Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

Even I'm not losing my cool.

Sure, Dyson was stronger than me. Suddenly out in front of us, the girl with the blue dragon scale also has sharp nails piercing Louise's 'Orihalcon Armor' with one blow.

That's right, the allies of the naval powers Castile and Dyson.

Let's praise them for having all the mighty pawns together.

But they're both close combat cheats.

I don't know what to say because I lost my opponent's good one hit, this is war!

Melee cheat measures are also contemplated here.

They have a fatal weakness.

"Kaara, do him!

"Yes, Father!

My wife's hand. If you call me, Kaara will show up from every shadow.

I know it's because I ordered you to wait, but it's something you used to disappear and hide patiently.

My wife uses Kaara's mighty advanced magic.

Martial arts cheats, especially strong. But the people who can only exert their power at close range. You just have to seal it up with a massive attack from a distance.

Now, Dyson couldn't do anything when he received the dust and sand that collapsed in the underground corridor of the Imperial capital.

No matter how powerful the individual power is, it is no better than the great power of nature. An overwhelming enemy has its weaknesses.

"Kaala Demonia Demonics commands the earth to become a great enemy and crush it!

Advanced magical rock dropping (grag press) of a plain category of soil that simply drops huge rocks, but Kaala's spell is a different one.

"Kaala Demonia Demonics commands! Huge rock, when you pour, pour, pour, pour, pour!

Dyson and the blue-scaled girl are overhead, hitting rocks in a row from all directions.

A series of rock drops, a pinpoint attack. You wouldn't have to do such a turkey smell, you'd seem like an amateur if you could just use Meteo Strike, who's good at it.

But it's not that easy.

The current King's Capital is a situation in which the Sorcery Division led by Prime Minister Nicolas is carefully applying extensive dispelmagic to seal the magical power of the enemy.

Naturally, the other two senior magicians have also set up dispelmagic as a response, so they are in a state of antagonism where magic cannot be used against each other.

Kaara is instantly chanting rock drops (grag presses) in a series of fields with anti-spell magic scattered from both sides of the enemy, drawing magic out of an undispelled gap like a hole in a needle.

As if, the famous conductor of the orchestra, waving his hands violently as he hissed, pulling out one rock chunk after another and dropping

I'm not sure how awesome it is for me to not see the magic flow with zero magic power, but the genius Kaara, who has the properties of a demonic clan that can directly exploit the magic of a human being, has the ultimate in the culmination of human magic.

She is a fine genius magician (cheat), although she tends to be seen cheap in a Heppoco Demon Warrior-like way. Using that ingenious magic technique, a massive mass attack is established.

Even if the Iron Fist plays the Sword of Light, the sharp nails crush the Orihalcon.

One after another out of the air, your hands and feet can't get out when you're crushed by countless masses.

Hands and feet out, you're out... Hey!

While I'm saying that, the fighter cheats are coming along smashing through the huge rocks that are pouring guns.

It's a massive attack coming down from all directions, don't flat out break the harsh laws of physics with power!

Those guys, the monsters, they're already above that level. Can you deal with him like that?

Kaala's attack will at least be stopped. Your feet don't have to stop, but your enemies slow down.

"Hellman, we're getting away with this right now!

That was the defensive cheat, Hellman on the Iron Wall. Even that dragon daughter's sharp nail hasn't hurt herself one.

Hellman rose up, holding 'The Great Shield of the Orihalcon', injured by the dragon claw attack.

I said, "We're retreating!," he said.

I decided to hold on to Louise, who was still groaning bitterly, and run away at full speed.

"Louise, hold on tight."

Louise's appearance of blood dripping from her lips is painful. She came back here shortly after her break after a series of battles in the Duchy of Rankt.

No matter how you give him a healing potion to treat the wound, he can't even take away the accumulated fatigue.

You've come so far to help me, now it's my turn to protect her.

Take Louise and make sure she gets away with it.

It's a nasty state of conflagration, but the enemy's power is 2,000, and we still haven't allowed it to enter the king's capital.

The local interest is here. If you get a good distance, you can set up shelling. As long as we converge on a brawl, it's a battle we can definitely win.

"Don't run, Silesier brave!

"What? - Don't fight me. What are you gonna do, Da?"

"Shit, you can say whatever you want... just watch it now"

Fighter cheats from behind follow me persistently. You're a stalker!

Kaara keeps trying and dropping rocks for me, but I can't get far at all because I can avoid it with my instant legs (sidesteps).

If I could rebuild my attitude, I'd have a hitter.

"Looks like you're struggling, Silesier brave Takel"

"You, faggot...... not, Archbishop Nicolaus!

Before fleeing along the city's outer walls, suddenly Archbishop Nicolaus, who was supposed to be in the Imperial Capital, appeared.

I'm not naked today, I'm wearing archbishop clothes.

It's too abrupt, but every time a coin flies around with silver wings, it comes out untouched.

There's Dyson, so it's not weird to have Archbishop Homo around.

I'm sure you promised me you'd be on my side. Now I hold Louise, who is unconscious, and I grab the straw.

Now, faggots, nonques, whatever. Come on.

"Huh, I've been waiting for this time. Finally, it's my turn, isn't it? Let me help you with your machete."

"Please, Nicolaus!

Even though there's nothing you can do about it, Nicolaus Cardinal is still the archbishop of the Brave Test First Class.

The strength to extremes divine magic to the finest is not Dada. The Holy Relic "Adamo Leaves" was also blinding, even the Dyson opponent would be about to stop.

Dyson's legs stopped as he quickly-fixed his silveredge glasses and stood in a refreshing nicolaus.

All right, well done, keep stopping with the flesh bullets. I don't care if they kill me, if they bump into each other, that's fine too.

Even if Nicolaus dies, we will thank him for his work and give extraordinary consideration to the treatment of neo-denominations (homotestants) after the war.

So it's not a waste of time, Archbishop Homo!

"Phew... If you think of someone, have you fallen back on Silesier, Archbishop Nicolaus"

"You're the one who betrayed my heart first, Dyson. You pervert (Lolicon) who's not worth as much as a horse's shit stuck behind his shoe. I'll be punished by Arthama in a strange way, but fine!

Dyson laughs with his nose glancing at Nicolaus looking bored.

Well, you don't want Archbishop Homo calling you a pervert.

"Humph, so what are you going to do, Nicolaus? Not at all. With the addition of one cleric, this flow will remain the same."

"I'm not the one fighting. Dyson, I want you to fight the new brave man I certified."

That said, ahead of Archbishop Nicolaus pointing fingers, stood the old emperor Conrad, who should not be able to get up from his wheelchair.

From the high outer walls surrounding the Wang capital, he jumps over the shellfish purple cloak. Even me, I unwittingly stop running and doubt my eyes.

The old age of a slender yore yore. Conrad, who should have been busy (candled), who could only groan words of unintelligible significance that Eliza could only understand, jumps into the battlefield with a squeaky look.

It was an incredible sight, I accidentally check that it was manipulated with thread. Did the sacred magic have yarn manipulation or something? No, not if you're joking.

"Hey Nicolaus, what have you done to His Majesty Conrad..."

"His Holiness Conrad, the ancient brave man, gained a new saint with bravery and regained the power of previous years once again. Oh, I thank you, this is Arthama's guide!

This faggot archbishop has done something unscrupulous. Have you become a brave saint of the weakened old emperor Conrad and resurrected your strength as a brave man again?

Old Conrad's body appears to be temporarily recovering in silver light though. You whip too much on an old body, let a half-breed do such an unscrupulous thing, you're usually going to die.

I didn't stop, and I thought you were okay, and Conrad with the gray hair crossing (Romance Grey) turned to me and made me laugh extra.

"The valiant hall of Silesier, if you correct the former, all the rewards that the rest of the past deeds have invited. I'll take care of Dyson."

"Conrad......"

I've never heard my busy grandfather talk properly.

He had such a sinister voice.

"Fuhahahahaha, this is delightful. You mean you brought that old emperor Conrad back to life."

Dyson is happily fisting.

Conrad, when he gently touched Louise's body, which I lowered to the ground, instantly removed the 'Orihalcon armor', though I don't know how.

Terribly thin and strange to be walking, Conrad strained to his body so that "The Armor of Orihalcon" could be attracted when he gently lifted the "Great Sword of Orihalcon" and set it up.

What is this, an ancient brave man can even be used in psychic powers?

"Yes, you impudent bastards who call the Emperor by his name! This Konrad Germania Germanics, the brave and only emperor of Germania, will defeat you."

"Hey, Conrad, don't push me"

No matter how much ancient brave power has been revived, it is the cold water of the old man. You can't let a skinny, slender, shivering grandfather like a dead tree branch deal with a giant fistfighter (boxer) like a moon wheel bear.

Well, the power of chaos resides in Dyson's body, too, so the power of the brave won't win.

"Young brave man of Silesier, you still do not know how to fight true brave men. You should see the rest of the battle and learn"

"He said it was a true way of fighting the brave..."

I wonder if you're talking about an earlier move to automatically put on or take off the 'Orihalcon armor'.

But with such a tiny superpower, there's no way Dyson can take it down.

"What's up, if you can fight the resurrected old emperor Conrad, that's funny too. If you don't want to come, you're gonna have to go this way."

Dyson has a fist here at his leisure.

The blue dragon scaly girl also put her arms together and lowered back, Dyson and Conrad. They're going to watch the battle between the two Germanian emperors still.

"Brave Takel, look at the rest of the battle and remember. The power of the brave can also be used through weapons and protective equipment in this way!

With that said, Conrad didn't have time for me to stop him, and he set up 'The Great Sword of Orihalcon' and hit Dyson.

Dyson's fist stops with the Great Sword on 'Orihalcon's Armor' when there is a nasty noise of rubbing metal.

Right, the great sword of Orihalcon has a band of silver power wrapped around it like a sword of light.

If you look closely, there is another dull silver force in Dyson's armor. When I saw it, I finally realized.

Dyson and Conrad and I fought differently. They are consciously passing the power of bravery and chaos through the armor they are equipped with.

Conrad flew as high as a feather had grown, swinging his big fist and trying to capture Dyson.

Dyson's murder fist, Conrad gently recieves with the sword body of the Great Sword. It was like dancing, so streamlined and sharpened a sword move that the core of my heart trembled just watching.

Softly control the rigidity. This must be the original Germanic-style swordsmanship, a child's play, such as the moves that Fried was wielding his sword at his disposal.

Is this the sword move of the old brave man who created the world empire Germania?

Conrad, once a brave man, is impressed if he thinks this is how he built the world empire.

"That's right, legendary brave Conrad. Silesier's youngsters have a different taste."

"When you're young, you don't talk easily about brave men!

"Well, we don't need an old man in the new age. I'm glad to defeat the old emperor with my fist."

"Pull it out, kid (shudder)!

The temper of the ancient brave Conrad was just fine.

But after all, Dyson moves fast. If Dyson's fist, like a chunk of steel, hits him with just one blow, he'll wipe out Conrad's life and all that.

A daughter with a dragon scale on her blue-haired limb stood up to suppress me from jumping out.

Shit, what the hell are you?

"Brave man, late in introducing myself, but I am Alle Rango Land of Dragon Maiden (Dragon Maid). Whoa, wait, I'm not going to fight the brave, Da."

"If you're not willing to fight, get out of there. Can you shut up and watch such an old man fight Dyson?"

Though the dragon maiden who named herself Arre is not in a fighting position.

Try to keep me from going with my blue scaled hands wide open.

"No, silesier brave. That old man wants you to inherit your brave moves through battle, Da. Draw the will of a warrior who risked his life..."

"I don't care about the battle of the brave, the pride of the knight or anything like that. If you're unwilling, just back off!

Dyson is young and full of strength, whereas Conrad is already breathing.

As it is, Conrad will be killed by Dyson.

Can you shut up and watch a dying old brave man risk his life to tell me his moves?

I know, it's a common story. That would make the story exciting if Conrad showed up dead here.

Instead, Conrad, I guess he's gonna die from the start. Otherwise, you'll be in battle with your old body.

Maybe giving up his life and fighting is the way Conrad took responsibility for causing an unprecedented war that ensued from the Silesier match.

"Ah, why are you dressed so easily to take off, what is this, just a bandage?"

"Brave man, if you want to take off a woman, Dana where there are no people..."

Shut up!

I'm shivering in anger right now. I don't have time for you.

While rubbing with the array, the bandage that had been wrapped around my body was removed and my nappy came out.

Normally, I'd say I'm a warrior, but not if I'm rolling out such a joke right now.

Even if well-shaped breasts show up plunging, a girl named Arre doesn't even try to hide her breasts with her hands spread out on her big letters.

Damn, was it shallow to think that if you could bend over even screaming a little shy, you might be able to get out of the enclosure?

Even if the bandage covering her busty chest is broken, the dragon maiden girl doesn't show any gaps.

Right, 'cause we're in battle. That's right, but we're in the way!

"Just get out of the way, get out of the way!

"No, look better than that. A swordsman is risking his life to tell you his moves, Zo."

That's what I know best...

The old emperor, with his "Great Sword of the Orihalcon," can be seen confronting Dyson but gradually being pushed.

From Conrad's forehead, I sweated softly. How many more shots of Dyson's crushing fist (press out) can you stand as it is?

I know because I ate that one myself and I'm dying. No matter how strong the sword and armor through the power of the brave man is.

Conrad's old body can't stand the heavy fists of Dyson so much that even his soul is scratched off.

Conrad literally stands with his life shattered as he ignores Dyson's fists.

You can tell by looking at the sword muscle. Conrad is no longer going to defend himself or win. You're going to make Dyson tired enough to lead me to my battle while you show me the moves of the brave.

Conrad's redemption for not being able to stop Fried because of his own impudence. I guess that's what you're going to take responsibility for.

If Conrad sacrifices himself and showers even a single machete, and I win the exhausted Dyson opponent dressed up, and an end to the Germanic war, then everything will be beautifully happy?

But it's wrong. Germanic emperors are always selfish.

"Don't be ridiculous, Conrad! Fried won't be the only descendant of you!

"Wow."

I stopped running through my iron wall defenses and stepped back.

An impugned arrow is about to fall, but that's not what I found out.

I dropped back because I saw a little girl running around with blue platinum blonde hair in my sight.

The last successor to the Germanian Empire, Empress Elizabeth.

Little Eliza runs up to me and offers me a magic gun (rifle) with her little hand.

You brought it well, with this you can win.

"Dear Takel, please help your grandfather!

"I undertook!

Old Emperor Conrad has taken responsibility the wrong way.

Eliza's crying. Your granddaughter, you're the only one left with flesh and blood. Don't die leaving your eight-year-old grandson still counting on you!

I set up a magic gun (rifle) for Dyson.

To keep pushing, I screamed.

"Brave man, why stand in the way of a duel! This is a proud fistfighter and an ancient brave man risked his life..."

"So hey, you're saying that's what I found out!

Put the power of the brave through the weapon.

He taught me some really good things. But you didn't have a gun in Conrad's time, did you? So the old man doesn't know what I'm going to do.

"Look, this is the way brave people do things in a new age!

I concentrated, Dyson, and I pulled the trigger on the magic gun.

For Eliza's sake, I will never let you kill Conrad. There is no longer an inch of stray or hesitation, the way it is done is the same as the image of piercing through the sword of light.

This sharpened feeling, bullets hit even with your eyes closed.

Even if I didn't have a scope and aim, I saw a Dyson giant hanging, spinning, flying bullet clarity.

The lead bullet that was shot off is not just a bullet. It has the power of Arthama's light in it.

As if it were a small 'Sword of Light', the bullet flies all the way to Dyson.

In a moment, Dyson noticed the bullet coming at him and tried to play it with his fist. It's a brilliant reaction.

If it were just a bullet, I would have played "The Power of Chaos" that dwelt in Dyson's fist is easy, but it breaks through!

"Whoa, whoa!?

The sound of a broken bone sounded gushing, and Dyson's big fist was smashed and scattered with every "Orihalcon's Armor".

To the frightened Dyson, Conrad slashes him with a sword.

"Gu Ha, why!

The fist man, Emperor Dyson, retreated as the bullet smashed his right fist and slashed his left arm with a great sword.

As it is, I guess I'm going to run away with my instant leg (backstep) using my leg spring.

That's stupid stuff, there's no point in taking a distance against a flying tool.

I can see you in such a hurry.

"Don't run, Dyson. What happened to your prestige earlier?"

"When you fly tools, why..."

Dyson's blood-running eyes are stunned.

Right, that's what it is. Drowning in overwhelming power means.

"Don't think you can get away from my bullets, eat plenty!

"Scratch the rest of your body. Ooh!

I, once, squeezed the trigger quietly.

In a world of silence, the image of the light thrusting through. Dyson's giant, it's big, big enough to hit even with his eyes closed.

A bashfully dry sound sounded and 'Bullet of Light' pierced Dyson's chest.

Dyson sprays a lot of blood out of his chest, as if it's been a lie.

"Guha, this is so stupid...... it's impossible, if not... Why the rest of the strongest flesh, collapses"

Dyson keeps spraying blood out of his chest and letting his legs wander still, waving his fist up this way.

It's strange to be shot in the chest and alive, but is this your instinct as a boxer?

Bloodstained demons, but not horrible anymore. If only the power of chaos were to be crushed, Dyson would be just a strong 'man'.

Die as a person, Dyson.

"It's your loss. I'll make it easier..."

"Guuuuuuuuuu!"

One more blow, toward the big one that just curls already, and pulls the trigger quietly.

Another shot of 'Bullet of Light' pierced Dyson's chest as he was sucked in, smashing that giant.

At the same time that Dyson falls with a huge earthquake and a sound, Conrad pounds one knee gawdly over whether this one has done its best.

Eliza rushes over to Conrad.

"Grandfather!

Me too, go check on Conrad...

Chill on the side, check Dyson. It's the blood that erupted itself. In the midst of it, Dyson is lying on his back in a big letter.

Big hole in the chest. Humans die if they are shot through the heart by a bullet. If you break even the power of chaos, you can't disobey people's statutes no matter how much you work out.

In spite of his desperation, Dyson opened his eyes, red and bloody, holding his fist tight.

The fact that he was defeated with that flying tool that he denied so much may have been careless.

I don't think this is bad because it's war too, but I'll pray for the best. So don't come out disguised.

No, I know because it's me who fought Dyson.

I'm sure Dyson's body will never come back to life as an undead or demonic.

The fist man emperor Dyson, who caused chaos in this world. He just asked for strength and kept waving his fist to kill him. The living was loved by 'Mother Chaos' and given the power of great chaos, but still, like Fried, never fell into darkness.

Dyson was a human fistfighter (boxer) until the end. He fought as a proud man, and died as a man.

It was annoying and extreme, but I can't deny it until that way of life.

But even Dyson, the melee cheat, fell into darkness and stayed without becoming a demon king, and I can say it helped.

"Ugh, you seem to have died..."

"Grandfather, grandfather!

Conrad, an old brave man, held by Eliza and lay slowly on the ground to the best of his ability. The eight-year-old girl is crying in a loud voice as she leads to the old body.

No matter how temperamental you are and how smart you look, Eliza is just a child. Even Conrad himself would not have the right to take the last of his flesh parents from his children.

"Emperor Conrad, don't make my grandson cry"

"Sman's, young brave... I'm tired. And then, please."

Leaving that behind, the old brave man closed his eyes quietly.

Hey, you're not dead.

When he rushed over and took his pulse, the old brave Conrad seemed to have just fallen asleep.

Ugh, he's a noisy grandfather...