Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

- The running ground dragon's neck blows from the roots, and the dragon car being pulled follows a disinterested giant collapse, bouncing big off the road, and rolling over.

The overturned body flashly scrapes the ground and makes a roar as it winds up the smoke. When the wood broke and the flesh of the fallen ground dragon was caught in the wheel, even the unpleasant sound and blood smoke of the flesh being pulled a thousand times were smashed, and the scene turned into a tragedy in an instant.

The location was in the mountains, through Reefaus Avenue, into the forest road, where it reached the entrance of Mazers territory.

Beyond some forest areas and hills, I would have reached my destination if I had run for about two hours.

but the dragon car was unbroken along the way, and only the sound of an empty wheel sounded empty and crisp to the scene of the accident.

The ground dragon, which became a lump of meat, lay, the vehicle turned into a wreck, and the smoke mixed with earth and blood to give it a different odor.

On such a scene,

"... ugh, ahhh..."

He was thrown out and the boy who created abrasions all over the place was groaning.

Only slightly away from the collapsed dragon car, its body falling is the corner of the meadow off the forest road. The greenery thrives there, and I'm guessing it was stretched out, protecting some of the boy's body from the impact they fell on. Despite being at the heart of all that tragedy, the wounds the boy sustained were only so minor that they were miraculous.

Nevertheless, it's not like the wounds thrown defenselessly still don't hurt.

Abrasions and some bruising. Although fortunately there were no fractures, wounds with massive bleeding, etc., those pains were only enough to squat the unwilling toddler.

"Ahhh, uuuuuuuuuuuuuu... ahh"

A brunette boy rolling out of the meadow, groaning in pain and weeping.

The face is dirty with blood flowing from the forehead scraped into the earth, tears and covetousness clapping at it. The result of a random wipe spreads the reddish brown colour all over his face, and the red also adheres to the sleeves of the garment painted on the mud.

Not to be seen as an ugly adult with stretched hands and legs, but a sight that reminds me of all the sadness in what I see in conjunction with the wreckage and the tragedy of a dragon car.

On such occasions...

――――

The shadows of the black outfit spring up one after another, surrounding the boy and the dragon car by a dozen people.

The shadow distinguishes a ground dragon without a fallen down neck, and becomes a meat mass. When you make sure it is indeed dead, you quietly see Subaru falling asleep and crying.

The black outfits are softly hooded to the head, and I don't know their faces or even their gender. Not even sure if they're breathing. The shadows look down at him only responding to pain as they surround Subaru in a shaky, slippery motion,

"-La."

Blur and a shadow whine one word.

When one spills like that, the next thing you know, someone says the same word. While doing so, the chain of words pours out one after the other, leaking whispers as everyone surrounding them circles.

A whisper of branch-leaf swinging sounds in the wind and black shadows squeaking into a world where there are no bug sounds or signs of creatures - as if the world were just complete with it.

And

"- Up. Ah! Ahhh, ahhh!

Gradually, as the whispers overlap, a change occurs in Subaru, who was groaning at the pain.

The way you twist, make your back jump on your back, and leak bitter sounds remains the same in that you are in pain. but its quality is clearly different from earlier.

He was tormented by a seed of anguish sprouting wild through his body in a motion that seemed to indulge in something that was overflowing from the inside into suffering in a different dimension from the pain of abrasions and bruises.

A sight you would have noticed if you had something to see, as it echoes the whispers of the surrounding, black shadows. Looking down at the suffering Subaru, the shadows still do not try to stop that spell. However, as what only came to the conclusion about the gasping Subaru, they reached for its body as they continued to whisper -,

"- Me"

An iron sphere that flew up and up smashed the head of the man who tried to touch Subaru.

Blood and skull fragments are scattered around, and relentlessly it pours down on the suffering Subaru. The movement of a falling shadow is accompanied by the light sound of an iron chain, which creeps like a snake. It surrounds the shadow that became a corpse - storming around in pursuit of other black outfits.

――――

but the black outfits are quick to judge. Immediately detaching consciousness from the sudden imminent death of his companion, he scatters around without a voice to avoid pursuing the iron chain.

At that time, what the black clothes pulled out of their nostalgia was a cross figurative blade. Blunt glow it belongs to an evil hobby design with a blade on the tip, and the black outfits that hold it in their hands one at a time guard their surroundings without alarm.

That number is eleven. It is commendable that they all took formation in a position where they could cover each other's backs, killing blind spots and responding to surprise attacks.

But it is also limited to the opponent who can face it in the dimension of two dimensions.

"- Shh!

Over the sky, kicking the trees and the apron dress flicks.

The girl's body jumped at a dizzying speed and ejected diagonally is only slightly faster than the shadow consciousness she noticed the sound.

The patterned butt of the murder weapon being swung down wears the head of the black outfit straight from the top. A wind hole is drilled into the top of the head with a sharp sound, from which a shadow falls that overflows with blood and brains.

Kick that body, block the black outfit sight that was nearby and the girl won't fly. But there is no hesitation in the shadow of being kicked in the corpse of a fellow man either. As he advances and skewers the bodies of his comin 'companions from the front with a cross, he pierces the girl who goes down with each of his companions' bodies.

Its shadow body was dispersed in pieces by a hurricane of iron balls with thorns for each pierced corpse.

The girl who threw an iron ball straight in. As its body stretches out its chains, it leans forward like it lost the weight of an iron sphere - the thrown cross passes through the position where her head leaned at its front. A stiff sound of a blade protruding on the trunk of the tree rang, and as the girl who was leaning got her first speed as she was in position, she jumped horizontally with the ground to explode the ground.

"Ruh!

Girl barking to scream and strip her fangs out.

A sharp horn of pure white protrudes and shines on the head with blue hair shaking wet in its blood.

A black outfit that was in the middle of a leap gets caught up in the fast moving of a flying girl. The arm turned to his hips smashed the shadow hips to pieces, slamming the wretched figure, whose half-heartedness was confirmed, into the tree behind him with momentum, letting the majority of his guts spit out of his mouth and buttocks to take his life.

A ghost looks back and throws away a dead black-coated body with one arm wave and puts the iron ball back on hand.

Ghosts stain their adorable faces in blood and stare at the black outfits as they shimmer their eyes. And when you put a boy who still rolls under the feet of a silent black shadow into that sight,

"I won't let Subaru do anything."

Declaring in a hectic voice, the girl - Lem drags her bloody left leg and swirls over her head as she shrugs the iron sphere.

Injury sustained while rolling over the dragon car, avoiding the bounced wood. Lem alone might have been able to cut through intact, but that was impossible.

The moment the ground dragon's neck blew off, Lem instantly knew that the dragon car would fall flashy.

Having taken a heavy look at the situation, she went for a splash as to how safely she would protect herself from a dragon car rolling over Subaru sleeping on her lap.

Rotating her head at a dizzying speed and turning her sight, she threw Subaru there as she found a place overlapping the grass and the violin at the edge of her eyes. That was the only way to spare a comma seconds to escape, and Lem was destined to live with the dragon car that remained a wreck.

The resulting lacerations on his forehead and the wood pierced deep into his left leg thigh. The dislocation of the left shoulder is forced into place, causing severe pain to run paralyzed on the white cheek to move.

But Rem came forward in a foothold that made him feel no effect of those injuries,

"Witchman...... ugh"

When I glanced at a bunch of black clothes, I threw up like that in a voice filled with hatred.

In response to Rem's call, the black outfits still show no response. They remained standing unchanged, unconscious or not, motionless with their crosses pointed at the girl stripping out their fangs.

It was a moment when the equilibrium broke down -.

Rem, who was swirling the iron sphere overhead, cuts the lead if it is not revealed as it is.

An iron ball with an upper arm force on the centrifugal force is the end of steel that glides and crushes obstacles on the path. One shot that takes every life away from the bone in a single blow takes everything away, no matter where it hits your body.

The blow, stretched out full of chains, snaps the trees and approaches the black outfits as they smash pieces of wood and dirt. but the black outfits dodge this by leaping, or running low in posture, releasing a blow and jumping all at once to the defenseless lem.

Rem created a huge gap in the shaken off position. She twists herself in a thoughtful motion to pull the iron ball off hand. But the ferocious blade reaches her faster than the iron ball returns...

"-Ru!!

The jaw of the leading black outfit was slowly choosen by the toe of Rem jumping from the bottom.

Instead of being kicked up, etc., he literally snuck his mandible down from the bottom to his nail tip.

A shadow that loses its jaw and drips its peachy tongue. but it grabs onto the lem in front of her in a move that doesn't even involuntarily go through her fatal wounds and tries to punch the shaken cross into her chest.

- Faster than the movement accomplished, the iron balls that Rem attracted were blowing the shadowed upper jaw off every cranium.

Mixed with splashing brass, the iron sphere pops out. Lem caught it approaching her own face with raised palms - thorns penetrating her left hand and bright red blood staining her white cheeks. but grabbed it thoughtfully, and Lem instantly flipped himself, smashing and crushing every iron ball in the face of the black outfit he was about to cross directly next to.

Now it's convenient for six. Reduce the assassins from the first twelve to half, and Lem turns his rough breath towards the rest of the enemy with his shoulders and wet eyes for killing.

In front of it, a rock spear flew in sharply pointing the tip. Tilt his neck and dodged him on the brink, his delayed hair and lateral head ate rock skin and he was scratched, his eyes blinded by pain and impact.

The vision stains bright red and the impact on the head takes judgment away from the lem.

Feels like underfoot is soaking on the sieve. When instincts react to chills that sink and you get recoil with a slight bending motion of your feet, you jump diagonally with one right leg. Jump straight onto the branches of the great trees ahead and think about creating an ambush posture, just like at first,

"Shima - Huh."

Curse your shallowness, which jumped easily, in front of enemies who have the means of ranged attack.

The branches that were to land were burned by a scorching flame, and fireballs appeared as they roasted through the great trees from the other side of them - the feeling of skin being seared at high temperatures spread forward, and the lem lay his bloody left hand on the front in a loose,

"Huma!!

A thinly formed membrane of water unfolds on the front of the lem, white steam blows up the moment it collides with the fireball, and the breakaway demon from which the water is burned echoes through the forest.

but although the fireball weakened the fire somewhat, it was also not sufficiently less smelly to scratch it off with a decadent chant.

――――

The gripping left hand has a hole in the palm of his hand and I don't know if it will be useful in future battles. So when she waves her clenched fist, she taps into the fireball without hesitation and bursts her own fist with every flame.

"- Ugh!

He is caught in an explosion in the hollow, and the body of a cone-rubbing blowing lem is slammed against the trunk of a tree. Lem, falling into the heap of roots that twisted intact, raised his face, leaking a bitter squeal at the blunt pain in his left arm.

The left arm is blackened from the wrist to the tip, and the pinky and pharmacopoeia are carbide. Your skin to your elbows is ugly and red, and you don't even have a sense of pain from shoulder to shoulder.

If it didn't take a wizard who was smart enough to line up with Ferris, his left arm would never move again.

Pushing such a serious wound to rise, Rem regresses consciousness to reality and forgets the pain.

To bite down the bitter squeal and bark and rave in reverse, to make themselves known to the enemy that their own warfare has not diminished as well as to keep their consciousness away from Subaru at all.

But...

――――

A handless, black-coated palm approaching without sound was slamming Rem's torso again against the great tree behind him with impact.

His gut is crushed with a twist, and Rem's mouth bleeds heavily at the power of his sternum.

Her throat is burned by the burning sensation of vomiting and her body sinks into the pain of being squeezed all over her body. The palms that were pulled as they were were were poked out again, barely dodging it trying to smash the cranium. The trunk behind him is slammed through the palm bottom, and incredibly lightly the big tree dances through the universe.

The black outfit that cracks the ground in one step is obviously not the same as its opponents until then. Avoiding pursuit on a leap, the rolling lem spits out the blood that remains in his mouth, letting his gaze wander in search of the iron sphere that has been removed,

――――

A rock spear blurred next to his face, and his nagging body was struck by a rock hammer from behind. The spine snaps hard, and a small body bounces the earth and is blown away.

Ahead of being jumped, waiting is an unarmed figure who overwhelmed Rem earlier. The shadow was holding the iron sphere that Lem had let go in his hand, and he shook up that iron mass with his bouncing eyes,

"- Elhuma!"

The blood spit out at the chant freezes, and the blade of pure blood cleaves the arm of the man who erects the iron sphere to half. Prey falls from the hands of a black outfit in the pain. and

"Gorrrrrrrr!

Tap the ground for posture control, and the jumping lem reaches out his right hand to grab the iron ball pattern dropped by his black outfit. At the same time, kicking up an iron ball that fell to the ground and flying behind the shadow, turning the chain around the thick neck of the shadow, squeezes it with all the power of its might.

The sound of the chains squeezing the meat around the water will ring, and the neck of the black outfit will be threaded for each tibia. A face turned back a hundred and eighty degrees looked at Rem and his eyes lost their light.

Rem weakens slightly when he slaughters a mighty enemy on that body that sinks - at that moment,

"- Huh!!!

The body of the black outfit, which should have lost its power, was moving, and a kick of sagging power was ripping off Rem's torso.

The kick, which struck directly on the left side, damages all the ribs on the left side of the lem, and also snaps the left thigh and slaps it into the earth. And with that blow at the end. Now the black outfit is doomed. A body falling into depression looks up into the sky, a magnificent corpse.

"Ugh, ahhh..."

Groaning, spitting blood, Rem stands up scolding his left half of his body not listening, including his arm.

Probably finished what would have been the most hands-on of enemy groups. but the price I paid for it is not cheap.

The rest are five. Since you didn't get mixed up with a helpless person, there's got to be nothing good at melee. If so, if you come close and screw off one neck at a time, you should clean it up.

Can you do it with your current trembling body, scratchy and only moving right half of your body?

Shake his head, bite his weakness to death, and Rem scolds himself for being about to frustrate.

Not whether I can do it or not. We have to do this.

What do you mean because your left half is dead? Still moves on the right. If your right arm doesn't work, you can step on it and kill it, and if your right foot doesn't work, until you bite it.

Kill all the way to the last one, and if Subaru survives, Lem wins.

We're already in such a massive battle, not to mention Mazers territory.

I'm unconscious, but I can't be this wet about my feelings for killing have been passed on to my sister. Not far away, my sister will find out this place.

The existence of one's life does not matter then. If only Subaru's life could be protected, what hesitation is there in using it here?

Untrained creates a slight distortion in Rem's mind.

Rem sees Subaru, who should be falling over one another, to kill his last hesitation. If you at least got a glimpse of it, I don't care what happens to the rest.

Yet...

"- Subaru!?

He's not here.

Nowhere is Subaru supposed to be gasping for pain, pain, fear.

In a hurry, Rem runs his gaze around him.

I didn't know he got caught up in the aftermath of the battle ahead and got flown somewhere. But look for them. Look for them. I can't find them.

And then Rem realizes.

"One, not enough..."

The rest of the group in black is five. But wherever that number is now, there are only four of them.

The black outfits lowering the cross in both hands stand to block the beast path in the front and begin to move as they try to hide their companions away from Rem's sight.

- Keep her away from the people who ran away in charge of Subaru.

"You... we..."

From trembling lips, trembling voices spill out.

Her lips, which have lost her mind with massive bleeding, are stained with blood rouge overflowing from her mouth. In that awesome battle makeup, Rem transformed that adorable face into exactly the shape of a ghost,

"I can't get tired of just taking away my reason to live from Rem..."

Squeeze your right arm gripping the iron ball and bend one foot to build up the explosive force.

The moment tension runs on the black outfits forward and they jump this way,

"You even take away the reason I'm going to die on this occasion right now -!!"

Lem's roar bursts and Lem's body flies with kicking feet like the earth blows away.

The front of it, unfolded on the front of the jumping lem, blinded the crucifixing black outfits, the fist-great fireball that was chanted behind it - albeit so many that it covered their sight.

"- - - Huh!!!

A scream explodes and shortly afterwards a crimson glow chains in the woods of the morning burn.

The high heat blows away, burning down the trees, the world turns a demon to the heat that turns one side into scorched earth,

- On the burning field, the rest of the burning of the white apron dress fell and burned out after the moment.

- All sorts, all sorts, all sorts, all sorts.

Subaru was drooling with covetousness, shaken irresistibly by the shoulders of his black outfit.

wounds made by falls from dragon cars, those sores are already scarcely felt. It's not that I haven't felt it, but consciousness dominates me so much pain that they don't care, they even take away the energy to move and sink in.

The whispering of a spell begun by the black outfits surrounding Subaru at the scene of a dragon car rollover.

Within listening to that whisper, Subaru's body was about to be devoured by an unobtrusive sensation that swelled up from the inside, and so much noise went wild on his head that the expression tinnitus was not enough.

Something black rumbled around in my chest, in my belly, in my skull, in my heart, as if trying to gut my existence.

Just a few more moments, I'm freaked out if the array keeps going.

That pain breaks people's hearts. It's what twists people's minds. It's something that changes people's minds. Getting rid of people, that kind of thing.

If it stays that way, Natsuki Subaru...

"Hehe, hehe, hehe..."

As soon as I remembered, a rave of laughter spills from the edge of my lips along with my salivation.

As the self begins to return to the consciousness that was dominated by pain, nature and the mind expose the appearance that they remain fragmented in a vector separate from pain.

It hurts all over my body. My head is going to be particularly broken.

There is no blue. Blue is not on the side. It is carried even though it is black. What is black and where did blue go? Where are we going like this?

Scratch the woods, black outfits run like flying down a beast path.

It was a special, skinny body that didn't even look like it was working out, yet it was too distant to run like the wind in charge of a weakened person.

It was it that slipped as if it were a shadow moving according to the light of day, and the black outfit in charge of Subaru rushed through the mountains, with our faces, through the unmarked path of the beast.

So, when I ran for a dozen minutes?

In the green darkness where the sun does not reach, a black-covered figure stops at the lid. Front, soothing, is a conspicuous wall with moss-covered rock skin, high enough to look up. That is not a substitute for being able to tread without tools very much.

In front of such a shoreline, the black outfit turned his gaze and turned his foot toward a rocky mass that stood out. And when you put your hands on that rock mass,

――――

I hear a blur, and a shadow spinning words, and Subaru's body tenses to tension.

The spell that resonated in Subaru's brain on that occasion, was a reaction for fear that it would be repeated again.

but they squealed just one word. That seemed different from the earlier spell, and the effect was not to smear Subaru's skull either.

――――

Its huge rock mass suddenly disappears in front of the black outfit that whined the spell.

Accepting it as though it were a dream or an illusion, disappearing into the atmosphere to melt, the black outfit once again takes on Subaru and steps into the cave created by the disappearance of the rock masses.

Only the sound of shadow shoes treading slowly on the ground sounds regularly on the air of the hiccups and cold caves. More than a dozen meters down the cave, the light that had reached the fudge from behind closed. Perhaps, once again, the entrance to the cave was blocked by rock masses.

In the cave where the cold air pricks the skin, but the black outfit doesn't look panicky, and there's no bareback that disturbs the footprint.

and the dim darkness is paid in abrupt blurring and white glow before a shadow that progresses without hesitation. It's a luminosity of ragmite ore.

The aisle, and the walls are equipped with ore at equal intervals, and the lights light up one after the other to lead the way of the walking shadow.

The cave is advanced to the back, to the darkness to the darkness.

Is the bloody skin poppy caused by the cold or another factor?

Svalbard, who remained in charge, shuddered himself small and kept laughing as he spilled hot tears from the edge of his eyes.

And I can see the end of that dark, cold rock-skinned passage.

With a slightly stronger luminosity of ragmite ore and well lit, it was a natural hall that took up an exceptionally large area in the cave.

Subaru will do so and there, face to face with a mass of malice.

- He was a skinny man.

The man, surrounded by men in black outfits, is himself dressed in a black coat.

The height is slightly higher than Subaru's and the deep green forehead is set to a degree of length that is visible to the eye. The cheeks are sprinkled, and the minimum flesh and skin are stretched on the bones to take on a man-made shape, so much so that it seems appropriate to describe it as a bearer of flesh that I can't feel alive.

Except without those madly glittering eyes.

The man leans over and jizzily observes Subaru sitting in captivity by the wall. Leaning his neck even ninety degrees over his bent hips, his gaze casually with his glistening eyes revealed a strange body that had strayed from its regular orbit, and the fact that the man's words and actions drew a line with the ordinary man.

"Nah ho ho ho... from now on, sure, that's an interesting death"

For once, the man who watched Subaru from top to bottom as he licked it, nodded as he was convinced and said yes to the men around him.

The shadow in black draws his jaw to the man's affirmation and seems to wait silently for the man's words to continue.

The man does not react in any way to the position of protecting the silence of the shadow, but holds his left hand with his right hand so that he thinks of it alone - screwing his thumb into the wound that is occurring on his wrist, without going through it, where blood drips, and wearing back his own flesh.

"Ahhh...... no way, it's not 'arrogant' Death, is it?

Looking back with his posture bent, the man looks up Subaru with his odd posture. Insert a thumb stained with blood that chooses the wound into its mouth, and shake its starchy light eyes in trance as it twists the taste of iron with its tongue.

No reply from Subaru asked.

I'm just blurring up at the face of a man standing in front of me, with a snarling, inappropriate grin.

staring at it, the man made a noise and pulled his finger out of his lips,

"Oh, yeah, Death. This was rude. You haven't said hello yet, Death."

As he responded to Subaru's grin, the man gently ripped his thin pigmented lips to the side, slowly and carefully folding his hips in an effort to wreak havoc,

"The eagle is witchcraft, the Bishop of the Great Crimes -"

With his hips folded, he cleverly brought his neck to stare straight at Subaru,

"In charge of 'laziness', Petergius Romaneconti...... Death!

Named, he pointed Subaru with his fingers in both hands, and the man - Petergius was a jerk.

Ketty, Ketty, Ketty and.