Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

- Spread your wings on the roof of the city hall, and Black Dragon mocks the Subaru under your eyes.

I can't stop laughing as I open my sharp fang peeping mouth, leaping my red, long tongue and narrowing those golden eyes.

The face of the Black Dragon is roughly different from that of Subaru's imaginary dragon.

Patrash and others with a sharp and riddled face are close to the earth dragon, but their bodies are above all different from those of a large tategami. Given that ground dragons remain in a range of sizes that can be compared to horses on average, the size of overhead wing dragons is comparable to the size of elephants.

That's all they're pulling up. I want to believe you can't even fly, but then I have to say that the more splendidly spread wings are haribote.

That can't be happening.

"You're not excited to get your thermal gaze on me, it's a fever, dude! Uh, no, it's too much of an Ataxi disaster to be seen raped by guys like you who only think about juicing and living. So - I don't want to come out!

Waving his wings toward the ground, his body is stirred by a winding storm of black dragons.

Black dragons licking this one with long stretched tongues - the capella was distorting the look of the reptile into a form that I could clearly tell was a laugh.

It's a frightening, expressive wing dragon.

Because I don't know, there's something about it that's great because it leaves room for imagination. Patrash and the lack of language are good examples of this.

Don't hesitate to love her because it's her rinsy trick that doesn't even put emotions on her face.

Conversely, only aversion comes to the human odor in the bad sense of the pterosaur in front of me.

"... now, is a dragon a boon to your mouth?

"Dragons who lived long years and developed intelligence solve humanities. The dragon Volcanica and others who have made a covenant with the kingdom will communicate with us by word, of course. I don't know if I'm going to expose my emotions that far though."

Julius answers Subaru's pushed and killed voice from a slight distance.

The best knight to shrug and show off his shoulders never takes his gaze off that wing dragon. The other four, and of course Subaru, are the same.

Under his eyes are two swordsmen with super strength, and a black dragon named 'lust' over his head.

Even the situation, which was just a chunk of the anxiety element, stands at once as a wall of the anxiety element.

"At least not if it's just the two swordsmen..."

The woman who holds the long sword without alarm and the giant man who barely ascertains the feeling of the great sword.

The woman is unknown, but the giant was physically attacked by Ricard. Regardless, it was an outrage because we knew it would play later, but it's not like we can't hit it. The conclusion remains unchanged from earlier that if it is a ranged attack.

But that's only if these six do their best to push them.

"Someone with experience in fighting dragons..."

"- Yes."

"Seriously, Mr. Wilhelm?

I thought it was just hopeless, but Wilhelm responds low to Subaru's question.

The old swordsman pulled his jaw at the astonishing Subaru,

"Nearly forty years ago, in the south of Lugnica, we crusaded a dragon called Evil Dragon Balgren. Near the border with Vorachia, I remember a considerable diplomatic tension to concentrate our forces"

"Apart from that kind of diplomatic problem, I need advice on how to fight dragons..."

"In the battle against Balgren, five hundred percent of the knights involved died and forty percent were destroyed. I succeeded in the crusade, but it turned out to be catastrophic. I was wondering if it was necessary to pay attention to the area, such as breath and inexhaustible health, and the helplessness of the swordsman if flown."

"With no quantitative maneuvers available, there are more desperate elements......!

to Subaru, who blues his face, but Wilhelm went on to say, "Though,"

"Balgren is the enemy of the Winged Dragon who deserves to be called the Dragon. By contrast, Arre is only a small swing to call him a dragon. Drop your head and you'll die in one go."

"Didn't Balgren die in one go?

I had three necks to drop.

Wilhelm regains his sword as he looks back at past events that would have been a death fight.

It's comforting to say that if you have one neck to drop, it's easy.

To Wilhelm's combat posture, Subaru also regained his whip and other faces.

Seeing the unbroken Subaru momentum, Black Dragon Capella sounded unexpected,

"Ah, well, then I'll be jerking off with the bad guys who give up. Normally, after they do it like it's only good, or there comes reinforcements. Besides, Bishop of the Great Crimes! If something like that happens, it's the miscellaneous fish and their habit to want to escape, isn't it? Ataxi, are you mistaken for another bug? Ha-ha-ha!"

"What are you doing? Shut up! I don't know who they are. Wow, it has something to do with it! Does the number of people standing still matter! Get out of my way and take him down, and I'll take him down!

"Kehaha! There's some kind of loser howl, but do you think there's something wrong with the ear of an attacker? Oops, you made a difference. Seems like a loser, not a loser, but a loser cat! Nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-n

"Heh!?

Garfiel, yelling back at Capella's curse, stuck his breath in that counterattack.

What the Black Dragon said must be about Garfield's defeat. A detailed account of what Mimi was done means that Capella was watching it.

Additionally, it surprised Garfiel that

"Hey, where do you think I'm Wartiger..."

"Ha, I don't know where I heard that. I'm also over-conscious. I have cancer? I'm not interested in shards, fine dust, or hair. I can't believe you're a filthy half-beast. How do you know? Are you making fun of me? I'm not making a fool of myself. You're too stupid to die!

curse with defilement, and Capella looked to each of the Subaru as he rattled his nose,

"Kusa, kusa! Rotten meat always smells like scum, but it doesn't. Wrinkly scum meat! Smart pretentious scum meat! Furry Beast Scum Meat! It's not crazy, but it's annoying scum meat! Whoa, but..."

After a scattered evaluation, Capella's gaze turned to one point - the Krush.

A sharp eye is narrowed and Kursch holds his body unintentionally in its sticky gaze. seeing it. Capella roared her throat even more delightfully,

"It's not bad. The meat is mixed. Beautiful and adorable, the top meat of my taste for tacks! Smells good too! I feel like I can't stop feeling disloyal! Its face, its body, its beauty... I can't wait to guzzle it with the hands of an attacker."

- That's enough.

"Ahem?

Am I inadvertently?

He looked like he was only expressing himself as tranced and stared at Kursch's body licking it from top to bottom.

There, the voice that killed my anger low interrupts.

――――

The black dragon, who was turning his attention to Krush, raised his face in frustration.

and before its eyes were opened, there was Julius, who rocked the tip of the sword like a conductor,

"Hopefully I'll be burned by six colors of light, El Pryrüme!

Six quasi-spirits circle over Julius' head, illuminated in a straight line with a mixture of brilliant six-colored light.

The rainbow glow turns white at the point of landing, and its direct hit capella screams.

"- Ahhh!!

"It's the price of a long story. If I could, this would still be bullshit."

The light of destruction of the quasi-spirits continues relentlessly, according to Julius' command.

Two until then silent swordsmen kicked the cobblestone again and jumped in here, screaming at BGM like ripping the heart out of what Capella hears.

"Make it stop!

"I won't let you!

There, Garfield and Wilhelm go in with their voices up and cracked.

Wilhelm struck a sword with a female swordsman and Garfield took two great swords disappointingly with two shields.

――――

"I won't let you retreat, let me make sure!

Wilhelm's sword strike flashed at the woman trying to get her first machete stopped and back off.

The stepping of the old swordsman's body and the storm of slaughter that can be broken up and down abruptly. The woman works against the length of the long sword and the defense is delayed to Wilhelm, who runs an awesome sword speed.

What still frightens the woman is that she dodges the slaughter in time for defense. Sophisticated foot tweezers and body balance so much so as not to disturb the flow of water in the river.

It protrudes in waving the sword and is such a woman's body that it seems shaped to hold the sword.

The woman catches up with Wilhelm with nothing less than exceptional skill and talent than what she once showed in her battle with the white whale.

"No, whoa!

――――

He raises his voice, releases the mood of tearing, and the spin of Wilhelm's slaughter rises.

Old body and who laughs at it. The serial strike of the old swordsman's blade attracts the eyes of many young men with swords and is the tip of a sword top that makes them want to be.

A flashing blade cuts the wind, runs through the sky, scrapes the ground, and tries to deliver the blade tip to the woman's flesh.

The woman who responds remains silent and receives the blade of the old man whose years have been sharpened head-on, flushing, and shrugging.

No voice, no righteousness, a woman is like a doll for war. Blindly, a doll that follows a gene for battle engraved in its flesh and waves a blade so that the gear turns.

Cut the wind, run through the sky, sharpen the ground, and ruthlessly strike down the blade that flies towards itself.

The sound of a quiet sword trident, unlikely to be a steel and steel meeting.

The woman's sword is not light. The old man's sword can't be light.

However, the sharpened blades of each other have nothing of useless destruction other than cutting off prey.

It is the realm of the beautiful 'blade' that is regarded as the arrival of the 'sword' and the existence of the 'swordsman' way of life.

"Ohhhhh -!!"

――――

The sword strike flashes and the two swordsmen hit each other with a quiet will to fight.

- It was the sanctuary of the sword itself, where the intruders were not allowed to enter.

Meanwhile, just beside us, another battlefield is unfolding.

"Ohhhhh!!"

――――

Roar, deflect muscles, crush the ground with stepping in, and decide the target's meat with a blow.

His eyes turned to the blow being punched in, he growled at the feeling of punching back, he threw up blood reflexes at the feeling of being crushed in the gut, and his opponent turned against the power of breaking bones.

The strike between Garfield and the giant is rough in a flinch from the swordsman's glorious battle.

If you say goodbye, the giant man must also be a swordsman who deals with two big swords. Even though it must be, the way it fights is far from refinement, just like barbarian or kedamono rational.

"Ha, ha!!

Nor does the relative Garfiel know the style of well-behaved fighting.

Garfield's battle is a fight-and-kill, a gift of ours. Since receiving Subaru's Kaoru, he has called himself "Garfield Stream Battleshield Form," which means orderless violence that no one can emulate, only Garfield instinctively understands.

The violence of that garfield and the barbarian style of the giant was really meshing.

An easy-to-understand savage duel to hang out even until one of us falls at the limit, which is why victory or defeat is purely conveyed to everyone's eyes.

――――

The blow of the falling sword is heavy, and if taken with one arm, it is taken from the elbow. If you take it with both arms, your attention to the other sword will be shallow, and you may be defenseless about the blow.

Therefore, against a wave of the great sword, he dares to reciprocate with the shield of Garfield's one arm. Take the blade diagonally and slide and flush the sword tip momentum while supporting the shield with your arms.

Horribly, this giant, he's not just waving his sword at the dark clouds. The way we fight is barbaric, but its slaughter is astonishingly honest and, to be clear, straight.

This is not the case with talent alone. Tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of skills you can acquire for the first time by waving your sword.

Half-breed reception is not allowed for blades that are shaken upright.

If you lose your mind at the point of receiving it, the silver shield will be turned down by a sword equal to uncut, and Garfiel will taste the blow properly.

"Just kidding, ye-!"

So Garfiel needs to always do everything he can against the Great Sword's outrage.

Great sword to be waved down, recieved. Approaching from side to side, flush. Big sword to be launched from under the crotch shortly afterwards, recieve. Another arm hit with a gap, beaten. Beat me back.

The troublesome thing is, the giant has six arms besides waving his sword.

This is what comes through Garfield's defense at the stronghold and knocks the blow in, and sometimes even bad habits such as swinging with three hands if you don't have two big swords.

Garfiel wins at speed, but the giant wins at the power and diversity of the blow.

He is bounced off his jaw, drained of his sword, kicked into his knees, launched his bending face, and buried on the ground where he lowered in four back fists, taking a slash from directly above.

A barbaric battlefield dominated by splashes of blood, broken bones and bitter ringing and drinking.

The bloods of what you see boil, and the controversy of the magnificents who can't stop you from screaming.

The clash of ringing shields and great swords seemed to strike percussion instruments, and the splashing sparks combined were enough to remind me of a play on stage.

――――

The battlefield of the quiet Wilhelm and the battlefield of Garfiel fighting in a blast.

Subaru or Kursch are breathtaking and cannot break into either battle. Not only is there no room to interrupt technically. I'm fascinated, I can't move my legs.

But unlike Subaru, who is swallowed by such emotion,

"Akan, it's time to be moved"

Overhead, Ricard, who was staring into Julius' magic, rocks his gigantic body and comes forward. Shortly after Subaru moved "eh" to that behavior,

"Master Subaru!

"Stay back!

He pulls his collar neck and is pushed down by Krusch, where Subaru was right next door. Ricard, who stood to shelter in front of those two, turned his neck upwards and opened its mouth,

"Wah, hah!!

The roar produces waves of sound, and the trembling atmosphere rings and brings with it the power of destruction in which the voice cannot be seen.

The roaring waves unleashed are a homogeneous blow to what Mimi once showed working with her younger brothers in the battle against the white whales. Apparently Ricard can unleash a single shot that is powerful enough to damage the white whale's giant body and interrupt its attack, horribly.

That roaring wave and head-on bumped into a black flame that tore through the white light and poured it to the ground.

The pitch-black fireworks wave wildly, shivering the hearts and minds more toward the decadence of their nature than their heat. Blackflame, intercepted by the roaring waves, splashed in a dismayingly easy way, scattering the remnants of that flame all over the square.

But its true decadence is manifested after it has fallen to the earth.

"What, that fire... it doesn't go out?

Nothing falls on the cobblestone and keeps the blackflame burning. Nonetheless, the flames remain on the spot, stretching the tip of the flaming tongue around.

What is scary is the fact that the flame continues to remain on the water even if it falls into the waterway.

Like sparking oil dripping in water, the flames continue to claim their presence in the place.

"Brothers, how long have you been doing that? Normally do the opposite."

"Subaru. Exactly what about being sheltered by women"

Ricard and Julius throw their words at each of them to Subaru, who feels unspeakably scared by the way the black flames remain. Following their gaze, Subaru noticed that he had fallen flat on the ground and it was also falling in the form of a krush covering him right up.

"Me, I don't look good!

"I'm glad you're okay. Rest assured. I won't tell Ferris or Emilia."

"That makes me look worse!

Besides, Kursch gave me a hand and let me stand, and I got 10% more of that bad outfit.

Beating his ass, Subaru looked over his head, the source of the black flame - naturally, up at the black dragon who spewed out that flame, and glanced at the black dragon sitting there.

Nothing else, I hate it.

"No, you can't stare at people and tremble at their sexual excitement. Stop, don't look, don't offend me with your eyes! Ha ha ha! When I told the dancer that you were strictly forbidden to touch him, he didn't touch him because he was magical. - What? Ha ha!"

"That, what..."

Taking Julius' magic head-on, Capella is still alive and well.

However, that never means intact. On the contrary, Capella's appearance is a magical force of Julius' carelessness, which has been badly damaged.

The right side of the winged dragon's prized wings was burnt to pieces and flesh dripping as he saw it. I guess I protected my body with wings, but there's no way my wings could have defeated my torso in that damaging situation.

The magical power has penetrated the wings and also damaged the torso of the Black Dragon. The abdomen is burned out by heat, and inside it the gut is boiled down and guzzled. The dragon's head was also blown to the right of his face, his ridiculously laughing tongue chopped off a thousand times, and his eyeballs drooling.

I'm not talking about half-dead. Completely corpse itself.

But it wasn't that tragic damage that made Subaru breathe, even Julius and Ricard frown, and Kursch scream unintentionally feminine.

- It's the regeneration of the flesh, from its tragic damage.

Blood vessels twitch, flesh flourishes, bone twitches, a thousand chopped fibers stitch together, and the torn capella flesh regenerates with tremendous momentum.

In a sight out of the ordinary orbit, the heat generated burns blood and the red vapor rises.

"Now I've even seen the gut of a beautiful attacker. Did they satisfy you? There's a lot of carnal appetite and all the perverts who even want to see their favorite scum meat butthole. Ha ha ha! Satisfied? Hey, satisfied and juiced up, huh?

"Yours, that's, what?

"Isn't it silly to ask what you see? But, Ataxi, I'm merciful, so let's answer. As you can see, you're immortal."

Immortality - a word of absolute sexuality that is terminal and more understandable than any other.

Subaru was unintentionally breathtaking that Capella called herself that. I have a desire to laugh at you for being ridiculous, but does that mean that you really think it's ridiculous? Don't you just want to laugh that off because you don't want to believe that?

"Merely, super playback ability at will..."

"Shouldn't you be free to imagine? Invincible, or stupid. It's also nasty, and Ataxi is too awesome! I don't think so."

――――

"Oh, shut up and be cute - Yikes! It's a lie, you idiot! Die, you scum meat! Except for Ataxi, die! Totally!

Hate to say it away, capella ramblingly breaks the word on the way. I wondered if Black Dragon rammed the rooftop of the city hall with freshly healed wings and raised his heavy hips.

If you think you're finally going to attack the Subaru people on the ground,

"It's fucking time. Ataxi, if I have to broadcast it, I'll let you go back inside. It's really no use talking to them! Angrily wasted! So, there you are, chopped up with a little bit of good meat, rot in death."

"Oh?

Tension dropped abruptly, and the cappella opened its big mouth for a visible extension. Then she, I don't know if I can say this, but Capella really flipped herself and pulled herself into the back of an unseen city hall from the Subaru as she set footsteps.

That said, I can't even think of it as an alarming method of warfare.

"If you're invited, you should think so... but don't let it get on the air"

"Once the demands are actually communicated, will the town in a state of well-being panic? Shit, do you think we have to go inside? In this situation! Go after him!

I only have a bad feeling.

The capella is that figure in the first place, and how is it getting inside the city hall? I can only imagine the size of the broadcast room, etc., but everything is going to blow up just because the cappella is a little clumsy. Or maybe I'm just letting a witch set me up and I'm just voicing myself, but I don't have time to think about that.

"Really, it's settled. The guys out there are with Wye and let those two take care of it. Julius Boy and his brother, and then Miss Krusch broke into the group."

That's what Ricard says, and he shows the policy to the Subaru people he will consider. Subaru expects there to be any basis for that unmistakable decision,

"Don't be grounded. However, if you think about dealing with guys like that doll, Miss Kursch and Subaru are tough. So, Wye doesn't move well in the building. Julius Boy can do both. Soraya."

"It's a reasonable place. I make the same decision. To be honest, I'm anxious to leave Master Wilhelm and Garfield behind, but there's Ricard, I'll leave you to it."

"When I leave it to you. I want to turn it around."

There was no time for Subaru and Krush to pinch their mouths, and Julius and Ricard nodded at each other.

I guess just the two of the same faction had something that just makes sense now. Subaru has no objection to the policy, and scratches his head abusively when

"Garfiel! I'm sorry, you're not losing! I'll have to go help Emilia if I buzz him and 'lust'!

"Now, I'm answering, Admiral!

Speak to Garfiel, who plays a random battle, and Subaru nods to Julius. next to it, Krusch put his hand on his mouth, and turned to Wilhelm,

"Wilhelm, I'll take care of it!

"My pleasure!

Wilhelm also responds briefly to the short voice of the Lord.

That exchange is enough for the right lord. Kursch has also indicated his willingness to endorse this way, with Subaru leading the attack on the city hall.

Three people try to run through the middle of the square and into the city hall. Two shadows caught in the motion hold the way, as I also forgot about the enemy opposite me.

"If you line up on a straight line, it's just an acan judgment or something, ha-!!"

A roaring wave rolls up the cobblestone, and the destruction of a corrugated spread sound strikes two women and a giant man from behind. The diffusing roaring waves are attenuating in power, but they still work well enough to stop both feet, and their scorned dancing partners catch up there.

"It's not something you do that you can't get along with. You're the only one I can see!

"You can't be pointing your butt in a fight, you're gonna rip your butt out and crush it, Olah!

――――

Slash and slaughter, fist and sword strikes engage intensely, and the battlefield of the square cannot involve outsiders.

Listening to the sound of a blasting sword trident behind his back as it was, Subaru and the others kicked through the front entrance to the city hall at once and jumped in without loosening their legs.

"What about the broadcast room!?

"I don't know, but it's probably up there. It's more convenient to get your voice heard."

"There may be ambushes. Be careful!

Slipping through the entrance is the reception hall of the city hall.

Usually people overflow, places that would have adorable receptionists are scattered and vandalized, lights are dropped and dim air is spreading.

Apparently it was avoided that people's bodies were rolling or that a large number of witches were refraining -

"Anyway, let's go upstairs. Maybe there's a information board or some kind of broadcast room place!

"If you can, I'd also like to check the safety of the people who were in the city hall... apparently, that's gotten a little greedy"

"What... ugh!

Svalbard points to the stairs as he peeks into the reception and confirms that no one is there. Plus Julius responded quietly, but he shook his neck sideways, staring into the back of the lobby.

Kursch frowned at the way it looked, but quickly dyed the look in battle.

Seeing Krush's reaction, Subaru also circled in from the reception to go under the two of them - and noticed the same thing as them, stuffing his breath.

Once again, one person appears in footsteps.

He smiled like a prank kid with a glimpse of his face from the side of the stairs.

At first glance, it looked like a little child.

Some of them have a small physique, because the face I saw seemed young before.

However, the emotion is only a lost cause until he sees the boy's eyes.

A coarse outfit with long blurry scorched tea hair, like just wrapping cloth around your body.

To a young face and a pranky grin, a glow of rotten eyes like boiled down every poison present in the world - it's never a decent human eye.

And in this situation right now, if there's an undesirable human being, it's obvious what it is.

It's

"I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad, because I'm too happy, because I think I'm happy, because I feel happy! Raging! Raging! The more things you can wait for, the more hungry you are! I can't wait to get my first bite done!

Sounds like heartfelt fun, heartfelt joy, a barefoot boy takes a hiatus step.

From the mouth turning a lot to the master, a dog tooth was peeking a little too long. Subaru's brain boils down to the manipulation, the attitude and the overly intense dialogue of self-assertion.

If this imagination makes this boiling emotion certain, then this guy...

"The kid there. If you're the one who just happens to be hiding and being left behind, and you're a little bit in the middle of something, make a confession right away. Then it's really, really me, but I forgive you. But if not, name it."

"Ha ha, brother, what is that? You look frustrated. Hey, you think we could have some kind of grudge or something? If I can remember, I'd like to, but we're retarded, and we're not remembered, so come on..."

In the face of wanting to raise his voice, Subaru tries only to remain calm.

As he strokes the nerves of such Subaru, the boy distorts his mouth and gruesomely groans,

"See if that frustration is really against us, or if it's really against someone who's not us."

"Enough, okay. You're my enemy."

"We're the Bishop of Witchcraft, the" bulimic, "Roy Alphardo."

"Raging Eclipse - Huh!!

The moment the boy named "bulimia," Subaru waved the whip as it had been bounced.

Tear the wind apart and relentlessly strike the face of the opposing enemy. that,

"Well, it's common for us to eat grudges."

'bulimia', which stopped the tip of the whipping with his teeth, said so shaggy.