The Branded Female Fencer

The man had begun his transformation into alien form. The body is dyed shallow black, and where has the skinny body been? The body had deformed into a big man with muscle buoyancy by the time of the anomaly. Furthermore, the man's back becomes muscular enlargement by the time he is abnormal, shaped like a tumor. Then he broke through the tumor from the inside and a long arm appeared.

"Get away from me!

It was the knight who had a fight with the mercenary earlier that shouted. He didn't have to tell me, and the mercenaries were throwing away their swords and flying away.

From that overhead looms a huge hand raised from the man's back.

"Whoops! Absolutely. Huh?

The mercenary squeezed his hand from overhead brilliantly. But his body was skewered by the likes of a long spear.

"Oh, my God, come on... get it"

The mercenary saw the identity of the object piercing him. It was part of a snake-like thing that deformed a woman's leg. The correct tip hardened to an unusual point and was like a spear.

And just as the mercenary said it was depressing, the woman threw the mercenary's body against the wall around it. Mercenaries were thrown like jerks, spraying blood and organs all around them. The mercenary is rushed by a knight who had a fight earlier.

"Hey! Hold on, you!

"Ah... not if you're doing this... send it to your mother, Ri... you have to..."

"What are you talking about!?

"Mother... I've been small lately, because I've grown... I want to, money... oh, dear, I have to"

"Hey! Hey!?

The knight held the mercenary tight and shouted, but the mercenary had already run out. Next to it came a magician who could use healing magic, but he shook his neck sideways when he took the mercenary's hand.

"Damn... to mourn, I didn't even hear your name!

That's all the knight said, when he put the man's arms together on his body and slowly lay him down, he stormed the transformed aliens with his sword barking in one hand.

"Ugh, this is getting interesting"

"... it'll suck for them... but when you're funny, there's nothing..."

Rebels who have begun to fight aliens. Two talking animals watch them from the top of a wall a little further away. They are crows and mice.

"Nevertheless, I wonder how a human can get so intense right away? That's completely incomplete. That's where it's funny."

"... I'm human for once, too..."

The crow groans slightly self-derisively. A mouse laughs next to it.

"Well, but humans are really delightful, look at the knight just now! He doesn't have a lot of strength, but get in there. Come on... Oh, no! There, you can't avoid it to the right! Finally, I grabbed... my neck didn't fly before I did. Ahhh, it's boring. I knew the sidekick wasn't going to show off."

"... then you want to say you're the star, Anomaly?

The crow stares at the rat. The rat answers with a nasty odor as he grabs a piece of the wall.

"Come on, the lead isn't a pattern. I look good on the back, the back, the screenwriter at best."

"... it's the worst role I've ever played..."

"I'm not a combat maniac, like a lifeless one, I am. I don't care about the process if I can accomplish it."

The rat looked up at the crow. There was a suspicious light in his eyes. A disgusting gaze at lifeless people. Through the demon of use, there is the delusion that is not lost.

"... you perverts..."

"What, because I'm a little bit of a normalist? We're all perverts from the public."

"... which mouth speaks common sense..."

"It's this mouth - you've said this before. Not to you, though."

Rats began to think arm in arm, wondering if they had chosen the wrong word. The trick is strangely adorable, but lifeless people don't have that kind of emotion. Only one thing they're interested in.

"... so, what do you think..." Berserker "and how do you do it?

"Premium? I'm happy with this, too. Now all the types I've made so far are operational. The underlying theory is roughly possible, so we can work on building a practical application that expands the variety and an applied theory to create even more superior species. Well, the question is which one goes first."

"... a horrible man..."

Perhaps Anomaly will do what she says at the same time. Apparently he started researching Hekatonkail about five years ago. From there, we have built a theory and have already taken that research to a stage where it can be described as an old smell. Isn't it an experimental site called this world that Oranzeble gave Anomaly?

"(... this guy... sooner or later I'll have to kill him...)"

Lifeless was secretly beginning to think about it. There is no such idea as to destroy the world in Lifeless. Instead, it makes it difficult for him because then there will be no one to fight with. But how about anomaly? Even the existence of this world makes it seem like he doesn't care.

I notice a third presence almost simultaneously as the two watch the rebel battle with their own thoughts.

"... who..."

"You don't have to hide any signs, they'll be demons to each other. It's not gonna be a fight."

"So is that."

It was the cat who showed up from the flower bed all the time. However, if you look at people speaking human language, you can be sure that they are demons.

"Who is it? I'm pretty sure he's got a lot of strength because he notices us."

"... I have a good idea..."

"Well, guess what?

The cat made me say it challengingly. The crow twisted his neck to think a little, but eventually slowly opened his beak.

"... president of the Magic Church, seen as Tetrastine..."

"... your name and answer. That's the hero king."

The words made me look lifeless, like a cat laughed. At the same time, take care not to be alarmed. I can't read the mouse's expression. What does Anomaly think after all?

"... what can the president of the Magic Church do for you..."

"No way, you wouldn't say it's a rat hunt just for cats. Give me a break, that's all. My demon will be gone."

"" You keep your mouth shut ""

Lifeless and Tetrastine told me at the same time, and the servant anomaly was soggy. And then he started twisting around the wall like it was a mess.

"... again, what can I do for you?

"Let's get straight to it. Why don't you guys join hands with me?

That's when the cat definitely laughed.

"Ooh!

"Ugh!

The battle between Rhine and Mustard continued in a beautiful and lonely garden in an abandoned garden no one would ever see. The arch had already collapsed, and the hedges around it had been a meltdown. These were mostly due to Mustard's slaughter, but only as a line were they best outdone.

Swords don't touch each other in battle between masters. The only time a sword touches you is when you add a slash directly to your opponent.

Rhine could not shed the sword of Mustard, and was desperate. Unlike in Calamity, this time the sword will wear off just to recieve it. It is the finest of the lines that do not align their swords.

Mustard, on the other hand, was in a hurry. Unlike their previous counterparts, the line doesn't reach their own swords. I know we're just one step away, but I feel like that step is endlessly far away.

"(Speaking of which, you were waving your sword just because of the momentum. Recently)"

Muster looks back at himself. I was proud to say that I was originally gifted with swords, but only at a young age did I do proper sword training. Even when he was leading Hekatonkail, he had no experience with mustards, such as being one with powerful enemies.

But the line has experience. A knight who built himself up. One of only two knights with the title 'Jazz', surviving today. Compared to that magic swordsman, even the Mustard's sword trident in front of him is still lukewarm.

"(You surprised me when we first met... I didn't think that woman was that strong. At first, I thought it was some small-timer. Then he beat me up enough to hate me, taught me the basics of battle, preached my mind as a knight... and when I realized it, I respected him. Though it was very solid)"

I miss the way the line used to be. In the years that Rhine spent at the border, he finally didn't get a single bottle to take from that knight. The knight was so strong.

Aggregation of ideals as knights. A person who has succeeded in realizing the form that many want this to happen. That knight, revered by many and more feared by his enemies. But the ideal knight for the line, somewhere she was far away. Of her numerous men, only the line offended her, I put it on.

Is that why? The knight was tough on the line. She hit the line so hard that the others sometimes went into a stop. However, for the first time in a long time, many knights have noticed that they have shown no interest other than to defend their country. The line was also completely unaware.

Still her teachings that became the blood and meat of the line. It had saved Rhine's life more than once. And still is.

"(Beautiful, I guess)"

Muster saw the sword waving by the line and felt so. And at the same time, I think the sword of the line resembles the sword muscle in the corner of each memory.

"(What a country that is... no, let's not. Because I don't have as much head capacity left to think about it as I do now)"

Muster put a lid on his thought-provoking memory. I had to. There's not much for him to think about right now. I can't afford to be distracted by the extras.

Right now. At least I wanted to immerse myself in the fight against the good enemy in front of me, even temporarily.

"(What's the matter, are you just an idiot, too, to enjoy the fight in this situation? I thought what you said around you was worth it...)"

"Whoa!

Is it because Mustard thought of something extra? Or was the sword move of the line purely above that of Muster? The sword of the line was piercing the right chest of the muster with a flash of clearance.

But quickly the line draws its sword and does not fly behind it. And Muster knelt down on the spot, holding down the blood dripping from his chest.

Continued