Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

Currier, dressed in a surgical demon costume, waved one Livergate with sacred vegetables.

Sacred Vegan Spear - "Sacred Spear" is ejected from the sword.

The power drops slightly, but it's an excellent attack for appearance.

The giant beast, still black, is in a position that keeps his body wide twisted.

I can't tell if I'm sensing an imminent attack on my own.

- Bash! -

Of the giant beast, there was a leap.

Disappear.

Currier knew this feeling.

A phenomenon that can occur when things cross the walls of speed at a certain stage.

The illusion that it disappeared.

I had not taken my sight off the enemy.

I was looking straight at it.

I was watching.

I was staring.

Yet I couldn't chase him.

- I'm fine.

One bew (one second) or less, Currier inspires herself.

There is no need to be wolfish.

It just moved at speeds.

It's not really "gone".

Like that "Percantal," it wasn't out of recognition.

The trajectory should be predictable.

- Boom!

Immediately after, wind pressure.

Silver hair curls up in the wind.

I found that the tip of the blade decoration was broken.

"... eh"

I didn't chase him, but I saw him.

Avoidance diagonally down while dropping posture.

Barely, dodging is success.

Currier's head now had the bosom and head of a giant beast.

With his grey blue eyes, he looks up at the black beast covering him.

- Gyo-ro.

A cloudy golden fierce eye looks down at Currier.

"yo...... geta...... no, ga...... nin...... gen, ga......"

Did you do it, human?

That's what I heard.

Survival instincts told.

Faster than consciousness, cells all over the body tried to get Currier out of this place.

Yes, I thought so.

- Huh.

If you notice, Currier was taking time from the giant beast.

Delay from it and "get away" and your consciousness finally signals.

Such a feeling.

The distance we were able to secure was about ten latals (ten meters).

Shortly after I took the distance and my consciousness caught up, my whole body grew gross.

Cold sweat erupting like I remember.

Saved by instinct?

The moment I looked up at that Wesen, I almost dizzied.

Being as if he had condensed into himself an abusive storm that humiliated a peaceful sea.

What is it?

What is it?

Currier cut off in his consciousness the questionable thought of approaching the mystery.

This thought is a murmur.

Abandon the murmur and now you have to survive.

All we need here is to survive.

Stick your eyes out even further.

- Don't miss a moment of motion.

Hibigami was right in his words.

The longer you fight, the more you "fit" your opponent's way of fighting.

I'm sure I'll be "visible".

- Bash! -

The giant beast jumped.

Now, I can go after him.

Avoidance, possible.

"- Huh?"

I doubted my own eyes.

I couldn't understand what was going on.

I've never seen anything like this before.

"What... is this...?

Slow enough to be super on.

Now there was a giant beast who was about to unleash his fist.

No stops have been made.

Slowly, but it's moving.

The body of the black giant beast is shifting to the next motion at a rate that is likely to be distracting.

- Are you accelerating yourself?

- No, it's not.

- The wind touching your skin is not slow.

Intuitively Currier understands.

- I mean...

Only this current enemy is currently in Ultra Low Speed.

How can we only include this phenomenon?

What is this attack?

A speeding attack is understandable.

But how do I understand an attack that turns into a "super low speed" at the moment of the enemy?

The sound of the bell of confusion fills the cavity of reason.

- What are we gonna do?

- Should we attack like this?

- Or...

Goosebumps.

Something at the bottom of my body told me about the crisis.

Was this still a warning of instinct, too?

Intuition.

Currier chooses to avoid as much as he did earlier.

- Huh.

Instinct made the decision and the body moved on to the next movement, it was that moment.

- Boom!

Again, a murderous wind pressure rolled in.

The over-speed black iron ball turned into a shadow of a moment and ran right past the side.

Straight past is the hammer for execution.

Increases breathlessness, breathing.

It was precisely at that moment when my fist was released that I tried to make a move.

I couldn't see.

I couldn't see.

Just instinct, again, made me choose to dodge.

- Even there, and if you were choosing to attack.

I felt dead.

He was destroying this surgical demon costume and probably fisting his body.

"Ha-ha-ha... ha-ha-ha"

Breathlessness as if you were underwater.

The air feels thin.

Calm down, and reason will fly the signal desperately.

Think about what that attack means.

What is the identity of that ultra-low speed attack?

If we don't figure out who that is, this one can't decide the move either.

- Bash! -

Giant beast, jump.

"Gu......!

Already, the giant beast is in a super low speed offensive position in front of him.

It's an attack that causes strange sensations.

The sense of time was going to go crazy.

Currier set up an induction.

Lure out the attack.

The intention was clear.

Induction of avoidance assumptions.

Shortly after the induction, a moving fist of execution crossed his side head.

Jump out and shorten the interval between breaths.

"Ha-ha-ha... ha-ha"

Again.

A giant beast is moving to a super low speed attack state.

Induction of attack.

Running through, a blow on the dead line.

Barely, dodge.

- Okay, here we go.

The difference between the two attacks now and those launched by then.

The difference is the speed of the attack.

No, probably not the same power.

- That's what they call "hoarding."

That ultra-low speed state is believed to be close to squeezing the bow, for example, by the time the arrow is released.

The more you squeeze, the more power and speed you gain.

I dare approach this one because the range is not that long.

Furthermore, it is also an attack that can only be established because of pride in ensuring that the attack speed is faster than the target.

Even after the opponent moves, he is confident that he can attack first.

In other words - in order to survive, we need to launch an attack as soon as possible with arrows in order not to allow us to build up as much time as possible.

I was able to lure out the attack twice with guidance.

But I don't think the induction will come through so many times.

In fact, the colors of understanding are lighting up in the eyes of the giant beast.

Currier now with the sharpened senses found that intuitively.

I'm beginning to understand them.

Little by little, I'm also getting used to that giant beast.

But - I can't see the thread of the counterattack.

Even if we try to understand the nature of the attack, we cannot evade and attack at the same time.

That's impossible for this opponent.

It's also tough to keep avoiding shredding nerves.

It will be faster for the nerves to make noises before this one fits.

Defense.

Yes, we need defense.

Necessary, but given that the feather decoration was broken like a candy worker, there remains anxiety as to whether this surgical demon costume can withstand a blow.

- Bash! -

Giant beast, jump.

In front of you, the giant beast enters a super low speed state.

Guiding the attack, Currier measured the aversion...

A giant beast can't guide you.

I've already been cut off.

Failure to induce also affected evasion.

Shortly before the attack of the giant beast was unleashed, Currier understood with instinct.

Complete evasion, impossible.

- Then.

Currier jumped backwards and chose to mitigate the impact at all.

Cross your arms and defend your predecessor.

"Gu, uh-huh!

- Gashan!

The armor of the surgical demon costume and the front plate of the armor were destroyed.

Considering the collision distance, more than 50% should have let the impact escape.

This power, even though it is.

A similar impact to a compressed mass of air struck Currier's belly hard.

"Damn, fu!

The spitting currier blew up in shock, gobbling and rolling down the ground.

"Ki, Currier... my lord..."

I forgot to exist at the threat of too many giant beasts, Knights of the Holy Tree.

They have also been speechless until now in the emergence of mysterious monsters, rather than moving.

"To... give... crap, come on... that black beast, the digits are... different..."

War lights the faces of the members.

"Ki, I will protect Lord Currier! If you think you can do it, draw that beast and pull it away from the Great Sacred Ground! Let's go, guys!

"Oh, no... no..."

I try to wake up my body somehow, but I don't hold it up.

The impact of the shock has not yet fallen out.

Many of the members of the team were soaking up.

I can't help it.

Still, they inspired each other and aroused themselves to do their part.

But by the majestic arm of the tyranny of the giant beast, he dashed into the walls of the building, all powerless, unable to do anything.

Fortunately, I guess I didn't use that super low speed attack.

More than half of the crew were still breathing, thanks to an attack that even disturbed the feathers were paying for.

"Damn... Ooh!

I caned Livergate, who didn't let go of me while I grabbed him, and Currier somehow stood up.

My knees are still trembling.

One, tongue-beating.

"Hibigami's, don't... it's times like this that you should... come out... your favorite strong enemy is here right now... here he is, here he is..."

But I don't even think that guy will show up conveniently.

Lokia won't even show up this time.

"Pee! Phew..."

Throw out the blood in your mouth and breathe.

Reminds me of Cecily's face and back this morning on her way to St. Martial Arts Festival.

I promised her.

Be sure to keep and show this Sacred Martial Arts Festival.

Even myself like this would be happy if I could repay my happiness.

You can burn it out here.

This enemy must be prevented by me.

So...

Large quantities of sacred vegetables are produced from Currier and poured into the Sacred Devil's Sword, which has fought many battles together as partners for a long time.

- Cuddly, cuddly, cuddly, cuddly, cuddly.

Heartfelt agitation had vanished.

A giant beast who has finished kicking the members notices the glow of the Holy Devil's Sword.

- The only thing I can work on right now is the sacrament.

Livergate began to roar like never before.