The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

I think the most inconvenient thing about coming to this world is that there is no internet.

Internet. A symbol of modern civilization. Treasure trove of wisdom. A thread of electrons that connects anywhere.

If you look it up, it's on everything.

Something I want to know, something I don't know, something strange.

And I'm connected to anyone.

For example - people who want to see you, people who want to get in touch with you, people who want to talk to you, people who don't know you.

So now I want the internet, he said.

I think so, looking up at the sunny sky.

Sure, Soichi, you must be at some school, so there must be some time.

I was wondering if you could call it a minute and crusade the oak.

Demonic exorcisms, brave men's work.

"Mr. Range, how's this hole?"

Miss Francesca talks to me, breathing on my shoulders, thinking silly things.

The look is full of confidence and a full smile.

My hair sticks to my sweaty, wet forehead and even makes me feel dazzled with a radiant smile.

... I know what you're talking about.

I wonder if my old daughter would say holes or something out loud? As far as I'm concerned, it's a nice thing to welcome.

If your parents find out, they could kill you. Turn your gaze to the pitfalls made by Miss Francesca while thinking like any other HR.

"Isn't that bad?

"Okay."

It is eighty centimetres wide and about 2.5 meters deep. It's a fine hole for me to fit perfectly.

If the oak falls, you can't crawl up, it's arguably an exquisite size.

Miss Francesca holds both hands and appeals to joy.

I wonder how happy I was, it also seemed like I was crying a little bit.

Well, if they made nearly fifty pits, would they cry?

"Well, let's fill the hole next"

…………

"When I dig it, I bury it. If you had holes all around the streets, someone would be mad at you?

"... I made him dig, even though he's Mr. Range"

"It's okay. I'll help you out."

I'm a little busty. Bearing a bitter smile at Miss Francesca, I take on the shoulder a scoop borrowed from a villager.

Look at me like that, lady Francesca sighing.

"Uh... after Ami made the pit, too, you were like that. In the beginning. '

Mm-hmm. It's a nostalgic memory.

Then a hole-digging magician could be called a gift of education.

That was a tragic incident, really. It could be described as the black history of The Great Demon Instructor. I still dig holes, though.

Nostalgic for her old memories, she scoops apart the soil piled up like a mountain beside Miss Francesca.

Keep it up, throw it into a nearby hole.

"But Mr. Range can't use magic, can he?

"Yeah?"

When I was filling the hole, Miss Francesca asked me in wonder.

By the way, the other side is carrying soil with sorcery.

I knew magic was handy, I double-checked.

"How are you familiar with magic?

"You don't know anything about it. I guess."

"That's not true. At least, I think Mr. Range can come up with the magic of the pit."

Wouldn't you?

Well, maybe someone somewhere used it. Pitfalls.

"It's often said. He said he had a weird idea."

The way I think of witchcraft is similar to elves and pixies... subhuman spiritual witchcraft.

A person who specializes in direct attack witchcraft.

In contrast, the subhumans specialize in surprise attacks, restraints, and state abnormalities - indirect sorcery.

Human and subhuman interaction has been around since recent years.

We deepened our interaction because we had a common enemy called the Demon God.

Before that, we didn't have to contend, but we decided on each other's inviolability.

A human being who cuts nature open, burns it down and extends its territory.

Subman who lives with nature and thanks the earth.

Can it be said that there is no compatibility?

In that sense, maybe I'm grateful to the demon gods.

Well, that was the relationship. We're not close enough to each other to teach each other the magic system.

Unless you're as special as we are, you won't know.

'Cause you're the weirdest, the range.'

I wonder why you say it happily there, my partner.

Exhale with a slight wound to your heart, which is very unlikely to be delicate.

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

They usually apologize for what you thought of me like that.

I want you to stop because that will scratch you.

After that, the two of us fill the hole as we talk about other things that we don't love.

About my previous journey, about what I did before the adventurer, and how I became an adventurer.

It was all about me for some reason, but I guess adventure tan is good entertainment for the lady.

Wonder and the oak thing didn't come up on the subject, maybe because I was scared?

Tomorrow, we will fight.

Rest as you are today and try in full swing.

I didn't say it to you, but Miss Francesca must also be aware of it. Even as I was laughing brightly, my expression was getting a little stiff.

"It's okay."

Finish filling the hole and play the medal (Ermenhilde) with your fingers.

Reflect the sunset and grab your partner around the circle with his hands glittering.

"Table."

When you open your gripping hand, the table is as declared.

"It goes well. We will accomplish our request safely."

When I proclaimed that, I felt some relief in the expression I was tenacious about.

Well, actually, I'm checking the surface or the back when I grab it.

I have that much kinetic vision. Different worlds correction (cheats) are not Dada.

"As usual, your mouth turns well, the range is"

To that groaning voice, I smile back bitterly. Adults are filthy things, Elmen Hilde.

Tane and tricks, but just right to reassure you.

When I grinned with Scoop on my shoulder, which I no longer needed, I was returned with a grin.

If this is how you get a laugh, cheating isn't bad either.

The next morning, during the still bleak hours, we came to the forest entrance before the sun began to rise.

If you're alive, you need sleep, and you're hungry.

Even the oak sleeps at night and eats breakfast.

It's an operation to wake up or strike halfway through breakfast. We don't attack at night because we could get lost in the woods at night.

I'm used to walking in the woods, but I don't even want to use the lights because I'm planning an ambush. You are likely to get lost.

If Miss Francesca is here, it's all the more so.

"Is it going to be okay?

"Well, if Miss Francesca will stand around well, she'll be fine."

"... already"

Young grass coloured trousers in tunic, feathers of jacket (cape) on top and a small swing of iron knife on the waist.

And then he carries a small bag of wound pills.

There won't be much use for wound medication. After the battle.

It's not as immediate as the game's healing pills (potions), so it's very unusable during combat.

He's the most trustworthy partner in his pocket. My usual gear. Ready.

Miss Francesca is checking her gear as she fingers the clasp on the breastplate of the skin.

"Are you okay with such a light outfit?

"The attack of the oak is over if you hit it. Whether equipped with heavy armor or, the contents will not work."

It's much safer to avoid it than that.

If you're a magician, Miss Francesca, you just need to be powerless in a pit from out of range.

The equipment has been inspected and we proceed through the forest.

I know where it is. If I hadn't moved my address from there,

"Mr. Range is amazing."

How long would you have walked?

Walking in the woods makes me feel less like time.

Miss Francesca is chasing after me at a distance I can't leave without.

Approximately 80% of the time I walked to my destination, and Miss Francesca talked to me.

We've been silent with each other since we went into the woods, so I'm a little surprised.

I don't know if you can read the air or keep your mouth shut until Elmen Hilde.

Well, since Miss Francesca can't reply with me by her side, it would end up being an extension of the solitary.

... Is that torture?

From time to time create a pit, trap it, and mark the place.

If so, it is used to escape.

"What?

I return my voice to the pit I built, with a lid in the grass.

"There are twelve orcs, as usual."

Wouldn't you?

Usually talk more. I enjoy watching Miss Francesca say a fool or not used to walking in the woods haha.

Thinking about it, I'm sure I'm nervous, too.

Killed the demon god. I fought the Demon Clan and the Demon King.

Still, I'm scared.

Humans die easily. Because I know about it. And because I'm human, too.

Even if they say we're heroes, we're human beings too.

"I'm scared. My hands are shaking."

"Right."

Neither could I.

Because I'm a senior, older, man.

Always is.

My people were younger than me. Only one fellow my age was a woman.

So I couldn't make a weak sound, I wasn't afraid, I wasn't frustrated, I didn't cry if I suffered a scratch that seemed to cry.

I had to.

Because I'm older, I'm a man, I'm an adult.

... I think it's a loss. Really.

Forests, dark places, don't be silent. I just think in the wrong direction.

Get up and resume moving on.

"I'm fine. You will not die."

Just put it that way.

Doesn't make sense.

When he dies, he dies, and whoever survives under any circumstances survives.

So there's no point in me saying that.

The silence was painful and put into words, that's all.

"Yes."

But if I can reassure you with that one word, I'll tell you as many times as I can.

I think so. I'm not strong enough to show by attitude or strength.

My "ability to kill God" (cheat) is terribly weak. It can only be used in limited circumstances.

That's why, unlike the other twelve, I'm the weakest.

"What?

Unconsciously, he was stroking Ermenhilde in his pocket.

Doesn't make sense. It's just - it just distracted my anxiety.

"To the habit of the weak, really."

You don't have to say that.

I'm a man, I'm an adult. Whether you want to cry, be scared, or tremble, you can't make weak noises.

That's what it's all about, me.

"Range doesn't die. I'm here."

Ah, hey.

I grinned bitterly and stroked the medal in my pocket just one more time.

While we were doing so, we arrived at the place of destination.

Let's dive into the bushes and look around.

Oak settlement.

The number is… XIV.

"Don't get any more."

"... sleeping?

At the end of his sight, the oak lay down and slept in an open place that he had made by knocking down the trees.

Some pillow on stumps, some pillow on gains, and some pillow on companions.

A bunch of drunkards? I think Miss Francesca's nervousness is somewhat relieved by the human or old man's smelly tricks.

"Even demons sleep."

"Really?"

"Didn't the college tell you this?

"... ooh"

Apparently they won't tell me.

I had told you beforehand, but you must have been half-hearted. A little talk eased the tension even further.

It's the School of Magic, and I guess I'm just studying witchcraft.

Imagine being more academically savvy than fighting demons.

"Is the first phase of the operation successful?"

"Right."

It would have been a crush from unintentional strikes if the orcs had been completely awake here.

This would disable more than half of them first.

A little relief, look for the black oak in question.

But he's not here.

I've moved the place and looked for it, but I can't find it. Aren't you in this group?

It's a new breed, don't you think they took it off your crew?

I'm the leader of this group. Probably somewhere else.

You can look, but I don't know when this group will wake up.

The sun will soon rise to a noticeable height. We don't have time for that until the orcs wake up.

"Disable Miscellaneous Fish First"

"Is the oak a miscellaneous fish...... yes"

That's what I think, but I guess demons are still a threat to residents of this world, even lower levels.

Even if that's a magician.

"Perhaps a black oak will break in along the way"

"Black?"

"Oh, black"

Other than that, there is no need for expression.

Except for the fact that my skin is black, it's not much different from normal oak.

"I'll take care of him. Don't force Miss Francesca, keep your distance and drop the regular oak into the pit."

"Black...... is it because of that oak that the orcs gathered so much?

"Well. I'm not even a scholar."

The reason the orcs got together is if the smart guys think about it.

I just do what I can.

Oak crusade.

Pull the iron knife out of your hips.

Turn your gaze only for a moment towards an unforgiving fullness and take one sigh.

"Use me when you're in danger."

"I know -"

Take one deep breath.

Are you nervous or exalted? The heart moves fast.

But I didn't scratch a sweat on my hand holding the knife.

Miss Francesca also pulls out a short sword about seventy centimeters across the blade.

My cut was trembling.

"It's okay."

Say it again.

"You will not die."

Accidental hitting was a success.

Eight oaks are dropped into a pit, and the other oaks wake up to their astonished voices.

Still, they're all confused, and they don't act like mattomos.

He was searching for prey and panicking when he saw his fallen companion.

He jumped out of the bush and fleshed to the nearest oak.

I wave my fist up against a surprised but sudden intruder, but I slash its side with an iron knife faster than it can be shaken down.

Instead of being shallow, the blade doesn't pass.

"Shit."

"You're a catfish."

Totally.

I had expected it, but if I didn't actually get through, I'd also like to tongue it.

But one of the orcs distracted by an intruder named me falls into a pit made by Miss Francesca.

If all of a sudden a pit appears at your feet, a blunt oak will not help.

Five left.

Two orcs shake up their gains in front of me, not caring about their fallen buddies.

"Hmm."

Move into such a position as to come between those two and kick one oak knee from the side.

Oak's legs are short. That's because you can't support your enlarged torso with elongated legs like humans.

Elongated legs are not good at small turns without being able to support their weight.

It was shaped like being pinched by an oak, but neither of us has even turned towards me yet.

Kick again. Now put more effort into it.

Now he made a blunt noise and broke the oak knee in an impossible direction.

Enhanced leg strength with different world corrections (cheats). Seriously, if you kick it, even the big guy can blow it.

Kick and crush one knee of oak with that leg strength.

You don't understand what happened to you, orc moves stop.

The orc on the other side pinching me finally turns to me and almost swings up the score.

"Mr. Range."

Ignore Miss Francesca's voice.

Avoid the blow that is shaken down with a single piece of paper, and the head of an orc that is crushed and immobilized by the knee is crushed by a buddy blow.

If you can't do it with an iron knife, you just have to stop it with a more powerful blow.

Blunt oak is outfitting.

Four left. Plus, the oak in my front is pulled by gravity and falling off.

Right at your feet, a pig reaches out to heaven to crawl out of a hole.

But my fingers reach the abyss of the hole, but I don't seem to have enough arm power to lift my weight.

"Three more"

Those three come running from the other side.

Retreat to its force and run out avoiding the pitfalls as they are.

I'm not running away.

"Pitfalls!

A pit is created on my path. Jump over it and groan in the back.

Looking back, the orcs chasing me were down to two.

The slightest anticipation springs up in my chest as to whether I can keep this up.

But the two men who judged Miss Francesca a threat more than I did run in the opposite direction.

He stops in a hurry and chases an orc who ignores me and runs out.

My legs are slow, so I'll catch up right away and kick that back with all my might.

Drop one straight into the pit.

"It's a terrible way to fight...... it's dead, isn't it just one"

"If you can fight it safely, fine."

Follow the other one - with your eyes, while at the same time you see black oak in your vision.

The fact that the water is dripping makes me feel like a water bather when I wake up.

He's a luxurious guy. But I was convinced that there was a lot of intelligence. It's weird to have an oak in the water.

You rushed back, you're already breathing.

"Miss Francesca."

"Yes."

A pit is generated at its foot.

But he jumped back early for a moment and was avoided.

- On top of being smart, are you agile?

And then the rest of the orc, united, goes without hesitation to Miss Francesca.

"Run! Calm down..."

"Avoid, Range!

I tried to put my words on Miss Francesca.

Because there was a mass of rock floating over the head of a black oak.

I know, Sole is.

"Orcs are magic!?

At the same time as I jump out in a hurry, a huge human rock slams me where I was until a moment ago.

The ground is decided, the soil splashes. I was also surprised by its power, but I was about to fall straight into the pit and rush to get in shape.

I've never seen an orc use magic before.

I don't know how smart you are, but you have magic. There are some irregularities.

Suddenly my thoughts are confused and I lose sight of the black oak.

"Are you hurt?

None.

Respond concisely and place the iron knife in your right hand.

Keep your hips low and look around. Holes, holes, holes. The black oak......

"Mr. Range, are you okay!?

"It's all right! than that, so-"

That way, sooner than I hear, a black oak captures Miss Francesca.

Now the atmosphere is distorted. The appearance of a black oak rocks like a pneumonia.

"Isn't it just the rocks!?

Run out. At the same time, a hole was created at the foot of the black oak.

Now it falls into that hole...... was it shallow or the fall stops around the knee.

But the magic trick seems to have been stopped.

Good use. That kid might have the talent of a pitfall-based magician.

With such an idiotic thought, she moves Miss Francesca to a position covering her back in that gap and runs in a straight line toward the black oak.

Bumo, and the black oak rings.

Turn to its belly and set up a knife. If you can't cut it, just break through.

This oak ends here. It's definitely dangerous to be an orc using witchcraft.

Be alert that it's just an oak, and how much damage...

"Yikes!?

Turn your gaze towards Miss Francesca without holding your feet to a sudden scream.

There was a figure of a companion strangled with wings by an oak.

I notice there that you missed the last one with attention to the black oak.

And -.

"Oh, I bet you are"

A black oak turns to me, stretches out his arm. Behind you, Miss Francesca, detained by an oak. I cannot avoid the sorcery that is unleashed.

At the end of the hand is the sphere of the great flame of man. Dark, dark, familiar flame.

Black oak and gaze overlap. Niyali, I thought I laughed.

Stop the leg that was headed for the black oak and put your strength into the hand holding the iron knife.

Get a flame? I can't, that flame can't be prevented by the tunic I'm wearing right now.

Miss Francesca will die if you like...

"Damn it."

Rare, Hermenhilde's hurried voice.

That voice calms me down.

The black flames get huge. Sole, which was the size of a human being, gets even bigger two times.

Instead of me or Miss Francesca, I'm about to swallow up to my buddy Orc.

That would be the case, too. That flame, that's what it is.

I know. How many enemies and how many companions the flame swallowed.

"Elmenhilde, help me!

- Copy that.

My (Lianshi Yamada) "God Killing Power" (Cheat) is terribly weak. It can only be used in limited circumstances.

That's why, unlike the other twelve, I'm the weakest.

But under certain circumstances.

If a situation meets a number of conditions.

I'm definitely one of the God-killers.