I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country

56 – Raid, Irlp! (3)

It seemed to bring a group of cumulonimbus clouds full of rain clouds. The difference is that the clouds she held onto were dark red and blood-red, and everything that appeared as her haze was an anticipation of grinding matter.

Whee Oh Oh Oh!

Wild grasses, leaves, and minute lives were ground into green powder by the mist of the slash.

“Stay tight!”

Kooung!

Battlante moved forward with his sword in front of him as a shield. She weathers the storms of the sword world like the legend of a carp trying to ascend to heaven against the current.

Kaang-! Crack, crack, crack!

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Pee it! Facets!

The lost blood scatters in the air. The smell of blood ran through his whole body. A solid red line was drawn on the skin that touches the anticipation minutely, and recovery was repeated.

“Is it worth it, Marquis?”

“Never mind me, move on!”

We rode right behind Bartlante through the storm of blades. From now on, Bartlante’s sword will defend, and I, who is immune to injuries, sits at the back and endures the remaining attacks.

In that case, Siegharun caught in the middle would be able to reach the front of Illelpi without any visible injuries.

One step, another step. If you steadily approach the center of the mist, what you will see is the sad words of the Illelpi. The center of the sword world that had been pierced with difficulty was as calm as the eye of a storm.

She’s the only one holding her stance with her sword red longsword.

IRLP-style difficulty – Pure Bon Dance.

Her vicious pattern, which forms a storm of anticipation centered on her, shattering everything caught in her wake. However, once manifested, the cloud of the sword does not cover her blood, so Ir Elfi cannot go out of the storm.

‘In other words, now is the opportunity as the space of IrLP is limited!’

At the end of a crisis, an opportunity comes. As long as you get through the crisis well!

That’s what makes a well-made game. There is no such thing as a pattern that is impossible to break. How much more so is the reality in which the degree of freedom is incomparable?

I deliberately jumped in front of IrLP with a confident shout.

“It will hurt a little bit, Irelfi!”

At Younggeori, I put all my strength into Elfi’s armor and cut her fist. Unfortunately, however, the opponent was the Illelpi.

Wedge juice!

A sense of liberation came over me with a rattling sound.

Severely slicing both of his shoulder blades in a physically implausible position and street.

“How long have I been with you, did you really think it would work?”

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Pushuk!

On both sides, blood stained black, not normal blood, soaked the bushes. The black blood gathered itself to form a puddle, bubbling up.

Nethionpis’ enchantment – The Fifth Trumpet.

Thousands of pitch-black worms are conceived from the pool of her blood and aim for Ir Elfi. A swarm of insects made up of countless individuals reminded me of black fog.

“Woo-wook, I’ve heard that, but it’s quite disgusting.”

“I’ve seen it once, but I just can’t get used to it.”

“They’re both noisy. I can’t concentrate!”

Certainly, it was an ability that had already been demonstrated once in the fight against Siegharun, but it didn’t match well. But it wouldn’t be like that for Ir Elfi.

‘As long as Bartlante is nearby, the Holy Memory is nothing more than a sturdy window. There is only one choice!’

Ir Elfi’s next move doesn’t escape her predictions. As she aimed for the ink-colored flies, she raised the tip of her sword and focused on a single point, maintaining her focus until the last minute.

“Rakakwan.”

“Protect Siegharun, Little Duke!!!”

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Puong!

Illelfi’s stabbing was like purifying a hideous black fog. Space is distorted, and insects fall to the ground one by one due to the impact. And most of them succeeded in landing at the feet of the Irelpi due to inertia.

“Explode, bloodworm.”

The moment I shouted with my palms folded, a roar soared in the midst of the storm of anticipation. Intense shockwaves and jet-black flames explode in a chain as if piercing the sky.

Each of the seemingly insignificant insects contained a huge amount of energy. Ir Elfi’s appearance disappeared in the raging fire.

‘Zeegharun was lucky.’

Bloodworms made from witchcraft only respond to physical force. When he fought against Siegharun, he couldn’t use his strength because he responded with spiritism.

It’s an enchantment that works because it was an IrLP with a narrow space and no other options.

“This time, Bartlante! Don’t think it ended with fireworks!”

“Nothing will be over until you get down on your knees!”

A two-way joint attack like a thunderstorm. One side is a point-to-point sword attack, and the other side is a wide-sided blow. Furthermore, a self-made slashing storm blocks the retreat from behind.

Situation of thatched slope. It was the perfect timing for victory that even those of us who knew Ir Elf had no choice but to be vigilant.

At least until a desperate voice is heard.

“Yes, that’s how it should be… Firecrackers… Wouldn’t kill a single rat.”

Suga Ak!

Suddenly, an ominous metallic sound pierced my ears. My gaze instinctively fell down. Exactly the waistline. It was near the pelvis where the solid red line was drawn.

The next change was clear. The world turned upside down, and I lost consciousness with the shock of a concussion.

Reviving in the instant that followed, I saw my upper body falling to the floor and spilling my intestines. At the same time, I screamed out the names of the two people anxiously.

“Small Duke! Siegharun!”

“Don’t go looking for someone else too, Nefi.”

Hook!

The silhouette that came out of the smoke from the explosion was Irlp’s. Someone’s blood was dripping from the black armor that was clearly cracked.

Turning her eyes, shockingly, she was holding a sword-red longsword in each of her hands.

“You might get jealous. You have to concentrate. Just to kill me. You have to keep an eye on it. Don’t you? Isn’t it? Answer me. Nappy!!!”

“Irelp…”

The sword world’s storm gradually loses its vitality and subsides. The field of view that had been obscured by the bon dance of anticipation opened up and brought out the devastated scene into the field of view.

It was then.

Break, buck!

Frost froze from the feet of the Elfie. A chill radiated from the soles of her feet, up her ankles, and then up her calves. Ir Elfi muttered the identity of her phenomenon with her puzzled eyes.

“Sealing Frost?”

Nine out of ten it was Siegharun’s spirit art. Ir Elfi, who turned her head, narrowed her brows. It was because Siegharun and Bartlante were still holding weapons and preparing their posture.

“I like improvisation.”

“This is possible because it’s real.”

Their wounds had completely stopped bleeding. To be precise, it freezes the wound with frost to stop bleeding and also serves as an anesthetic.

However, the wound did not recover, so his expression was not good. Siegharun provokes Irlp with an obvious bluff.

“Don’t crave our marquis for no reason, just focus on this. Even so, in our hometown, there is a tradition in our hometown of adult males being harassed for two years.”

“…I didn’t get kicked because I wasn’t a disgrace.”

It’s a lie. In fact, I was treated as normal as others.

“… The roar of the light spirit.”

Quaaa!

A golden column of heat rays, which reversed the chilly atmosphere, swooped down on the IrLP. I take advantage of that to widen the distance with Irlp.

At the same time, Siegharun and Batlante charged. Perhaps because her feet were bound by her frost, she did not move until the moment her golden pillars lifted.

“Holy Memory.”

An incantation of guardianship. What her blue cube had imprisoned was not herself, but two dolls. While Zeke Harun and Bartlante, who are trapped in her cube, panic, Elfi’s lips come to an end.

“Close.”

The volume of the cube is reduced. The rapidly changing internal air pressure caused the two men’s expressions to turn into pain. More than anything else, if I left alone like this, I would be crushed to death by the shrinking cube.

Although Bartlante wrapped herself in fighting spirit and wielded a sword, her cube did not even go into incontinence. The more they did, the more their embarrassment grew like a river in a heavy rain.

‘Did you put all of your physical strength into Holy Memory!?’

If this happens, I will have to break it from the outside. Allocate morale to physical abilities. Just as she was about to leap forward and strike her fist, Ir Elfi’s black hair fluttered out of her field of vision.

Wedge juice!

Intangible slashes rush in. I thought I was cleverly avoiding it, but I was wrong. Very little time. The slashing was just an act to buy time for the Illelpy to catch up with me perfectly.

‘Are you confident that you can only master the basics by yourself?’

I put most of my stamina and nerves in Holy Memory and block me with basic skills. It was indeed a reasonable and good decision.

Even if someone took the place, she would be able to compete with her with her basic skills. Then why didn’t they put all three of them into the Holy Memory’s cube at once?

‘Because two people are the limit to driving an asymmetric force.’

A very reasonable conclusion. Conversely, the current Erelp is in a forbidden state where only basic skills can be used!

Crisis was an opportunity.

I prayed as I watched the two desperately stop the volume of the cube from shrinking.

‘Hold on for a while. Bartlante, Siegharun!’

He said. Illelpi is a monster that has condensed the irrationality of the world. It is said that even if he meets the first Bartlante and passes, he cannot guarantee victory.

Then what about an IrLP with a handicap like this? Will you still give the same answer? I am now trying to find out the answer.

“Old man, now!!!”

“Neffi?”

Calls my name in response to an unexpected response. But I couldn’t answer her call.

Shaaa…

Scam runs rampant. Regardless of the will, it circulates through the body and stabs. As if warming up, a cool sensation coexisted with a disgusting sensation.

Finally, a wicked idea spoke to me in my head.

[Hmm, this is a pretty good time. You did a good job driving the white girl to this point. I am proud.]

“Then take good care of me for three minutes, old man!”

With those words, my consciousness finally came out into the mental world of Netion Peace. A small space of his own that contains the scenery of the founding of the Eld Empire as it is…

‘Is coming here the last time?’

Battlante Chester. Taiyaki from the 2nd generation Bartlante outside. And Asselin Meoric and Luceon Estern. Their descendants do not remember seeing them yet.

… And Lorian Peyta. The first head of the only family of four dukes who was defeated by treason. She is a beautiful woman with black hair and black eyes, which is rare in the empire. More than anything, the only woman Netionpeace loved… The old man’s wife…

‘By the way… Doesn’t Lorian resemble someone?’

The sense of incongruity rises, but no one comes to mind right away.

‘That’s not what’s important right now.’

Keep away your thoughts and focus on the scenery outside. As if Netionpis’ words that erosion was in progress were true, the light seen from this place was infinitely dim.

I close my eyes and watch the confrontation between the nobility of the country and the ruined people.

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“Netion Peace…”

[Huh, are you recognizing it right away? You have a creepy look that reminds me of Lorian.]

“As much as you… Shouldn’t exist.”

[I agree with you. We don’t have time, so let’s go with full force.]

Netionpeace’s hand touches the earth. The morale that seemed to erupt from the depths of the sea flowed through her fingertips, staining the soil black.

The blackened earth endlessly expanded its territory. It wasn’t an Ir-Elpy to be comfortable with. Starting with two longswords, it rushes like a flash of light.

The only miscalculation she had was that Netionpeace’s witchcraft was not comparable to mine.

[Spells, cartoons.]

The enchantment completed faster than expected. This is followed by a tremor comparable to an earthquake.

Koo Goong, Koo Goong!

Heaps of dirt, sand and rocks rise into the air. The ground fluctuated and was constantly reassembled into something.

Ir Elfi lost her footing and had to jump infinitely. That was her second mistake.

Quaang!!!

“Huh!?”

Ir Elfi, who jumped into her air, was hit by her huge fist and flew away to her garden. In addition, Ir Elfi’s sword was vaporized and disappeared as half of her armor shattered.

A doll of the earth made of enchantment exudes a strong presence like a giant. It’s nothing more than an enchantment that manipulates matter arbitrarily, but isn’t this on a different scale?

Taang!

Irlp’s gestures in black and white stretched out like a panorama. Agile acceleration that she struggles to even perceive.

Her hex giant also boasted her agility, which did not match her size, but it was nothing compared to her.

The moment her giant stretched out her fist, she hid herself in her dust and landed gracefully on top of her fist.

Shrrrating Get a card!

With each step she accelerated, the giant’s body collapsed behind her. With two longswords, he pulverizes the giant’s shoulder blades and reaches the top of her head.

Kwaaak!

Ir Elfi took her head off. Then her giant body trembled, and she sat down like sugar powder and returned to her pile of dirt.

Wave.

Vibration occurs when the sword is swung down. The wave caused by that flowed through the giant’s body, spreading damage.

[What does that mean? It doesn’t even have life.]

He laughed lightly.

This time a tidal wave of her blackened vomit hit her. This time, Irelpi also rushed head-on with honesty. In the first place, the range was vast, so there was no option to detour.

Responding to this, Ir Elfi also left deep scars on the dirt floor. It was an act of fighting with the basic skill of towing the earth with a sword. In fact, tidal waves of vomit eat each other on an almost equal scale.

Kaduk, kadeuk, kkagagagak!

Even if they are of similar size, they cannot win against the tidal wave of vomit imbued with witchcraft. Ir Elfi, who judged that, pierced the dirt wall with his sword.

The whole world turned brown and covered the light. The pattern of Irlp, which is difficult to secure a view, is simple and clear. She spreads her senses, finds the location of Netty on Peace, and rips her limbs with excitement.

“Whoa, whoa… Got it…”

[Did you think you got it?]

“Ugh?!”

At the focal point of the Netion Peace, vitality evaporated in an instant. Soon after, it becomes a complete corpse and even rigor mortem occurs.

Ir Elfi threw herself into a foreboding feeling. Instinctively, there was a netion piece with all its limbs intact.

That’s right, near the cube of Holy Memory!

[Hmm!]

A netion piece that punches out with all its might. Once, twice, three times. Knock on her cube until the fraction of an instant that Ir Elfi reaches.

Damn it! Clink!

The blue and translucent protective powers shatter with a cheerful sound.

“Cool! Cool!”

At that moment, Ir Elfi tripped over her foot and coughed up blood. She had a serious expression on her face that I had never seen before. She raised her head in unbridled sympathy, even though she knew this was not the time.

“That’s… That’s it.”

The second predicament in her previous life. The sense of crisis and joy that she could really die. Complex emotions gathered in IrLP’s eyes, which were dyed blue.

She was clearly smiling. She pulled the corners of her mouth up, just a little, a little bit.

Why the hell? Why are you laughing Could it be that the end of the cursed life is not enough to see death?

I don’t like it. I can’t agree I was evasive to Siegharun, but I don’t like that kind of laughter. I want you to smile only when you are happy to live properly. It is my only desire. It’s bad selfishness for me.

Break, buck!

Illelpy’s feet are frozen. Siegharun’s Sealing Frost. As if her cube had been broken to make room for it, she was barely continuing her elemental art while on her knees.

[I’ll borrow it, kid.]

He grabbed Zeke Harun’s sword. He leaps into the air and unleashes Chester’s sword. Her target is the Ir Elfi whose behavior is sealed. At this rate, she might really lose her life.

It was then.

“One sword star.”

She murmurs softly.

The extreme slash itself becomes a concept of a phenomenon. An offensive that transcends cognition as a creature. It is the final wall, like the symbol of the annihilated.

IRLP style horizontal cutting─

The two longswords merge into one. It compresses the remaining life force to the limit and dyes the blade black and red. The whole body’s morale and anticipation were concentrated to such an extent that her hair turned white again.

A dark red longsword in the crossed right hand. It takes only a moment to wield it!

“Cheonji—”

And facing an unexpected accident was also fleeting.

[Damn it, timeout!]

“What, what!?”

My consciousness unknowingly jumped out of the world of images and faced reality.

I’m trying to perform an unknown swordsmanship in the air with Ir Elf trying to cast Heaven and Earth.

No matter how much a country is, it has no choice but to die to teach heaven and earth. The cracks in the space twisted by the slash would surely turn the body into minced meat and become a guillotine that could not be resurrected.

If that’s the case, then the ruin ending is confirmed. The world perishes. All efforts go in vain. Charles, Mirren, and even the twisted future…!

‘What should I do? What do we do? What do we do? What do we do? What can I do in this situation!’

The accident is accelerated by being driven into an unprecedented predicament. The world turned white and time slowed down. While witnessing the illusion that the world is covered in fire and ashes, he does not stop thinking.

‘How to stop the elf. At least a means of reducing the power to an extreme level. Elf’s weakness. Something that the Irelpi would be hesitant about. What is Eelfi weak to? What is the weak point of the strongest person in the world? What have I seen of IrLP so far? Find, find, there must be an answer in your daily life until now!’

Time passed backwards. Just as the film of a movie is rewinded, the time I spent with IrLP turned into an image and went back.

The prison in the basement. And central square.

The night I slept while holding IrLP. The day I slept with my handcuffs on.

A remarkable afternoon in the wedding dress of LLP. Reunion of the White Sisters.

A banquet where we danced at Duke Peita’s mansion. The day we first started living together.

…And to our starting point, where we met her for the first time in her colossus, and stopped at Citris Village to finish her meal.

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I am.

Maybe.

I might be crazy.

But I know. Only this madness, that I have no hope of walking anymore.

The only weak point of Irelpi that I finally found. Indeed, there is no choice but to bet on ideas like those of a psychopath.

Time accelerates normally again. Her whitened world again illuminates her under her moonlit night. Illuminated the very beautiful Ir-Elpi.

Me too. To reach her truly her,

I decided to go crazy once in a while.

“Go—.”

“Irlpyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!”

Remember. The most appropriate words. My deadly words that will reach her and touch her heartstrings!

My answer calculated on the tanji by taking a bird’s-eye view of my past life and present life.

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Please, please reach out to her.

So I chose.

“The parasite is thirsty!!!???”

“Regi—?”

“What is that crazy Marquis saying!?”

“Marquis Alteon?!”

“Correct answer!!! Host tree woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo!!!”

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─Puff…Whoop…!