Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

Stick your fangs in the green tail past your eyes and devour them with selflessness.

Purple body fluids splash and frivolous amounts of blood wet your face, but I don't mind. Already, the left eye is blocked with poison fluids.

Roar up the burning pain and delude it, slapping it on the arm and letting the double-headed snake die. He kicks the carcass, lowers back as he tows the front, and immediately turns upside down in reaction to the cold rushing up his spine.

Like plundering the tip of his jaw, a blade of disastrous shape was swept away.

As for the flesh of the Warcraft, which was on the slope of the blade, it feeds on the toothed blade of the beast. The flesh is torn, the blood is punctured, pierced and smashed through the scattered gut curtains, tapping into both arms pulled by the torso of the woman who opened the tragedy.

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I feel the shield on the right pierced the woman's chest, and the shield on the left pierced the woman's flank, each making a shaky sound of bone and flesh.

Ears, in front of you, up, down, left, right, the voice of an intricate beast, screaming, your own roar, the sound of impact, the twisting of steel and steel, too mixed in to recognize the world correctly in sound.

I don't mind. It's right in front of me, only the world in my right eye is real.

The busty woman's chest twisted and dented, and a great deal of hemorrhage in the power of the blow that squeezes her guts out. Joy does not disappear from the woman's expression even in the midst of life-threatening intense pain while dyeing her blood-colored lips into even more black blood.

Or rather than combat, than combat continuity, that spirituality was perhaps the most troublesome substitute.

"-Sh, no!

"Ha ha!!

Short breath and a responding growl.

The woman's left arm is shaken forward from behind, and the tall sound chains behind her back. It's a slash that reflects the wall, bounces back the ceiling, hits the floor and comes for the back of the head.

――――

consciousness behind his back, and the option to avoid it disappears from the back of his brain.

In front of her eyes, the woman who waved her left hand is in a position to squeeze her right arm and release a black blade with fangs of the beast. Put the blade behind you and a fatal wound to the right will cut this head, or your throat.

Tilt yourself diagonally and remove your head forcefully from the track of the blade piercing the back of your head.

A blunt sound echoes from around the right shoulder blade, and I feel the tip of the blade reflecting on the gap in the bone mesh, striking my tongue - the blade enters the joint area and the movement of my right arm stops for a moment.

"Ri, no, no, no!"

"Shh!

It involves so much violence that even the sound scratches off that a squeezed blade is released.

A blade blow without hand is a terribly sharp blow in the shape of a blade rather than a slash.

If you hit it directly, your head will blow up, and the power of staying even the prototype - letting your left arm, like that, break into orbit, but if you're in a bad shape, you haven't flushed out the damage you took to your right shoulder.

The sound of metal being bitten by the beast snaps only momentarily, and the raised arms are played lightly.

As it is, the black blade re-advances to this head with a slight decrease in velocity. Enough power to blow half the skull, it reaches between blinks.

that,

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It was the body of a carcassed warcraft that kicked it up and made it interrupt between the side head and the blade.

Foreign body fluids that touch the skin's stiff vegetables on the cheeks and poisonous body fluids that cause burn-like inflammation on the skin touched. Pick up the benefits of avoiding fatal injuries, even at the risk of being exposed to them.

The blade devours the carcass of the Warcraft, and as it is, the force of blow thrusts across the carcass.

From left to right, he turns to the shock of being punched in the face, one, two steps, taking the floor with the force of his will as he turns, flying behind him.

"The Protection of the Earth Spirit" was activated, and the floor I stepped on exploded to bounce and fly according to this intent.

Her body flies back with its explosive power and presses her into that position on a woman whose back is shaped. - On her right shoulder, she leaves the blade of the woman's swinging white blade protruding.

"-"

The moment the blade came into contact, the woman pulled herself slightly.

Even though I knew it was the peak side that touched my body, I was overjudged by a little bit of movement.

Keep your right shoulder against the woman's body, spread your stance and drop your center of gravity.

As soon as the woman took a step in the behavior, lowering her legs back and trying to open the distance, her left arm stretching out of the low orbit eagled the woman's face.

"- Partial beastification ah!

Shortly after the scream, a change occurs in the left arm grabbing the woman's face.

The muscles expand and the left arm explodes - growing all together as the golden body hair looks through, transforming into the left arm of a beast that is as good as a whole.

Naturally, the tip of its arm has blade-like claws specific to the beast,

"Ki, uh-huh!

A thick toenail chooses the woman's face, spills blood and makes her reverse.

Similar wounds and pains were engraved on the blade of the five fingers, from the outside to the inside of the head. The servant woman also holds her face back, looks up at the ceiling and screams.

"Ruh!!

On its torso, a straight kick pierces it and blows it behind its back.

The power that captures the middle of the torso is sufficiently destructive to further rupture and scratch the crushed sternum and inner gut.

The falling woman removes her weapon and makes an uninterrupted laugh as she exhales bright red blood.

That's a terrible touch to the ear, trying to jump in to interrupt you,

"Chi! Next! Next!

Garfiel hangs trying to chase, sews a gap in the attack and the Warcraft arrives.

A black-winged mouse inflates its body in proportion to its anger, a speckle king dog scratched from all over the mansion, and a resurrection giant - a rock pig pushing in.

He cleaves the swarm of black-wing rats with his fingernails, steps in the swelling kangaroo, erases it in one shot, kicks the neck of the spot king dog trying to devour it, and Garfiel faces the ramming rock pig head-on.

"Peppa, it's so awesome!!

"Wow, you horse deer bastard!!

A few tons of mass looms with explosive propulsion.

That's more of a mass bullet than a beast's striking power for a building to come down from the sky.

Though I don't like Garfield, I'm not sure he's safe to take it directly from the front. It is the mountain of Sekiyama that cannot even indulge in a moment and is blown away and crushed.

However,

"So, hello, Je!

Step on both feet and maximize the 'protection of the earth spirit'.

The protection of the earth transmitted from the soles of the feet and the dynamism with which the muscles of the whole body thrive.

Golden eyes wet themselves in belligerent light and Garfiel, stripping his fangs, laughs viciously and explodes the blood lurking inside himself.

"- Wow!!

A squeezing roar is not a call to the outside, but a call to the inside.

A pedigree in me that circles all over my body, somewhere hard to accept, never liked. Usually I'm hissing myself. I call on it, and I tremble my soul as I taste the feeling of poppy skin.

The right arm becomes explosively enlarged, just like the left arm that tore the woman's face apart.

Using both arms as a starting point, the shoulders, the torso, the neck, the head making noises and the skeleton transforming, Garfield's face shifting from that of a human to that of a cat beast - the Great Tiger.

As the torso, hips, and legs become enlarged, the garment cannot resist pressure from the inside. The figure of just hooking a cloth cut, the shield equipped on both arms is like a bracelet barely stopping the wrists of the inflated arms - if its body is the only one, a beast appears on the spot that does not even take a pull on the approaching rock pig.

"- Huh!!

The floor swells and the stepping foot is heavily submerged.

Relatively of the two giant beasts, I can't keep up with the endurance of the mansion, which should have been robustly built. A giant body that can't fit in the aisle crushes the wall, and a ceiling ornament rubbing its back makes a noise and falls.

"- Wagpig!!

To Garfield's transformation, a girl riding on the back of a warcraft raises a tall voice.

Is the scream called the name of the Warcraft? In response to the Lord's call to ride on his back, the rock pig shouts a roar that crushes the rock, opening his teeth-lined mouth like a stone molar and jumping.

A warcraft that weighs on the back leg and presses for his forefoot to float and crush it.

The LTTE, which glows brilliantly with its golden eyes, explodes its rear leg as it does so, interrupting it just before the tread of its giant body clashes, sticking its nails against its thick rock-like skin.

The sound of sticking the blade against the rock floor sounds, and the tiger's nails are stripped from the ground up. The rock skin does not pass through the blade and the forefoot of the giant beast hits the LTTE emptying the preemptive attack with the thrust force intact.

Straight from the top, a stampede that pushes and crushes both shoulders of the tiger. The upper body is pushed to the floor and the tiger's throat screams at the impact of an unrelenting mass.

"Wagpig, when it stops. Amy!!

The Lord of the Warcraft is not alarmed when he hears the sound of bones smashing and flesh crushing.

Hearing the Lord's crying voice, the rock pig jumps up both forelegs again as he growls, and steps on the head of the Great Tiger with a second step.

But...

"- Huh!!

If the claws were not delivered and prevented, there is only one weapon the LTTE chooses.

With his neck, the LTTE, crushed on both shoulders, uses his spine to wake up his body, peeling his fangs against a rock hog with his forelegs floating to show his belly.

Even a warcraft that covers its entire body with rocky skin can't have the exact same hardness as its entire body. Compared to arms and backs, the area known as the steeple is undoubtedly less protective.

Thus, the LTTE protruded a sharp fang into the empty abdomen of a rock pig that could float its forelegs.

"Rock Pork!?

"-Goooooooooooooo!!

The jaw of the Great Tiger is large enough to swallow every human being, and fits nearly half the range into the oral cavity, even in the wide abdomen of a rock pig.

For a moment, the skin of a rock pig resists through the teeth of a tiger, but let it penetrate easily the moment the pointed tip breaks the thin skin so that the tip of the blade breaks the fruit.

The scream of the rock pig was intertwined with the momentum of the devoured LTTE kicking the floor and spinning laterally.

The behavior of turning oneself to pull a thousand cuts of the meat of prey while eating up fangs - a predatory action carried out by a kind of subdragon known as a water dragon living on a riverside.

If Natsuki Subaru had seen it, he would have determined that it was close to the behavior of a creature called Death Roll, which does not exist in this world.

Beat the floor with your hind legs and chew the torso of a rock pig a thousand times while earning lateral rotation and forward mobility.

Inside the thick skin, the giant body of the Warcraft was conceiving an enormous amount of guts and blood equal to its mass, from the scars of the fangs to the passage of the mansion it was relentlessly smashed into.

"- Wow."

Peeling his white eyes, the rock pig's body raises a weak severer and collapses.

The LTTE throws up the flesh of a broken rock pig and kicks his gigantic body with his hind legs and knocks him over. The girl who was down from the back of the Warcraft at the moment of the clash looks speechless witnessing the spectacular death of her manipulative warcraft.

"Ugh... don't believe me..."

Backward, the girl looks back behind her back and sees the rest of her gestures.

Numerous warcraft are gathering continuously on this occasion, according to her callous whistle. But they are small and medium-sized flocks, and large warcraft like rock pigs are a stop.

"Oh too! Oh, my God! Elsa! Elsa! Do something. Hey!

"... of people, that it's a rough thing"

A girl calls the names of her companions, enlightening her disadvantages and cursing irrationality. In response to that voice, it is the pitch-black woman who slowly crawls out of the darkness.

He regenerates his chosen face and annoys the three wet knits in the blood.

"I knew it would be nice to decide a woman's face without hesitation, you"

"- Whoa! Whoa! Wow!"

A big tiger with his shoulders crushed roars in excitement at a woman laughing in a blood-swet murder phase.

He trembles his gigantic body, strikes his head against the body of a fallen rock pig, and vomits.

The bitterly roaring tiger eventually loses its giant little by little, and the enlarged flesh begins to take its original human form. After a few seconds, he shook off his missing golden body hair and a half-naked boy stood up.

"Ahhh... shit, I'm back. My head hurts..."

"I see... a half-beast. I didn't think it was a good idea for humans."

"If that reasoning makes sense, what if our generals aren't human?"

Shaking his head, Garfiel ascertains the feel of his body back into the human form.

In the process of the skeleton returning to the human form, the bones are bordered to the extent that the crushed shoulders also move. Nevertheless, whenever I moved it, the anguishing pain ran and I found my thoughts incandescent.

I can't move it fully for long.

But that should no longer be the same for them.

"On behalf of Mei Ye, I smashed the bowels of my favorite warcraft. Happy to swim in that sea of blood?

"I won't be shy. The intestines of the beast are irreplaceable unless they are so hungry. Your bowels are beautiful because they cut through people's stomachs."

"That aesthetic, it means something."

I stick my pinky finger in my ear, scratching it abusively and putting my giggles on my exhale.

In front of Garfield, Elsa is in an overwhelmingly unfavourable position yet does not attempt to break that posture.

- Elsa's immortal physique, quoted five times more until its end comes.

Since that decision, Garfield has already been exposed to fatal injuries four times. Five degrees if you include a blow that determined the face ahead. It should be time to see the limits to regeneration as well.

I mean, as well as Elsa's stock of life is no longer exhausted. Garfield is also injured, but he's still not going to get behind in the fight.

The situation is equal to sticking a blade in each other's throats than you can even hope for Warcraft protection from Mary - yet what is that taunting behavior?

"It's not like there's any special reason. You're not so scared. You're okay."

I looked at Garfiel with a surprising eyebrow root and Elsa told him to give up his toddler.

Wrinkled on the nose at the word, Garfiel roars the beast.

To mislead the slightest confusion that has arisen in my mind, that I have been nursed.

"Awwww. You're as smart as you can see."

"If you look at it, you'll see. Cutting someone's stomach open means facing someone before they cut it open. Your face is a familiar face."

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"A face that doesn't understand the abnormal"

Elsa puts her hand on her mouth and laughs at Garfiel, who loses sight of the words, in the illusion of a blocked throat. smiling softly, she tilted her neck and

"It's okay, so. I don't want anyone to understand. My happiness is mine to gain by stepping on someone's life. To live is to step on death."

"... if you ask me properly, I know I'll go crazy."

Lift your arms up and meet your shields to renounce understanding.

I can't afford to turn a blind eye to the other person's circumstances. The same is true of the reasons for turning consciousness to confusion, which is no longer the current word.

"For once, I'm going to ask you... if you're going to escape under oath of the Golden Wheel Wraith, you're not going to miss it."

"You're a really cute girl."

It was a signal of a clash to laugh and shake off the mercy you showed at the end.

The step explodes and Garfiel's body flies straight. The white blade that intercepts it swings vertically, hitting the ceiling, hitting the floor, approaching Garfield as the rotating blade reflects.

Elsa's gripping white blade is a combination of multiple blades. Blades carry on at each other's ends, wavering blades as if they were snake bones bouncing endlessly around the aisle.

Up, down or far beyond the viewing speed, the blade flies around in white light, and Garfiel relinquishes dodging with both shields to cover his head. A blade bouncing from above protrudes against the two arms of his left arm and continues forward as he savors the pain of being slapped on the bone.

"I was born in Gusteco, a very, very cold land."

On the battlefield where the instant offense unfolded, the singing woman's voice somehow snuck into Garfield's tympanic membrane.

There's no way I can hear you. Nowhere is such a voice-interruding gap in a moment where consciousness burns and exchanges a blow with death.

That's supposed to happen, but the woman's voice scratches Garfield's consciousness and sneaks in.

"It is a national pattern with a strong difference between rich and poor, and it is not uncommon to abandon children in the poor. I was one of those children who lived without a parent and sipped muddy water when I felt like it."

"- Rah!!

"I spend my days stealing things, threatening people, that sort of thing, and my face changes all the time around me. I don't know what you're living for, you're happy... I haven't had time to think about that in days."

I shake my fist through, and it takes me to blow Elsa's face off.

But the massive swing was dodged by a leaning motion, and a black blade swung up directly from the bottom diagonally shallowed Garfield's torso.

The meat is taken to the fangs of the beast, and Elsa licks her tongue, bathed in the blood that erupts.

"It was a particularly cold day."

"Shh, shh! Don't listen to me!

"The wind blowing from the high mountains was strong and cold, the day the whole town was frozen. My exhaled breath was freezing in the cold, and I was held up by the owner of the store when I worked the theft."

Spilling a feverish exhale, Elsa speaks with a clammy face.

The momentum of the swinging blade of death grew, and one cut after another began to increase on Garfiel's body, whose left protection could not keep up.

"It was an environment where I couldn't complain about being killed, but because I was a woman. I can still remember the face of the man who laughed nasty and tried to rip my clothes off."

"but ah...... ugh"

"In the cold wind, I just happened to pick up a piece of glass when they took my jacket off and took my underwear away too... I thought it might be better to freeze to death than what I'd be doing"

Garfiel dared to shoot down with his head poked as his long leg stretched out for his side head. Against the kind of shock that resonates in the cerebromedulla, Elsa's foot armor should have been shattered too.

Pull your legs, Elsa, back off. But that look hasn't changed from the trance one.

"Think of something, I didn't do that. I just stuck a piece of glass I picked up in my compressed stomach, moved it, and cut it open."

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"Neither the scream of the man, nor the emotion of taking someone's life, felt anything. I just thought, in the cold wind,"

Elsa chuckled inadvertently in front of Garfield, who held her breath.

"Blood and guts, how warm -"

The blade is swung up, approaching the crack of Garfield's skull. Slip yourself directly beside you, kick the wall around behind Elsa, and release a kick to smash your spine, but the orbit hits your tibia on the peak of Elsa's blade that turns you.

The kicked wall raised the smoke and Garfiel didn't want to fly as he pounded his tongue.

"If there is happiness in this world, there seems to be warmth and beauty that makes you forget the cold. A definite form of happiness for the first time, which I got, having been born and fallen and nothing. - You don't understand, do you?

"I did. I did."

"That's fine. Because I don't want you to empathize."

"Then why did you let me tell you that story, chest shit evil?"

"I wonder why?

To Garfiel, who lived in hostility, Elsa tilted her neck with a strange face.

Then when you sluttily narrow your eyes, you gloss those lips with a red tongue,

"I'm sure it's because you're really loving me."

"... there's a woman I fell in love with. I'm hanging out with some crazy motherfucker."

"You can't get along. But fine. The only thing I need is your contents."

The story seems to make sense, it doesn't make sense from the ground up.

In an exchange so far with a woman, Garfield finally understands it.

Elsa's personal story has no interest, no sympathy, nothing.

That's what happens. The guy in the basement just went through that experience and became this kind of monster.

Garfield's shield chooses what to protect.

- I'll kill you, Elsa Granhilte.

"For the first time since I killed you, I'll love you. Garfield Tinsel"

We call each other names after each other, and half beasts and murderers wield violence.

A white blade cleaves the darkness of the passage as white light, and a black blade that is squeezed releases a vertical tear through Garfiel's body.

A blade that jumps around the edge of your vision, up, down, left, right. Against unprotected attacks, Garfield throws away even if he puts aside an avoidance option. But if he kills his thrust without taking this off, he's just a fool to step on two.

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A blade that rips through the sound and leaps down the aisle.

If you can't see the tip of it, there's no other way to aim for the starting point to be released.

Sticking out his left arm, Garfield throws a shield that was loosening the knot.

It was thrown loose during the meeting, striking Elsa's left hand directly from the front that opened her eyes - there was a smashing sound and I could see her fingers shaking and removing the white blade.

A jumping blade loses its manipulator, pierces the ceiling and stops moving.

A deepening black grin and a poking roar. A blade carrying death is swung down as it kills the atmosphere, slamming it on Garfiel's body straight ahead.

Place your right arm directly over your head and take a direct hit of the black blade falling on the Tangbamboo crack.

Shockwave thrusting through the shield and shaking his head lavishly. Barely support your eyes turning and about to fall into the front with your stepping foot.

I cut it off - shortly afterwards, a jumping woman's knee smashes Garfiel's nose facing down.

"Don't be alarmed when you think you've prevented it."

I hear an inclusive laugh, and Elsa waves her legs up against Garfiel's opposite.

The knee that crushed Garfield's nose was raised high, and from the heel of her shoe, which was swung down, the dull glow of the blade planted - its tip pierced Garfield's throat,

"You're the one who missed my weapon."

An open mouth swallows down the shaken heel blade by blade, chewing its thin feet off.

Elsa rounded her eyes as she was eaten through the bones to her ankles with each blade.

"Oh."

Raising his surprise, Elsa sits out of balance on the spot fluttering.

The right foot is crushed down from the candle and does not function, and neither arm is shaken and useless with its own offensive recoil. To support his left foot, Elsa is the only one who looks up at Garfiel from his safe neck and

"- Ah."

Breathe in, Elsa blushed her cheeks like a maiden in love.

The exhalation has so much heat that it colours, the wet eyes are filled with unwiped enthusiasm.

- In front of Elsa, Garfield takes on the giant body of a rock pig and throws it away.

Knowing the future crushed by the mass bullets that draw the parabola, Elsa takes her eyes off Garfield until the moment when she is swallowed by shadows.

Exhale rough, love the blonde boy stripping his fangs -,

"It creeps me out"

Weakness crushed the killer, the vampire, the intestinal hunt, to the point of no complete skin.

The squeaky sound of meat, the blood that runs out mixed with the body fluids of the Warcraft.

Smell the smell of death, Garfiel growls.

The roar is high, high, and blasts across the burning mansion.

- The battle between the shield Garfield Tinsel of the sanctuary and the intestinal hunt Elsa Grandhilte, settled here.