The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

God is power.

It is thought, faith, violence.

The forms of power vary, and it can be said all the same - that power is out of the standard for a person to challenge.

The goddess Astraela turns people's thoughts into power.

The willingness to protect, the anger that comes from hate... there is no good or evil in the thought, and the stronger the thought, the more power.

It's magic.

The sole that dwells within a person's body, the size of the vessel is fixed, but the density of the force that fits into the vessel varies depending on the intensity of the thought.

The Spirit God Zeneria turns a man's wishes into power.

Ask God for salvation, hope and prayer.

It is expressed in the invisible form of the Spirit, exercising power over the food the magic that man possesses.

A priest who hears the voice of God. By offering prayer to God, the Spirits increase their strength.

... The demon god Neifer just loved those who followed his instincts.

That, one form is Shelfa.

Perhaps' Demon King 'will stand at the top of this world, except for God. A woman who wants a fight, starves for a fight, and knows nothing but battle.

The demon gods gave power to many demons and demons and made them family members, but the demon king (Sherfa) came to the realm on his own. No demon tribe is closer to the ideals of the demon god (Naifer) than he is. That is why he is the 'Demon King' and that is why he is the strongest in this world (closest to the Demon God).

Not just people.

What destroys the willing, surely exists.

It is will, it is violence.

The shapes can vary - some kind of God, the power of power, also has something to destroy them.

I'm bored.

Goddess, Spirit God, and Demon God made the world.

Did the God of the three pillars create the world, or did the creation of the world create the God of the three pillars? I don't know which comes first.

However, God, who existed as a thought, created a race of his own divided powers, and made the stars worldly.

Lose your life in the world. That may be a natural course of action as a god, but maybe he lost his life because he got bored watching the newly born stars.

If life is born, profit is born, and men interfere with one another.

Race differences become conflicts, nations are born within the world, and the world continues to change for a long time. As long as there is life there.

The five continents were divided into three kingdoms, each with its own god-faithful species.

Each one lives and interacts in his or her own business.

Peace and tranquillity - again, boredom.

Life is born on a star with nothing, and I'm tired of watching it next. It would also be the inevitability of a willing being.

I was bored.

The goddess (Astraela) and the spiritual god (Zeneria) were satisfied just to look at people's livelihoods and interfere from time to time.

The demon god (Naifer) is no longer satisfied with it.

I was bored.

So I tried to destroy the world.

Because if you try to destroy the world, there will be strife.

Conflict stimulates the instincts of life, accelerates growth and encourages evolution.

The powerless use witchcraft, and the sub-humans and beasts who excel in physical abilities take weapons.

The battle grows people.

Every day spent as it should have been in peace will also be honorable in the battle. He said the figure of the man who throws his life away for the days of peace was so beautiful.

Watching humans challenge demons that are not far off with human power, watching warriors challenge demons in groups that are far more gigantic than humans, and burning demons with magic previously used only to the extent that they ignite fire.

The battle grows people.

It didn't take that long for a person to become stronger and able to fight demons and demons with the help of goddesses and spiritual gods.

That's why the demon gods destroy the world.

If we can be strong to protect peace, our neighbors - how strong can we be to protect the world?

What I wanted to protect, I wonder.

... don't you have to think about it?

"That was fun."

That's what Sole said.

Two arms and two legs while being apart from people. Some kind of human looking bucket thing.

I guess it also doesn't retain the power to maintain its earlier beauty. When I first met him, the demon, who also looked like a knight dressed in a pitch-black armor helmet, exhaled with his hands and feet wide open, stitched to the ground with a jade pile to make him feel human odor.

That mouth is reminiscent of an insect sole, but the word spinning is a human thing. It was another unusual sight, and I deliberately blushed.

I was surprised when I first heard his voice, but now it is too.

"You must be."

And I breathe out loud with this fucking bucket sewn to the ground, too.

Strong gripping of the jade sword in his hand, the beautifully straight blade (right away) body, which had nothing to decorate, but only sought to slash, sparked the magic accumulated within.

"My intestines are boiling back... fuck off"

- I have a bad mouth, Range.

I thought it sounded that way, but it must be my fault. I almost burst into tears unexpectedly and exhale deeply again.

I promised.

I have to cry now.

So...... I bite my lips so hard that blood runs through them, putting my strength into a hand with a divine sword that does not dwell on her will, composed of her soul, and endure.

She called me a crybaby. He said he cried all the time. You can't even stand if you're not strong, you're a weak person.

Many times I was told to be strong. So that you can walk alone, so that you can move forward, so that you don't bow.

I think you're right.

Even now. If I don't hate the life I'm dying in front of me like this, I'm about to break even the last promise I made. I'm sure if you kill Naifer now, I'll cry.

Because we know that, we are staring at each other with a demon god in his foot, but also without being able to stab a todome.

I don't know what you thought of me like that, Naifer rattles a mouth reminiscent of an insect. I'm laughing. When I glanced at what was interesting, I felt four double eyed joyfully distorted.

"You hate it, don't you?

"Ah?"

Its limbs are wrapped in black flames from the tip. I've seen it many times already - the flame of a demon god that burns down even his soul.

Every life - even the dragon, which should be called the strongest in this world, burned out without exception - envelops Naifer.

Die. This is how you burn yourself to a flame that doesn't even leave your soul.

"Demons prefer battle, subhumans desire stagnation, beasts desire peace"

…………

"People are emotional creatures."

From its body, the jade pile disappears. Flashing a jade sword, it pays off the rotten, cloudy wind of the Arbenelm continent. Practically-oriented sword with no decorations, just a body and pattern. There is no place like the beauty of the Divine Sword or the Holy Sword, spoken of by the Game or Miga. A qualitative sword that could be anywhere. If there is a difference, it would mean that the pattern is golden and the full body has a beautiful color of emerald. It's just - I'm about to die now, just a sword to kill God.

Again. Empower your hand with the divine sword, flashing. The stone floor, which was in the extension of its body, was nicely torn.

The castle, where the demon god Neifer originally sat, has also collapsed more than half of it. Some kind of stone castle, even felt majestic, now has no shadow to see.

"Anger. Hate. That emotion strengthens people. Grow.... to the strong, like you."

"Maybe so."

I'm sure you do.

Anger and hatred make me forget fear and pain.

That's one strength, I guess.

The form of strength that Neifer wanted from man.

What the demon god, who hated boredom, asked of man. The demon god who loved the battle, what he wished for me.

Gichi, and Neifer's mouth rings. A face that doesn't know how to change its expression, but I'm sure this fucking bucket is satisfying. When I think about it, the anger and hatred that I've been causing this body to roll away disappears like a lie.

Oh.

"But that's all... that's all there is, Naifer"

All that remains after fighting that way is helplessness and fatigue. The last thing I held to a demon god who sought strength was neither hatred nor passion that seemed insane.

It may be a sympathy similar to pity on the end of the road, which sought and continued to wish for its strength. Without the people I've been summoned with, without friends I trust... without Elle.

Maybe I was just feeding off my anger and hatred, just like Neifer asked for.

And, unlike what Neifer said, people can be strong even if they can be supported by their peers and friends. To a demon god who doesn't know its strength - he also has feelings of pity similar to sympathy. If this being was not a demon god, more of a different way of meeting.

"Fighting in anger just hurts in the back of my chest"

"... right"

That's beyond consideration. Fight again and again, they're about to kill me, they're about to kill me. There's only one thing I know.

Me and Neifer end up with water and oil. No matter how different we meet, it won't end the same.

The arm with the divine sword is heavy. Still, I wave my sword up desperately.

The sound of a sword trident heard in the distance is a testament to the fact that his companions are still fighting. If I kill God here, the battle is over. No one will die any more.

Mr. O'Brien and Delwin, who attracted the eyes of the Demons to bring me here, don't have to fight anymore. I don't know if you're watching what happens in the distance, or if you're fighting with Mr. O'Brien and the others, but Soichi and the others don't have to fight anymore.

The wind blew. A warm, damp breeze. I'm sure it'll rain a little more.

I want it to rain.

Yeah, I thought.

There's so much rain that you don't know what I look like.

I didn't want to kill him. I hate you, and I'm not going to forgive you. Even though I have to kill you - I'm sure if I kill this monster, nothing will go away.

There's no reason to fight, there's no point in living - I know that, so I shake the sword I shook up hesitantly...

"Huh - oh, it was fun. That was fun, Lotus. Astraela."

"Ugh."

He said so, claiming the neck of Naifer, who passed away in flames. A corpse without a neck was wrapped in a black flame, and the twisted head rolled for a while... wrapped in a jade flame.

That's it.

Exhale as you put the jade flame in your sight. The end is really light. There's nothing here anymore.

In a world where one side of the perimeter turned into a wasteland in an earlier battle, exhale deeply to exhale the fierceness accumulated in your chest.

Deep, deep, deep - exhale and lower your hips to the ground to fall in. The butt that I hit hard hurts.

"Tired."

Whimpering, at the same time, the divine sword became the magical light of emerald and misty. The light, which is normally supposed to return to the medal, goes straight up to heaven. When I just look at how it goes and understand that this is the last time, while it's a familiar light - I feel so beautiful that I want to cry.

I've thought about it many times already. But I don't think I've ever spoken much.

When I said it was beautiful, what would Elle look like?

That's what I think, I laugh bitterly.

Anyway, I would have just said, "Really?" with my usual faceless expression. That's the kind of woman I was. Because she's such a woman, she wanted to make me laugh, she wanted to surprise me, she wanted to entertain me.

The smile you occasionally showed was impressive, the surprised face was hilarious, and I enjoyed it too.

All I thought about was fighting as my weapon. I was as happy as I was when she told me about her dreams. Her dream… it was my dream to see it next door.

Strength falls out of the body, and sitting on it becomes a hundred million robberies and falls asleep on the ground of peeling.

"It's over."

That's what I said, and I'm about to cry because I haven't heard back.

The distant sound of the battle will soon subside as Naifer's death spreads.

I try to think of the faces of my friends who were summoned together to this world and my friends who fought with me, but I can't think of anything messed up in my head.

So I just close my eyes thinking about whether I'm safe in my heart.

Sleepy.

If I don't stay asleep and wake up... will I see Elle?

With that in mind, ascertain the feeling in your right hand.

Broken medal. There's no more life. It's lost.

In fulfilment of Naifer's crusade, which was the purpose said when he was summoned to this world, all that remained was the pain of the wounds and the sense of vanity.

I almost laughed when I thought you fought for something like this - rushing to wipe with your hands the tears that were about to fall out of zero (spill).

When I was doing so, I heard someone walking.

"Is it your Lord who survived?"

"Sort of."

When we utter words that we don't care about each other, Shelfa looks down at me like a peek into me lying down.

Both gray hair and beautiful expressions by the time of morbidity are dirty with dirt, but above all it would be anger emotions that abhor its beauty. I don't see much change in my expression, but the obvious color of anger floats in its gaze.

The earlier response was too confusing. He is a fine demon king in strange places.

"Give me a break 'cause I'm tired"

"... haven't said anything yet"

With that said, the blade of the sickle in his hand was protruded beside his face, where it plunged into his ear. The gravel jumps and hits his face.

And when he looked down, Sherfa, who waved down the great sickle, looked down again.

"Stand up"

"I'm tired."

Stand up or I'll kill you.

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The word should be serious.

Demon King. Enemy of mankind. He is the opponent to be defeated, a being who has exchanged blades several times. I guess that's why. I understand that there is no lie or falsehood in that word, and that if you do not stand, you will be killed.

But still... I don't have the strength to stand up. Kept looking up at the sky, well, I just said it.

Really, I'm tired. The more you meditate on your eyes like this, the more you're going to sleep.

"Fight, Noun wants to kill each other with the Lord who freed the Seven Powers"

"I can't, Shelfa"

Turn your careless words to the Demon King, who says it like a wasting child.

I can't do this anymore.

I can't.

... Elle isn't here anymore. The art of releasing the seventh constraint has already been lost.

"My heart."

An irritating grunt reaches his ear and his sight curls. atmosphere and understands that Shelfa shook up the Great Sickle.

Kill me.

Well, I was wondering if that would be good too. I thought so.

I'm tired and I did what I had to do. Utano and the others will surely return safely to their original world. Then keep it up.

With that in mind, close your eyes.

He said he's been desperate, trying so hard to survive... is this the end of it? That made the back of my chest lighter with wonder.

"The goddess is dead to keep the Lord alive."

To that word, open your closed eyes once.

"Ugh. Do you want me to slash that right arm and wing again?

"As always, is it only the mouth that is the master?

Then the spinned word had a voice that made a mockery of the usual one, with irritability diving into form.

When you look at him, you look down at him and look at him with a mockery.

"Hmm. You think a woman will protect you and you'll die together if you do something? Stupid. If you do that, you'll never see the goddess again."

"Shelfa -"

I don't know, anger cages in my voice. When I put my strength into my right hand, Cali, and the broken medal rang.

"Stand up, fool. Let God live, let God die, and not choose a cheap death."

I said so quickly, but I was kicked off without any hesitation. Roll down the ground and stay on your knees with that momentum. Pulling out the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword that hung on his hips and pointing his sword tip at Shelfa, the Demon King warped his mouth with a face that seemed to hear the phonetic sound of a nigger.

I resent the body that reacts even though this much energy is atrophied. Keep it up, with the behavior I'm used to - now I'm going to put a medal in my pocket that won't talk about anything anymore.

"Shit."

"Yes, that's the Lord. Yamada Range"

Turn your anger. But I won't open my mouth.

When I opened my mouth now, I didn't even know what I was going to run.

Elle is dead. Cover me. Because I'm weak - dead.

That's how Elle helped me, that's how I live. That's what I can't stand.

Can I die here, or not?

I want to die.

I'm tired. Really. I can't fulfill my purpose, protect the woman I wanted to protect, and I can't even fulfill the only wish she ever spoke of anymore.

She only had one. One purpose, I was born for it, and I lived for it.

Kill the demon god. It was just life for that.

I'm angry with myself for not being able to keep the dream she wished for, a wish I sincerely wanted to fulfill for you. I hate Naifer. Killing a hundred times is not enough. But more than that - I hate me.

Ask yourself why.

Why should Elle die?

What was Elle born for?

Why am I weak?

I'm the cause of it all.

I was weak.

It's my fault I didn't understand how to use my powers and lived to this day.

It was my fault for wishing Astraela an El ("God Killing Weapon").

It was my fault for relying on Elle's power and sitting on it.

Empower your hands with the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword. What a heartless sword you are accustomed to using, because there is no such thing as will in this sword.

The sword (El) was as light as a feather. He was always with me. He pushed me on the back. You consoled me. He held my hand. Laugh with me...... you cried.

This sword just seems brittle.

"If a woman protects you, you can't fight, God kill you."

"Shut up."

"You use your weakness as an excuse to glorify a woman's death and immerse yourself in joy?

He said, "Shut up!

He shouts furiously at his mocking voice and rushes to his emotions.

Keep it straight, and try to run the shortest distance to the desolate ground. I couldn't stand the excuse that I ran out of strength in the fight against Naifer - etc.

Desperately manipulate and position the body that is about to fall in. He was slaughtered by Shelfa, who was standing instead of standing on a sickle.

A sword swung down scatters a sickle pattern and a bump spark.

At the next moment, a far powerful spinning kick to the point where he was slaughtered and disfigured.

If it's true, it should be powerful enough to break a bone, but it just blows up and rolls down the ground. He also uses the momentum to get up on his knees.

Just one. That alone had drained my strength so much that it was already difficult to even hold the sword.

I feel sorry for that and bite my lips to the point of bleeding as I almost cried. So much, I'm weak. I can't stand that, but I can't help it.

"Boring."

"Ugh."

"I'm bored, god-killer. It's too pointless to die sheltering such a stupid diagram. Isn't that a foolish picture of her?"

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!

I whip into my exhausted body and step into Shelfa's time again.

A slight deviation from playing the cut off of the sickle leaps into the nostalgia with his right shoulder slashed and torn. Pull out the knife of the dragonbone that was sitting on his hips with his left hand and claw his torso.

But the left hand, which was supposed to rub the torso, is suppressed by Shelfa's right hand. When I was gripped with a force like all-powerful, I let go of my knife to too much intense pain. Furthermore, if I let go of the Great Sickle and grab my right hand, I will do the same and let go of the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword.

When he grabbed the chest barn as it was, he now slammed it to the ground with a one-bearer procedure. Strike him with a strong back, and his vision is sumptuous in pain. Shelfa stepped on my chest like that and sealed the motion.

"Anger or hate"

Shelfa opens her mouth to me, no longer able to resist.

It's not the mockery (bruised) voice I heard earlier. It was a soft, worrying voice I'd never heard before.

"Live. One day, Noon will kill you. Until then - don't die."

Strength cages in the foot that steps on the chest.

Groaning at the pain, he reaches for the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword rolling aside, but Shelfa is not gentle enough to allow it.

And he kicked his sword away.

"Don't die. And the next time we see each other... let's kill each other again"

"... uuuuuuu"

"Promise."

That's all I say, the weight I was stepping on my chest disappears.

After a while, you must have realized I wouldn't move. With the sound of wings, the signs get farther away.

All that remained were the sounds of battle (walking) heard from afar and the slightly damp wind.

Hearing that sound, hold your eyes with your right hand.

"It's over, El."

He said a hero is hope, moving forward when people are looking down in despair.

I wanted to be such a hero.

He told me I could be such a hero.

I can't, he said. A voice echoed from the bottom of my heart.

I was a crybaby, a weak, lonely... just a human being.

It starts to rain.

Rain on the Arbenelm continent is cold and intense.

The droplets hit your cheeks and immediately wet your whole body.

I can't hear the sound of a sword trident I've heard in the distance anymore.

The battle is over.

Bruises, it's raining.

That's how our journey ended.