The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

With a divine sword (Ermenhilde) in his right hand, he looks straight at the enemy in front of him, feeling nervous as good as his whole body.

Comfortable. Calm. Strangely enough, my vision is wide.

Breathe slowly and vomit deeply as you see the threat (Shelfa) standing in front of you. The sound of a sword trident reaches my ear. Feel the screams of the earth trembling by the battle between the dragons behind your feet. Winds on magic, spiritual atmosphere. I find it hot because this is the Elflame continent.

I can afford to think about something that has nothing to do with the fight. Slight tension and definite anger. And the feeling of your partner in your right hand.

I do feel all of that.

"Hmm."

Speak up, exhale.

Turn the sword around to see how your body is doing. A little stiff. I don't feel that way myself, but I seem nervous.

I think I wanted to settle for an earlier ambush, but shouldn't it be that easy on the boulder?

Think so, loosen your mouth. I'm sure he was thinking of something similar. At the same time, Shelfa also loosened her mouth. Its dull gray hair sways in the wind, as does a black dress like a borough clothing that is not ready for use.

The wings on the back are shaking with a tinge. I can see it's not on your face, but you're nervous over there.

How can he and I be alike? It's too unintentional. Not happy at all.

As he put his strength into his hand holding the divine sword (Ermenhilde) while speaking lightly in his heart, Sherfa also held the Great Sickle with both hands, as he echoed. Not so much as to say, set up. In nature, power is missing from the whole body. Perhaps we can say that it is an ideal, intercepting posture.

I can tell that the posture is very pretty because we are in the same position to fight. And watching Shelfa like that, I can do it in nature again.

"Hey."

"Yeah?"

Well, what's the matter?

With that in mind, open your mouth.

"Are you having fun?

You knew I was going to ask that, Shelfa had a surprisingly - a smile that didn't look like a battlefield, could be described as innocent.

"Oh."

Right.

Run out unconstitutional, like leaving that word behind. Usually pack the distance you can't pack without a few moments, along with a beat of breathing.

followed by a flash. The slashing from the lower section is played by the Great Sickle, making a tall sound.

However, it leads to two machetes without moving your mind slightly. At first the heart, the two machetes are left leg. But the attack is also paid off with a sickle stone poke.

A third blow. Bearing in mind that it will be bounced, aim at both ankles without opening them while lowering their posture, but it will be avoided flying.

Next, from the precarious posture of aerial, the sickle's horizontal gizzard. Keep your body even lower, as if rubbing your face to the ground, and avoid that attack. Keep it up, slash it up using the momentum you get up. But there's not even a shadow of Shelfa left there anymore.

That's it, a beat. The packed distance opens again, and the time between them is no different from when they were relative earlier.

Hmm. I exhaled, not from either side.

Again, on the ground is easy to fight. A firm foot steps onto the ground, and with its power can wave its sword. Unlike on the sea, I can react properly.

"Kufu -"

"Hmm."

Shelfa is laughing. From the bottom of my heart. Be happy. Sounds fun. Be happy.

Turn the sword in your right hand to relieve tension, looking at that expression as if it were another HR. Stay on the lower level and draw strength from your entire body. I still don't hold it with both hands.

The gaze is before, the thought is all over the body. My feelings are so calm, but I still have a fever in me that's about to burst out.

Instead of the whole body, I miss the feeling that my nerves went through to the tip of my sword. Lower your sword tip, touch the ground. Even that slight sensation is felt clearly. Without diverting your gaze from the enemy in front of you, breathe heavily... and vomit deeply. Now not only do I feel the air on the battlefield, the tremors... I think I even see the wind flow.

"Hey."

"What?

Now Shelfa opens her mouth.

The ground rocks. The battle between Fafnir and that black dragon is intensifying. As it is, will it cause enormous damage to this Elflame continent? Think like that, but give up what you can't do.

Same goes for him. Same as me.

There's nothing more I can do because the halibut are boiling over and over again. If we don't break out, if we don't defeat our enemies, if we don't hit our anger, we won't fit in.

I don't know, but he was hurt by the king's possession.

Shelfa hurt Kotaro just to fight me. I hurt Sue. I took my life. We had a fight.

"Are you having fun?

"Not at all."

I have no magic. Utano explained that the vessel for accumulating magic does not exist in the body, or that the vessel is very small. That's why I can't build magic in my body, and I can't borrow magic from the spirits.

More incomplete, immature and lacking in everything than anyone else in this world. That's me.

But I have my strengths, too. The lack of magic means you have to train your body. And I mean - there's only one way for me to get magic from the outside.

There is a way to create magic in a vessel of meat called Lotus Yamada, not a weapon of God's killing (Ermenhilde).

"Kufu."

The Demon King, who knows my situation, leaks an inclusive laugh. I exhale deeply again to calm my feelings as I feel that.

Promised.

Safeguarding this world. When you live.

Enough willingness to fight, my falling companion behind me. My people are much stronger than me, but I'll have to protect them at this time. Anyway, the person you're dealing with is the person who caused it. I must defeat the demon king. An enemy who wants to fight me.

If this is all a massive battle, the dead are out too. - The meals are well prepared. It's in order.

The right guy is smiling like he's just asking me to thank him. I'm angry.

"Yamada Range. I didn't have enough the other day... I'm sorry, but I took the liberty of setting the scene up."

Sounds like it.

Concentrate.

Slash.

Just turn your consciousness to it. Throw it out of your mind that you can't do much about who they are or what happens after this.

Slash. That's all I ask.

And as you respond to my will like that, the emerald light begins to leak from Ermenhilde.

"Well, how old is this?

Shelfa opens her mouth as if she were going to talk to the public.

"Saana."

I don't have the right to respond to that light-hearted talk. Put a little effort into the hand holding the pattern so that you can see how the sword is holding in your right hand. Easy to grip as if sucked into the palm of your hand. Now that I'm in tune like my nerves have gone through to the tip of my sword, I can even feel the feeling of the wind hitting me all over me. The sword, usually as light as a feather, is more comforting than any good, its fruit.

- If you're with him, he's going to kill any thing.

The wind, the clouds, the sky... God.

Seeing how I look like that deepens the smile that Shelfa floats in her neat appearance.

"Still, you're a tough guy."

"I don't care what you say."

I laugh bitterly at my rarely silent partner, not at the words. Are you nervous, are you concerned about me, or are you so excited that you can't even speak out about this status quo?

With that in mind, I realize my heart is pounding unnaturally, too. Well, am I the one who's nervous?

What to do. They just play even from the front. You'll also lose your reading, and you have no chance of winning if you get into a physical battle.

... There is only one thing to do and nothing to do. Be so prepared, take one sigh.

Looking at me like that, Shelfa kicks the ground with her feet. I was at sea when I fought the other day, so I guess I care about that. This time, I can't use odd measures like that one. Rather than that, that stuff is only a one-time magic tare.

"Come on -"

"Now it's time to slay you, Shelfa."

"... you're my line"

Hold the Divine Sword (Ermenhilde) in your right hand and remove power from your entire body.

Same as before.

Slash it. Slash it, kill it - I'll live. It would be people-shaped, but it would be possible to communicate the will, whether via a person's words or not. Still, we're the same.

I'm sure you have the same idea, Shelfa. You beat me, you survive. That's what you should be thinking.

Me too, yeah. I beat you. Win, kill you, survive.

"Kufu."

"Ha-"

The wind blows. Shake your hair, clothes, and coat.

"You can't beat Non, Yamada Range."

On that wind, a grunt arrived. The turning sickle cleaves the air and plays a pleasant sound. Her gaze captures me, and I don't lose sight of the sharpness of my eye.

That's a word I've heard many times already. Me and Shelfa signaled to get started. Beginning of the killing.

"Because you're human."

Just a few steps. But Shelfa packs the distance with the step that it's finally time for even me to react with five open constraints.

However, without surprise, he avoids a half-step back attack and immediately jumps up Ermenhilde on his right. But it is avoided by killing the momentum of the step in an instant, and that blow only cuts off a few fronts.

This was followed by an inverted, winged beating with momentum swinging through the Great Sickle. There will be no pain, but I will avoid it because I hate to be deprived of my sight.

Stay down and avoid it, keep spinning and spinning and kicking. Reacting to the thump, Ermenhilde is kicked in the belly of the sword. It must have been well prevented, but if it can't kill its power, it can step back. There's no time. Aim there, sickle's sideburn again.

Switch the sword to both hands and strike back from the front at will. The sword, wielded out with the mood of tearing, plays up the Great Sickle and also kills the momentum of the assault.

The offensive leg stops and Shelfa's grin is slightly cloudy.

"Shit."

At the same time as I hear the tongue pounding, I jump back and distance myself from Shelfa. The big sickle swoops through that empty gap.

My body is soft. Shortly after I was impressed with that, Shelfa, in shape, swung the sickle - throwing. The big sickle comes towards me as I rip the air and rotate heavily.

When you hold the Divine Sword (Ermenhilde) with both hands, you jump up because you have a big sickle coming towards you as you rotate. I feel the shock in my hands as if I had punched a chunk of iron, staring at my face.

My hands were paralyzed.

Besides, even though the big sickle you played wasn't meant to be targeted, it goes back into Shelfa's hands as if you were willing to.

When I take that bounced sickle, Shelfa comes in again from the front. As always, he likes to bump out of the front.

Force battle. Bumps from the front. And I can tell from Shelfa's character that when she leaves, she doesn't have to think about being crushed all at once.

Whip him on his paralyzed arm and face him from the front. I can't leave here.

It's all a massive attack. But all of that attack leads to the next. There's no gap even though it's a big swing. Avoid, sneak, and play that attack.

Fix the disturbing breath with one breath and gaze at it so that you don't even miss a slight gap.

"Ha!

Shaken down attack. A blade with magic explodes if it pierces the ground. I know that, but I only take half a step back to avoid that blade with a single piece of paper.

You're surprised I went into such action, Shelfa's face stains with surprise. But there is no way to loosen the hand of the attack.

The blade explodes the accumulated magic inside when it hits the ground. Soil and dust in front of me, gravel bouncing.

Cover your face with your left hand and wave your right hand. Play gravel in the belly of the sword and fly to Shelfa. I'm not aiming or anything, but there's only a lot of them. Some succeeded in jumping to Shelfa's face and taking away her sight. I jump into my nostalgia at once without having to know the result.

The Great Sickle is large, powerful, and powerful in proportion. But if you go into the nostalgia, you don't ask around, and the power is hard to cage. Shelfa's arm strength and skill would also make a stone-piercing attack a special sole, except at this moment when his vision is blocked.

Stepping in all at once, the Great Sickle Stone Poke jumps to follow my signs. But I still don't see the sight. That attack is huge and easy to avoid. Step further into that empty torso and pound forward kick into it and blow it away.

"Gu -"

With a distressed voice, Shelfa lowers.

At the same time, place the sword in both hands (Ermenhilde) as if you were going to pull out a knife, and twist your body so that you can see your back to Shelfa.

The vessel in the sky called Lotus Yamada is full of magic. It's a different, rough, powerful - unfamiliar magic from Ermenhilde in both hands.

Gear disturbs. Apart from me and Elmen Hilde, huge, powerful gears are forced to interrupt.

The size of the teeth, the speed at which they turn, everything is different gear. That's the kind of momentum that goes around people (Lianshi Yamada) and doesn't give a shit.

Its even violent magic is raging about to overflow from a small flesh (vessel) called man. I'm screaming for you to use it quickly. Quickly... slay the enemy.

"Help me, Astra Ella!

I can see the magic that was raging in me going wild as if it were a response to that one word.

Really, I'm not for heroes. You can't fight unless someone dies. If someone doesn't get in danger, they can't fight. Without it, there are two constraints to be liberated. In two ways - instead of the Demon King, you can't even fight a bunch of demons properly.

Put that frustration on the sword. The jade of his body thickens, and the magical light of silver overflows from him. Via me, two gears (magic) mesh. But it still doesn't fit with me.

"Sixth" also resembles fierce poison for me - something more dangerous than fierce poison. Anyway, the fragile being of man wields the magic of the goddess.

Jade on the sword, silver on me. Overlap. Overlap, mingle, become one.

Vision is sumptuous, sweat erupts. Her heartbeat gets worse and her hand with Ermenhilde trembles. Hold that tremor down with so much force that the hand you grip becomes white.

"Let's do it, Elmenhilde!

"Ahhh. Come on, Range!

Elmen Hilde responds.

So take a step forward. Out front. From me, to the enemy.

"Ooh, ooh!

Silver, overflowing.

I don't have the vessel to store this silver. So it overflows. It gets zero. The overflowing magic is foggy and worthless. But the magic they send, even if they know it's overflowing, will circle my body. It's like a strained blood vessel all over your body. Like a skeleton.

It tours my whole body and ravages my body, not knowing how to use magic.

This is a kind of fortified magic (boost). A fortified magic that wastes so much magic from a magician that it hurts his body. Physical enhancement that can't even be called witchcraft. But for me without magic... the only power I can slash from the front with the Demon King (Sherfa).

The body, fortified by the magic of Astraela, is like the wind. Thoughts flutter and bodies move. Kick the ground with a light foothold as if you were released from the shackles. Stuffing an intermission at a rate that doesn't even require a beat of breath flashes a divine sword in your hand.

The blow of the horizontal giraffe plays the big sickle of Shelfa with no mistake.

The look on your face after paying off the gravel stains me with surprise.

The reaction is dull.

When I intuit that, I take a step further and aim at my neck with a knife to give back. But faster than I step in and slay, they jump back and avoid slashing me.

I'm sure you're surprised at this step, but is it the boulder that will get you in shape immediately?

The Great Sickle stays on the stand of receiving, and its back shakes. The four black blades that were created capture me. It's a boneless blade with no handle and I think I just scraped a rock.

The blade releases to my restraint from pursuit. Its speed is divine speed. Avoid the blade released at a speed that a decent person cannot even follow with his eyes, in the smallest motion while stepping towards the shelfa. Two are half-baked and avoided, one leans his neck - slashing up the other and bouncing it, throwing it back unconstitutionally when momentum takes the slain blade in his hand.

The blade, which flies towards the chest without aim, is still bounced by the Great Sickle. No matter how sturdy Shelfa is, she won't be safe with her heart on.

I realized that even though I knew that would be a decisive gap, I had to prevent it, and Shelfa's smile finally distorted.

Jumping back, the Great Sickle plays the blade, in a position that cannot be called defenseless but with gaps. Stepping into such a Shelfa flashes the Divine Sword (Ermenhilde) again.

But is it an aggressive judgment? Throw the sickle over here and obstruct my step. I guess I was really aggressive, only to the extent that I let it go rather than throw it at me, but I still play the sickle and stop stepping in.

Poking through that gap, counting behind Shelfa also opens a hundred million black holes from which countless blades peek.

"Oh, that's it"

At the same time, the rain of a blade that could reach hundreds of them is unleashed against me.

It reminds me of Anastasia and the others behind me trying to avoid the rain on that blade. I guess I didn't even aim...

"- Huh!!

Blink the Divine Sword (Ermen Hilde), ignoring such intense pain that you are likely to lose your mind. It bounces back most of the blade only with the impact of magic, not the blade. And the missed blade also flew in a completely unrelated direction.

"You seem to be having difficulty with the sixth."

"You don't look well, either."

Exhale deeply, lower your hips, and place the sword in your hands (Ermenhilde) like a knife extraction technique. To Shelfa, the more I see my back, the more I deviate from my body.

Seeing me like that, Shelfa hit me in the tongue. The expression is frustrating, relative several times before, but it may be the first face I've seen.

Unusual. So for the first time, I set my sights on Shelfa, thinking nothing but slaughter.

It may be taken as over-consciousness - but isn't it the first time he's had a tongue strike while he's slashing each other? When I think about it, I don't know what a pity or inability it is - I don't know myself, but I feel strange.

Would I have bored you?

Think so, exhale deeply. It doesn't matter.

Slash. That's all I have to think about. Kill the enemy, the demon king, and Shelfa. You just have to ask for that. You have to ask.

You put a lot of people at risk, sacrificed a lot of people, supported by a lot of people.

- If you don't, you can't fight me. I won't have to think about defeating the enemy.

Kill. Kill. Live... Live, go home.

Disturbed gear screams. The biggest gear (goddess magic) is about to crush my flesh. Before that, kill. If you can't kill him, he'll kill you.

――――

Drop your hips, low. I can put my strength into my sword-grabbing arm. If I don't, my body's going to explode in pieces now.

The distance is the same as just now. But it's faster than I step in, and now it's coming from Shelfa. A great sickle is swung down with the power of the Demon Nation - its king, the Demon King.

"Shit!"

"Coming."

The Great Sickle, brought down by the momentum of slamming him to the ground, explodes magic. The sickle itself jumped backwards to avoid it, but the explosion of magic soils and gravel rises. But I won't let my hands off my sword.

I try to jump further back and open the distance, but the other step in fast. No, I'm not lost.

Stop jumping backwards, lower your body to avoid lateral giraffe attacks. Trying to target the gap at the end of the attack, but spinning with the momentum shaken by the Great Sickle, the backward spinning kick with momentum. It is also difficult to avoid in a half-position, and I take it with a sword pattern ornament aggressively, but I take a few steps back without killing the momentum.

He's been following me down. Avoid the sickle shake in his half. Reattach the sword to one of your right arms and pull out the dragonbone knife with your left hand and it will be slashed as-is. I cut my right wrist shallow, but I get kicked off with my left leg just in return.

Also, the distance is empty.

I see an attack. I can also react. The look on Shelfa's face, who is laughing, enjoying it from the bottom of her heart, looks good too.

But you can't.

Looks like you're fighting while you think about it. Well, not yet.

"Ha-"

"Phew."

Don't laugh.

With that intention, I sword away every sherfa that comes at me.

But Shelfa's grin deepens unnecessarily. This is the kind of guy he is. This is the character.

If it's to fight. If it's for fun. You may be wounded. You may bleed. - I'm sure he's laughing till he dies.

I know that feeling that resembles madness. And.

"You too... don't shut up and get in the mood, Elmen Hilde"

"Hmm. I was careful not to disturb you."

Deliver the knife of the dragonbone to the sheath and hold the sword (Ermenhilde) with both hands.

You can't even wait for me like that, Shelfa sticks in from the front the same way she did earlier. I even feel good about this attack when I just say I'm going to crush it with force.

Horizontal gibberish, slashing down, punching with a stone poke. They say it's a massive attack, but all of it leads to the next attack. Even though there is no mould or anything else, it can even be said that it is beautiful how to fight to fill the gap with force, skill, and experience.

Avoid the attack and gauge the distance while twitching.

I don't shoot for nothing.

Somehow, Shelfa looks like she's moving well. I can react. I don't have to take it, I can do something about it.

So throw away your thoughts. Leave it to your instincts. Avoid, avoid, avoid...

――――

It even makes you breathe harder, hold your breath and take evasive action.

It's okay. The gears are still engaged. Me and Elmen Hilde are engaged.

If you hit it, you won't be able to fight if you just plunder it. Adjust your standing position while avoiding attacks that kill you instantly with a single blow if the hit is bad. Sherfa and the black dragon fighting Fafnir move to overlap.

Noise mixes with thoughts.

It's fatigue, severe pain, and lack of acid that's driving me out of focus.

――――

Shelfa moves slowly. No, my concentration increases.

of the candle, like the last glow. That moment. That moment. Think. Imagine. There is only one brain miso that is acid deficient and dull, just think about it.

Avoid swinging attacks with a single piece of paper and jump into the nostalgia. Slow. Shelfa's movement is slow, as if the whole world had sunk into the water, wrapped up in a jelly membrane.

What do you need to kill God?

First and foremost.

- You can kill anything.

It would be spiritual silver (misrill), but it would be a junction with non-standard magic, but it would be God's flesh.

To be slaughtered.

Elmen Hilde pursues only that.

Slashing.

That's all I was asked to do.

I think of the sword in my hand. The full body is jade and the pattern decoration is gold. Beautiful jade filling and golden pattern with gorgeous decorations. In that sword, there is a single core. There's a core that never bends, never breaks, never breaks.

Flash.

Slash and tear the sickle pattern smoothly so that it cuts even with butter, tearing the right flank of the shelfa as it moves. Shake it out.

Not only does it not fit, the overflowing silver magic flies through the slaughter of the divine sword and strikes the black dragon. Slash and tear without difficulty the strong scales that even play Fafnir's fangs, sprinkle blood, and still don't stop - far away, tearing even the clouds that float in the sky.

The sword flash stretching everywhere draws the tail of the jade and floats a strip of light in the sky.

As I followed the light with my eyes - Shelfa, kneeling.

"Ha-"

Which is the voice?

Look up into the sky. Everywhere blue, everywhere far, everywhere, the sky.

The sword in his hand (Ermenhilde) became a emerald light and became foggy, and at the same time his strength fell out of his body.

Kneel.

Right next door, Shelfa is on her knees in the same way.

Did you get the blade?

The sharpness is too good for me to know how to handle it.

"Kufu."

Oh, and.

After all, is it a failure to think about cleaning up with a black dragon?

And whosoever pursues the two rabbits shall not have a single rabbit. Old people said great things.

In the distance, the dragon growls. A voice somewhat higher than Fafnir's probably belongs to that black dragon.

"We can't lose Master Naifer's vessel yet."

That's the excuse, Shelfa gets up.

Deep wounds, from side to abdomen. Blood stains his body and is bright red to the injured side of his leg. Although the clothes are still not used as clothes.

"Kuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Laughing, leaving. Soon, there will be an audience (gallery) around us. It is a beast or a subhuman, a demon or a warcraft.

I was focused and didn't realize, but how long have you been watching me and Shelfa fight?

And nobody comes near Shelfa, who's dying of bloody paint. Neither do the inhabitants of the continent of Elflame attempt to stab Todome. No, I can't move as if I've been tied to gold. It's solidifying. It's the same with the demons.

... The flavor of just not being able to move was present in Shelfa today.

"Next... Kufu"

Drop your hips as you hear that unique whisper.

Again, look up into the sky.

Beautiful.

Blue sky. White clouds. Cool breeze mixed with the smell of blood is a reduction, but good weather.