Yuusha Isagi no Maou Hanashi

While manipulating the aerial battleship alone, Goldman felt the sporadic resistance of the Dragon tribe gradually weaken.

They are trying to confront Sylvenian magic and shelling from battleships head-on.

How silly. How long are you going to keep fighting the old-fashioned way?

Times have changed. The Dragons are a family of fossils who have not come to see how.

Though it is also a pleasure to stay on the plane and attack and burn down the Parabeliu Central State.

For starters, go back and adjust the air battleship Henrimanyu. I didn't know there was a problem with my combat abilities either.

Let's say this reduces the number of gunmen and turns the potential to a few flying style users.

Increase your relay power and instill magic into your buoyancy and output. Hopefully, Goldman might be able to join the line as well.

When one thought succeeds, ambition spreads even more endlessly.

Goldman feels the light shining on the map he drew himself.

Sylvenia has a dragon tribe that squeezes its death force and storms again and again. Was this a battle?

But Goldman finds it dazzling.

It was the man who moved the scales needles so much.

Putting together a fighting spirit that can play like a charge, it was a yellow dragon with a golden scale that stuck out of my head.

Even in the midst of simultaneous shelling, it doesn't feel frightened.

Drawing a tail of blood and thunder, Tenryu General Lernerudra barked like a thunderbolt.

- No dragon, no dragon, no dragon!

Shortly after, the air battleship rocked violently.

Lernerudra's head was stuck on the starboard side. If we avoid the bottom of the barricaded battleship, that's all we have left.

But for that reason, many magicians are especially deployed on the starboard side. I guess it's just suicide, like a head-on assault.

More air battleships vibrated and Goldman, unable to stand, laid his hands on a wall nearby.

Apparently, he spit flames inside the battleship. It must be a rash, but it's troublesome. When a ship sinks in evil, it is no match.

"... the double spear of the Dragon tribe, the Lernerudra of the Yellow Dragon family, or...

That's right, not the man who survived the war twenty years ago.

We'll learn a lot from the power of that fire. "

Looks like there's been an explosion somewhere with Don.

It must have ignited the flammable material. The magicians seem to be a little, handy with just one yellow dragon opponent.

This is nothing more than why Goldman attaches importance to individual combat power.

With just one jumped out man, the aerial battleship Henrimanyu sinks easily. That's why you shouldn't be proud.

Goldman paid for his arm. At that moment, the walls of the demon room bounce and fly.

One, two, three, it's been taken away, and nothing stops between Goldman and Lernerudra.

Lernerudra was only letting her head implant. One eye is crushed, plus scales are damaged and ice spears and swords pierced. How dare you still try to resist with that?

He was staring at this one. Lernerudra also seems to have realized who the enemy to defeat is. Open the aftermath wide and fill the back of your throat with explosive flames.

Goldman sticks his arm out.

"Let's just say I pull this place away from you.

But the next time we meet, we correct our shortcomings and come back even tougher.

Remember, your act of death is only temporary. "

From his fingertips, a pale light emitted.

Invisible vibrating waves that can propagate and beat the demonic world. That's Goldman's magic. Lernerudra's head shook as if he had been struck with an iron gavel, and now its opposite side trembled violently.

Lernerudra, who was stripped of consciousness by those two shots, falls off the battleship as she drifts. The flame leaking from the edge of his mouth was scattered in the sky like water discharge and disappeared.

In the air its body returns from dragon to man's. It will depend on your luck whether you fall and die or your people pick you up.

Well, it fits.

Seeing the tragedy of the air battleship, Goldman announces his retreat.

"It's tidal time. Launch the signal.

Return to Howlingport. "

This is a retreat but not a defeat.

What you get is huge. I left that Dragon tribe.

There's nothing else against this battleship on the big air.

Our own threats will be known on the continent.

Goldman suppresses his mouth and tells the things on earth.

"Fear, you human race.

Remember every time you look up in the sky.

Air warships are always after you from the top of your head. "

――――

Pa, and a bright red flare was fired from the battleship.

Sylvenia looks up at it and returns to the battleship while controlling her posture.

It's a sign of retreat.

Thank you, should I say. Amarier breathed heavily.

Laura, too, had been hurt by several sorceries. She might have been unable to fly in a few moments.

Though I wasn't so worried because Marl went after him.

Amarier confirmed the tragedy around her, distorting her face.

That dragon tribe doesn't call anyone a chase. It was a terrible thing to do.

General Tenryu, who fell from the battleship, was also received by the nearby Dragonized Dragon clan with a single hair, but is full of creativity. It would be life-threatening if I didn't give you a hand right now.

I can't. I don't care what you think, you can't keep fighting any more.

Amarier has to admit.

"... retreat."

My mouth is bitter.

I was able to leave the air battleship, but its contents were beaten down by no skin.

Though the city could be protected.

Next time... there won't be.

The Dragons were half-baked.

At any rate, measures must be taken.

The Amariers descend to the ground, supporting their consciousness, which is likely to be interrupted, with only their qi...

――――

At the same time.

Les Varis was looking to heaven as he stood on a crushed rock.

The flash that flies to tear the sky apart is a flash of retreat.

If I narrowed my eyes, I could see the battleship lowering altitude as it raised smoke in the distant sky.

"Retreat, or you hit the heck out of it. Goldman.

Sort of. Will you do it accordingly?

That battleship is an essential part of my glory.

I don't want to be ruined here. "

Hey, get down on the ground.

Les Varis looks back.

"You said Goldman. 'Don't be proud'.

I'm sure this guy means one of them. "

Les Varis overlooks the blood flowing out from under the Great Rock.

There are still shards of life left. Leaving this place before you suck it all up is against the fashion of the Goldmen.

"Even if you do, crushing the unwilling is not exactly a hobby.

It's going to be off the right path. "

Les Vallis softly glances at her eyes and troublesome behind her ears.

That legendary brave Isagi never stabbed a stop at what he surrendered.

A hero in a story, but one I admired for childhood. It's just a story.

When Les Varis, who reattached his eyelids, opened his eyes, there dwelt the raptor's glow.

"Ma'am.

Weak ones die, too, the logic of this world.

Turn away from it, you're not the strongest or the weakest. "

That cord spinning with one hand is slightly different from what Les Varis slapped on the two of them. It's a shooting star-like sorcery that improves speed and power instead of immensity.

It's a move to smash the stars and crush the two of them underneath.

"Come - Barbaridra's Heavy Day"

Les Varis puts up the great rock that was created in his hand.

I was just about to slap you right now, at that moment.

"Brother, no, no, no!

"N-?"

Looking back. At that moment, the vision showed a red dragon.

To the red dragon - Marr - who had been shooting as he ripped the wind apart, Les Varis reflexively protruded the great rock.

"Get out of my way!

Marr stuck it out of his head into that piece of magic. The shooting star splashes and the dirt-filled marl returns to the girl's body unconscious where it flew forward to some extent, rolling the ground in a gobble.

"... kioo..."

Les Varis struck his tongue as he turned his eyes and looked down at Marr falling in.

I guess he came after me from the sky.

"Is that the daughter of the Dragons?

I don't really like sideways, you know.

... I think I'll crush it.

Shit, it'll feed your soul. "

Killing two people is no different than killing three.

I just don't like crushing unconscious things like little things.

Father - Darris also missed it without killing because he lost his power to fight.

What I would like to settle for in the battle is Les Vallis' mere obsession, but he valued it.

Without such things as supporting nuclei and beliefs in me, I would just end up being a strong man. “The strongest” is unbreakable.

As soon as I thought so.

The line of light blinked and tore the boulder apart.

A man dyed his chestnut hair in blood rises from the smoke that turns into magic and disappears.

Dye your nogging eyes red, eating your teeth off.

With his left arm bent, he is stretching the light out of his right palm.

"... wait"

"Ho."

Les Varis delighted to peel his fangs.

I will not forgive you if you stand up. Though I felt like I had received permission.

"... I won't let you,"

"Hmm?

Oh, my God, I don't have the right perspective. Are you sure you're conscious?

The grief snaps like a rumor.

"... in front of me, killing a woman is unacceptable...

Say no... even if they are gods... "

……

Les Varis creates a small debris in the palm of his hand.

And he shot it out sadly at high speed.

Bullets projected at unstoppable speeds in the eye, but it broke in two in front of sad eyes.

It is not a barrier or junction. He unleashed magic at speeds above his limits.

The interval is only slightly wider than that of the sword.

Fast. If I wield that whip of light without stretching, would it be this fast?

"I see."

Haired up, Les Varis loosened her mouth.

What's new is the magic of the wind. The airflow beats hard on the sad body.

Relax. I'm going to fall back. I laugh at that half-dead thing with my nose.

"Is he crazy about death?

But I know. I know how that feels.

You have something to protect, don't you? Whatever you sacrifice, you protect it, right?

You can turn it into a life, right? You think it's okay to die, don't you?

What's wrong with you? Is that your signpost?

As he walks over to him, Les Varis tells him.

"That's fine. Fine. A testament to the comforter.

I haven't reached that point yet. No, you don't get it, do you?

I've never been smashed before. I don't know what's gonna happen.

I couldn't protect you. My brothers.

So I won't repeat the same mistake again. Now it's definitely time to let them win.

Whatever stands up, beat it to pieces with this hand "

Les Varis extends his fingers slightly.

At that moment when I was in the midst of sorrow, the light flashed.

It was like I didn't see it. Blood drips from your fingertips.

Les Varis draws arms and licks fingers.

With a grin, he relinquishes the man's right to life.

"You were the man who killed Caliburnus.

I'll spare you my brothers, and I'll miss you just once.

I was scolded when I returned to Soulburn.

Damn, the road to the “strongest” is dangerous too.

To the destination of his honorable soul, glory be to him. "

Prayer, Les Varis stands refreshed and gleaming.

The rest is not already in his eyes.

What Les Varis aims for.

That's only one thing, because it's the title of the apex.

◆ ◆ ◆ ◆

The emergence of the "Air Battleship" was known throughout the continent through the Adventurer's Alliance.

Only one weapon shook the world.

The means of flight other than the Dragons and some Demons do not exist in Alvaris.

It would be possible to create things like hot air balloons and airships if they wanted to be cheap or sad.

Maybe the realization isn't far away and we'll be there in time for the next invasion.

Except whether it's practical or not.

Keep putting up the barrier and take the helm just for more wind sorcery before the shelling that even the Dragons cannot avoid.

Is that possible? Before the magicians of the Demonic Empire, will they not be made a hive?

If they shoot you down in the sky, there's no escape. Destiny to wait is falling to death.

Adventurers, including Amarier, will haunt their minds for a while to shoot down that air battleship.

Two days after the air battleship retreated.

The wounds of grief and integrity that repelled Les Varys were still unhealed and had not awakened from the coma.

As many users as they have used up their magic. It was the prospect of the healers that it would take a day or two to recover.

In the meantime, Amarier will be traveling east as deputy to Alliance headquarters.

Reorganization of adventurers. Barriers Covering Bronzery Preparing the Magic Formation. Urgent convocation of S-class adventurers.

Arrangements for anti-dragon weapons. Reconnaissance of Howling Port by the guerrilla forces. as well as the sabotage operations of the air battleship Henrimanyu.

Amarier, who was supposed to do all this in just two days, had her hair crouched while surrounded by paperwork in the office of the Adventurer's Guild Branch.

"... uh, not enough anymore, not enough at all...

Not enough power... enough to create a barricade of wind tricks...!

Amarier wanted a 100% arithmetic.

Adventurers are an organization to protect people. Isn't now the time to do everything in our power to prevent the Second Demon Emperor War?

Yet.

All you have to do is strip everyone of their license, such as adventurers who don't try to get involved at this time.

"What is it, because Shu-kun, the hero killer, lost?

I wish I had an S-class adventurer who wouldn't freak out and try to lean on me like that!

You're too scared to fight without a Livestone!?

You just have to die! Damn it! Idiot, idiot, idiot!

Amarier slaps a bunch of paperwork in the back of his hand.

Paper dances and dances in the room.

And there was one woman behind it.

He stands in front of an open door in the office, hands on his hips and laughs.

"It's not rough, Lie."

"... Huh?

Amarier gets up after fisting down the desk and sounding a lavish metal noise.

"Metallica!

"Oh, why did you hit the table as much as you wanted right now?

"It's wonderful! The economy!

"Oh, my God."

Metallica twisting her neck with a face like she was convinced otherwise.

Amarier jumps over his desk and heads to Metallica.

"Well done for coming! Metallica, I've been waiting for you!

I just wanted to borrow your cat's hand!

I need you to fly to Dinas City right now!

Metallica is slightly scared when greeted by her impatient blood-running eyes.

This could have been the wrong time to show your face, I think, Metallica.

"What... so, but no,

I'm going to be in private... "

"Yeah? That's good. That's about it! It's a world crisis!?

You're an adventurer! You have a crush, don't you?

"Wow, I get it, I get it"

Forced to hold his hand with both hands, Metallica returns a bitter laugh.

I realized the defense was futile. This is one of Metallica's virgins.

And so Amarier realized, once again.

"What, Metallica... you mean you're here...?

What she was doing was what Amarier had also heard.

Metallica is under constant scrutiny of sorrow. Whether you're on vacation or not.

"Hehe."

To Amarier's words, Metallica now smiled proudly.

I didn't notice because Amarier herself hadn't slept for two days... but if you look closely, isn't she exhausted from all over her body?

She was fighting too.

I'm sure we'll have her fight.

Metallica saluted the Alliance headquarters agent to do so and made a report to Amarier.

"Guild agent, healthy legged metallica.

- Safe, we have sent our agent to Howling Port. "

――――

And on the other hand, this is Howling Port.

Flying out of the air battleship Henrimanyu, Les Varis was making his return to Howlingport earlier than anyone else.

When we landed on the corner of the city while controlling the Demon Armor Ohan, there were already young Pyril people gathered there.

When they saw Les Vallis, they boiled down.

Those things I couldn't take to the fight, but everyone of them wished Les Varis well.

Also, Les Vallis was going to fight just as well as they deserved.

It fulfilled.

Demon King Puzzle and the grief of hero killing, Les Varys could have crushed these two without pulling a single step, but on the contrary by no complete skin.

The same goes for Henrimanyu's returning opponents.

It would have been the strongest thing Les Varis wanted, one step closer.

Proud of that, Les Varis triumphs with his chest outstretched.

Originally, Varys was a weak, feeble young man.

I was just worried about the future of the clan and kept searching for something I could do.

He was a boy who deciphered books with constant thought of such things as home affairs, diplomacy, learning about history and what to do to enrich his country.

There was a group of people around him who were good at rough things, but he himself was constantly moaning and suffering for his helplessness.

It was no coincidence that he got a new soul like that, a ban and an armor in his hands.

It is to rinse the stigma of the clan, to regain honor, and to be “strongest” himself.

The stronger I get, the more I've felt.

That means' power 'is what makes this world what it is.

Everyone starts asking about their complexion and listening to everything they say.

All the scenery surrounding Les Varis has changed.

The same goes for the demons of neighbouring countries. I know they use themselves, but even that all reverses the position. Definitely.

There was nothing difficult about it.

People gather around only one “strongest”, obey, and nation is created.

The reason for this Alvaris was simpler than anything else.

Then Les Varis decides to be “the strongest”.

Hit and crush everything and build a new world on it.

Les Varis lifts his own body by soul armor Ohan and returns to the Adventurer's Guild.

Destruction is necessary for peace.

The brave Isagi crushed the ambitions of the demon emperor Henrimanyu.

Les Varis preferred the brave Tan over anything else.

A boy called from another realm is chosen as a sword and walks out as a brave man.

Everyone is determined to admire a man. It's a paralyzing story.

Isn't that exactly like Les Vallis right now?

He was chosen to break the law, gain the power of his soul, and that's how he leads us together.

It's a comeback, I'm the brave Isagi.

He is a brave man to save this world from adventurers.

And the brave had company.

Barriesd, Cerdel, Preah. The names of those who have accumulated an abominable new history, but we need company.

Les Varis also has what he should call his best friends.

Les Varis lifts his hair and opens the door of the Adventurer's Guild.

It is the SS who guards his absence. My direct reports.

"Berda, Dies, Donga, we're back now."

They are the men who have served Varys since childhood.

After his brother's death, he is a valiantly superior squire who supported himself nearer than anyone else.

He is a master, a friend, a companion, and a community of destiny.

I've grown stronger.

Those are the ones who delighted me more than anyone.

"... you guys? He's not here?

The inside of the room is dim and the outlook is poor.

Will they just happen to be away?

No, you're not.

Les Varis' ears move tingly.

"Berda or Dies? Donga?"

Breathing sounds. Besides, my skin is sore and sore.

Cold things ran on his spine, and Les Varis frowned.

"... what's up? What's going on?

Les Varis notices an odd stuffing when his shoes slap him on the floor.

Red liquid. This is blood. Whose is it?

"... you guys...?

In the dark, I notice.

The deepest part of the room, the seat of Les Varis, as it should be.

There was a man sitting back in a throne-like position and sitting deep.

Les Varis narrowed his eyes softly.

There comes the brutal light.

"... who? You are.

I feel better now, I'll see you later. "

The man wore a strange mask that covered the upper half of his face.

He assembles his legs, arms up on his elbow, and stares at this one with his cheek cane.

He was a man like Reaper, dressed in a pitch-black costume like crawling out of a demon.

The man's voice is young. It's like a boy.

"Well, I'm sorry to interrupt.

I'll be done in a minute. "

"Ho."

"Stop this fight now.

Then I'll save your life. "

"Ha!"

Les Varis laughs off the man's words.

Bullshit. In the darkness, the eye of the beast rises dull.

"I don't think I know the name of Les Varis, king of the Three Kingdoms.

Or are you insulting me? Don't forgive him for insulting you. "

……

Peeping his fangs from the edge of his mouth, Les Varis packs an intermission with the man as he entertains his struggle.

War and intent to kill are intertwined like spirals, rising from their bodies.

"You will feed your soul.

The destination of all life is in my hands. "

and

He couldn't finish his words.

Les Varis' eyes were open.

There's blood on the mask of the man sitting in front.

And it is the three squires who lie before him...

"Berda! Dies! Donga!

Why, why you, why you!

They're all out.

Why are some of the most brave men in the Pyril tribe? Why not?

"You? You... you did it!

……

Hair that stands tall against the sky. Magic vibrates tables and chairs, stopping at the corners of the room.

The masked man doesn't make it slight while the guild branch itself is beaten to such a shaky amount of magic.

Ask back as if to exasperate Les Vallis' anger.

"What if?

"Kill -"

Les Varis screaming without getting her hair in.

He stepped through the floorboard as he bit his back teeth.

"I'll rip your five bodies and smash them!

I'll drag that blood, pieces of flesh and guts out and line them up in front of these men's graves!

Cry, cry, beg forgiveness! Smash that throat and die in remorse!

……

"The name of the strongest, the meaning of the word, the weight!

Do you know what “strongest” means?

I'll carve it up your soul! Where all lives go!

"…" The strongest "?"

The man had his first expressive expression there.

What the hell does this beast want?

Eyes behind the mask stab Les Varis.

I gently reassembled my legs, and that's how he broke off.

- It's about me, isn't it?

The man with the lightning sword stood up,

Tell Les Varis as he looks down.

"For one thing, let's just say I right your mistake.

The art of manipulating the soul world. He sure is a pain in the ass.

I can't forgive you any more than that.

Where all life goes - not in your arms.

The lives of the people of this world are in the land of peace, in the soul world.

It's Les Varis, king of the Three Kingdoms.

You sleep, too. Peace than eternity. "

Les Varis pays his arm. That's just it.

At that moment, the soul power blown out of Soul Armor Ohan turns the room down into two truths.

The ceiling collapses and half of the Adventurer Alliance branch buries on the roof.

"- That mouth, I'll make sure you can't slap me again!

As such,

The battle opens here.

Episode: 8 All Life Goes To End

Now in the man's hands, I was entrusted...