The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Still big. Uh, and. I look up at the world tree as I hide my eyes in the glow of the bright green leaves that play the sun.

The expression "about to rush through heaven" is not for this great tree. Beauty to the point where it seems so.

The green Elflame continent has beautiful air and feels like it's going to be purified from the core of the body just by taking a deep breath, but the world tree is going to be clear to the inside of the chest just by looking at it.

"The range."

"Yeah?"

Slowly looking up at the world tree for a while, Solnea, standing next to her, accidentally spoke.

Turning to you, he was just staring at me.

"Do you like nature?

"Well, you are. Nature, beautiful scenery...... what is it? This is how I like to relax and see the landscape."

"Right."

Elmenhilde agrees with me.

Take the medal out of your pocket and look at its edges with your fingers, and you get a mixed, low laugh of lighting in your head.

Careful about it, now look up at the world tree as you stroke the medal (Ermenhilde).

Has Amida gone out to fetch the ritual catalyst necessary to meet with the Spirit God (Zeneria) yet? Well, think so. Well, you have more strength than I do, so I wonder if you'd be worried.

"Does Solnea like anything?

"What do you think"

When I hear that, I get a different reply from "I don't know" like before.

Something happened when you broke up with me at sea, or Solnea's attitude, and I think your standing behavior has changed slightly. I haven't heard what happened, but that would be a good change. Because even if we just talk like this, it would be good for Solnea herself to have a conversation.

Loosen your mouth as you gaze at the side of your mind to reply to my question.

How should you describe this emotion? Does it feel like watching your child grow up? It's like I was feeling when I came to this world and watched my kids grow up... similar emotions then.

"But. The beauty of this great tree makes you feel strange watching."

"Strange?"

"Yes."

I guess I don't know what that wonder is about. But surely in the chest - mind or spirit? I guess I have some kind of emotion in a place I can't speak to.

"Right."

"Yes."

Just exchange words and walk out.

As we approach the world tree, several beasts, subhumans, who are watching its perimeter, turn their gaze to us. Some of them are familiar, people who have been guardians of the world tree since our first visit to the Elflame continent.

Exchange greetings and walk to the foot of the world tree.

The roots, even one, are bigger than my torso. That's the story that is stretching in all directions, and the tip of the root reaches the edge of the Elflame continent, but I didn't look into it.

Climb a stone scaffold leading to the sinus. Inside that sinus is as dark as it seems to continue to Naruto. It's still daylight, but it's black that even swallows the sun's rays. At the side of the sinus is an altar that carries a dedication to the Spirit God (Zeneria), and there is little dirt even though it is placed outdoors.

Originally, it's a gate that connects us by carrying a sacrifice here, but when Solnea and I stand in front of the sinus, a ray of light lights up in the sinus, which until recently was dark enough to swallow the light.

The light is fine and weak. I can feel it close enough to reach it, but it's actually a light source far enough away to reach it.

"Range?"

"Nothing"

In that fine light, you are too careful to jump into the darkness. So are the black holes for metastases created by Kotaro, but I really don't like these “jumping in” things.

It was the same in the original world, but I didn't like the thing about planes either. I'm worried that I won't be able to get my feet on the ground. Humans are walking creatures, so just put your feet on the ground and walk. If you can force your belly, your feet will step on the ground and kick the ground in order to wield your sword with all your strength.

Floating in space, flying in the sky, crossing space.

If I can't kick the ground in the event of an unforeseen situation, I feel very anxious. I'm a little used to giant backs like Fafnir though.

Take that weakness to Solnea - and hold your breath small and strong so that Ermenhilde doesn't even notice it.

"Well, let's go."

"Oh."

Get in the mood. When I lay my hand on Solnea's hand as it was, I put more effort into it than I needed to.

I notice it myself and loosen my strength. Then Solnea and I gazed at each other.

"Anything?"

"No. Nothing"

Keep walking into the darkness a strip of light shines.

The feeling of feet stepping on soft nanicas reminiscent of slime-like software is instant, and the body is immediately engulfed in a floating sensation.

The light of one of the pale strips gets a little stronger, and the body progresses at will toward its “exit”.

Soko seems to be the world of the spirit in which God lives.

I don't know the details, but it seems that this is a place where things that need to be called souls can take shape and exchange words.

One side of the perimeter is white. Even so, I don't feel dazzled, and I don't feel hot or cold again. I'm just here, I exist. Are you standing or breathing? Even that may be ambiguous because the soul understands the information in this space, not the flesh (thought).

In that light there is a gleaming beam. Glow in white. In the real world, I could see a sole that would be difficult to recognize without being particularly aware of it.

"Dear Zeneria,"

"Are you here?"

The voice hits my head.

I know you're preaching the word in the same procedure as Elmen Hilde, but the voice you hear in your head is heavier than Elmen Hilde and feels like it even resonates in the core of your head.

After hearing it for a long time, I think that's the only voice that's going to give me a headache. That would prove that this God is stronger than Ermenhilde.

I thought you'd be here a little sooner.

"I'm sorry. There was a little devil in the way..."

'I don't care. No matter how hasty you are, the results are still the same. "

Is the result still the same?

In the meantime, I feel a lot of content in just a few parts, but now how did you cut it out?

"And stop talking about it - it's not funny."

Zeneria's voice reaches out to me. More of a will than a voice. I don't mean to be powerful, but I look at the sole that sounds to the core of my body, not my head.

Why does God care about these words? I feel like I was told the same thing when I spoke to Astraela in the Wang capital.

"People other than you are bored by the way they talk."

"Either way, it's easier for me to talk in awe, too."

That bends the umbilical cord, this god. The same goes for Astraela, but I don't know how much time has passed since this world was made, but I guess it's rarer for a human to speak in a shattered tone like me when he's spoken with all the hard words from a long time ago that aren't even on that record.

Well, even I was talking in a fearful tone at first. The other person is God. Paranormal beings. Astraela takes a human form, but there is basically no specific form in Astraela or Zeneria.

If you insist, it shines as it does now. I guess that's the way it is as God.

I don't think a person's - form with limbs is very suitable for battle. Thin hands and feet are fragile, and thin fleshy torso is likely to break with just a little force.

... a showdown with the demon god Naifer. Given the shape of that time, I know exactly how brittle people are. Have people become herds because they fight with their brittle bodies? That's how the goddess and spiritual god made the human form, and the demon god made the demon as a natural enemy of man.

If the result is a crisis in the world and Naifer's wish...... to change the language, is it like a dream or hope?

Just as the goddess (Astraela) wanted peace and the spiritual god (Zeneria) wanted a good night's sleep - the demon god (Naifer) wanted a fight. The evolution of those at the end of the struggle, their battle against 'man'.

From the point of view of the desired side of the battle, it is an inconvenient wish.

'Like Astraela, is it easier to talk with shapes?

"... I don't think that's the problem."

But he doesn't seem to have heard me whine or anything, and the lights in front of him contour.

The fact that light takes shape will also be a sight that cannot be seen inside. Considering it so blurry, it is good to gradually take one form......

This is the place.

…………

That's how it showed up in front of me, a big tiger. Should the figure covered in white body hair also be referred to as the White Tiger I saw online from time to time?

Big enough to look down on me or Solnea, but she looks adorable in circles.

... I can see the sloppiness of this spiritual god around feeling loving before being intimidated. I already know that he has a nasty personality, even if it's hard to put words in line.

"So. The result hasn't changed yet, what do you mean?

'Keep it up. The things Naifer left behind are a collection of powers. If the vessels don't align, there's no point. "

"The vessel is that dragon, isn't it?

When I say that, silence. Dragon, the life form that is also said to be the most powerful in this world. Even if it does not extend to God, its vitality transcends people's knowledge, which is why it lives and endures as the power of the demon god - that black dragon.

If you are a concomitant demon or demon, you must be desperate without withstanding the magnitude of your power.

I'm sure that black dragon will still be strong. It endures the power of the demon god (Naifer) and evolves accordingly. The result is a new demon god...... isn't it?

But Zeneria, who is supposed to be reading my thoughts like that, is waiting for my word without saying anything. No, are you wondering if I'm gonna tell you?

This world is reflected by the soul. Thoughts are transparent and communicated to the other person if you feel strong without having to put them into words.

That is why this is the place where we can interact with God, so that we can feel God's will - his emotions in the slightest.

"I'm confused. Sooner or later, it'll go bankrupt. '

The slightly mixed emotions are frightening.

In the end, dragons are also the creation of the world - just one of them. No matter how tough it is or how long it continues to grow, is it difficult to enclose the world?

And the result may be to follow the same path as Naifer. Not now, but a few years away, decades, hundreds of years... and another god-killer like me will be prepared. Or maybe I'll kill you again.

"The true vessel is next door."

I'm told, I turn my gaze next door.

There is a woman who was told by Astraela that she was born as a new vessel of God. Dark hair, black clothes...

You know what Neifer wants?

"Oh."

Struggle with the strong.

The courage to go to the enemies of the world, the power to fight God, the will not to be cowardly in the bakery...... vessels capable of feeding on sacrifices.

Prepared by the goddess Astraela, the one who kills the demon god Neifer. Weapon to kill. Me and Elle - fighting us.

Kill, get killed. Enjoying that struggle as one life, not God.

"Being a god means inheriting. Power. '

"... Really?"

Look next door. Solnea, standing next to me, doesn't say anything, she just seems to be listening to me and Zenelia.

Become a demon god. inherit its power. The mouth of the Spirit God...... no mouth, but even if they say so in words, there is no change in expression. I look at a pure white tiger with eyes that are as quiet as an emotion.

"Sole is a form of Neifer's wish, a result that didn't come true"

"Solnea?

"Honestly, I didn't think you could kill Naifer."

That, sudden confession is about to clog my breath. That's what I think, too.

I didn't think I could kill God. God is a transcendent concept of being a person. To slash it, it takes a commensurate sacrifice and - pain.

A lot of my people died, and with that soul I grew my connection to El into something strong.

By killing the family of the demon god, Elle took its magic and eventually gained enough power to be comparable to Astraela, her biological parent - the power she deserved to be called the goddess Elmen Hilde.

That power supported me and became a vessel capable of taking full advantage of Astraela's magic. It's a body without magic, it's a soul that hasn't been stained in many colors, which is probably why it was ideal as a vessel.

The body of flesh with nothing, the weapon of God's slaughter (El) comparable to Astra Ella, and the power of Astra Ella.

Supported by two goddesses, I slaughtered God. When I think about it, my chest tightens.

"Right. I guess it's a miracle I could have killed God."

I guess if there was even one thing missing, the results would have been different.

The companions who supported me, my unwitting body, Elle's trust, the constraints imposed by Astraela - my wishes.

If you wished I could use magic when I was summoned to this world, if you didn't wish El. What if (if) we were talking about, was the world saved in a different way, or was it doomed?

… so we can immerse ourselves in the story again later?

"So. What does it mean that Solnea is the form of Neifer's wish?

'Keep it up. Alle's hope. It's the form of that wish.'

It also stuffs the breath.

"Hope?"

"Yamada Range and Elmen Hilde. God Killing and God Killing Weapon. Man and God. I don't know which one is appropriate, but you've exceeded our expectations."

When they say that much, it's embarrassing. Somehow I look away and scratch my cheeks.

"Naifer's wish is twofold."

The voice of Zeneria echoes in my head as if to ignore me like that.

"Fight you guys. And enjoy the raw."

As the word is engraved into the soul, behind the chest - maybe there it is.

It sounded heavy, deep and even bitter.

"I was satisfied with the battle." The next step is to live. "

"... you want to live?

'I want to live. As Astraela enjoys the festivities of men, so that she sinks into my fine sleep......'

"You missed me"

And. Solnea opened her mouth.

"You were jealous"

That's a word I'm not used to hearing.

From the mouth of the demon god (Naifer), words that did not take shape.

"That's why I wasn't given anything"

'That's right. I have something to gain because it's empty'

Is that something that passes because it is God and a vessel that was not given the power of God?

Watch the medal (Ermenhilde) that remained in your right hand grip.

"Do you understand?

"Shut up."

I'll try to tear it up, but apparently Elmenhilde doesn't even know.

Is that true?

There's nothing - me and you are the same.