Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Buffoo?"

With Raydor suddenly jumping off the fence, Catastro Org rounded his eyes.

Why did you come all the way down from me? Is this human being here to be killed? There is such confusion on the pig's face.

Looking up from the bottom at the face of the barbed demon, Raydor mocks and snorts.

"Ha! I'm not shuddering!

"Buhiyi!?"

Raydor waved his sword at Yokohama as he dropped his hips for a long time.

Slashes released into one letter easily slashed and tore the thick muscles of Catastro Org, causing blood and guts to erupt from his plentiful abdomen.

"Fuggyyyyyyy!"

The catastro org around him is furious when he sees his companions falling down and scattering their organs. He swung the weapon substitute Marutai wide and tried to beat him to the human head in front of him.

"Huh!"

Marutai hits the ground with a roaring roar that smashes the rocks. The ground is shaken by Catastro Org's haughty arms.

"Buhoo?"

But - there's no sign of Raydor there already.

As if the candlelight were blown out, the shadow of a man dressed in black disappeared neglectfully.

"It's late. You're gonna get a yawn."

"Git...!?"

In an instant Raydor, who circled behind him, stabbed his sword in the neck of the Porcupine Beast Man. By cutting through the medulla oblongata accurately, the giant monster is less desperate.

"Not enough slaughter yet, huh? Keep calling me!

"Bohaaaaaaaa!!"

To Leidor, who deliberately bends his fingertips and makes an invitation, the remaining Catastro Org arrives.

The young swordsman belligerently stripped his fangs to a herd of pig beasts stuffed all over him as if he were a giant and crushed.

"Curse Sword Fighting [Poison Dragon's Tail (Nidheg)]!"

The black mist stiffens up like the steel sword that Raydor had in his hand and stiffened the dark night.

Involved in a black temper that made him think that he would contaminate even the core of his body just by touching it, Raydor unleashed a slash all over his body.

"Geaaaaaaaaa!?"

The temper released from the sword becomes a black whirlwind, blowing the catastro org that was becoming dense. There will be an estimated two hundred kilometers of giants dancing into the universe like a joke.

"A...... g...... gaa......!

But that's the demon in the peripheral lands and called the disaster-class. Though they were bleeding from all over their bodies under the whirlwind of slaughter, the majority of them still seemed to have breath.

Catastro Org looks up at Raydor hatefully as he falls to the ground, trying to wake up his body in a slow motion. From their eyes the fighting spirit had not yet faded, and Raydor whistled to praise.

"Hugh, aren't you pretty tough? I'm impressed."

"G, Gwwww......!

"But... can you get up?

"G...... Huh!?"

Catastro Org, who was about to lift a giant while spraying blood from his hands and feet, collapses with a gag.

What is reflected in the stunned, open eyes is the appearance of a compatriot who is similarly falling to the ground, shaking his body into small pieces and blowing bubbles.

"My spell sword isn't over with slashing. From now on, this is the real deal."

"Bu...... hi...... huh?

Catastro Org's red and black skin, exposed to black slaughter, is dyed purple as he sees it. Gopoli and blood bubbles erupted from the mouth of a pig beast man who became a poisonous true purple, as if painted as well.

That was the effect of the venom of the curse that was put into the slaughter.

Originally, a species called Oak is not so strongly resistant to magic. Catastro Org, a mutant species, is no exception, but a food for outfits in front of Raydor's cursed sword moves.

"Well... what about the rest?"

Raydor sarcastically lifts his lips and shrugs Catastro Org, spared from slashing.

Only a few escaped the curse poison painfully, but in their eyes there is a colour of fright that has changed since they struck earlier.

I guess it's only natural because they chop up a buddy in front of me, and furthermore the buddy is stuffed and tormented by an unidentified poison.

The remaining Catastro Org was lagging back with Girizilli and asking for a chance to escape Raydor.

"Now! We're gonna hit it out. Whoa!"

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!"

But it didn't come true that they would escape. The gates of the pioneering city of Reid have been opened and the adventurers who were caged have popped up.

It is Zaphis the Alliance Master who is at the forefront of this. A magnificent warrior with mixed gray hair, both hair and beard, gently waves a sword the size of his height and slaps it against Catastro Org.

Raydor shrugged her shoulders back to Zaphis, who showed her an ageless struggle.

"Come on, Gilmouth can't do it either. Think of Temeer's year."

"Bupiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!?"

Seeing enemy reinforcements, Catastro Org turns his back and starts his escape hastily.

It's a delightful occasion for a shell-stuck prey to have come out of me if it's supposed to be, but the majority of my people have already fallen by the slaughter of the curse.

Their momentum was down to the bottom, and there was no way there was anything like stomping and fighting over this period.

For them this battle is for attacking pioneering cities and unilaterally plundering them.

There was a difference between cloud mugging in terms of morale and adventurers fighting to protect their homeland and their place.

One adventurer after another pokes his weapon at the escaping Catastro Org. The scream of the severed demon continued to rise to the woods on the border.