Maouyome

"Run...... Astas."

He presses his liver balls into the mood, shrinking into fear, and whispers them right behind his back. The presence in front of me sucks anyway. The absolute sense of despair that I feel just face-to-face is the same as I once felt, … more than that.

The discomfort cages in the signs of wandering behind you.

I'm also in the mood for some ridicule when I think maybe you're distorting and dissatisfying that terminal face.

If it wasn't even a dumb one, you'd soon know how badly he sucks in front of you.

He's an honest guy, isn't he?... really.

"... of course, to one (...) o (...) right?"

"The oath of the brave is to keep the Virgin. You can't leave Mariel and let me get away with it."

"What a fool..."

"Ask for the guys outside. He was... a little unexpected. You're the only one I can ask. Listen to me."

"... the way you put it is cowardly."

Stay in the mood by not shifting your gaze away from the niyake surface in front of you, but sliding into a gripping sword pattern. If I don't, I'm going to cry out soon enough.

Once before, I confronted the Demon King.

Had it not been for that experience, I might have abandoned myself by now for fear and despair. Absolute difference in my power. Despair when you have the overwhelming strong in front of you.... so strong the separation of forces that I have to admit.

"Please!

Take a deep step without letting me reply.

Keeping his posture low, he builds momentum in his kicking leg on his knees and squeezes into a pattern that squeezes his frightened heart and gall.

Niyake side showing extra space, toward Fascias, who remains the same as 13 years ago and admired.... I wanted to punch through the face of that thing.

The dull metal sound sounds low.

The slashing of the full body, which gained momentum of rotation, was taken in the pattern book of the sword, which was lifted without creation. I hate the way you don't make it faint, back to back with the shock recoil you feel in your hand.

But even then, it becomes a restraint.

"Astas ah!

"... Grr!?

Over his back, he shouts to Astas, who shows him his rounds.

I suppose you feel impudent about being missed first in this situation. I don't hate that straightness. But here, I just need you to give up and swallow it.

After showing a moment of confusion, Astas rushes past the side all at once. Disgruntled but without looking back, I drop that back off at the edge of my sight.

... Sorry, Astas.

Push in the sword with more force to restrain it. But the monster in front of me didn't even give me a glimpse of Astas running away.

"I can't believe you missed it. Be nice."

They only told me not to return you.

"Well, be polite!

Pull the sword out of the blade alignment state to leave it at your disposal, put your weight on it and punch it from shoulder to shoulder. Stepping sharp, the non-fasciace-like trunk sways just as well on a bump with added twisting of rotation.

Further, the moment I try to keep the 'Spear of Light' from my feet, my spine freezes at the signs of inorganicity looming from outside my sight.

...... Yikes!?

As he laid his hands on the floor and snapped to the ground from body to body, behind his back, a mass of force with unlikely pressure swung across him.

Shortly afterwards, he avoids rolling down a sword attack that will be swung down from the top, and shortly after the cold sweat dries up, he takes a distance and wakes himself up at the middle hips.

For a moment, the figure disappeared from sight.

Where is it? At the moment I thought, the sword reflexively fits against the swelling dos black killer right up on the side.

A heavy shock ran into the pattern book of the Great Sword, which made a fierce noise with a kick-ass in, and painfully inhibited the target's sword tip.

"You're going to react well inside."

A delightful whisper is whispered as the combined sword belly is pushed further in. What the hell would make it so heavy if I ate it? The weight of the sword being pushed in is unusual.

"Agu..."

It lacks a strongly chewed back teeth.

My whole body muscles squeeze into the pressed sword pressure.

You're not the one who can handle it by doing it properly.

When he leans on his sword belly and twists himself to somehow escape that position, an impact runs on his flank.

"Huh!?

The instant you understand that you've been kicked over, the intensity of the shock grows. I couldn't resist the shock of being smashed through my whole body with a big rock, and it blew me mildly as if it were a ball or something.

While the shock keeps me breathing, my vision flows with tremendous momentum.

Crushing the pillars of the temple, he jumps a few times over the grassland ahead of him, where he hits through the stone walls, and finally his body touches the ground.

The beaten whole body trembles in severe pain.

It's not a masonry hammer. Don't use people's bodies to remodel temples...

"... Ha!

Blood marks mix in my pharyngeal breath.

There's definitely cracks in there everywhere, damn it.

After all, it's a monster.

When I managed to get up in my fluttering sight, the monster slowly appeared out of the hole in the wall of the punched out temple.

"... ho, get up soon. You're tougher than I thought."

"You've been working out for a long time."

"That's a special victory. The weak?"

Desperately retains a hazy consciousness, constructing the magic of 'healing' and applying it to the body. I can't seem to afford to build anything but restful in the circumstances, but for now, if I can move, that's fine.

Honestly sucks if you get folded up here.

Breathe deeply and focus on your opponent's behavior.

But there's no sign of a strange pursuit.

Against this side, which does not break the will to resist and reinforces the vigilance, the monster in front of him looks at the condition as if to see something rare.

... What is it?

What the hell are you thinking?

"You can't."

The look of the monster in Fascias' face distorts.

"I can't even feel the confusion or hesitation shards. Why do you think so much? It's not that light of a relationship, is it?

The burning frustration arouses at its genuinely strange appearance.

"Horrible...... A phony."

"You think I'm a phony?

What's so much fun, I came up with an interesting look at the words I said.

The joyful face is abominable.

It is true that the figure is fascias as such. No matter who else I see wrong, there's no way I can forget what Fascias looks like.

As a brave man I once admired, there is no difference in appearance. There is no illusion, so I guess he looks like Fascias.... just the outside look.

Moreover, it has remained the same at all for 13 years.

I don't know what kind of karakuri that is, but I can tell right away that he is not a real fascias.

"... it can't be."

I don't know why I bothered to show up like that, but it only adds to the frustration that I once admired for being an important figure.

"If you're fascias, if this is Ladalest, why don't you have a (...) i (...) tsu (...) next to me!

I admired the same back and lost it at the same time.

He then went back to Radarest.

If he's real, there's no way he's not lying around. If he was here in the first place, there's no reason to shut up and forgive him for looking like Fascias!

Push the recovered body forward with impatience.

Fear and awe are fucking creepy. Eh.

Now I just can't help but want to smash the phony in front of me.

"The brave Fascias has become! He died fighting in front of me and him!

I can lightly take the sword that I slapped on at my disposal.

I remember the feeling as if I was slashing on a chunk of iron, but I still don't mind, slashing repeatedly towards my face.

"... is that about Olorena?

The continuous blow of the whole body is lightly taken, instead it is lightly blown away with a blow that is swept through all the time.

Using the Great Sword as a shield, he jumps back himself, letting go of the shock he receives as much as he can. A blow that looks like it just swung through lightly is outrageously heavy.

"... cum"

An unmissable shock erodes the core of the body.

When I fell on one knee, I heard a laugh from above my head that included him.

"Come on. I don't know about that woman. Are you wild drooling dead somewhere by now, or are you burning to death?... Well, either way, sometimes I come back alive."

"Holy shit! What did you do to him?

Instantly build "Spear of Light" and shoot it into your feet.

But in the blink of an eye, he disappears from sight again.

Where no one is, 'Spear of Light' pierces.

Feeling murderous up there, I panic and look up into the sky.

But shortly afterwards, they hear signs of imminent imminence.

"Huh. It doesn't seem to make much sense to you to resume the emotion. He said he chose this look on purpose."

"Ha ha."

A fist pounded into his torso that exposed him to defenselessness, as if he were going to make a decision. Faster than regretting being caught by a feint, he is slapped hard to the ground with a fist to return.

The bones snap and the impact makes the sound of a thousand cuts of meat.

He is slapped hard and his body kicks unconstitutionally as he bounces up unable to breathe due to the impact.

While rolling over the ground without the art of exchange, I manage to only squeeze the pattern of the Great Sword desperately.

... There's more difference in power than you can imagine.

Is it fortunate or unhappy that you can manage not to lose your mind thanks to the severe pain that afflicts your whole body? For now, I'd like to think you're lucky.

My heart is broken by the desperate difference in strength, but there is no reason to give up here and give in to fear.

There's certainly something about Olorena, but I'm here now under the oath of a brave man. The oath of the brave is to keep the Virgin.

You don't want me to give up first here.

In front of my eyes, fluttering but trying to get up somehow, his nibbling face looms close.

"Are you worried about the Virgin? Don't worry about it."

Bite the broken back teeth hard, weigh in and stick your big sword straight in its face.

"The Virgin still has a role to play. No scratches. I'm just having it grown up with a beautiful body. I don't need you anymore."

Even the thrust of the body is avoided by simply turning around gently, and the body flows forward without being constrained to stop the momentum. Damage to the body is beyond tolerance, and the stomping is not at all tight.

"Scared by fear,... die"

The killer swells in his ear.

You can't give up.

You can't be killed here.

... I don't know.

……

……

This, monster.

When I stood up against a life-threatening blow, I was under pressure from a completely different direction than I had expected, and my body was blown away.

A slaughter that blushes in front of you determines the ground.

After a moment of confusion, I find my body blown wide open, distancing myself from him and snagging to the ground.

Slowly pull out the sword that deeply chooses the ground, and the monster's eyes slowly turn to this side, including irritation.

In those precipitated eyes there was a clear picture of me lying on the ground and of the other intruder.

I look up at my back standing in front of me, unable to stand up with deep damage.

"... Astas. You, why?"

There was a young man from the demonic land of Haz who let him escape earlier. It's like trying to shelter me from the monster and I'm stuck.

... Why are you back?

Astas was shivering his knees as he sheltered me on the verge of dying, facing the monster.