Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru!

"Ahhhhhhh!!

- Was the sounding voice a ripped mood or was it the sad cry of a woman who stood up to despair?

Raising an outpouring of enthusiasm on the sword strike to be waved down, Refill flashes vertically on Demon General Rajas and is slashed. The slaughter brings together a crimson demonic wind that emits a red brilliance. The earth, the mountains, the sky. Whatever the size of the thing, whatever its size, had cut off everything so far, but Rajas took it with his arms together, the pitch black he offered like a shield.

The power of the Spirit, who has slaughtered many demons and demons, is bounced with sparks and shocks by the flesh but also by the skins. As I speak with my body that such power, the power given to me by the evil god, and before my body, will not be any itch.

"Khu...... Huh!

"Ha ha!! What's the matter, Norsius swordsman! Are you still about that!!

"Shut up. Yeah!!

He shouts back into the scoffing voice he is exposed to. And rolling out is the May rain of the red slaughter. The fist of Rajas, whose unusual enhancement is applied by most, responds without passing the track when intermittently and severely struck with a sword flash of twist, twist, cut up, tang bamboo, reverse twist, headwind, and variety.

A bundle of red lines mixed with ink pulled black, bouncing towards the outside, such a bump of force. The ground supporting both feet was smashed and scattered with earthen smoke every time swords and fists clashed unbearably against opposing forces, exposed to harsh rewards and fever-pregnated air burned them black.

Refile was disadvantaged. If you compare my strength, both scales lean toward Rajas. You can't stand the pressure. If you take a step back, you'll always pack two steps away, and if you flash your sword ten degrees with a slash, you'll always get eleven shocks back from the other side. Whatever you do, Rajas is one step ahead of himself. Precisely.

Therefore, every time the body has pain. Whenever the sound of tiny shakes around, the power to fight is shredded.

"Ahhh!!

In the midst of being pushed, Rajas takes a decision or takes a huge blow. I could blame it visibly - but my body didn't respond.

Five degrees (every time) before you finish shaking, such as in an attack with such a large gap. Five degrees (most) can afford to be slashed, but not once in a body with a hand wound.

It is finally time to take it, replacing the belly of the full and great sword with a shield, and spoil it for a fistfight that gathers your throats.

To the heavy power that resonates throughout your body, what leaked was either groaning or agony, or both. I'm pressured by the shock, and I retreat a lot.

"Gu, uhh..."

On his knees on the ground and exhaling a rough breath, Rajas says with a gawking grin.

"Kukukuk, this is gonna be a repeat one day."

"... repeat?

"That's right. That's when we attacked your soil."

Resurrect, one day sight. What is recalled in Rajas' words is the day the demons attacked Nosias. One of the abominable memories I will never forget about that time. It was this Rajas who showed up pushing out the miscellaneous soldiers as he fought the demons who attacked infinitely and was slaughtering one. Praised the unique power that the Devil tribe possessed more mightily than any Devil tribe who was on the spot, and blew and thrust without sight, enemies and allies alike, and knelt down, as they did, to its overwhelming power that destroyed everything, yes, even then.

At that time when I could only watch my countrymen murdered unharmed in front of me and gasped at my helplessness. Then he changed time, changed place, fought many times before the King's capital fell, but the result is just repetition. After I fought, I always had myself defeated by Rajas, and someone was bound to sacrifice me so that I could protect myself. My compatriots, my friends, my family. Something important to me, always.

He always tried to shelter himself, who had not been able to help the devil tribe.

"Ugh..."

Rajas hoists the corner of his mouth as he is trapped by memories of coming and leaking groans. As if I knew the translation.

"Don't you? You can't beat me."

I can't win. The word pierces my heart deeply. Undiscretionary words that, when proven, are true, deny everything about themselves. That's like the sound of a loud thunder you can hear from afar right now. It's noisy and confusing whether even Thundercloud is approaching this way. Rajas' voice is the same again. The murmur that makes me stand scratches my mind around.

"Shut up, man..."

"Do you regret it? Being correctly poked at the painful part. - But you ran away. He turned his back on us again and again, despite releasing a great deal of mouth when he protected the people and his companions. You refuse to let it go."

"Shut up..., shut up...! Don't talk any more!

"You want me to shut up? Don't you want to hear so much about your stupidity? My own uncertainty that I did not cleanse. Kuk - Right, nobody wants to see their shameful parts or anything. I don't want to show it. I don't want to be pointed out. All the more so if you know it's a disgrace. But you abandoned what was going to die, didn't you? You must have run off to our own cuteness, huh? You're not?

I wanted to keep my mouth shut. You don't know anything. About themselves, who have killed their hearts and minds more than once in their desires, and about those who have given their desires as a slight request for hope. There, what thoughts might have been intertwined. You don't know anything.

And then Rajas pokes at me to fold it, even if it's not enough to say so much.

"Right. Do you know what happened to all the other humans after you escaped from Nausias?

"What...?

"Your people, your friends, your family. Who put their lives on the line to get you out of here, how the hell did they end up?"

I don't know what you're trying to say. This outsider. An unspeakable fear and a rush springs up in a wild voice that evokes its puzzling content.

Nausea filled with anxiety to climb to its original position. Hold it on your chest and ask to tremble with your eyes closed.

"Hey, what have you done..."

Rajas laughed and laughed with joy from the bottom of his heart at the look of which he had nothing but fear.

"Always took his limbs and twitched him to death! No, we had fun, didn't we? Those who seek to martyr what they believe cry out in pain and fear, and at the end of the day they will curse you with the goddess you believe in. Well, I stopped showing any reaction on the way and got bored, but heck, haha!!

Such a laugh tore my chest apart.

It disappears when it comes to mind, the imagination evoked from Rajas' words. It is nothing more than the appearance of those who have tasted such reprehensible bitterness. How painful was the blame fulfilled, how hard was it, how much despair did you taste? Execution for the sole purpose of pleasure not even torture. The vain eyes of all who die for themselves, stare at this one. The voices of resentment that are supposed to be deafening twist and creep deep into my chest.

"Oh no... Father... everyone..."

"Got it? What happened in your hometown? A blessed end for all you love. Ha ha ha ha!!

"How dare you... well...!!

"Do you regret it!? Coming to your head?!? O swordsman of Nocious!! But this is your sin. It's a legitimate sin for you to escape."

"Uhhhhhh!!

If you are the cause of this, Rajas will be slaughtered by the momentum. [M] It was a sword attack. I don't even have the right muscles. I don't even see my body's equilibrium. Just a silly straight, power-ridden sword flash that was swallowed by anger and confusion and lost sight of the best.

What brings me to it is the fierceness that has now once burned. Anger, resentment. Hate. Burn them all into flames, and turn them into the powerful red brilliance of the Spirit.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"It's soggy!!

But they bounced. The punched fist played the blade surface, and he was told it was still sweet, and denied that it could not be reached. Sword strikes, thoughts, screams.

"Tz!"

But not yet. Anger so bitten that the roots of his teeth swayed away. And it was then that he tried to shake off the spiciness of his mind, imprisoned by that imagination, with another sword strike, that he could not stand it.

"Phew."

In response to a slight voice like a leaking sneer and an illusory exhale, most of what was in Rajas' hand swells abruptly.

- This.

"Ugh... ah..."

It was hopelessness that left no physical force to fall out of.

Rajas' behavior breaks my heart, excited by the temporal anger, as the sight I've seen so many times rushes through like a running lantern. This is that move. Because this demon clan called Rajas is called the Demon General. It is a mighty power not found in the Demon clan. It was the decisive move of this demon clan that swept away the fort without a trace during several battles.

The dark pan swells up like a thick purple solidified, forming a sphere enough to swallow every adult - stable. It was as if it had ceased to move for a moment as if it had been before the storm. It shook up the next moment as if it were a foretaste to be unleashed.

I couldn't get rid of it. Originally, powerful enough to wipe out even the fort and create more ground. It also has a wide range and is not intended to be a mix. When it comes to what you can do about it, only increase the power of the Spirit as much as you can and protect your body.

- And himself, swallowed by the impending waves of darkness.

"Uh-oh!

The surroundings are filled with starched black. The feeling of destroying everything. The feeling of everything being taken away. My five senses were thrust down into the darkness that was similar to the feeling that made me feel like it was all over.

... and in the illusion of doing so for a long time, when I opened my eyes, everything around me had been erased leaving only the exception of myself. The trees, the rocks, the bushes, the remains of the adventurers, the remains of that girl. Everything.

"Ka, ha... ugh..."

I could outdo it. Above and beyond. The only thing left was myself being drastically shredded and blurry. Same as one day. It was a repeat. Seriously, for the strength of the Spirit, he is resistant to the power of the Demon Nation. So survive just yourself. Guilty of the spiciness borne only by those who survived.

"Hmm."

Rajas loosely approaches himself, trapped in the aftermath of the attack, causing his body to tremble into small pieces like cramps.

Though in a hurry for its wide stride, it is not possible to resist in a paralyzed body, and Rajas grabs my hair.

pulled up to hang the body from the top, and.

"What,. Release - Gu Bu!!

I was hit hard in the stomach. An overly heavy blow, carried out from the arms like Marutai's, pierced the protection of the Spirit and the power of the None, causing him to be annoyed with intense pain.

"We're still going."

And as his mouth hung with joy, the rambling began. Many times, many times, constantly. It's like a liaison scheme that can only behave the same way. It's like forcing the castle gate open with a broken castle hammer. The fist of the rock hits the body intermittently. The agony that leaks every time. Instead of crying, I can only exhale the breath of suffering.

"but - Ha, ho, ho..."

Finally, punch the contents of your belly. And his own body was thrown to the ground like debris.

"Ah, ah..."

Tumble, crawl, open your mouth like you want air, drool, like a potato worm or something. No, less than that.

Ouch. It hurt. Above all, yes, the mind. Physically, mentally. I'm too exposed to Rajas' blame for changing hands and twitching and shaving my heart, I can't move, I can't help myself. I can't think of anything. I want to throw everything out already.

Even though his own heart is so much already, Rajas still blames me on this.

"That's unusual."

"Ugh..."

"With all that exposure, you were able to respond to whoever you wanted to protect?

An inquiry that just flies me to ask myself, trying to stand up to support my sword. That's what I'm saying to you to think about it now, but I don't even have to think about it. There's no point in thinking. 'Cause yes...

"Were you able to help both of them?

I already know that.

"Can we change this ending now that we're back?

Because I know. So...

"Don't you? You can't protect anything. As who?"

- No more, don't say...

"Ugh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

Yes, everything Rajas is right. It's not just my hometown compatriots. The men of the merchant army could not defend themselves either. I said I could go back to that one day, and I ended up repeating myself. Those screams and tears are things I can't stop.

That's why I can't beat this demon clan. Yes, never.

"Ahh."

It was hard. More than pain, there was no temporary borrowing of the facts that were poked out. The spiciness of being told that nothing can be done.

So those words, they stopped.

"Admit it. No, you've already begun to admit it, haven't you? I wonder how worthless you were yourself."

Something worthless. Something that deserves nothing. That was the moment when they denied everything they had.

Remove the support and the sword you were holding, and your knee collapses without strength. Arm to throw unconstructively. Strong stretched shoulders. You look like a girl. Already, the power and energy to hold the sword had disappeared from the body.

- Did you break it?

A peek of joy conclusively passes through.

That's right. It's already broken. Rajas is right, I'm not willing to fight anymore. Lost. Everything important, pride, everything has been taken away from me. You can do whatever you want.

"Well, you don't deserve me to kill you anymore. It suits you to be killed like everyone you loved."

With that word, I see Rajas sending a signal to his men. Then a few of the demons, protected by dark forces that did not accept the power of Rajas, immediately responded to it.

From the tip of the distortion melting gaze looms the messed up demons. Trying to kill myself for no longer being able to move. After me.

Still clearly visible are nails that would prune their own lives. Hard looks. Lowly laughter. A starch of eyes with nothing but malice. It's all in the middle of a slow time.

"Ah......"

Spilled is such a voice.

............... why. How can it end like this? Do you have to be deprived of something important, painted with humiliation, and yet at its end, not just lost, but even twisted down to your heart?

I've tried to live right so far, and I should have lived right. And yet, that shouldn't have happened. How could it not have been? How can that lead to such a miserable end?

Then fulfill hope. Who the hell made the word? What word did you make it for? There's nothing like that in this world.

It's useless to ask. It's just pointless. In the end, it is nothing but a cruel bluff to bring people to a deeper and more desperate naught. How foolish I have ever been to believe it to be a certainty.

Overflowing with tears are such unstoppable thoughts that curse our misfortune, a world that has made misfortune strong. And...

"Somebody, help me..."

Out with his mouth was the desire of such a girl to emit. Do you still wish for salvation after this? There can't be such a convenient thing in this world. Never. Yeah, it's never supposed to be...

To the impending death, its mingling that tried to close its eyes, the thunderous roar of noise in the sky, how it rushed through its sight.

His vision is blocked by the running of blue light, and everything is buried in a white glow. All the demons that came upon us, the skies that were closed to the darkness, the earth that was blown away and further ground by everything, Rajas, all went into its white.

When the roar and dazzling luminescence subsided, the demon clan that was about to strike had disappeared without a trace left in front of it.

Move your frigid eyes. When the focus was finally set, the hot grief that was blocking my sight if I noticed it was gently wiped.

And there's...

"Who are you?

Buckwheat and black flick. In front of me, it was certainly his own seer who was there. I've never seen a calm, funny black suit before, and the boy...

- That moment, when the dazzling white light that just scorched my eyes tried to fill my vision, I closed my eyes for a moment and survived the phenomenon of remnants, may have been an act that was known but therefore half inevitable.

Predicting the extinction of light, quietly and interestingly, opens the closed eye lid.

And I let the wrath roll quietly, just as I was shuddered, just fed up, by the tragedy that prevailed in front of me.

- Oh, is there vice here, too? Who foolishly mourns the figure of the living clean, and steps upon him wet in mourning and tears, and lets him fall into despair and sorrow, yet he shall not be ashamed to call it no.

Those who have lived in a direction that seeks righteousness, those who are glad to leap up their wounds, and relentlessly seize the pride that their raw creatures have accumulated.

pathetic and never to be forgiven for not knowing the dignity created by those who have rushed through for someone.

Yes, there is a totalization of malice that deprives everyone in the name of happiness of the slightest hope they desire.

If there is a surplus of light, it passes through the chisel hissing in a relaxed stride (...) and walks in front of the girl.

Wetting those eyes out of the light is a large tear that constantly overflows. Such endless rain was an outpouring of thoughts. Finger the flow. Now it's time. Tears. I told you to disappear, just now. Red swollen face in the eye area. Body that became blurry. That look, which is also painful to see, is probably because it hurt me scatterly. Small, I say sorry I'm late.

"Ahh."

A fine voice is something that leaked out of my chest that I still can't even think of. It whispers like exhalation, and it is nothing but a pale and pale whisper before the heart breaks.

A girl who has ever mourned and suffered, who continues to blame herself, and who, finally, could not forgive herself. Why should she, the kind girl, be seen like this? Who did you try to make the girl who lived in pure poverty more than anyone else and whose righteousness was ideal, in such an unsaved end, its end? Why should the world push all such people to the bottom of misfortune?

"Oh -"

- Remember, teardropper. In this world, there is no rain of sorrow that cannot be paid for.

- Remember, you who carry suffering. In this world, there is no flame of pain that cannot be removed.

- Don't forget, you drunk on vice. That there's no place like you around the outside world that's just a side to it.

- Who are you?

"Sorcerer, Mitsumi Hachi"

Now the modern magician himself proves it without fail.

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