Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

"- Make sure his heart's moving!

Intuition, the urge to poke Subaru was to attribute it.

There is no certainty or basis. I just dared to think it wasn't pointless.

Bishop of the Great Sin, name of the stars, Kararagi with the influence of the original world remaining, otherworlds other than Subaru.

If they leave claw marks in this world and their traces are also engraved in witchcraft, the relevance of Subaru's perceived star names to anecdotes is also not an opinion to be thrown away.

If the power of Leggles Cornias cannot be cleaned up with mere 'invincibility', the only idea that should break its shell is in Subaru.

Therefore, Subaru raised his voice in the hope that he would not be irrelevant.

Right after.

"-"

Intense oppression pushes on, Subaru tastes the illusion that he has lost sight of heaven and earth.

The air was so cloudy that I could clearly see it. It's a kind of unspeakable discomfort, disgust.

Sticky tongues licked my complexion obsessively with the unpleasantness of being breathed out in a raw odor at the disgust of being insensitively stripped of my cassava.

The source of that cloudy sign is the grey-haired murderer who looked back at this one.

The moment he meets his eyes, Subaru's body trembles unknowingly.

An empty eye without expression pierces Subaru's heart as if it were a curse. Even my lungs and heart felt frozen in fear at the feeling of being scratched with a rusty needle.

But even while Subaru was stiff to such emotions,

"It can't be a finding. Your opponent is supposed to be me!

The act of turning Subaru is nothing more than the act of turning your back on the relative Kensei.

What Reinhardt's hand shakes up both arms is a missing sign and iron scrap material that I just think was falling there. It elevates those waste materials, which only ended their lives as just non-combustible materials, into an industry in which Reinhardt's arms are no less than any treasure sword.

The blade running through the universe slammed diagonally, hitting directly from the back side of the tuxedo of the Leggles.

A bursting shockwave spreads into the space, a scream of the atmosphere noticing it had been slashed late, and water from a large waterway that was thin, thin and ice-tight swirls up and splashes.

That's it in the aftermath of a sword attack. No wonder the murderer was shattered.

But that still goes one step further.

"Don't get me wrong, Kensei. I was playing with you because of the breadth of my heart and the room that I could afford. But there are limits to being nice to me. Come on."

"-"

Paying lightly for his swordstruck back, Leggles tilts his neck.

Reinhardt issued an alert to the trick and jumped back a lot as he threw away the fragments that splashed in his arms - trying to stop his legs.

Reinhardt's super sensation.

A tremendous intuition to anticipate imminent threats to oneself or any attack. Its acute sensation does not allow for evasion to the rear. In an immediate attempt to explore another candidate, the knee bending stopped.

"There's a whole lot of air after I touch it."

The feeling of being too sharp created stiffness, and Reinhardt at this moment was defenseless.

An invisible trap that exists to make the rear big and surround itself. Reinhardt's decision is to move forward and through the side of the killer, but to do so, he needs a blow of restraint.

"Shit!"

The blow unleashed was inherently sharp enough to penetrate even the rock.

The dragon sword pattern pierces Leggles' chest, but the murderer of the day takes it with a cool face,

"Wasted effort, thank you. At best, pray for less scratches."

"Apparently Subaru is right... your heart is not active here"

"- Huh!"

Leggles' spare grin freezes and looks down at his own chest.

There was still a pattern of swords there, from which Reinhardt strained his nerves not to miss hearing the whispering beat of life.

If they eat a cup, the legs of the fierce Leggles jump.

Direct hit, that was like a re-burn of an earlier sight.

Aligning the dragon sword sheath to the impending toenail tip, Reinhardt's body is blown behind his back without being able to scatter any impact. However, the rest unfolds differently from here.

"Reinhardt!!

As declared, there were countless legulous exhalation traps behind Reinhardt.

What happens if you jump in there unprotected, that's the result revealing.

Reinhardt's white outfit stains his blood and his length flies as he is torn apart all over his body. How much wounds could be mitigated, once again, we cannot follow with our eyes Reinhardt, who plunges into a herd of ruins and expands the collapse of the city with his body.

The only thing I know is that Reinhardt answered Subaru's request.

"Well done, Reinhardt......!

"Subaru!"

"I'm fine. Reinhardt's probably fine! You can worry later!

"I know that! Me, what should I do?

I thought I had definitely introduced myself to Reinhardt, so Subaru faces Emilia's response. But Emilia's gaze at Subaru is serious and she understands exactly what position she should be in on this occasion.

That's with confidence in Reinhardt's strength and, for a moment, in Subaru.

"Rheinhardt also took on such an unscrupulous thing because he believed in Subaru. You must have figured out something about Leggles, right? Tell me."

Trust is heavy. Expectations are heavy. Believed facts are heavy, which is why I'm motivated.

Thanks to Reinhardt, too. I'll make sure to pick up the bones later.

"I wonder if the mess and the two of us should try something a little understandable and desperate. You're in a position to piss me off with outrage and despicable deeds and to be punished. [M] Doesn't it? Doesn't it? Infidelity and infidelity, both worthy of death."

Kicking Reinhardt, Leggles spirals laughing when he's out of the way.

While the murderer's temper swells across the waterway, I'd also like to refrain from sticking his face at each other like this, to be honest.

I just can't talk to you about how you seem to be running away here.

Natsuki Subaru is not rewarded by Emilia and Reinhardt Van Astrea.

"I'm not accusing you of being unfaithful to puritan heroines since the beginning of this century. That's what you're talking about, idiot."

"Ah?"

"I'm sorry you're arranging the fright elements over here on your own, but you're the one who's got a little empty head to work with."

Leggles peels his eyes at Subaru for making a suddenly strong statement.

And Subaru slapped his head with his finger, and behold,

"I don't know how good you've been and I don't want to know... do you realize? You're definitely packed right now."

"Stuff? I don't know what that means, I don't even get a laugh, but I wonder what the hell you're trying to say. No, it's not like there's a language that you can understand, so don't say anything."

"Well, don't say that. Ask. You have a right to listen. Your favorite, right."

"My rights...?

To the frowning legulus, Subaru creates a grin that mixes lightness and mockery in equal parts. Then I went on to say, "Oh, my God,"

"Don't know how you're going to lose, because you're going to regret losing."

"- You're gone, go away!!

The trick of shrugging his shoulders triggers, and Leggles' body flies off the edge of the waterway. His body landed on the water, with not enough jumping power. But his body, submerged, does not affect any behavior in the water, and as it is, the resistance of the water also jumps up ignoring everything.

Up close, he confirmed the action he had immersed in the water, and Subaru slapped Emilia on the shoulder.

"Emilia, now!

"Ur Huma!"

Upon Subaru's instructions, Emilia converted the magic she was practicing into an ice column and released it.

A spear of ice so enormous as to look up falls down on Leggles and pierces around him rising from the water to form an ice cage.

"If you think about what you're going to do, it seems like you can't learn how much it's useless to do it! What, are you reopening it? Are you frightened that you don't have that much wisdom, and you're always looking from above to give others the same jail time? Don't get on the diagram, incomplete!

As Leggles strips his teeth, he grinds away the ice cage, tramples it, and crushes it to pieces with overwhelming force. Capable of breaking down sand walls, Emilia's full ice cell returns to Mana.

But I don't mind that.

"No, I knew it wouldn't even buy me time"

"No, Emilia."

Subaru shakes his neck sideways to Emilia, who clouds her face that her powers do not work.

It's a difference of view. Subaru's purpose is sufficiently achieved with that.

"Because of his insidious personality, I can't help but look down on others. I don't feel like I won if I step over the obstacles I don't need to break."

Leggles that make completions and are filled with fancy words.

The roughness of its heart, the small size of its vessels and its enlarged vanity are as you can see.

"Originally, he doesn't need to do anything to break through the obstacles. No, but one action. Take extra action. For a second or a comma, that's an achievement."

"In that second, can you beat the Leggles?

"If you load it up, I'll let you win. I'll peel your skin off."

Reinhardt hit me with the fabric stone for it.

He confirmed Leggles' heartbeat and informed Subaru that it didn't sound like it.

No fever, no heartbeat, no breathing, not affected by the surroundings.

That is definitely 'invincible', but its essence is not 'invincible'.

"Emilia! Over here!"

Drawing Emilia's arm, Subaru runs through a street full of holes with her. Emilia targets the Leggles with an ice column as she looks back at her back, keeping pace with Subaru.

Leggles sees the two fleeing, coming after him with an increasingly angry face of mind.

"Just slap that big mouth. Come on! What do you mean, run away! Tell me you called people stupid, and you told me you cornered people, and you're gonna make me cock everywhere, what are you going to do! You coward!

With less physical ability, the speed of the Leggles following us is not so different from the speed of Subaru's run. Rather, it's about as late as Subaru.

However, more than blessed with the unceasing power of stamina, he will soon be caught up by the murderer who continues to walk with all his strength.

"Subaru! Where are you headed!

"The place is the church! The purpose is to be Leggles' wife! In it......"

Subaru answers Emilia's call as she flips her voice.

Hilariously, as I say, mind the back on the way.

- Don't worry about it, you.

"Ooh wow!?

Leggles appeared in front of his turned eyes to see where the distance had disappeared earlier.

Leggles barely bows his head and squeezes his hand as he packs a distance into a one-legged jump. I felt the back leg of my hair taken, and Subaru approached the side wall as she held Emilia at once, stomping through it and crawling up the wall at once.

"Wow, wow, Subaru wow"

"Emilia, hang tight!

Emilia rounds her eyes for Subaru's light work, arms around her neck as she is, feet around her hips. Smells soft and good. Motivated. Step on the tokens and cross more walls.

The fruits of trained parquets are coming out. Keep going, keep going, keep going...

"So come on, it's no use trying to fill the void of that kind of ordinary person."

Saying, Leggles strokes the bottom of Subaru's crawling wall with his palms.

There was a heavy sound like grinding a stone molar, and the stone walls were easily choosen like tofu or something. The stone wall falls without support. The same goes for Subaru, who grabbed the wall.

"Ugh!

Pull the whip out in the middle of a fall and throw it appropriately up without even looking. The tip hooked onto something and Subaru relied on it to pull his body up.

Shake your feet and kick them hard the moment the sole of your shoe touches the wall. He twisted his body even bigger with the centrifugal force of the recoil obtained whip, and Subaru achieved an amazing climb while holding Emilia.

From what I can see, the two of them arrived at a warehouse that lost about half its premises.

Into and out of the roof with a watchtower protruding, Subaru sees his palm.

"Whoa, that's just fire idiotic power......!

"Subaru! Anyway, should I go to church!? Direction!?

With a painful look at his slender, skinned palms, Subaru looks around in Emilia's voice. Fortunately, the height of the watchtower and the Leggles feat make the view around the area great.

Far away, I could see the church-like wreckage that collapsed in Reinhardt's first blow. It's come a long way at some point,

"Bad! It was in the opposite direction that I ran away! What shall we do!

"Is that good over there?

"That's fine, but how about..."

"Here's what I'm gonna do!

Emilia slaps her hand on Subaru's reply, and shortly thereafter an ice bridge can be hung on the watchtower.

The bridge, which brings together the mysterious blue-white glow, was shaped into the universe in the form of a large shortcut to the streets leading up to the church, starting from the watchtower.

"What!?

Looking up at that bridge of ice, Leggles, who stood exactly what the two of them were going to fall, is also drained of his temper. To Emilia's decision to resolve with forceful force moves, Subaru stood up with his hands striking and put his foot on the stairs leading to the ice bridge.

But the murderer interrupts their escape from directly below.

"I can't let you go, you don't!!

He circles under the ice bridge and throws the stone the Leggles picked up at the ice bridge. The hastily built bridge was devastated by just that blow, and the crack ran across the bridge instantly.

Shattered from the terrible part of the collapse, the bridge turns unbroken into a crystal of light. I saw that and Leggles grinned brutally.

But...

"My destiny is this way, so the bridge can be destroyed!

"Nah -!?"

Subaru on Emilia's fired ice-column skies over the glitter of crushing ice.

Using the slope of the bridge as a firing pad, the two flying under ski jump-like procedures head all the way down the waterway, down the street, over to the church to leave Leggles behind.

"Emilia, you've gotten smarter!

"Maybe Subaru's got it."

"That's not the way you say it, the way you say it when you praise it!

Whatever means of ranged attack, Leggles'. That's only within reach of his shoulders.

Staring at the church near Gungu, Svalbard narrows his eyes, distancing his anger-stained shapes.

"Of the church, what do you do when you meet those women?

"I don't know if you're threatened or heartbroken..."

In response to Emilia's question, Subaru, who puts his hand on his jaw, separates words.

Floating in the back of the brain are the women who tremble at the acts of the Leggles in the church. I sincerely hope the shape of the fear I showed then is something that is not an act.

If it wasn't...

"It's not about the heart, it's about taking away the heart. - In a literal sense."

In the gust of wind, the altitude of the ice-column drops and the church looms.

Leggles behind you. The cheap or not of Reinhardt is unknown. Winning opportunities look faint, but the predicament persists...

Is everyone else doing well?

I couldn't afford to think about that, but I couldn't help but think so.

Control front square in charge of 'bulimia', the battle between the Julius Ricard group and Alphardo.

"- El Clauselle"

With the help of a six-colored quasi-spirit, a rainbow glow emanates from the tip of the knight's sword poked out.

Launched in the form of a pre-emptive strike, it was a strike that took an unbridled special.

"Clausel" is a magic technique that is synonymous with "Clarista", which even damaged the body of Petergius, unlike "Clarista", which wraps the extreme light of destruction around the sword, a technique of ranged attack that emits the extreme light of destruction from the tip of the sword.

The impression of the Bishop of the Great Crimes in Julius' brain is still strongly Petergius'.

The sentiment Julius has for the grand criminal bishop madman of "Laziness" is a great sinner who has tormented the world over the years, while at the same time there is a very different form of thought - namely, a great deal of will as an inexplicable external enemy.

Julius Euclius, described as the 'best knight', tends to be misunderstood because of his behavior and actions, but there is a bluishness in his belief in the so-called theory of human sexuality.

There was something too sweet from a humanitarian point of view, such as thinking about the environmental impact besides the parties to the cause of any human act, which I believe has a translation.

Do that Julius, Bishop of the Great Crimes named Petergius Romaneconti or a witch like a self-conscious doll is out of hand.

I don't understand, enemies that are considered inevitable to abandon even that effort.

For Julius, witchcraft is the worst harm that even rocks his' knighthood '.

The late trump card, the late wife's hand.

From the first hand, Julius did not hesitate to cut a ghost bill.

Ultra-technology that simultaneously manipulates the magic of six colors with the help of six quasi-spirits.

A slight difference in magic power is also unacceptable. For the first time there is a bond with the Associate Spirit as a spiritual artist and the genius talent and effort of Julius.

Exactly the same thing can't be accomplished with Roswar L. Mazers, the culmination of the magic guide. Originally knitted by Julius, only by Julius.

At first glance, we don't know about this magical horror, and we vanish without knowing.

Julius did give priority to uprooting the roots of discomfort rather than ascertaining the lumps that remained in his chest - the cause.

The extreme light of destruction turns the cobblestone up and smears a small shadow that sluggishly lowers both arms.

Long scorched tea hair, thin dirty borough, dull dagger glow swallowed by rainbows -,

"Your brother surprisingly has this weakness to turn away from the unpleasant, right?

"- What!?

I squeal like that in a voice I can hear this one, and Alphardo's body falls to the ground. A blasphemer with a long tongue kicked the ground in such a low position that he almost crawled belly to the floor.

The speed of the emitted polar light is never slow to reach the light, etc. To avoid accidental strikes of velocity approaching the arrows, a physical ability comparable to that of Reinhardt or -.

"It was our longing, my brother. We don't know the magic tricks your brother knitted so desperately when he hated to show people his hard work."

"What are you talking about!

"I can't believe I don't know, Brother Julius is really thin. But we love it! Ha-ha-ha!"

Alfaldo jumping around the ground dodges the magic in a move like he knew the trump card would be released. Following the magic, Ricard was running out to beat Alphardo to escape, a move that even foresaw its pursuit.

The dagger flicks and scatters a spark directly from the front with the swing of the recard. Ricard is more overwhelming in strength. Alphardo flushed the difference in power with an unimaginable skillful sword. (10) Flowing down beside the blasphemer, the cobblestone is crushed.

At the same time, Alphardo's slaughter moaned Ricard's furry torso.

"Look, a stab in the dog meat! The stiff, muscular meat can be pierced and softened, eaten, chewed and chewed, tender to the stomach and shit, fertilized and fattened, vegetabled and eaten by the meat, circulating circulating food chains! Ah, vegetarian!!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!?

Alphardo's speed waving a dagger bracketed around his arms while arranging bullshit in his early mouth is unusual. To the back length, which has not even finished its growing season, the flesh, which has not even worked out, their ability to exercise far betraying their appearance, tears apart the flesh of the Ricard that turns to defense.

"Ricard!!

wire-like fur and thick muscles. Compared to the human body, Ricard's flesh, like a piece of armor, is wounded before Alphardo's attack without any exchange.

Julius, who opened his eyes, flashed when he saw the wound on the bloody Ricard.

Alfaldo's attack at high speed, every single one of which is exactly where the fur is thin, and the joint part is sniped off. No matter how Ricardo gets stuck in the steeple, he gets scratched, he bleeds, he loses his life.

"-"

As soon as he sees the first shot off, Julius interrupts the shelling to recall the quasi-spirits. Two colored quasi-spirits - ordering the ea of "fire" and the aro of "wind" is the slaughter of the flame that wraps the flame and wind around the sword. A slaughter accompanied by a red flame leads from side to alfaldo.

"Yes, we knew that pattern, too!

"Nah!?

"That surprise, there's no art! I can't even stomach it!

But Alphardo didn't take this with one arm so precisely that he also lightly, wondering if he had eyes on his back, and he slammed a kick into his empty torso.

Your abs are pierced on your heels and folded into a bitter Julius screaming letter. On the front, Ricard's attack on the counter-attack was launched, and his mandibular tip was bouncing.

"Nice, nice, it's getting fun! With that brother! With that Mr. Ricard! Deal with the two of you and we'll fight! We could never, ever reach, never see, never know, ever give up on a place like that! Ah! Such a fun thing, cheating cheating cheating cheating!

Julius and Ricard on their knees at the same time. Alphardo loosening his pursuit hands repeats himself on the cobblestone as he pees at those two.

Jumping around on the cobblestone with a sunny face is like a child who deserves to look.

That incredible skill and even innocent brutality have to be taken into account.

"I knew what was going on. Saya, but what's he disgusting about? The way you say it, put it all together, it's creepy!

He suffered shallow wounds all over his body, and a breath-taking Ricard blurred as he licked his arm wound. Julius, standing up correctly breathing, also agrees with the wrath of that recard.

"Same as when we were in the city hall...... no, it's more meaningless words and deeds than then. Maybe I'm trying to flirt with this one, but it's just counterproductive."

"That being said, it's Mr. Ricard the Humanist and his brother who's actually hiding the Humanist, isn't it? He said he knew we were here!

"You…"

Clapping his hand, Alphardo laughs at the shards, and Julius sends Qua, the quasi-spirit of 'Water', under the Ricard and steps forward with a brief cure for the wound.

"Ah! Here, Julius! Don't run away!

"You stay put until the blood stops!

With the knight's sword in the front, Julius shouts to Alphardo. But the speed at which it steps in is clearly different from what it was earlier.

To a sharp step and slash, Alphardo, who had received his first machete, raised his brow lightly.

"What is this..."

"It is the power of In, the quasi-spirit of 'Yang'. And at the same time."

"Huh?"

Alphardo's confusion overlapped with the corresponding voice.

Pushing off the cheek-strong blasphemer with impatience, Julius' long leg jumps and is slapped against Alphardo's side head. The next defense won't make it. My arm, which is delayed from rising, droops, making sure Alphardo, who turns his eyes, rolls and desperately escapes.

"Wow! What's that, yeah?

"To me is the quasi-spirit of 'Yang'. The 'Yin' quasi-spirits are there with the swords together. It is a collaboration that mutually improves and reduces physical abilities. This is your first look, isn't it?

"... uhihi, sasasasu ah! Master Julius, lovely! The charm that neither we nor we know is still loaded!

――

Dye your cheeks red and Alphardo stares at Julius with a lucid look.

The moment Julius glanced at that feverish gaze, Alphardo removed the dagger bracketed in his arm and threw it away. A tall sound echoes slammed against the cobblestone.

Shortly afterwards, his heel crushed the cobblestone.

"I can't seem to surprise you with a sword, so now I'm going to charm you with a fist fight."

"Guh!

Alphardo, stuffed with distance between blinks, releases his palm bottom as he twists his hips. Julius took it with his free left arm, but the shock pierced his arm and chest.

The ground stepping and hip twisting increased the destructive power out of common sense on the slap released, and Julius' skinny shrugged and jumped without joking.

If Subaru had witnessed the sight, he would have thought of the scene of the car crash.

It's also a violent sight of a non-braking runaway vehicle dangling defenseless humans.

"All the colored men, eight or eight of us who beat them to death, our fists... could they have sounded better than in the marrow of your brother's bones?

Julius cannot afford to respond to Alfaldo, who smiles madly.

Her sternum swells, her guts crushed, her blood clots spit out and her length blows up. It was the recard that was being treated that took it apart.

"Julius, Akan!!

Ricard holds up and protects Julius, who crashes head-to-wall defenselessly. The shock swallowed even the giant body of the dogs, and the two were smashed of stone and slapped all over the building.

A head shaking Ricard rushes over to Julius as he can almost get into the smoke spray. He turned his head to the side spilling blood, letting the blood spit out so his throat wouldn't get blocked.

"Spirit! I don't know if you hear me, but your husband's pinch! Hang in there! It's about Wye. Later. Yes!

Did Ricard's call to death go through, the blue light pours its power into Julius' body? Death minister disappeared from Julius coughing up in bitterness, and Ricard jumped outside in a great panic in charge of the Great Jubilee while he was at ease.

"Welcome back! Want some rice? Want a treat? Or, um...?

"Lick and rot, you fucking kid... I'm gonna tell you what happens when you make fun of an adult, my little ones and I are gonna slap you in the ass and make you cry"

"No, no, let's not. We don't have a hobby for dogs. If you don't play enough swords and fists...... how about this?

Ricard's body hair turned upside down as Alphardo spread his hands with a thin smile. If you peel your eyes off something, Ricard bites his teeth into abomination.

- The waterway behind Alphardo, its current swirling and lifting, looking down at the recard as if it were the neck of a water dragon.

"To sword moves, to martial arts, now magic? Whoa, whoa, whoa."

"We are clumsy unnamed wizards, shaders who can't even be proud of our families. Oh, my God!"

Shortly after Alphardo's tongue out, the head of the water stream pours down towards Ricard.

Although it is water, its momentum and mass easily crush the flesh of the creature. Behind you is Julius, and there is no alternative to evasion.

"I'll do it. Wah, hah!!

He slammed Daiju to the ground to secure his body, and a large mouthed Ricard emits a roaring wave.

It is the original roaring wave that the three sisters and brothers of the Deputy Head of the "Iron Fang", two of the three, work together to wake up. Originally, it was Mimi's roaring wave that imitated Ricard's knitted it, and it was Ricard's claim that the ancestors were to themselves.

However, the growling waves carried out alone are more burdensome on the flesh than those of the Mimi, who dispersed the cannon mouth and reduced the burden.

Feeling his body clinging to the Great Jubilee, Ricard burst the roar of destruction from his throat to intercept the turbidity of the water flowing down.

"Wow, wow."

Without even hearing the exclamation, the roaring waves of Ricard clash with turbidity.

The fluctuations struck the water splash from the front, causing several tons of weight to evaporate as it scattered misty. After a few seconds, the pushed turbulence slams the square like rain, and on the water-soaked cobblestone, the recard collapses, depositing its weight in the great bamboo.

"Hisashi, it's so tight... the end of your mouth, you're gonna chop it off"

Blank and for a long time, both burdens also leave damage on Ricard himself, who emitted a roaring wave. Ricard, breathing on his shoulders, rose up, shaking his guts though.

Alphardo is still alive and dancing on the spot without showing any fatigue.

"Wow, wow! It's been a long time since I've been burned. It's been a long time since we remembered anything. Like, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay!

- That's all you've got.

"Whoa, it's your brother back. Frightening, cute, screwy."

Julius lined up next to Ricard, the front of Alphardo waving his head.

His face is pale, and the knight's outfit is painted with blood. There is also a faint tremor in the exhalation, and there is nothing to say about the state of completeness. I can't say, but still,

"You took care of me, Ricard"

"I've been called. Don't tell your daughter how hard Wye worked later and get a temporary bonus. It doesn't suit me."

"In that regard, let me give you a good mouthfeel"

Regripping the knight's sword, Julius slaps Ricard on the shoulder before staring at Alphardo. In that gaze the blasphemer smiled, dyed his cheeks and distorted his lips in abomination.

There are creeps all over the chigu tsugi hagi, with their expressions, their words and deeds, and even the way they fight.

Or maybe that's what concerns the power of 'bulimia'.

"How could you be stained with evil while you were mending all that sword, martial arts, and even magic? There must have been another way to use that power."

"Nowhere else. For example, what kind of candidate would a brother be?

Dear brother, it also involves disgust at the way you are called.

Whenever Alphardo speaks of it in a licking eye, in a mesmerizing tone and in a sticky manner, the value of the word is tainted in Julius.

That's a strange feeling, too.

- I'm not supposed to have a family or anything that calls me that.

"A knight, for example. Mercenaries, for example. For example, it's a hero. Faithless power is easily stained with evil, and strong ability transforms itself into violence. So..."

"I thought I'd tell you! I thought you'd say that, brother! If we knew a brother, if we believed a brother, we would say so. I thought so!

Abruptly breaking up the conversation, Alphardo leaps to Julius.

Place the knight's sword vertically and shoot off the kick that jumps in. Do you even plant an iron plate on the back of your shoe? The stiff feeling takes the blade and the slashing won't go through.

Like dancing around on the spot, Alphardo continues to kick out his short body sharply, pushing Julius' scaffold in as he sees it.

Intensely aggressive, we lose sight of the timing of even interrupting the recard.

"Remember, when I was a kid! You know, when we were sick and we had to give our brother a garden tree-born ringa!

"Do something unsolicited...! You can't remember. Don't imitate yourself by pushing your own delusions on others!

"We were still little and my brother couldn't do it at first, 'cause that's what I told him to give up! Remember? Don't you remember? But we only wanted more Ringa for what my brother refused! If I could have said that my brother couldn't do it, we'd be more amazing! I feel confident! That's what I thought!

"What, what are you talking about!? I don't know that... I don't!

Julius accepts the toe, the heel, the spinning kick, the straight kick, the surface kick, the half-moon kick, the summer salt, the backspin kick, and the knight's sword.

My arm is paralyzed, my wounded gut hurts, and I feel the taste of blood in my mouth. No, it's not like vomiting blood to feel the taste of blood. I'm biting my lips right now. I am, for some reason, now.

I can't keep my ears off Alphardo's paranoia.

"After that, we... We are! My brother!

"-!"

"I've always thought of you! I've always felt it! I mean, no! I said it's your stuff! How about that! How about now! I feel good! You felt this way! Oh, that would have felt good! I finally figured it out!

"I don't know anything about you!!

Julius was more fierce when he was pushed to say whatever he wanted.

Push back with force to the knight sword and plug the attack into the gap where Alphardo's posture has collapsed. Slash down, pierce, kick in, slap, roll in, snap away.

A slaughter stained with anger and hostility runs through the universe, and Alfaldo's long hair, delayed in cutting, is turned down several rooms and falls to the ground. Besides, slaughter is not the only thing to pay attention to.

"Ia! Kua! Aro! Ike! Meir! In!

Spinned like a magical chant is the name of a quasi-spirit bonded to a spiritual knight.

Six quasi-spirits, called by name, increase their radiance and pour doom into the knight's enemies by turning their own existence into power.

- Six colors of light from the six directions surround the Alfaldo without escape.

"This is the last time -!"

Convinced of his must-win, Julius makes a spike to Alphardo, where he can't escape.

It runs straight into the middle of Alphardo's, its chest,

"Absolute Palm"

The black palms that fit in front of his chest sandwiched and shattered the knight's sword body.

Fragments are scattered and the Spike of Special Attacks is rendered ineffective.

But there's still magic looming from a six-direction blind spot...

Sorcerer.

The swelling magic swelled up behind Alphardo, shooting down all six imminent magic powers.

Tonal magic strikes directly at tonal magic, and magic offsets anything.

At the end of the day, Julius' eyes, sealed with the means of attack, were opened.

"Twin Sword Snake"

It was the dagger he was supposed to have thrown away that Alphardo's toenails jumped up.

With a bare gesture falling back under Julius' attack, he was dutifully directed to the position of a dagger. Receive the rotating blade with both hands and Alfaldo's body rotates.

The storm of slaughter blew, and Julius lifted his crushed sword.

――――

"My brother took the ringa for me. That's why we hated you."

Clearly, his elbow-cut arm circled the universe, making a noise and falling into cobblestone.