The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Walk through dim passages relying on light sources created by magic. The basement of the castle, built through the rocky mountains, is also stoned in the corridor, with footsteps echoing loudly on the walking journey.

You feel the air colder than the outside air of the Arbenelm continent because the surroundings are rocks, but if you walk in a hurry down the hallway, your breath will rise and your sweat will seep into your forehead.

The place you are aiming for is where the map that is floating in your head shows it in yellow. The third one, and there was no Mr. Solnea in the two places I checked earlier. And demons.

Occasionally, the influence of Mr. Sowich or Master Masaki contending upstairs, or the corridor of land prices shakes violently and dust falls from the ceiling. I don't know when it will collapse. Fear passes my chest, but I advance my legs to shake that fear off.

Wiping the seeping sweat, Muru, who was walking in the lead, stopped his leg.

Make sure of it and hang your hands on the Spirit Silver (Mithril) short sword pattern hanging on your hips. Mr. Fayrona, who was walking next door, also held the sword of his hips. In this narrow passage, swords seem easier to use than bows.

After staring at the end of the darkness for a while, Mulu looks around without breaking his guard.

"Here."

Then, after a while, he chose a different passage than the one shown by the map floating in his head.

"You..."

"Smells"

Before Mr. Faerona says anything, Mululu tells you that he found Mr. Solnea's smell.

When they say that, they can't say anything, and the two of us face each other and follow Mulu back on the move.

As I walked nervously and disturbed my breath, even though I hadn't even encountered the demon, the light source that was floating around me rang a little smaller in an instant.

Small, exhale.

"Wait a minute, please"

Breathe heavily, exhale. When you breathe it a few times, you erase the light that has illuminated us so far.

Because of my lack of magic, this is how I have to rebuild my magical light source over and over again to move on. So I feel uncomfortable wasting my time and exhale loudly again in the dark where the light source is gone.

Cover the face where sweat seeps with both hands and immediately raise your face.

I don't have time to be rotten. We need to find Mr. Solnea and get out of here.

"Let's go"

Immediately create (imagine) in your head. Light up the darkness, strong light.

The light, which appeared to feed on my meagre magic, illuminates a corridor made through the rocky mountains stronger than earlier.

"Fran, are you okay?

"Yeah. Not yet, I'm fine."

Put a smile on Mulu's worried voice. It's okay. As much as this, nothing.

And as I went down the hallway relying on the light sources I had created, I went out into a large room.

Free from the compression in the narrow hallway, exhale. Unlike me like that, Mr. Fayrona and Mulu immediately alerted their surroundings.

In a hurry I also pull out my sword and alert my surroundings, but there are no signs of enemies - I have ever felt, there is no sense of hostility being turned away from demons.

After a while, the two looked around completely unawary.

It's a big room. Even the light source I created, I can't see the edge of the room. Clearly not like the hallway I've been walking in.

"Here, you smell Mr. Solnea?

"Yeah. Over here."

Relying on Mulu's nose, he walks in the dark. When Mr. Fayrona pulls out a bow made from a branch of a world tree deposited by Master Delwin from his back and looks at the arrow, the arrow emits a slight light.

That's how I walked vigilantly, and I finally understood what a place this was.

Dungeons.

Walking, I see a black iron lattice lit by the light from time to time...... a barn.

A peek into it, mostly empty. However, some cells already had corpses that had been left breathless and boned for a long time. The bone was distinctly different from a human, and I guess it captured Nanica's demons.

It was a pretty big bone, though I don't know.

That's some - and when I spotted some of those cells, Mululu, who was leading the way, stopped his legs.

"... here"

"... Francesca and the others?

At the same time as I stopped my leg, I heard a voice I was used to hearing from the back of the cell. Running to the cell in haste, there was a figure of Mr. Solnea illuminated by the light source beside me.

"Mr. Solnea!?

"Yes."

The voice is very weak.

Grasp the iron lattice in an aggressive manner, but not even in my power. It can be enhanced by magic.

"Uh, yeah."

As he stood up not knowing how to open the cell, he put his hand on his shoulder. It's Mr. Faerona.

"Stay away."

When I left the cell as they told me, I flashed the sword that was in its hand.

I precisely slashed the lock that was at the entrance and exit of the cell and broke it in two. The beauty of that skill leaks my breath.

Put me down in love, Mr. Faerona went into jail. In a hurry, after that, I go to jail too.

"... that's terrible"

There was no voice in that word for what.

Mr. Solnea's feet are shackled and chained. Ahead, there is an iron sphere. You can't get away with this.

However, when Mr. Faerona pulled the bow out of his back, he caught an arrow and lightly broke the chain.

"Can you walk?

"No."

Mr. Solnea's words, as always, are terminal. You interpreted that as the usual, not apathetic, Mr. Faerona breaks its mouth.

"Francesca"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry I'm tired, but will you carry Solnea?

To the words, Mululu, who was guarding her surroundings outside the barn, sees this one, but before she says anything, she replies, turns her back and leans in front of Mr. Solnea.

"Sa, Mr. Solnea."

"... I'm fine"

That's all I said, Mr. Solnea doesn't move. That gaze is still, as always, somewhere.

"They will not harm me."

"Huh?"

"Because I'm still worth using - because I'm the same 'vessel' as the range"

I don't know what the 'vessel' refers to, but I take that hand when I turn back to Mr. Solnea.

Mr. Solnea's hand was very thin.

At that time - since Shelfa the Demon King and the black dragon grabbed me, maybe I haven't eaten anything. Thin enough to seem so... the power to grip it back is weak.

At the same time, the basement rocked heavily. Dust falls from the ceiling and coughs up a little.

"It's going to collapse... let's get back to it, Mr. Solnea"

Go as gently as you can and pull that hand.

Mr. Solnea doesn't respond. I don't try to stand on my own.

So... I thought this guy was so debilitated that he couldn't stand on his own anymore. No matter how much you pull, you don't respond, your hand stays pulled.

"Excuse me."

Turn down, support your right arm through your armpit, and you stand up with your arm in your arms.

After all, and. Mr. Solnea seems powerless in his legs and keeps his weight to me for letting him stand up not to fall. The weight is also very light.

"Mr. Faerona, Mululu. Let's go."

It's bad for Mr. Solnea, but he moved to pull his legs... and soon they both fell over the stone floor together.

As he sheltered Mr. Solnea, he struck him hard in the back and stuck his breath.

"Excuse me......"

"No, welcome."

When I get up and make sure that Mr. Solnea's injury is as light as a scratch, I now ask Mr. Faerona and Mr. Mulu to help me carry Mr. Solnea on my back.

One person, albeit light. I'm strengthening my strength with witchcraft, but I figured it's pretty tough to carry people, maintain a light source and walk. I can breathe right up, but neither Mr. Faerona nor Mulu will say anything.

The shock I feel from upstairs gets worse momentarily and I have to hurry back.

Move the map in your head as fast as you can, in the opposite direction from earlier.

"Why"

In my ear walking disturbed by breath, Mr. Solnea groaned

"Why, did you come?

"Aren't you one of them? We traveled together… it's natural to help"

Especially not the words I said with something in mind.

I think so. I thought so.

If you're one of them, you say it's natural to help. I don't think that's the wrong idea, and I think Mulu, who's moving ahead for a small run, and Faerona next door, have a little brighter vibe.

Mr. Solnea, who is carrying him, still whined, as usual...... but only "Really?" with a slightly more plundered voice than usual.

Immediately after that, Mululu, who was walking in the lead, stops his leg. Instructions are given to stop with her right hand, and that arm is covered in the same silver body hair as the color of her hair.

Seeing it, Mr. Faerona also sets the arrow on his bow towards the dark.

The light of sorcery flashes. Once again, the light becomes weak.

Sakuraku,. Am I the one who took a breath, or is it Mr Solnea?

At the next moment, Muru flew towards the darkness, saying he didn't do any footsteps, and was blown straight to the side with that momentum. At the same time, Mr. Faerona emits an arrow wrapped around the light.

An arrow that rips through the darkness and flies through the dusty stuff that was filling the hallway.

It was a strange sight. Pierced dust filled the hallway again as if time were returning.

"What the..."

"The bow and arrow the elf leader was using... a hassle"

The dust speaks. That's another weird sight.

Shortly afterwards, Mululu, who used the blown momentum to kick the wall, jumps toward the dust again. When I wondered if the dust had rippled, I caught the flying Mulu's arm and threw it away.

"I'm in trouble. They're taking out the vessel."

At the same time as the word, dust gathers in one place and takes the form of a man.

Demons.

Until just now, I was breathtaking in my presence, and one step back, Mr. Faerona stepped forward. Next to it, Muru, who was thrown away and returned, lines up.

"Totally. Are all the bucket things up there glaring at me"

"Beld - What is it, a range?

"No." Brave Man "and" Demon Swordsman "... unfortunately," God Killer "is already dead."

The chilling voice sounded slightly seeping joy and rubbing it up.

"Huh?"

And I'm about to lose power from my legs in that word.

Master Range is dead?

"Francesca. Don't believe me - what makes a range so easy to die for"

Shortly before his head turns white and he is about to fall, involving Mr. Solnea, who is carrying him, he manages to stop at Mr. Faerona's word.

"No, he's dead. Our God... burned by a new God-killing flame"

"Again, you took in Elmen Hilde."

"What do you mean, Mr. Solnea!?

A voice from behind leaked a surprisingly convulsive voice myself.

On a thin arm wrapped around his neck, the force cages. That's not to fall - to indulge in something.

"Go up and you'll see."

"No, I won't let you go. You, here, weaken, decay and die. If you die, I'll eat you and feed you."

"No. I'm going up, Beld"

A demon clan called Beld takes a step forward so as to react to that voice. We just go down the same way as that one step.

The stairs to the top are right behind this.

They say we need to get through this demon clan to get out of the ground... and even I, the amateur, don't have enough gaps.

So...

"With both of us."

When I emptied a hole in the stone wall right next door under the pitfalls instructed by Lady Range, I jumped into that hole. Both of them - no, only Mulu comes with me.

"Mr. Faerona!?

"Go ahead."

Behind me, away from my light source, I found Mr. Fayrona's appearance disturbing, but an arrow of light emitted.

In an effort to stop his feet, Mulu pushes me from behind every Mr. Solnea.

"It's okay, 'cause I'm buying time"

"So, what?"

"It's okay."

To Mululu's loud voice, he moves his feet desperately close to stopping.

The map is in my head. If you just holes in the wall instead of digging the ground, you don't consume so much magic. Make holes in some walls and shake off that demon tribe.

Travel far to the stairs and from the other side -. The basement rocked again when I thought about it that way. Now, it's very big.

If the ceiling collapsed...... I ran almost trembling in that fear, and when I holed some holes in the wall of my eyes, Mulu suddenly pulled my arm.

When I stopped careful not to drop Mr. Solnea, I was lifted to the fact that there was nothing Muru had come out in front of me.

"Fleur, garlic -"

No. That dust... No, he's got his neck grabbed by a fog arm.

In the evidence, the contours of the body, which were gradual, entwined the reality and floated in the light.

"If you run, break your neck"

To that word, stop your legs.

Behind me, Mr. Solnea - distracted, somewhere frightened, sighed as if it were the usual range.

"Beld."

Open your mouth.

That's not the usual flat voice - very, cold, the first voice I've ever heard.

"You lick too many of Range's people."

Shortly afterwards, Mulu shook his arm to the fulcrum when he grabbed the wrist he was grabbing his neck, kicking and smashing his elbow joint.

No matter how many Demons, they don't have the toughness to take the Beast Man's attack from the front. More importantly, the demons known as this beld are close to humans. It's in the book, and considerably 'thinner' than the demonic tribe I previously encountered in the cave on my way to Wang Du.

"Shit."

Muru, who crushed his arm and freed him, comes next to me at once at a distance. So I coughed heavily.

"To this extent"

elbow that was bent in an impossible direction, healing as I saw

There is no color of pain in that voice, and no room has been lost.

Immediately after, the wind cut sound. There was no way to ascertain that, but the identity of the sound was pierced between the demonic frowns. A glowing arrow.

"Over here!!

The voice, in the dark. Boo, there is a white light floating.

"Mr. Faerona, you're safe."

"Hurry up, you're going to get caught up!!

The stone wall that was beside us blew up faster than I could finish the word.

He made a loud noise and appeared with dust scattered - an unusual atmosphere, Mr. Sowich with his hair upside down.

I saw it at a militant tournament once. He looked like he freed the power of the Holy Sword.

"Damn, already -"

Beld pulls an arrow out of his eyebrow and spits ill on Mr. Sowich. At the same time, look upstairs with nothing.

"Shelfa is..."

"If that guy"

I had it in my left hand, not in my right hand with the holy sword...... I let my arm go to the floor.

"You sealed your abilities? You think you can beat me and Masaki in that half?

When I said it, Mr. Sowich was summery. I could not bear it with my eyes, and at the next moment the belt hung from my belly to my left shoulder and was slashed wide open and torn, slapped against the opposite wall with slashed momentum.

Moments, its body turns foggy and disappears.

"To the ability of vampires, the ability to regenerate dragons"

Squirting, Mr. Sowich disappears from sight again. Also, blood was scattered.

"But it's late"

My right arm, which had not yet been fogged, had been slashed off.

"Senior Francesca, go up now"

"Ha, ha."

Mululu, too, won't say anything but get off the spot with me.

And the roar.

The last thing I saw was the demons fleeing while destroying the stone walls and Mr. Sowich following it. The magical light of the pale holy sword is floating in the dark.

Is Mr. Sowich seeing the enemy even in this darkness...... but there is nothing I can do to worry?

"That's why I said it. Beld, you're licking too many of Range's people."

The voice seemed pitiful somewhere.

"Mr. Solnea?

"... no. Nothing."

It's just that she shrugged "Shelfa" small.

The devil tribe that Master Range always cared about, wanted to settle for. Demon King.

The owner of the arm Mr. Sowich had.... Is she dead, too?

I don't know, though.

"Anyway, let's go up"

"Yeah."

Mulu ran out, and then we were able to spot the stairs as soon as we moved too.

Your breath is disturbed and your heart is about to burst. Still running up all at once, turning off the source of magic. The place I went to when I was heading underground was changing its appearance.

The walls and columns of the castle have been carburized black, as if a giant demon had made a big hole empty there and made through the rocky mountains. Not a single body remains to see how much heat flames were emitted.

On the ceiling, too, so many holes that I think it leads to the top floor. I can't imagine what happened while we were diving underground.

"Francesca, go outside"

"Ah, ha, ha."

The foot that was stuck in the sight moves with Mr. Solnea's voice.

Outside first.

When I got out of the castle I didn't know when it would collapse, the grey sky reflected in my sight - and I saw a giant black dragon and a red figure eating at that dragon.

"Again."

Mr. Solnea's voice is far away.

Both Mr. Fayrona and Mululu had lost their words, just like I did. Fighting between dragons. The black dragon and the red dragon are Dear Fafnir.

Master Fafnir bites the neck of a black dragon, crushes the scales, and eats a thousand pieces of meat. Screaming and anger. What is screaming is demons trying to escape the sight, which can be called that mythical struggle. When they come out of the castle, they are turning back and screaming.

I haven't seen Master Masaki yet. Is it Master Masaki who is in the castle?

Think so, but no head, no thought, no vision. I can't even move one finger.

"You're still alive."

Alive.

I get stuck with that word. If you look closely, you could occasionally see its back when the black dragon burst, and you could see a small figure there.

Master Range.

The black dragon was too big to tell, but Master Range was sticking on its back.

"Dear Range!!

Speak up. But my voice is scratched off by the growls of the dragons and doesn't reach Master Range.

Wing wings storm and I can't stand very well. Make sure to sit on the ground and cover your mouth with a jacket (cape).

"We're getting away, Francesca!

Mr. Faerona grabs my shoulder when I sit down. When I looked up, Mr. Fayrona looked desperate enough to see it for the first time.

Mululu, too, is sitting around like he's lost his hips.

Moving to crawl towards that Mululu, I finally realized there was no Mr. Solnea I was supposed to be carrying there.

I stood on my own feet while I was blinded by the struggle of the dragons, just watching the battle.

"Mr. Solnea......?

Call the name. But I won't reply, I won't point my face at you.

I didn't know it in the basement, but the clothes I was wearing were worn out. My cheeks, my arms, everything is dirty.

The same dark hair as Master Range is shaking heavily in the storm created by the dragons' wings. But don't even worry about it. I'm watching.

Not the dragons. Master Range.

This guy has been like that since the first time we met. Master Range. I was just staring at Master Range. And still...

"Thank you for coming so far"

Again, I don't see your face here. But those lips opened.

The leaked voice - for some reason, it looked very sad, I felt.

"Feirona. Take Francesca and Mululu inside the castle"

"You!?

"I'll see. That's our wish."

You want to see it?

Do what?

Before visiting it, Mr. Faerona grabbed my arm. Mululu grabs his arm in the same way and gets pulled.

"Mr. Solnea!?

"Francesca"

Finally, I saw that face here.

It looked so... so, so sad.

I have to take that hand here. I think so, but I can't help myself. Stay away from Mr. Solnea while Mr. Fayrona draws his arm.

For some reason - I cried.

I didn't think so.

Thought so, my body didn't move.

It's a simple story.

No...

"In the battle of God, men do not enter. We can't even get close. That's all."

First time. The first smile I saw was so sad, I was about to cry out now, and I was with you so far, because I came on a journey, because I'm one of you...

"Goodbye."

That voice at the end, Mr. Faerona pulls me back to the castle. It's quiet in the castle, like a storm outside is a lie. Quiet...

"Mr. Francesca?

Master Masaki, who was in the castle, was heard very well.

Face up.

"Who's Solnea?

"... outside. I'm watching the ranges fight."

"Oh well. What about Soichi?

"Underground, following the fog bucket..."

"Well, then, am I alone?"

A single-edged, inverted sword in my hand is dripping blood.

With that sword on his shoulder, Master Masaki scaffolds the rubble and moves upstairs.

"Where to!?

"Where? - I have to help. Yamada, it's dangerous to be alone."

Laugh so, you won't see Master Masaki.

I...

"Right."

... get up. Still, my knee is laughing. As much, the battle between the dragons was shocking.

It was awesome, scary.

But.

"Do you still think there's something you can do?

"I don't know - but I can still move"

"Neither do I."

The three of us, laugh. Both Mr. Faerona and Mululu have cramps in their mouths. Maybe me too.

And another earthquake-like impact. That's right around the corner.

When I went outside, Mr. Solnea was still standing, and... to the ground, a red dragon was squatting.

"Dear Fafnir!?

"... Francesca, why"

"Master Range told me to protect you!

Running over, screaming.

No, it's not.

"Because I want to protect you."

Say that again and grab that hand.

"Really?"

For the first time, Mr. Solnea - he looked at me and laughed.

And look up.

Black dragon back.

There he is... a 'hero'.

I am, we are not God. It'll get in the way of the fight, and I don't think we'll get in.

But at least.

- I want to see it. I've traveled with you, although it may be a one-sided thought from this one... because you're one of us.