The Failed Swordsman Who Became the Strongest After Spamming the 100 Million Years Button

Somehow, Zele seemed to know something about my last name (...).

"Hey, what's your name?"

The guy who got down on the ground slowly asked him to make a point here.

(It's rude to hide your name, even though you're claiming the other side first.)

I decided so and decided to give myself.

"... Allen-Rodol"

"Is it of the Loedle family anyway? I'm sure it'll be so easy to find ...!"

Zelle offered an offer with a complex smile, mixed with emotions.

"I have a lot of questions to ask you. If you wash and vomit, only your life will help ...?"

: Honestly, I don't know what this guy is saying.

"Well, where do you misunderstand the 'Roddle family' ...?"

"Huh, it's useless to get a blur. "

He said so and raised his sword high.

"If you don't want to talk, just brutely vomit! Spells-Raigiku!"

When Zele swings his sword down, jet-black lightning strikes from its tip.

(Fast ... but Idra's faster ...!)

In response to the approaching thunder, I cut off with a robe.

Then the next moment-the jet-black thunder entangled in the sword like an ivy.

From the blade to the brim, from the brim to the handle, the thunder of Zele approached my body with the help of the sword.

"What is this !?"

"Hah, a fool! It's too late to wear the Darkness of Lord! Now! Look at the thunderous hell!"

The guy who was convinced of the victory shouted,

"……Hmm?"

I tilted my neck.

The lightning, like ivy, touched my hand the moment it disappeared as dust.

"Lah, the thunderstorm has disappeared ...? You ... why the spell doesn't work !? What kind of magic have you been using since?

Zele, who is greatly upset, points his finger at this point.

"What's the first, what is that evil darkness ...? What happened to the Lord's" Sacred Darkness "?"

"That's right ..."

The darkness of the guys was evil from the beginning, and the sacred darkness is completely unknown.

"... a strange body that doesn't work with spells, a darkness that's so dirty from sacredness. You really belong to the Loddle family ...?"

"That's why ... I've already said that it's different from the Loedle family ..."

I turn my eyes around while talking about such a story.

(... I don't like it. If it were a long battle, everyone would be killed ...)

Tenshi who fell down on the floor was repeating rough breathing.

Large sweat is floating on the forehead, and the face is slightly reddish because of the terrible heat.

Apparently, the curse of Seele seems to be quite powerful.

(It seems better to hurry the game ...)

I squeezed the pseudo black sword, which was hardened in the dark,

"--Next is here!"

In one step, we made contact with Zele.

"That ... spell-sorrow!"

If he snaps his finger, a lot of black water will spring up from the empty space.

But- the moment it touched my body, it disappeared as black particles.

"No way, until the storm ...?!"

I hit eight slashes into the place where he stepped aside.

"Yachi no Sword-Yatagarasu!"

"Don't lick it ...!"

Zele completely prevented eight slashes, despite the delayed one-beat response.

(... it's terrible reaction speed and sword speed.)

When the eight sparks flutter in the air, I release more rags.

"Huh!"

In line with that, Zeele slashed in exactly the same orbit.

"Sora!"

The sword and the sword collide violently, and a hard sound is heard.

The Tsubaze relationship from the front, born in this way,

"Even if the spell doesn't work ... we're not vulnerable!"

The army went to Seele.

"Guh !?"

I was greatly blown away and take a passive turn in the air.

(Damn, how stupid ...?!?)

Sometimes we look down on human beings as “inferior races” and put their strength on our nose.

(… It ’s awkward)

Strength is the basis of all swordsmanship.

With the current situation being differentiated there, the battle ahead is going to be painful.

(While the wear is great, you have to do it ...!)

Tenshi-sama are dangerous if they are too nervous.

I deploy my soul dress to decide the game immediately.

"Destroy-!"

"True Black Sword" appeared as if tearing up the empty space.

A dark sword, with its blade, handle, and tsuba, all colored in jet black.

If you hold the handle, the terrible darkness like a storm will blow.

(Okay, this is fine ......!)

The great power that springs from the bottom of the body.

I wore a jet-black garment on my body and took a forward leaning posture.

Then-.

"Is that black sword (...) no way ...?!"

Seele stared at the black sword and was trembling alone.

"I see. (...) That's (...) ... that's why the spell doesn't work .... That's why we're wearing a grim darkness ..."

He nodded many times as soon as he got the point,

"But-apparently," immature "is still a good place."

I just lifted my corner as soon as I found a win.

"……What do you mean?"

"You are not using that terrible power at all. Evidence of that-my neck is (...,) still connected (...,) (...,)."

Zele said that and pounded his own neck.

"If I really controlled that power, I would have been killed at least three times already."

Somehow, he seems to be aware of the power of .

It seems that this power is such that this arrogant guy can admit his defeat.

"Anyway, you'll kill here anyway! Before you grow up into a monster that no one can afford, because you're so immature nowadays you must kill it!"

Zele shouted, and threw her sword in her back.

Apparently demons can use this power (...).

"Delivery-!"

At that moment, his soul appears as if torn the space.

Seele squeezed it firmly and turned its cutting edge here.

"For the order and well-being of the world, you will die here-Allen-Roadloot!"

"If you put your hand on the rear, you'll see the correspondingly painful eyes-Zele-Grazario!"

This was the end of the struggle between me and Zele Grazario.