Sayonara Ryuusei Konnichiwa Jinsei

"Well, call me with the people of the night country, humans."

"Oh, I've called you, the people of the land of night, or the children of the moon and night, the reign of night heaven, those who walk in the frosty winter wilderness; "

A young Vampire named Blanc turns his eyes on me without much interest.

As I mentioned earlier, humans for this Bran-perhaps for all races except vampires-are the only foods that support their immortal life.

Serina, holding her hand, shook her body a little, despite not being able to look directly into Blanc's gaze.

It's a reaction to receive what might be called the aftermath of power, which is included in Blanc's gaze at me.

"All these names were left by poets of another kind who knew our world. They should now be forgotten by humans and only remain in books or tales buried in the darkness of history, student or study. Looks eager.

Our compatriots of the time praised the poets who once called us so, promised that they would not suck on blood as long as they did not want, and gave many treasures. ''

Blanc then cut his words and smiled a slight smile at his mouth. Both women who have passed the height of flowers and girls who do not have buds have literally a magical smile without attracting to the bottom of their hearts regardless of age.

"But I don't think so, because I am different from the old brothers, those who know our ancient name, at least give their blood to me. Because of the blood of a young and strong man. ''

"I don't have a hobby of willing to give my neck. I'm born in an old bloodline. If you want blood, you can give me my strength."

"Well, to take my gaze, take my sign and never change my complexion, is this one of the first time I met Masarao in an unexpected place?"

The moonlight coloring the blanc gradually faded. The moonlight may have been frightened by the alteration of the bleeding from the whole body of the bran wrapped in a cloak with a deep sea shade.

"Before letting an iron blade into his heart, ask: Why do you create such a fog, replace the territory with this land? And you once did harm to my friend Fatima? ? "

Blanc's eyebrows moved slightly in my words. The area around Fraupa village, which was drunk by white fog, is already a Fraupa village and not the same as the Fraupa village.

The moon that overlaps spatially with the land governed by the Kingdom of Grossglia and shines above us also reflects the moon that originally illuminates the territory of Grossglia.

Even if it is before the evening, the outside of the white fog will be the time of the moonrise night only in the interior surrounded by this fog, so not only the space but also the time will be different.

"I realize that I have replaced this territory with this territory, which makes me want more and more of your blood. I have no reason to answer, but I will pay tribute to that wisdom.

There is no reason to choose this land separately. To put it simply, it's the closest place when we're ready. The second question is, not my father, who sucked the Fatima and her blood and made her throat damp.

It seemed to be quite delicious, and it was a special pleasure. It is a good idea to celebrate the hopeless honor and the girl of Fatima that he became the food of his father, the king of the thirteenth hundredth generation of the kingdom of Grossgria, crowned in the dark night of darkness. "

"Okay, I understand. I thank you for responding to the law in an obedient manner. I knew who had hurt Fatia. I pierced the hearts of your father and you and exposed it to the sun. You just need to turn it into ashes. ''

Since the young man in front of me is not the person who harmed Fatima, there is no time to stray any more, I fill the back of the young man with the magic of the dragon species in the long sword I hold Turns the eye towards

My eyes, turned into seven-colored longan, captured a giant fort in the distance, while being blocked by opaque fog.

If the culprit of this case is reverberating over there, the youngster in front of the eyes is already used up.

Blanc laughed at me as she was brave.

"I don't want to have any means to destroy others' fathers without permission. Until I formally take over the throne, I don't want my father to be alive. I'm waiting for a big job. For that, we and our parents must work hard. "

"Yes, then ..."

My response to Bran, who rejoices from the bottom of her heart and announces her obedience, has already been decided. And not only me, but also this girl who was outraged that her best friend was harmed.

"Die quickly"

Nel, who had been silently listening to the conversation between me and Bran, utters a very clear and concise request as if he inherited my words.

The end of the flannel's wand is pointed in a straight line at Blanc, and before the flanking of Nel's death, there are ten long spears made of flannel magic and ice.

Ice Javelin is a magical ice attack that ranks higher than Ice Arrow.

The long spear of ice shines a cold glow in the falling moonlight, and all ten rush through the wind to look at Blanc's heart.

Ice Javelin, which contains the magic of Nel who exploded emotions with terrible anger, has penetration and speed enough to penetrate both even if it is protected with a thick steel shield and armor. Was.

In the blink of an eye, a young man pierced by ten long ice spears was supposed to be in front of us.

"Anger gives depth and intensity to the magic, because of the firewood that goes into the furnace named Mind. It's wonderful and praise, sure, a little girl named Nernesia."

It was very suspicious that he was really impressed, but Blanc says with an impressed mouth, but there is no piece of pain in his mouth.

Ice Javelin was unable to touch the tip of the blue cloak that wrapped the entire body of Blanc, and was stopped there as if there was an invisible wall between the cloak and the tip.

"I'll do it for youth, but I'm still too young to hurt me."

Like the arm of a sea god rising from the deep ocean, where light is out of reach, Blanc extends his right arm from the inside of the cloak and swings from right to left like a light swath of insects.

Looking at the blue cuffs bordered by gold thread embroidery, the beauty of the line from the fingertips of the white hand, to the elegance of even the action of sweeping insects?

"It's not accurate to die, Nernesia. We're not dead: immortals, even if we are given death, we will rise from it. So we should say:"

I connected the ears of words that Blanc tried to connect.

"-Perish, Tona"

"!?"

At the same time, it was the ray of crimson that flashed from the tip of the long sword I protruded.

Depending on the skill of the caster, a fire-based attack magic Crimson Ray that emits a large amount of heat to melt the steel.

Crimson Rey, aiming for Blanc still remaining in the white smoke of the icicle flare, blew off the white smoke with his calorie, shot the exposed right chest of Blanc and squeezed there and opened a fist hole.

My magic, which penetrated the anti-magic barrier very easily, opened Blanc's eyes to true surprise.

"Oh, do you keep my defense !?"

When the swaying body was rebuilt, the hole that had been drilled in Blanc's right chest was blocked by the rebirth ability of the Royal Vampire (Royal Vampire), but Blanc coughed twice and held a small amount on his left hand, holding his mouth down Vomited blood.

"Well, the wounds are closed, but the pain is unusual. Is this a difference in the quality of the magic that is imbedded? It's like a man who is more interesting than I imagined."

With his tongue licking his own blood that wets his left hand, Blanc makes her red lips even more red and smiles at the sight of the witness.

Blanc's right hand pulled a long sword out of his cloak in a social movement, as if he was holding the hand of a dance partner.

At the tip of the thumb is a long sword with a golden handle embedded with several rubies and a golden blade.

"My beloved sword, the inscription Grief Maria. If you do not like to be my servant, let this blade be stunned without sucking blood."

The gently lowered golden point pointed to the earth swallowed up by the fog, but from a lower right to an upper left in a natural movement that would never have begun to move, a straight line without distortion.

At the end of the straight line was a flannel. There is a distance between Blanc and Nell that the golden blade could not reach.

But Nell seemed intuitive to understand that the distance did not protect himself, and he flew toward us sooner than the blade was shaken off.

Nel's feet were so strong that he stepped on the ground and jumped. After a moment, not only the atmosphere and trees that existed on the extension of the slashing line drawn by Bran, but also the space itself was torn.

"I've always looked back on the sword. Most people are cut off without knowing what they've done."

Rising from the position where his right knee stood on the ground, Nel entered the spell of attack magic following the icicle flare. It seems that Blanc's long sword will be shaken earlier, and he is going to stomach Blanc with a raging attack.

"Scales are icicles, fangs are silver bamboo shoots, and sighs are blowing. You are born between an ice male snake and a snow female snake.

The power of ice from the spirit world rapidly flows into the tip of the staff that Nel points to Blanc, and a white serpent with a scale of icicles as spelled out appears.

The large snake, which appears and keeps the surrounding temperature down sharply, also has a head at what should be the tip of the tail, and began to threaten while exhaling the snowstorm with two heads facing the blanc. .

Is it the magic of summoning a serpent belonging to the ice spirit world? I realized that I was still underestimated by Nell, saying that not only natural magic but also spiritual summoning magic could be used brilliantly.

A white double-headed snake is large enough to swallow three or four large adults together, and is full of dense spiritual power and magical power so that it is almost materialized.

Chara and the double-headed snake squirt into Blanc, spouting the sigh of blizzard, assaulting the giant in the void according to the will of the summoner, Nel.

Just before hitting Blanc, the blizzard sigh was blocked by Blanc's barrier and flowed backwards along the line of Blanc's body.

With a double-headed snake that is faster than the arrow that was released, Blanc glanced at the cold gaze of an ice gaze, with a small bitter smile, flashing Grief Maria's blade from right to left.

The double-headed snake, with its jaws opened with the tussocks of the glacial mushrooms, was cut off easily without fear of having to avoid the golden blade. The snake is swallowed and disappears.

Even if the giant swings a steel sword, even if he cuts off the scales of the icicles, it can not be made into two giant bodies, but this unusual user called Blanc and the unusual magic sword called Grief Maria Then it would have been possible.

The fact that the white double-headed snake summoned by the whole body was easily split into two was not able to react, and the expression that she saw an incredible thing.

The expression of the flannel contained a sense of superiority at the mouth of Blanc, but an elegant smile emerged indefinitely.

"Grief Maria is a bit too sharp. You have to be careful not to behead it. You only have to suck blood before you die, but there is no taste of it if you suck it from your beheaded neck."

Blanc raises a golden evil sword, which he has just said to be concerned.

The movement from the core to the shoulder, from the shoulder to the elbow, from the elbow to the wrist, and from the wrist to the sword has no stagnation, and it is as beautiful as it is stipulated from the beginning.

The golden tip turns to the heavens, slashing the moonlight sheath, from which it falls down to me with the power of the Great Falls and the tranquility of the dark night.

The trajectory cut off my right arm and right foot. I was surely seeing the dragon's eyes approaching me as the space was cut at four times or even five times the speed of the sound.

"Doran!"

"Doran!"

Serina and Nel, who imagined I would be in two, called me with a scream after I swung a long sword in exactly the same trajectory in a slash that also slashed through space.

Unlike blanc, which is at the end of its mastery of skill, my sword technique is a thrusting technique that has been strengthened by the soul of a dragon on the ground of about 13 years of marginal swordsmanship.

You can't expect a piece of elegance, but a vampire prince like Blanc has the pride he can't afford if he has the energy and murderous intentions of his sword.

The insidious sound of tearing metal or tearing the silk shakes the surrounding atmosphere. It was a scream of the space, so to speak, as the space was torn further before it was closed.

I, like Blanc, hang a long sword from heaven to the ground, and lift the long sword's cutting edge toward the deep chest of the deep blue cloak.

It was intended to be an easy-to-understand expression that would penetrate the heart behind it.

"I'm surprised, this is what Doran does. It's not about protecting or evading my blows, but showing off with the exact same slash.

What kind of sword do you wield when you are not holding a special sword? I should mourn my lack of sword talent. ''

Listening to Blanc's praise, I answered in a low voice. Nel looks at me with a scared face. For the first time, Nell has heard of the cold voice of my opponents and the murderous intent in them.

"I'm free to praise, but I don't want to be pardoned. Let's expose your ashes to the sun and then scatter them in the sea."

"It's polite"

In my declaration of assassination, Blanc smiled with the wind blowing everywhere and a refreshing smile, hiding his left body forward and hiding his golden sword in the shadow of his body. It is a rudimentary, but really effective means of preventing the initial movement of the slash and the sword line.

"Pour down, Celestial Javelin"

At the same time as my voice melts into the atmosphere, the intense light, far beyond the moonlight, shines brilliantly in the night sky, causing us and the thinner shadow of Blanc to crawl on the ground.

Once upon a time in the forest of Ente, fighting the Makai forces, countless magical spears descend from above the enemy gang.

The power is greatly reduced because the chanting was abandoned and activated only with the movement of the left hand and the magic name, but still the spear that glows white with the magic of my dragon species, shelters the Blanc's anti-magic barrier There is power only to penetrate like.

It is an inexhaustible and fundamentally different quality of my dragon's magic, a forceful force.

Blanc struggled with Celestial Javelin, who was falling overhead, with the vampire's superhuman-indeed the reflexes of the superhuman itself.

The magic sword that cuts the space does not necessarily cut the space, and the crushed Celestial Javelin breaks into fine dust with the magic power of the vampire contained in the blade and the strength of the vampire far exceeding the manpower of Blanc.

When the number of crushed light spears exceeded twenty, the crushed magical force blew down like snow in the center, and Blanc grabbed the hem of the cloak with his left hand and turned it over his head.

"This is a hassle. Let's leave it to my escort."

What is an escort even though you can't see the shadows? The identity of the escort Blanc spoke was immediately known.

Now, a half-transparent arm emerges on the smooth sheen of the cloak that conceals the whole body of the blanc.

The number of raised arms is not only one, but also two, three, four, five, and so on. Arms covered with scales, arms with green skin with inverted joints are indeed versatile.

"This is my escort. These are all the strong and beautiful women who have raised my tusks and sucked blood. After turning into my servant, I peeled their rawhide and joined them together, and further sealed them with my soul It's this cloak. Our servants in the cloak show up this way at my will. "

Inspired by the proud words of Blanc, the forty arms, which only appeared from the base of the arm, pick up dozens of celestial javelins, which mainly fall down, with weapons in their hands.

As the densely packed magical spears fly faster than the sound, Blanc's escorts repel, crush, or divert the orbit without a single leak, brilliantly damaging the vampire prince. Survive without attaching.

Realizing that Celestial Javelin would not drop any more, or by Blanc's will, the escort's arms were as transparent as they appeared and disappeared immediately.

"I don't know how many thousand or two thousand women have wet my fangs, and I haven't figured it out for a long time, but fighting me is like dealing with thousands of vampires."

More than a hundred arms around the blanc hold long bows, short bows, darts, daggers, cast nets, circular blades and a number of other launching tools, all of which are on the verge of being released by the Noble Vampire's strength and super-sensation. Was.

Then it also activates a magic that blows a wide area-the moment of the moment, the voice of a new intruder coming from the direction of Fraupa village echoed in the white fog.

The voice that rolls a gold bell is a pretty voice that makes me think that this is the case, but the sound is indifferent to others and heartless.

It was a different voice from Blanc, a voice that could only be heard by the outside spirit, which made the listener's spine cold.

"I'm doing something that looks fun. Please mix me too."

Almost at the same time as the voice shook our eardrums, a giant light-glowing beast's arm was slammed from above Bran's head, surrounded by escort arms holding projectiles.

Blanc's arms take the arms that are smashed overhead from the top while holding the weapons they hold, and the impact of one huge arm and more than a hundred women's arms running around.

As I glanced at the base of the beast's arm, I found a familiar little petite figure in front of the gate of the closed Fraupa village.

Hair and eyes dyed in the color of the night sky without the twinkling stars, and the skin that is transparent and white to the touch of an impersonal, looks pretty.

It was so small that it was pretty, but the intimidating sensation and atmosphere that couldn't even be seen by ordinary people.

Nell bitterly mentions the name of the new intruder.

"Renia"

To that name I pulled one of the shelves of memory and took out the contents.

"I was one of the four strongest Galois. There are two barriers in the village, one for Nell and one for her."

"Yes. Apart from us, Lenia had come to the village to defeat the monsters that had infested near the village. She helped save villagers the first time the village was attacked. Fatima couldn't be helped ... "

"This is another adorable disturber. Is it the definite day to meet my disturbers one after another?"

As she sighs and tells Blanc, Renia looks as happy as a child in front of her unsatisfied toy, and smiles no more vicious. Just as it has a well-shaped face like a doll, there is nothing special about the sorrowfulness of a smiling smile.

"A royal family of the vampires, the son who came to the village during this time or something? Because I escaped before I was destroyed.

"Your swearing is overwhelming. You can't afford to miss the woman's idiot and need some corrections.

One, my father never escapes. It is our ancient ritual to stand on the pressure of a sleeping woman for many nights and drink blood. My father left the village only because he respected that tradition.

One more thing, it is impossible to destroy me. With a dwarf power like you, dreams of dreams, such as defeating me. ''

"Your mouth is passing me by the foul parasites that can't sustain immortal life if you don't suck on the blood of others. See for yourself whether it's a dream to destroy you!"

"Nell, surely Renia's special magic and two names"

Watching when Blanc and his guards came back from Lennia, I questioned Nel behind. Nell, who is working on the magic of his body so he can always move to new situations, answered my question immediately.

"I am good at thinking magic, and two are" vandals! "

Thought magic is a magical system that interferes with the rules of the mage, with the philosophy of the world.

The magic that I usually use interferes with the world's science through powerful words: chanting, magical characters, mysterious symbols, and my own magic, but the magic of thought is based on thinking in mind.

It is a magic that rewrites the laws of the world as convenient with the strength of thought far surpassing ordinary people.It is extremely difficult to acquire this magic acquiredly, and the innate talent and strength of thought are above all Because it is important, the number of users is limited.

The ground crumbles, meandering, as an invisible transparent large snake appears on the ground from Renia to Bran. Movement, but what is so powerful.

Blanc made his guards cope with the thought of destruction, approaching while crushing objects on the path into fine dust.

Two thick arms emerge as if several logs were bundled. It's a giant arm.

The giant, whose species are hundred times as tall as humans, was also one of the servants of the Vampire Prince.

The giant's arm swings down at the telekinetic approach of the war hammer firmly grasped with both hands. Guon, terrible sounds and shocks occur, causing our hair to flow.

"It's hard to imagine destroying me with this kind of street performance."

"Well, how about this!"

From the left and right of Renia who have not stopped walking to Blanc yet, the beast's arms appeared this time on both sides. There are countless scales on the surface of the gray arm, bristle in places, and thick, sharp claws on five fingers.

There's no such thing as you might remember in the past.

A giant beast's arm that surpasses the arm of a giant who crushed telekinesis, let's call it a telekinetic beast, this time with a hundred arms left and right, each with a total of 200 arms holding a shield and pointing straight at it Take from.

The shape of the shields, which vary according to the race and age of the escorts, varies, but the shields arranged in a row serve as walls to prevent the evil claws of the telescope beast.

"A coward who has to take her escort all the way."

"Don't poke the pain"

And seeing Blanc grinning, he apparently had the awareness he had told the vampire prince.

As the telekinetic beast and the shield wall fought back and forth, Lenia's magic and sighs were felt. My eye caught three invisible clumps of force in front of Renia's eyes.

It was a mass of thought without color or shape. Breaking down, Renia's dedication to that end is a colorless and silent destruction that runs to Blanc.

Renia's attack continued without interruption, and the area around Bran, which prevented it, was being dug out, exploding, and turning into a devastating affair worthy of the two names.

However, it still did not break through Blanc's golden magic sword and countless escort guards, and at some point it seemed that Renia's inexhaustible magic would run out.

I concluded that it was somewhat unreasonable for Lenia to be acting against Blanc, even though I was the same as me, and I re-hold my long sword and rushed into the midst of Lenia's destruction.

"Huh!"

He cuts in from the right side of Bran, avoiding Renia's destruction. Blanc immediately noticed my presence. The guards on the left are parrying the attack from Renia, while the guards on the right, the golden evil sword, and the consciousness are turned on me.

As expected, Blanc took my blow with a golden magic sword. The golden magic sword and my magical power meshed with the blade of a white shining dragon claw sword, and a terrible power collision propagated around me and Bran around the place where it meshed.

But the collision and antagonism of the two swords is an instant. Blanc wouldn't have expected his sword to exceed 100 manpower.

I wield a long sword at Blanc's neck, which is vulnerable to the vulnerable Grief Maria.

The blade of the long sword cut the muscles and bones like water, and easily cut off Blanc's neck.

Suddenly, a red line ran around the prince's neck, and earlier than blood squirted out like a fountain, Blanc pressed his head from the top with his vacant left hand. The red line drawn on the neck disappeared as if it had never existed from the beginning.

To me, who inadvertently lost his impression, Blanc gave away a rather muddy voice. The vocal cords may not be well connected yet.

"You're wrong."

Blanc laughed at me without giving him a bow, as he would have felt extraordinary pain from the magic of his long sword.

It is said that the aristocracy race looks so as to show no weakness below, but it seems that it was the same in the vampire.

You'll want to praise it if you look great so far, but only after you destroy Blanc.

"No second time"

I draw my long sword to the right side and now I'm ready to go through Bran's heart. Blanc shows off his crushed neck against his wounds, but can his heart be pierced to sustain an immortal life?

But no answer was given to my question. Instead, an arrow was thrown from a carriage that Blanc had parked.

The carriage should be unmanned, but apparently he had been sought to respond automatically to his master's crisis and take offense. Or the carriage itself was a golem or magical creature.

What was cunning was that the countless arrows coming in included not only me, but also Serina and others in their range. In a moment to shoot them down the amount of arrows that fill the sky to look up, Blanc fled into the carriage at the speed of the wind.

I was ashamed to turn my back away from the human beings, and hoped he would hesitate.

"Dolan, remember this neck borrow until you kill you, not your servant."

"Then I'll remember you until you turn it into ash.

"It's an interesting habit. Doran, Nernesia, go to our castle if you want to save your drowned village girl and your friend, Fatima. You're not the one we've been waiting for But let's welcome ourselves, if we can surpass this. "

As soon as Blanc said, a part of the carriage's body opened openly, from which something was thrown at us. It's a golden square metal object, which is a hobby of Blanc.

It's about the size of a palm, which pops up and down in the thrown air, swirling in white mist from above as it stretches out a stick-shaped object, swallowing the Blanc carriage.

I felt that the white fog was capable of transcending space, and the moment I was swallowed by the fog, I noticed that the carriages and the knights were transferred to the faraway castle.

I tried to jump through the space to escape, but rather than realizing what was thrown in front of us, I had to give up pursuing.

From the golden object, a closed barrier surrounding us and the Fraupa village was developed, and the atmosphere surrounding the object was incompatible with the outside due to spatial transition with the outside, and matter and matter were overlappingly reacting.

Certainly, old people would have called this phenomenon.

With nuclear fusion reaction.