The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

My body is light.

Kick the ground fast enough that the expression cut the wind fits in, and pack a few steps away in just one step if you're normal.

The enemies that must be slaughtered are far above us, but still there is no despair.

"Bye. Let's do it, Elmenhilde."

"Ahhh."

Now, demons, gods, even skies are going to be slaughtered.

A strong grip on the sword in your right hand coincides with a black dragon over it opening its mouth.

What was unleashed was a black hotline that would destroy a mountain in the distance with one blow. The air is burned, the earth trembles with only the shock unleashed, and the remnants of the crumbling castle surrounding it dance through the universe in the aftermath.

Intercept the overwhelming fire of heat and power, but with no slight surprise.

Slash.

We can kill him.

With absolute confidence, hold the Divine Sword (Ermenhilde) with both hands and place it on the upper stage.

"Oooh!!

Shake down your sword before that hotline reaches you and rip the ground like butter or tofu. It is the slaughter of the jade that is unleashed following its trajectory.

Small and thin sole compared to the hotline emitted by the dragon. But it explodes and offsets when it hits against the hotline.

The impact of the explosion further blows the wreckage of the crumbling castle, cracking it as the earth around it screams. Far away - across the black dragon, the corner of the mountain that was safe collapsed.

Even if you are exposed to so much impact, you will not be pressurized. Step firmly on the ground with both feet and stare at the black dragon with eyes enhanced by Ermenhilde and Astraela, as well as Naifer's magic.

I'm not freaking out.

Take the sword (Ermenhilde) on your shoulders. Drop your hips, run out at any time so you can take the fastest step in the first step.

"This is what fighting God is all about"

The emeralds everywhere in the black dragon emit light.

Blow half a purple magic bullet pouring out of the sky like rain with a flash of sword and immediately erase half with another bottle created on your left hand. At the same time, the divine sword (Ermenhilde) 's fullness glowed pale.

You took in the magic you erased - speaking of which, I recall taking black magic from one end and converting it into emerald magic even when you were fighting Naifer.

I can't hold back the magic overflowing from my body. They say this is all drooling, but they're going to be fighting forever. I don't even imagine depletion.

Swing your left hand and return your sword to magic. That, just a flash of air screamed. The atmosphere is distorted, and the sickles (mayhem) become rough and stormy.

He also looks up at the sky with the sword in his right hand on his shoulder. Look at the black dragon.

The way he spread his wings to withstand the storm storm is magnificent.

"It's the battle Temeer wanted."

Run. Kick the air, jump, and move directly beneath the black dragon, fast enough to leave the scenery behind even the sound.

In the meantime, erase the sword of your right hand, with a bow on your left hand and a jade arrow on your right.

Dragons can't react to my movements with their eyes because of their giants. Even if the neck moves, the body needs time to change direction.

He was agile for this giant when he was fighting Fafnir, but now he's blunt-footed like a turtle.

From directly below, set an arrow toward the sky.

"Watch, Fayrona"

Your bow can do this, too.

The arrows released are one arrow. But two in the air. Two to four. Four to eight. … Meteors emitted from the earth, which totalled thirty-two, pierce the black giant.

A black scale that even begins to flame the Dragon King is pierced without difficulty by the emerald light.

The scream rises. I dye those eyes in anger and the giant falls as gravity draws me.

Are you going to crush me like that?

"Range!"

Don't panic.

When you distort your mouth and erase your bow, stand your sword with both hands.

As soon as he did, a falling dragon feathered his wings and changed course. Avoid me, get down to the ground.

"Shit."

Good idea.

A sword set aside to cut each falling giant releases a jade slash that offsets the dragon's hotline earlier.

Offset that with a flame bullet of aggressiveness, but now the aftermath of the explosion turns toward the black dragon.

They're mutually reinforcing on that hotline, just something that can be prevented by flamethrows.

Kick the ground.

No pity, no emotion, no hesitation, I rush out to end it. Giant that fifty meters will be. If you raise your neck, you move to a higher position where the head to be targeted is likely to take a day just to go up in a normal person.

From there, the dragon builds a flame in his mouth like an interception.

Slow.

Turn the sword into a spear and throw it in accordance with the tossing instructions. For the first time, the target is missed and the left corner of the dragon is destroyed.

Surprise Even while I stray from my neck, my legs don't stop, all at once to my nostalgia.

"Give it back."

As it is, take the shaken down giant arm with the right arm protected by the obsidian armrest. Both ankles sink to the ground, the ground can't withstand the impact, and it cracks like a spider's nest pattern around me.

And my left arm swung down at me.

The dragon giant, crushed by a blow with its weight on it, sinks to the ground. screaming the ground unbearably, not a body fortified by God's magic

"This is mine."

Remove magic from the area that touches your arm. It's not black. Give me the jade. My, my partner's magic.

Rapidly, jade scales and nails everywhere in the black dragon lose color. The same goes for the fangs that were on the head. Emerald goes to ash, and back to black.

At the same time, I felt the magic in me activate more than ever. The heat that was being emitted in an attempt to evolve into a new form cools rapidly.

"Mine, buddy."

It goes from warm warmth to heat and causes the heart to pulse. Its presence increases as if the nostalgic life in the chest responds.

He flashed the sword (Ermenhilde) that appeared on his left arm, crushing the arm that was about to crush me. Tearing the dragon's scales without any resistance, both arms dance through the universe.

A screaming roar is raised, while blood vessels grow from the incision of the right arm, muscles thrive and become new arms.

From my left arm, as if a crawling blood vessel had burst, and then dozens of tentacles appeared in my arm.

"Hmm."

Intercept with a sword the disgusting sole that came towards you. Six flashes while blinking. Tearing the tentacles into fine dust, a dragon wings in its crevice and tries to escape into space.

When you turn your sword into a whip, you catch a tentacle that is chopped, torn, and spits blood, and pulls.

From the dragon, it was pulled from a human being as small as a bean grain, and the dragon fell from the universe.

Keep the whip with your left hand, sword on your right. I fell to the ground and fleshed to an unbalanced dragon... I tried to crack my head at once, and now my tentacles swung at me using the momentum to penetrate.

Soon after enduring, his legs float and he is slapped from his back by the rubble of the castle, which was made wide and circular and far away. The impact collapsed the debris, to its underlay.

Faster than I thought about how to get out, I felt hot over the rubble.

Move your body in the dark and put your sword belly in front of you - in the direction where the dragon will be. At the next moment, the debris that was crushing me evaporates, and I can't help but blow my legs off on the ground.

Rolling over the ground with two and three turns, the black dragon figure was far... blown from the battlefield where he was fighting to the other side of the castle of the demon god.

Signs like a big decision on the ground. Looking back, that goes far.

"Ha"

Laugh. I laugh.

You having fun?

Oh, that's fun.

Naifer - the last time. I'm sure you, too, felt this way.

God and the God-killer. I can taste that battle twice, maybe I'm happy.

In the distance, a black dragon rises to the sky. A black giant is in the blue sky.

'... Range, are you okay?

"It's okay."

It's not the strength I've been talking about.

At this level, there is no problem with being burned a hundred times. The clothes burned, but there is no visible damage left to the skin underneath.

That's the thing.

My skin is now more defensive than Kudo's trial and error and the powerful protective equipment he made from demonic material.

'Cause you're here.

'... if you're going to have such a light mouth, you're going to be okay'

Exhale deeply as you hear Ermenhilde's voice. In the distance, the figure of a black dragon shakes.

Hot enough to produce a pneumonia. In front of the black dragon, even Fafnir's overwhelming purple sorcery floats.

Coming.

The moment I felt that way, I flashed my right arm. Clear the sword and set the bow again.

"Come on -"

It's not like earlier.

Now, I got it all back.

This is the blow that killed Naifer.

Purple shelling emitted and jade shelling.

It bumps into the air and blows up the castle just between me and the black dragon without a trace this time.

The explosion chooses the earth, scatters a storm, and an explosion of magic destroys the surroundings. Pure destruction, scattering shocks as huge debris as an orga flies far away.

When that explosion subsides, only silence reaches your ears. The sound of the wind, far away.

Slowly, walk out. Even the mountains that were far away changed shape, and the area of the blue sky around the place where the Castle of the Demon God was located seemed more extensive than earlier.

'It was too much. In that case, the Francescas...'

"I'm fine. Soichi and Masaki are here."

You're not intervening in the battle between me and the dragon, those two should be taking everyone away from this place.

Anyway... a year ago, I was watching the battle between me and Naifer, albeit slightly.

Even if Soichi gets serious and waves the Holy Sword, the extent to which he can slash the clouds. Masaki-chan's Devil's Sword slashes what he touches from one end, but he can't slay it without touching it.

From the ground up, no.

Break the earth with a flash of sword, break the clouds, and tear even the scales of dragons like tofu. Same with a bow, same with a spear. In any other way - I destroy everything and kill everything.

I know that, so I'm sure everyone's on the run.

"Trust your people, Elmenhilde."

"... if the person who created this tragedy says so"

I was pissed.

Yeah.

I like this. I knew it had to be like this.

'What are you laughing at... did you hit him in the head?

"That's the place"

Big jump over a crater made to the ground. Ahead there was a black dragon lying on the ground. My body is up and down, so I'm still alive.

That certainty proves that constraints still persist.

Turning his gaze to the side, he also looks like the Red Dragon King. Francesca and the others crawled out from under it. There are also appearances of Soichi and Masaki. Has Fafnir taken refuge?

"Don't get mad at me later."

"It's living proof - I'll be glad to piss you off."

Come on, settle.

Proceed to the black dragon. When I approached him, I noticed that the dragon wound was terrible.

The right half was extinguished and the blood was overflowing. There is red blood coming from the black body. The exhaling breath is also weak, short and shallow. But only those eyes looked at me. Powerful, golden eyes.

Those eyes are looking at me without being closed.

"Are you afraid to die?

From those eyes, the light is lost.

From the exhaling breath, the power is lost.

On the tip of my nose, I touched it.

"Me, too."

stroke.

No wonder, no anger, no sorrow.

"So I'll kill you"

Naifer said anger, grief, and negative emotions make people stronger.

Maybe it is.

In fact, a year ago, I fought with the anger that robbed me of Elle and killed Naifer.

But.

But.

Even without anger. Even without grief.... I can fight. I have company. I have a partner. I'm not alone.

"My win, Naifer."

I said hate.

That's what makes me strong.

... say no.

I don't give up living anymore. Fight to live. Live, live, keep living... I'll die laughing.

Fighting for the struggle. But I'm gonna choose a way of life that just wants to be strong. - Fuck you.

If you have company, if you have Elmen Hilde - you can fight without hatred. I can live.

Hold the Divine Sword (Ermenhilde) with both hands.

Towards heaven, set forth.

Overflowing are emerald and silver, and pitch-black magic light.

The light overflowing from the body gathers in the sword and ascends to heaven (blue sky).

Put your strength into your sword gripping hands.

"I live. Ermenhilde and keep living."

Shake it down.

So, over.

This past year - no, it's been three years since I was summoned to this world, the end of the battle.

When I think of the first time I met him, I think of how many times I fought after that.

Are you lonely or sad?

Naifer hates, and I still can't forgive him. But maybe I didn't hate it that much.

I fought many times. I exchanged my fists with my sword many times. There have been many times when they tried to kill me, and there have been times when they tried to kill me.

So.

I'm sure.

"Come here."

Lift the sword down and look back.

More behind everyone beside Fafnir. I lay my back on the rubble of the castle and give my voice to Sole, who watched what was going on.

Soichi doesn't even know if it sounds like it. But - I was sure.

He won't miss my words. Now, Sole rises and spreads his wings as if he had waited for the word.

Far away - the silhouette, a little strange. Oh, you don't have a right arm?

With that in mind, the flying sole jumped over Soichi and landed. I walk slowly.

Grey hair and a dress like a borough are shaking in the wind. In my left hand, I had my right hand.

"What about those hands?

"Cut off by a brave man"

The look on his face laughs with great pleasure when he says he's been cut off.

"Again, humans are good. Will this grow in the meantime?"

"Because your power is sealed."

"Oh, this is it?

Black chalker-like sealing around the neck. Saying as she looked at it, Shelfa laughed at her heels.

When you hold your right arm by the side that it has been cut off, you touch that seal with your left finger. And I tore it with my fingernails lightly.

"A toy."

"... was it a lie that you sealed the power?

"No. It's true they sealed the magic."

Shelfa says how funny my reaction was, breaking my face like a child.

He seems very happy - I guess because I'm opening up all seven of the constraints.

I can see the magic of the Demon King standing in front of me increasing. Earlier, it's not far from the black dragon - though.

"I can't fight with all my might. The fear of death is always beside us - if you die, you can't fight the Yamada Range anymore. I've always felt that fear."

Allow your right arm to touch the wound. That was it, the hand that had been severed moved.

As always, it's cod resilience.

"So I lived. I'm desperate to live for this moment."

Oh, and.

Listening to that word, I am certain.

This guy's getting stronger again.

It's not just a way to fight twisted down with force. He wanted to live, and he began to feel so strongly.

"To fight you. To settle. The person Master Naifer wanted. Nobu wanted to fight - Yamada Range, weakened to settle with you, frightened by the fear of death, and nearly killed by an overwhelming opponent if he gave his full strength... but he still lived. Oh - is this what you want to live for? You don't want to die."

Cover that face with your stuck right hand. From the gap between my fingers, my crimson eyes peek.

It's deep everywhere, and beautiful as red balls, pure.

"... Let's make good on our promise, Yamada Range. For that reason, he lived to this day. I waited till today."

"You made me do it.... but"

A sickle familiar to his left hand is gripped.

Grab the sword (Ermenhilde) in your right hand.

"Brother Lianshi!?

Soichi called my name. Masaki-chan also saw a demon sword (knife) pulled out of her hand and rushed over here.

"Don't come!!

Speak up.

Soichi and the others stopped by surprise at my voice.

"It's a good place, don't interrupt!!

Drain power. Become natural. Kurli turned the sword in his right hand, which sought only to slash him, without any decorations.

"It was a promise a year ago - I'll kill you."

"I live. Kill you, but..."