Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru!

Vishudda was cut off from his right shoulder mouth to his left leg and from his left flank to his right flank by the hand of Hatsumi Decayed Leaf.

Craigaro Torani Phantom Sword Decaying Leaf Flow, Xia Cross Copy. Sure, worship should have been a phantom knife that turned into a torso and a torso into a worship, but Vishudda eats both. That would mean that even if I could see a sword flash, I would most likely have been slaughtered by one.

"Oh, my God. Moonhunt was a bee and an extra favor."

"Totally. But I'm sure you're the one who took it."

Hatsumi tells her to exhale. Where the flash of sword illuminated by the light of the moon became like a palatine flame, did you conclude that you would never be hostile to the void of 'becoming invisible'? As for her, it may not have been an earlier ingenious hand and a blow that anticipated a special.

Kelli may have been the best at poking and deciding, but...

"How can you even do that to an amnesia scum?"

"I don't want you to tell me. You'd be alone. 'Cause you could've laughed with your nose and knocked him down.

"That's too much to buy. It was just an easy win because you had an avant-garde, not if you're alone."

"What do you think? I mean, you, when you start fighting, you're blatantly frigid."

"Because that's what you do."

Round out the frigidity and return it to the gentleman when he has graced him. Sorcerers are basic, frivolous things. If you take the clown, the frigidity, the wonder, that doesn't taste good.

But she doesn't mind, she's turning a suspicious half-eye.

"If it comes out in the tale of a brave man, the type who came out on his side but was actually the boss behind it"

"He said you can't take him down if you don't go around. Sure would fit the first frigid guy to come out."

As Mizumi laughed with her shoulders flaunted, she smiled on her face even as Hatsumi was stunned.

"You really can afford it."

Thanks to you.

Are you feeling any better? Hatsumi says as she remembers when she is having an unraveled exchange.

"With that said, you said earlier, have you ever fought a guy like this?

"Well...... He uses similar magic to obscure his physical location. For, they were too similar..."

Mizumi shows a slight glimmer on her face and drops the tone of her voice. It's a bad battle memory. I just remember that, and I think of myself who wasn't impudent.

"Huh. Maybe he's here, isn't he?

"Idiot, that can't be"

"There's an example of Mizumi and me, so it's not something you can deny without a head, is it?

"No, that's not it. There shouldn't be."

Hatsumi is a little muddled by the repeated denials, but he saw the look on Mizuki's face and changed it. No, because his expression on his mouth was rugged and anxiety-driven.

Then Shuiming looks up at the moon and speaks in a cursory manner.

Greed of Ten

"- Ten Fallen Into Demons, Kudrak The Ghosthide. That's the name of the man who handled the magic."

It was a long time ago that I fought the sorcerer. Still, after Heidemarie came to his assistant and got to know Islina - a man who manipulated modern magic, lived in the philosophy of the Order, and was betrayed by that dream he aspired to. A magician who does not hate to harm others and bring mystery to the brightness of the world, but because he becomes rich and no one can stop him, he has been listed in his title and left alone for about half a century.

But because of so much planning, many sorcerers were sent in to crusade, until Mitsumi defeated them.

"I destroyed him. No matter how rich you are, you can't exist if you turn down the roots. Besides, if you lived in my mess, who would call that man over here? Besides, it doesn't make sense for that man to give it to the Demons. I don't know what it is to live and live, but it's a big mistake to say that it's best to go home to you. Such a bastard..."

I don't think he's alive, or just imagining that makes my skin poppy.

Then Hatsumi, who was listening, makes a strangely remarkable statement about where she received it.

"If the Demons destroy them all, they might."

"Please, please don't say any more... 'cause seriously, it's going to be real"

"Are you that strong?

"I'm about a million times stronger than the guy I knocked down right now. Maybe a thousand times. If it's enough to deal with him, it'll still be easier to deal with the Demon Nation and the Demon Nation generals and the Demon King at the top. Ah, gelo, I think I'm gonna throw up."

Is it a dogma or not? Mizumi looks pale and drops her shoulders. To him like that, Hatsumi, who doesn't know the circumstances, tells him with a face that doesn't seem to be a problem at all.

"But you knocked him down, didn't you?

"I could take him down. Only then did the worst enemy in the world take sides. If I hadn't, I'd have been torn apart by phase cutting."

Yes, at that time, it was the man who dreamed. It was the man who pointed to the whereabouts of his dreams, which Mizuming spoke of when he helped Refill.

"... I'm sorry twice. If he were alive, it would destroy humanity and the rest before the demons destroy it."

Hatsumi asks surprisingly what Mitsumi's sword swallows say.

"... Was my little world that dangerous?

"Not at all. Peace to death"

"Then why not?"

"I don't know. I mean, there's a strange balance between peace and danger. I mean, that's just the end of the line. I don't know if it's a separation to innovation or a process to the end, but before we got back, the world was doomed. It's not funny."

Not if you're trying to save the rest of the world.

"I don't care what you say, you're doomed when we're doomed. Where we are, we don't stand like heroes. All we can do is shake and wait at home until the end of the world."

"Aren't you a hero?

"Me? Just kidding. I'm a magician. Besides, there's a decent hero in the world over there, and he's called a legend."

After a sigh that doesn't even seem funny, Shuiming turns the army. With an exact move on the right-hand fool, he turns back to the ruins.

"Whatever it is, I'll let you look into it first."

Is the concern gone and refreshed? Shuiming tries to walk out to the stone making remains of the magic formation. To him like that, Hatsumi goes on in eagle footsteps.

And in the meantime, Hatsumi's eyes accidentally sharpened. At the tip of its gaze, narrowed without alarm, are signs of sagging seepage. Perhaps,

"... Hey Eight Keys"

"It's not over yet."

Shuiming sighs sick and tired of answering Hatsumi's warning. How much further is the investigation going to go? The signs of wandering in the darkness of the woods will undoubtedly be the demons of the remnants.

The Mizumins wait in front of the demons. On the front is a darkness with a pompous mouth open between the black steel trees. In anticipation of coming from there, Hatsumi takes on the knife and Mizumi prepares for the exercise of magic.

Demons who eventually show up. From the darkness, he gradually appeared in unison, again in unison, and when he was surrounded earlier and in nearby numbers, simultaneously struck and raised his killing temper.

"... it's a streak, but are you okay?

"Idiot, he said we won't be late for the miscellaneous fish."

There is no grin on your face to say such a light-hearted word. Mitsumi didn't even think that the story was an arrogant shore, but still, she didn't get alarmed by the look on her face.

And it was a mingle of whether to punch in or shoot in.

Suddenly a shadow falls directly over the demons.

There, there's no time or room for just questioning who, what. Just a voice of suspicion sounds like Hatsumi's "eh?" Momentary shocks erupted from just above the Demons, and the Demons blew up on the ground and on the trees.

Is the shock still excess even if it blows up the surroundings it punched in, or even where there was Mizumi and Hatsumi, where the distance was open, huge pieces of wood and earth are shelled and attacked on the shock wave.

"Hey, what's this?

Hatsumi stood in front of the machete in confusion, and Mizumi weighed the object flying at a murderous rate by magic.

The roar subsided and the dust cleared after him. There, he complained of his ascendancy by poking his fists at the numerous demonic corpses on the stage made by a man who also looked similar to a Japanese costume that had produced a silver horn on his head.

"- That's brittle. Fear runs past the bad jokes about who told you that these below shit featherworms threaten all the raw things that live under the goddess"

Did you throw away the word to the devils at your feet, which you did not make them hear?

Eventually, other demons, who noticed an out of place visitor, attacked him from across to around with a man with a horn. But when he rolled out his back fist so that he could pay off, the Demons scattered each black steel tree behind him, shattered with the aftermath of the winding.

... Shuiming and Hatsumi, who end up looking too overwhelmed.

It was still good for the Demons to blow up. Because it's not like we can't defeat the Demons together. But what rationale is it to involve and crush sturdy black steel trees with only light, yet to the extent of paying off the featherworms?

The gaze of a man with his hands clasped after touching even the dirt accidentally caught Shui Ming.

".................. Huh!

Watermelon's heart jumped on a strong beat. My body gets eagled in awe. Because they showed overwhelming strength? No, it's not strength. The presence of the man, in his gaze.

Without trying, one leg of Mizumino extends into retraction. Reflectively, my feet moved in fright.

There has been no such thing as fear or retreat since we came to the other world.

Hatsumi next door, on the other hand, is unaware of the imminent crisis. You think you're on your side and you're up for judgment, and you're looking at a guy with a silver horn that surprises you.

"To the brave... you know? Are you one of them?

To that question, Shuiming could not answer. An alarm rings in my head, and my inner self tries to escape quickly, and all the other sounds are flying somewhere else.

Instead, Hatsumi came forward and asked the man back.

"Who are you? How do you know about me? Allies?"

"I don't know. It's up to you."

"What do you mean?

Neither the rhetoric of a man in smoke nor the voice of Hatsumi's doubts sounded like Mitsumi.

I just realized what a man was.

"... are you a dragon breed?

Was the slightly trembling question of Shuiming a hit, the man only chuckles and swells at his mouth. Hatsumi, on the other hand, finally realised that Mizumi's expression was changing, or turned his suspicious gaze to him.

"Eight keys...?

"I knew it..."

"You're pretty frightened. You can't have a man so vain in front of his enemies."

"- Ugh! This is the normal reaction!

"But I have nothing to do with the frightened weak. I'm sorry, but you have to disappear."

The man pierced him with a chilled gaze, as he broke Shuiming as boring.

Then he opens his mouth small and breathes in the air.

- Dragon asthma.

When I guessed so, both the tension that bound me and the cowardice that prompted me to tremble had disappeared from Shuiming's body. Only a way to avert that threat even came to his mind.

Hatsumi, unable to anticipate any more tragedies than this, is trying to shelter me or leaves before putting up a knife. Mizuming grabbed her shoulder hard like that.

"Hatsumi! Come here!

"Huh?"

"Behind me! Hurry up! You'll be caught in dragon asthma!

"How dare you... Yikes!?

Forced to pull the bewildered Hatsumi behind him, he sets his hands in front of him and begins chanting.

"- Non amo munus scutum. Omnes impetum invictus Invincibility immobilitas immortalis.Cumque mane surrexissent castle"

(- My shield is not a shield. Still robust in front of any attacker. Unwavering before any artillery fire. Never crushed, immobilized, disk stone. It is a castle decorated with a golden glow that wants to gather the breath of the stars. its name)

A number of golden magic formations unfold to surround the Mizuminos with the appearance of magic. The magic formation at the front spins, and the great magic formation at the foot moves the inner needle to carve seconds. At the end of the chant of Shuiming, which spanned a total of six bars, all the magic formations stabilized on the spot.

"- Firmus! Congrega aurum magnalea!

(- My robustness! Bloody golden fortress!

At the same time that key word was spun, a tinnitus with treble was unleashed from the mouth of a man with horns.

As soon as the oscillating waves spread around, I wondered if the ground had bothered to boil down, the space emitting a brightness of cracks like red lightning. Charged air, vibrating molecules. Everything in the world is converted into scorching heat in a scene that gives the illusion that it was thrown into the midst of a bright red stained plasma bulb.

During the blink, vision stained red, and eventually everything was equally swallowed up by explosions: soil, black steel trees, demonic corpses, and ruins of summons.

Winding roars and scorching whirlwinds can be seen as small flares. A night filled with tranquillity is thrown into a scorching hell in one turn. If you compare the dust explosion caused by Shuiming earlier to dynamite, this one can also be said to be equal to a nuclear explosion.

... Eventually when the flames subsided, the scenery around was changing.

"What... this"

Hatsumi looked at it and still hasn't caught up with the current situation.

If you notice, the woods and ruins that were in the dark were blowing up with the ashes. Speaking of certain things, only the scorched residual soil on one side of the perimeter and the red afterflame remain.

Meanwhile, speaking of a man with a horn, he had his mouth open with pocan unexpectedly for some reason.

I'm gazing at Mizumi in a depressed way for a while. I thought so, and suddenly I started laughing as if it had started to catch fire.

"- Ha ha ha ha!!... Kuku, I didn't know you were going to cut your head off! I always wanted to think it wasn't just something that humans could prevent, but no, no, no, no, no. He was my shallow! Good, good, good.

It was certainly a pleasure to have emitted. When he laughs, he gazes at Shuiming. Even though I had turned my consciousness only to the brave until earlier, I was now not even glancing at her, but merely gazing at Shuiming to admire even the superb sword.

And

"A man in black. You - No, let me correct the word I said to you about the weak. It doesn't matter what happens when a man who comes forward to protect a woman is weak. Besides, you've been unharmed and abusive, so the reason for that tremor isn't just cowardice."

That's what I said. Now a man who strips his fangs and laughs. It's a horrible but fierce grin, like when a hungry beast finally finds its prey. Such delight on the eating side alone digs up the fear of the dragon stained with Mizumin's body.

Next to Mizumi caught in another tremor and chill, Hatsumi Decaya asks the man again.

"Are you..."

"Hmm? Ooh! Right. I totally forgot. For Christ's sake, I can't believe it's in unprecedented prey at the same time as letting go, but the raw things in this world don't sound sarcastic. But..."

That was just a reminder. No, the man is serious, he may have just forgotten the existence of Hatsumi.

"I'm Inru the Dragon Man. Coalition brave Hatsumi, whether you agree or not, will you come with me tonight?"

Under the moon, Dragon Newt's Inru strips the dragon's fangs.

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