Sayonara Ryuusei Konnichiwa Jinsei

Four thousand people faced in the courtyard, which was large enough to store, and Blanc laughed softly. His smile looks like a friendship in front of an old friend who reunited unexpectedly in the city.

I and Blanc's first move coincided strangely. They step on each other with the power to turn the cobblestones into powder, run at a speed that leaves the wind behind, and cross the blade at the middle point of the distance that was open between them.

The white magic of the dragon claw sword and the golden evil of the Grief Maria devour, and countless sparks scatter around us, illuminating our faces with bicolor light.

"Amazing, no, terrible, Doran. What can I get right now with my blows? Now my strength is a blow that scatters five bodies without being able to accept even a giant."

"Hmmm, yeah? I thought I was a vulnerable person, and I thought I'd hit a blow without a hand."

My irony seemed to touch the cord, and Blanc laughed as soon as she said it was fun and inevitable.

"Fufufu, hahahahaha! It is unbearable, to describe my whole blow as such. You can be a devil or an angel in human skin. The pleasure of this struggle, If you can taste it! "

And while there is still an afterimage of the intermeshing blades in the void, me and Blanc's arms move, move, move many times at the speed of the wind!

If the spectators were here, you would have the illusion that Blanc's arms increased with me in an instant.

We pierce the edge, and we jump backwards, again, as if we were in the mirror. The distance opened between us is about 13 steps.

With the tip of the dragon claw pointing towards the ground and shaking slightly, I corrected Bran's rating considerably upwards.

Despite taking in the cloak escorts, without the body and spirit that were unsatisfactory in terms of the toughness that could withstand it, their own souls would have been crushed by the pressure of seven thousand souls.

If you have a little more sensible personality, you're a strong enemy worthy of genuine respect, but it's hopeless.

Blanc wipes the red line engraved on his left cheek with his left index finger. After staring at his finger wet with his own blood, Blanc's eyes showed me.

It was the first wound since the beginning of sword fighting, but Blanc was not upset at first that his immortal body, which would regenerate without any problems as long as it was broken down into molecules, would not regenerate at all.

"Some of the necks that were cut off and tied once, but the wounds on you are hard to heal. Our power, which is immortal to our boasting immortality, is really wonderful."

It's still understandable if you're terrifying and trembling.

But to experience the power to destroy your immortal body and admire it as wonderful.

It may not be my step-in-law, but the mental structure of this man is still far from ordinary people.

"It seems that his body has been immortal, and that the sword that has neglected the protection technique has now resonated. In addition, he left too much protection to the escort cape."

Blanc seems to have had few chances to use his defenses during the battle, aside from his training, and now he is even more keenly aware of this and is complaining.

It's easy to be amazed or abused during such battles.

I raised some caution in Blanc's spirit, who was so glad to be able to say that in the fight with me and to find room for improvement.

"Now, let's go on, Doran. My guards aren't just warriors. There are a lot of magic, magic, magic, evil, and nicknames, but there are also those who have magical powers!"

Blanc chose the greatest attack he could fire at that distance rather than close it.

Seven thousand souls that melt into Blanc's blood and soul are excited at once, and the mind and body of Blanc overflows without knowing that the magical power of seven thousand people will die from one to the next.

"Of the women who are my guards, there are 1,412 wizards. By mixing and resonating my 7,000 people with my magic power, the magic power exceeded the standard of the Royal Vampire."

At the moment, the appearance of 1,412 women overlaid on Bran's huge body. Blanc sucked blood and became a kin, and now the souls are even sucked and the women are united.

Different races and learned magical systems, they stripped their tusks of hatred against me for doing harm to the beloved Lord, turning their beauty into that of an angry demon.

And 1,412 magic was released all at once to me.

One soul summons a swarm of microbes from another world that decomposes and eats everything, one soul summons the fire of hell that burns the soul of sinners, and another summons a soul by contract with a noble-class great devil. He released a blade of red wind that slashed, and another summoned the top spirits of the earth, doubling the gravity on me.

It was too much to harm a single person, but if I were to be the subject, the consequences would be obvious.

Over 1,000 magics that filled up all sides, up, down, left, right, front, back, left, right, front and back, were dealt with only by emitting the raw magic power in all directions before weaving in the form of operatives.

The magic of the ancient god dragon emitted in all directions centering on my soul has the visual form of rainbow-colored light in this terrestrial world, and all the surrounding magic that was devouring my flesh, spirit and soul As soon as I touched it, it was completely destroyed and swallowed, leaving no trace.

For a moment, just over one hundred and forty magics around me were swallowed by rainbow-colored light and disappeared.

"This has come to an end. It should have been enough to destroy mountains and rivers and turn it into scorched earth to the end of the horizon, but it was totally intact."

"Certainly, it was as powerful as the hundred golden bombs you had thrown at Fraupa village, but it was just that much."

"That's a weapon created by gathering the magic of Japan's mage and alchemy, but is it treated to that extent? At this point, there's no laughter.

But that's good too. After all, I feel more responsive to severing the other party's bones and it suits my sex. ''

Blanc's body moved. There's no preparatory action before moving on or any omen.

A golden magic sword flashes in the void. The trajectory of the blade to be drawn is as beautiful as the brush of a heavenly man, and he has a deep pathological sign that can not fit in the sheath without taking his life.

From my shoulder and mouth, to the flank, to the crown, or from slashing to piercing, the golden blade attacks the heart, throat, and abdominal cavity, changing its movements in all directions.

"Oh, it's wonderful.

"HM!"

The magic sword, which cut off my right neck, was approaching my left waist in an impossible orbit on Bran's skeleton. I played it back, but Blanc never discouraged it

"Oh, yes, this !? Next is this."

And laughing like a pure child, the next blow, the next blow.

With every new blow, Blanc has become as powerful as a different person, deepening the sharpness and nuisance of slashing.

Bran's skill as a swordsman climbs to a height without knowing the ceiling, as if the flowers, which were still buds, absorb the clear water and bathe in the sunshine to bloom large flowers.

But I don't have a blade to make Bran climb to the height of a swordsman. I wielded a more powerful dragon claw sword. A long shadow from the blanc follows the path of the dragon claw sword, and falls on the floor with a loud noise.

The identity of the shadow was Blanc's left arm, which had been cut off from the base with a Ryuzume sword.

"Nuu!"

Blanc bites the severe pain of one arm dropping with only a short roar, and immediately rebuilds the collapsed center of gravity due to the loss of one arm.

The loss of one arm doesn't seem to shake my heart, and my left lung is slashed down from below, drawing a lonely moon on the ground at the tip of a grief maria re-grip with one right hand.

Blanc's natural gifts that flourished in the fight against me grew faster and sharper than lightning, with the soul uniting with the 7,000 escorts.

But earlier than that, it was much faster for me to cut the blazing sword from the top of Blanc to the crotch in a single vertical character, as I slashed the moon at night above the sky high above the sky.

At the same time as a line of red lines cut Bran's body vertically, the power of Bran's arm swinging the Grief Maria was lost, and the blade approaching my left lung lost its momentum and drooped.

Blanc wrapped his body with his right arm while holding Grief Maria, trying to prevent the erosion of the vermilion line, which gradually grew thicker.

It is because of the unusual vampire or the obsession with fighting with me that Blanc is instantly ashes and his body is not destroyed.

"Not yet. Already ... One move, another, just swinging ... Also ..."

Not only the body but also the soul will be fatally damaged by the magic of our dragon that was poured with the blow of the dragon claw sword, and all the flesh, spirit and soul will be complaining of the pain of speechlessness In the eyes of Blanc, only the light that wanted this moment of bliss, now and a little more, was shining.

I told Bran that he had returned the long-skilled magic, reduced his fighting power, and surprisingly ended our battle.

Blanc witnessed my dismissal, but still seemed to have swung his head to the left and right, just like a child, to allow the fight to end with strength and tension from the whole body.

"Oh, it's over ... or ..."

"Yes, it's over, Prince of the Vampires. Your immortal life has come to an end. Follow your destiny."

"Yes, it was fun. It was so much fun. It was fun. Oh, oh, but regrettable, regret ...

Blanc reminds me of where this brutal man is, with an innocent and clear smile like an innocent child, that the fight with me was so much more fun and that I couldn't continue and lost to me When he is disappointed, he falls down on his back using only that.

And before the giant body touched the ground, Bran's body became ash, leaving only the glittering costumes and grief marias that were on the ground, and a large amount of ash.

A little later, I once stepped inside the building and found someone. It was Sierra who came here while pulling the path of blood and was finally exhausted.

Apparently, Sierra seemed to have had a heart hit by Blanc, and was on his verge of consciousness and about to die.

When I wondered if I should condemn or help me as it is, I rescued Fatima safely from the tower and the Serinas descended from the tower.

When he left the building again, Fatima was on Selina's back, seemingly awkward to move her finger. Unlike wnels, where wands are an important factor in exercising spells, Serina does not hinder her hands even if both hands are closed, and she considers the difference in physical strength between the two.

From the ashes and clothes, the golden evil sword, and my safety, which had just been bleached, the Serinas realized the end of the battle, and ran to me with a uniform smile. .

"Fatima, I can't say it's safe, but I'm glad I was safe."

Fatima, carried on Selina's back, still has unchanging spring sunshine on a face with a seemingly dense, deadly sign of death that is characteristic of the victim's blood sucked by a vampire. Smile with a soft smile.

"Hey, I'm sorry to trouble you ~"

"Well, are you okay if you're fine enough to make a joke? I missed, but did you exchange hugs with tears with Nell?"

"It was already enthusiastic, I was like this. I was surprised at Nel-chan because my body was cold."

Aside from Fatima's words, Selina looked at the ashes on the ground, then turned her eyes on me and began to stare down from the top of her head to the end of her limbs. Probably, I'm checking if my body is injured.

"It's good. It looks like Dolan is not hurt. Still, I think he is terrible again. Defeating such a scary vampire alone."

"Please think of it as the result of your daily training. Rather than that, Serina and Fatima are here."

"Yes. Fatima-chan, it's moving and I'm holding it tight."

"Hurry. I don't have much time."

And Nel, Selina, and Fatima go down the door, leave the body on the wall, and notice Sierra barely avoiding destruction, and Nel and Selina show caution, and Fatima looks surprised.

"Sierra!"

"Yeah, Fatima. Well ... well ... you got out of the room. You're good to meet your friends ...

"I'm not saying it's my heart that stuck to her. It's Blanc because of the signs left in the wound?"

With a small movement barely visible, Sierra moves his neck vertically, moving his bloody lips. The sigh spilling out of it is unlikely to even shake the candle fire.

"Yes, I ... I was serving him all the time ... Huh, I always wanted to get revenge and wanted to.

Sorry, uh, uh ... until now ... I didn't have the opportunity, but Queen Domina and you came here, and the opportunity finally came.

I failed a bit, so I went back to struggle. But you've made him ash, so it's good. Now we can go to everyone. ''

"No, Sierra, don't say that. I may still be able to help. You see, Sierra is a vampire, so if I drink my blood, my wounds may heal immediately."

"I don't want to forgive me, but ... I just wanted to ... give me the punishment worthy of my sins ... so I want to perish."

"No, that's not it. I can't say I want to be destroyed from myself ..."

Fatima, desperately denied the desire to destroy Sierra, crying without shame or hearing. Sierra's tears flowed through her eyes, and she turned to Fatima with a compassionate gaze.

Sierra wants to perish, Fatima and Rita want the life of Sierra. Before the two conflicting wishes, I uttered my usual habits heavier than usual.

"Hm. Fatima."

"?"

"If you really want to help this woman-"

And I offered Fatima a crucial decision.