Sayonara Ryuusei Konnichiwa Jinsei

Galillius still remembers it.

During the days of the Great Demon World, the days of fighting with other evil gods and heavenly gods as a warrior serving the samurai war god. Uplifting, fear, rejoicing, pain.

All of that was an indifferent memory of him becoming part of the flesh, and untrained.

I do not regret having gone to the earth with them, following some of the kins weary from the days of war.

If you go back and make the same decision, you will still be on the ground. As long as Galilius has irreplaceable comrades and young people who want to see the future.

So there is no regret. With no regrets, Galillius has repeatedly asked herself to tell her many times. Still, there are some things that you must admit.

He says he has no pride in the former battlefield.

"It might be feminine to expect that you might be able to shake off that challenge."

As a person who knows the war of the gods, the old goblin is awed by everyone belonging to Mundus Khanus, and in front of his eyes, he has ridiculed his ridiculous laughter that has never been shown to anyone. He turned his gaze and consciousness on a man in a standing silver body and armor. No, I have to say I was sucked.

A man in armor confronting Gallius-Gwandan praised Gallius, who stood like a guardian statue in front of the door of the room where Asteria and Amria were, and came under the eyes of security knights and wizards so far. Was given.

"I've come this far. If your abilities are as I know, nothing is wrong, but coming here quietly was a bit surprising."

In spite of the fact that Garrius and his colleagues couldn't hide their sights, there would be an option to hit them from the front in a dignified way.

Galillius's hands are clad in golden short spears of dense divinity and magic, and the five are protected by light-blue armor covered with blood vessels. Neither the short spear on the left, nor the broad dagger on the right and left waist shows the sway that he uses today.

"If the assassins make a fuss, it's going to be the end of the day. So it's natural to act with silence so as not to make noise. That's why be careful not to make noise even when stepping on snow or stepping on dead branches."

"Well, despite the aim of assassinating the princess, it doesn't feel like your consciousness is being directed at the people in the room.

Not only Galillius, who easily sneaked into the Lathromar ship and reached Asteria's living room, was with his deputy or equivalent goblins, who seemed to be powerful figures.

With the exception of its gray skin and slightly pointed ears, a goblin that looks just like a woman in her late twenties has a chance to flash a dart in her hands during the conversation between them. I was asking, but I couldn't find a chance in Gwandan and my boss seemed to be having some fun.

"Well, in any case, we're going to let you go from here, and not to return them intact. Here we don't know what damage will be done to the ship , Above all, it's cramped. Was your name ... Galilius? "

"Oh, you?"

"Hmm, let's remember it as Gwandan. Then Gallius, here's one, will you go to the game under the sky? My companions who are late for you are just welcomed by my colleagues It ’s about time. I ’ll welcome you all together. ”

"It's like a bunch of self-confidence. But, um, it looks like you're far more correct than the Romar contractors. Zandarza chose a guardian, but I'm convinced I was right. Gwandan is coming! "

"A guardian is a contractor. The word you care about, but what it means in such a case is largely determined and it doesn't matter who you are. However, not only here but also the Prince of Rhinos Art `` If you're a little bit out of the way, your drinking will go down a bit. ''

"I told you something extra, but I seem to be floating. Grilim, I have to fight this Dragonian. I'll leave this place to you."

Grilim was not upset by the boss's sudden change of route.

Originally, the operation aimed at assassination of the princess itself was unnatural to think of from the temperament of Gallius, and the immediate intimidation of the Dragonian in front of me immediately turned her interest into here. Even if you think about it, you are convinced.

And if Gallius were to take on Gwandan, there would be no troublesome escort. There may be escorts in the cabin, but it will take some time for other guards on board to rush.

For the time being, the assassination of the princess could also be fulfilled, which is no longer a favorite.

"I understand. The man, good fight."

After hearing the well-know Grilim's voice, Gallius begins to move in a direction that turns his heels back and out of the ship.

What I thought, Gwandan continued to Galileus without changing her complexion, and easily came out of the door.

Griffim suspected that there was some trap left on the door or that there was a trap on the floor where he stood, and he carefully observed, but the seeding came from Galilius, who was disappearing across the passage. Was done.

"Oh, and Grilim, watch out for your shadow."

Immediately after Gwandan whispered unfortunately to the discovery of Gallius, a slimy and flashing silver glowed out of the shadow of Grilim and extended to her lower abdomen.

Grilim catches it with a dirt hidden in the palm of his hand, jumps backwards from the spot, and pulls off the feat of sticking to the wall of the hallway with his toes.

The gaze of the yellow ball goes to the floor where he stood before-nothing! Then, if you look again at your own shadow, the hand holding the sword, which is the identity of the silver flash above, may have jumped out of the shadow.

"A sort of shadow stalker?"

When did you sneak into your shadow? Either way, it's a shame for Grilim.

In order to cut off the hand holding the sword, pull out your favorite meat cleaver weapon from the void with your left hand.

If Grilim strikes the weapon, which he calls the Wusutikiri, even if it is a giant mass of mithril or adamantite, it will be scattered as if by scattering sand. The hand holding the sword tries to withdraw in a hurry, but the thicker blade cuts the arm faster than it does, as to how he perceived the blow of a sword that was used for crushing rather than cutting.

-One arm, first caught!

Grilim's thoughts, calmly determined, were interrupted by the voices of the shadows that had changed shape. Until then, the shadow that should have been in the same shape as Grilim is different from the shadow of a fox with an isosceles triangle ear!

Higashihana "The art of fire-fighting"

At the same time as the pulsation of bio-energy "ki", which is different from the magical power, was emitted from the shadow of the Fox, a red flame spreading like cluster amaryllis spread in Grilim's view.

Forcibly change the trajectory of the warrior and hit it with a wrapping flame. The combination of the magical power that dwells in the military and the power of Gririm, the cluster amaryllis of fire are crushed and turned into countless sparks.

Grilim kicks off the wall in a spark of sparkling red light. Looking back at my own shadow, I couldn't see any sign from the shadow that returned to its original shape.

Instead--

"Hiee, I'm just about to cut my arms a little later."

"I can't avoid the surprise attack of the shadow-diving and shadow-diving techniques.

There is Yachiyo, who rubs his right arm, which is about to be cut off while leaking a sad voice, and Fuka, who holds his sword and shuriken without hesitation.

In this situation, human illusions are maintained, but the armor for the Romar Empire's knights has been partially removed to make it more mobile.

"Um, I know you needless to say to Ohu. When I crossed from Gwandan's shadow to that shadow, I was convinced that this was a surprise attack, but I'm sorry that it led me to pride?"

"Rather than that Grilim, the goblins who don't seem to be goblins are really good."

Ahead of Yachiyo's delicate exchanges, Grilim once again realizes that assassination of the princess is not easy, and laughs happily.

Even though Yachiyo and Fuka were retrained by Gwandan, they couldn't compete on their own, but Gririm decided that there would be a win if two-to-one in this enclosed space.

I thought it would be a boring task just to kill a princess who had no fighting power, but what a happy miscalculation that there was a fight with an opponent who might lose!

"Ah, ah, that kind of smiley smile is troublesome, huh. Because we fight while having fun, the market price is fixed."

"I'm sorry, figure eight. It can't be helped. I'll do my best to concentrate on my time and not die."

That's good, and they decided to do so quickly. Although their abilities have risen greatly, that doesn't mean that the battle of death is fun.

The first thing is life. There is determination and determination to bet on life for Amria, but she has never been able to protect Amria without betting.

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As if a good friend had reunited after a long absence and had made an appointment, Gwandan and Gallius continued to walk through the ship's aisle, with no shards or shards.

The fact that a small number of goblins are already approaching La Slomar and entering a state of engagement has been reported on the ship's broadcast, and security soldiers and knights rush around the aisle, and what time is Ras Romal in the worst case But we are preparing to take off.

The only thing Gallius and Gwandan can not blame is the effect of Gallius's ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

Shortly afterwards, they reached the deck of Lathromar. The goblins, linettes, and Kirlinne, who have attempted to invade from the deck, have begun fighting, and the knights of the Romal Empire have been watching over the long winding to avoid being caught in the aftermath.

Without being able to hurt Lathromar, Lynette and Kirlinne did not use firearms, and wandered with elite squadrons of the goblin, each with a giant mace and great sword, each of which was good at it.

Around the two armed figures, like a steel angel, ordinary goblins separated from each other form a loop with dozens and twenty layers, and the blades are exchanged at a speed that can not be seen even by ordinary people. ing.

It is no wonder that the knights and soldiers of the Romar empire cannot intervene.

The speed of the linnets and goblins sprinting endlessly across the deck, or flying, has reached the territory of the spirits of the wind, and the blows of their waving blades can be fatal even for large monsters Has no terrible killing power.

Even if they step into a tornado-like combat zone that suddenly occurs on a limited area on the ship's deck, they can only eat the collateral and die.

The exception was that they stood on deck and opened their mouths from Gwandan.

"Hmm, your subordinates are a lot of training. No army that routinely goes through mental training to sharpen their souls, as well as the severity of daily training."

"Then, what should those daughters, who are playing around with their wrestling with just two people, appreciate, have a different coat of color from those of Romar, and that equipment is made up of the lost technology of the heavenly people? What do you think you are? "

"Well, 'Isn't it okay if the Romar empire could handle the lost technology of the heavens?'"

"That's true, but they are of different ages than the technology inherited by the Romar Empire. The technology that matches it belongs to the guardian. It is different from the contractor's sole on the side of Princess Asteria."

Again, the words "guardian" and "contractor" came up.

Haulsen, rumored to be the true ruler of the Empire since the time of the first emperor, Xanad, an assassin who had extraordinary human combat abilities, and Aslam, a fighter.

The first Emperor Romar, who suddenly emerged and gave in to various races and different races, ruled, and built the Romal Empire.

These words go around the mind of Gwandan and compare them with his experience and knowledge as an ancient dragon, and the answer comes naturally.

"The price of living heritage and its terminals, the price of the contract is the modification of the body or the benefit of technology, the content is said to be subordinate to the contractor, but it is rare for the guardian and the contractor to have different camps "

Gwandan must be surprised that the speculation about the Romar Empire, which has led to the advocacy of the Romal supremacy, comes from the Demon King's leaders with much more confidence.

Regardless of what Gwandan's words were or wasn't there, Gallius stepped into the battlefield of the Lignettes, regardless of where he was, without defense as if he had never noticed that it was a dangerous zone. Step on.

It was a flash of dazzling gold. No one has seen the golden crescent carved in the air as a painting of a golden spear on the right of Gallius.

Then, with the sound of the collision between the metal and metal, the lignette and Kirlinne are blown off under Gwandan.

Mace and the Great Sword, who struck knees on the left and right of Gwandan, were cracked, demonstrating how powerful the Galilean flash was.

"I'm sorry. Gwandan showed me a sad face."

"I'm sorry ..."

Gwandan spoke in an unusually calm voice to Lynette, who couldn't hide his regrets, and Kirlinne, who whispered like a mosquito. It may be more painful for them, but there is no option to blame them for Gwandan.

"No, this time, the opponent is bad. With the voluntary restrictions of the best equipment of the two, they still do not hurt this ship and do not expose their hands as much as possible to the members of the empire. I can't stop returning. ''

Galillius stopped in the middle of the deck and told the surrounding goblins two or three words, and they headed for the support of their allies fighting under Lath Romar.

Already their purpose has changed from the ostensible assassination of a princess to the very personal one of Gallius fighting Gwandan. Galileus was in a position to allow it, and the entire Demon King had such a disposition.

And it's because Galilius decided that Gwandan might have left the princess's escort only to the two who were hiding in the shadows.

In fact, if Grilim and other goblins hunt down the Yachiyos, or step into the room with Asteria and Amria, additional Dragonians will appear from nowhere.

"Can both of them still work?"

"Mobile armor availability is 70% and there is no hindrance to continuing combat action."

"I'm fine too! Rine ... No, I can fight with my sister!"

Both of them replace the damaged mace and great sword with a long hammer and great axe, and swing their arms to claim that they can fight, and to Gwandan.

What he possesses and what he wears is no less, but the gestures of a young child were enough to invite Gwandan to smile.

"It's okay if that's the case. Then hurry and join him and fight off the goblins. I'm not going to do that unless I'm the one of the leaders."

"Okay. Once we join, we'll work on eliminating the enemy forces ... I don't need to pray, but please luck!"

"I'm sorry that I couldn't see it directly, but I'll do my best not to be bad!"

Green light particles are emitted from the flying wings that extend from their backs, and their reaction causes them to fly in the sky like a pretty windy fairy, following the goblins ahead of them.

The sound around Lathromar is similar to the sound of a high-pitched bird that is different from gunpowder gunshots. This sound is unique to the light rifle shot by Gundeus. Soon it will add a roar of banging mass.

"I wondered if they would disturb the two who followed their subordinates, but I guess it was because they trusted them."

Gwandan, wearing the armor helmet of the Romar Empire, holds a pole ax from the void. The weapons that Gwandan has created with its own body and magical powers are as good as the relics forged by the god of forge.

"I've been particularly focused on the stakes. I've told her to prioritize survival, so I don't have to say anything, and will you be in the way of I, who will interrupt them? Even if it remains, it will change. "

"Well, a good opponent is troublesome."

"I say things I can't do"

Galillius laughs happily and spins the golden dart once more. It's not just glittering. It's not just majestic. It's not just a life-threatening weapon. A beautiful, terrifying, even sacred weapon that combines all of that.

"Is it a good weapon. Is it from Makai? I saw it as a reward from the war god."

Gallius responds shyly like a child showing off her toy.

"The inscription is Ganaghia. When I was still in the Great Demon World, I gave it to me as a spear as a war service. I can't be guarded by looking at the long handle ax. ''

"Superimposition, superimposition. I am a little confident in myself, given that the owner of the sacred treasure is different from the sacred treasure given by the prayers of believers."

Gwandan laughs in the back of the helmet with a good feeling. Waiting for it to settle down, Galillius looks around the Knights of the Romar Empire, who are drinking hard around.

"Now, we don't need an extra audience.

When Gallius gently shakes the tip of the golden short spear Ganaghia, the faint light resembling the light of the moon flickers, and the knights and soldiers bathed in it fall one after another.

He converted the power of God contained in Ganaghia itself into light and emitted it. Even those who have been solidified with equipment that increases their resistance to anomalies and magic, cannot withstand the light of direct crushing of their soul, resulting in a flutter on the spot.

"It would be something like this on stage"

"HM"

Gwandan's words to answer were his usual habits. Gallius had no need to endure any more, and he was prepared to feel like a child who couldn't control his exaltation.

Even the Demon King's army is seriously prepared to show only a few strong people, including Yahharm. Gwandan, on the other hand, is not poised. Always the natural body of the street. There is no tension and no strength. I can afford to be reflected in the arrogance of overwhelming strong people

Galileus rejoiced upon seeing Sole. no doubt. The intuition as a kin of the war god told me that this was in front of me.

Galillius stepped on the deck. Gwandan's feet also step on the thick deck, albeit wooden, while both feet explode. The power of the stepping was so strong that the deck could not withstand and exploded.

"Wow!"

A sharp voice, just like the tip of a spear, emanating from Gallius's throat. Prior to that voice, that is, a golden light blade, which resembles a thunder earlier than the sound, becomes a wave hitting the rock wall and attacks Gwandan.

It is a simple fire of Gallius's extreme thrust, which can be thousands of seconds. Gwandan strikes at Paul Ax and takes over the feat of reversing, all in a miraculous series of fires incredible to have just released.

Gwandan's insaneness, with thousands of superhuman warriors handling the same barrage of thrusting spears all at once, is probably his own. It's more of a pure physical ability than a skill.

"Nun!"

The left hand of Gwandan, who was operating a pole ax with one right hand, moved. The old dragon, recognizing all the piercings that came out of the sight as if the golden wall had risen, forcibly screwed his left-handed blow into a continuous fire.

In a striking blow, each sub-dragon is in desperate struggle, and Gwandan's left hand holds his fist firmly and growls at the face of Gallius.

How scary is the sole. Galillius understood without thinking. The piercing of Gwandan was immediately rounded up and Ganaghiya had to choose the option to catch it.

It was absolutely right. The tremendous impact of the attack on Gallius through Ganaghia reminded me of a striking battle hammer once hit by the Great Demon World-another from Ardes.

Is it possible that the existence on the ground gives a blow reminiscent of a war god? Such a question arises like a bubble in the sea of Galillius' thoughts and disappears immediately.

The force of the whole body is stepped on, and the power transmitted from Ganaghia is rotated and washed away, and the turned head is protruded aiming at Gwandan's neck.

At the tip of Ganaghiah, Gwandan tilted his head to the right, only licking his left neck slightly, and the armor protecting his neck shattered with dust.

Gwandan's right hand moves in tandem with the god's speed. Paul Ax cuts a silver half moon in space and approaches Gallius' left hip.

Galillius is cut off from his waist and laughs violently while clearly envisioning himself squirting his internal organs and blood.

This is it. I wanted this.

I have never regretted following the path of those who left the lord of the war gods and went to the ground.

Oh, but I can't help but think. A battlefield where the power of the heights that can never be reached in the terrestrial world has been lavished and tasted. I do not know that the battle of Jindai, the rock, the heat fade into the soul of Gallius.

Somewhere in the helmet in front of me, Yahharm reminds me of Sagra Bath, but someone in the helmet in front of me feels sharper, more intense, and more painful to cry.

How wonderful. A sense of tension, fear, excitement, delight, and emotions that cannot be fully described in words, as if the soul was shaved, and spread to each cell.

How happy it would have been to remain in the Great Demon World, fight, fight, and keep fighting on the battlefield of the gods and scatter this life and soul one day.

"Ah ah!"

It's a way of life, but it's absolutely different to die abruptly. What a stupid thing to do, even though you haven't exhausted your power, you still can do something, but you die with a dream. Such a thing-

"Kshit!"

Gallius's left hand pulls out the other hand and catches Paul Ax's blade. The blade that broke without a moment was the forked road itself that protected Gallius's life.

Gallius's body jumps backwards, shortly before being cut off, and descends to Lathromar's bow.

The dagger thrown during the leap was grabbed by Gwandan's left hand and crushed as it was, and countless debris hit the deck and the deck.

"I was going to decide, but ..."

Gwandan, leaning down on honest impressions, bowed down and ran. Only Galillius perceives the speed as if it had changed from light.

"That!"

Gwandan is full of gaps against its overwhelming combat capabilities. However, this is not a chance to know the battle. It was because there was no problem even if it was full of gaps. As far as Gwandan is concerned, “full of gaps” and “no gaps” have the same meaning.

In his case, the equation is the same, no matter where you attack, because it is full of gaps. What a ridiculous story! To the ridiculously strong enemy, Gallius was deeply moved from the bottom of his soul.

"O my God, I get an enemy that I can never get!"

Going back to the life of Gallius, a blow that can be praised as the best and self-portrait stretches through the space to Gwandan.

In the case of Doramina and Ryuyoshi, the blow that makes the skin bubble in dread is caught by the pole axe blade that is held vertically. But anyone who knows Gwandan will praise Gallius. Because his blow stopped Gwandan's feet!

There was a stagnation that forgot to flow. The penetrated tip of Ganaghia and the blade of Paul Ax that catch it are immovable as if fixed in place.

What happens next? How does Gwandan get hurt? How do Galilius fly? The wind does not blow. Time does not flow. It's too scary to trigger them to move.

So the person who drives them must be fearlessly afraid, and unable to read the atmosphere of the place so lamentably.

One might say that he had intervened here by throwing eight black-purple daggers that had been solidified into Gallius.

Pulling back Ganaghia, Galillius keeps a sharpened concentration and avoids the dagger. Daggers pierce one after another at the edge of the deck that his foot stomped on.

Gwandan does not pursue Gallius, but looks back behind him with his pole ax gently lowered. She was on the bridge. Let the long skirt and white brim lace on the head flutter slightly in the wind reminiscent of blowing.

"Eliminate the obstacles of the master. This is exactly the servant's path.

Thanatos, the great god who controls death. The maid was there.

"... what are you doing, are you?"

What this was the first voice of Gwandan must have been very reluctant to Tanatos.