Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

The team 'non-combatants', who were unanimously set to take the divide left.

It is clear that if we continue down the road to the right, we will be swallowed up and there will be discord that develops into killing each other. That's why choosing the left path is extremely natural, and it's not wrong.

That is also an answered question for Subaru. but then that's not even the case when it comes to the road on the left being a safety measure, so the proponents are mean.

If the right path is a spiritual trap, waiting on the left path is a physical trap.

The alien warcraft that wraps around that flame - I want to avoid encountering Centaur if I can.

That's not the only problem with figuring out that even if you fight, you have a weak chance of winning. When you encounter a warcraft in your current state of mind, the reason is that you are not confident in yourself as to whether you can sincerely work with the Rams and Anastasias to fight.

"Actually, I've seen a great warcraft in the sand dunes. Patrash-like body neck to top is a human torso with a big mouth open from the chest to the belly of that torso. So the head part of a person's torso grows a big horn..."

"Yeah, what's that... it's so disgusting..."

"Honestly, it hit me."

I followed the course of the last Warcraft story and put it into the description of Centaur's ecology in a natural development. The two women against it - three disgusting reactions, including Patrash, remain intact.

Subaru and I don't like to explain it. Still, I should have thought that 70% of my encounters with him were more inevitable than continuing down the road to the left.

"I expected him to get hit, but he looks like a jerk anyway. For once, I call it Centaur on my own, but not only does it look creepy, but the hyena growing on my back and all that melamera burned... it looked awesome strong. Modestly, you can't win."

"Why did you find such a warcraft and leave it there? You want to die?

"Oh?"

I explained without waving my emotions as far as possible, but my anger quickly builds up in the light mouth of the usual ram. What if I did it on purpose?

I always look down at people greatly, and I feel my anger turning into hatred inside me, and Subaru takes a big, deep breath. It stills the passion and leaps to calm down.

"Shit......! Worst, this place."

"Difficult. Lamb is also relatively willing to choose words."

"If you're going to choose now, it's probably not going to add anything."

Ram's voice and gaze sympathize with Subaru, who spares his emotions.

Most of all, that attitude seems pitiful because it irritates Subaru, so I had to say that exactly what I did was counterproductive.

"The influence of temper... It's easy to talk about, but that's all I'm afraid of. In fact, it's not like we or Mr. Lamb are unaffected."

"What does that mean? I'm fine alone, if you're thinking like a flower garden, you should stop. If you peel it off, you and I are the same person."

"Thorny way of saying it. Wow. There's no way I'm that confident. Judgment, decisiveness, and physical and mental strength are another problem.... Whatever it is that pushes me into fear of anger, it's a violent conversation."

In a lot of rhetoric, Anastasia complains about the current situation in Subaru.

Reasonable words, but Subaru is frustrated not to get the guidelines. Standing at the beginning of the line and trampling the sand in the aisle, Subaru urged her to be ahead of the word with attitude.

Take it, Anastasia coughs it up small,

"Talking about burns... we don't know much about them, so please don't talk about them all the time.

"I'm really familiar with it. That must be witchcraft."

"Yes, but there are some races in the world who like it and want to touch what people don't like. For example, a stranger who goes around looking into his temper, or something. Our knowledge is like that, hearing and hearing, frowning and spitting."

Is it witch researchers, or something like that, that Anastasia gave an example of?

It sounds unexpected, but if you think about it, it's also a strange story to make it completely zero. There will be researcher-like beings in this world as well, and there can be no decent spirituality for all holders of such intellectual desires to rationally avoid exploring contraindications according to the world currents - and so on.

In every world, in every age, there will be a rightening of curiosity that does not fit into shape.

"The beginning of the knowledge I heard again, but first, what is' Qi '?

"It's... it's a contaminated mana released by a witch or a warcraft, isn't it? I've heard witches release the same thing that way."

"Mr. Lamb's answer is a myth. The witch is releasing her temper, and the warcraft created by the witch is just as drooling... burn, you know this story?

――――

"The witch and the warcraft are actually not good friends with the mess.

Anastasia-Collar Donna speaking fluently.

Maybe the maker likes to flicker his knowledge just to the maker. Anastasia's plating peels off and the nature of the white fox beneath it seems clear.

Subaru and back to back with such sentiments, Ram rounds his eyes to Anastasia's words.

Witchmen and Warcraft, those who are considered to be allies in the 'Witch of Jealousy' together. It may come as a surprise that those two are in fact a sinister relationship.

"I can't believe it's Russia... is that true?

"Hate, we don't really know witches and warcraft because we don't know each other either. So I did what I heard all the time and prefaced it. But if this is the real story, don't you think it's funny?

"Interesting...?

I feel that there are words that should not have been used, and Subaru reacts. and Anastasia nodded briefly "that" to its Subaru reaction.

"In the world, you don't think witches and witches and warcraft get along? And yet I don't know that the last two under the witch are in reverse. There's been such a mistake all four hundred years... no one knows the truth."

"That, indeed..."

"I'm sorry to hear this again, but there are a lot of misunderstandings about anger. For example, contrary to the fact that the relationship between warcraft and temper is also known, warcraft hate temper. I really hate witches, too."

"- Whatever it is, it's just that far."

Drawn into the story of Anastasia, Ram overlaps words of doubt.

Behind such an exchange between them, Subaru understood that Anastasia-Collar Donna's words were consolidated with roughly undeniable elements.

The relationship between the witch and the warcraft is actually evil, and the warcraft hates the witch thing.

The possibilities are very nodding to Subaru, who has used The Leftover Incense of the Witch many times before. Otherwise, why does the Warcraft chase the Subaru, who rolls his hatred all the way up and smells like a witch?

In addition to the initial Warcraft disturbance that was summoned from another world, even the white whale used leftover incense for the attack.

With all the evidence we have so far, it is also impossible to ignore the link between the leftover incense of the witch and the temper.

- "The Leftover Incense of Witches" surrounding Subaru is probably the quiver itself.

"You don't mean all warcraft have Jandere attributes like Petergius. I cannot forgive the smell of a witch from a guy other than a witch. It smells like other women."

That's a rough imagination, but the aforementioned possibilities are more appropriate to get through the muscles.

In other words, the Warcraft hates the witch's temper and is intensely hostile.

In the first place, most people shouldn't know that the rumor that The Jealous Witch created the Warcraft is actually wrong.

It was not the 'Jealous Witch' that created the Warcraft, but the 'Raging Witch'.

I guess nobody even realizes the relationship between Warcraft and Qi because it's not conveyed there.

Anastasian sources of knowledge - in fact, it is unclear whether there are any researchers who study the 'witch' thing, but if it exists, it is a good eye-opening.

"... what a white farce"

Thinking that far, Subaru moaned at his ease.

It is more natural to think that Anastasia-Collar Donna simply gave out the knowledge she had from the beginning than to doubt the presence or absence of researchers who don't even know if that is the case.

Thinking about it, another form of outrage gradually springs up in Subaru.

Why does Subaru need to hide the circumstances of Anastasia-Collar Donna so much? Considerations for Julius and "Iron Fangs," it is.

Julius, in particular, is in a situation full of spills from the memory of the world.

Julius is trying to dress up as normal as he can, but there are still parts of him that aren't good enough. With that in mind, the extra burden of heart should be avoided.

We should avoid it, but so why should Subaru shoulder the burden instead?

――――

Always this guy is selfish.

Why do all the Subaru have to run to wipe their asses like that?

Angry. Abominable. Shall I smash everything? Everything about the spirit of Anastasia and Subaru's "Back to Death"...

"... Balus. Stop sticking your head in the sand all of a sudden because you're suspicious."

"It's my voluntary defensive action to prevent the relationship from deteriorating. Pee."

With outrage approaching its limit, Subaru burst into the sand wall from his face before cursing. The sand wall is unexpectedly brittle and is likely to unexpectedly dig through by hand.

In exchange for such a fact, Subaru spits out the sand in his mouth. There are things that I think about Ram's white eyes, but I kept the rebellion in my chest because it is also my responsibility to act.

"Natsuki-kun's bizarre behavior is also a distracting influence...?

"No, balus is a vegetable."

"It's not vegan. It's a secondary disaster from the effects of temper."

"Well, back to the fact that the authenticity there is whoa... Warcraft actually doesn't like witches. That explains how bad witches and warcraft get along?

Consciously light-mouthed to make the between, then back to business, Anastasia tilts her neck. but I can't keep up with Subaru's consent to her words. When the ram nods instead,

"Whether or not we're not close, witches and warcraft are acting together... I've never heard of them. In the first place, some witchcraft rumors don't spread themselves."

"Well... the truth is, those guys are a hidden and insidious secret organizational system. I don't know why, I don't have an image like that at all."

"Barus and Emilia are too busy with these people."

Subaru's knowledgeable witches are all aligned and over-conscious and highly self-evident.

Neither can Petergius say that the activity was covert, and it was the first appeal to even broadcast, after taking over one of the major cities leading up to the other Bishops of the Great Crimes.

Which surface can be lowered to describe the evil organization in which they operate under the water?

"Oh, but wait. What happens to white whales? That was working with witchcraft... it's a little suspicious now, but there was that verse."

"Come on? I'm sure Warcraft hates witchcraft better. But we don't know if witchcraft hates warcraft... but even if it isn't, we're not in custody."

"Speak from yourself..."

In a proper defense to Subaru's objections, Anastasia throws herself lightly. Perhaps it is true that the thinness of the detention, I see, is another listening to the opinions of others.

Just what I used to crush as a tale tone. At the end of it Anastasia glanced at one eye,

"At the end of the day, there's something about temper - talk to me. Rum is right, there are some ideas about contaminated mana... so who can explain the situation where mana is contaminated?

――――

"Whoever goes through his body, Mana is Mana. Even if you change your nature for a purpose with magic and magic stone craftsmanship, no one can color the mana itself."

"It's..."

"How can only 'Jealous Witch' get mana dirty? And what the hell do witches adapt to that filthy mana for?

Rarely does Ram hold his mouth to Anastasia, who questions him to keep standing.

She can't come up with a word of objection and chooses silence is unusual. At the same time Subaru had a taste of dejab and disgust at that narrative of Anastasia.

The contents that do not get the guidelines, and the words that make the conclusion absent.

Everything about my attitude like winding up smoke made me feel bad about thinking I was dabbling with Echidna.

"And it seems like a waste of time has passed."

Ram's silence and Subaru's emotions, Anastasia said them to the lid in the margin.

Until then, the tone of my voice changes and I am left in a sudden conversation of topics. Put those two down, Anastasia illuminated the front of the aisle with the cantera in her hand.

Subaru also stops his leg in imitation of the motion, lifting the cantera, and realizes.

――――

Front, passage slowly breaks towards left, slightly windy.

A wall of sand that can't be changed anywhere, but its sudden curvature and the 'scorching odor' mixed with the drifting wind were intensely remembered.

"The smell of burning, the smell of cooking meat."

Ram spills terminal feelings in a slightly feverish breeze.

The smell of black burnt meat running through the back of the aisle as if it were overcooked.

It was well thought out that this scent was ignorant, even though it might be possible to make friendly contact with someone who works in the cooking. Instead, I wonder if that would have been more insane then.

"Emilia and the others are resting in the midst of a torch... do you think there's that line?

"I agree with Emilia that she's about to set fire to the detours, but there's no way I can imagine that when we talked about Centaur. You believe your head isn't a flower garden, too?

"I'll look forward to seeing how you excuse that rumor after you lose your mind."

If I give it back more stabbing than I need for a rum inquiry, I will also be painfully poisoned by her.

Sniffled at the matter, Subaru told himself that the opponents of hostility were different.

If we get here any longer, we don't have to doubt it.

Ahead of this scorching wind is the great cavity, where there is a blasphemous warcraft wrapped around the flames.

The time it took to get here should have been some quicker than the previous time. Still, in addition to encountering it, that place is probably the nest hole of the Warcraft.

He travels all the way, I don't have such pale expectations. If...

"We just have to kill and go through, huh?

"I think Lamb would be more constructive to give us ideas that we can do with the existing force."

"I wouldn't be able to fight even if I cut the trump card...... of which, I'd like to make it a last resort not to shred myself if possible. Wow. I can't take it back."

Ram and Anastasia are all against the noisy Subaru policy.

I'm frustrated by the denial, but Subaru is not going to deduce his current self-explanations either.

In fact, it must be a lame story. I'm not naming Dada a team 'non-combatant'. The option of crossing with the Warcraft should be severed as reckless.

"You can't go back and go the right way,"

"You're looking at Balls' hundred faces so far, you don't have the audacity to go down the road to the right."

"But that and the octagonal blockage. No way I'm going back to where I started and waiting for everyone else to come looking for me... what a special victory to do?

Whatever the light mouth of the rum, Anastasia is the best word. If I were to go back now for fear of the Warcraft, I would have stayed there from the beginning.

More than not, Subaru's conclusion is a choice over that warcraft.

And the way to do that, it's not like I can't find it at all.

"First, what you need is information about them. If you're right, it's possible."

Concluding ahead of the two lost in policy, Subaru said so.

- Subaru knows almost nothing about the ecology of the Warcraft Centaur.

Anyway, it's just a matter of running into each other and being burned to death in a dozen seconds of something.

The only thing painfully engraved on my soul as a practical experience is my physiological disgust at the alienation of its appearance and the fact that it had great firepower.

If you think it over and over again, you can't help but think it was a waste of time.

But that makes me wonder if I've guessed Natsuki Subaru.

With regard to the sudden 'death', Natsuki Subaru is a hundred warfare smelters. There is no longer a rule of thumb cultivated for imitating or not having to do the event of 'death' just with 'death'.

"First of all, it's that Centaur visual that deserves attention"

Once you see it, the ugly look you won't forget.

It's only been a dozen seconds since I've seen it, but its unusual appearance burns back into my memory vividly, helping Subaru to reflect.

A huge oral cavity that opens to the torso of a person in the lower part of the horse, to the horned head.

They all seem to be scrupulous like children played with proper clay craftsmanship, but if you observe the memories without distracting yourself, there is something you will notice.

"Shit, I haven't got eyes"

I don't have a head where my head should be. As a result, I have no doubt that I did not find any organ in the flesh of that warcraft to direct my vision.

Or without Cantera, there's nothing like a light source, the harm caused by operating underground in this sandy sea - it could have been degeneration.

"Is it like a mole? adapting underground. Not really, I lost my eyesight."

Or I'm not sure it didn't come with it from the beginning, but at least that warcraft wasn't working relying on sight.

At that time, the Warcraft did not appear to have noticed in the light of Cantera the presence of Subaru. Warcraft noticed Subaru only because of the sounds and signs it emits to Subaru's own insecurity.

That is, that warcraft developed instead of eyes, either olfactory or auditory.

"I've heard that moles do have good ears and their noses are stupid instead"

Not an earlier anastasia, but this must also be familiar knowledge.

However, it would be more of an assist to Subaru's speculation than a baseless idea. Centaur's strength is hearing, and with that in mind Subaru decided to act.

Hence...

――――

Remaining silent, Subaru shakes his arms up and down as quietly, silently, as possible.

The moment you step on the sand, you take great care not to hear the particles rubbing off, and thrown from the tip of the arm you swing down on it is one of the containers of water that was in the emergency take-out bag.

It didn't aim, it flew straight to the edge of the great cavity - drawing the consciousness of the warcraft burning red in the middle of the space to the point of falling.

"- Huh!!

When the water container makes a light noise and falls on the sand, Centaur, who notices the sound, shows a dramatic reaction. Shaking the burning hyena, the warcraft jumping at the horse's torso ran straight to the source of the sound, where he hit his body without hesitation.

"- Huh!!

The sand rises spectacularly and the firepowder splashes in the cavity with tyrosis.

Centaur, swept by passion, flew around, rubbing his fangs together in his open, huge mouth, and countless babies continued to raise their sobbing, deafening growls.

And as it is, when you step on the container of water wrapped in flames and shaken many times, causing it to destroy to the point where its original form is gone, the flame overflowing from the hyena drips further over the sand. So finally, except for the dry sand, it burned down and the Warcraft stopped moving satisfactorily.

Apparently satisfied.

With the deed sidelined, Subaru rocks the string on his hips and encourages him to move. The sound of careful sand treading is finely cut in the space filled by the armored squeals of the Warcraft.

So one step with great care, and one step further -,

――――

Stop, with the intention of pulling the string, and pull the foot of the advancing dragon.

The earth dragon, who was not supposed to solve the humanities, followed its instructions surprisingly disciplined and slowly stepped into the sand with careful footsteps that were not commensurate with its gigantic body.

- In a cavity painted dark and consolidated, Subaru and his men are marching in death.

Would the size of the cavity be roughly as close as the school gymnasium?

In the space where the black-burned corpse of a creature burned by a warcraft rolled over there, the Subaru and his men were about to slaughter and lengthen their footsteps and breath, and pass through the warcraft.

――――

Quiet, not so much a space where silence falls.

Centaur's, foolishly loud mouth is repeatedly breathing rough, and its sound is close to that of the frivolous sound of air coming out of a balloon.

An ugly warcraft, not only on the outside, but even on its ecology - I just appreciate its simple and lucid way of being now. Thanks to this, I also stood up for the calculation of not having to fight.

――――

Again, Subaru puts another water bottle in his hand and throws it behind Centaur. The single-cell Warcraft reacted to the sound, once again launching an attack on an empty cylinder abruptly.

The flames and the sounds of the babies fill the space, and the water bottle explodes to great firepower, making a dry noise and turning into black charcoal.

However, even in the meantime, the Subaru made strides and succeeded in narrowing the distance to the aisle.

- Observing the ecology of Centaur, Subaru's conclusions were this simple positive move.

On the grounds of the absence of vision, Subaru decides that Centaur's reliance is on hearing. Putting aside rams and anastasias, he caught the Warcraft's attention with the same method of throwing things, and repeated it several times to gain certainty.

Centaur is a warcraft that relies on hearing to find its prey, and on top of that, he says it is a creature that makes simple heads that are caught repeatedly in the same method.

If we can be sure of that, the rest is a simple story.

Scratch the material to move the yang and let the ram read in the wind the position of the passage to escape in after overdoing the Warcraft. All you have to do is carefully tell Patrash to listen to the covert behavior, be strong in your heart so you can't lose tension and anxiety, and come to the battle.

――――

In fact, Subaru's manoeuvres are working well enough to clap it out.

The journey from the cavity to the aisle has already cleared up to about half the way, and not so much time spent against tension. Warcraft without the ability to learn would be sufficiently possible to clear with repetition of the same thing.

――――

Regardless, the Cantera lights have been dropped, and the only thing that can certainly be seen in Subaru's eyes is the burning hyena of Centaur, which is much haunted in the distance.

Perhaps Cantera's lights should not be distracted by warcraft that do not rely on vision, but it is nevertheless a small civic decision to narrow down the factors that stimulate them as much as possible.

――――

There are signs that the strings will be pulled, and Subaru is drawn back to the consciousness that he was holding back in his thoughts.

Subaru, who performs the Yang Dynamics, is held by two strings, one by Patrash and the other by Ram, who rides dragons by Patrash.

Instructions to Patrash are 'move on' and 'stop', but the connection to the ram is not explicitly cultured by this. It's enough to call on each other.

However, the connection between strings that did not face each other, did not exchange words, and only conveyed consciousness was surprisingly calming to Subaru today.

For the first time, Subaru can feel no ill feelings for Ram or for Anastasia. I'm in the mood that it's easier not to meet someone face to face.

On the other hand, it's not like I don't have anxiety in my heart to rest in such solitude.

It is the effect of temper - and half Subaru is convincing himself, but there is also a large part of Anastasia's earlier story about what "temper" is, which has become opaque.

The fact is that if you leave this place, it will be cured, and now it is doubtful as well.

If it hadn't healed, even Emilia and Beatrice wouldn't be able to help themselves with such neglected emotions...

――

Strung hard by the lid, Subaru unwittingly clings to the spot. What was pulled was a string leading to Patrash, a decision made by the Grounddragon to stop forcefully.

And if you look up at me like something else...

"-"

One step before Subaru, a chunk of flame to be thrown passes,

A chunk of flame like a soccer ball, but it flew as it swung the heat waves around, clashing straight into the sand wall a few meters away, where it exploded loudly.

Broiled cold by a swollen hot air, Subaru dangerously suppresses the scream with his throat.

If Patrash hadn't called me off, he definitely took a direct hit.

I don't know if it's powerful enough to die, but wounds must be inevitable fire power. Bite your teeth at the facts you picked up your life, and at the same time a battle rushes up on Subaru's back.

Why was the fireball thrown toward Subaru?

――――

Unexpectedly, Subaru looks back behind his back.

Hooked by the positive motion, Centaur should still have been playing with the water bottle on the other side of the cavity. But now the Warcraft is turning its horn and turned head this way, roaring low.

It's as if you're certain the Subaru's are here.

――――

That can't be, Subaru shook his head.

Subaru removes the water bottle for throwing from his waist and tames it in his hand to set up a positive motion again. The strings that connect with the ram are calling Subaru frequently, but they don't fit.

Now, the first priority is to strip the warcraft of its attention from here.

Shake up, the water bottle draws a parabola and drifts wide left from Centaur to fall into the sand. Naturally, the warcraft's attention turned to you, and the frivolous beast jumped at the visible positive motion.

The flames again, the cries of a resounding baby. And in the echoing cavity of a high sound, Subaru directs Patrash to hasten progress into the passage.

All you have to do is repeat, repeat, and do the determined process.

That should be the only way to break through, but...

"-!"

Centaur's throwing fireball passed right next to Subaru, who was still walking.

That's even closer than earlier, a blow so precise as to plunder Subaru's skin. Stuffed with breath, Subaru is stirred by the heat waves caused by the explosion of the fireball.

――――

Subaru stared at the warcraft nestled in the distance, illuminated by a newly born orange light source on the front. I don't see eye to eye, I have a saying about staring at each other.

But Warcraft's attention is clearly pointing this way. Why is the Warcraft, who only has the means to discern this one by sound, in the presence of the Subaru in their own ringing...

"My, ringing..."

"Balus, echo -"

Questions and answers join together in Subaru, and the call of the string pulling ram finally becomes a sound.

And the moment the two arrived at the same answer, Centaur kicked the sand.

A hoof kicks the sandy ground and the giant body of the Warcraft flies lightly cold enough to look up. The firepower of the burning hyena increased while driving, and it burst into Subaru at once.

A human torso connected to the horse's body raises its arms and pulls its own burning hyena a thousand times. It turns into a fireball in the palm of the Warcraft, and after blinking, a flaming burst is complete.

"- Huh! Run, run, run!!

If we get here, we can no longer avoid clashes with Centaur.

The secret that killed the footsteps was quite abandoned, and Subaru ordered Patrash to slap his glutes and rush into the aisle immediately.

At present, the Subaru's are just in the middle of the cavity - far from both the original passage and the passage ahead, so much in favor of the Warcraft that it seems that they have been conspired anymore.

"Did they play......!?

"- Eh!"

Subaru consciousness that can be stunningly applied and consolidated, but the Warcraft doesn't fit into it. Centaur threw the fireball he had produced and sanded it to swallow the escaping Subaru.

Straight ahead, running into the aisle has been read by him. The hearing of the guy who captures the sound is more accurate than that of this smallworker, even if he runs to the zigzag to confuse you.

"Ugh! Wow!"

Lowered heads are plundered and fireballs are thrown in one after the other.

The invisible warcraft rushes around the subaru in large measure with its feet, continuously punching and blowing explosive shells, as it swarms the subaru fleeing to it.

"Oh -!?"

Underfoot burst and Subaru's body was gently rubbed by heat waves and blown away.

Though his face was sheltered with his arms, the gushing hot air penetrated his respiratory organs and his nose and throat were lightly scorched. I had pain in my breath, my mucous membrane melted and my sense of smell died temporarily.

Rolling around into the frenzy of severe pain that occurred in the center of his face, Subaru turns to tears and raises his face.

The mouth present in the torso of Centaur opened wide and the mouth full of fangs made a deafening noise and sounded as if he was laughing. No, I'm laughing.

Man, even a weak man defeated by a comparison of wisdom with a warcraft, and bewitched by power.

"Shit, ha......!

Hate, it boils and gives Subaru the power to rise.

What a healthy thing to be hostile to a hostile vicious beast in this way compared to a suspicious darkness or unnecessary discord. Subaru laughed with his nose at the self-loving idea of the victorious Warcraft, swallowed by the darker things that boiled down his passion.

I won. It's funny if you're thinking about it.

How do you think you can beat Natsuki Subaru when it comes to the warcraft you hate?

――――

Put your hands on your hips and pull out the whip.

Familiarizing himself with the feel of the pattern in his hands, Centaur stopped laughing at Subaru, who plays lightly sand at its tip, and cleared his ears with intrigue at the whipping sound of the wind.

Probably the first sound I've ever heard for a warcraft.

But Subaru's destiny is not there. The whip is only a positive move.

"- Invisible Providence"

Starting with the outrage of the Warcraft, the ever-blackening emotions obsessed in Subaru's chest.

It gives orientation to it and converts Centaur's hands and feet into forces to pull a thousand cuts. It's a foolish way to use it, but I don't mind. It's a pattern that works for everyone.

――――

I'll swing the whip overhead and let him hear the wind cut at high speed.

To avoid being noticed by the warcraft intrigued by the first sound, the invisible demon hand proceeded to slip through the darkness, sneaking into the shadow of the warcraft and setting his aim at the corner of its human torso.

I don't know if there's a horse torso in a person's torso, or an important organ in which. It's a mystery that your brain might be stuck in there more than your head is a horn. Still, there's a difference between lethal vital organs there. Hit it that way and crush the corners with invisible palms.

If you start listening to me with a missing corner, just let him hurt himself. It's much more pleasant...

"-!? gi, ah, ha!?

That was the moment I thought about it and tried to execute my punishment.

An unimaginable and painful shock runs over the head of Subaru, who looks to Centaur and stretches his' invisible hand 'over his head. He peeled off his scalp and instantly his white eyes in the kind of pain that punched a cone directly into his skull, and Subaru blew a yellow bubble and poked his knee on the spot.

"but ah!? What, agi no!

Reach your hands to your head with your knees poked and punch your temples to combat sharp pain. The pain is not relieved by rubbing or holding it down. sharper and stronger shock to combat the pain. You can't beat, beat, beat or beat the pain over for that.

Hell full of thorns created in his skull rolled around to stab and pierce his brain, Subaru smothered on the sand, biting the sand without knowing why.

"Ouch! Ahhh! Ouch, ouch, ouch! Ouch!!

Screaming, like spitting blood.

Subaru puts a ton of sand in his mouth and bites it with his back teeth, so that his throat doesn't get blocked by a severe pain of unintelligible meaning, he hits around and resists the pain. I can't stand it, I'm losing.

Naturally, Invisible Providence is scratching away in an instant.

Misty. That can't interfere with Centaur in any way. Warcraft tries to turn Subaru into a burnt corpse with a fireball just as he clapped at Subaru's condition.

The fireball that is created drives away the cold air in the space, and the small-scale blast heat heats the world.

It stays that way, transforming Natsuki Subaru into an extinguishing charcoal -,

"- Huh!"

Shortly before that, a fiercely flying, pitch-black earth dragon chewed off the arms of the Warcraft a thousand times.

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The sophisticated earth dragon assimilating into darkness snuck up on the Warcraft without sound and made a painful blow. Losing his arm and losing his balance, the Warcraft removes the fireball that was flying overhead from the spot.

In other words, the Warcraft was to cause the heat of the fireball created by itself to explode beneath his feet and be blown away by a blast at super close range.

In a burst, the Warcraft explodes, spilling blood from the wounds on his arm and Centaur flips. Without looking at it, Patrash, who walked on the sand, put his beating Subaru clothes around his mouth and ran out to retreat immediately.

With his hips bitten, Subaru, who can hang, is swayed from left to right, looking behind him agitated by the poor circulation of blood and indelible headaches.

Behind the patrash, Centaur rises up at will.

The wound on that human torso bubbled and I could see the chewed off left arm growing instantly. The monstrous regenerative force was also effective on other wounds, and the wounds in the body created by the aftermath of the current explosion blocked one after the other, and the Warcraft returned to a healthy appearance in seconds of things.

In that case, there is no longer anything that would hinder it.

Centaur whispers to Patrash, who accidentally struck me, accelerating to chase me to the running-ground dragon, burning the hyena up and flying.

Patrash's run, which adapts to all evil paths, is brilliant, but still not a step to the speed of Centaur, which defines the habitat as here. There was also a difference in the original body body, and a warcraft juxtaposed right next to the subaru turning patrash.

A fireball is born that burns up in the hands of the Warcraft, and that is now stretched lengthwise for a long time. If you keep an eye out for something, the fireball turns into a long shot in the hands of the Warcraft, and what was created after blinking is a spear wrapped in flames from head to ass.

"- Huh!!

Shaking up the flaming spear, Centaur slams its tip to Patrash. The pitch-black ground dragon ducks as its spear swirls - dodging a blow at a low like diving into the sand, accelerating to scratch just a few gaps.

But the moment I saw him rush through, the Warcraft hoof kicked the ground dragon's torso straight from the side. Power permeates the inside of the stiff skin, throbbing at the bitter squeeze of Patrash squeezing his guts. Still, I won't drop the Subaru caught in my fangs. The heat you feel around your hips is due to the blood that Patrash throws up after damaging your gut.

That alone tells me that I took the deep hand.

But Patrash won't let go of Subaru, and Subaru can't afford to care about Love Dragon's injuries right now. All I have is endless headaches, blame bitterness that seems to last forever.

"- El Hula!!

"Ziwaldo -!"

Obviously a slow patrash throws a second blow of the flaming spear into it. But before it captured the body of the ground dragon, the cross spear entered simultaneously from both directions.

One is an invisible wind blade and the other is a hot line with high temperatures that converge white.

Any chant is a familiar voice, but Subaru doesn't know the details.

It just turns out that both of them hit the Warcraft directly, made a wind hole in its torso, and cut the human torso diagonally. - The wound, the instant blockage.

"Balus......! Oh, if you're dead already, say so!

"Trouble, that warcraft... there's nothing wrong with us."

The voice of a girl who sounds chopped up somewhere, even though her voice remains normal.

The voice of a girl in a situation that, on the contrary, was chopped up, yet somehow lacking in tension.

Subaru's consciousness is no longer on the verge of letting go, feeling Love Dragon's breath and the fever of vomiting blood on his skin. If you're so frustrated with pain and suffering, you'd better die...

"Don't die, Balth! Rem's gonna cry!

"-"

Yelling in his ear, the voice reached his brain beyond Subaru's pain.

However, what is evoked by that voice is an unbeatable rage at the hatred held against the Warcraft.

You forgot.

You don't even remember who he is or who he is.

- With a mouth like I get it, don't talk about me and Rem.

"- Invisible Providence ooh!!

Releasing his emotions with anger, Subaru slaps the pitch-black demon hand with momentum close to hitting eight to the sight edge plundered with tears, the warcraft that passed there.

As soon as possible, a rough wave of severe pain chewing through the resulting skull - Subaru's 'Invisible Hand' slaps the Warcraft spear from the front and rewards it with an arrow before it swallows and eats consciousness.

- But that's as far as fine resistance gets.

"- Huh!!

The payback to an angry counterattack is a painful shot by further outrage.

Centaur protrudes his forefoot into the land of sand, forcing it to swirl its gigantic body against his axial foot, and his hind foot is ejected like a catapult.

The hardness of the mineral-plated hooves gains weight and velocity, pounding the sand on the Subaru - involving Patrash and possibly the ram and anastasia that were nearby and bursting.

Some of the cavities exploded to such an extent that their legs blew away that they all blew apart in sand violence. Finally, Subaru and Patrash fall off their jaws, roll over the sand without the art of exchange, and clash into some sort of burnt body that collapses in the aftermath of the shock.

"Ah, uh..."

An unspoken headache and a kicked body of centaurs.

Subaru can no longer remain conscious of the succession of pain that strikes him from within and outside the flesh. However, I can see signs of 'death' looming in colour while I roll around caricaturally.

Destroy, annihilate, and die in vain.

Such heartless words run around the back of my brain, but...

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Breathing was also a situation where his lungs forgot, and Subaru saw someone standing in front of him.

Small, luxurious shadow. In a world lacking in light sources, its appearance is uncertain. But I can tell right away because I'm used to seeing it. It's a lamb. She's standing, fluttering.

Spread your hands to shelter Subaru.

- Idiot, I can't, so tell him not to do it because it's no use.

Even if I try to speak up like that, my voice's throat is dead. Like the sand is clogged. - No, the sand is jammed as a fact. I swallow the sand like an idiot, and I can't even speak decently to Subaru right now because of the fact that I tried to kill my headache.

"... duh, duh"

Subaru rang with a fine voice just to squeeze it out.

There are so many subaru obsessed with dissatisfaction and anger with the rams that are within them, which they would have felt as well.

- Rem's crying.

That's all Ram answers quietly to that Subaru word.

Ram stands for his sister, who should not be remembered, to protect her sister's thinkers, who he does not remember.

Subaru doesn't know what makes her do that.

Even if you don't know, there's something you do.

Keep it up, Ram dies. And Subaru dies, too. That is inevitable.

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Centaur roars and creates a new sword of flames on both his arms. Or maybe it's meant to be a hammer or axe because it doesn't have the look of a sword.

Either way, it's two flame-wrapped weapons. So, it's a structure that dimensions the ram too small compared to itself and doesn't burn the subaru either.

"... come here, come here. There's something there."

With signs of incoming 'death' at present, Subaru reaches deep into the pain.

retrograde against pain, diving. It is close to the act of continuing to dive into oneself. Outside of me - it's unrealistic to ask Ram, Patrash, or Anastasia for help.

Then Subaru asks his inner self for help, whether he is cursed with dreams or paranoia. Because this method, which is clearly unrealistic, is still a more realistic means.

Diving inwards, reaching into the cloudy body, scratching black delusions, Subaru asks for a way to open up in himself. It's not an 'invisible hand' that was too harsh. More another, something, something new, a way to get over this.

But Subaru's quest for that death...

"-"

Without finding anything, a warcraft shook up his two-handed sword in the front of Subaru.

The flames cross over the head of the Warcraft and it is released towards the Rams after a moment of stagnation. Burning the atmosphere, the impending slaughter ruthlessly burns off the girl's thin body and blows it away, turning it into black charcoal, deciding that there was nothing on her path or the thoughts she had -.

visionary of the sight, Subaru exclaimed to powerlessness -,

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At the next moment, the white light emitted at a terrible rate was erasing the upper body of the Warcraft.

The flesh of a warcraft with a fiery sword disappears from the world by a terrible light.

It didn't mean easy things like cutting and crushing, it meant literal extinction.

――――

Centaur is a monster that connects a horse's torso to its head.

And the light blew up from his chest, the part that touched the man's torso. Naturally, shoulder-to-shoulder arms as well as mouths full of empty fangs that hit a person's head and chest.

On that impact, the Warcraft spills blood from the wound without sound - shortly afterwards, the wound bubbles and the exact same superregeneration takes place as before.

The meat flourishes and the torso of the lost reshapes. The human body has been created instantly, and flaming bursts have been created early on in both of its arms.

――――

Centaur barks and countless baby whispers echo in a cold space.

The warcraft that flips itself as-is blind to Subaru and Ram, and flies head-on toward the harmful enemy who wiped out his own upper body.

Generating numerous fireballs in his arms, the Warcraft threw it in one after the other as he walked, spreading into the heat of the explosion and setting himself up to scream. But...

"- Huh!?

The fireballs produced by the Warcraft are intercepted from the front.

What accomplishes that is the white light that wears the fireball head-on with terrible accuracy. The speed of light is unusual, and the power clearly outweighs the fireball.

The mass of flames is struck by the light at its center, pulled by the power of its light and landed on the body of the warcraft itself, immediately after wondering if it had become like a hare of white light, the flames explode throughout the body of the warcraft.

The arms disappear, the mouth chops a thousand times, the torso part of the horse burns, and the centaur falls. Rolling wildly into the land of sand, the Warcraft leaves it to anger to scream reluctantly.

But the wound is stirred, and the Warcraft does not die. If they are decided, erased, and not extended, they just need to increase their strength, change their use, and evolve their way of killing.

――――

Regenerates lost areas, transforms the appearance of the Warcraft.

The shape of the human part changes, the two arms increase to four, and a sharp, long fang peeks from the oral cavity that was in the torso. The lower body of the horse also adds more legs and the eight legs are doubled by simple calculations.

Even more burnt skin turns into a dark, hard one, which may at first glance appear to be armor-wrapped.

And on each of the increased arms he put the blazing sword, the spear, the hammer, and the axe, and the Warcraft made an incredible evolution in a short time, and changed himself for the Lord of White Light alone.

――――

Raising his four-legged forelegs, Centaur roars loudly. Engage the hooves of the raised forelegs, make a tall noise, and drive out the momentum.

The figure, the giant body too, is equal to a train armed with steel. The weight and acceleration will turn the opponent who hit him directly into a grinding flesh with ease, causing him to die unbroken as he sees it.

If you behave flame on Todome, the existence that caused the Warcraft to scratch its shame will be completely extinguished.

"- Huh!!

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So, just after a tremendous amount of light, there is no longer anything left there.

All that fierce warcraft, including its flesh pieces, was wiped out by the light and blown away somewhere else in the world.

All that remains on the sand is the countless lights emitted to scratch out the warcraft - its source, the white, elongated needle. It also becomes powdered as if it were to weather quickly.

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Seeing that with dismay, Subaru had also forgotten his headache.

If you notice, a hot, thin body is jumping in Subaru's arms. Ram. Not even in Subaru's memory, but apparently, at the last moment, he was holding that body.

But it must have meant nothing, and the lamb doesn't seem conscious.

――――

I can hear someone treading on the sand in that Subaru ear.

That comes slowly, surely this way, towards the Subaru.

As always, there is cold silence in the cavity and darkness falling.

The only thing that barely becomes a source of light is the scattering of the remains of the flames that the Warcraft had been exasperating until earlier. Just beside Subaru there was also a single scale of smoking flames that could be looked over if only a few meters or so.

Someone's foot entered the critical part of that vision.

――――

Face up, Subaru turns to the owner of that leg - perhaps, to the identity of the light.

It was humans who lifted their sights loosely and reflected them in the eyes of Kasumi.

――――

Woman, it was.

A woman with a strange vibe.

Standing on the sand, the feet are boldly peeled out to the legs, and the only thing that protects the woman's lower abdomen is her short trousers with a hem cut up to the girth. Right above it is still the exposed woman's hips and navels, and over her thin, creased torso, the cloth just wraps around like a breast covering her breasts.

However, from his shoulders he weaves something like a cape, which barely protects his white shoulder and the majority of his exposed body from the wind.

The hair is so brown close to black that it is likely to assimilate into darkness that it is a ponytail that has been stretched long enough to bring it together.

And looking at the Subaru's eyes wet with terrible and intense emotions.

Its thin lips ripped to the side, and the woman had a beastly grin, she said.

- I found it.

At least, the words make sense, Subaru thought.

From what I thought, Subaru's consciousness takes its limits.

Accepted by the feel of the sand, Subaru silently let go of consciousness.

At the very least, don't let go of just the girl in your arm, hold her tight.

Only the guts remained, just to be mean to that extent.