The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

"Sword Drawing -" Empty Play Sword (Kusanayuken) Forris Repia ""

What Mr. Rümmy Fort pulled out more than the inside of his black coat was a slender sword that made the embroidered needle as big as it was.

Featuring a curved twist and a delicate design like a plant twist, the thin sword is gripped one on each of her brown arms.

As I carefully observed what the hell it would be like to fight with that, Mr. Rümmyfort bundled those two against the face of Tyrannosaurus Grachidelia with a terribly coarse hand.

The opposing Tyrannosaurus glachidelia greatly dodges its small, thin sword whether it sensed something instinctively dangerous. The Tyrannosaurus, who showed a delicate move that did not seem like a giant over forty meters, stepped to the ground to fight back to Rhumyfort as it was...

And by the shock that struck the back of his head, he curled a long time ago.

"- Huh!? What!?

Upset tyrannosaur to attack from an unexpected angle. What he witnessed like that was a fluffy, one-on-one, universe-dancing twofold sword.

Shortly afterwards, when Mr. Rümmyfort gently waves his right hand with two fingers up, the thin sword that was stationary in the air accelerates incredibly and hits the Tyrannosaurus.

Tyrannosaurus still dodges them in a agile move that is not commensurate with the giant, but immediately if Mr. Rümmyfort wields his two fingers gently bent, the fine sword rapidly changed its orbit as if responding to it, hitting the Tyrannosaurus' side head directly.

Compared to the tyrannosaurus giant, that's the only fine sword that feels as sizeable as an embroidered needle, but its power seems to be quite something. Though it does not penetrate tough scales, it is able to melt the giant while scattering intense sparks.... maybe alle, if you were a normal human or demon, you could let him die instantly with a single blow.

"You're so cocky, you little mutton fish!! Such a mon. I can't bear it!!

Tyrannosaurus puts his hands and feet firmly on the ground and strengthens his whole body, as if to prove his own words.

Then the fine sword that freely dances through the universe starts to hit all the Tyrannosaurs, but the Tyrannosaurs, whose centers of gravity are no longer unstable in an attempt to force them to evade, will not lose their posture even if they take that direct hit.

And then the tyrannosaur, who went closer to Rhumyfort, carefully swung up his right arm to avoid losing balance, slamming him with two fingers against Mr. Rhumyfort, who operates a fine sword.

The shock and roar that rocks the earth, and the earthly smoke that stands up.

At that time, I was worried for a moment about her safety because the movement of the fine sword that accidentally danced through the universe stopped… it seemed to be an extra worry.

In that spot, where the earth smoke cleared, Mr. Lümmy Fort, standing as if nothing had happened over his right arm, waved down by a tyrannosaur, was about to stick his arms inside his black coat.

And...

"Sword Drawing -" Empty Play Sword (Kusanayuken) Forris Repia ""

Seeing her words and the demon sword taken out again, I doubt my eyes.

If my eyes hadn't gone crazy... there would have been as many as eight 'follis repias' in both hands, one between all my fingers, with my hands together, pulled out of my coat.

A total of ten fine swords thrown unconstitutionally, combined with the two earlier ones.

All of them hit the Tyrannosaurus as if it were a creature of its own will, in line with the movement of the ten fingers of Lümmy Fort.

Gacagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagaga

"Guh, wow, wow!?

Each sword, powerful enough to rock the dragon's giant, continues to strike constantly, up, down, left, right and back, ten at the same time from all directions.

The black scale of the tyrannosaur is so miserable that it is lost sight of it in a scattered orange spark. Exactly. The next attack prevents Tyrannosaurs from taking one physical move either.

And one of the fine swords that flies at an unnoticed speed seems to have plundered the right eye of the Tyrannosaur.

At a moment when the stuffy Tyrannosaurus showed a gap with a scream of anguish, ten follis lepias assembled instantly to one place, poked down the neck of the Tyrannosaurus directly from the top and slammed its giant down to the ground.

Until earlier, the black dragon rin, which was glowing, is now worn out by the onslaught of overlapping.

One blow at a time will not be a tolerable attack, nor will it be impossible if we continue to be constantly attacked from all directions so much.

Looking at the current series of rewards, it seems that the battle is no longer decided… but there does not seem to be a backward two-letter in that tyrannosaur.

"Yee-yee yee yee!!

The tyrannosaur, who was lying on the ground, jumped as he tried to punch the ground with those four hands and feet, and set out to rush straight toward Rümmy Fort.

Mr. Lümmyfort stops the imminent arrival of a mouth so immense that he swallows every house, waving his hands down without panic, slapping the ten fine swords released directly from the top.

A tyrannosaur with half his face buried on the ground still wields his giant right arm toward Mr. Rhumyfort...

"Sword Drawing -" Rünserleia "

GOOO!! Shortly after Mr. RUMMY FORT flickered back and shouted his approaching right arm wrapped around the wind-cut noise - the right hand of the Tyrannosaur tore and erupted a black blood splash.

All the nails were cut off from the roots, plus the area of the arm that passed near Mr. Lümmyfort was chopped up with no extra space for each of its tough dragon rinds.

I can somehow see that you probably took out the Devil's Sword and attacked it, but Mr. Rümmyfort's hand did not already have a sword in hand, and it was no match to see a sword that would be 'Rüsselreia'.

"... Reggie, did you see that now?

"No, not at all..."

Two people who were observing the battle to eat in next to me leak such a grunt.

Subsequently landing on the ground without sound, Mr. Lümmyfort turned his body as he twirled and spun to leap,

"Drawing swords -" Wearing a protruding Ya sword "

A long, thin sword that seems to be as tall as an adult, removed from a slender coat. I aimed that cut at the face of the perfect and tyrannosaur, sticking straight out the arm that was bent as it was.

Then from the face of the Tyrannosaurus sounds like an explosion, and its enormous face peeps loudly. Two more times, three times and a series of explosions exploded defenselessly exposed throats and chests, blowing backwards as they scattered black dragon rinds.

Still, the Tyrannosaur hurries up and takes a critical stance, but the invisible “spikes” that fly in one after the other now kill into the Tyrannosaur with the same momentum as Gatling Gun's simultaneous shooting.

The spikes that just plundered the tornado's body flowed backwards as they were, wearing countless deep holes in the far rear rock walls. It's a hell of a speed and power, and a long range.

Apparently, this attack, specialised in penetration, was also the power to grind the scales of the Tyrannosaurus, perhaps the highest of the Dragon tribes. If it's a lined dragon, you'll even be afraid to pierce it with a single blow.

The dragon clans around them were stunned by the nightmare of such an attack being rained and poured down.

Mr. Lümmyfort finally stopped the attack and remembered that super long sword. She walks over to Tyrannosaurus Grachidelia with an unusual look, an unusual foothold.

A tyrannosaurus staring abominably at the parallax and peeling off scales licked his bloody skin under the crushed scales with his tongue.

"I'll admit it if you surrender. I don't know your bitch, and there's no point in continuing."

To the surrender recommendation spinning in a pale tone, but when the Tyrannosaurus Grachidelia rose in a worn out appearance, she opened her huge mouth with a shimmering backward scaled red eye to the limit.

Then at that moment, the surrounding dragons stand together and begin to panic.

"Shit! Grakidelia, are you willing to release an array forbidden by the Dragon King!?

To the screams of Scarlet Dragon Bogarnia, there is no gap for me to return the words of doubt...... The Tyrannosaurus Grachidelia releases the breath of destruction from its mouth.

And just before that, it was Mr. Rümmyfort's whisper that I could hardly hear.

"Sword Drawing -" Shizuku Gentle Sword "Lormangoshua"

The explosions emanating from the mouth of the Tyrannosaurus Grachidelia echoed as the surrounding dragon clans lay down simultaneously with their ears blocked. You can see the rock walls in the fire escape to too much sound pressure.

An acoustic attack that could blow your tympanic membrane if eaten properly, but of course we did not reach the Dragon Clans, who are one step further behind Mr. Rümmyfort.

Shortly before the attack, what Mr. Rümmyfort took out of his nostalgia was a dagger with an integrated shield of graceful design around his handles.

She just twirled it around at hand, and the violent sound waves were most of them deactivated.

Probably much the same mechanism as my junction to disable speed. It is a technique that creates invisible walls and prevents any physical interference.

This enemy attack was a "sound," so the sound echoed all around us and reached our ears a little, but at a volume far from being able to kill.

To that evidence, all the dragon tribes who watched the game before where Rhumyfort stood were falling and lying with their heads, and the dragon tribes who watched the game on the side close to us showed no signs of being upset but damaging.

Tyrannosaurus glachidelia, easily outnumbered by the attack, which probably would have been kept. Regardless of how he looked like that, Mr. Rümmyfort kicked the ground with those long brown legs.

If you think she jumped straight up, she would instantly reach above, kicking in the air several times. No, if you look good, it looks like you were running through the sky by manipulating and scaffolding the 'empty play sword Follis Repia' that was still waiting in the air.

And Mr. Lümmy Fort stands on the scaffold with a fine sword in the air, making the black coat overwhelming. She kicks that scaffold vigorously and takes further demonic swords out of her nostalgia.

"Sword Drawing -" Rapid Sword "

A familiar, crude form for us, like forcing a lump of pitch-black iron into the shape of a sword. The wavy sashimi was heavy to see, plus her removed sole was roughly twice the size of Mr. Nervia's Franpauge.

From directly above to Mr. Lümmyfort, approaching like a meteor, Tyrannosaurus Grachidelia tries to greet him with both arms and a long tail.

All of them, however, were played and diverted by ten fine swords that flew in from nowhere.

And a direct hit.

An awesome shock wave that sounds like a thunder and is scattered. The sword that was swung down swept in with momentum that just beat the Brain Heaven of the Tyrannosaur, slamming its giant head to the ground.

The fierce winds that have arisen in doing so are about to blow our bodies watching in the distance.

"Ugh, ku......!?

"Why shock......!!

In addition, due to so much shock and momentum, the body of a tyrannosaur slammed to the ground even had a slight bounce.

And at some point, landing on the ground, Mr. Lümmyfort launches further from the bottom with the sword in his hand.

Again, there was a thunderous roar.

And a tyrannosaurus glachidelier with a monster-like giant is launched and blown up 20 meters above.

You can no longer speak up as anyone else, an insane sight. Shortly after the dragon giant blew up as it spun two times in the air and was slammed against the rock wall behind it...

The dazzling sun pouring down into the demonic realm was blocked (...) and everyone on this scene was staring up at the sky.

"Sword Drawing -" Slaughter Castle Upper Sword "Scylum Saxia"

Over forty metres long, the Tyrannosaurus Grachidelia looks up far above it and opens its mouth with pocan.

Because as soon as Mr. Lümmyfort put the dagger he had taken out of the ground directly above him, the dagger held in his hand glistened, and at the next moment it became the size of whether to reach a total length of 100 meters.

It is even suspicious that it will no longer be categorized as a “sword," if it truly takes the name of Sole...... "Sword to slay a castle".

That blow, which is more factual than shaking it down, such as collapsing.

It swallowed the Tyrannosaurus Grachidelia into its run-of-the-mill of destruction while collapsing the corner of the Dragon King's Peak without a trace.

"Wow!?

"Dear Sefi!!

"Hide behind me!!

A blast of crushed rock walls and mixed earth and dust scatters around the surrounding area, centered on the tyrannosaurus Grakidelia caught in the collapse of a supermassive sword.

Scarlet Dragon Bogarnia sheltered us with wide wings in front of the “wall” of rocks looming like an avalanche or tsunami. As a precaution, I cover up the nearby kids with artifact grams, plus Soti puts up a magical juncture from above.

And we were swallowed by earthquake streams, with so much noise that we instinctively felt fearful.

My vision was obscured by the dirt and dust that I could stand in for a while, but eventually when my vision cleared up by the warm wind swirling on the Dragon King's Peak... all I could get was a dry laugh at the sight that was spreading there.

Inside the fire escape, a terrain like the one that spooned off the summit.

We who were in it should have been surrounded by high rock walls all around us until earlier...... we could see the horizon (...) at the end of our gaze.

Tyrannosaurus Grachidelia, who is caught in the collapse of the summit and is stripping her white eyes, and Mr. Lümmyfort, who stands with his back to us.

The referee Grey Dragon, who had such a stunning view of both, seemed to recall his work one night late.

"Shit... Winner, Balbeaut..."

It was a winner's declaration that seemed out of your mind that you no longer had a grasp of the situation… but still winning is winning.

Mr. Lümmyfort, who quickly summoned the Devil's Sword to retrieve it, returned to us with a refreshing heel.

"Nelvia, Reggie. For both of us, I tried to move as slowly as possible and use all sorts of demon swords. Was that helpful?"

With that said, Mr. Rummy Fort beats the dirt out of his black coat with bread and starts eating the fish dried out.

I was relieving you with that... No, well, if you mean it, you can kill me instantly, and you really must have been relieving me all the time.

I'm just a little sympathetic to the Tyrannosaurus Grakidelia whose suffering was prolonged because she was seriously strong and sturdy...

Well, whatever it is, that's three wins. The battle ends in our victory, and we can give three orders to the Dragon Clan from here.

We walked all the way to the fire exit and walked over to the purple dragon Nargazo. And when you reach a distance where you can't reach the breath of poison, Mr. Rovero, the butler dressed as Mr. Lulu, will step forward and open his mouth as well.

"Well, were you satisfied with this?" Dragon Dance Rite "has ended in our victory. It will be a winning reward for the opponent."

'Don't wait. What am I mistaken for? The battle is not over yet'

The purple dragon, roaring abominably until earlier, said something strange with a shitty grin somewhere.

"The battle isn't over? With our three wins, the battle should have closed?

"The battle is five to five. Then we start the fourth match '

"Let it be the triumph of those who won first - that should have been the rule in starting the fight?

Multiplied by Mr. Lulu's argument, Scarlet Dragon Bogarnia will also cover you from behind.

"It's ugly, Nargazo. Admit you lost."

"You forgot? This time it was a condition of betting on“ hope ”. And“ hope ”can be dispelled by“ hope ”. Only then will we need to continue to compete properly to the end and reveal the wins and losses of both '

"The 'Dragon Dance Rite' would be over by the time of the triumph!!

'That's right. I don't bet on anything in "Dragon Dance Rite". Different prerequisites. "

Purple dragons that don't break their floating attitude don't even get evil, they carry on with an ugly grin.

"Well, if you really want to get off the battle on the way, you can decide that there was no" Dragon Dance Rite "this time."

"You! Shame on you Nargazo!!

'It's up to you to shame, Bogarnia. Damn, it's a traitor to bring in people to attack the Dragon Clan. The Dragon King is angry.

"Hey, I didn't say a mess, if you want to do it, let's just get started"

I got paralyzed by the dragons who were arguing like elementary school kids, and I got so annoyed, I pinched my mouth.

Scarlet Dragon Bogarnia opens her eyes as if it were an indication, and Purple Dragon Nargazo distorts her mouth just to say what she thinks.

As soon as Nervia and the others said, "Dear Sefi!! scream," but I keep it gently under control with my hands.

"The fourth is me and the red one there. The fifth is you, the kid with our wings growing and purple. That's for sure, right?

"Kuk. Oh, yeah."

"I'll be kind enough to say, we're so strong. If you keep fighting like this, you're bound to see painful eyes... but still continue?

'Ha, this is a lot of confidence! Your people seem to be worried about you a long time ago, but are you okay?

"Don't worry. I'll finish you off in a flash."

When I said that and laughed invincibly, Purple Dragon snorted with hun, even as he narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Well, then Bogarnia. Shall we begin Game 4?"

'But... okay...?

"Not good! Master Sefi, have you forgotten your promise!?

To me sitting on the throne, Mr. Nervia screams as if he were stuck. Kaylis, Reggie, and the others looked at me worryingly.

to everyone like that. I smiled,

"I haven't forgotten my promise. And protect it properly. And on top of that, we're gonna win."

"... Master Sefi?

"It's okay. I'll be right back."

Having gently stroked Mr. Nelvia's cheek, I move to the center of the fire entrance, sitting on the throne.

Bogarnia was still following me like that in a bewildered way.

"... just in case, I'm still the“ Four Heavens, "among the Dragon Clan..."

"Oh, that's fine. Doesn't matter"

I flaunt Scarlet Dragon Bogarnia, who has begun to boast of some strength, with my shoulders properly blocked.

Scarlet Dragon, looking slightly muddy, but still looked at me worryingly. It's as popular as it is rare for a dragon.

I turn my gaze back to the gray dragon, perplexed by the throne that floats in the universe, for the continuation of the exact game.

Okay, here we go.

'... ah, oh'

When I urged him, the Grey Dragon nodded hesitantly before sounding its tall voice softly.

"So..." Dragon Dance Rite, "we will run the fourth game! - Here we go!!

"I surrender!!

"Eh."

"Eh."

In my declaration of surrender, Scarlet Dragon Bogarnia, the Grey Dragon of Judgment, my companions, and the Purple Dragon Nargazo raised their dumb voices in a way that everyone was taken aback.

"Sa, it's over, it's over. Bye."

Coming back to my fellow flutterers while sitting on the throne, I report as I piece for everyone.

"Sorry, I missed it. Heh."

When I said that to the feeling of being a little confused, everyone who heard it spurted out of a pocan look, simultaneously.

"Pfft, haha! Is that what this is about? If you say so already, Master Sefi. I was worried!

"No, no, you're right ~. 'Cause we've already won three. It's ridiculous to fight seriously."

Yes, we've already won three fights, so even if we surrender the remaining two fights, our victory won't waver. You have the right to order at least one thing.

Well, with artifact grams and demon-sealed black stones, there's nothing you can't fight about. Whatever wins and losses, you can't worry about your family.

I laughed with all my buddies, and then I turned to Doya for the purple dragon, who was staring at me from a bit far away.

Doya.

"Ki, you... surrender... you admit that!!

"That's crazy, huh? That dragon was surrendering in the first game, right?"

"Gu......!!

Doya aahhhhhhhh!!

After showing off my full Doya face and inciting the scattered Purple Dragon to defeat, I smiled at my buddy Harpy Girl, also Nemesi.

"Well, that's why I say hello at the end."

"Yeah, I got it! You're gonna make the perfect decision!

Nemesi, who looks like Harpi, communicates with me in eye contact before smiling nicely and heading to the center of the fire escape.

The opposing purple dragon has also walked to the center with its reddish eyes already one step in front of the reverse scale.

'... I'll go first. I have a bad temper, so if you don't say it out loud when you surrender, you might not hear me. "

"Oh well. But you can rest assured. I have good ears, so if you pronounce it right to the end, I can hear you."

Nemesi seemed kind at first glance to speak to the purple dragon who would make a declaration to slay him even if he surrendered subtly.

... I perceived the meaning of the word, though I felt something cold in my spine.

Then the usual, grey dragon signaled the start of the game.

"So..." Dragon Dance Rite, "we will run the fifth game! - Here we go!!

Along with the signal to start the game, you tried to throw up even with a poisonous breath, Nargazo the Purple Dragon with his mouth wide open.

But with his mouth wide open, he solidifies with his mouth open as it were.

In front of the purple dragon stood a girl wearing red eyes, pure white wings and poor maid clothes on her golden hair, not a harpy girl until just now.

"Long time no see, Nargazo. Ever since I came here to beat the dragon king?

'Ugh, ahhh...!? Why are you here...!!

Nemesi's "Transformation," which also copies completely to the intensity of the subject. Now that I had unlocked it, the amount of magic leaking out of her body was at an off-digit level.

Nemesi smiles with cold eyes everywhere at the violet dragon Nargazo, trembling with its magic.

"... the flying lizard flavor kept me on track a long time ago."

When the temperature disappeared from Su, and Nemesi's expression, the air shook billibly, causing the surrounding dragon tribes to panic in half.

"For a bad boy, you're a dick."

Nemesi says so, stepping out toward the purple dragon.

"Hii!? Ko (...) - '

The head of the purple dragon Nargazo buried deep on the ground, along with the explosion sound of Zuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!

If the word is right, Nemesi must have dropped the dick.

Then Nemesi, who grabbed Nargazo's wings and was forced to pull them out, whispered to him, who had already become a bug breath in one blow.

"For a bad boy, you've got a bum."

"Ooh, kah... wow, ko, down (...) -"

When something sounded like a burst again, Nargazo's body was thumped deep into the rock wall around the fire exit.

... the dragon rin on the head and butt is a piece of wood dust, but you still have crazy arm power.

Nemesi, walking over to Stasta and Nargazo, grabs Nargazo's tail and pulls him rampantly through buried in the rock wall.

"For bad kids - that?

…………

"I think I fell asleep"

When Nemesi abandoned him so boringly, he poignantly threw the purple dragon Nargazo, which peeled off his white eyes and stopped moving even Pickley, and turned back to the grey dragon.

"Can I win?

"Hii!? Also, of course!! Winner, Master Nemesi!!

The Grey Dragon, who did his last service, hastily flew away somewhere.

Nemesi, who dropped it off, just turns his back that he's not interested in the dragon anymore and rushes towards us.

"I'm home! Eh heh, I won, Sephilia!

"Good day, Nemesi. That's four wins and one loss... minus“ three wins ”as planned, and we (...) win."

As the corpses rolled unconsciously and the dragons laughed at each other, we exchanged high touches.

Now, do you want to handle and sprinkle the rest after the war?