Nankoufuraku no Maoujou e Youkoso

Gigigi, and the front of the armor opens as he raises his temples.

I was putting the spear back together. [M]

Silver light ran through (,,,,,,,).

Fast as lightning, that was faster than the spear would return.

Some attack, not.

Mr. Fulcus himself.

She's just running, letting her white hair sweep like a muscle of meteor-drawn light.

- You have a hole in your heart...!?

I almost missed it because I was too sick, but there is a residual ray of magic in her passing place.

Our attack was a success.

Ordinary, immediate exit, fatal injury.

I can't explain it in the mood. He won't have regenerative abilities from the wound. There should be no such thing as no heart or weakness. Her body should be just like a human being.

Even if there are creatures in this world that are extremely hard to die for, I don't like creatures that don't - do I?

A creature that is hard to die for.

I thought about her race, but it turns into certainty.

He has a look close to people, a big eater, strong powers.

And high vitality.

"Now it's time for you to give it back"

Mr. Fulcus, who overtook the spear on his way back still, turns off the spear with a knife and grips it intact.

Her side is - longer.

"What happened to the sword?"

"Huh."

The voice belongs to me and Berito.

Because the moment she got her spear back, Berito left.

As she grabbed the spear, she adjusted the angle and stretched the spear.

It pierces Berito's head, still caught in the arm of his armor, and immediately returns to the caretaker's hand.

- Without even looking...!

Berito's body collapses and becomes a particle of magic.

With that, all of the silver can disappear. The silver that was connecting my right hand to my wand disappears, and I drop it.

Drop just a stick and a converted spear and grab a falling wand with your left hand.

If I hadn't done that, I'd have been skewered.

It is Mr. Fulcus' magic equipment that wears the space where his upper body was.

Exit Berito, return the spear, flip it at me, then set your aim, poke.

That's less than a moment's travel time.

I wondered if the spear had returned at about the blink of an eye, and Mr. Fulcus was approaching me.

Those silver eyes capture me.

Unexpectedly, it overflowed from my mouth.

"- Ghost (Auga)"

She slightly distorted her lips into the form of a grin.

Spikes come.

I could read it, but my left ear was pierced and I flew a thousand cuts.

"Correct"

Kick my stomach out of shape, like she does to the ball.

Oxygen was exhaled from the lungs of the Magic Body (Avatar), which reproduces breathing without meaning.

My body rolling down the ground.

- Oh, speaking of which, that's what you said when you hit the race.

Oh, my God. I think in the corner of my head.

He said many horned individuals used to be mistaken for demons, but ghosts can't use magic. Some people seem to be able to use the magic of illusions called witchcraft, but basically say they fought alone.

They said demons of magic, ghosts of life.

As the word points out, ghosts are proud of their tremendous vitality.

If magic organs aren't superior, I guess they're not converting magic.

So where the hell does that vitality come from?

Are you getting energy from what you eat?

"What did you teach the Sword Master?"

Poke your left arm on the ground in the middle of a rotation and position yourself where your body floats.

Mr. Fulcus told me how to avoid her attack. [M]

- In that word, I understand her intentions.

I have used the sword of the scepter many times in this tournament, but it is critical that I can say that I fought with a sword properly, against Mr. Marc. Because the settlement arrived with black magic and later with pointed bones.

Keep it up, if Mr. Fulcus loses.

If you avoid exposing yourself and choose to exit as a [pruning knight].

[Black Demon Instructor] Leme ends up unknowingly with the arm of the sword that Mr. Fulcus has worked out.

In that case, Leme returns to his work as Lemegeton at Demon King Castle again.

The opportunity to take the stage as an adventurer doesn't get it that way.

Is that why you decided to expose yourself to the public?

Ever since my predecessors, I've been piercing unidentified black knights.

- watch (,,).

That's about what I got praised for by the Sword Master.

- "Yes, Leme 'watched' the party for years. Always to make you win uncomfortably. So polished, 'Observation'. That's why I'm a good staff officer. Look closely and find a way to win. This is good '

Look closely. She's not immortal either. There is no such creature.

I don't usually scratch one sweat. Look at her face. Others would only think of it as faceless, but a scattered face. Don't miss the change. Doesn't it seem painful? Heart damage goes into motion without pain. She herself is having difficulty moving it.

Coming.

Smooth movement. Upper body moving with left stepping. It is at the same time that the left foot steps on the earth and the force is exerted and the poke is released.

[Hunter] Lily's "divine speed" -like spike hits my chest.

I jumped diagonally.

Not to evade her spear.

I'll take the poking.

With a cane.

A sharp spike poked my wand. [M] The impact was so great that my body spinning in the hollow.

――――

After spinning in the air without opposing its power, I waved the sword with Mr. Fulcus' neck hanging as the momentum remained.

With her thrust, I knew the sheath area could be crushed.

Mr. Fulcus opened his eyes, but instantly.

Deviate and dodge your torso.

There, multiply the speed drop again. He pierced his heart and disarmed it when his armor stopped.

I had already consumed a great deal of magic, so I was encouraging regeneration.

I landed on her spear. It's a shame for a moment to get down to the ground.

Normally, he's about to collapse, but Mr. Fulcus doesn't drop the spear to this extent.

"Shrink"

Her spear shrunk to short spear level.

Naturally, there's no room for me to stand.

But it's too late. I was reading that, and - I was already jumping on her.

- "Its eyes and black magic go well together. Slow, weak, brittle enemies, avoid enemy attacks and hit your own '

Overlapping his defensive loss, he slits it from Mr. Fulcus' right shoulder to his left flank, where he was returning his torso.

Dancing magic particles.

For the first time that day, I was able to decide on a knife for a teacher that I could not even train.

- "Adjust those eyes for one-on-one use. If I could, I'd be a little better '

"... that's fine"

I felt Mr. Fulcus smile.

"- But sweet"

"Gu......!?

Her left hand was tightening my neck.

I also throw away my proud spear, and the one on my right is holding my left arm down.

If my neck bones are broken like this, I'll leave.

"You shouldn't be distracted until the end"

"I know (,,,,,)"

…… ――……

My right hand was stuck in her chest.

He was indeed so wounded that he could not grasp the sword on his own after receiving Mr. Orobus's spear throw, and he did not even show the bare gesture of lifting it in the midst of his battle with Mr. Fulcus.

So it's not weird to think it won't work. Even if it moves, it can't be a big deal.

But you can stick a hole in the chest wound that's already hollow enough to stick it in the heart hole where the wound spread further with the first blow.

The spear wound penetrates to the back, but there's not enough clearance for the heart to go through.

So I just do my best and crush her heart. [M]

"If you're mistaken about something, I'll tell you. I just want to win."

I know. Nobody wants to lose. Even when he lost to Phoenix, he wanted a rematch of what was in the name of a helper.

You want to say it's not for me, it's just for you.

Both of my masters are harsh, gentle, and not honest.

If that's what he says, denial is no good. That's what disciples are for.

From the bones of the crunchy neck, the sound that should not have sounded.

At last, Mr. Fulcus lost his power.

"... [Black Demon Instructor], Leme"

"... yes, yes"

I don't have a good voice.

- Brilliant.

Vision opens.

Because the opponent in front of you has turned into a particle of light.

"Ha... ha..."

What a strength. What vitality.

Continue the fight as you are drilled into your heart's heart. It boasts a velocity of travel at speeds beyond the expansion and contraction of the magic fixture, and its spear clasp reaches the poles of the martial arts.

The only thing I could handle, even if it was hard, was the last time. Because I had the chance to see her spear over and over again. I received the sword's gesture, because I was a disciple.

My own strength does not extend far to her.

But only today.

Only this game, because it's a tag tournament.

Me and Berito, to Mr. Fulcus and Mr. Orobus.

"… - Winner, Reme Bellitopea......!!

- I won.