The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

The Great Sickle shook up to block the rays of the brilliant sun. The water column rose when he jumped backwards without poking at the gap, even though he said it was a big shake and full of gaps.

The state standing at sea level with Anastasia's support is very unstable, and only slight sea level changes are likely to disfigure me. There's no way we can do a decent slash in such a situation, and I'm thorough about taking it and avoiding it... but that's also a limitation. In the first place, there is an isolated difference in health between humans and demons.

You have to commit a danger somewhere.

When I think about it, I'm ready to get wet all over my body, stick it in the water curtain, and flash my sword (Ermen Hilde) at Shelfa's neck, who was in a position where I kept my score swinging down. However, even though it was covered with a concealer called a water curtain, the attack was avoided only by being misplaced from the upper body.

Instead of a piece of paper, a piece of skin. When I tongue the slight feeling I felt on the tip of my sword and spin a kurli in front of my eyes that is solidified with my sword swung out, the momentum causes the Great Sickle to shake off into a horizontal sword. The look I saw for a moment, because I was running around - seemed like a full smile like a girl.

... What we're doing is killing each other without any cute shards.

When you receive the tip of the sickle in the belly of your sword, step upon its power, save your foot by the waves and fall. Roll down the sea level - avoid the big sickle that is rolled down as it is.

"Damn."

"Hey, think about this one, too!

Get away from me.

"When I leave, I sink into the ocean."

Anastasia holding onto her jacket (cape) complains, so when she replies yelling at her, she loses and yells back.

But it's really hard to fight to stand at sea. The scaffolding looks jelly, and you just step in and you're out of shape. Of course, you can't even wave a sword properly in such a state.

I'm trying to survive until Fafnir manages to come and help me, but as long as I set my sights on the red and pitch-black dragons that are making the monster showdown (over the sky) away from Chillari, that's going to be difficult too.

Obviously, Fafnir is struggling. It's being pushed.

That dragon king. Soichi, Masaki-chan, and the heroes of different worlds who specialize in battle are pushed to the ground with the strongest dragons that were the best to drop.

In this case, I wonder if I have to do something about this place, but what I deal with is just as badass as Soichi and the others get paid back even if they bundle up. Rather, even this one can be considered the best just to survive. Clogging. Moreover, this equilibrium collapses quickly, even depending on the mood over there.

For some reason, Sherfa doesn't take the last step to see if she's too motivated or if she enjoys snoozing at me. Earlier, Shelfa was supposed to end up shooting magic at me rolling around. But the reality is only the pursuit in the Great Sickle.

Only sincere about the battle, or even if I was cautious, I didn't think it was a chronic personality. Well, thanks to you, I'm still alive.

"Here, Yamada Range. How many times do I know it's your bad habit to think when you're in the middle of a corner killing?

"It's not fun."

He says it in a gentle voice like telling a child, but the sickle in his hand is ruining everything.

When Sherfa takes a step, she falls back just as much with her hands set up the Divine Sword (Ermenhilde). Its Hermen Hilde is a state of slight emerald writing on the silver lining. There are two constraints that are liberating (clearing). Not very much, but not in a state where you can slash each other from the front with the Demon King.

Of course, if we were to use the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword on this occasion, it would just be crushed in one piece.

That's not how you buy time by keeping your distance. You don't boil your business to me, Shelfa packs your distance in a relaxed foothold.

Can't you do something about it?

"Well, what's going on?"

I answer to Elmen Hilde's voice in a deceptive manner, but I feel like raising my hands when I'm completely stuck on the inside.

I knew I was strong, but even if I was so clueless, I wouldn't even float a way to reward one arrow instead of the winning eye. No matter how many god kills they say, the reality of not being able to beat the Demon King has long been the same.

This is the limit for one person.

I'm weak. There is little protection from Astra and no magic or other shards. You can't strengthen your physical abilities or fight their magic.

That's what I know...

When I hear Fafnir complain about his pain, I don't even have time to say such weak sounds. Rehold the divine sword and capture Shelfa with both eyes.

No vigilance - I exhaled deeply when I saw the Demon King wrapping his confidence that he could even respond to an unexpected attack even if he was not vigilant. Empty your lungs and lighten your body a little.

It's an illusion. The body doesn't lighten up to this extent, and without oxygen, the time it can move is shorter. That's fine. Just expose yourself to danger, hunt yourself down, and sharpen your nerves. Anyway, I don't have enough skill to meet a couple of matches. Just one. Just a blow. For that reason alone, it makes my nerves point. Thin, long...... sharply.

I fought not to die until earlier, but now I turn my gaze to Shelfa on my chest with the will to make sure I get a blow in.

"Anastasia"

"- What?

You noticed my thoughts changed, and Anastasia's voice felt slightly stiff.

"If I give the signal, cut the magic."

"Huh?"

"Okay?

"But then, to the sea..."

Not responding, for the first time since I started fighting on the ocean, I head from me to Shelfa. Make sure the demon king's face is distorted into joy and stick it in from the front so that it can be considered foolish.

Battle-loving Shelfa prefers the collision of power and power from the front above all else. That would be the strong, but the weak, but unchanged.

Rather than, I don't know, get excited about situations (situations) where weak people are challenged from the front. I thought you were a pervert.

As she stood on the surface of the sea by magic to match her, Shelfa opened her legs slightly and took my attack. If you wave down your sword with the momentum to slap it into its shelfa, it will be prevented by a sickle pattern with both hands.

Sparks scatter and dull metal sounds reach your ears. The sword and the sickle play a critical and deafening sound.

There is a grin in Shelfa's mouth. I can easily tell that my strength and arm strength are still spared. I desperately devour my teeth and my arms tremble, but I have not been able to shake the Great Sickle slightly.

"Range, not from the front!?

"Fu ha-"

And I think I've broken my face, and I'm going to break this one off the sickle. As Shelfa thought, I was doing everything in my power to slap the sword, and I fell ill easily, and I stayed...

Anastasia.

As it is, momentum falls to sea level.

The unpleasant feeling of your whole body getting wet and your vision dyed white with air bubbles. But where Shelfa is, the shadows that the sun is making tell us.

The shadow - I shoved my sword up against the right sole of Shelfa's foot. Blood spreads to the clear blue sea with a definite response.

The feeling of being pulled out of your coat (cape) while trying to swim a little further away from the shelfa, pulling out your sword lightly for no use. Looking back in haste, someone was grasping up the hem of the jacket (cape) that was floating to the sea level due to buoyancy.

I don't even have to think about it... Shortly afterwards, I was pulled up so strong that my breath was going to jam, I was thrown down into the sky with that momentum.

A flash of flotation and a soft-backed drop to the soft sea level. There is no pain in falling to the surface of the sea, which can be described as jelly, but the feeling of its uniqueness is disgusting. Raising his face, Shelfa stood in a surprisingly remote position.

I wondered if they threw all this distance, and if it was on the ground, if I did poorly, I might have had a fracture or so. As always, the liver gets cold when it's bullshit power.

"Hmm. They took one of those."

And Shelfa was impressed for some reason with a finger wrapped around a bone nail (gauntlet) to her shaped jaw, even though she said she should have been pierced through the back of her leg.

Instead of walking on the surface of the sea as before, I come closer to you with my ravenous black wings stretching out of my back. For once, maybe my leg hurts. Although it is difficult to judge because there is no change in the expression.

Based on the condition, it is determined that there is little damage. Well, if you're the one who can do this to that extent, I'm not that bad at it either. I know it's not painless, but he's laughing even if it's bloody.

Even combat lovers can't laugh when they get that far.... I can't laugh at the fact that I'm about to get killed every time.

"As always, strange driving is a man who goes around a lot."

"I'm glad you compliment me."

"... in the dark, they say you can't win from the front."

"It's ironic."

Answer Hermenhilde's words in discipline and scratch up his forehead dripping sea water.

In the moment, the sun shines. It wasn't blocked by clouds - it's a black shadow. Shelfa looks up at the sky, fills the distance at once without being caught, and targets its neck.

But he jumps up his sword aiming at his neck, but his wet clothes are heavier and slightly sweeter to step in than he thought. It didn't reach my life (neck).

"No alarm, no gap."

With that said, Shelfa sets the sickle with both hands as she distorts her mouth.

Hmm. Though it would be foolish to look away in the middle of a killing. It doesn't make sense that we're taking our lives, that we're making extra discoveries, so wait a minute. There's no way I'm going through.

The alarm had slightly delivered the tip of the divine sword (Ermenhilde). On its white, thin neck, slightly scratched - there is blood.

Come on, it's good.

When you stroke that wound with a finger over a gauntlet made of demonic bones, you lick the blood attached to its fingertips. As always, that kind of trick is strange.

"What is it?

"Fafnir told me you lost your heart... how could you?"

But with that said, Shelfa turned the cut of the sickle downward. Instead, take your gaze off me.

This one becomes wary of that trick, which is not to be wary of earlier accidental strikes. And when I looked at the end of his gaze without relieving my guard, there was a red dragon assembled into a pitch-black dragon in the air.

The neck was devoured with a large (agate), and there was enough blood flowing from afar. As Fafnir opened his mouth toward the back of that pitch-black dragon, he spit out a flaming brace toward his back. Bathed with a brace that is hot enough to crystallize the soil, the lacquered black dragon releases Fafnir.

But Fafnir... fell to the surface without power.

"Faf!?

Anastasia screams when she moves toward me. Not so long ago, it was a shocking sight. King of dragons. Of all the things we know, some of the strongest Fafnir... lost.

Besides, is it? The pitch-black dragon with Fafnir down (creaking) opens its mouth wide toward Fafnir as it falls from the sky.

I know what that means. Even for me without magic, I feel so much magic gathering in that dragon with my skin. As dark as the pitch-black body stares dimly, I understand that that's all the high concentration of magic gathers.

It's like only where that dragon is is covered in black mist.

Then, at the same time as understanding, he waved and misted the sword necessary to counter Shelfa, instantly manifesting a jade bow.

"Let me do it -"

"Whoa."

The voice is right around the corner.

When I turned my gaze in haste, there was Shelfa's face so close that I could almost catch my breath.

"Can't you see someone else in front of a woman?

Tell him to stand aside, while flashing the sickle. Take an attack from close range, not a blade, but a sickle pattern behind your foot over your boot. Jump back with momentum and take your gaze to the pitch-black dragon.

You can turn the arrow to the bow, but Shelfa packs the distance before this one releases the arrow. The look stained with joy and I know very well that you are enjoying my reaction in a hurry.

For such a shelfa, Anastasia, who has been silent, manipulates the water and stops. When you think the splash is up, a water bullet about the size of a clench pours down like rain. But Sherfa pushes through the rain without worrying.

"Damn."

"Buy yourself some time."

Keep an eye on the arrow and set your aim. You don't have to shoot me down. All you have to do is divert attention.

But...

"Oops!

They hit me from the side, and I take my aim off. Arrows released while disoriented fly in unrelated directions.

"Ku - Shelfa!!

"Yes, they do."

Shelfa stands in between, as if to protect a pitch-black dragon.

Beyond that, a similarly pitch-black flame overflowing from the firebag peeks into the mouth of the pitch-black dragon that had set its aim for Fafnir.

The moment I see the sight, I rush into Shelfa with no measures or anything. In my hand, I still have a sword with jade writing on my silver body. I wave my sword to beat that anger to Shelfa, remembering the anger that resembles nausea to myself, which I cannot satisfactorily fight in this situation.

Pressed by the momentum of the sword, Shelfa steps back once he has. Stunning a grin that sticks to its beauty, slashing it twice and three times to disfigure it.

Try to ignore Shelfa as it is and head to Fafnir's -.

"There's nothing harder than really pissing you off."

- They poked me in the gap and hit me on the flank with a stone poke. Stuck breath, set aside for a moment and severe pain reaches the brain. I can't stand much pain and get on my knees.

"So, meh... fav!

And almost at the same time Anastasia shouts. Turning his gaze towards Fafnir's fallen, the water column rose as if a large bomb had exploded. Because of the heat of the braces, the water column instantly becomes water vapor and covers a strip.

The shock also shakes the surface of the ocean where we are. So much shock. That's all the attacks.

- That reminds me of the worst.

I leave it to my anger to try to get up, but I can't do that either to the pain in my stomach beaten with a stone poke. Chewing my lips at my pity tasted like blood.

"Hmm. Looks like it wasn't the Yamada Range, it was Fafnir."

Shelfa's face as she raised her face to that voice laughing at her temper - and a pitch-black dragon descended to refrain behind it.

"Hmm. I sat on the king's throne and played with my human daughter."

"You!

"So is your lord, queen of fairies. And God Kill (Yamada Range)"

Hearing that provocation, I think desperately. How to survive in this situation.

You can't die yet. Me, Hermenhilde, Anastasia. Even Fafnir hasn't identified the body yet. Too soon to give up.

It's enough to give up... after checking with these eyes.

"Hey, Shelfa"

"What the hell, Yamada Range"

There is still a joy in that voice, as provoking this one. But would the demon king I know, Shelfa, have been of this character?

I did involve my surroundings to fight, and there were few sacrifices in the battle between people and demons. But he shouldn't have had the personality to laugh at the dead. If that's what you admit to being, it's even worse. For Sherfa, Fafnir would have been enough opponent to laugh at death? The answer is no.

This is not a superior thing about trust, etc., but a discussion.

Does this provocation make any sense, too? Think with an angry, boiled head as you hand over to your aching flank.

"You, you didn't mean it earlier, did you?

"Is that what you want to hear? Boring."

That's what I said in my mouth...... Shelfa lowered the cut off of that sickle. Stinging suspiciously, he turned off his meagre smile and clasped his shoulder.

"Yes, I miss you when you're so disturbed."

"Do you have such a legitimate emotion?

Shelfa laughs at Heel Lang when I tell her to spit poison. I have no desire to kill. I think the fact that I lowered my cut indicates my intention to abort the fight. He likes to fight, he's irresistibly noisy in character, but, as I said earlier, he prefers to kill each other from the front. There's no way to be as surprised as I am, even if you're interested.

I know that kind of personality... but I don't even know when or how things will roll right now.

For better or worse, knowing a demon king named Shelfa makes me wonder how I should react to that action. You perceived my vigilance like that, Shelfa shrugged her shoulders.

"I thought you understood a little more about Non."

"... don't say anything disgusting"

"Here. Don't you dare put a kind word on a woman's stomach?"

When she takes the sickle to her shoulder laughing in a voice she doesn't know how serious she is, Shelfa gently slaps her neck with her fingers.

There was something like an unfamiliar black chalker. Would you have worn it before? I don't remember Shelfa's outfit because it was over a year ago, but I lean my neck against the suspicious behavior.

"I've got a lot of trouble. I looked at you because I wanted to ask you something. [M] After that, I have one thing I want."

What I want to hear. Is that why Shelfa has been raiding? What do you want... is my life?

"Yamada Range. I heard you restarted your family hunt, is that true?

"Family hunting...?

I tilt my neck when told in unfamiliar language, but the word sounded familiar. Pull it out of the corner of your memory.

Family hunting.

Me... or when we were on a demon crusade, the demons called it "family hunting" to take precedence over the demon gods' families who were rampant in Imnesia and the Elflame continent.

It's a nostalgic story. In the first place, we went around crusading not only the demon god's family, but also the demons and the demons... all the things that are doing harm to people. For the demons, the family of the demon gods would have been so important.

"No. You just found three on the way."

"Hmm. Between you and the others, I'm going to tell you that you started hunting for your family again. We're talking about raising your entire army and killing you, or waiting until the storm passes."

…………

How special are you people to me?

Instead of the whole army, this is how Shelfa said I could kill him. I mean, even if it's just one demon race, I don't feel like I can win.

You got my emotions like that, you looked at my face and broke my face like Shelfa saw something funny. If this isn't the situation, wouldn't it be a laugh to fall in love with?

"Is that all you want to hear?

"Uhm."

"Well, one from me, too"

"There you go. It's not fair to just ask."

Shelfa with her chest stretched just saying what I used to teach her and telling her to listen now. I can afford it. From that appearance, my feelings that I don't seem to know Shelfa still got my neck in my chest.

Anastasia on the shoulder stares without even trying to hide her anger, and Ermenhilde remains silent, but that would be less alarming.

"What's that dragon?

"Hmm?"

"I don't know what to say... it's weird that you're stronger than Fafnir"

He is the king of dragons. It is both an acknowledgement and the strongest dragon.

I don't know about dragons beyond Fafnir like that, and I wonder if Fafnir didn't know that from what happened earlier. Now, Anastasia, who should have been acting together all along, hasn't said anything.

I'm sure we haven't seen each other for a while... maybe it was just before he joined us.

"Hmm. I don't care what you ask."

"Why?"

In the light mouth of its shelfa, Anastasia raised an irritating voice. Sherfa and this black dragon are in the way to get to Fafnir. I guess that's why you're so frustrated.

And I don't feel like I'm taking any immediate action because of that.

"Nong and the others asked Yamada Range about the family hunt, because he was born after family eating."

…………

To the words, be silent. Anastasia, too, has solidified without saying anything back.

As he turned his gaze to the pitch-black dragon that stood behind Shelfa, he sounded his throat bored.

"... sane?

"Yeah?"

"Naifer is not your god. I can't believe you let the dragon feed his family..."

"That's insane."

Anastasia squeaks in a trembling voice. I'm not very religious, but in this world, people who become goddesses (Astraela), spiritual gods (Zeneria), demons (Naifer), and believers often (oops) sanctify God.

That's how people say they believe in God in our world.

It would be unbelievable from Ermenhilde and Anastasia, such as feeding the family of that God to dragons.

"You must be insane. The demon kings of Nong et al."

And the incredible words were spun.

"... the Demon King is not you..."

"Non has been relieved of his duties. Originally, even if I was interested in the battle, I wasn't interested in the reign."

Sherfa laughs at the fact that the Demons reign. Apparently, I'm not very interested in the title of Demon King. Originally a woman who kept fighting strong opponents and defeated even the Demon King as a result. I guess I'm not really interested.

I got some information out - rather, thanks to Shelfa talking to me, I was able to sort things out a little.

That is.

"The dragon is a Naifer vessel prepared by the Demons."

"Hmm. Do you know that much? Inspirational."

Astraela said the Demons were trying to resurrect Naifer. I don't know how, but I guess I'm trying to make this dragon eat the demon god's family and turn it into a vessel.

- Put aside the question as to whether that alone would bring Naifer back to life, and it is certain that the result produced a dragon beyond Fafnir.

"How much did you feed him?

"Well. I'm not interested."

Ten or twenty. Or more or less? How many of them will produce enough bucket stuff to exceed Fafnir? And how many family members of the demon god are left behind? How strong is this dragon?

"Non came here because he was ahead, but he wanted something."

"... is that my life?

"It's also fascinating, but you can beat the crap out of the front, in perfect condition."

So, what else?

"Do you want me to keep your Neifer shards?

――――

"Non came to get it."

Mulu - that black gem-like piece of heart that Zeneria gave to Utano.

That's what Utano has, not me... stupid To be honest, I still can't. Worst of all, this dragon that dropped Fafnir will be raging around on the continent of Imnesia.

How many sacrifices will it make if that happens?

With that in mind, I get my hands on the sachet I use as a luggage compartment that was hanging behind my hips. In it is a small gem to use as a substitute for road banking in times of need. It was chosen by Utano before he embarked on his journey, but he fishes inside with his fingers to look for gems with shapes similar to the shards of his heart in his memory.

If my predictions are correct, I'm sure this will work.

"Ermenhilde"

"What?

When I whisper so that Shelfa doesn't hear me, I feel my intentions and Elmen Hilde speaks out so that she can only hear me too.

"Do you have a magical gem?

"Magic?"

"Deceive Shelfa"

I don't know if I have magic, if Anastasia moves, I'll be on guard. When Elmen Hilde was asked to look at the gems, there were a number of gems that fit the criteria. And then, luck. Remove the gem you are grasping as you pray to Astraela, who has never prayed before that it is nearly black.

What I took out was a little dark, tiny gem called red balls (ruby).

... No. This is too red.

"Um, that's it"

Shelfa somehow said that when she endured a sigh of sigh even though she felt like losing the bet.

Turning to his surprised face, he's just offering his right hand, not telling him to just give it to him.

"In exchange for Master Naifer's heart, you can miss this place."

I wonder what you're talking about.

When he solidified without knowing the intent of the words, he also gently slapped something like a black chalker around his neck with a finger over a gauntlet made of demonic bones. There shouldn't have been any habit of slapping Shelfa in the neck.

"Just give it to me. Or... do you want to deal with Noon and the one who dropped Fafnir at the same time?

Again, something's wrong. Did Anastasia feel that too, her anger emotions fade and she has a puzzling look on her face.

But if so, what's the point of slapping him in the neck? Some of them are like the scratches I put on earlier and the black chalker.

With that in mind, throw the gem over.

"Um, this would be it. I don't know what a piece of heart looks like, but I can feel the magic and make no mistake."

And all of a sudden, whining in an explanatory tone, he jumped up to the back of a pitch-black dragon.

"Bye, Yamada Range. I'll miss you like I promised."

As the dragon raises its direction toward heaven, it wings and rises. You said you fought Fafnir, but there are few noticeable wounds.

… it was also a reminder that this dragon is so powerful.

"If this gem was fake. If you had plotted... it would be then that you would take his life immediately."

If you say that out loud so you can't beat the dragon wings, the dragon flies. The figure quickly became invisible.

When I dare to exhale in relief, I rise. I have a blunt pain in my flank and groan small.

"What about the fav!?

"Oh, let's hurry"

And as we made sure not to worry about the pain and headed to the place where Fafnir would have fallen - there was a dragon king floating to the surface exposed to scratches and pain.

"Faff!"

The wound is deep. Just looking, shoulders and belly. And wings.

One side of the blue sea is red stained with Fafnir's blood, with lustrous meat peeking from the wound. Scales that even play Ermenhilde's sword are worn out, and it's harder to find a safe spot. Anastasia is talking in tears about that scratchy figure. The fact that more than half of the body is sinking to the surface of the sea indicates that it is weak but breathing.

I exhale knowing that I'm still alive, but not responding also means I'm unconscious.

From the amount of blood dyeing the sea red, it can be seen that bleeding is also considerable. I have to make allowance somewhere......

"Anastasia"

"Faff! Open your eyes, faff."

Anastasia.

Rarely when Elmenhilde called Anastasia by name, Anastasia, who was upset by Fafnir's appearance, turned this way.

I can tell at a glance that those eyes are not strange no matter what time they spill tears and that's all I worry about Fafnir. The tighter I can tighten my chest, the more I know how that feels.

... I've felt so many times that I might lose my people.

So.

'All right. Fafnir is still alive. Calm down... if you're confused, who's going to help Fafnir?'

"... Huh?

"Look. I'm still breathing. It's proof of life."

Ermenhilde will tell you what you have to say. Anastasia quickly regained her composure because Elmenhilde told her too.

"Ah."

"But I can't handle it here. Go up to the sky and find out if there's an island nearby."

"And the island? I can't believe how many islands you see."

"Close or far, it's hard to tell on a flat sea. Closest from above the sky...... no, I'm going to look for a big, close island there"

"So, but..."

When I tell you what to do, I'm about to have zero tears built up in my eyes.

Put your fingers on your little shoulders so you can teach such anastasia.

"I can't stop bleeding on the ocean, and my temperature's dropping. Besides, I can't take Fafnir and join Amida in this state."

'We have to help Fafnir. Don't you see, Anastasia?

Align your gaze toward Fafnir, who is weakly unconscious to breathe. It is impossible to catch up with a ship that is still moving at this time in such a state. That's what makes Fafnir dead.

We should give up rendezvous with Amida and focus on healing Fafnir's wounds first.

When me and Elmen Hilde say that, Anastasia goes up to the sky in a hurry. At that time, when Anastasia left, her magical powers expired and she fell again into the sea, but she passed on her worn scales and climbed to Fafnir. With all this blood, I don't even know where the Half Fishman (Sahagin) will come from. Preparing a bow (Ermenhilde) to be vigilant, Anastasia descended.

"There it is!

"Okay. You could've manipulated the water, too, right? We're moving Fafnir to that island."

"What about the range?

"I'm a half-fish hunter. I'm gonna shoot the guy who stopped by the smell of blood from one end to the other. Let's do it, Elmen Hilde."

"Ahhh."

Now turn the arrow to the bow, which has changed to jade, and release it immediately.

The arrow of magic proceeded underwater without water resistance, swimming through a clear and beautiful blue sea to pierce the approaching sahagin.