It sounds like firewood bursting.
Smoking black smoke, flames that lick the houses. Screams like "It's a fire" or "Run" or "It's a demon".
- A painting of the city at dusk was becoming in a whirlpool of hellish strife.
"Ah, ah…………………………."
The shaking flame illuminates Lunaria's pale face.
If she didn't cause it, the plot involved caused all this.
I know it's natural to think about it.
"Okay."
I laughed and said so.
"What…………?
"I'll figure it out."
Saying, lowering the girlfriend I held.
Gently, don't hurt me.
"…………… Will?
The look on Lunaria's face is distorted.
Surprisingly, and as I noticed something, I kept my mouth shut.
"Will."
"I'm sure we'll figure it out, it's okay"
"No.... no"
Strange, my thoughts were calm.
I always thought that one day this would come.
- This is the only way to kill me, beyond taking these vows.
I'll come up with it.
Even an enemy who wants to kill me will come up with that.
So I knew somewhere in my mind that maybe this is how I would die.
I'm going to die, not fight.
In fact - far away, there are slight signs of battle.
Someone must be breaking the demon enclosure and approaching us.
But it's also far away. Probably won't make it.
So from here on out, there aren't as many eyes to live with anymore.
More than just stomping around and fighting in this place - the odds are right, I'm dead.
Dear God...
"Please, bless you."
Prayer creates a pale, radiant junction that surrounds Lunaria.
A high prayer of protection, The Prayer of the Sanctuary.
- Now there's no danger to her for the moment.
"Will............!
But there was no color of relief in her expression.
Her white hand slaps the junction over and over again.
"Wait......... why...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
tears,
"It's my fault!? It's my fault! But why do you have to...!
"It's the devil that's wrong."
I stopped and said in a calm voice to Lunaria's crying questions.
Then slowly, I smile.
I hope that's not too distorted.
"Besides, the Holy Knight can pull the devil forward."
"You're scared!
Oh, can't you delude me?
"It hurts, I don't like it, I want to run... I know what you think! Yet why......!
I was told.
I remember something I miss. [M]
- There will be losses. Sometimes you will be unreasonably blamed.
- Betrayed by those who helped you, the good deeds you have done may be forgotten, you may lose what you have built, and you may remain full of many enemies.
Smile that day.
- Still, love people.
- Do something good.
- Do not fear loss, make rather than break, forgive for sin, hope for despair, and joy for sorrow.
- And protect the weak from all kinds of violence.
I won't forget.
I won't forget.
That's why...
"I'll do something about it."
And I laughed.
Perhaps the expression was a lot more distorted.
Seeing my face like that, what did you think?
Crossing the partition of the junction. It was at the edge of his retrospective vision that Lunaria knelt, without force, as she rubbed against the wall.
Damn, my chest hurts.
But there's nothing else to fight for.
――……
Superman against Kryptonite Ore, his biggest weakness.
Karna and Koo Flynn challenge the last battle, albeit debilitated by multiple curses and schemes.
I think the hero of the story really did something amazing.
- It is so scary to come to a battle that cannot fully demonstrate the power that should have been prepared.
Turn to Tarpida, the captain of the tentacles, and the demons it leads - and get up.
The demons began to retreat and scatter with their weapons in their mouths, along with noisy screams and roars.
Probably not meeting properly, wrapping the fire around the scatter, and trying to tear me apart.
Minutes, probably pretty bad.
3: 7 or 2: 8... maybe that's the place.
It is not as bad a desperate minute as the battle against Varakiaka, but on the contrary it incites a sense of realistic fear and crisis.
To despair as overwhelming as a dragon, not all power is thrown and challenged from the front.
To a cauldron boiled with malice and anguish, like being twisted and dragged in while his hands and feet are tied.
Of that feeling.
"- of the goddess of circulation (GraceFeel), on the light!
Again, I threw myself into battle.
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... It was a nightmarish battle, like a sticky tar swamp.
Things get worse for a moment.
Running on the roof, kicking the wall and jumping down the alley,
■■■――
"Hino...... Huh!
Kick down demons attacking citizens,
"Run away! To the wind!"
Even during the call for evacuation,
"Fire Arrow (Sagitta Flameum)" Huh!
On roofs everywhere, the demons cast spells of fire arrows and sprinkle fire arrows around.
"Ice Arrow (Sagitta Graciers)"!
With a slight response, he releases several strips, and hits an icy arrow with a tracking "sign" to offset it.
In the dusk hollow, the burning red and clear blue trajectories collided and bounced.
But if you say the Word and draw the Sign, it really stalls there.
And for that moment,
"Shaaaa!!
Multiple Soldier Demons (Demons) that twinkle white blades, or hook claws, and strike from the shadows of roofs and alleys.
Impossible, impossible.
Leave it to the stubbornness of the dragon factor to take some forcefully with your arms and torso.
"Gu..."
Groaning at the eating blade, he snatches away his sword and cuts it back.
But in the meantime, again.
"Gihihi............! Fire Arrow (Sagitta Flameum)
The sparkling fire spreads and the burning fire spreads to the city.
If the jump fire starts, it's out of my control anymore.
Deceive the demons.
Running up to the roof in a hurry.
Spread your hands.
"" Fire is nourished by the wind (Nutritur) "," (Wento) thus (Restinguitur) extinguishes (- Ignis) "……!!!
And his throat withered, and he cried out, The Word of Fire.
The roaring wind swirls, and the flames that were about to burn around diminish the fire.
However,
"Huh............!
A crossbow arrow (bolt) profoundly stood beside me at the price of saying this Word.
At first, there was no pain. shock and a strange foreign feeling.
And the moment I saw that arrow pattern poking at me so that it grew out of my abdomen...
"Ugh, guh!!
Burning, intense pain came.
Bite your back teeth and desperately indulge.
Tears seep.
Because...
"Uhh, uhh... ugh!
Still, I have to run.
Whether a crossbow arrow (bolt) grows from the stomach or the curse erodes the body.
We must draw the attention of the demons and fight them.
Wave your sword.
Cut off the devil's arm, leg, and fly.
Miracles as shields, magic as spears.
Run around the streets, jump around, and keep fighting the demons.
Zukizuki and severe pain like getting a thick nail tapped into your arm or belly and scratched around.
Blood loss continues from the stabbed crossbow arrow (bolt).
- I would have done enough already.
Words like that come from the back of my brain.
- You should be able to break your knee by now.
Words like that come from the back of my brain.
- Look, you can't run anymore, can you?
I can tell myself repeatedly in my head that I can "run" and force myself to twist that word over and over again.
Leap. Follow scattered demons.
"Captain" Tarpida stands on one of the roofs with hook claws.
- If you finish that one.
"Ahhhhhhh!!
Try to squeeze up your entire body's margin and advance like an arrow.
With a sword taken from the devil, he tried to be slashed by Tarpida, at that moment.
Duh, a shock ran on my thigh.
It was a memorable feeling.
… Crossbow arrows (bolts).
Lure, the moment your horizons narrow, a blow from the side.
They did it perfectly.
It doesn't work what my legs say, it breaks my posture.
Slipping off the roof, falling upside down - impact.
Although I barely took the reception, it shocked my whole body.
Furthermore, the end of the crossbow arrow (bolt) stabbed on the flank hits the cobblestone and twists in the body.
Different sensations of built-in arrows spinning through the body.
"- …………… ugh!!
There were no more screams.
Suffocate and suffer on cobblestones.
I can see the demons attacking people in their tilted sight... but my body won't move anymore.
Spilling blood bubbles from the edge of your mouth, but still, trying to get up.
The demons, starting with Tarpida, who landed around me after me, shook up their weapons.
Dragon Killer's Cursed Steel Blade, shaken down from all directions.
".................. ah"
No, it's packed.
The sober part of my head shrugged like that.
… ambushed, besieged, exploited by oaths made, slapped without showing strength, and killed.
Well, I thought it would be a grieving situation if the Immortals found out.
She had shown me, but I did something wrong.
But still.
I would do this over and over again in the same situation.
To that kind God, as I swore.
The horse lantern turns on, such an irregular thought.
In the meantime, his own bleeding, his forged body scratches.
Even if there are no more eyes left for survival.
Even if they kill you in a few seconds.
Still, I don't have a shard in my power to do anything about the blade that will be swung down, or the eye that will twist and live.
The devils slapped the blade at me with their cursed cries.
And - get out of the way, my heart pulsed hard.
Notice where my consciousness is, in the dark.
And the golden eyes of the reptiles… slowly, I could certainly see them opening.
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The blade boils (...).
It's not a metaphor.
The blade of the curse, which was supposed to cut itself into pieces as it swung down against my fallen body, boiled down and melted away without a trace of it.
It's like - as if, to lava (...) or something, I stuck it in.
"Na-!?"
"- Gee yee!?
My consciousness watched the confused and screaming demons from some distance.
- My body moves (...), ignoring me (...).
Even though it's a wound that shouldn't be able to move, it starts out terribly agile, acting like a tease of a strip (spring) trick.
My body was distracted and my eyes glowed suspiciously.
"■ ■ ■ ■ ■ - Huh!!
A dried throat shouts an unknown Word.
A wave of arms allowed the heads of the surrounding demons to play lightly, despite outside the intermission.
Mana stirred, and the gathered claws of the wind swallowed the heads of the devils.
"Ki, Sama -!?"
Even while the barely dodged Tarpida screams, the transformation proceeds.
■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■
Also, some unknown Words.
Only then will the curse of the crossbow arrow (bolt), which was so troublesome, be stripped to pull.
The breath leaking from the edge of his mouth gave birth to burning heat, dark sulfur and the smell of poison.
"Masaka...... Masaka! You -"
The devil groans.
I distort my face, and with my voice, something laughs delightfully.
"Kuk....................................................................................."
I remember somewhere, that voice.
Of its existence, its name...
"Vala - …"
The moment Tarpida tried to scream its name.
■ ■ ■ ……
The right arm turned red in an instant and bounced.
Too, lightly.
"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!?
Tarpida tries to jump backwards in agony, even carburized arms.
But the rough 'it' in me doesn't allow such a moonlight escape.
Breathe in.
Save breath in your lungs, the fever gushing from your absences swirls in your body.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
At the next moment, what happened was that growling was something that was also easy.
The cobblestone rolls up around my flesh.
The surrounding building rocks loudly as if it had received a giant fist, the blurring and lacquer peels off, and the armor comes off and falls off.
"Ga, hi………………"
Tarpida, who was roared from the front of her face, remained stiff as she tried desperately to escape.
"Hmm......"
As I walked over, my flesh pierced my chest and grabbed my heart with my five fingers, it returned to dust.
Far away, I can hear people screaming in panic.
I know this cry. [M]
It is a fear rooted in instinct.
It drives the living and the living mad, the roar of the Absolute.
- "Dragon Bark (Dragon Lower)".