Sevens

"- [Seventh] Activated"

In response to my voice, a wind of blue light rolled around me.

The treasure balls show an unprecedented glow. That's the light the candle flames shine at the end.

"Damn! I didn't want to use it."

Force them to grow instantly only once. For me, a memory I don't want to recall meant a new mass production. Well, I'm good at whatever I do, so I can't help but remember around.

There were just some things I couldn't forgive. That means the treasure ball loses its power and returns to the ball.

That meant that the treasure balls that had been with me would be reset. I just go back to the balls where my skills are recorded.

Maybe that's good if you think your skills will remain, but more importantly -.

- Step by step, thoughts become clearer. The feeling of power overflowing from the back of your body blows away the fatigue you've been through. And a similar feeling to Libido, where magic swells and rumbles in me.

"All too much!!"

When you scream, there are seven silver weapons from the treasure balls...

He appeared around me and stabbed me in the floor.

The first great sword.

Second generation bow.

Third generation sword.

Fourth generation dagger.

Fifth generation snakebelly sword.

Sixth generation Halvard.

Seventh generation guns.

Each one stabbed me to the floor to surround me, and Agrissa was looking down at me from the sky. Close your eyes, and look at me.

"- Have you been forced to increase your level of adaptation? No, you said growth now. Besides, that skill - like using seven weapons. Interesting skill."

Towards a confident Agrissa, I smiled lightly and showed her. Is Agrissa stopping, or my ancestor, my ancestor, Lyell, was putting up a weapon and taking a distance.

For Agrissa, I say.

"That's a mistake. Seventh because we use seven weapons? I'm not that simple of a man. And come down. When you can float naked like that, it's like I'm peeking. You're cuter with more discretion, Agrissa."

That's what I said, I paid my forehead, and I got my hair done. Agrissa looks down at me a little surprised.

Aria looks at me and drops her shoulder.

"... hey, I can't believe your skills -"

I'm before Aria runs out.

"Let me guess what you're thinking. You think it's a skill to force me to emerge in this excellent condition? Don't tell me, I get it. Whatever, because I love you guys!

But Shannon said my words like that.

"No, it's connected by connections, so it's more or less weird to know -"

But it was Monica who blocked Shannon's words like that.

"It's just Fever Time. But now you have a slightly better chance of winning. Chicken bastards have never lost in a state like this"

To Monica, who seemed happy, I shook my head beside her.

"That's not true. At the point where I am, this battle is my win! I'm a man too loved by the goddess of victory!

Then Agrissa laughed.

"Ahahahahaha, your spirit becomes unstable after you grow up, but is that after you grow up? That's funny enough. My spirit is affected by the increase in power after growth. It's just... you don't think you can win."

Shortly afterwards, my ancestors were slaughtered at me. But I'm not moving. My beloved daughter-in-law around me tries to make a move through me, but I stop the act.

"You don't have to get your hands on it. Well, watch it - it'll be over soon."

My ancestors approached me until I saw them, and when I shook up the sword, I was laughing at the blade. I heard voices coming from behind me. To that voice, everyone looks back.

"You called in a lot of good times. Well, I guess it's the right thing to call,"

The Lord of the floating voice, when he ran, pulled out the sword that pierced the floor and bounced off the great sword of his fathers. Did you see a mistake in the invisible blade, my ancestors jump away?

The golden hair was sassy around my shoulder. When you weave a short green cape and take a bladeless sword on your shoulder - the third generation looks around.

"Nevertheless, you blew it off quite flashy"

That's what I said and I was laughing. And the next person I've spoken to is the seventh generation. He pulled through the knife attached to the end of the muzzle that pierced the floor and fired many bullets into his ancestors who tried to move out again.

The bullet, which tried to cut it off, warped and opened a number of wind holes in his ancestors. I'm a dead soldier, so I block it, but it was going to take me a while before then.

"Well done, Lyell. This is the right time to use a trump card."

And then the walking footsteps stopped in front of me passing, and I put my hand on my shoulder. He held a snakebelly sword in his hand.

"If you've cornered us so far, you can do it. Let us help you after that."

And the fifth generation, who walked out, waved his sword and entangled a serpent-belly sword on the feet of his fathers. And on the other foot, a dagger pierces.

Long, watery hair shakes in the wind, and it's the fourth generation that pushes up the glasses.

"You've done quite well, Lyell. Well, don't rely on the dead if you're supposed to be, I mean, I just want to say, if the same dead guy is the other guy, there's no choice."

Running behind me, the sixth generation, who took Halvard, slashed him on his ancestors and bounced the Great Sword.

"Damn, you've challenged something outrageous. Let me help you too."

The sixth generation I turned around is laughing. And beside me was a second generation in a hunter with a bow in his hand. Laughing a little.

"Actually, you wanted to use it a little bit, this silver bow. Now, plain eyed, will I even show off in a tune?"

The arrows thus unleashed changed their orbit and burst into their ancestors as if they were each willing. It plays to be a dead soldier, but its speed is very fast. Even the great sword I lost is growing out of my hands.

I just realized there was a battle.

"Gahahaha, grow up while you don't look at it. Looks like we're starting to do a little bit, but not yet!

It was the first generation to pull the Great Sword off the floor, rushing out and jumping up. Laughing and swinging the Great Sword down toward his ancestors, the Great Sword emitted a blue light causing shockwaves to his ancestors and beyond.

It's as destructive as ever.

The first generation of barbarian style bears the Great Sword on his shoulder.

"This is good. I think I'm gonna kill everything!

In such a first generation, the second generation was as frightened.

"Slash, I mean, aren't you going to slap him? Look, there's nothing left."

Seven people appeared before me in arms. I laugh when I see Agrissa floating in the sky at the advent of an overly dependable ally. Then Agrissa...

"Did you call the seven men recorded on the treasure ball? Right, so - but you guys are relentless. Whoever you defeated now was your ancestor."

Then, the third generation is at its usual pace.

"No, no, I'm sure you were manipulating me to suffer. Probably. So we're in tears to free such a pathetic ancestor - do you feel that?

In conjunction with the fourth generation.

"Right. With your eyes, stop me! I thought you were saying. I guess."

The same goes for the sixth generation.

"If I'm in the same situation, I'm sure you'll tell me to.... Probably"

Then, as the first generation was surprised.

"Huh? Our ancestors!? There's a tough bastard right now! You're lying!"

While the second generation sees such a first generation.

"Come look in the mirror. 'Cause I can see a man who's tougher and more barbaric than he was earlier."

I snorted.

"Indeed."

Then the first generation laughs out the Guerraggera with the eight of us.

The floating Agrissa looked like she didn't like the fall of our ancestors, her favorite.

"... just seven more people, how can you be so strong. That's good. I'm not going to get out of hand with six million or anything. Prepare tens of millions, hundreds of millions of dead soldiers to trample you. That's all you can fight for."

I leaned my neck. The other seven likewise questioned Agrissa's story.

And I noticed that Agrissa was still making a mistake.

Seventh because we call the seven ancestors? It is not.

"You still seem to be making a mistake, Agrissa"

Then Shannon reacted to my words "eh!?". Apparently, some guys on my side make that mistake, too. Aria, Gracia, and Eliza lost sight of me, too. These guys are stupid cute.

I see the treasure ball on the palm of my hand. The blue treasure ball shined, and in it - I saw a small star. Look at the Earth, Mother Earth, that shines blue.

I grab the treasure ball and stick my fist out at Agrissa.

"Seventh - seventh. That's a skill I can use to draw Septem's blood because I am the one who will be the seventh goddess. Growth? That kind of thing is just an omelet. The real meaning of Seventh is..."

That being said, there was a huge explosion near that spot where the coalition forces were in formation. How many, dozens, and hundreds and thousands of oversized magic to be tapped into.

The fourth generation was shivering with pulls, correcting the position of the eyeglasses.

"Sorry, Lyell. I have a lot to say and ask... but my wife is calling, so I'm going. Because he seems a little angry. And Ludmila's this way, isn't she? Let's rebuild the army of Carthaphs."

"... what? Um, what did you say?"

I waved away the fourth generation and Ludmila, who said so and warped away.

While Miranda sees such a sight.

"... the Walt family ancestors, right? Lyell, what the hell?"

To that extent, a figure appeared to lay his hands on Miranda and Shannon's shoulders. Look at the person, the sixth generation smiles.

"Mireia! You're here too!

Then, in a sober manner, Mr. Mireia is in the sixth generation.

"Yes, brother. This Mireia, even though she was weak, rushed to help. So, I'll borrow Miranda and Shannon, right? There's already a battle going on in Lyell's main unit."

Shannon opens his eyes and gives a surprised look as he looks at Mr. Mireia's face. I'm sure you can't believe I'm wearing a cat in front of the sixth generation.

"Sister, this is fake too - Ouch!

Shannon grabbed his shoulder and was physically silenced. Mr. Mireia smiled.

The seventh generation was watching where my army was with my hands on my chin.

"Has Meisel gone that way? Then I will go to Fanbaille. I need to stab the nail too so I don't go against Lyell.... Cat Wearing."

The last grunt, the seventh generation said, looking at Mr. Mireia.

Mr. Mireia sent a gleaming gaze to the seventh generation, but there was no longer a seventh generation there.

Did the fifth generation read the air?

"I wonder if me and Fines will go to a thin army. Let's go. And you guys are this way."

"Uh, no."

"Wait a minute!

The fifth generation took Gracia and Eliza for a warp.

"Right! Mireia, I asked for Miranda and Shannon."

The sixth generation, with a serious face and a smile at us at the end, disappears as well. Then, while the third generation thinks a little.

"Then I guess I'll do a job that no one else will. Well, then, that's the way it is."

That said, the third generation disappears.

The remaining first and second generations, looking at Mr. Mileia.

"Hey, who?

"... no, I don't either"

When such subtle air flowed, Mr. Mireia bowed. That's a beautiful bow.

"Nice to meet you, first generation, second generation. I'm Mireia - I'm one of Fredricks' daughters. I'm in a bit of a hurry, so I'm going to borrow you both."

And look at me, Mr. Mireia closes one eye.

"Go flashy, Lyell. The Walt family is behind you, so don't worry."

Mr. Mileia disappears with Miranda and Shannon. I waved and dropped him off, and the first and second generation were pokernels.

"There's so much I don't know."

"Well, you disappeared in the first one."

And there was a frustrating presence on the sky. It's Agrissa.

"... well. You know what?"

I cough. Earlier, I couldn't tell you. To explain my skills.

"That's right. This is my final skill. Seventh - A skill that allows you to use the treasure balls created by Septem with admin privileges. This guy is amazing, you know... you can use all the treasure you can unlock."

Aria and Clara, and Eva didn't know. However, Monica and the Valkyries were nodding.

"Is that so? Administrator privileges... Then what is the effect of this influx of magic, too? Now, thank you."

The armor of the Valkyries shines out. Formerly Traci - Trident Cesarpent. It also began to affect them, chunks of rare metal, created from demons that were said to be gods of the sea.

Wings spread and begin to float in the universe. The same goes for Monica. Covered in a white dress, and emerged in space.

"What, stop the maid and be the bride"

When I say that, Monica smiles.

"Yep. Please take it properly."

- This guy is an idiot.

"Are you stupid or what? It's mine now. I'll take it. I won't take it. It was a problem before."

Then Eva looks at me.

"How can this guy always be so strong? You're usually so hectic."

While the first generation looked at me.

"You, you okay? Or what about Nowem? Ah! Aria!

Aria waved small when she was waved by the first generation. The first generation is Aria reckoning, so I guess it's nice to see you. Aria at the time.

"Oh, why are you so happy?

Then there was Agrissa, who watched the farce go on forever.

"... it makes room. But I think I'm feeling a little better. Lyell, you better break your heart."

I laugh so little.

"... This Lyell Walt, if I had an easily broken heart, I wouldn't want to kill God or anything like that. I'm so scared of my mental strength.... If it breaks, break it!

Agrissa got angry or spread her hands.

Clara in the porter.

"... if you go back to sanity, you'll break it on your own."

I vomited poison. I think it's cute in there, too.

"Then let's do what you want! How about this!

From directly beneath Agrissa came out a giant monkey in a white, red mask. The giant monkey, which had no hair growing in the part of the great thoracic muscle but was otherwise wrapped in white and beautiful fur, was bigger than Agrissa.

"Ten meters on the bill."

When the first generation says so, the second generation.

"Twelve meters."

I was correcting it right away. In addition, the knights of the skeleton continued to crawl out of the floor for more than two metres.

Agrissa over.

"Shame on yourself for being so strong in terms of admin authority. Lyell, I'll get you a little crunch. I swear my obedience while I cry."

I put a treasure ball around my neck. And give me your right hand for Monica. Monica threw a spare sword at me, while I received it.

"That sounds fun. I'd like to take it once, but normally good at first. I'm still a virgin. If it's too irritating, I'm in trouble. Let's tolerate it if it's about rope and whip.... but I prefer to attack!

Agrissa opened her big mouth.

"Unplug it! I don't like your character!

I smile.

"I like you too, though? Well, I think he's pathetic. So... let me finish this so you don't suffer."

Then a giant monkey waved his fist down at us. It's not like demons - it's like a god beast close to a kirin or a whale. He threatens this one as he spits the flame out of his mouth.

Such a flame burned a little fur of the first trademark.

"What the hell, you Lord Ete! Superior, get on the table!

Then, while the second generation erected a bow and arrow.

"... Father, this place is already a table"

The roof and walls are blown up, and the lower floors are crushed. I see, it's definitely outside. We laughed again with Guerra Guerra.

And the first generation has a serious look.

"Well, we need to be serious about the boulder. From Yabe, let it out.... you guys, come on"

Then a door emerged behind the first generation that was once the door to the first memory. From there, successive soldiers and barbarians emerge who once followed the first generation. He only looks like the head of the barbarians anymore, but that would be the first generation.

Second generation also in a low voice.

"I guess I'll call it in, too. I'll cover the skeleton down there, Dad."

A few decent soldiers appeared with the emergence of a second generation of memory doors. There are bows and arrows in his hand.

The first generation had a fierce grin.

"You're starting to say it! Klassel! Lyell!

"Anything?"

"We'll do this monkey and the miscellaneous fish. You beat Agrissa up. And where's Nowem?

"Oh, then it's Agrissa's chest. taken in."

"... what? Oh my... what are you doing, oh my!!"

When the first generation shouted, the white monkey roared once again. Maybe he thought he was intimidated by the first generation.

I'm in charge of Katana.

"Well, I'll help you out and show you. Aria, Clara, Eva - and Monica and Valkyries, follow me. Fun god killing time huh!!"

While Aria put up a spear.

"You're definitely a little crazy. No, because it's absolutely crazy! How can you have fun killing gods!

I say.

"Idiot! You defeat a fake goddess and you get the title of God Killer! Although it will be easier to govern in the future! Clara, Eva, don't miss my ambition."

Clara and Eva were pulling a little. A little, what are you saying at a time like this? That's what it was like. I thought you two would be happy.

However, Monica and the others seem to agree.

"Hyah! Now you can bog these guys down with dignity! I will follow this Monica, Master Lyell, for the rest of my life!

Glad to hear it. I smiled provocatively at Agrissa. Agrissa looking down on it abominably.

"Come on...... let's have fun!!"