The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

A rock slides down the slope of the peel and immediately looks up into the sky with force in his sword gripping hand.

There are still two black shadows there.

Demon King and the vessel of the demon god.

One of them. After all, Shelfa the Demon King chases me away from my people with his eyes - far and invisible, but he finds his mouth glossy loose.

Somehow, I feel my gaze even though this is all the distance away.

'Do you have any ideas, even if you want to run away!?

"Farewell."

Run away from Amida with the slippery momentum and gaze around.

On your right is a cliff, and the river you can see looking down is far bottom. Even if you fly and fall into the river, you won't be safe.

The road is also narrow and very unsuitable for battle.

As it is, the rock runs through the detached details and leaves in a slightly pioneered place. Shortly afterwards, the explosion sounds behind me. Perhaps that black dragon and Ami bumped into each other...

I'm worried, but I can't even go back, and I'm going to trust Ami... everyone.

That black dragon is powerful enough to overwhelm Fafnir, but it's big. If we concentrate on one hand of escape, we'll manage to escape. This is a big peak with no people in hand. It can be as much if you run a little, such as where you hide yourself.

"Are you going to intercept me!?

"Are you nuts?"

The problem is, this way. I took a different action to get Shelfa off Amida, but there is no way I can win. Run away, hide yourself, overdo it.

That would be the ideal.

Shelfa, I don't think you can beat your opponent by challenging him from the front. Even though, now there are three constraints - 'ready to fight' and 'willing to protect my people'. And then, with that black dragon beside you, it's like, "I'm hostile to God" or something? Five if you're dealing with him - six, I can handle it.

I can fight somewhere without weakening my running momentum... and thinking about it, there's a little shadow going through my head like that...

"Shit!?

With tongue punching, he receives the blade tip of the shaken sickle in the belly of the divine sword (Ermenhilde).

Just a swing down. Even so, only one blow will paralyze your arms and leak a scream of bitterness from your mouth. Same stupid power.

That, the owner of the sickle landed in front of me with the momentum that prevented him from attacking. I guess it flew in, black wings on my winged back scattering some feathers.

"Kufu."

Really, a full face, the expression is the perfect smile.

When a woman with an indestructible appearance said she was an extinct beauty, she said she was laughing, but her heart rang like a broken heart, and a cold sweat overflowed her whole body.

Force the disturbing breath, stand seriously with your hands and hide the tremor in your arms.

Keep your gaze firmly in front...

"Have they caught up..."

Ideals and ideals, such as hiding and doing things over. I knew this would happen.

Get ready. If you don't, you can be killed. I'm - that's who I'm dealing with.

"Kufu...... What, Yamada Range. Are you glad you didn't flock with your people?

Happily from the bottom of her heart, Shelfa holds that great sickle in her chest as she leaks a unique laugh out of her mouth that seems to contain somewhere.

"Sometimes, that's how I feel."

"Right or right. That's a good feeling, too."

Shelfa and Ami go badly together.

Even if you are a magician who can meet with the demon god on an equal footing, you will end up in nostalgia when the bucket that can withstand that magic becomes your opponent. The more battle moves do not extend to Soichi or Masaki-chan, the more resistance to witchcraft endures Ami's attack.

That's the Demon King. I know, the strongest enemy.

Such a demon king stands in front of me, holding a pattern of a great sickle in the valley of his abundant breasts. Gaps everywhere...... but.

"What is it, Yamada Range? I thought we met at the corner, but it's a tough face."

"As for me, I didn't want to see your face."

"Even though I can't get along, I'm still the same"

Kufu, and. I'm used to hearing, with a unique laugh in my mouth and a sickle in my hands.

Its cutting-edge goes this way...

"Why are you here?

"I was bored, so I thought I'd kill all the dragons in my spare time."

"Out of the way?"

What a light answer to ask as you gauge the intermission with your sliding feet. It's not a lie, it's not. I know it's not the kind of personality to hide things and tricks... and somehow I know what Ermenhilde means to say to get in the way of what he hears.

I just don't have the guts to say the answer here.

Time for Amida to escape, this one's talking to her...

"This is how you will be in the way to fight the Lord!?

- Moment after moment, Shelfa storms from the front, shaking the Great Sickle wide.

The distance, which was five steps away, is packed in an instant, and leaps forward in front of you in a breath.

Strengthened by the shaken sickle and Shelfa's presence, this one wields the divine sword loudly.

"Fuck you!!

When you get in the mood so loud that your throat is going to hurt, you seriously bump into each other with a swung down sickle.

The shock hurts my wrist so much that I'm just going to let go of my sword in one piece, that the shock runs to my shoulders as well as my arms. When I ate my teeth and tied them up and took the cutting tip, the giri, and the deafening metal noise sounded tall.

I have Shelfa's face right in front of me. Look at me with a smile that makes me feel spared, the same grin on my mouth.

This one eats and binds his teeth, and without strength in his trembling arms, he's going to be able to play his sword again. The sound of metal rubbing against each other tapped the tympanic membrane and exploded again shortly afterwards.

Amida will be safe - I can't afford to think so. Because I'm suspicious that I could even survive.

"What's the matter, god killer? This much?

"Don't lick me, Demon King!!

Trying to push back the Great Sickle to leave the temper to you, but it can't be convenient to go so, he is bounced off by the Great Sickle paid by the Horizontal Sickle.

Step on a flat rock skin with a slight glimpse of the ground to get in shape and manage to avoid rolling. When the gaze re-grips the sword without deviating from the shelfa, the shelfa does not already exist in sight, however.

Soon, I think, I will turn the sword into a great sword that is about my height, and put it over my head. At the next moment, a pressure blow that is likely to crush is swung down.

The right hand supports the sword pattern, and the left hand supports the sword's belly, stomping on both feet. Still, there's a strain on my hips and I'm about to scream - the attack stops after a while.

But the Great Sword got in the way and couldn't bear the look of Shelfa with his eyes, and the Demon King who landed behind me kicked his back hard. Now patience and the like. Soon it will blow up and roll like no other on the ground.

'Are you all right!?

"Damn!

I can't even afford to give Ermenhilde's voice back a light-hearted tone.

I use the rolling momentum to get up, but I don't see Shelfa anymore.

But the next moment I felt a killer gaze from the right. I'm not chasing you with my eyes. But rely on it to put the sword to the right.

Cancer right after, and a tall sound. Every great sword is blown up, rolling on the ground again. When you are about to fall to the bottom of the valley with that momentum and get into position on your knees, you stand up with the Great Sword like a cane.

... you must have calmed down by blowing me off the whole way. Now he waited until I stood up.

"Hmm."

Apparently something wasn't convinced and he was leaning his neck as he looked at me.

I don't know - thank God. I think Shelfa would have been strangled with a blow earlier. That's all, there's a difference in strength between me and Shelfa with only three constraints open.

I also thought on the Elflame continent, but I think it got weaker...... I think the movement is duller than the demon king I know.

"You're not feeling well?

Shake the story as you prepare your disturbed breath.

The best way to buy some time is to talk. He didn't seem to have a counterpart because he had the title Demon King, and he likes to talk even in the middle of battle.

"What? I've tried to match the Lord, but it's still itchy inside that I can't produce strength."

When I clasp my shoulders so as to stand back, my beautiful white finger, with no scratches, strokes my neck. White skin, like a borough cloth, as opposed to a black dress that does not make up the role of clothing. Thin arms and luxurious shoulders when it comes to waving a big sickle about his own height.

Roughly, a black chalker that was never there before in the throat of a woman whose appearance is just not suitable for battle. It doesn't even look like a collar.

'Fitted... you say?

"Hmm. What do you mean you can't always do everything... I just want to know what it's like to be in the Yamada Range mourning helplessness"

Say something unexplained and slap the black chalker a few times with your left finger.

"I tried to seal the magic. Nowadays, it's about 70% of the total."

――――

Return the Great Sword to an easy-to-use Long Sword.

As it was, I dropped my hips so that I could step in at any time.

"Are you serious?

"Uh-oh, I don't know, you can't really fight."

Moments, now we step in time from here.

If the reason Shelfa's movements are duller than they used to be is because they seal the magic, then this is the moment, now, when there must be winning eyes.

That's what I thought, the best I could do.

But no matter how dull the movement said, the Demon King was reigning at the top of the Demon Clan. Avoid the slashing blow by jumping backwards with all the prospects, such as this action, and the swing of the chase is misaligned with the blade tip of the sickle.

The tip of the divine sword, which swung down in momentum, is swung down to the stripping rock, breaking both ways.

"Is this the world you're looking at, Yamada Range"

"I'm weaker, Shelfa."

Return the pitiful words and cut them up even further. It can also be avoided by jumping back a lot.

When the sword is immediately turned into a bow for such a shelfa, it releases an arrow with little aim. An arrow knitted with emerald magic is released, tearing air and flying. The aim is the chest - the heart. But it was avoided with the body halfway around.

Immediately, again, return the bow to the sword.

"Uh-huh."

Exhale.

An intermittent explosion is sounding. Don't let that sound beat you, there are two kinds of dragon roars - that black dragon and it would be Livyartan.

Unfortunately, that blue... empty dragon was safe and exhaled small.

"On the sea and the continent of the Spirit God. And now - oh, how dare you, Yamada Range"

Do you recall wearing that black chalker and fighting me?

It's just... even if it's about 70% stronger now, I have the strength to hunt down Livyartan that far, even though that black dragon was there with me.

- You bugger.

Squeeze in my heart......

"Shelfa, what's your purpose?

"Your settlement with the Lord... is to erase everything that stands in your way."

He broke his face and said so instantly, not for anything.

"No dragons, no beasts, no subhumans, no humans - no demons, no demon kings. Everything's out of the way."

"... I'm not as strong as you think I am."

"Constraints are in place now."

Knuckles. Unusual, low voice.

The grin deepens.

Deep, dark - just looking, scared grin. Madness, the kind of grin you call it. Covering his face with a flat left hand, red eyes shimmering through the gap between his fingers shoot me through.

Feel the fear of getting your heart eagled...... swallow the saliva and hold on tight.

"Non makes the Lord serious. I'd do anything for that. - That's what I told you.

…………

I know. That's true.

To fight me. To settle. If it's to make you serious... this guy is even Naifer, his own god...

Together, I remember fighting. When fighting demon gods who tried to destroy the world. - A great sinner who betrayed God to settle with me.

That's why he's so prepared.

"I can't really fight you."

"I know."

Laugh. You know that. My vows. Seven shackles.

I'm not a member of the demon god's family - I can't be serious about Shelfa, the most powerful demon tribe.

Even though......

"Yamada Range"

"... what?

"I'll make you serious"

Moments, stepping in faster than ever.

I thought maybe, I spread my wings wide and flew through the universe, shaking up the Great Sickle.

Fast - but it's a visible swing. He manages to react, play his cutting-edge with a divine sword, and slack the punch point of the swing down.

A large sickle slammed to the ground smashes the rock and makes a crushing noise.

Continue and let go of your left hand from the pattern of the sickle and shake your fist at the crossing, avoiding it by shifting away from your torso.

I see it. But my body can't chase me. I should have avoided it sparingly. The fist plunders the tip of my nose, followed by a rear spinning kick released, which I try to avoid with my half body, but I take with my left arm without my body being able to react.

Bluntly smiling...... the next moment, my sticking left hand eagled my throat.

"Guh, guh."

"Range, give me the sword."

"No."

He pulls the dagger out of his waist and holds it down in an attempt to slash the hand that grabs his throat.

"Gi, huh!?

On the left wrist, the pain is like being pressed with burnt iron. He dropped the dagger with a scream that had leaked in his dust, and fell to the ground to make a dry noise.

My wrist is twisted even more.

Cockroaches, and. I heard a dull noise. But more acid than pain makes my consciousness seem to fly.

"- Yamada Range"

They call me by name. A gentle voice was lifted to the fulcrum with one arm on the back. Feet off the ground, neck unnecessarily tight.

"Beldo the Demon wants to kill God."

"... Gu, ha-ha-ha."

I can't breathe. I can't turn oxygen to my brain.

But words come in my ears. In my head, Elmenhilde is calling my name...

"I'll take it. God's murder weapon."

That's the last memory.

Finally, I lost my mind because of the lack of acid.