound of a steel blade cutting off bone meat sounded.

"Phew, Deputy Commander -"

One of the knights squeals like he's out of his mind.

"- No, don't be surprised."

An enemy with his body three equal parts beside him collapsed to the ground.

Before that, Alfred looks remorseless with the two swords he shook off. It is not only a long sword that I have been waving, but also pulled out a spare dagger that remained suspended on my hips, a duplicity.

"No, what you did with me distracted you too much on the battlefield."

His humiliation also gives him a revealing bitter smile, and the knights of his surroundings fly.

"Absolutely. If she finds out, she'll scold you for relaxing."

"Really."

"Steady, the boulder is Al's husband. Surprisingly, the skill of [Prudel Machete of Twin Swords] is still alive."

The Kingsguard Second Knights gathered strong and fierce men from all over the kingdom. The number two vice president can't be weak. The duplicity, transmitted as originating by the hero [Joshua Mondo, the brave man of the double-knife], who bombarded his martial arts with dragon killings three hundred years ago, boasts unprotected sharpness within the regiment, except for Elisha. Usually he turns to the suppressor of the ruinous captain and is not noticeable, but this man was also another unafraid crook.

"Ha... That's a raven and a horn, you've swept up a lot of nearby enemies. What's the damage?

"Crisson's guy was eaten. For once, I made a mistake before I lost my soul."

"This is a young man with an extra Buddhist heart to the confused Zanktogaren soldiers... you shithead, the savages"

To sum up the reports, nearly twenty knights are hanging in the hands of demons and enemy soldiers. Those who should be lowered backwards for treatment are more than that. It is also a matter of fatigue that comes not only from the dead and wounded, but also from the fact that they are fighting through the day. The potion for treatment and other items in hand were also paid for.

"That's a lot of damage to the boulder... is this going to be hard to follow the captain,"

Say, Alfred looking east of the battlefield. Elisha disappeared with vampires, and the blood path that should have been opened is about to be closed with the pressing pressure of enemy soldiers and the undead. The courage to jump into the midst of a mixed war with his now depleted men is not in the boulders.

(Please stay safe, Captain. There aren't many knights in the kingdom with the amount of equipment that can hold these rough people together)

All I can do to myself at the earliest is evacuate my worn men and pray for her survival. Alfred bit his lips in a sense of helplessness he had long forgotten since gaining the position of deputy commander.

On the battlefield, where darkness fell at night, the spark of multiple fencing blooms. What is causing it is a bump between Elisha's sharp sword, which is slightly shaken to wield on the horse, and the vampire's gain, a woman named Vye.

(Has the idea simply passed that if the target is a bowman, fill the distance)

On the face of the female knight, there is a grin that is only fierce to call a bitter smile.

The long bow in Vai's hands was more than just a shooting weapon. The parts at both ends are pointed like bulls or sheep's horns on top of metal coverings, and even thoroughly grown up to spikes that are stained with gold bars. It is clearly a preparation for melee. Regardless, there will be difficulty in retrieving it with the bow strings tensioned, Vy has a monstrous rigidity that wields it gently like a twig.

"Onna, persevere!

"Ha ha, keep attacking me from there, well said!

Elisha says alongside a miserable smile to Vy who can roar in frustration. The fierce battle between a monstrous woman and her daughter, who is a monster from the truth, continues even as she drives through the battlefield. All those involved in it were chopped, crushed, or shot. Elisha's knife trident, his horse's hoof, his beating with the bow of Vui, and the flowing arrow, will overthrow him to the point where he was nearby. Yet it is a wind of death.

It was this naturally catastrophic battle that kept happening even though it was not possible to just ambush the demons from behind the main battalion. Naturally, the Zanktogaren soldiers on the path panicked.

"Hi-no-no!?

"This is where we can fight! We're getting away!

"Stay!? Leave me alone!?

Soldiers who lose their will, abandon their weapons, turn their backs on us and their enemies and flee. Some of them hang their lives on undead claw teeth where they have become defenseless. But the decisive momentum of the embankment did not stop, and thousands of soldiers joined together and began to flee east and east. Triple warfare is about to turn things into one-on-one death fights.

"Ugh! This, whoa! You bastard!

In a hurry to stagger repeatedly over and over again, Vy made his legs say things and jumped vertically. Seeing as bad minutes in the melee, I guess I'm going to escape into the unstoppable air and distance myself, and hang up the battle with a bow magic that I'm good at.

No matter what, they can't just shut up and forgive it.

"Running Awwwww!!

A temperament voice that I don't think came out of a woman's throat. At the same time, the unicorn hisses high. Unicorns also kick the ground again and make a huge leap. In an attempt to hunt down the moon-backing Vy, it was the momentum of the unleashed arrows that drove the universe.

A white comet rising upside down into the sky. stretching toward himself. Besides, Vy rounded his eyes for a moment,

"Hahahahahahaha! Idiot!"

Then, he laughs at me as funny as he gets hungry.

Bhun, and a curse engraved all over his body glowed along with a low, roaring boot sound. At the same time, Vui's body, which should fit at the top of the leap, rises slightly fluttered against gravity. A magical flight. The precision of the operation is a neck and the flying speed is slow, but that's enough to handle the attack from Elisha out of position. Attack with great temper, thank you. Later, hopefully, he crashed into the ground by mistake and waited to be visited by Todome - the vampire mocked his prey with a sense of superiority.

But magically twisting and bending the principle is not the privilege of nothing but monsters.

"..." Air Burst: Ah!

Explosion. The air explodes just below the unicorn hoof, applying pressure and pushing it to further heights. Elisha's unleashed wind magic. He used the technique of blowing up enemies with impact and disfiguring them with damage to propel himself.

The height fits. The gaze also matched. The blood-running eyes of a unicorn that betray his title with a noble spiritual beast and the eyes of a rider with a beauty that even outstrips it.

"To? Huh? Huh!?

Further spells are spun to pronounce the death penalty on Vy, who betrays and upsets the certainty of the must win.

"" Water Stream. "Ow!

Median magic of water attributes. It is inferior to the more superior [Hydro Stream], but it is a magic that strikes enemies by emitting powerful water currents. This is also converted to thrust, just like the "Air Burst" earlier. Accelerate at once and approach Vui.

Targeted at her was a single horn that housed a guillari and swordswallowing glow. A corner of the unicorn, considered a holy beast, is said to be a spirit medicine that will heal all diseases if fried, and thus reveal the power of evil if penetrated. It has a deadly effect on the undead, who live after the death of the impure, fighting the reason of the immortality of the living.

Staggered. Clash. Impact.

And a horseman and a monster were blown in the opposite direction, as they were played.

The moment of the collision, the protruding impact generated from the inseam. Elisha bears this hard by tightening her horse belly with her thick crotch.

I hit it. I hit it. In addition to acceleration and weight, it is a thrust of unicorn horns that work on the surface for those with demons. Even though he was a vampire, he died instantly. The freaking pleasure crawls up my spine at what I've done by feeding my freaks second only to the beaten freaks.

But it's not good that I blew it up. The target is an immortal vampire. If you let the distance go, it will give you time to heal the damage. We managed to minimize the rigidity caused by the landing and continue the pursuit.

I think about it so much, I realize it.

(Wait. Why, blow it up?

Elisha would have stabbed her opponent in the corner of Unicorn's head. If so, some of the impact will be struck by the force to pierce the target's body, and it will not blow brilliantly. No, not quite. This feeling of cutting the wind, Elisha and horseback riding are also being blown away in the opposite direction. This is definitely not the result of eating a unicorn horn.

- Brrrrrrrrrr...... Huh!?

Elisha realized the anomaly when Gakuri and her horse's lower back conveyed a feeling of weakness. Reflectively, he pulled his leg out of the jaw, kicked his horse in the back and jumped. Flipping herself in the air, she looks under her eyes and there the unicorn collapses like no other. Stupid, Elisha glanced. Her beloved horse is not just a spiritual beast. A famous horse trained to endure strenuous training. Past training, which faded the Vice Commander's face, also shows the artistry that runs down the valley so deep that the bottom is invisible, safely with only four legs. It wasn't something that was believed, such as screwing up and falling on a landing.

A spiritual beast gliding through the earth with extra momentum. Its head was swayed dangling as if after it had stuck its feet in the deep snow, making sure that even one of the two iconic corners was lowered to the skin.

"No way......!

It was also once that he killed and landed a shock with the magic of levitation, while Elisha runs in the direction of the enemy's disappearance. From the back of his brain, he was forgotten about the rides that lay on the ground and cramped. It may be ruthless, but that unicorn won't help anyway. It was more a prerequisite to ascertaining the enemy's condition than that.

Enemy shadows were found within a hundred meters.

"Guuuuuu...!

A vampire girl who leaks groans of pain and glows her blood-running eyes with hostility. There were enemy soldiers rolling around, cramped, thinking they had been caught in a crash. Her legs are crushed painfully, as if they were even caught in a ground molar. Probably something that hurt during the collision in the air. At the same time, it was known that it was the seed of horned tricks.

In that moment of clash, Vy did not avoid a raid, but plunged the other way. He stretched out his legs and kicked them away from the corner toward the impending horse surface. And with that reaction, he jumped as much as he wanted, blowing Elisha and the others away, and flew himself in the opposite direction to avoid danger.

"What a jerk..."

Unexpectedly, the fear leaks. It is not the birthplace of a decent idea, such as kicking and crushing a horse against his head instead of sneaking it through. What kind of light business would that be? But the girl's identity is a vampire unknown to humans. If you think of it in terms of human physical abilities, it is unlikely that it will be possible in difficult circumstances. As evidence of this, is not he who is supposed to be on horseback a feather to put his foot on the earth?

"Chi, I don't..."

Before Elisha fills the distance, she grabs up a Xanctogallen soldier whose arm is stretching and cramping under her ass. Though she looks like a little girl, forty to fifty kilograms would be eye-catching. Should a boulder be called a Zanktogaren strongman to live up to its weight, which has fallen far above? No, a little bit could be a corpse that's just showing a life response. The only thing I can say for sure is that it is a source of outfit replenishment for vampires.

Zobri and a fang stuck up the soldier's throat. Vy sipping his blood as he nodded his throat. Nourishing further improves the ability of vampires to recover. The broken bone makes a noise and connects, restoring its original idle appearance while also looking at the meat that was blowing up.

No matter, it's not Elisha who shuts up and drops it off.

"No, no, no, no!

A flash swung down from the large upper section as the momentum of the disease remained. But only the poor victim, not the target, was caught by it.

"Ugh, oh, oh..."

The former soldier, who was sucked and cut off blood and was dry and fruitless with Lesser Vampire, was slashed and weathered from his shoulder.

The sound of landing on the meadow behind your back. At the tip of Elisha's gaze, looking back to show no gaps, Vye was staring into his own hands, frightened.

"eagle, of, yumi......"

What was there was an example long bow broken from the middle. The cursed bow, which had taken many lives as a monster's weapon, had broken down in a crisp pressure and had ended up being a crap for nothing.

"I won't yul......! How dare you! Of the eagle, yumi!

A sharp monologue quickly turns into a seeping roar of anger. Pressing the night breeze and sounding is the voice of a vampire fiercely murderous. Elisha opens her mouth so that she dares to make a flat joke about a situation in which no responds but also incites tension.

"Don't bark, shut up. Even this one is killing my beloved horse. In terms of the value of the lost items, I think this one is bigger?

"Colossus! Suck the chi, corn!

Lose the weapon against the person who should be the bait, and this attitude at the end of the sentence. Naturally, Vy went up sharply.

But that's what Elisha wants. Those who have left themselves to anger will often lose their calm and run into direct violence. That's the same for humans and demons. The point is that he comes mad and beats me up.

Horses that have advanced, it is also the owner of a high spiritual beast like a kick and kill. It may seem like an idiot, such as challenging a melee at it. But vampires are a species that is also good at magic and alien powers. As I saw earlier, Elisha can't use magic either, but she is definitely better at swords. Better than a magical shootout, let's just say we still have a minute.

Fulfilling, Vy rode the provocation.

"Si... hey, yeah, yeah!!

Vy rushes this way with his eyes glowing red at the blood dawn. The dead grass is dispersed in the footsteps that kick the ground by ground, and a strange noise of mechanics is heard.

From the ten fingers on both hands of Vui, as you can see, the long, curved nails were stretched out, while still presenting the appearance of the hook nails. It would be one of the vampire powers, the transformation of the flesh. He transformed his flesh into a form suitable for tearing down his prey and bathing his blood.

A finger turned into an evil murder weapon, roaring up and approaching.

"... it's a cluttered offense!

But that, lacking tactics and skill, clouded even the hunter's instincts with anger, was only a hand in momentum. Elisha flushes with her sword along her nails, hilarious and spinning. I slashed it on Vui's back without rubbing it.

[Princess Knight] 's sword had indeed torn off the skin of a vampire, slashed meat, and ghosted to suck blood and even bleed.

"Haaaaaa!? Are you nuts? CH, DE!? Ahhh!!

Vy wields his hands and feet in an increasingly frenzied manner. Let vampire-specific regenerative abilities say things, and the back wound was scratching away the moment the blade fell out. If you were human, you would have said you had a fight. Deep hands are not damaging at all. Yet she is losing her temper to pain.

"This sword is also a form of courtesy. If so, it also works to afflict the undead surface, or"

Anyway, I wish the healing would have been delayed. Elisha shudders as she frowns, restarting. If it was meant to be, it would be where we should continue to attack with gaps. She hesitated to do so because

"ARRGAAA...... Huh!?

"Hih!? Ghaaaaaa!?

"GUOOHHH...... Huh!!

A herd of undead around Vui, one after the other, becoming or being crushed. Or the Zanktogaren soldiers who missed the run. For this sight. It just goes through the pain and gradually destroys the objects involved. It's like going barefoot to stop spinning giant windmill feathers, such as jumping helplessly into such a vortex of destruction. It was visible that they would be crushed within neglect.

Once again, I recognize the monster. Arm strength, leg strength, instant strength, endurance, endurance, all different digits from humans. This is even my physical ability that I thought would be a battle to some extent. It's a good ingredient not to use magic because you've lost your cool, but how comforting is that?

In Elisha's view, Vy's crusade rank is undisputed A-rank. That's also unlimited to a, high vampire one step ahead of the vampire road. Areas where the top adventurers would not be able to fight without forming a coalition as well as a detachment party. I'm hanging my hand there.

Although she has no reason to know, to tell the truth, Vy's physical specs don't even take a pull on Sharr, a road-class vampire, except for his many weaknesses. It is only magic and its ability to operate that does not extend, and the only thing that could not be fattened in spite of this is that the sequence relationship is written as a top priority. The birth of a foreign-law alchemist has the potential to rock the world even when it comes to failures.

An elite Kingsguard knight representing a nation, its essence, the Knights Commander. A monster who can break the battle power gap by the point of despair.

Before that,

"Oh... that's good...!

Elisha Rosmond Barbastle leaks a smile in a sobering manner.

One hand mistake, no. Extreme situation where the other person just dies without one hand. I didn't know he was exhaling a caged breath of enthusiasm at the touch of Death's fingertips on his skin.

For the first time in a decade, he has lived as a knight. Strong enemies. In other words, fascinating prey.

Elisha liked to fight. It doesn't mean there was a hang-up. I was born with that kind of sex. The reason I flew out of the Marquis de Barbastol is not just to escape an unintended marriage. I chose to do what I wanted to do.

Honorable battlefields, enemies in difficulty, moments when life and death intersect and spark! Everything I had dreamed of since I was young was within reach.

Point the gaze of the maiden herself in love at the daughter of a vampire who keeps rumbling properly.

"Hey, look at me."

One, two steps and I approached the other as I mouthed him to sing.

"You hate me, don't you? You want to kill me, don't you? Then why are we putting it on the wrong side of the road?"

I'm telling you, I'm going to freak out my own mouth. I thought you were stubborn.

No, in fact, she was obstinate. My dear opponent, whom I met in the corner, is immersed in a boring elephant who has lost sight of this one. I've never been so jealous.

"Uh...?

Vy finally saw Elisha moving only her neck in a frenzy. And as I recall, let the hatred for her roll again. Elisha rolled, too. My heart buzzes and tension rises comfortably on my hands and feet. I learned a twitchy cut at the tip of my chest, and the inside of my body drizzled and moistened.

This is just a foreplay reward. How much pleasure do you get when you settle?

"... Colossus!

"Yes! Just look at me, if you want to kill me, kill me! Don't be shy, I'll kill you too!

Humans and vampires, two women collide as they exchange shouts. Driven by one or hate and appetite, while driven by one or joy and passion.

Elisha's sword plays, deviates, and recieves the raging vampire's claw teeth. The female knight was aware of the same disadvantage, even though she sometimes carved the wound with one hand of return.

At first glance, Elisha may seem more dominant with skill. Because he does not take the opponent's attack as a blow, but on the contrary inflicts several wounds on the enemy.

But no.

Vampires don't even have some cuts or anything. Let that immortality say things and let them regenerate in no time. The only way to do damage beyond this much healing is to slash off the limbs, or target the neck and heart, a weakness no different from vampires. It is difficult to target a stormy attack with skill.

Meanwhile, no matter what form this one takes, a blow leads to fatal injury. It's the monster's power anyway. The meat can be choosen just by plundering, the tendon can be broken, and even the bone can be broken. Wherever it hits, it is imperative that the meat is taken from it. It is therefore unacceptable to be attacked wherever you go, no matter where you strike.

The vampire's arms increase the speed at which they roll it out by the time it's ruinous.

The female knight's tattoo feeds on this by summing up preface and intuition.

The incandescent dead race gradually tilted the balance toward Vui. Elisha is pushed in twitchy and slightly delayed in returning the tip of the sword used for the recirculation. Streak fatigue, limit of concentration, weight of enemy blow. Various negative factors pushed the knight's sword in.

And finally, Elisha's right shoulder creeps down.

"No, no, no, no!

Vampires rolling out their claws with the voice of joy. The unpowered lowering of the right arm holding the sword is certainly a good opportunity. Once and for all, we decide on a battle that we can no longer afford a small diversion.

It was that moment.

"!? Ki-"

For a moment, Vy loses sight of his prey and becomes a werewolf. to its open left eye,

"That's it, there's a gap!

The stiff heels of the armored shoes were engulfed.

Elisha's body sank in without killing the momentum she lowered her right arm, turning one turn to forward on the ground. He stretches his legs straight out and slaps them into the face of Vui as he jumps in. It is a shower kick. It was a substitute from exposing the crevices of rolling in front of the enemy to what is termed a show of entertainment fighters. How dare you choose it in action, but also in this life-threatening groundwork, and succeed in inflicting a brilliant beating? Now the vampire was in pain by holding down his crushed left eye.

"- Gaaaaaaaa!? Meh, meh! Me, that's insane!!

"In return for my horse. Don't hesitate to taste it."

When I get up as I say, I set up a sabel while making a noise. Vampire resilience will also take time to repair when the subject becomes a delicate organ like an eye. The balance of the battle now leaned heavily towards Elisha.

"Wait, I'll stab the definite todome now. -" O six flowers of heaven, a fierce wind across the earth. Tie it here now and stay on my blade. ""

With the chant, he puts a finger with a sword finger tied to the belly of the sword and circles the magic from the forehead to the tip. The immortal monster will be ready for a blow to finish with a knife. Meanwhile, vampires squatting holding their faces still groaned at the pain of being crushed in one eye.

Things change again when it seems that Elisha's victory will end like this.

Doon, a far-sighted shock that echoes. Hot air that sears the skin slightly at the same time. On the other side of the battlefield, the point where Dooe was fighting a Chimera-like monster, was engulfed in bright red flames.

It's huge for that kid's magic.

The emotion of a female knight is to that extent. The prerequisite is to ensure that the enemy in front of you is slaughtered more than that. But vampires in pain had another feeling.

"Hono? Hono, eagle, tasty..."

Blurry up and reflect somewhere not here in the left right eye, someday not now. And the tattoo engraving began to glow as it echoed the evocative emotions.

Elisha doesn't know. That the way this vampire exercises his magic is different from the normal one. This girl's intelligence regresses and she can't even chant satisfactorily because of the madness she had fallen in her lifetime, or because of the harm she had already vampired on herself. Making up for it is a way to activate magic by engraving a surgical ceremony all over your body and feeding it with magic.

That is, fuel consumption is the only thing that gets significantly worse, but whatever magic it is, it allows it to be activated without chanting.

Only against the Zanktogaren army showed that. The only thing I used against Elisha was the easy flying magic of unchanging. The tragedy of many soldiers being swept away at once is a sight played out across a thick curtain called Enemy Army for the face of the kingdom of Arquel. Therefore, there is no reason to know that.

So this is a mistake of ignorance. Blaming is harsh, but it is a fallacy that can lead to death.

Turning to Elisha, who was about to let go of his wife without knowing anything, the magic of Vui's intent to kill was activated while consuming an enormous amount of magic.

"... mooooooooooooooooo!!" Ignis Fatas: Uuuuuuuuuuu!!!!

"Become -"

In the Kravikühl basin, again unclean fireworks were lit.

"Hahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!

Vy was laughing high before the flames burning without the heat.

I make a humid noise with the cuddly cuddly cuddly, and finally the repair of my left eye is over. The woman, who was a busy prey, has disappeared swallowed by this prison flame. The enemy is gone. It's my victory. I feel good. After all, flames are on my side. Even after all this success, you'll protect me.

"Hahaha! It's refreshing! It's refreshing! Creepy, Yikes!

I feel tired due to lack of magic, but I felt refreshed even if I subtracted it. He's blown away somewhere with headaches and discomfort, thanks to beating all his strength without thinking about it.

Oh, my God, isn't that easy?

I just get violent without thinking, and my unpleasant thoughts and strangely sad moods disappear. If you only listen to the impulse of this blood and the commands of those who stand above you, that will solve everything. You don't have to worry about anything.

So you don't have to remember anything.

"Gu!? Ugh...?

The headache that I thought had disappeared came back again.

Again, trying to remember something I can't remember, I have a headache. My chest hurts too. It doesn't. It hurts somewhere, too. It hurts, it's painful.

If I don't think about it, I'm fine, why would I think about it again? Is it because I am a fool, as a man like Opus 04 put it?

No, no, don't think about it. Don't think about it, it's painful to think about it, because your head is already stupid, it's not good to force yourself to use it, just listen to the orders and think about doing it, so you can have a treat and don't have to get horrible punishments. If you follow the tamed animals and be loving, you'll be fine, so don't think about it because the problem will arise later and you won't have any chili...!

"Wow, the eagle is, uy... vampire's, uy..."

When I said again what I was, I just felt a little soothed.

Yes, I am a vampire. One of those monstrous creatures that is kept in that horrible monster, like a demon of use. That's good. If I'm convinced of that, I won't have to suffer from this headache. I can't believe I'm not - I can't even imagine.

"Aha, aha..."

She laughs again. As proud of who I am now. Like showing off your stronger self.

But for some reason, it was a hundred million bucks to make such a laugh.

I'm tired. It's because I used too much magic. It could be the result of an impossible recovery. I don't want to do anything anymore. But the job is still there. Opus 04 and 05 told me "Shiken" is still on the way. We have to wipe out people like "Guntai" in this basin. He was taught to call a flock of humans with the power to fight "Guntai". There are still a lot of them to fight, so we have to kill them too.

"Baba, bastard, monkey..."

"... huh?

When I turned my face because I heard a voice, I was struck by the demonic flame of [Ignis Fatas], which kept burning, and a number of humans fell under the definition of "Guntai". I shot at that woman, but the amount of magic I instilled in her for how many minutes. I guess the range of effects has expanded and they've gotten involved, too. Nothing inconvenient. It is the total annihilation of "Guntai" that is ordered, so killing them is also within its scope.

There aren't so many of them alive, but it's a corner, so let's get some life blood. The magic has diminished and there is no power, and the woman, a treat in the corner, is dead. The blood of the dead tastes bad because it doesn't taste like life. That would be better with the thin flavored blood of the culture. The rolling men don't seem to have a virgin, but let's stop the luxury. It should be good just to be able to taste life blood.

"Naka, there he is. Gohan...... Gohan!

Walk slowly, approaching the surviving man. If you give them fear carefully and season them with negative emotions, the blood tastes extraordinarily better. Of all the things that 04 said, it's for the few. Let's twitch and distance him so he can catch him when he's scared.

And then, one more step closer...

"... I told you to just look at me. Ugh!

Cold demonic flames were torn apart and even colder winds were blowing in.

A blade passes to the right wrist on a clap that turns around.

"Ahhh!?

The amputated arm fell to pieces, followed by a burning wound...... no, a severe pain ran that could freeze me.

"Ita!? Hey, that's crazy! I want to claw, I want to claw, I want to claw, I want to claw!

Something breaks into your body from the wound and crawls up your arm. To the pain of being scratched from the inside out, Vy hit harder and rolled down the ground.

Cold.

I don't have a temperature for myself when I turn into a vampire. I know it stained me, but this cold was different. It feels like an ice needle that freezes the objects it touches has been infiltrated into countless blood vessels.

That was not an illusion.

At the tip of his slashed wrist, the skin on his arm stood sawdust, and frozen blood popped out like a red flower. And the erosion of its frozen blood proceeded upwards and upwards, hourly, to Vui's right arm.

Red Lotus, there is the word. It is a word that appreciates bloody red and associates burning flames, but the original meaning is as if it were the opposite. The excess cold freezes the flesh, the moisture in the body expands, and the human body blooms like a red lotus ripped from the inside. Those are the words that refer to hell in the extreme cold.

The pain inflicted on Vy is truly that of cold hell. At the same time you can slash your body with a sword, you are invaded by the magic of ice, eventually freezing and destroying your body from the inside out. It is a beautiful and cruel torture execution that leads to collapse with frozen tremors.

Instinctively aware of his end, Vye went out to the means of poverty.

"but ahhhhhhh!!!!

Disconnect your right arm from your shoulder before frozen erosion reaches your torso. The arm away from the body solidified during the fall, crushing at the same time as it was tapped to the ground.

A one-armed vampire stares at his enemies as he leaks a rough breath into intense pain and wear. Still burning hatred as if to drive yourself out of the stifling cold.

Standing at the end of your gaze is

"After all, couldn't it be stopped with a single blow? Should I be sorry or no...... hehe"

Elisha Rosmond Barbastle, the knight who swallowed the fireworks of Ignis Fatas. A woman who was supposed to be dead stood intact. As I say I'm glad I can still fight, I have a little grin and a barbaric look on my face.

No, more than that, it catches Vy's attention.

"... that, Ken, YEAH...!?

An elegant servel that Elisha can carry. Until recently, a chaotic weapon that was the best way to inflict a little pain has changed its appearance and fitted into its hands.

Magic light that illuminates the night with brilliance. A cold snowstorm vortex surrounding your body.

It was as if the magic of icing had dwelt on the sword as it was, like...

"- Mahou, Ken"

Mumble the words that have come back from the depths of memory.

Magic Sword. The business of temporarily creating a magical weapon that is inherited from mythology and legacy by the magician granting the technique to the sword.

Cheng Cheng, it is not strange that this can be broken through by slashing and tearing "Ignis Fatas". 'Cause that once they showed even before themselves - again, a headache.

A female knight stopped listening to the voice of Vui holding her head only with her left hand.

You know, my wife Blizzard Fang.

The snowstorm wrapped around the sword adds momentum, as if it had responded to that word.

Although Vy does not know, the Magic Sword Blizzard Fang is considered an advanced technique in the magic of the same lineage. The gist is a combination of water, wind, and two attributes. Add wind to cold or freeze-manipulating water to exchange with snowstorms, doubling the power of freezing. The synergy when you wave this in your sword - as you can see. Even against the flesh of vampires, it is enough to have a lethal effect, even though it is by no means an attribute of weakness.

"Oh, oh...!

Now only one arm, Vy lags behind, frightened.

I didn't understand.

Why, it turns to its own enemies. Wasn't the business, the magic, of our own, of our own people? And yet how can you use enemies? How could you hurt yourself?

I don't understand, I don't understand...!

Pain, shock and confusion of memory put her thoughts in a kind of a state of cessation.

War and desire are disappearing somewhere.

I was just scared even. Above all, I am afraid to be destroyed by the technique of a former companion who can't remember now.

It's like they're trying to kill this demon.

"... wow!

- The moment I thought that, I was losing my temper and I was flying at them.

I swing around my remaining left arm like a waster, and I slash him crying.

The moves, the sword, can't be real. That's ours, no, it's theirs. There's no way it's here. So I'm a fake. We need to break the fake.

... but if that's the real thing -.

"Ha-ha-ha!!

The sharp sword of the female knight stretches out as she responds.

With a flash of twig, he breaks the abnormal hook nail and returns his wrist to see the spike.

The aim is the heart. The weakness of a willing being, both living and dead. An absolute zero degree blade buried in his chest from the tip of his sword and thrust through his back.

"... ah"

With the extra momentum of the assault, Don, the two women bump into each other. Distance where your face and face are likely to touch each other. And for vampires, it's a distance enough to hang their prey on their fangs.

But Vy doesn't move.

"... with"

Vy felt the magic that invaded his body.

Has it become too cold, but thus illusory with the heat of being burned to the contrary? But she believed the fever to be real.

A glorious and glorious magical sword that cannot be shattered by the power of darkness. He said it was in itself.

The memory of the past, which was interrupted, finally plays a clear statue at this time.

- A gentle cleric who led me to myself, who was falling apart.

- An honest girl who collided many times from the opposite personality.

- That boy who reached out first and was fascinated by those eyes.

- A sword of glorious flames, created by the bond between a boy and a girl.

The pain and fever that runs through this chest is a real testament.

Companions that should have been taken and lost once. They came back for me. And he judged himself, drowned in demonism and corrupted by the hand of the devil.

... because those people were really on the side of justice.

... that you are angry with me for what I did wrong.

Remembering the odd relief, she accepts the impending end.

When I realized, a woman I didn't know stood in front of me. Well, who was she? I feel like I recognize you somewhere, but I can't remember.

I also felt bad about not knowing who would take care of my final period, so I'll ask.

"... who are you?

Upon inquiry, the woman blinks. And after a slight confusion,

"Speaking of which, you didn't name it.... It's Elisha. Elisha Rosmond Barbastle. As you can see, a knight."

He kindly told me that.

... well, is that your name?

... Speaking of which, my name is-

"... oh well"

I finally remembered.

I forgot my name. I didn't like it back in the day, but my buddies called me many times to give me a name I could just like a little bit.

"... I 'm-"

... I am Silan.

Silane in half elf. He's an adventurer, and he's the fourth person in the party, The Guardian's Balance, Silan.

How could I have forgotten such an important thing?

The roughness I forgot about that is hilariously funny.

I'm so glad I could somehow cry that I remembered that.

At the same time, magic poured out of his chest went all over his body. With a crying look on her face, the girl freezes completely. And in the next moment, it smashed to scatter.

A quick powdered snow falls in the autumn night sky, falling to the ground and melting away.

The monster, who appeared untouched and terrorized the two armies, was nowhere else.

"Uni, did you see that?

"Yes, sir"

"From your point of view, how is she?

"Physical ability is not as good as that. The same goes for magic. But the more pure sword moves will outweigh Dooey. The cut off of the trump tag is also - the weapon as it stands won't let Femme through, but if you get a new and powerful outfit, or... Above all, I wonder if that explosive power is dangerous to insult."

"... if you leave it, it can be a pain in the ass, I guess. Well, what shall we do?"

"Please tell your husband to stop at the high altitude station."

"Hmm. Bye..."

Upon confirmation of the complete disappearance of the vampire named Vye, Elisha slashes the sky with a sabel to wield blood, releasing the "Blizzard Fang".

At the same time, agitated by a sudden sense of fatigue, he poked his knee at the ground.

"Ku......! As always, don't eat magic like an idiot..."

Huge amount of magic consumption due to two-attribute composite and prolonged maintenance of magic swords. Consequently, Blizzard Fang was an unscrupulous wife. Not to mention that Elisha is essentially a swordsman, not a magician, although it is her superior qualities of fitness for two attributes. The amount of magic is not that high because it weighs more on sword training than training to increase magic.

Water or wind, a magic sword of a single attribute would have reduced fuel consumption somewhat, but then it would be difficult to effectively hit a vampire in reverse. It's called soreness and itching.

Elisha is irritated by weakness. I can hear her cheering from afar.

"Captain Wow! Are you all right, Captain?

"Look, there it is! You'll be safe!!

"Ya did it! The captain has defeated the vampire!!

"It's a boulder, sister wo!!

"Yahhhhhhh!! Kingsguard Second Knights, Highest Vow!!

Looking back, it is the men of the Second Knights who have been handed over. Almost everyone is in a state of pantyborough, with several faces missing there. It seemed like a huge damage that should have fallen backwards if it had been. She flaunted her face, distorted by fatigue, at the appearance of a weather capable self-army.

"Al... what are you doing"

"Captain! The Zanktogaren army is completely crushed! It's a victory for your allies!

A man with the word "calm" on his forehead is rushing over here lowering the dull surface that might or might not have floated. Though I went down once, did I see the defeat of the enemy and come looking for Elisha without arrows or arrows?

"Idiot... In ancient times, I tried to win and tighten my helmet -"

I yell at you and try to reprimand you, but I can't help myself and speak out loud. Normally, the armor and legs that I would have felt the same as the clothes are heavy, and I even feel a hundred million robberies delivering the sword to the sheath.

She had drained herself from the streak from noon and the bloody battle with the vampires, and now she was so depressed that she was no different from the women there.

… that is the time.

"Lord... where...? Blood... thirsty duh...!

One Lesser Vampire appeared beside her as she pulled her collapsing body.

"What...?

Elisha shrugged. It must be because Vui, who was a servant, vanished, sprayed white smoke from all over his body, in a manner that is still likely to follow the Lord.

But still, if you breathe the blood of a nourishing virgin, or use it as food, you may be able to connect false lives.

What heavenly dispensation, before the monster there is one woman who has worn out. It also has a puffy smell of a clean, sweet fragrance that keeps it pure. And there was distance from the knights and soldiers in the way.

"Woman......! Blood... Come here Ye...!

"Damn......!?

The monster comes under pressure with momentum that either squeezed the idiotic power of the fire field during extinction or did not seem to be damaging to death in every sense.

There was no power left to resist Elisha. He is pushed down with a slender, dead mummy arm, and rolls to the ground without the skill of exchanging. A white breath hung on his face in a cold habit, and he felt nauseated by the death odor contained therein.

"So, Captain!?

"Yes, that way now."

The voices of my men are far away. They say it's only a dozen meters away, but it's like they hear it from the other side of the ocean.

Even if she tries to resist at least, her slender arms only exert as much power as they seem. I couldn't even push out the covered dry corpse.

(Do you die at a time like this)

With this hand you take a mighty enemy, and when your allies are in the winning battle, hang them in the hands of a boring mutton fish where they have exhausted their power and die.

I was careless. I didn't want to die in this way if I could. If I were to die, I'd have to admit its power. It was better to hang it in the hands of the great enemy.

But Elisha thinks it's a battle.

Enemies, allies, strong and weak, as well as myself and my opponents, play with a chip called life on it. That's the fight. It's only natural to lose your stakes more than you lose trying to be irrational or irrational. Never overshadow it in an attempt to achieve a cruel and difficult outcome. The act has stacked up to now, the act of painting mud on all victories and defeats. It is a treachery that knocks you down with your own hands, and scorns the one you have killed.

The bitter and sinister taste is also in the taste of battle. The cup poured is polite to dry. If so, this death and thoughtlessness should be accepted.

(Can't you help it? After all we've fought...)

If this left a margin, and he was killed without understanding why, carelessness would not be this ratio. It's all about dying. I regret it so much that I want to cry, but it is the duty of the loser to cry and repent and die. I can't go against it now that I've been winning until today.

Then do you want me to die leaking a sob? That makes me kind of crazy when I say it's time for life and death.

To get started,

"I'm a woman too... I would have liked to be in the hands of someone a little better looking"

He spoke of his dissatisfaction with this dead scratch.

"… [Fireball]"

A fireball flying from across the street hits the Lesser Vampire directly.

"Firey......!? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The undead, which seemed fragile and dry, but with the loss of the Lord, seemed unable to withstand the very shock of the magic landing. I turned that body into smoke and ash, and now it's time to collapse.

To Elisha and her men, angry that they suddenly picked up their lives, a swallowing voice flies in.

"Oh, you were in danger, weren't you? I managed to make it, good, good."

That being said, approaching me is a man who can take the maid of slaves with a face that is no different and no tension. Between the knights' standings, when they do like snakes from behind, they fall through and walk over here.

It was Turius Shrounan Ovenil.

"Sir Turius......"

"Hi, Sir Barbastol. I apologize for entrusting you with a harsh role from the battle with Zanktogaren. And congratulations on the great success of the Vampire Crusade. That's what Uni would think, right?

"Yes, I very much congratulate you, Ultimate."

I applaud the patsy as I say, and let the uni beside me bow her head as well. What a white, playful behavior. The knights who were about to rush over are also eating face to face with the sudden change of circumstances and the misplacement of this man.

An act that has too strong an extrinsic flavour and even feels unpleasant. Nevertheless, it is also true that lives were saved where they were at stake.

"Thanks. Thank you."

"No. This is the one I want to thank. Ladies and gentlemen, without the help of the Kingsguard Second Knights, what would have happened to this battle?"

To the words, the knights around them finally unravel their stiffness and move out as they swoop.

"Hey, whatever it is, Captain!... It's really good. You're safe...!

"Oh, you're the one. Al."

Alfred, the deputy commander, stands at the head of the Knights with a slight tear. You can scold him for earlier understatement, but it's also bad to water joy. [The princess knight] also existed a degree of compassion for a fierce woman just by name.

"No, you really did. The Xanctogallen Army alone is desperate, but in addition to that, it's a monster led by a vampire, a monster that doesn't know how to translate, right?

That's what they say, and I wonder what happened to Dooe, who was fighting that monster. I hear no noisy roar, nor the screams of those who are attacked. If so, did that man win or stab him wrong...... That's when I thought so.

"Wow. Were you cleaning up too?"

A man in black appeared to pull his tired body together as he raised his smoke with a skank. The hot wind I felt during that battle still seemed to have arisen in the place where Dooe was fighting. Severe face cheeks, rotten burns painful.

"Good luck with the doue too. Yes, Healing Potion"

"... oops"

I receive the vial that Turius throws at me with a bare gesture that doesn't make me feel comfortable. Elisha feels something unpleasantly depressed in his expression. If I noticed, I was opening my mouth to him.

You look so bored.

"Am I?"

"Apparently, you didn't burn in this battle."

"Ha! You have no idea what you're talking about. If you say don't burn, as you can see -"

Dooey pointing back at the burn on his cheek. But what I tried to do with a particularly ridiculous attitude, on the contrary, gives a clear answer to the questions in Elisha.

"I don't feel alive. You look like that somehow, Doue Schwartzer."

Or maybe that's the identity of the discomfort that hinders my mind. I said that even as I pushed beyond words.

"-!"

The reaction was dramatic. Elisha turns back to her men after a man who pushes to silence as if he was being poked where it hurts more than a burn that scorches him.

"... Whatever, gentlemen. Thank you. Since I joined the Second Knights, it's been an unprecedented battle, but it's survived a lot."

"Hehe, I didn't think I'd do it again."

"My liver really got cold when the captain was in danger..."

The facade of the handouts is also called smudging while stroking wounds and damaged protective equipment on the body.

Regardless, Elisha has just been attacked by the remnants of the demon just now. Sometimes, he tapped lightly, but he looked around without alarm.

But he didn't have to worry about it.

"AAAHHH..."

"Disappear, ru... collapse, ru..."

"Yee-yee...!

Leaking resentment, the herd of undead returns to dust or vanishes to dissolve in the air. As the earlier Lesser Vampire was about to collapse, it was probably because the operator, Vui, was defeated, thus losing the edge (but not the edge) of keeping the dead in this world.

The battlefield, which was so noisy, is quickly engulfed in tranquility. The Zanktogaren army was already scattered eastward.

… is the victory of the Kingdom of Arquel.

"Come on, guys! Let's get back to HQ!

Turius' cheerful voice echoes out of place into a basin surrounded by endless silence.

No, I guess that impression is the mistake. He had the right to say so. They drove out enemy soldiers to prevent invasion of the western part of the state and even swept away a large group of demons that suddenly appeared. As a result, many soldiers were hurt, lost their hands and feet, and died. Only then must we triumph proudly for the surviving soldiers and for those who have sacrificed themselves.

That is the commander's right and duty.

On the western side of the basin, a series of Arquelle Royal Army positions at earth bases were lit with brilliance. On the base wall are soldiers lined up, overlooking the battlefield where all the enemies left off.

That number is roughly five to six thousand? The number of soldiers who counted fifteen thousand before the meeting enemies will actually be the calculation that two-thirds of them disappeared with the dew of the battlefield. Many enemies would have died for it, but it was a terrible battle nonetheless.

We approached the main unit and came as far as the voices could reach the surviving soldiers. So Uni urges her husband to do something.

"Sa, my lord"

"Um, I knew it was a little embarrassing, but..."

Turius was scratching his cheeks as lighted for a while, but eventually pushed his right fist up to heaven as he had decided to.

"- We won!

It is a declaration of victory.

"Long live the kingdom of Arquelle! Long live His Majesty the King Charles! Hooray, then. Ahhh!

I said I was unfamiliar with the flair, even the beginnings of Katsushi.

... but it's like the opposite when it comes to the actual way. They fanned the people into battle and crushed them for victory. He also crosses with enemies who are better than skilled in position building and recruiting weapons that poke at his will. What dispensation or even demons broke into Omake and struck the Zanktogaren army hard. If you look only at this battle, it is a great fierce general.

The other side will overwhelmingly occupy it, although it is painfully handicapped with its own army. Many of his allies died, but his enemies withdrew. I won. A muddy, bloody, lucky victory.

- But really?

(If you are this man, isn't it surprising to guide the demons and make them attack their enemies?

I couldn't really wipe that suspicion.

I don't think so. Demons are enemies of humanity more than before the opening of the Holy Kingship. That's because he was cornered, though. But in fact, in this battle, Tullius, who should have been struck by surprise at the start of the war, has had too many convenient results.

(Jeez, when did that get suspicious. I can't laugh at Sir Linus Ovenil either.)

Trying to make a joke bittersweet smile doesn't leave the anxiety you don't know what to do.

That's how he does it, and even over there, the Dordolan border uncle takes the lead and shouts to the soldiers.

"... summon all armies, Count Turius Ovenil, Commander-in-Chief! Hooray!"

The reaction was dramatic.

""... Hooray! Aaaaaaaa!

Thousands of men summon their voices together. The cry, which each of us would have put into the mind of the universe, turns into a personal emotional exudation within a period of time.

"Long live Victory! Long live Voldan!... Long live the lord!

"I won... I won...!... We won! Aaaaaah!

"Zamaya, Zanktogalen! Yesterday you bastards, you drooling demons!

"I survived, Joseph, Marco. Oh, thanks to you guys... Ugh...!

A thunderous celebration that can be raised all the time to break the night sky.

All the soldiers who gathered on this battlefield and survived were drunk and obsessed with victory. To the victory I grabbed over my predicament, I had forgotten my previous difficulties and my next battle to rejoice.

"... well, it's a critical and scenario area"

There is no reason to know that everything was the devil's palm.