The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

"Hey - Hey, El! Can you hear me!?

With the back of a rampaging black dragon, he shouts up against the emerald scale.

How many more calls have we made?

Speak up, beat him, try to strip him away.

His throat withered because he kept shouting, and his fist hurts as if it had hurt his bones. Also, a black dragon shook my body tremendously to shake me off.

When you grab a black scale with your hand so that it doesn't fall, it feels null. Apparently, he beat the scales too hard and hurt his fist. As he endured it, blood poured out of the gloves he was wearing.

Red blood. Seeing that blood, I laugh bitterly. I also wonder if fatigue has made me laugh.

- If that seems so, how easy is it?

"El...... eh"

Now, there's a long time to get busted.

It also takes strength to stick desperately. Flowing blood and seeping sweat take power out of your hands, and if you lose your mind, you're going to slip off.

If I fall here, there's nothing I can do but be human.

Do I die in a breath, or do I have to break my leg bones enough? Either way, I won't be able to fight.

That's all, not yet.

Push your strength into your safe left hand and endure being shaken down somehow.

It's a giant that surpasses Fafnir. Does just getting rumbled drain your health, or are you just playing? After a while, the black dragon grows up.

I stand up on its back, anticipating growing up that way.

My head hurts. Summer hangs on my consciousness. Hot - that's because this black dragon is hoarding a bunch in your body.

So did Fafnir, but when the dragon evolves to gain more power than it does now, it generates powerful heat.

This is the case once I lost this dragon and spent it on a deserted island. Calories enough for sand to crystallize. It is still bearable now, but it will soon become unbearable in living human beings.

And this black dragon sublimates to an irresistible being.

Now that you have the power of Elmen Hilde, are you going to be a 'god killer' on my behalf as well...

"I'm not busy."

Talk to the emerald scale.

"I'm not busy killing gods."

Wipe the flowing sweat with the sleeves of your clothes, exhaling roughly.

"You can't protect what you want to protect at the expense of important things and you have to keep fighting"

Lose my people, Elle - but I couldn't get away with it. Even if I disappeared from front of everyone, I ended up fighting. Trouble comes from the other side even if you want to relax in the country.

In my head, I see a woman's smile with honey-colored hair. An animal man with always sleepy eyes looked like a floating subhuman.

But still.

Even if I lost it, I got a new thing. Friends, friends, what you want to protect.

It's hard to live as a godkill, but if you live, you can do something important.

If you can do something important, no matter how hard reality awaits you in the future - I think it's funny.

You laugh when it's sweet.

Killing demons was the only reason I was born.

It was born because I wanted it that way.

But.

But.

- Um, in the sunset, in a golden meadow. I told you, shaking your hair in the wind. You told me about your dreams.

A life born to kill God, but you had a dream.

I couldn't make it happen... but I want to live for your dreams.

If you live, there will surely be more, more important things.

That's how I want to live.

"El."

The black dragon barks.

It sounded like a roar stained with joy.

Sounds familiar - a voice that sounds just like Neifer's laugh.

As I react to that voice, a woman in white jumps out of a hole in the walls that Fafnir was able to destroy earlier as she swoops her black hair.

Some fragments were thrown into the air, scaffolded and approached.

I only know a few people with that kind of cod athletic ability. And I'm here because...

"Don't come, Masaki-chan."

Black dragons face the advent of new prey. My mouth opens.

What is unleashed is a black hotline that will destroy one mountain. But Masaki, who approached him to the front of his eyes sooner than it was released, punched him with his nostrils and forced him to shut his mouth.

The hotline explodes in your mouth and the giant trembles at its impact. Spit smoke from your mouth, and blood dances to the universe.

But the will of those eyes has not shaken slightly. Instead, I captured Masaki with anger emotions, not joy.

"What, bullshit!?

With a slightly drawn voice, Masaki-chan falls to the ground pulled by gravity. Normally, it would be fine at this height - but the next moment, the light rises, except for the emerald scales, those at my feet.

Black, cloudy, purple light. Catch up with Fafnir's flight, too, Guided Bomb. That's all we're going to, Masaki, who's in the air.

"Run."

I don't know if I got a voice.

However, she was torn apart, slashed, and lay low - but she was swallowed by the flames without being able to swallow dozens of them.

All of that black dragon giant was out of the way and I couldn't see it, but I didn't hear a scream, so it should be okay.

I think it's an unfounded word myself.

I haven't told you the situation, but did you figure it out somehow? In the time that Masaki-chan made me, I touch the emerald scales.

Remove the glove on your right hand and get bare hands. The skin is torn and the blood flows out later. The pain of being paralyzed when that wound touches the air, and is the white thing behind that red blood a bone?

I laugh bitterly at how seriously I hit him.

"I hate hurting. I'm scared to death, though."

Can't you?

Will it not arrive?

Can't you hear me anymore?

Such a give up is past my head and I throw away the idea of not laughing.

I don't care.

You don't have to reach it.

Even if you can't hear me - I'll call you as many times as I can.

"I don't want to give up anymore."

I can't go back.

To the golden meadow where you spoke of your dreams.

You're gone.

He's dead.

Oh, yeah.

I made a mistake. I was wrong. Even now, it's wrong.

So...

"Wake up, Elmenhilde"

Please.

"Without you, I can't fight, I can't defeat, I can't win"

More than anything.

- It's not fun to be alive.

But the emerald scales show no reaction whatsoever.

Can't you?

After all, I'm just a human being, and I can't do anything without being a hero.

"Please."

Be angry at me for making weak noises. Push my back.

... Also, call me by my name.

I need to talk to you. There's something we need to talk about. And - more, I want to live with you. I want to show you the world that Elle protected. Live, live, live - one day, I want you to think it's good to live with me.

I want to do what I couldn't do to Elmen Hilde.

I want to make Elle's share happy, too.

Like Elle - I don't have a dream, I can't make it happen, I don't want it to disappear.

You're so feminine. I'm thinking about the old lady as my buddy scratches in front of me as I'm about to die.

It would be feminine.

So...

"Get up now."

Looking up to heaven.

The sky is cloudy. It's going to rain now.

Even then, it was empty like this.

The black dragon rumbles out.

I wish it rained, I thought many times.

That way, I could tell the tears I shed were rain...

But not now.

"Astraela -"

There are no liberated constraints.

God the slayer, his vessel is not on hand either.

Still.

So.

"I'm here, I'm here..."

Bark to heaven.

The only pledge you can release, even without Ermenhilde.

Lotus Yamada sends God down to the vessel.

Seventh pledge. Last pledge.

"I'm here, come on, give me strength - Astra Ella!!

My heart bounces.

A load, as if his whole body had exploded, tries to take consciousness away in an instant.

Beat the emerald scales with your right arm, where your bones peek, eating and tying your teeth, chewing your back teeth off, and overflowing your mouth with blood.

In one blow, his right arm screamed. Pain free not only from the fist, but from the entire right arm.

Still...

"El, Elmen Hilde......"

Take the crushed scale in your hand.

That was it.

God's magic is too powerful for a man, and even if he opens up five constraints, he can only stand about one wave.

I'm unconscious, I can't stand.

Shaken off the back of a dragon, the body is thrown into the universe.

Floating and open.

What do you feel now, which one?

If you fall, you die.

If you die, it's over.

When you're done, you don't have to fight anymore.

I didn't like to fight. I'm scared, and no matter how used I am to taking my life, I still think I can't help but hate it from time to time.

Yeah, but.

"Are you satisfied?

Talk to the emerald scales, which are in your hands.

It's not over yet.

Behind my chest, it's warm.

This warmth stirs me up as many times as I can.

At the same time, it won't let me choose to give up.

That's the warmth I felt then - when Elle died, when he held this hand for me.

Don't cry. The warmth when you told me to live.

We've been together forever, forever. Oh, yeah. I've been... with you the whole time.

The ground is coming at me with great speed. No, I'm on the ground.

Fall - but no shock.

"Dear Range!!

They call me by name.

The ground softens as if it were the sea, and it flexes like a wave, so you take me.

The voice I heard was a woman with honey-colored hair who inspired me to get out of a country village.

The short sword of Spirit Silver (Mithril) she made when she was traveling as a single adventurer filled me with colorless magic and helped me with magic.

Soon, get up.

Follow me, and the black dragon goes down to earth again.

From its body, there is a rise in pneumonia. We are trying to take in Ermenhilde and make further evolution.

A shard of emerald in his hand pulsed to respond.

"It was originally empty - oh, is it full?

The sensation of the right arm returns. The pain disappears.

A flame overflowing from a black dragon gathers on me - a shard of emerald in my hand - rather than ascending into heaven.

Oh, yeah.

No matter how small it is, this is also Elmen Hilde.

"Ermenhilde"

――――

It's all right.

Believe me.

Days to date. Connect us.

the logic of this world.

Imagination becomes reality.

Thoughts help.

Thoughts don't betray.

"You're my partner."

Shake your right arm.

What appears is a jade sword. There are no golden ornaments, only jade blades and golden patterns - just our ideals, pursuing only the slaughter of God.

And Naifer's magic - a magically knitted armor taken from that black dragon covers his right arm.

"Range, I 'm-"

"Too much sleep, sleepyhead...... fuck"

Laugh at your heels and say light mouth as usual.

A black dragon barked.

Jade claws, fangs, scales are alive and well. But the roar sounded the loudest and happiest ever.

The Francesca ladies behind me scream.

Don't be frightened. It's okay.

"I have so much to tell you... I'm having trouble sleeping."

"How could I..."

"I guess you've forgotten, but that's what it was originally like"

Elle dwelt in his magic every time he slaughtered "The Families of the Demon God," filling and storing vessels.

That, at the end...... at the end, to form the seventh constraint.

The weapon that kills God is a vessel that accumulates the magic of God.

And without magic, I am the vessel that unloads the magic of the goddess.

We're only 'vessels' to each other, and I guess that's why Ermenhilde regained his will, even with smaller shards than the medal.

Store the magic of that black dragon in its body and continue to seize it via the jades that still haunt you.

It's the job of smart people like Utano to think about precise reason.

And -.

"Ugh, don't bark like that, I'll finish you off soon."

Say away to the black dragon and look into its eyes.

It was strange.

How could the memory about me have been so vague when I revived Ermenhilde? Was it lost?

Did Astraela tell you she made that choice wrong?

It does not disturb the resurrection of the dead, nor does it prevent them from doing so.

I said I was wrong because Elle was inside me. Her flesh was lost. But the soul with the memory of me was inside me.

If the memory is in me, well, there's no way I can remember Ermenhilde reviving me.

... Thinking about it made my mouth loose enough to tell for myself.

Oh, really. I'm an idiot.

"Look closely, Francesca."

They saved my life. I can't believe I'm a lady anymore, I can't even treat her like a child.

Call your name and wave your sword as usual.

"These are the seven constraints we've unlocked."

Raise the jade sword to heaven.

The dragon, wait.

Right.

If Temeer is truly a demon, I've been, and will be, the only one who can fight for it for real, and I can kill you.

This is the only time for a satisfactory battle.

"Astraela"

The magic rising from the tip of the sword rips the clouds, and cloudy weather covering the sky clears.

The dazzlingly beautiful blue sky appears. A bright, shining sun appears. A refreshing breeze blows, not damp air.

Sunlight illuminates the decaying earth, dead forests, and poisonous cloudy lakes.

No more - I don't need rain.

"I'm here. We're here."

Elle in me, he's got my back.

Strength increases.

The flesh of man, the weapon that can kill God, the magic of the goddess - and the magic of the black, demonic god who tried to destroy the world.

Four gears engage. Engage, intertwine, become one.

We're - one in four. That's Naifer's desired enemy. One I wanted. God of God Killer. God-killing man.

A black dragon breaks the earth with jade claws.

I wave a jade sword and pay for the killer I can point at.

"Let's go, Ermenhilde, Astraela -"

-El.

"Oh. Let's get this over with, explain it to me."

- To the best of your ability. Range.

It's an illusion. I know. But... on my chest, I get courage.

To be pushed back by that voice, just like then, but with little anger or anything like that.

Go to an enemy that is overwhelmingly huger than you are.