Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

Old, red-rust two-handed sword (not appraised) ①

"Hmm. Thanks to the armor, you no longer have to worry about the 'caress of the dead' -"

Anemone looks around and sighs.

"Things are still the same."

The number of grudges was too high.

Honestly, I don't remember the number I knocked down from around a hundred.

There's never been a reduction in slaughter or slaughter, and it stays surrounded.

I had to use my wife's hand when this happened.

"I kept this one, but I can't help it."

Anemone put the sword in her hand in the sheath of her hips and pulled out another sword instead.

Rough hands.

It was an old, red-rust-ridden, full-handed two-handed sword (Zweihender) that showed up.

It was a difficult substitute to say that the flavors seemed to cut well in flattery.

But Anemone can take the middle stage and focus on the gripping pattern.

In my head, the sound of a tickle and something ringing my throat.

At the same time, there comes a sense of disillusionment in which power is loosely extracted.

The magic that circulated through my body was consumed.

Via the pattern at hand, there was a sense of something accumulating in the sword.

Bees......

For a moment, light muscles danced around the sword body.

Stopping the attack's hand has killed the grudges.

Warriors dressed in pompous armor - they try to take their lives by pressing their own palms together in a rage-like momentum and by 'caressing death'.

But the attack will not pass.

Because silver armor prevents it.

On the contrary, it emits a brilliant blue glow and even burns away their very existence.

"Okay... if this looks like it, I can leave the defense to the armor. - Hmm?

I notice something falling on the ground.

Similar to a black puddle. That's starch.

It seems that the resentful spirits gathered together and accumulated something like the mucus they had left behind that could not evaporate.

If you look closely, part of it is coming up to Anemone's body in a sticky motion.

The pale light emitted by the surface of steel was constantly cauterized and foamed, yet it had already crossed the leg and extended to grass rubbing.

No harm seems to be done so far.

But being crawled through your body doesn't make you feel very good.

I wanted to pay it off if I could.

I can't move because of the grant tool I have in my hand right now. It is a substitute that cannot be solved until it is ready to unleash its power.

Bees…….

Its brilliance, which resembled the fire powder that appeared and disappeared while making a dry sound around the sword body, was gradually gaining momentum.

And the sound of gunpowder exploding and turning into countless flashes.

The sword itself, which also generates it, was beginning to shine itself.

It was the light to the sight of a few pine lights overlaid.

Starch was approaching my throat.

There is no danger of intrusion from the gap in armor, and this life is still protected. The effect of the armor seems to be securely protecting her and enveloping her.

But when the cage reached its helmet, it heard multiple creepy voices whispering something.

And...

My sight is covered in the lid, and it darkens in front of me.

Apparently the starch finally covered his helmet.

There was nothing like breaking in through a peephole, but it was fear that I saw nothing.

I endured much longer wanting to take my helmet off.

And even, he was only listening to the sound of the sword producing.

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The noise, which was gaining momentum in acceleration, stopped at the sieve.

Suddenly I get quiet and tinnitus.

The only other thing you can hear is the whispering of stars covering and crawling around your armor.

Anemone thought.

Are you ready to fulfill it?

This was the first time I had used this grant instrument.

Fujiwara was told to wait for activation until the sword body was bright enough for thirty pine lights, but there is no way to be sure with the eye area covered.

But I can't help thinking about it any more.

He decides that time is full and drops his hips deep.

I tried to move my arm, but it weighed uninterrupted.

Still, when I try to force myself forward, my sword starts to rumble like a waste.

"Electric Hammer (Carado) -"

Forced to screw down.

Step hard on the ground and slowly but with all your might put your arms forward.

I have a response that something huge is releasing from the tip of my sword.

At the same time I feel the pressure being stirred by the gusts from the front.

"Iciki (Borg)!!"

The next moment, the sound of a piercing ear.

Suddenly my vision clears up.

A flood of light to the sight stripped away the stars of the grudging spirits that had held together.

And thunderhammers spreading in front of you.

It is a giant tree of light that grew from the sword body.

It stretches everywhere as if it were a snoring trunk, and branches countless branches, wide and wide to its advantage.

And many resentful spirits who were in the sight of Anemone were caught in their trunks and branches.

Belly, knee, head, chest, pierced.

They remained tranced in their faces, solidified as if they were frozen, but soon they lost themselves so that the statue of the sand could be blown into the wind.

The tree of light disappears again.

It fades into a small particle of light and returns to its original appearance - a two-handed sword full of rust in hand of Anemone.

It was awesome power.

The grudging spirits that were so overflowing in front of me had vanished without a trace in an instant.

It was like being a good old magician and waving magic was going to be an illusion.

"... ugh"

Tiredness is pushing me closer.

It would be the price for exercising a powerful grant instrument.

I wanted to take a breath if I could.

But it's not time to snap.

Only the spirits around me and those who were in front of me cleaned it up now.

Still holding back to the right, to the left and behind.

Now I just had to move on.

◆

But I don't carry things the way I think.

From the other side of the open road, something seemed to come.

"The crest of the fire wheel... have you come..."

A familiar red flag hangs.

Inscribed at its center is a crest that shows the proof of Western royalty.

It's a group of more than twenty people that list it.

Anemone knows them.

It's not a grudge spirit.

There are entities, and they are dressed like knights.

But I'm not human.

They are Phantom Rides (Wight).

An undead monster with no eyes on his face that let him peek from his helmet, but instead a bottomless void.

The main unit of the Expeditionary Force.

It was the fruit of those who were once former seekers and knights.

"Why does what you do get behind your back..."

I used the Trump Grant Tool to never meet the main team of the Expeditionary Force. To get out of Grievance Hell and rendezvous with my people.

The situation is quite hopeless.

The Phantom Ride is strong.

I can tell just by looking at that behavior coming this way.

It's a tough business to deal with more than twenty people at a time.

Above all, in that back, he (...) refrains.

His (...) strength shouldn't be the ratio of a phantom ride.

Honestly, there is no chance of winning alone.

Then the choice that remains is one of escape.

But the question is "where" and "how" to escape.

The only escape route has just been blocked.

Even if you run behind your back or left or right, there are grudges.

Moving around kicking them, but soon catching up with the Phantom Ride or getting slashed off their backs falls.

"There's only one way to open it"

That is to exercise the grant instrument again.

But I didn't want to use it a second time if I could.

Anemone sighs and reaches out again to the two-handed sword she has just laid on her sheath.

◆

"This is called the Hard Thunderhammer Sword."

"That's a terribly old sword."

That's a conversation I had with Fujiwara just before I stood on the Hundred Ghosts Cut. He briefly foreshadowed, explaining to me how to use the sword he handed over.

"Isn't it better to just be Namakura in this state?

"Yeah, you won't be able to use it in a normal way. It's just that in exchange for 5,000 drops of blood, you can wipe out many enemies with giant thunder hammers. You must treasure it when you get out of a situation surrounded by enemies."

"Well, that sounds convenient."

"However, please be very careful with your handling."

"What do you mean?

"You are protective, your magic is usually used to activate the magic circuits engraved on your body. So the magic you can use is limited, and your chances of wielding this sword will probably be limited once if you wield it three times."

"What happens when you swing any further?

"That's probably what you know best."

◆

Yes. This sword is a sword of all blades for Anemone.

I cannot use it again and again.

I do know exactly what happens after that.

Perhaps the magic will dry up first.

In that case, the supply to the "Heart of Heroes", the guardian who resides in the body of Anemone, is cut off, and the function is stopped.

That is the strength of the anemone itself.

Her great ghost (Auga) like strength, her healing power as a marsh donkey horse (Troll), her eyes that foresee darkness and her ears that can even react to the slightest noise of things in the distance were all benefits brought to her by The Heart of Heroes.

Shake it again and you'll just go back to being human.

Become a weak body that can't even move around wearing armor.

That meant putting this harsh battlefield in such a state that it would not survive for a few moments.

"... but still, I have no other hand to cut through this place. That's why we have to turn it once and for all against the spirits behind us, sweep it up and make a way out."

Anemone speaks to herself and decides to be prepared.

Put your hand on the pattern and grip it.

And uh.

I couldn't pull my sword out of my sheath.

It was as if it had rusted inside, but it didn't move hard.

…… ... how... become... ru...?

Unexpectedly, the raised voice doesn't answer well. The Lu Dynasty doesn't turn enough.

I realize it's my problem.

I can't move my arm.

No, that's not all. My body doesn't move well.

No matter how hard you try on your lower body, the back of your feet and the ground are like sewn together.

It's like my whole body has been paralyzed or petrified.

And notice the discomfort.

A ghost ride coming this way.

Until earlier, their eyes were a dark void, but now there was a shitty demonic red light.

They are definitely exercising some sort of witchcraft.

"That... or...!

Anemone's inquiry had told them that their eyes were the cause.

I know how to deal with this kind of thing.

If their eyesight stops shifting to sight, the magic should be solved.

But I can't move my neck.

Instead of taking his gaze off, he couldn't even blink.

I can't breathe.

The physical tension was accelerating, making even breathing difficult.

I could have lost consciousness as it was.

I had to do something to solve the spell and pull out "The Hard Thunderhammer Sword" before I could be traced to them.

The Phantoms are slowly approaching.

Their signs are coming through here.

I suddenly felt the ambient temperature drop. Every time they take one step forward, there is an impending sense of frigid, airy intimidation that freezes and withers the grass flowers beneath their feet.

And...

"Oh......"

Anemone was leaking her voice like a groan.

Things have happened that I was afraid of.

That was too timing in this situation.

I heard that.

The sound mixed with the military shoes of the Phantoms.

It's the strain that resonates.

You couldn't have known what that meant.

"Brother... go..."

I joined this hundred ghosts for a reason...

What Anemone was looking for...