Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

A man with a long sword on his shoulder laughs at him.

"You're fast, no curse. Quite a delightful arm. Did you defeat the Four Felonies with that demonic arm?

Silently, I enter the battle position.

The members behind it pulled out their swords and issued the decree.

"Hey, okay! We're going to Lord Sagara, too.

I took control of the crew behind the rush.

"Sagara, my lord?

"Excuse me. It may seem like a busy story... but you guys can't beat them"

"Become!?

"This place, um... can you leave it to me? Please."

More than them, I understood.

The final blades of the Eight Burials are on the side of the mighty.

Individual detailed combat abilities are still indescribable, but those are the smells of warriors who have dived through many battles.

"I like the Knights of the Holy Trees."

"Huh?"

"So if you can, I don't want you dead."

It could have been a rude way of saying it to knights who take swords to defend their country.

But - I didn't want these people to die.

I don't want to see the people who said they liked the benevolent Sochute Commander die meaningless.

"Ku...... ok. If Lord Sagara, who defeated the Four Homicides, says so, so be it."

"However, to prevent enemies from entering and exiting the gate for once, you should all consolidate. Can I ask for it?

"Ahhh! All right, guys, we're gonna consolidate the entrance and exit!

The members of the team fall back.

"Phew... Phew, ha, ha!

The man at the left end of the final no eight burial blades, laughing.

"I wondered what a ruthless and merciless man he was because he said he was the man who defeated the Seven Sins and Four Felonies... compassion for his fellow man, what a sweet man he is"

"What's funny"

Grasp the knife pattern and set it up.

"It must be natural to be caring for your people"

"Come on, maybe. But... have you noticed, curseless? The battle has already begun. And we are now measuring your quality as a sacrifice…"

A man at the right end with a sword laid the ground at the tip of his shoe with a ton.

"Oh, my God."

Moment after moment, the man on the right edge disappeared from the line.

Behind you, a stabbing sword.

"It's full of gaps, no curse"

"I made a gap on purpose, the last eight burial blades."

"Huh?

Dive through the slaughter of an approaching enemy and wave a sword.

The enemy launches an attack.

One of the last eight burial blades in a remote place screamed haphazardly.

"Come on, Richburn!

The enemy has launched an attack...

- Gotcha! -

- The feeling of meat crushing, facial bones sinking -

I shot a powerful left arm blow into the enemy.

Shortly after he screamed, the enemy who had eaten my blow died as it was.

- Dossa.

An enemy who has almost lost his facial body rolls to the ground as a catfish of meat.

- Zung.

I stabbed the "Crazy Cherry Blossom" blade in the body at my feet.

The aim was this.

I deliberately make a big gap and lure out the bloodthirsty right-end guy.

And disable the enemies that have been summoned, causing Mad Cherry Blossoms to suck their blood.

This was also a common hand because he was a powerful man capable of discovering the gaps in his opponents.

So far, as you aim.

"Come on... Suck your strength to the full, bloom mad"

The cherry blade begins to glow lightly as it rejoices, dokudkuk,.

One of the enemies, reduced to four, snorted, um.

"I see... apparently, there is shameless power in the name of the curse man. But don't worry... that attack that killed Lishburn in one blow... what was it?

An earlier blow was a reproduction of that Beshgham Anglen attack.

In the battle against Beshgam, I "ate" the man's power in large quantities with the power of the beast.

I couldn't eat it off and ate it enough to throw up.

What was born of digesting it is now a blow.

Fist over 90% of all body weight.

There, the speed goes up.

The Left Arm of the Curse met and lost, too, such a ferocious attack that now seems impossible.

unique body twist,

multistage linkage of joints,

stepping in that creates a complete balance,

special center of gravity movement,

A vicious blow carried out with a variety of other conditions in place.

Should I call it "Fierce Strike" if I dare to name it?

If you were unconscious of that and were able to roll it out naturally, then again, Beshgham is definitely an "alien".

"- Fifth curse, liberation."

Black wings grow on my back.

On the ground behind you too, giant wings appear.

"Just one thing, I'll be the first to say"

I picked up the sword that a man named Lishburn had with his left arm, and I stuck it on the last eight burial blades.

"If you want the rest of your people to pull you out of this country from now on and throw down your weapons and surrender... in this place, only life will save you"

The enemy's eyes ran with anger.

but I still have an extra grin on my mouth.

"Is that supposed to be a threat? Hmm... we got licked too"

"I'm not licking. I know you guys are strong. That's why... I can't give in. If we're going to fight here without pulling, I'm going to have to kill you."

If it's based on a man named Lishburn, the final no eight funeral blade is somewhat less powerful than Maso Anglen.

It is also a strength to snort that he was about to challenge the Four Violent Disasters.

Anyway, Mr. Currier, if the bearers of this power are headed to the gates where Mr. Lilli and Mr. Node are, I don't think they'll be able to make it.

I don't want Lili or Node to die.

So - if you can pull me off here, that's fine.

Before this, Mr. Currier was talking.

He said it was the state where he was creating a place of calm in fierce anger that allowed him to maximize his power.

The Four Felonies she once fought said she had let go of the winning opportunity early because of her loss of calm.

I really want to tear the enemy right in front of me apart right now.

But... you can try and negotiate.

If Lili or Node are going to be okay, the odds are overwhelmingly low, but that's better.

If the enemy pulls here, the Sacred Martial Festival can continue safely.

A man who seemed to have the strongest say in the four pulled his sword out of his sheath.

He's a grey-haired eyelid man.

Is that the Holy Sword?

"Are you an idiot, a curseless man?

Expected, Answer.

An eyelid man bites his teeth in anger with a thrill.

"Here, this final no-8 burial blade pulls lightly, etc.... Are you serious? Ahhhhh!?

The eyelid man turns around and stands with the blade glowing.

A man takes off his eyelids.

The eyes of the person who took the eyelid were glowing red.

Surgical eye, huh?

And, I mean,

"An unfamiliar insult to us and the Queen of the End -"

of the Sacred Martial Festival,

Out of the way,

I'm willing to stop,

Without,

said,

You mean.

"I will make amends with your death."

Shut up.

"- Third curse, liberation"

The thunder struck, the sound of a deafening ear rang.

At the next moment, the rays of the third curse penetrate the face of an earlier fierce enemy.

"Hey, hey, hey... but...?

Without exerting the power of the surgical eye, the surgical eye man fell and lost his life.

Negotiations, crack.

If so,

You guys,

where:

Kill.

- Three to go.

"What, the attack now...? Whatever the other curse...... you know, what's the ridiculous power?

"Yo, Robis. Thank you. Maybe we were underestimating the curse. You know what I mean? The curse man... he's a little intimidating, but out of step."

"That look... it's like an evil incarnation in a myth"

Third curse.

This curse is suitable for unintentional strikes.

Besides, I can now adjust the distance and power differently than before.

As proof of that, this time the distance could be adjusted so as not to reach the buildings behind the enemy.

It was during the Battle of Beshgham that I was inspired to notice adjustments in power and so on.

At that time - when I used the third curse continuously in Veshgam's body, there was no light coming out of my right eye.

Apparently, at that time, I was also pouring energy for my right eye toward the left eye that I had unconsciously decided to take.

In other words... The third curse is a curse that can be adjusted by the user.

A limited number of times, but if used successfully, it can be a more powerful weapon than ever.

"Hey, Robis."

"What, Raghilly?

"We were... the same final no eight burial blades, but we weren't that close. In retrospect, I've never exactly haunted my connections either. But today... only today, we need to work together."

We were fortunate to have reduced the number of people from five to three.

Dealing with a large number of people alone can be quite unfavourable depending on the person's ability to communicate.

I hear that those Four Felonies were also monsters who were originally maximized by the four interlocutors.

Even if the individual power is inferior to the Four Homicides, if the linkage is hammered, there may be those who exert more power than that.

So I wanted to keep the number as low as possible by accident.

I just want to keep one or so hidden balls.

This time it was the ninth curse.

"Hmm... maybe tomorrow is a storm, like you asking people for something"

"Let it go. I don't know what that curse is... I think it's a very" shitty thing ". We can't win that one if the three of us don't join forces."

"Huh, I agree"

"Shit... we came together as the last eight funeral blades, and now you look like a good one for the first time"

"This might be the first day we've had a disagreement."

"On a day like this, it's ironic."

Three of the final eight burial blades lay their swords together.

"For our end-of-life empress, we shall return for our purpose."

"I know."

"... don't die, Robis"

"You too, Raghilly."

As an encouragement, Raghilly slaps another fellow on the shoulder.

Just do me a favor today, Elstadt.

"The Word -"

"Hmm?"

"Just like that, I'll give it back to you"

Raghilly rounds his eyes.

And I laughed.

"Ha! Don't tell me! All right -"

The three of them enter a combat position.

"Come on, you guys."

- Zuch.

…………

I pulled a demon knife with plenty of blood out of it.

Thanks to the fact that the remaining final no eight funeral blades were conversing with me in a daze, the cleavage of the demon knife should have been considerable now.

I don't mock compassion for my people.

With a long sword and a knife in his hands and his neck tilted, his neck snapped.

"Well..."

I said, in such a cold voice that I suspected this was my voice.

"Have you finished saying goodbye?