The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

Mr. Nelvia, who ran out to be bounced, and Durahan's slayal. The two of them flash that sword at the same time when they reduce my distance from each other in an instant.

But Mr. Nelvia seemed to be feint, and, pretending to be slashed and squeezing Slaial's sword, she swung the long sword aside with the momentum intact.

The slaughter with a sharp wind-cut sound approaches the slayer so that it is sucked in, but is inhibited by the sword he inserts without turning around, making a tall metal sound.

The staggering of the sword is for a moment. Slaial went on to set up a series of strikes that went unnoticed as he dropped his hips deeply. Opposing Mr. Nelvia brilliantly plays and plays countless spikes approaching like arrows in minimal motion, and on the contrary, even sets up a sharp counterattack.

Slaial instantly switched from a spike of rain to a big, powerful blow to wave his sword down in momentum.

"Nooo!!

"Ugh, cum...!

Mr. Nelvia, for a moment, prevents it with a sword he put over his head, but it must have been more powerful than he could have imagined. I took a step back with a groan of bitterness.

And just before the momentum slayer slashes it up with a knife to give it back and carries out the chase. When Mr. Nelvia puts his arms up high and wonders if he has taken a unique set up to halve his body, he skilfully deviates from slashing the slail and even pokes that gap and sets up a counter.

"Ha!!

"Mmm..."

Slaial, who was slightly out of balance for being distracted from the sword muscle, must have stepped on the counter. He jumped forward in an aggressive fashion, crushed the attack by hitting Mr. Nelvia with his fist holding the pattern of the sword, and slammed the sword in full swing like a bat to Mr. Nelvia, who was even more cursed.

It was Mr. Nelvia, who was prevented by a critical sword, but you can't kill him until you have momentum. You will be blown away by so much power that both feet float for a moment that you fall flashy.

A series of slaial attacks struck Mr. Nelvia, who rose quickly as he rolled down the ground.

Up, down, left and right, it constantly bathes the sharp and powerful fat muscles and does not give Mr. Nelvia a a breathtaking gap.

But Mr. Nelvia wasn't losing either, and soon he started to fight back with a sharp sword fight between getting used to Slaial's series of attacks and cleverly flaunting or deviating his onslaught.

Longsword's fullness is no longer invisible reward.

A silver flash was blinking between the two, even if the sound of the wind being slashed and torn apart was produced countless times from both.

Every time metal hits each other there from time to time, the orange sparks scatter.

"You're both so strong..."

Unexpectedly to the childish sentiment I leaked, Mr. Lümmyfort, who was watching the game next door, nodded small,

"But you're not serious about either."

"Huh? Well, I didn't use the Devil's Sword..."

"It's not. Nelvia always wants to go for the counter, but she's supposed to be more sexually fit in a more forceful and rough fight."

Speaking so in a pale tone, Mr. Rümmyfort narrows his eyes by staring at Mr. Nelvia, who occasionally adds a counter-attack, as he drifts through Slaial's attacks at the tip of his gaze.

Mr. Nervia's always after the counter? I've never felt that way before, but is it?

But if you really ask me, when I defeated Berrier, the leader of the Night Beast Bandits, I was just slashing him at the counter after he slashed him. I fought in the Republic, Gorzas, Kayliss-kun's brother. Even in the fight against him, I think Mr. Nervia was fighting at the counter.

I've never asked her in person, but maybe that's due to her kindness.

Mr. Nelvia, who is basically quiet and hearty, never sticks up from himself. So even if you want to fight, do you have a 'hit back' stance?

And that's what shackles her......?

"Ku......!

Mr. Nelvia's painful voice reached my ear, which was teetered with thought.

Happily regaining consciousness in the battle in front of him, a single cut was running on Mr. Nelvia's cheek, which had missed Slaial's onslaught. That armor, I'll definitely kill you later.

And multiplied by the slight fright caused by that injury, Sleal swung through a sharp and heavy blow, blowing Mr. Nervia's body.

Now it was Mr. Nelvia who was able to land without falling, but he roughed his breath into a breathless onslaught and looks like he's also seeping sweat.

The slayer against him has even abandoned his pursuit of Mr. Nervia and can afford it.

Once the reward of the sword had settled earlier, and Slaial lowered the sword to untie it, it was caught and Mr. Nelvia relaxed the atmosphere slightly.

And Slaial tells it off in a tone that seeped even slightly irritating.

"Lord Nelvia, what are you hesitating to do? What are you afraid of? That's not sweet enough to win."

"... I fear...?

"Is it because one brought up the story of Lumiche Lunavento? Compared to earlier battles with dragons, I wonder if they are tied to the movement of the genre" as it were "."

To Slaial's words, Mr. Nervia opens his eyes as if he were hacked.

I have no idea, but as someone who walks the path of the sword, did you have something to go through?

"Certainly some Lunavent-style sword moves can be described as the ultimate in protection, the ultimate in cutting back. But now, it is the full power of Lord Nervia that a certain wants to fight. I don't need to go out of my way to wrap my hard, unworthy armor around me."

"... but don't you want a chivalrous battle?

"I have trouble getting you to make fun of me!! I wouldn't call it cowardice or anything to do everything I can to protect my lord! A knight's life is not determined by small sword moves. It depends on that mind!

There is strength in the hands of Mr. Nelvia, who holds the sword, in the words of Slaial, who holds his fist and valves hot.

"Like a certain, if you don't want to lose everything, your master and country to protect will die... and you will squeeze your full strength!

I admire the masculinity of Slaial with his bishy sword tip towards Mr. Nelvia, only from the inside.

Somehow, it's not really about winning, it's about fighting. Because I was reminded.

Ms. Nelvia lay her eyes down to take his words firmly, then opened those empty eyes forcefully.

"Earlier, you said you wouldn't die in a physical attack, is that true?

"Hmm. The only thing that can hurt a certain person is an attack that resonates with a certain soul. I can't feel any pain whatsoever in trying to destroy my armor with a harsh attack. On the contrary, a flash of soul can be a sign of“ purification ”even if it only scratches the armor slightly."

... I mean, in a squarely grand battle, "I'm fucked!" If it's not an impressive attack, does it mean the damage won't go through? That's the Ghost Demon Nation, with a special ecology.

And when I heard that, Mr. Nervia smiled thinly...... I changed that calm atmosphere and began to develop a strong fighting spirit.

"I was relieved to hear that. Okay, let's go."

"Um, come on!

Slaial dropped his hips deeply and took the same stance as earlier, but Mr. Nervia, by contrast, sluggishly lowered his arms and weakened as if to untie the stance, beginning to sway all the way left and right.

That was like when I once unilaterally beat down a black dragon in the Republic...

It was a slightly upsetting slayer to Mr. Nervia's unique structure, but he will soon regain his position without alarm.

The two used to stare at each other... but it was Nervia who made the move ahead this time.

A linear assault until crisp, thoroughly eliminating extra elements such as hesitation, reluctance, evasion and defense. Slaial, who looked so dazzled by a clear disease, quickly regained his mind though and fought back calmly.

"You're going to poke an opinion to that extent!

To the penetration of Mr. Nelvia, who has no standing or snare, a slayal that waves a sword at the counter. At that moment, however, Ms. Nervia dodges the flash of horizontal giraffes released by Slaial, giving herself up to the ground sleigh. The movement was quick, and the response of the slail was so delayed for a moment because it was so smooth.

The sword that Mr. Nervia wields shortly afterwards is inhibited by his sword and scattered with sparks at the side lumbar girth of the slaial.

"Kuh... what's that now...!?

Ms. Nervia avoids the sword of Slaial, waved away by each opposing sword, by defying her body nearly ninety degrees behind her.

At this distance, at this time, he didn't think he was going to be dodged, not defended, so Slaial's posture collapsed slightly.

Showcasing a curvy evasion, Ms. Nelvia continues to rotate her body and slash it in a way that launches as much as she wants. To prevent the momentum from hitting him, Mr. Nelvia turned his wrist to forcefully deviate from the sword and forcefully punched Slaial's wrist holding the sword, as Slaial hastily pulled the sword back.

Gaink, a blunt metal sound sounded, and the right hand of the slail was played loudly. Though I hardly let go of my sword by my left hand, it is a flash that, if I make a mistake, could decide to battle as it is.

Mr. Nelvia's onslaught didn't end there, and from the current blow he rotated his body yet another time, releasing a flash with all his weight on it - making him think that the sword swung empty in front of the sleal he was going to set up, and Mr. Nelvia's spinning kick instead hit him directly on the axial foot of the sleal.

Slaial, who would have been stomping on his feet in preparation for a heavy blow, said, "What!?," he groaned, and he would kneel down.

"Haaaa!!

On her knees to a slayer of defense and evasion, Ms. Nelvia rained a tremendous spike with her tearing temper.

If that wasn't my mistake, it looked like the sword technique Sleial had unleashed earlier, but is it that I just saw it once and showed it imitated?

"Whoa, whoa!?

It seemed impossible for a boulder to chop off a spike move that was even difficult to prevent, in a knee-standing state, and Slaial took off his predicament by even flying hard behind him with some painful thrusts in its armor. Something like black smoke is erupting from the armor damaged by the sword.

Still stuffed in an instant to fold, Nelvia plays Slaial's sword loudly with a flash of impulse and blows away with a kick that weighs her whole weight onto an even more empty torso.

"Ha...!...... what a bad footie......!

While in a hurry, she doesn't respond to some delightful slaial whine, and Mr. Nelvia rushes forward to catch him pale. Hitting and changing from earlier, Ms Nervia continued to blame the falling back slayal.

"Bullshit sword muscle. It's a strange feeling. It's a roundabout.... but no waste! Is this the heart of Lord Nelvia!!

"The Lunavent stream is dusty. It's too interpersonal, and it lacks versatility and rationality for the demonic opponent."

Mr. Nelvia penetrates Slaial, who has managed to regain his posture, and still doesn't slow down at all. She went straight into the sleal where she stood at the interception… just before that she glided down the ground and took up the structure of the Renavento stream counter.

Slaial unleashes a bewildering, sideburn attack on Mr. Nelvia, who would otherwise storm the counter as it was supposed to wait. But to that blow, Mr. Nelvia quietly attached the belly of the sword, which gently strayed the muscle of the sword. If you look from the side, it's such a natural diversion that it looks as if Slaial has taken the attack off himself more.

And to the slayal that showed a big gap, Mr. Nelvia finally slammed a strong flash.

At the same time as the metal sound of GALLIWING!! sounds, black smoke erupts from the wounds carved into the chest of the slail.

Is the array that's erupting every time an attack hits you since just now like the blood you say in humans? He said an effective attack would move the "purification” forward, and the damage seems to be in there...

But there, Slaial's counterattack struck Mr. Nelvia, who exposed a huge gap for the attack. Maybe he was after a damage ready counter from the start to change the flow.

Slaial, forced to position himself by stepping on the ground, swung through the sword, aiming at Mr. Nelvia, who swung out the sword, and bounced that longsword straight up.

"... eh"

"Ready!!

With all the opportunity of a thousand encounters, Sleal waves the sword he has swung down to the unarmed Mr. Nelvia.

The assault with so many steps that a crack ran on the ground was fleshy in an instant to Mr. Nelvia, who showed a bare gesture of jumping backwards and dodging...

But Mr. Nelvia, who seemed to be trying to dodge by knocking his center of gravity back, dived into Sleal's pocket jumping this way, wondering if he had been forced to jump forward just by his leg strength from his knee down.

And he drew his sword-held arm, kicked off his axial legs, used the momentum of twisting himself and Slaial's own kinetic energy, and he bunged every piece of that heavy armor.

Its overly beautiful throw was reminiscent of Aikido, and the sight of heavy-looking armor dancing the universe lightly was even surreal.

Moreover, when Mr. Nervia caught the long sword that had just been bounced up and down by Slaial, he pressed that cut perfectly against the chest of Slaial, which had fallen from his back to the ground.

... If it's a battle between humans, it's settled by whoever sees it. At least the difference in strength was obvious.

Due to Durahan's nature, it's hard to tell how much damage it looks, but if they still do this so unilaterally, wouldn't they admit to losing out or something?

"... Huh, huh, huh! Brilliant! Brilliant! What's wrong with this? I didn't know someone would be taken so brilliantly by the balls! What a pain! What a surprise!

Slaial laughed (like this) slightly while lying on his back and slowly rose up and started paying off the dirt and dust.

I'm turning my back on Mr. Nervia as much as he should be hostile, but perhaps attacking him from now on won't do him any damage due to the nature of the Slaial.

Eventually, slowly looking back at Mr. Nervia, Slaial quietly returned the longsword he had in his hand to his sheath.

"I was almost satisfied and purified by accidental small hand examination. Let's not spare a moment and try everything we can to hold it."

That's what Slaial said, another sword on his hips... hands on it that looks like a Japanese knife and lets it slip away.

Reflecting the light of the inclined sun, the brilliant body was a beautiful one colored by a burning blade sentence (Hamon). Slaial laughs contentedly small at Mr. Nelvia, who leaked his admirable breath as if by accident.

"Demon Knife." The blade transmits all things (...) and continues to inflict pain like burning for three days and three nights. Avoidance is the only way to deal with it, not invincible, not bearable. "

Transmission? Continue to inflict pain? Something like a demon knife that slips through a sword or armor and inflicts pain without scratching your body......?

If the knife also transmits the flesh, there will be no such thing as only the body surface will be damaged like a normal knife wound. If you get your torso slashed, it should cause severe pain to your gut and you won't even be able to stand.

If that were to last three days and three nights, let's say a hand wound equal to a special in just one blow.

Ms Nelvia, who had listened to Slaial in silence, eventually returned the long sword in her hand to the sheath and then pulled out the Demon Sword/Rapid Rapid Sword Français.

"If I have to, I'm just talking."

"Then show me!!

Slaial, who kicked the ground and ran out at the same time as the words, swings through that demon knife.

This is Nelvia, who let me flash it on a piece of paper, but shortly after that another flash, yet another flash, and a special sword flash struck me many times within one breath.

Things like accepting it with a sword, or deviating from it, as before, don't do anything before the nature of “transmission”.

In between such a nasty series of attacks, Sleal crosses fists and kicks just in return for his earlier interest, attacking Mr. Nelvia.

And unlike Nelvia, a girl, no matter how much she says she's working out, that blow weighs completely differently in the slayal of the devil who manipulates the heavy armor itself lightly.

Ms Nelvia, who painstakingly took the kick of Slaial with a demonic sword, lost the momentum and danced the universe for three meters, rolling down the ground. Franpauge is equipped with a mechanism to kill shocks, so there does not appear to be any damage per se, but the slaial is imminent on Mr. Nelvia, who has exposed a large gap.

"Phew!!

Mr. Nelvia then waved the Devil's Sword in large part, clearly in time not to hit the Slaial.

Bo!! The blow with the vicious sound of it broke the ground extensively as it scattered just like an explosion, turning up the ground that Sleial was about to step into right now.

Slaial, who bounced the blow wide aside, fleshly tries to poke through the gap, but he stops by accident and jumps wide aside again. And the remnants of him were pierced by debris that flew in at high speeds.

Mr. Nelvia struck the ground with the Devil's Sword and, at the same time, shot out fragments of the rock floor that had risen into the air on the side of the Devil's Sword.

What kind of swordsmanship can be achieved by swinging through super-weight flanpages many times in an instant, and the stone debris released at high speeds, as if it were a bullet, arrives one after the other in the slail.

Slaial sliced through the fine steps and cleverly twisted them, while trying to sew the gap between the murder knocks and jumped back into Mr. Nervia's time.

At that moment, he returns the demon knife "Fire" to his sheath, twisting his hips to hide the knife with his body.

"Kaaaa!!

Released in a tough stepping and ripping mood was the divine speed of knife extraction. In my eyes, the moment I recognized I shook it, the sword was over.

If Mr. Nervia hadn't jumped back a long time ago, there might not have been a way to dodge it.

"Ku......!

But still, the critical and sword has been plundered, Ms. Nelvia has a distressed look on her face.

If you look closely, there was a red “line” running from above her clothes and armor on her left arm.

"... it hurts a lot more than I thought. You may not be able to sleep tonight."

"Hmm. I hear it was a demon knife like it used to be used for torture. I like the fact that my taste is bad but I never bleed in vain"

With that said, Sleal waved his sword several times towards the rock bed that had been turned up by Mr. Nervia's blow earlier.

The demon knife then penetrates the rock floor without resistance and runs some red lines on its surface. Where the demon knife has penetrated, does the red line run like that?

"Well, we're done talking. Let's go!!

Running like an arrow with its large body, Slaial approaches Mr. Nelvia as he swings his demon knife "Fire" around this sight.

But Mr. Nervia also rushed forward with the Devil's Sword in place in order to make an onslaught.

Though you can't deviate from the knife, Mr. Nelvia surpasses you in pure skill. So Ms. Nelvia avoided the sword that Slaial wielded with her human detached and flexible body, only to create a red line on her long blonde hair.

Franpauge, waved by Mr. Nervia instead, approaches Slaial with an overwhelming destructive force that exerts centrifugal force on its vicious weight.

And at last, Mr. Nelvia's demon sword captures the slail beautifully, spitefully cushioning the demon knife pattern and the opposite arm, albeit with a special blow.

"... Huh!?

But Sleial had taken a blow of Franpauge, which would blow even the dragon, without moving a step from the spot. The moment the Devil's Sword struck directly, the ground at the foot of the Slaial exploded extensively, but that's all. It doesn't even look like Slaial's arm broke.... What the hell do you mean?

And to Mr. Nelvia, who has been exposed to the biggest gap by the full swing of Franpauge, Slaial swings the demon knife "Fire.”

He was Mr. Nelvia, who tried to distance himself from him, but at the same time as his earlier defenses, Sleial was grasping Franpauge's fullness and would not try to let him go.

"- Shh!!

Ms Nervia then grabbed the wrist of the slayer for each demon knife pattern waved down at close range and twisted herself to throw the slayer, as she had done earlier.

But just as Slaial also learns, he resists with his arms pulled wide back by Mr. Nelvia, lest he break his center of gravity.

...... but when Slaial let go of her lightly grabbed wrist as she pulled her arm, she even let go without hesitation and she dropped her hips deeply.

And with the intense stepping in, suddenly he sets his wrist apart and hits himself all over his body as if he were slapping him on the shoulder and back to the slail he's about to fall behind.

"Guh!?

The slayer, which took a direct hit, blew away, letting go of the français that was holding him back. Without missing that good opportunity, Mr. Nervia, when he picks up the Devil's Sword, rushes toward Slaial, who falls on his back, jumping big and wielding the Devil's Sword.

Unlike earlier, Slaial had nothing to defend with his arms, and when he hurried to flip his body, he flew off the spot.

Shortly afterwards, the blow is swung down enough that the ground explodes extensively. The ground ripped open for me. I went up, and Thraial was taking a distance as I rolled through it.

And before he could get in shape, Mr. Nelvia would slap the demon sword on the rock floor where it had been raised and shoot it out as rain on the murder weapon as a shotgun.

"Noooo!

The debris that flies at high speeds has only been stiffened by the dragons for years and is hard. That's the speed that goes unnoticed, and besides, approaching it like surface control would be quite a threat.

Once the demon knife, unsuitable for defense, was returned to the sheath because of its "transmission” nature, Slaial pulled out the long sword and wielded it at high speed, shooting it down hard only with what hit him directly.

... but you can't even deal with the over two metres of boulder that flew in with the roar right after that, leaking a small groan but jumping straight into the side, making this critical.

"Haaaaaa!!

"- Huh!!

Mr. Nelvia, who jumped to Slaial without getting her hair in, has not got the sword. Were you putting me back into the sheath while I was distracted by the evasion of the slayal?

That's how she twists her hips as if to hide that sword with her hands on the pattern of the sword that is placed in her sheath. That's what Sleial was doing earlier...

Did Slaial also notice that, he turns to her, who is already approaching, and finds himself without alarm.

And at the next moment, Mr. Nelvia's sword flashes, which he showed by reproducing the knife extraction technique in the long sword, were released into the slayer -

"Agoo......!?

But Mr. Nelvia's sword cut the sky, and instead the "fire", which Sleial instantly pulled out of his hips with a knife extraction technique, carved a shallow, red line on Mr. Nelvia's thigh.

"Slow. This“ Drain Slash ”won't be complete unless it's against the sword (...)"

Slaial, who told him so briefly, waves the “fire” again towards Mr. Nelvia, who is kneeling in pain. It was Mr. Nelvia, who painstakingly scolded it, but Sleal twisted himself to keep standing, aiming at Mr. Nelvia's neck with a demon knife, turning and kicking where she bent and scolded it.

Earlier it was painfully preventable by Franpauge, but what Mr Nervia is now in possession of is just a long sword. If you hit him directly, he could snap every sword's arm.

But you had to, Mr. Nelvia shielded Slaial's spinning kick with a long sword and then the other arm...

The moment Slaial's kick hit him directly, a crack ran at Mr. Nervia's feet, and she could stand that kick without pulling a step.

"What!? Oh no!?

"Let the shock escape to the ground...... it's not a big deal if you try"

The moment Slaial's kick hit her straight, she looked like she was banging her feet hard on the ground... are you talking about that?

It was a thrayal that for a moment was barometric to Mr. Nelvia, but I immediately regained my mind and waved the demon knife to her feet. Exactly this cannot be defended, and Mr. Nervia turns herself into the universe with a tremendous twist.

And Mr. Nelvia, who caught Franpauge in the air coming down from the sky (...), waved the Devil's Sword down with the momentum intact.

Slaial, who no longer crossed his arms without words and hoisted over his head, steps on the ground on both feet to match Mr. Nervia's swinging français direct hit.

... but Franpauge exploded the ground at its feet when he swung Sleial's body away from the critical.

The hard bedrock is a “tatami” kind of procedure. When raised, it throws the body of the slail that stood on it slightly into the universe.

Yes... his legs are off the ground.

"Shima-!?"

"Ruhhhh!!!

Shortly afterwards, Slaial, unable to move in the air and escape the impact to the ground, was blown away with tremendous momentum by a direct hit by Franpauge.

Slaial, which danced through the universe with a heavy metal sound like striking a bell, arcs as he ejects a massive amount of black smoke from its body, falling about twenty meters over it.

It was a blow that would only travel to the sky in the upper body if it were a human being, but just as the opponent is the demon clan of the spiritual body who raves' I won't die in a physical attack '. When Slaial gets up, he turns to Mr. Nervia, who has already rushed out to chase you there.

But the left arm and chest are heavily shaken, and from the cracks that spread across the chest, there is constant black fog leaking out.

"... unconscious.... huff... I didn't know I could be cornered so far. Boulders are some kind of prospective knight."

With such a small grunt, Slaial's right arm, and the “flames” held in his hand, became red-hot.

"- Burning Blade (...)"

Once the red glowing "Fire" was wielded, an explosive flame of tremendous heat broke out of its sword tip, and it became the Red Lotus Wall, approaching Mr. Nelvia.

"Become!?

Mr. Nervia, who had just stabbed Franpauge at his feet, lays his hands on the sword, the last one of which he lays on his hips.

In the meantime, some of the swirling flames tore vertically as if they had been cut off.

"A boulder. True, no multiplication."

Slaial talks smudgingly that way as he emits his arms and knife by heat. His surroundings are too hot and the space distorted with melameras.

The opposing Mr. Nervia pulled through the Demon Sword Français, which pierced the ground, as he returned the Holy Sword Leviataine, who slashed and tore the flames, to his sheath.

The slayer who sees it flies the slaughter of the Aurora Flame by wielding the red-hot demon knife "Fire" endlessly.

"Nooooooooooooooo!!

The slaughter of the flames produced with the trajectory of the sword, even if speed is not so much, won't be enough if you hit it. A rock hit by a flaming slash on the evidence is melting away with a pussy and ominous noise.

Mr. Nelvia moves forward with such a flaming slaughter in a light form.

If you think you can't bend over, jump high, jump back to the side, or flaunt one flame after another, you were preventing it by turning the ground up at Français to shield it.

And even shoots out the rock bed instead of the shield by punching it out as much as you want to, towing the slaughter of the flames that was shooting out the slaughter of the slaughter.

Stone debris that is shot out at a bullet-like rate and the slaughter of flames that fly in if you don't burn everything down.

Running like the wind through an already worn out battlefield, the two run around releasing their respective ranged attacks, gradually packing their distance.

Everyone on this occasion had a hunch that the settlement was close.

And the slaughter of the flames, with six slaughters in one breath, then, with a dazzling red fever, burst into flames enough to fill my sight.

After slashing all six of the flames, Ms. Nervia tried to do the flames that pushed her like a tsunami behind a rock… but for a moment she looked back behind her and realized that there were ice dragon argolas and several dragon tribes behind her, hands on Leviataine.

"Ha, ha, ha!!

An unnoticed slaughter slashes and rips the flaming runoff, and somehow she and the dragon clans behind her escape the ordeal.

And with Leviataine back in her sheath, she ran straight to Slaial.

The slayer seems to be willing to wait, emitting some flaming slaughter and blasting tsunamis, but Mr. Nervia slashes them all down and pushes them forward.

Eventually, where the two finally flesh out to the end of their eyes and noses, Slaial releases a long sword extraction technique with his remaining right hand, turning the demon knife "Fire" into his left hand. Of course, the sword was flaming, and I pressed Mr. Nelvia to lick the ground if I didn't burn down his feet.

When Mr. Nervia jumps at it without hesitation, he jumps to Slaial with the Devil's Sword Français as the momentum stands.

But there, Slaial waved the “fire" on his left hand as if he had a clear aim, unleashing a flaming slash on Mr. Nelvia, who was immobile in the air.

I am sure I would slash and tear with Leviataine, and I'm sure Slaial was up to that assumption, but Mr. Nervia's actions were something that would go on that diagonal.

When she swung the français in the air, she was pulled by its weight to re-orbit the gakun and make a second (...) jump in the air to slaughter it. It is an aerial manoeuvre allowed only to Mr. Nervia, which is possible because it is a franpage that allows you to change your weight freely.

Jumping over the head of Slaial, who was taken aback as it was, Ms. Nelvia undoubtedly pulled out a long sword of her hips and threw it straight from the top toward Slaial.

That sword will pierce the armor of the slail, the joint portion of its right knee, with different dimensions, making it structurally immobile.

"Gu, no, wow!!

And to Mr. Nelvia, who landed behind him, Slaial, unable to move his right leg, looked back painfully and emitted a blast from the “Fire".

But the blast flames tear in two, as if cut from space to space, and Mr. Nelvia appears swinging Leviataine through its red lotus curtains.

"Wow, wow, wow!!!

A roaring slayer waved down Nelvia's sword at the end of which she had just swung through Leviataine without aiming for the biggest gap...

Shortly before that, Mr. Nervia's second (...) slaughter, which caused his body to spin quickly, was released.

"Burning Blade (...)!!"

With enough shock and explosion to rock the earth, the blast flames emanating from Mr. Nervia's Leviataine marked the slaughter, slashing Slaial under one sword and laying low.

Its power was immense, and several times the flame of the "burning blade” unleashed by Sleial himself was compressed, blowing its body wrapped in armor far above it.

A few seconds later. Slaial, which has fallen a few meters away, is melting out from his hips to his shoulders, throwing out his hands and feet with both swords and demon swords removed, lying down.

Mr. Nelvia slowly walked over to him like that, taking a closer look at Leviataine's vitreous body, which had caught fire until earlier, before stroking it and putting it back into the sheath.

As Ms. Nelvia peeks into the slail, which falls on her back and doesn't even move pickly, the slail, which keeps blowing black mist out of the melted lacerations, begins to emit a plundering voice.

"Oh my God... I didn't know this one could be shot by a" burning blade "... what irony"

"This Leviataine doubles and unleashes what was slashed and torn in the first slash, in the second slash."

In Ms. Nervia's supplementary explanation, Slaial leaked, "I see, it's full".

Then when he exhales deeply to his satisfaction, he speaks to Mr. Nelvia with a sunny voice.

"Thank you... Lord Nervia. Now there is no untrained as one... finally... finally passed away to the Lord..."

"Are you going to die...?

"It's a little different... something was dead a long time ago... thank you from the bottom of my heart for saving a certain soul... thanks"

I had just met him, and there were tears in Mr. Nelvia's eyes staring at the decaying slayal when he said it was just a pattern that was unilaterally challenged to fight.

They noticed that. Slaial leaks a grin with a crease.

"If you feel sorry for someone... please take this demon knife" Fire "with you..."

"... okay?

"The sword will only be waved… and instead, please let me see the future of Lord Nelvia's walk…"

Mr. Nelvia, who nodded small at Slaial's words, picked up the demon knife "Fire" that was rolling on the ground.

"... the pain caused by the" fire "... will go away if you stroke it with its sheath"

Ms. Nervia nods with her fingertips at the red line running into her arms at the end of the day.

Eventually, the black smoke rising from the wounds of the slail began to mix with white, sparkling smoke.

I'm not familiar with souls and spiritual bodies or anything, but we intuit that the purification of the slail has entered its final phase.

"... oh... warm... really, it's been a long time..."

That word. Finally, Slaial never uttered a word again.

The white, shining smoke out of his body rose to the sky and eventually became invisible.

The armor where Slaial lived collapses in tears just when he finishes his role, and later only the sheath of the demonic knife "Fire" remains.

When Mr. Nelvia picked it up and pushed it against his wound, he confirmed that the red line running on his skin had disappeared and snatched the demon knife "Fire". You put your sheath on your hips like any other sword, and then you walked back towards us.

Mr. Nervia walked straight to me without waving his eyes and stared at me with a sad uplift.

"Good Luck"

"... Yes, Master Sefi"

Everyone around us quietly watched how we were doing to Mr. Nervia, who was not well enough to see it.

Then when I invite Mr. Nervia, I hug her, who approached me snuggly.

The first time I've killed an enemy - no matter what that reality is, I guess that's how she receives it - I'm upset about it, and I'll give her a strong hug with a little trembling and a gentle stroke on her head.

"You saved Slaial for him. It's great."

"... I, I, am..."

"You must be tired. Get some rest, Nelly."

That being said, when I gently slapped her on the back, Mr. Nelvia leaked a small whimper and wet my clothes.

Then I kept leaning aside and saying words of comfort until the yang sank across the mountain and she was too kind to settle down.