Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru! - Chapter 103

The expression of the brave becomes sinister and bitter with each passing time.

That should be it, too. No matter how much you feel about killing yourself, the sword strikes empty. Probably not as usual as a burning rush.

Since the man stopped using magic, the brave man has been slaughtered by a grudge. Even though I don't know why I won't hit the sword, I still manage to shoot the sword in to scratch it.

It's a beautiful sword move. Mauhario's sword, etc., is so mature and sharp that it can even be described as a child's hands-on learning compared to this. If you distract yourself, you are so beautiful that you are about to be deprived of your gaze, and then the demon resides. But now it's a dark cloud, too. A sword that I'm not sure "goes in" can't even be worn. Whether it was a cloudless sword or not, it couldn't have hit me.

Every time a brave man waves his sword, it's small from her mouth, and the words of doubt are leaking "why" and "why". It wouldn't be what I intended. Anxiety moves her mouth naturally.

A brave man who turns his body and draws a spiral with his cuttoe, using the power of his sword to try to fly outward, slashing him. Expose yourself to the slaughter. But the sword was useless and shaken off.

The brave man who dares to witness the act of letting him eat the slaughter is stunned and dismayed. They showed me that sword strikes didn't work, so I guess so.

"No matter how much you do, it's useless. Your sword never hits my body."

"Ku-!"

When told to teach, the brave man leaves behind a groaning voice. There are no threat shards, such as the Brave Man's attack, but this tragedy was troublesome. Enough to take down that Mauhario. That's about as common as it gets, but it would therefore break your bones to put in a decision punch.

But there are limits to how many brave men there are. If you even let your will to fight undermine you, you will weaken with your health. It's been a streak since we attacked the fort. There wouldn't have been a time to rest. Now it makes me feel in a hurry and twitch. That would also eliminate the ability to fight for itself.

Just thinking of that brings in nature and laughter. They are holding the opponent in their hands who is said to threaten the Demon King. It is not something that can be enjoyed at all. How delightful and joyful.

"Hihi...... apparently your breath is up too. Why don't you give up already?

"Talk a lot"

Unlike humans, you have no tongue to bite.

Hunting down brave men with words. Humans are weak-minded creatures, no matter how strong or wandered the flesh was, if only they had shredded their spiritual strength, they would all be the same. Become a weak creature.

Rajas and Lishabalm were also well advised on that point. He said it would be easy if you sniped the spiritual side and uprooted the will. I remember saying every single thing.

Therefore,

"Why don't you give up and give me your neck clean?

"Who said that!

"The man in the back seems to have noticed already, doesn't he? You're waving your sword. But, look, haven't you been standing around forever?"

"... Huh!

As soon as I put the man out to attract him, the brave man's complexion became visibly worse.

I can see exactly what's being hunted down. If you attack a man with stock, this brave man will fall easily. I thought it was troublesome to have company, but how could I be so lucky?

That, too, should have been more obvious than seeing the fire that the brave men were moving forward and fighting themselves and standing up, but actually relying on the man behind them. One by one, he looks at a man's complexion, determines whether he is dominant or disadvantaged, and assembles the battle for the first time in a battle with support. And if you see a man getting tired, sweaty, and lumpy after he stops telling you what to do, this will come true with certainty. The man is quite skilled enough to defeat his compatriots and continue to provide precise support, but in the end he stops to the extent that he is human. Because the magic of a man could not scratch this body.

It's impossible. No one, and perhaps Lishabalm, who taught me this move, will be able to hurt himself with Nakshatra, the Demon King.

Finally, the brave man's shoulder drops to give up. Is it time to finally realize that you can't defeat no matter what? He is leaning down, dropping his shoulders, and biting his lips with regret. That appearance that it was a lie to have unleashed a prestige was too funny.

"Hihihihihiha ha!!

It exudes irrepressible joy, and gives strength to the demon hand that gathers most of you.

Almost there. Soon this Vishudda will take the brave man's head and earn the honor of the first brave killer. Don't let anyone get in the way.

"- Oh, my God. You know what?"

"... what?

"... Huh?

It was probably at the same time that I spoke to a voice of awareness that was as if it were out of place.

If you notice, a man who should have stood up behind the brave man is exhaling with a shuddering face.

That's like saying why you haven't noticed such a simple fact before, such a face frightened of yourself.

"If you think it's a tough opponent, you can't go through with the attack. We're not exposed to the main unit. That doesn't make sense. How could I not have immediately noticed such an easy thing? You're too manipulative. Me..."

And, the wizard man in black makes him look pale and holds his head in his bosom. The trick, whilst still, is a distressing way to say that it is an event in the outside world, such as the battle between yourself and the brave.

Such misplaced and loose narratives on my nose, I fly demon bullets from the throats accumulated in my demon hands. But when the man who noticed it squeaked his finger, this attack blew up with every burst.

I'm looking at this one now with the same boring look I had when I first saw it, keeping my mouth shut as I gave up until earlier.

If you realize it, the brave men were retreating to the man to avoid this attack.

"You gave up..."

"What? What are you talking about, you? What are you giving up in this situation?

"Huh...? Because, you know, living..."

"No, if you can't win, you just have to run. You, haven't you lost your mind since you lost your memory?

"Who's an idiot!

A brave man yells at a man. The man is also showing her a pungent face, but his gaze is pointing this way without alarm. As he increased his strength to attack, the man lifted his lowered hand. Is the interception complete? Hi, it's hard to get a hold of.

Ask the man as the brave man turns to this side of the sword.

"... you noticed?

"Oh. At all, I didn't think I could do this to these people in this world, but they had exceptions. There are some parts of me that I'm a little concerned about... but leave that alone."

The man's mouthfeel was such a way of saying that this move wouldn't matter. Are you saying you really noticed, not haunted? No, that can never happen.

"... I don't know what you're talking about"

So low, the man looks bored and stuck,

"Then shall I say it plainly? What doesn't strike you is not obscuring the entity, but obscuring where you are now, isn't it?

…………

"I just thought it was vaporized or obscured the entity at first because my body is like a"... "No, no, I'm afraid it was that kind of body from the beginning. Well, he's a demon, so he must be an ant."

"... that's a total misunderstanding"

"Ha - don't lie to me like that. I've fought guys like you before. I... Well, he was a few steps better than you."

The man is convinced that his theory is correct. Can't you delude me?

"... fine. You're right. Let me compliment you on what you saw through. But this move won't tear anyone apart."

"I don't know. There's as much to do."

On the face of the man who speaks so, there is a grin. It is as if it were a misguided thing to hear.

That ridiculous attitude fueled his frustration in a grand way.

"such techniques, etc."

"You're saying there is, aren't you? It's not cool if you know a lot about it, huh?

"-! What, such a void, etc!

"Hmm, do you want to give it a try, to see if it's a vanity?

The mouth of the man who said so creeps away. Are you so confident?

Just in case, this one works too. I don't know what a man is trying to do, but the point is, I just don't have to let him use it.

Watching a man gaze defenselessly and open his mouth to chanting, he can put all his strength into the demon hand.

"Haaaaaaaa......"

The throat around your hand swells and forms a giant hand. When I wield it out of my mind, most of you, along with the shock, involve a dirt mass on the ground and fly towards the man.

The man's defense won't make it. Brave men, too, were already too late when they could react.

But was such a sighing hand already anticipated? At the moment of the collision, the figure of the man had disappeared and, if noticed, was moving in another direction with the brave man.

... what have you done. I couldn't even read what happened to the move. Meanwhile, even his companion, the brave, is baffled by instantaneous mobility and peers firmly around.

Then, the man quietly closes his eyes and groans as he squeaks up.

"- Atman. Eye of those with wisdom, in all cases it is within the fools, some with light dismiss all the ignorance. Sophisticated soul Jnanachakusya. It is drawn on my feet as Pinyin"

(- Something that finds truth. It is the third eye of the fool, which the knower opens, and which returns all ignorance to the horizon of cause and effect. The purified soul is Junarna Chaksha. The ninety-six congestions that they represent are pictured as two balls and a half circle, and are not drawn under my feet)

Sounds, man's spell chanting. With it the magic of a man dawns, and the surrounding air winds back to the man so as to match its luxury. The gushing wind regularly damaged the ground and eventually opened the man's eye lid.

"- Open, Eye of Danguma. And Dase illuminate the truth."

(- All falsehoods in front of Dungma's open eyes. Destroy them.)

Moments, brilliant enough to burn his eyes from under a man's feet erupted.

Everything around me is swallowed by the dazzling light of sunlight reflecting on the water. But soon it subsided and, like earlier, it returned to the forest of black steel trees surrounded by darkness illuminating the fiber moon.

What effect has it had on the current light? But nothing has changed in itself. The brave man seems to have noticed that, and he looks at the man with surprise.

"Eight keys...? What's the magic now?

"End"

That's the man who tells you the magic is over. Was it, after all, a distressing void?

"Heh, heh, heh, heh! What!? Aren't you still haunted!? If you think you've done a great deal, it's not like anything happened! It's all the same now!

"No, that's not true. - Look, the difference is here, right?

Say so, man, slap the ground behind your shoes. There was a pale brilliant formation depicted there, which only imitated the eyes.

"What is that painting?

"Hmm? That's a long time to explain, huh? Pineal corpus, dunguma, adjuña. We're going to have to talk from Western magic to Indian Buddhism."

"I don't know..."

I can afford it, but it doesn't change that there's no change. The painting at the foot leaves a magic formation that has been used to haunt

Just being. It's no big deal.

"Hey, hey! Tell me with all that confidence nothing has changed!? What's going on!?

"... you say that too. I don't specialize, so shut up."

"So..."

"Look, how about this, then?

As soon as a man said so, an inadvertently cold light ran.

It's a man's magic. Even though we know it won't work, repeating the same thing is worse for us than remembering one of the fools.

Never hit it. Never - but it should have.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!?

Betrayed my expectations, and the light did pierce my own shoulders.

The shock of being magically shot through and the sharp pain running down his shoulder.

"See? Did you hit it?"

"Liar...... then the magic just now is for this"

"What the hell are you..."

"Vishudda, General of the Demonic Nation. You faked where you are. But as long as these dangma eyes are open to the realm of matter, you can't fake your place. Either your visions disappear into that phase, or they're all exposed over here."

"Stupid! There's no way magic can hit my body (from) with such a painting! I always keep this in the ghost!

"What? Always put yourself in this ghost world? Don't proclaim it funny, you octopus. That's just blurring the boundary between this one and another phase, right? You're not sure the moves are user-friendly? It's not like your body is far away."

"Attacks from here to there, etc."

"Yes, I can't. If only we weren't really connected. But what you're doing is sitting at an obscure point, every time you attack and defend, you're just aligning your condition one way or the other. It's such a divine trick to attack remotely while scratching in a different phase, Kudrak can only do it. The point is, yours is kind of like hiding your body behind it."

"Nah......!?

It was a shock. Even this unknown part of me was being nursed by a man.

"So, but just because this move was torn doesn't mean I lost!

"- But isn't it big that I can slaughter?

A brave man who has been silent until now says so and exasperates killing. Same as when I started fighting, no, I was more upset than that.

"Cover my little girl!

When you shoot a demon bullet from a demon hand, the man also shoots out the magic of light to match it. Magic that intersects between the brave and himself. When the defensive barrier by Tomomi was deployed, the man's magic was prevented and disappeared.

Meanwhile, this attack is also prevented by a man's magic barrier. A golden magic formation floating in the sky unfolds like a vertical in front of a man.

Two, a brave man turned his gaze on the man.

"Eight keys."

"What. You want me to take extra care of you?

"Uh, I'm not..."

A brave man who has turned to modesty. Have you guessed her mood, or the man throws up a sigh of giving up. And

"Fine. The Clarigarodorani Phantom Sword is a sword that slashes demons that nest in the world. Five hundred years, your swordsmanship won't break. Let him see it."

The brave man nodded resolutely at the invincible talk. Then he turns his cuttoe this way and slashes it on the horizontal giraffe.

"Ahhhhhhh!

"Don't lick me. Aah!

When I think I've caught it at the edge of my eye, it disappears right out of my sight, turning laterally and letting me take a slash. Standing around out of this sight. And even more so than earlier, the movement is clear.

But...

"The point is, I just don't want to hit it! I've already cut off your sword!

No matter how cloudy the sword flashes, the blade never hits.

Yes, he himself sees out the sword of the brave. I'm out. I know to take it in my hands like a brave sword strike. Because every time a slaughter flies, Mithril's body is swept away and glittering.

Even if the brave man disappears from his sight, his foretaste glows and his forehead tells him where the slashing line passes in advance. Just scratch it, like you did when you started fighting it. That's all.

Apparently the foolish brave man doesn't realize that. I'm just foolishly punching my sword in.

All you have to do is flirt with him until the power of the brave is compromised, the same as the original calculation.

"Damn, I can't hit it..."

"Yes! I can't hit you without your sword strike and other moves! Never!"

…………

Seeing the brave man pushing silence, joy leaks from the edge of his mouth.

I can't wait to feel comfortable where my passionate-hot enemies are biting their teeth off helplessly.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh! If you defeat the brave little girl, you're next, kid!

Yes, after defeating the brave, the man in black. You can never let that man, who has the power to be broken, be broken through the moves of transfiguration.

I've learned by earlier magic that this defense cannot be pierced by the magic of a man. The price of things on track will have to be put on high. Yes, by death.

On the other hand, what happened to the brave man, he changed from hitting until he wanted to be moving around, and he lays his sword quietly in the front. Stretch your cutting edge toward your eyes, the sword pattern slightly below your own chest.

I still don't know how to get out. But the glow of the sword points me to the brave man's next behavior.

To yourself, as it were. Yes, the light of the moon in the sword.

Tight, shiny, but.

"Ha-?"

Disappeared. The glow of the sword, which was supposed to show us the next hand, disappeared abruptly from where it should have been.

And shortly after I lost sight of the sword flash, the most recent is the voice of a woman heard from the front.

- Klugligaro Torani Phantom Sword, Kasumi Cross (Blurred Ginger).

Even sharper than the temper of the night, such a brave man's prickly voice echoed in his eardrums, and his body was slashed to the ground and lay low.

Move your neck in the dark. Only when the body was divided into four parts.

More than raising bitterness, questions overflow through your mouth.

"Hey..."

Why? I don't know what happened.

"- On New Moon nights, never argue with a swordsman. No, no, that's your father. He's going to lose his mind."

A man in black who is blown by the wind at night but leaves it at his disposal but looks up at the sky as if. Speak those words, as if you've just read them in this one's head.

It was nostalgia and joy for the past to dwell in the voices emitted at that time.

But the next thing they pointed at me was laughter. It is also a laugh allowed only to those who roll everything in their hands, as if it were shown by Nakshatra the Demon King.

"Stupid...... the moon was thin or so, it did shine in Jomtien...... should"

"Really?

Its ridiculous voice was so full of confidence that it caught and looked up at the sky.

And there were three glowing moons,

"No, oh...!?

Yes, the night sky was dark and dark as if there were no such thing as a fiber moon from the beginning, not to mention not shining as a single star in the sky.

Hunt the moon

"-Square of the moon. Says the moon must be the mirror of truth in the solar system. Not all that is under the moon must be revealed by its light, and all things shall be clothed in its light. So now they let me hunt from the sky."

I didn't understand what the man was saying. But the man in black laughs at his shoulders as if he were confused.

"What a big deal, but this isn't the Earth or the solar system, and I don't know how the spectrum of ninety degrees (squares) is. I'm done, but I'm just resting. Rest, but..."

- It's been a long and deadly break for you.

Pointed out were still creepier red eyes than the eyes of Nakshatra the Demon King, and a chilling voice. Now I realize that the man was Reaper.

"You… that I was capturing sword flashes with the light in my sword"

"I just said to myself that I was out, and you were right. There was a verse where you were looking at Hatsumi's machete with your eyes. The blurred eyes in the darkness stand out a lot. I thought this was a hit. If the material of the knife was an orcaleicos that could shine instead of corrosive silver (misrill), it wouldn't have happened."

Well, after all, you lost out on the intent to kill me.

Such words echo mercilessly in the forest of night. And again, a man slapping his foot with black shoes.

So, I noticed the discomfort. Yes, if the light of the moon isn't shooting, then the area is surrounded by darkness, and you can't see. Still, the only reason the surroundings were clearly visible was because the formation imitating the eyes at the foot of the man in black had a pale light.

"The light that shows the truth can be a glare that hides lies as time. That's what it is."

"If only you weren't here..."

"Come on, what about that? There could have been other ways to capture your entity, and Hatsumi could have done something on the ground. Besides, the sword flashes right now, you betrayed your sight and the torso came first, didn't you? He might have been busted before he even noticed, huh?

That's what the man said, and he groaned that there was no chance of this victory.

"Well, at least if you were as strong as Rajas, you might have been able to take him down, but you didn't seem to have enough foundation power."

The rhetoric of a man who remembers something tells me no way.

"You, no way."

Then the man gave the look (or oh) of a flirtatious kid as if a lie had been found out and laughed lightly.

... So this man defeated the leading general who was in the lead among the demon generals?

"It was Trinity who defeated Rajas. That's what you're gonna do, you're gonna fuck me up here."

The voice of a man to roll in the smoke became the last word that he heard, the Demon General Vishudda.