The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

Sunset

"Yay...!

I visually confirmed that there would be a blow that could be considered decisive.

"Obsidian" by Mr. Ginka and Mr. Scion. The full blow crushed the armor the emperor wrapped around him.

"... and it falls!

"Huh... Aoba! I can take it!?

"Yes, yes, I'll take care of it ~"

Mr. Aoyagi responded to Mr. Fernote's remarks.

Stretch and braid your proud twat to create something like an impromptu net.

The three men who fell out of the sky were taken by a twat, without hitting the ground. Not only the Emperor, but also Mr. Ginka and Mr. Scion are unraveling the fusion.

"Yes, it hurts. It hurts. Fly away."

"... helpful. Honestly, I couldn't move a finger anymore."

"Haha, Sion can't move anymore for a while either -... Grrr..."

It was such a fierce fight, I guess.

I've already settled, so I want you to take a rest. I did some healing magic, so I'll be back soon.

"... why not"

Doubt, rather than say, words of anger sound.

It was Mr. Krogane who shook himself and spinning his words.

"The performance of" Obsidian "should be less than half that of" Red Ball "... the concept is different in the first place..." Obsidian "is a weapon that puts the reincarnated into perspective until the annihilation of every city, but" Red Ball "is an absolutely safe capsule assembled exclusively for the emperor and is an arm for never losing... If you are fighting from the front," Obsidian "should be the only weapon or individual that exists to win...!

"Mr. Alger, I've mentioned something that he doesn't quite understand... Tensey, Senmetsu..."

"Uh... I think it's like a jargon"

It's fine to go into thought alone, but if you bring strange information into this world, the explanation is cumbersome, so I decided to mislead you appropriately.

... Exactly, that sounds like a big shock.

Krogane Kuon. He's a tech guy.

Moreover, it has the corresponding ability, completed as a nine-tone.

In fact, we establish a mechanical civilization in this world with significantly lower civilization levels, and we even take technology that we didn't have in the world where we came from, such as magic and magic (artifacts). You can undoubtedly call it a genius, or a monster.

"It must be crazy for a technologist to misspell his weapon."

I guess Aoyagi is right.

This is unlikely to happen to him.

"Obsidian" and "Red Ball" made by himself and made himself superior and inferior. It wasn't entirely acceptable to him that those two collided and Obsidian would win.

"You wrap it up. What... is that really what I built...!?

"... people can't choose how to be born. But you can choose your way of life."

Oh, really.

What a dazzling, word.

The fact that I was born as a Jiuyin Silver Man is not what I wanted.

But the fact that I've lived as an Argent Van Peel is my choice.

Words are falling on my chest even though they weren't pointed at me.

"People... people do! But Obsidian is a weapon! I've just got emotions on board, and I've decided where to go..."

"Say it again and again. You're the only one who's setting the limits."

"Yep. Ahead... it's what we decide, Father"

"If emotion, if you have a heart, it's no longer a weapon, it's a creature. What I haunt, and what Theon haunts..."

"When I live with this person, I decided that I would have it with this world, I'm ready!!

These people are strong enough without having to reincarnate or anything.

Unwavering words and will sound, and no one denies it.

There was only one of them, denial not spinning, but stripping away animosity.

"... I see. Sure, I seem to have failed."

"Father...?

"My job is weapons development. Even so, I developed a creature. That was a mistake, for sure. Both the Hound Squad and" Obsidian "were attempts to convert something called spirituality into effect... you mean there is too much sway for better or worse to use as a weapon"

"What... are you going to do yet?!?

"Ku......!!

I guess I perceived the danger with the signs.

Mr. Richelle relentlessly unleashed the magical arrow he was squeezing.

If it was meant to be, a trajectory that pierces the shoulder and renders it powerless. The exact aim was rendered powerless by being prevented.

"Become...!?

"Still got these hidden balls......!?

"Let me show you. Seriously, a showdown weapon."

The emotions that dwell in Mr. Krogane's eyes are no longer incomprehension, anger, or haste.

It was one answer and the eyes of those who were prepared.

With the roar, the earth cracks. "Chunks of Iron" appears innumerable.

Yes, a chunk of iron. It was not one, it destroyed the ground and appeared abruptly, one of which nullified the bow and arrow released.