Sayonara Ryuusei Konnichiwa Jinsei

Immediately after Demon King Yaharm and Demon Six Generals began engaging with the assault squad, led by Doran, other high-ranking demons of the Demon King's army and powerful warriors rushed from the mobile fortress that had become the battlefield instead of assisting them. I was at a distance.

Before Merle's extraordinary maximum magical quadruple fired from a distance above the sky was released, it was determined that personnel other than Demon Six Generals could not be helped at the direction of Yaham who sensed the situation with mysterious power, Under the guise of preparing for offensives from the Arkrest Kingdom and the Romar Empire, he had been firmly ordered to leave.

Some complained that using magic to enhance physical abilities even without the ability to fight directly or using remote recovery magic would help, but this was also a disturbing magic that Merle spread over the surrounding land at the same time as the attack There is no point in being neutralized by.

Now that Bastrel has died, he has demonstrated his ability under the obstruction magic of Merle, who is in the battle of the best wizard of the human race.

It didn't take much time for the Demon King soldiers to leave the battlefield, except for the crew of the mobile fortress.

As the land battleships also kept their distance, Merle abandoned her chanting against the enormous Quince and fired the magic one after another, spoiling even the spare time to use her name. If you become a high-ranking wizard, you can cast magic just by spelling the magic name in your heart, but it is rare among human species that the magical ability that can handle the rate of fire in seconds with a margin like Merle.

A fire like a large serpent, a water like a whale migrating in the ocean, a wind like an eagle flying in the sky, a soil like a lion dashing through the earth, a thunder like a dragon breaking through the dark clouds, followed by a blue quince It is attacking the giant.

At the heart of the enormous destruction that destroys millions of troops into atoms, the Quince giant has collapsed everywhere, but still "has no harm to itself."

"Drupseisei!"

A spear of black light is emitted from the tip of Nichitoheito grasped by Merle with a strange cry, and pierces the center of Quince's eyes.

A spear, a collection of microbes that decompose and prey on all organic matter, quickly spreads over the entire face of Quince, and disappears due to the pure magic shock wave emitted by Quince after predating about half of it.

(After all, it's not just a huge one, but it's a collection of countless alter egos!)

Seeing part of the crumbled Quinse, Merle discovered the identity of the Quinse giant. The core Quince of its original size creates countless alter egos of different sizes, collecting them to make them appear to be huge.

That's why no matter how many legs you get, or if you blow your abdomen, you can't give a bit of itching unless you reach the core Quinse.

Then it was Merle who thought that the whole giant would be blown off or destroyed, but it was Zandalza who cleverly obstructed it.

Despite Merle's belief that the scope would be narrowed, Zandarza, a warrior, has been in harmony with Quince and has kept Merle's heart cool since the start of the battle.

Crush ring "!"

A ruby-like red ring worn on the lower left wrist of Zandalza is aimed at Merle and launched at supersonic speed. The reason I wrote the name of the ring is that it has the effect of forcibly attracting the consciousness of the enemy who heard it.

This effect is not suitable for surprises, but it is useful for fighting with a crushing ring as a decoy or for fighting in cooperation with others.

Although Merle's self-defense magic has alleviated herself to some extent, her glance is still instantly attracted to the rotating red ring.

"Mimitty!"

At the moment, Meruru's eyes radiate a radiance reminiscent of the sun, and the breaking ring is attacked by flashes and shocks, is greatly flipped and falls to the ground, piercing a huge large hole.

The magical technique of passing the enormous magical power of Merle through the optic nerve and the magical power amplified with the lens of the eyeball as a catalyst turned into a ray of light and blew off the breaking ring in Merle's line of sight.

"Hey! Is it a weapon with just one glance? It's like an improvised evil eye."

When a jade-colored bowstring held on the upper right arm of Laughing Zandarza is pulled and released alone, thousands of jade light arrows are released and flood at Meruru at the speed of light.

In response to the arrows that extract and change the magic of Zandalza, Merle explodes eight of the defense barriers that he always wears, destroys one-third, and uses two-thirds for Nichtheid. Shake and entangle with the mesh-like lightning that is generated, and break into a break.

(Rebirth ... oh, it's a thread, another thread. Seen thread and invisible ... thread!)

Merul's flight in the air stops suddenly. Around her, countless threads illuminated by the moonlight are laid out like a prison, and in addition, threads that cannot be seen even with Merle's magical sight are mixed.

The invisible thread is moving around freely, asking Merle's surprise to jump around his neck or get involved in nerves. Quinse seems to be using it as a discarding piece for the visible thread, and does not mind even cutting it into pieces, leaving Merle to hit the barrier.

(Every time this thread breaks, it pops and absorbs my magic!)

Rather, they actively break the thread. Although the amount of magic that Merle possesses and the amount of magic it produces are insignificant, the feeling that the thread breaks and absorbs the magic power reverses Merle's nerves and disturbs concentration. This person is depressing for Meruru.

Merle is believed to prefer fighting by his allies due to the battle with the Demon Army, but in fact Merle does not like fighting.

What she likes ... or wants to do is to make every effort. And Merle's full release was just an exercise of the magic involved in battle.

He faces a life-threatening battle he does not like, he is aware of his allies in terms of his full power, and Merle has several shackles. Instead, Merle had a strong sense of responsibility as a wizard who was given the title of Arkwich.

In the recent battle, he continued to fight with his heart raised, but now he is able to fight with some of his thoughts and spirit remaining firmly calm due to being defeated by Doran and others. You can say that the book is just right.

"That's right!"

Merle generated a super-gravitational sphere more than three thousand times around himself, stopping the movements of Zandarza and Quince, and stared at the strong opponents with a burning fighting spirit and cold calculation light in their eyes.

*

"How beautiful is the red blood that rips through your throat?"

“Is it a hobby?

Between Vengitta and Christina, which remain on the deck of the mobile fortress, the swords and beloved Elspada with pure mythril blades, used by sacred artisans at a speed of tens, or even hundreds, per second. It has been shaken.

Each time the blades collide, countless sparks of silver scatter, and the sight of them as if countless silver flowers had emerged and continued to disappear.

The oldest movement of the body, Vengitta, was so quick, clever, and more graceful that the creator's divine power and subsequent refinements made Christina sometimes lost sight.

Christina doesn't know what the purpose of the doll was, but Christina may have danced on stage to convey beauty to people and convey culture. Seeing Vengitta dancing, I didn't think so.

Although the scale of destruction is inferior to Meruru and Zandalza, both strikes reach the sub-gods territory, and it is a strike that can not be prevented with mere hardness.

No alloys or force field walls make sense in front of their blades. In order to prevent their blows, they cannot be prevented unless they reach the same or higher dimension.

Vengitta rotated in front of Christina. The pin and stretched axle feet, the fingertips of the left arm lying down in front of the chest, and even the hair that swayed as it turned, were all art that was perfectly calculated.

Not magic. Not a curse. Not a miracle of the gods. It was "beauty" created by the dance technique that Bengitta engraved in his body. Oh, Christina's heart trembles how beautiful it is.

Elsparda's blade still flung the chisel blade, which protruded under Christina's chin, who had fallen into love. Even if the mind loosens, the body does not loosen. It was Christina's unconscious reaction with extraordinary and insane combat experience.

Vengitta, pulling back the flipped chisel and holding a bit of a cat's back, sighed, sighing, hundreds of thousands of exclamations, with Christina regaining her consciousness and staring at her.

In terms of simple beauty, the vampire queen was no better than it, but Vengitta felt that Christina would prevail in the glow of life and potential.

Even if the beauty of appearance is enough to declare the meaning of the birth of this world, how can the artistic product of Vengitta be overlooked if the soul emits a rare glow?

"I look at each and every one of your hair, every single muscle, every nerve, and understand, connect, cure, oh! I know every single thing of you I want to do my best to reach the higher level of beauty that I seek. "

Needless to say, Virgitta was genuinely serious, and Christina's back was scared.

A side-blowing blow that divides Ecstatic Vengitta's face up and down from his nose, leaps slightly behind Bengitta, crouching down, and drowns out of Christina's shadow. The chisel catches at a position just above the face.

Even Vengitta's chisel is the only limit it can accept if it is against a Dornado note that has the factor of killing the old dragon. There is too much difference between the amount of power and the spirit.

Vengitta, aware of the limits of his favorite chisel, gives up immediately and gently flies backwards as if pulled by an invisible puppet string.

The moment when both Christina and Dorado Note try to squeeze out a pursuit, the original magic of a Traurou, which had been held down by Dorado Note until just before, attacks.

"A scary scary fire is coming. Both here and here are reddish red. There will be no bone left. ""

"Kristina just keeps going."

Although his husband did not respond, he felt over his back to follow Vengitta in his own words, and Doradnaut smiled and shook himself across the tsunami of red flames approaching himself.

The tsunami of fire, which burns out the creatures without leaving any bones as Traulu has said in his mouth, is sucked into the blade of Dorado Note one after another like a lie, and disappears without a trace while watching.

"It's quite calm, but not enough to burn my internal space."

Doradnaut has been given the ability to collect its blood flesh when defeating a dragon, but if you try to collect even a single cell of that old dragon, the storage space will be tremendously robust. It's not hard to imagine.

Doradnaut sees the trawl as he restores his gut spilling from his belly while listening to the sword prosperity reaching from behind and the light footsteps on the deck. The clubs resembling obsidian have cracks, and the old trolls, which have high regenerative abilities, have been scratched everywhere on the body where regeneration does not start.

"What a hell, what a hell. You're too heavy and too strong to kill a dragon. How high can a dragon give you that much? And what kind of civilization can make a weapon to defeat such a dragon? In addition, you don't have to be a sign of God. "

While changing the complexion wrapped in rock-like skin to the color of a dead man, Dorado Note replied with a small demon-like smile to the bitterness that the trowl could not bear.

"It's a secret"

"It's a poor lottery, but is it better than Masfellow to play?"

The Masfellow is a false dragon, but has the common attribute of a dragon, so it has the same attribute as the dragon, the sword that was used to kill the old god, and Christina, who descended from the hero Semto and succeeded to the slayer of the old god. Is the next opponent of Masfallow after Doran.

That's not to say that the rest of the world can't be a friendly partner ...

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And the Masfellow, who was fighting the worst mate, was to move his back wings constantly, constantly changing positions, and firing the venom, compressed to the size of a bullet, onto the Doramina.

Already, both Dramina and Gallius have left the deck and are engaged in fast-paced aerial combat. As with all high-ranking dragons, you can choose who the Masfellow will harm with the disease. For this reason, Galilius is boldly challenging close to Doramina without worrying about accidental fire.

The ground and trees hit by the Masfellow's poison bullets rot in sight, losing shape and rotting into purple mucus. Drumina glances at the rain of the bullets that the Masfellow picks up overhead,

"Hmm, as expected, the upper Ryu king class. If I get hit without a sacred treasure, my regeneration ability is severe."

It means that there is no problem now if you protect yourself with sacred treasures. The growth glare, grasped with one left hand, protrudes from the front toward Ganaghia, where Gallius has penetrated.

Both are sacred objects made of the hands of God, but the vampire six sacred objects, such as growth glia, are several steps higher. Even though there was no impact on the user without breaking, Gallius was attacked by horrible things.

Galilius aims at Doramina's face with the retracted ganagia, scattered with armor protection and physics with the shock of trying to shatter the bones by stirring the internal organs. That's the only place where the skin of Doramina, which protects herself with full body armor and forehead, exposes her skin.

An attack from the top of the armor will give some pain, but it will be in the category of recovering in a blink of an eye with the vampire's regenerative ability, and it is judged that it is not an opponent who will not be able to hit repeatedly enough to recover It is.

"Being a woman with no mercy"

One of the Valkyrios, which turned Ganaghia into seven daggers, was captured, and the remaining six attacked Galillius from all directions.

Galilius pulls back Ganaghia lightly, and strikes one back with a sword, and repels the dagger from the left and overhead with his free left hand.

The other two, Masfellow, who had determined they couldn't be shot down with toxic bullets, replayed directly with a dragon's arm wearing enormous magic. Nevertheless, Masfellow's scales are crackled through the protection of magic, and blood is spilled, albeit slightly.

"What a deity's weapon. That's why Galillius rejoices!"

Masfellow's arms, standing down behind Gallius, are shaken, and three large, purple-black lumps of poison are released from the wide open mouth.

Drumina glances at the clumps of poison that evades Galilius, changes the flipped Valkyrios into a hot white fireball, or swirls around himself and incinerates the clumps of poison to invalidate it I do.

The skin of Gallius and Masfellow is roasted by the high heat generated up close. All that is needed is their high tolerance. Any demons or dragons below them would have died immediately.

Jet-black ears pop out of the swirling flame. It is a growth glory that boasts the strongest of the six deities in terms of destructive power.

There's still something I can think of as a dramina for a spear that my enemies once loved, but it is by far the most useful weapon. And sin is not in weapons, but in the user.

Galillius learns that he cannot accept it properly and hits the head of Ganaghia so as to entangle the growth glia, and invisible battles are held to control each other's spear movement.

"Gwandan is still the supreme enemy, but it is a blessing of a rare enemy. I'm grateful to my demon king and I'm grateful to those in Bern!"

At the end of the dozens of battles, the whirlpools of white flames cleared, and the stalks of Grossglia and Ganaghia were separated to play. Gallius smiles happily, while Dramina looks cold.

"You are determined to be our martial arts, but the damage caused by this battle is worried for my lord and for the beloved. Now I am willing to divide and defend you, It's nothing frustrating. ''

The development and pioneering plans for Baron Berne, who had to stop once after fighting the Demon Army.

They worked hard to prevent the Baron soldiers and the dragons of the Mores Mountains from being damaged, but the other soldiers were. Christina and Selina are inseparably devastated.

In addition, his time as a lover with Doran has been greatly reduced. From the point of view of the Domina, the Demon King's invasion is overwhelmingly more damaged than gained. With Garillius and Masfellow, Doramina was slowly unleashing her secret passion.

*

"Keeeeeee!"

The spirit of the fissure emanating from the throat of Yaharm had a panic effect that exceeded the roar of the high-order monster by several steps, and an effect on the nervous system of the body. If you reach the level of him, you will have the power to match your gaze and voice, as well as high magic.

Doran relentlessly bounced off the mountain, creating a crack with no visible bottom. If Jaharm's blow is the power to break the ground, Doran is the power to tear the sky.

If so much of a slash was constantly being fired between the two continually, and not far from the mobile fortress, it would encroach on a nearby land battleship and cut deep into the tracks of destruction. Would.

"Crimson Ray!"

Sewing the gap between the slashes, Jaharm responded brilliantly to a blow from nearby with a red heat ray emitted from Doran's left hand, and received it on the belly of Galandine raised in front of him.

Klimmuzon Rey, who was deviated from the orbit like a light shining on a mirror with a divine sword, drew a bright line of red lines in the night sky and evaporated through the approaching clouds.

Yarham's right-handed blow with the impact of Crimson Rey hits Doran's right waist, and at the same time Ryuzume's sword stops it, the left hand with Doran's five fingers open opens to Yarham's head. extend.

Yarham correctly understood the threat, saying that if it was grabbed, it would be over if it was touched.

At the same time as releasing his right hand from Galandine, he pulls his right body with full power, concentrates his magic on the god sword, and explodes only in one direction to Doran's side. For a time, light that dispels the darkness of the night occurs, and Doran's figure is swallowed in it.

"Isn't it blinder?"

Garlandine's owner, Jahrham, has no unobstructed view due to the flash, and the intact Doran is clearly visible. Galandine, with his left hand, was pulled away from the Ryutsume sword, and both sides unintentionally held on the right and left like a mirror.

Yahram's magic power is maximized from the start of the battle, and in response, the Gallandine's blades glow like burning, amplifying Yahram's magic while creating a force field that prevents intrusions around it.

Doran does not change. Pour the power of the old god Ryu into the common long sword without moving the eyebrows.

It's an unreasonable task to turn a dull sword or a tree branch into the strongest weapon by itself, but Yaham doesn't know that. I don't know, but cells throughout the body shouted fear and delight at the same time.

Zango: "All of my blades are here!"

Galandine's blades, which were swung down from the right-handed stance, increased at the same time, enclosing Doran. Rather than simply increasing the number of slashes, it embodies the possibility of slashing that Yaharm could have fired from the right-handed stance, and was a feat that simultaneously fired together with the original shot that Yaharm himself fired.

Ahead of the miraculous phenomenon of embodying the possibility of not choosing, Doran's response remains unchanged. Ignoring all of the twelve slashes, including her favorite, she simply falls down on her right-handed blow.

The twelve simultaneous slashes fired by a breach named Zango attacked Doran's left and right neck, shoulder and mouth, belly, and head, but emerged dimly on the surface of his body Everything is caught by the white dragon scales.

In addition, Jerham opened his eyes, as Doran's right-handed blow slashed his armor, slicing deeply from the left shoulder to the abdomen.

And somewhere far away from this battlefield someone said. These words were spoken of by someone who had watched the battle between the Demon King and the Arkrest Romar Allies.

"Now, the holy war has begun."