Monster no Goshujin-sama

Fifty.

The war situation was in an adhesive state.

A sword manipulated by paranormal forces flies countless battlefields.

Using the encounter and bond with his family as a weapon, the boy launches an attack.

A wolf with a demon king on his back rushes around, and a ghost who can roar pursues him.

As a result of each faction squeezing its full strength, its power is antagonistic.

At least for now.

Nevertheless, Kanahiko Tachigi, a party, understands.

If we keep this up, he says he's the first one to collapse.

"Sometimes it's not compatible..."

Squeeze and hold your aching head and crush.

The strength of the intrinsic ability 'Aerial Night' is the number of gestures.

But Takahiro Mashima also has many swords and shields, asalinas, magic tools and tricks.

All of them are stronger than themselves, and even the speed is one or two steps up.

The numbers themselves are up here, but the strengths are not being harnessed because of the magic 'Misty Temporary Inn' either.

Twenty weapons, mainly swords, are still arriving, but Takahiro Mashima is dealing with all of them without jeopardy.

Play with the sword, and think, No, intercept with magic tools, and if that is not possible, prevent it.

As things stand, it looks like it encloses Takahiro Mashima, but rather the reality is the opposite.

It seals off strengths in every way.

Incompatible.

No......

"... that's no excuse."

In the first place, there are few gaps in the way Takahiro Mashima fights.

If you're going to defeat him, that's the only way to crush him from the front with overwhelming aggression and speed.

It makes no sense to talk to someone like that about compatibility.

Anyone is going to be incompatible.

Everything in front of you.

Kanahiko Takahiro Mashima is no match.

"What are you doing, Kanahiko Tsuki!"

Apparently, I can't stand it anymore.

A slight voice arrived over the magic tool.

"You're out of your hands, aren't you?"

"I mean it."

It was hard to reply without being distracted.

"You may check. Since the battle started, you must be watching over here. Maybe he's spinning personnel from over there."

Once the battle begins, we have to concentrate on the enemy in front of us. Perhaps our perimeter alert will be lowered.

We have predicted that a raid squad will step in, poking a gap.

Perhaps he was lurking around the corridor.

However, the personnel Harrison can move in secret are close to the limit.

Even at the head of the Knights of the Diocese, there are not so many humans who can move on to things like this assassination.

Uncalled personnel from Imperial Capital at the time of the failure of the transfer operation were to be returned to their original placement if there were no problems, but the current state of heavy wear and tear on the bills, as it were, is engaged in the operation.

We were supposed to be secretly breaking into this place now and sending information to this man who would take control of the whole thing and give instructions.

I said, "This is the limit."

It was a fact.

There was a sense of sobriety in the back of my nose, and something snug poured out.

Wiping under his nose, red blood adhered.

He bled from a torn capillary.

In time, I kept manipulating twenty swords more than enough.

I realize that an over-concentrated spirit is wearing off and giving me smoke.

A long time ago, headaches had reached euphoric levels.

In that state, Takahiro Mashima is sealed with a serious peek into this gap.

No one suspects you're out of hand with this, and you're not actually out of hand.

"I can't do this one any more. How about Mr. Edgar?"

"... they're all glued."

Apparently Kudo Lu is doing well.

Being able to stand around a warrior opponent with the same level of combat capability as a metastasizer means that Kudo Lu's strength when his elite joins forces is probably considerable among his obedient subordinates.

"Oh, my God, so much so."

I heard a voice that seemed to hold my head.

He's in serious trouble.

I think it will be difficult.

"... I thought if you were the other person, I'd loosen my hand, but wouldn't it work?"

"You don't seem to work against traitors."

Talk to each other appropriately.

The truth is the opposite.

We squeeze our full strength because we believe in each other.

"Stuck?"

Though I'm putting my collar in place, I can't tell you to do just what you can't do.

Kanahiko Tachigi reassured me that if I had done this far, I would be safe with that important person.

You can't get hit lightly, or this one won't even win.

Originally, it was aimed at continued gluing that squeezed the limit rinse.

At present, an ideal situation has emerged.

Nevertheless, how many more minutes will it have, too?

It wasn't strange to go bankrupt right now.

So I was also anticipating the following instructions.

"Yamamoto. Play the battle.

At the end of a long road, I was finally seeing an end.

"… Copy"

Sticky to the edge.

I've been, been, been trying.

I spit out everything I could.

All we have to do is' believe 'anymore.

"Come on, Takahiro."

He couldn't afford to wipe the bloody nosebleeds that drooped, and Kanahiko Tachigi laughed with his bloody face.

Takahiro Mashima stopped when he pulled his sword back at once and noticed something.

Even now, there has been no injury.

stroke your chest down to that fact.

... but at the same time there was just a little regret.

Though a friend.

No. It's because we're friends.

I felt like I didn't want to lose.

Of course, I'm not talking about winning or losing on this occasion.

I wanted to be the one who could put our breasts up against each other.

So.

"This is my trump card."

It was originally prepared.

Turning to consciousness, the weapons that were lying on the corridor float up and gather.

At the same time, he took the magic tool bag that had been lowered to his waist and destroyed the demon stone, scattering the weapons that had been served.

Simultaneous parallel operation of multiple weapons.

Unlike before, that's the number.

Blades range from large and small swords to boneless twigs.

Long objects range from spears to swords to battle axes.

There are also whips and multiverse sticks.

What moves them is the wreckage of a bad dream.

Beyond the ability of the metastatic to reflect the desire, there is a great influence on the unconscious perception of the person in question.

Kanahiko Tachigi can't be a knight.

I knew it wasn't gala from the start.

If I could, it would be as good as that imitation at best.

In that respect, 'Aerial Night' is perfectly easy to understand.

It's an empty, tearful, vain knight's thing.

... but still.

Even if it wasn't ideal, there was something I wanted to protect.

Even if it's a matter of imitation.

Protect your loved ones.

Because he was so determined, his power took this cage.

The total number of weapons manipulated is roughly two hundred and fifty.

and roughly equal to the total number of Allied Third Knights, which is by no means a coincidence unanimity.

This was the true image of Kanahiko Tachigi's abilities.

Namely, a knighthood of vain and teasing confusion, led by a boy who couldn't be a knight.

'It's still far from complete' final form I got hoping to protect someone nonetheless.

"" Aerial Nights "- Huh!

Leading a huge flock of weapons, the boy dared to make his last penetration.

The human brain has processing limits.

The expression of intrinsic abilities gives us a sense of manipulation of weapons in parallel, but there is also a limit to that.

It's only twenty if you're going to deal with it continuously.

What's wrong with operating ten times that at the same time?

There is no way I can manipulate this number freely.

No. Maybe any of that will be possible, but at least not right now.

I just floated my weapon across the universe, but my vision stained bright red.

The intense pain that crushes my brain plays, and my consciousness is blinding repeatedly.

Swallow them all and just run forward.

"Ohhhhhhh!

The activation time is very short.

I can't make fine adjustments or remotely operate.

So, Kanahiko Tsuki pierced himself.

Maybe that's like the Knights trying to put up their weapons and not destroy their enemies.

The hordes of weapons that arrive will be shredded to death by hand, even if the opponent is Warrior.

If there is a difference between premature and late maturation in the ability of the metastatic, then surely Kanahiko Tachigi is in the latter category.

Compared to Warrior and others who can demonstrate violent combat capability immediately after expression, the journey is too far away to become too strong.

So while you're at it, the fact that you've increased your abilities so far in a short time deserves to be stunned.

Or, if he had been given another year, his abilities could have come to completion.

With five years of months, it is possible that we could have even dealt with this number at all times.

But that time was not given to him.

Perhaps the biggest winning opportunity for the opposing boy was there.

He called his name small.

"Asalina"

Among the bright red stained sights, Kanahiko Tachigi sees the sight.

Takahiro Mashima's arm, which intercepts him, turned into something strange surrounded by spreading.

It is a imitation of Lily's 'Satanic No Arms', a family member.

It is the biggest and most powerful blow Takahiro Mashima can have personally.

"Salvia"

And one more word.

At that moment, Kanahiko Tachigi did feel strange about his "Aerial Nights".

I don't know what they did, but I know what happened.

The majority of the weapons that were obeyed slowed the movement down as if they were caught in something.

Normally, there is no problem with delays.

But he was currently in the midst of a special attack by a quick throw.

We can't make it to the attack we were supposed to focus on.

"Ku, oh!?

It was Kamihiko Tsuki's battle sense that made him react and try to break through the resistance.

The total number of "Aerial Nights" made to follow is about fifty.

This is still two and a half times the original limit value of violence.

But there 'The Devil's No Arm' swung.

The power to strike is 80% of the brutality of the strongest white spider in the Tree Sea.

Although inferior to the main house headquarters, its weird left arm has some flexibility because it was shaped by Asarina.

No, the alien arm was enormous, and the interval was terribly wide and long.

be swept away.

"... oh"

Kanahiko Tachigi relieved herself of her blood-threatening exhalation.

"My loss."

For every flock of obeyed weapons with, the boy's body was swept away.