Star Slashing Swordsman

"Ah!!! Wings are too depressing!!!

Sometimes I kept running, diving into a shabby building, but worried about how to deal with it based on the fact that the throw didn't work.

In other words, I'm just talking about slashing, but it's too likely that that monster won't reach his enemies if he shoots off a blow he poured out of his heart and blood than he's using his wings to fly around freely.

If you judge things based on risk returns, you can't use the 'star slaughter' moves that are not very much but are extremely burdensome on your body.

No matter how good a blow it is, it doesn't make sense in the first place if you don't hit it.

"... I won't throw up on fire, I'll jump around, I'll smash up any building I want, there's enough trouble... Huh!

"As I kept running away from the entrance to Minaura, it was gradually becoming clear what demonic bills were going for me.

First, the wings are growing.

Of course, good mobility can fly over the sky, so there is almost no place to hide in Minaura, where all the ruins of the ceiling have blown up.

And whatever you say, spit fire.

You're gonna throw a flame out of your mouth.

Extremely dull for pain or even going straight ahead if you decide to go ahead and hit the building.

For that reason, it was me who tried to escape to the entrance where the ruins stood, but he stormed every building and chased me until he destroyed it.

At the earliest possible time, it is an untouchable rampage.

"... if we're going to take it down quickly, we're going to have to do something to sharpen that mobility..."

I squeal that demon (monster) flying around freely on my ass.

But there is never a solution floating around.

If magic like Shiva could have been used.

I keep thinking about that for a moment, but it goes without saying that I can't help being left here right now. Therefore, he shook his little rash and exhaled the breath that was accumulating in his lungs.

"Hate, be smart, then."

ZARI, make a noise and step on the ground and stop your feet. Running for a dozen minutes. Deciding that I would have had enough, I turned again from behind to the impending demon.

"In my case, I get a flat head when I try to set up a small, difficult operation. So ----"

So I knew I had to slay you directly from the front, with a shudder in my chest against my ability---quietly, groaning.

"--As you wish, I'll deal with you. I don't know why you're after a wizard, and I don't care why it's me (...). Just, just feed it. You feed me to get to Star Slaughter ---!!

Do you want some? Do you want some?

There are two options available to me.

Then we have a choice to grab.

Come on --come (...).

Fool, be honest with me and stick it in me (...).

If I can get that demon (monster) to strike straight, it's probably only the first time I'm going to storm defenselessly.

I lift my mouth with joy as I pull out the boneless sword I was lowering to my hips with my right hand.

Then point the cuttoe to the ground once, and then measure the timing.

———————

The unspoken roar was rising.

The amount of loudness is enough to cause concern without thinking that the tympanic membrane will tear.

He was angry at me for licking and rotting, trying to stand up to me honestly, but maybe it was a late threat.

But if that's going to put blood on my head, I'm going to die. It is a development that I do not even wish for.

All I can think of is the "Star Slash" moves.

Every time I use it, I've been struck repeatedly by the result that my arm, the person on the shooting side, breaks without withstanding the power.

"Ha, ha, ha."

I breathed heavily.

I was too self-absorbed to realise when I was an orga, but the power of this blow depends on the magic it contains.

Moreover, my magic - "sword creation" - was too good for magic conduction to illusion that it was just to unleash a "star slaughter" move (...).

Therefore, its power can be inferred.

Before long, I move the cutting-edge that was pointing toward the earth, toward the top, toward the sky. power falls, but nevertheless pours in magic, concerned not to break his arm,

"Hands, Enough, Collect and Fly a Thousand------"

Slightly blind to the sword body that begins to emit light, Dang makes a powerful noise and steps on the earth, focusing on the demons (monsters) that come packing their time at a terrible rate.

I stretched out my hook claws and pasted a mockery on my face that just said "fool" to the demon (monster) trying to tear them apart -- the next moment, I drew a lonely moon with a boneless sword to hand.

with brilliance. It's like, brilliant in the night sky,

"-----" Shooting Star "

At the same time, a slaughter-like blow is fired from the trajectory of the three moons depicted in the universe in front of him -- it strips fangs and protrudes strongly into the demons (monsters).

This, is definitely fatal...... ugh!!

I shook myself to joy by accident.

An affront that I thought was the only way to escape but was therefore born. A brilliant blow to it.

Degradation isolated from the real one, but fatal injuries are still inevitable.

Right from my side, sure to win, comes the other hook claw with a hurricane.

That's more than a few times faster than earlier.

The earliest thing I could see was a miracle.

"It's a lie, Rocco ----?"

Using the sword that was swinging down reflexively as a shield, I try to defend myself, but the comma doesn't make it for a few seconds.

Shortly afterwards, his left arm smudged and he screamed.

The impending nails are eating through the skin and reaching the bones. On top of that, a blow fired with horrible momentum throws my tiny body in the right direction with ease.

I didn't even have time to raise my voice to the pain, it didn't exist there.

Throw away your common sense.

... I thought I understood Shiva's words properly, but apparently the recognition was too sweet.

Body bouncing as many degrees into the earth like a thrown ball. I rubbed my foot to the ground, but it never stopped, and in the meantime, I could hardly see the end of the demon (monster) that ate the "shooting star" from the front.

Right half of the body.

Around a third of them say that the attack is causing them to fall off unevenly and even peek at that cross section, but their calmness immediately strikes back without putting themselves in pain.

... There is also something out of common sense.

"Ah, gu."

Body beaten to the trunk of a tree that grows warped while poisoning in the chest, gradual stillness.

"Kan, I suck at it, uhh..."

It should have been stopped by a serial onslaught.

Even if it takes some strain on your arm, keep putting up a "shooting star," that's without even giving you a moment's time.

But the future.

I thought if I were to fight Shiva's demonic heads, I would spare no effort. You can't afford that, it can't even be for me right now.

The bleeding and sharp pain from the left arm, which was starting to stain red, tells me.

Perhaps it's broken.

I can't move it the way I want.

But just because it hurts doesn't mean you're stopping. Rebuild your posture for a moment ——

"Ma, jha... Yikes!?

That's what I thought for a second.

Again, the shadow I remember covers me.

With the smell of iron rust and meat mass, it was coming towards me.

Throw yourself aside to follow your instincts. The heat that scorches the skin that eventually comes.

Sooner than I understood that the demon blew the fire, I created the sword I had let go of when it was blown away with my hook and nail.

It is too awkward to suffer any more injuries.

That's what I decided while blaming myself for decades ago.

Again, "Shooting star."

Look at me judging by that.

What do you think of the demons (monsters) that make red puddles on the ground as you peek through the painful cross section, and open your mouth like a mouth, toward the sky

"Piggyyyyyy!!

I raised a tall odd voice.

"... Whoa, whoa, whoa"

I knew how to behave.

Therefore, my hand stops.

... technically, it would be a similar behavior, but I knew it.

I need your help. A rescue signal that.

It was also a kind of habit of demons.