The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

"What?

Wasn't tongue fighting in the direction of avoiding it?

"I want to know a little bit about you."

……

What are you going to talk about?

"I don't know what you're hiding... but the battle will last five minutes or so. I'm not sure you're going to win."

Five points.

Well, I guess that's the place.

Either way, it would be against this one.

It's not like I have a wife's hand.

"Right."

"I can't feel any fear from your attitude. If it's a throwaway bowl, I know, but it won't be."

Hi, it seems strange that I'm not scared.

I guess it seems odd to be able to relax without being scared or senseless.

That's the type, all I can say.

Worries about death, what happened to Carol after she died, etc. don't make sense to think about it now.

I even enjoy this situation, where I can do my best, rather than feel comfortable.

Now is the time to demonstrate the results of the training and training that we have been encouraging.

Death or living, losing hands and feet in battle and being imperfect, is just the result.

"You must be crazy about me."

"You mean madman?

"Right. So convince me. Well......"

Unless you give up your job and go home.

I tried to say, I didn't get out of my mouth.

Come to think of it, this guy has to be killed.

I knew I would go home, if you told me, in yesterday's situation I almost cried and sat down to thank you, but now I need to chase you but kill you.

Because I knew Carol existed.

If you let them get away and they report Carol's presence, there won't be ten or so people coming next, a hundred times that, a thousand times the number if you suck.

It is unclear how long the enemy's dominance zone and supply grid are stretching, so can we deploy that many people to where we have gone so far? There is a part to it, but it's no wonder they're so dominant, considering this one's impudence in this war.

In fact, these guys are putting up to a thousand people in pursuit of the two of us.

With the option of a blonde royalty, 10,000 people will come next, which is a real story.

"Well...... it's time to talk. I don't even have to make beauty stories in war."

"So is that."

Canker fixes the grip.

Although I offered to resume it from myself, I couldn't help myself.

Crutches are made a lot harder, but it would be the head, or more importantly the jaw, that can make an effective blow.

Though the tip is heavy, it's just a stick.

Damage is known where the armored shoulders and feet have been punched.

Literally, it won't hurt or itch.

Then, even if you go to jaw punching, you have to step in pretty deep.

Kanker sets his sword straight, flat-eyed.

A flat blue eye is a way to tilt the sword slightly so as to hide the arm that holds the reins.

Doing so makes it easier to prevent attacks on the foremost handshake in your body.

Blah, that hand is covered with armor, too, so tilting the sword doesn't make much sense.

Maybe it's the flushing teachings that Kanker has mastered that are staining his body.

Suppose I forced myself out of here and went to hit my chin.

Kanker would just move his shoulder or head a little and be calmly struck.

Then I take another step, well, if I have to, I'll stretch my arms, and I'll puncture my belly with a sledge and a sword.

No difficulty whatsoever.

My body is stretching forward with momentum, so I can't avoid it.

That's it.

Again, we just have to wait for Canker to move, and this one goes with it.

"Let's go."

I guess that's more of a word you said to yourself than to me.

A word in advance, Kanker began to move.

A thrust that stretches my entire body is aimed at my dovetail.

Half-step retreated to spot the intermission, un-pushing, and half-reflecting the blow together.

but the pounding momentum stops on the way and I stop the pita swing too.

The sword flipped and cut up for my arm.

Raise your left arm up and avoid slashing at the soot, but the canker did not stop moving.

With the momentum of the cut intact, he half-rotated his body and turned his sword back.

"Humph!"

Kanker has rolled his sword out of a twirling, slippery orbit as he treaded heavily into it.

Fly wide back.

The slaughter, which stretched his body as he stepped in, has grown unexpectedly.

In front of him, from the bottom to the top, a slaughter ran like slashing and tearing the air.

Ah, hey.

It's a big move you can't think of.

I don't know if it's a genre move, but it's probably one of those moves I've been practicing a lot.

I get cold sweats.

"Sounds like it's true you have bad legs. I'm sheltering."

Once again rebuilt the sword and altered the disturbed mood, Kanker began to say what he understood.

Today I'm going to talk.

"I hear you have broken armor too."

You want a ride?

"Do you still notice"

"Truth be told, I'm the one who bent it."

I tried to destroy the armor Kanker left behind.

It was impossible to deform the torso, but only the part of the arm, with the tip of his finger, tried to slap him on the tree several times.

I didn't see any distortion at first glance, but that seems to have been a good idea.

The canker seemed to have been fitted intact, but was deformed around the elbow, apparently causing problems with bending and stretching.

Not as loud as you can hear giggies, but there is a blunt (blistering) motion only when you bend and stretch your arms.

Thus, when confronted with seriousness, it was well understood.

If it hadn't been for that, it could have been slashed with an earlier blow.

Or was it because I didn't think the sword was clean or stretched enough?

"You didn't throw it away because you wasted money buying it back later?

And I said something provocative.

In fact, it also depends on the opponent's weapon whether it is better to wear armor or take it off.

but if it were me, if my armor was so bad as to deal with me, I would have thrown it away.

"It's a family heirloom armor. Because I'm poor."

"Right."

Well, you can see how poor the armor is made.

Crude armor.

Not some kind of armor that can be stored in a museum and communicated to future generations, but armor that, when no longer needed somewhere in history, is discarded, melted and becomes a knife or fork.

Naturally, I guess I'm rich compared to the poor, but I guess it's a house to the point where I can finally maintain a monopoly on armor.

Maybe that's why I encouraged you to train your sword.

It's hard to imagine.

"You know each other, they're not full. Well, these things aren't funny and bad either."

I said.

Considering my strength and circumstances, I'm still at a disadvantage.

Even assuming that the arm or scratch handles are as good, one is naked as the other, one wand.

It's about the jaw that works for the enemy, well, if you hit him in the head as much as you want, it'll work somewhat. What do you think?

I was somewhat optimistic because it was something I could say I won before, but I knew it would be hopeless if it wasn't a bomb.

"Right, suppose we start. Doesn't seem to move from there."

Can you move?

The moment I thought, Purn, and the blade grew.

Suck, slightly backward with sliding feet, avoiding on the brink, flashing steel passes in front of you.

The first slaughter can be seen out enough.

Kanker took an even bigger step, and the flash of return turned the sword differently.

Once turned, the long sword shows off its tracks as if it were going to snap its legs off.

I've been aiming at my legs with horrible movements.

I immediately pulled my right leg forward and put my sword away.

But Kanker takes another step and rolls out more swords.

I pulled my left foot, and when I threw it, I stepped on the ground with my toes, and when the skin on my soles stretched, I felt the pain of running.

It feels like the stitches are tight and the skin is ripped to pieces.

Unexpectedly, face.

Oh, no.

The thought passes through the back of my brain.

Even if we keep falling back, it won't last.

Because of the injury, Kanker's chase speed is faster than the rate at which he retreats.

In that case, no matter how much you retreat, Canker's sword will reach my body soon.

And Kanker has rolled out more swords aimed at his legs.

I had my hands on it.

Instead of falling back, take a step forward.

He protruded his wand before the sword arrived, poking Kanker's chest with a sideburn cross tree.

Perhaps nearly 100 kg of weight, including armor, was as heavy as pressed rocks.

When the wand made of sturdy spear patterns thrust with such momentum that it killed the momentum, the lighter weight self was flown away.

Somehow, I succeed in taking the distance.

Kanker just rebuilt it.

It wasn't quite an adventure for me, but it didn't cut my energy for Canker, and naturally it's not damaged.

I just rebuilt it.

In contrast, I have blunt pain in the soles of my feet.

The yarn is cramped and there are even slight signs of bleeding.

It's me that's being shredded.

I knew it from the beginning, but with the soles of my feet like this, it's impossible to approach them with a short knife.

Because of his impotence, he has Zukunzukun and painful pain, and from around his ankle down, he is as crimson as a red and black blood bag.

Like yesterday, scratching a sword with a quick figure would be another dream of a dream.

"Huh."

No, you can't.

It's packed.

Not in the normal way.

"... abandoning oneself is the only thing that floats, is that it?"

Unexpectedly Japanese was out with his mouth shut.

…… What did you just say?

Surprisingly, Kanker asked.

I said, "I'll finish next."

I'm ready for what I need.

When I held the cane in my hands, I shook it several times to make sure I was in time, lowering gently.

Finally, with one hand, he shakes with his arms extended from his shoulder with the pattern's fundamentals.

Bu 'un, and the wand slays the wind.

If I did the same thing a few more times, Kanker would move and the wand would be slashed in two all the time at the spa.

That was just missed.

But I found that if I went swinging with one hand, I could earn more reach than I thought.

"Next, I'm gonna end up hitting you in the head"

"... right"

What did Kanker think of my remarks and actions earlier?

Do you think I'm after you?

Or do you think they're after us first?

Either way, I am not a master of martial arts, so I can't perceive the signs of movement and control ahead, or use such high technology.

Watch Kanker move and pierce his jaw before he moves. Oh, my God, I can't.

One thing I can tell is, if I were to move, Canker would want to cut the cane first and drop it. That is.

Where a person with bad legs had a short knife or something, nothing can be done about a canker opponent.

Shorten my crutches first.

That way, like earlier, when I was in the blade area, they would shove me in the chest and push me away. There is no such thing.

I can't rely on this long wand, but without it, there's no way to fathom me without my legs.

The earlier expansion would have been over had it not been for the wand.

First, shorten the cane, then follow it, finally slaughter it.

That's the safest method of warfare for Kanker.

No difficulty whatsoever.

I can already see the stuffing muscles, but I don't need to do strange adventures or anything.

"Ugh..."

I held my wand with both hands, and set it on the great upper level like I was going to rush through heaven.

Kanker's eyes turn to surprise for a moment.

That would be so.

The structure of the large upper stage is, of course, derived from the motion of swinging it down.

A blow to the head from the Great Upper Stage can be the quickest and most powerful blow of all erections, but the top of Canker's skull is protected by a helmet.

You should be able to feel a big shock and spark your sight where you've had the most insidious blow: a direct blow to the brain from the top.

The shoulders are similarly protected, so nothing will happen to the extent that they break the clavicle.

I try to draw an arc and strike my jaw from the top of the diagonal, because I can't do it, but if I change the direction of power, I lose my power, so it's hard to faint with one blow.

If you're going to stun him with a single blow, you're right to shoulder him like you just did and punch him in the jaw like a baseball bat.

Whatever I do, if I don't let him faint in one blow, it's Canker who will survive the crossing.

"Let's go."

Huh, exhaled briefly, and I stepped in.

At the same time, with the momentum of smashing Kanker's skull with every helmet, he waves his wand down.

As soon as my stepped foot was on the ground, I stopped vitally.

Short stiffness, as if the whole flesh had turned to stone.

Kanker was reacting to my full face.

I'm waving up my thoughtless sword and trying to cut my wand.

but there is no wand there.

The instant judgment is overhead.

Fear passes.

The horrible thing was that Canker would come poking at each body ignoring the blow.

Being hit in the head, ignoring being hit in the jaw, was coming to take my life in a straight line.

but it wasn't, and Kanker was only obsessed with cutting the wand.

Kanker's long sword passed from bottom to top in front of me and stopped in the air.

Then he flipped and flipped his sword, took another step, and waved it down as he stretched to capture me.

I knew it would work that way.

Kanker's swordsmanship is not a quiet sword.

It is a pig-like sword that swords from the sword, the next, and finally slashes the enemy.

I'm always willing to attack those swords.

I've been attacked several times before, observed with my eyes, and I remember.

Instead of chasing you with sliding feet like a dojo archery, you can also step in alternately.

I kicked the ground with both legs and flew behind.

While flying, I put no force anywhere, then let the twig go on the bonfire, and put the wand in my hand (...) and (...) (...).

The wand, unleashed with a thrusting hand, flutters up only a short parabola in the air.

Canker's intense stepping kicks sharply at the patterned area.

A sword rolled out at the same time as the stepping in slashes and tears apart a space that would still have had a body if it hadn't flown behind it.

There are no more wands.

Just like earlier, if they keep rolling out slaughter after slaughter, I'm done.

but the wand is under Kanker's feet.

If this was just a stick for a long time, Canker would have kicked me over.

However, a cane processed as a crutch has no center of gravity in the middle.

It's got extra stuff on it. I'm biased in mass that way.

The pattern, kicked away by the aggressive momentum of the conch, arcs loudly at Guru.

By contrast, he drew a sharp, short arc and entered the gap between the two legs of the canker, sully.

Kanker's eyes convince him of victory.

Obviously, I'm within the bounds of an agreement, and I put out a special sword trying to rip me apart with my bare hands.

At the same time stepping in, the right foot kicks the half-rotated cane pattern, again.

Unlike when I kicked it before, Yokogi on the other side of the pattern was perfectly stuck to my left heel.

My legs were (...) also (...).

Canker, with his legs tied together, fell out of balance in an instant.

That can't be corrected to the point of stepping on it, and it's enough momentum to get on your knees.

Exactly coveted.

My body was reacting to a gap that made me want to drool.

Step in gently with your uninjured right foot and stand on your left knee without killing the momentum of the forward movement.

That's just how it works.

In extreme concentration, the scenery flows slowly.

Kanker's face, far away by hopelessness, approaches an affordable position, indefensible.

A healthy right foot kicks the ground supple, and the momentum of a body stretched out at once rides further on the knee accelerated by the femoral muscles.

The knee entered so that it was sucked into Kanker's face.

The feeling of hissing meat and crushing bones armored with meat all at once.

At the end of the staggering, Kanker collapsed on the spot.

"Ha... ha"

When it was over, the sense of vanity pushed in, as if the thread of tension had been broken.

I'm not exercising enough to run out of breath, but for some reason I'm out of breath and breathe with my mouth slightly.

"I won"

The fact was hard to believe.

"We won."

When I mouthed it, an indescribable emptiness lingered on my spine.

It was a mistake to win.

Canker's not dead yet.

View Canker.

He was lying on his back and unconscious, didn't even move Pickle, and let go of his long sword.

but he's not dead yet.

Should be.

He's just unconscious with a concussion or something, and I guess he's still breathing.

I kicked a long sword and went far beyond my reach.

Canker doesn't resist at all.

You have to kill him now.

Keeping Kanker alive here could kill me and Carol later.

I took off Kanker's helmet.

Again, there is no resistance.

On the edge of his heart, resistance to the killing struck him as if he had not.

I already have many people in my hands.

But it is my first experience to try to kill a man who has spoken even temporarily, not as an end to slaughter and knot, but as such again.

But I don't have the option, for example, to tie it up and keep it harmless until I get out of the safe zone.

If someone opens up the canker, a life-threatening death fight like the one we have now may now begin under worse conditions, and the enemy will know which way Carol exists.

If there is a god in this world who presides over Mori Wan, and he absolutely lets us fulfill our verbal promises, it may also be ant that we release Carol on condition that he hides her presence.

but there is no such god in reality.

Making sure people have a relationship of trust and don't have to deal with their lives seems easy and difficult to be cruel.

No, isn't that a problem?

I am the one who can cross the line without feeling as hurdled about these murders.

That's all we're talking about.

I turned my arm around the neck of a naked canker and tightened my carotid artery.

After about five minutes of behavior and checking for breathing and cardiac arrest, I put Kanker to sleep on his back.

Seeing Kanker's face for the first time now, the blow was inflicted on the wound with a short knife, a tragedy that made him want to cover his eyes.

Put a cloth on your face.

And then... let's at least keep it for a funeral.

Um, I thought I learned it from Dr. Etha once, but I wonder what it was.

You put a cross over your chest first, didn't you?

On the battlefield, you shouldn't mind a sword with a bump.

I put Canker's long sword over my chest.

"Almighty Lord, give this man a holy sign that will lead him to the underworld, taking a step on his journey to the Shadow House, at the end of his life in this world. This man, who fulfilled his holy service, is now in the land. He is therefore one who should walk on a journey to the Holy Land without straying. Give this man the Holy Mark. Aliluia '

I'm not a priest, or baptized. It doesn't make sense if I do this, but I'll be rested.

Holy marks are one of the four lines of the "Grand Mysterion", so they mean a lot to them.

Those four are about baptism, confession, marriage, and holy marks, not including cluttered secrets, which are the secrets of the hierarchy of oaths.

The origin is the mystery that exists in the scriptures written by Isis himself.

If we do not do this, we will not be forever lost on the path to the afterlife in Islam...... but nuanced, we are more likely to get lost because we do not have proper signposts.

In other words, it is a funeral and needs to be performed promptly after death, supposedly.

Dead people who don't do this seem to be in a much better social position.

I used my knife cuttings to write a sentence on Canker's armor.

He who walks unhindered on the path to the Yin Dynasty by the guidance of the Holy Mark.

The first name is Kanker Willens.

Now, even after the body was recovered, yeah, someone did the secret. You're not lost. Supposedly, the survivors can be relieved.

If the body is recovered, we'll talk about it.

But isn't it convincing if it doesn't say who did it?

Jugneau

And I wrote my name down small at the end.