The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Air before the battle. Tension stabbing the skin and the agony that death is nearby.

Breathe loudly and vomit as the adventurers gather to be illuminated by the lights of the warming fire. Such air wraps around my skin.

The area around my chest hurts tightly. Like being tickled and stabbed with a small needle, like being tightened.

See the adventurers around you. All the youths in their late teens. Some of them are adventurers like younger children. That's not unusual.

But apparently, the participants around me may be new to large-scale combat - or unfamiliar with it. Think so, breathe heavily again, and vomit.

We're going to fight. With goblins. With many adventurers. Fight many goblins. Kill each other.

Some are reassured that there are many companions, while others fear many goblins. You must have joined because you were young and bloody, but you must be scared just before the operation.

Looks like he's looking at his old self, and he looks at the edge of Ermenhilde in his pocket.

"What's up?

"I'm nervous"

Is that what you call grandeur?

I'm used to fighting goblins. I fought many times. I killed many. In the plains, in the caves, in the woods, all over the city.

Because there's no reason not to be afraid. Especially since we're going to fight together - that tension is spreading to me, too, in a situation where my people who should keep their backs are nervous.

Looking up at the sky, the brilliant sun will soon rise to Jomtien. Operation decision is only a few minutes away.

The number of participants is about fifty adventurers like me who can only make melee fights. Around thirty magicians and archers. We're about a kilometer south of Orphan, the magic city.

It's hard for goblins to do direct harm to orphans here, and we can see the movement of goblins from orphan walls. I'm supposed to let you know with wolf smoke if there's any movement.

And the goblins...

"Wonderful view, wonderful view"

"Where? Disgusting. '

At the end of his gaze, in the middle of an open meadow, a group of earthy goblins are clumped together. As far as distance is concerned, it could be about a kilometer away. The distance is so wide that I can't confirm it without narrowing my eyes.

Now they will be devouring oak and wildlife meat scattered from the morning to that area. It's just like one organism, and it even makes me feel disgusted. Around not trying to take it home to its residence, even with all that intelligence, it's still wild, I think.

That number, more than two hundred. Probably close to two hundred and fifty. This is about eighty people, so there are three norms per person.

How dare you? Well, I think it's such a gathering.

And at the same time, I feel like something's moving behind me.

Goblins have the habit of flocking, but the numbers so far come together and they don't act. Simply, if the number increases, it may be powerful. However, if the number increases, we will need a commander (head).

If you're an adventurer used to goblins, you'll notice. To the anomaly where as many as two hundred and fifty goblins gather.

"I feel like I've been in a lot of trouble lately."

About three months ago, a Horn Ghost (Auga) suddenly appeared in a rural village. About two weeks ago, black oak using demon god flames.

This time, it's a population of over two hundred goblins. All I can say is it's a hassle. And I can't help it because I'm involved with that trouble from myself.

Why are Soichi and Ami here? I think so, and I turn my gaze to the corner where the magicians are gathered.

Seven students have participated from the Albana School of Magic. Soichi and Ami, and also confirmed the appearance of Miss Francesca. Earlier, Soichi and Ami took the lead and the students of the Albana School of Magic joined us.

The two of them were used to this, and they felt grand or somewhere to spare. Though the other five were nervous enough to see beside them. You aristocratic little lady, I guess I've never been in such a big fight before.

It was a battle on a scale not uncommon when the demon gods were alive, but it was the adventurers and knights who made the battle productive. I wonder how noble students were protected by their parents.

By the way, I didn't say hi. He's not supposed to be aware of me.

If you let Elmen Hilde tell you, it seems I'm a bad person. I am conscious.

"Are you all right?

"Oh, yeah. Yes."

Speak up to the pale-faced adventurer next door.

When I was a year, was I in my mid-teens? Looks the same age as Soichi. Well, Soichi just looks younger than her childhood face or her age.

Become a beautiful young man this past year. I remember being a little taller than I had seen before but a little lower than the guys my age.

I'll tease you later.

You've always said you wanted to be manly, but you've been a neutral face in the past year. She had always looked like she called herself cute, but she was polished to the sole.

Ami's was grand and seemed more manly than Soichi's. He walked at the head of a magic school student with Soichi, straightening his chest and looking straight ahead.

The gaze that makes you feel powerful and hard-willed remains the same. Elmen Hilde and I haven't changed, enough to whine at the same time.

Adventurers my age with such Zoichi and others. I guess I've never had a massive fight like this before, I'm nervous and I'm going to throw up even now.

"Don't worry. A sorcerer punches magic into that group, and we hunt for leaks. Easy job."

"... I know. But..."

Still scared, I guess.

I remember how it used to be for me and us. Remove the medal (Ermenhilde) from your pocket as you feel nostalgic.

"Hey, boy. What's your name?"

"Uh... Rob. Robelliano."

"That's a good name, Robelliano. Rob. And you guys are freaking out. Look at this guy."

That said, pin the Ermenhilde, and play it with your fingers.

And grab a medal that circles with a circle.

"Table."

When you open your palm, table as declared.

That's not all. Again, play the medal with your fingers. Grab it with your hands.

"Table."

Repeat.

Over and over again. As many times as you want, keep coming up with a table.

That's how I cheat. It's a squid, a voice goes up.

So now, let the people around you choose between a surface or a back, and then play with your fingers. Respond to ambient requests and keep tabulating and backing out.

As I've shown Miss Francesca before, I'm just identifying one of the tables and the back and grabbing the medal, but this is surprisingly unnoticed.

"Next is the table."

"Whoa, I hope you get out"

Play the medal (Ermenhilde). The eyes that came out are the table.

Cheers up.

"You guys are in luck. That's all they keep putting on the back of their medals."

The cheer stops. Quiet back.

"So I'm fine. You guys don't die. Survive."

Serve Elmen Hilde in your pocket.

The trick is over. There is no more fear in the eyes of the adventurers who had a blue face.

That's fine. I don't know what I can do right now. This level of "trick” is the limit.

"Don't freak out when you're goblin ', okay? Think of surviving rather than killing Goblins. Protect the backs of the people around you. That way, no one can go home without dying."

"That's a lot of rap."

Respond with a shoulder to the voice of Elmenhilde who seems happy somewhere.

Nothing, I'm not thinking of anything special. I just don't want anyone to die.

I don't know his name. Just shoulder to shoulder today and fight on the same battlefield. There have been many such people since they came to this other world. And so are the people who died.

So I don't want you to die. The demon god was crusaded. From now on, the world will be at peace. And yet I don't want you to die in such a nasty battle.

It would be natural to think so. And if there's anything I can do, if there's a way I can get rid of my anxiety, if there's even one way to lower my chances of dying, I want to do something. I don't want to leave you doing nothing.

"You just have to do what's natural. That way, everyone around us can help. Humans are weak by themselves."

Young adventurers reply to the words addressed to Ermenhilde.

The thing is a little funny, and I loosen my mouth.

"Range"

Since the gaze is gathering, there is no reason to reply, but to respond by gently stroking the edge (the hoof) of Ermenhilde in his pocket.

'.................. that's fine. Stay put forever.'

What the hell, man?

Exhale one as you look at the vibrant young adventurers.

If it's all right as it is, it's all right as it is. Relax, relax, slowly, and enjoy life in different worlds.

Looking up at the sky, the sun tells us that it is time for the operation to begin.

Will Soichi and the others be okay?

I think so for a moment and switch my thoughts. Both Soichi and Ami are stronger than me. I'm more of a worried side than I am.

Let's do what needs to be done. To end this battle a little faster.

Soichi et al., so that the kids don't have to fight much.

At the start of the battle, the battle was on.

A simultaneous attack by an adventurer mage and a mage from the School of Magic. A few people, such as humans, are likely to swallow fireballs or even ice arrows that seem to pierce an oak giant. Bullets of air compressed enough to see distortion of the atmosphere.

That knocked me into a bunch of goblins at the same time. An explosion, a blood splash, a deafening scream reaching my ear.

That signals the opening of the war. Dozens of goblins die in the first attack, and the rest of them recognize us as enemies.

He approached us as he raised his voice. Second shot there. Now the shooters will rain arrows. That puts dozens more goblins on the ground. The third shot is another sorcery attack by the sorcerers. - It was supposed to be.

There is still a distance between the Goblins and us. But the third shot doesn't start.

"What?

The adventurers around them also turn their gaze in the direction of the sorcerers and archers gathering to see if anything has happened.

But there are too many people to see very well.

Even as we do this, the goblins are approaching. There are more approaching positions here than there are. There will still be nearly 200 of them.

Getting closer step by step. If I do that, my hurry starts to rise from around me.

"Something's happened."

"- So I hate the work of crusading demons."

Will Soichi and Ami be okay?

Ask yourself, but there is no answer. Right now, just, nothing - let's just hope the operation was just flawed.

'Coming. I don't want any more magic or bow cover. "

"I know."

Pull out the iron knife and turn the kurli in your hand.

I'm going to rely on the God-killing weapon (Ermenhilde) when it comes to rioting, so that's it. I'm not having trouble with the money - but I still want to use my most trusted partner in a big fight.

While I'm thinking about it like that, I get close enough to be able to confirm the look on Goblin's face. Slightly lower your hips and put your strength into the hand holding the knife.

At the same time, west - from me, explosion from the left. It would be flaming magic. Turning his gaze, the black smoke is rising.

I rush back to Orphan for an unexpected impact. If anything goes wrong, there is no wolf smoke that should go up...

"Shit."

"They're coming."

Face the voice of Ermenhilde, avoid the first blow of goblin you've stuck in, and stick a knife up your throat.

Keep it up, take that long sword blow that was looming from behind with that goblin as a shield. Blood splashes wet my face.

And pushed by the goblin pressure that was coming later, lagging behind. It gets swallowed up in a brawl.

There is no sign of the young adventurer who was next door. Was he swallowed up by a brawl, just like me, or crushed by a wave of goblins? I can't afford to worry about that.

Ignore me, go through both sides, catch one of the goblins moving forward, rip his neck off.

About two hundred. Simply quadruple the power difference. No matter how many opponents are goblins, meeting from the front doesn't make it a battle.

"Ermenhilde."

Name calling, but the emerald magic that manifests itself is terribly weak.

Tongue and grip a long sword created with magic. The full body is a completely different silver color than the emerald color. Almost no different from an iron sword. Light, durable and well-cut. That's just the weapon. Deliver the iron knife to the sheath and hold the long sword with both hands.

Flash that long sword and tear the torso of the goblin that was approaching the front. | My legs stop and my intestines (halibut) overflow. But it's an instant, and it's crushed by subsequent goblins.

This is why I hate brawling. Wave an even longer sword, spitting hate words instead of tongues inside.

Besides, the cross-world correction of the flesh is also terribly weak. Is there only one of the seven constraints that has been liberated?

"Amida's okay!?

"More than that, worry about yourself"

The momentum of the assault is weakened and surrounded.

... no joke, no one around. In that situation, a cold sweat flows down my spine.

Expect someone to be fighting for the sound of a sword trident that sounds from around them. Unfortunately, the first assault didn't seem to wipe it out.

"Fuck you."

Poison.

I don't know how many are behind me, but there are three goblins in front of me.

But faster than those three jump, the explosion. And scream.

Not Goblin's tall, deaf voice. Wild, beastly, monstrous screaming. The explosion sounded again.

――――

"You think it's an orga?

At the same time, shake up the battle axe and cut off one goblin that flew up.

It's not something that had alarm and gaps.

In that moment, turn your gaze only to the Lord of the earlier screams - the Horn Ghost (Auga), which is about five meters long.

There was no head with a single angle specific to the orga, and it was about to collapse with a knee poke.

"Two shots of an orga? Don't do Ami either. '

"Still bullshit."

Listening to Hermenhilde's voice as he restrains the goblin.

If you're dealing with an august bucket of stuff, I can't laugh because five of my cheat constraints have to be released (cleared), but only two shots of witchcraft are needed over there.

I think I should have asked the goddess if I wanted to use magic too because I would be summoned to a different world around the corner.

In the meantime, I'm relieved to be able to confirm Ami's safety. A magician who can sink an orga in two shots, at least on this occasion, is about Ami. Unless the students of the School of Magic have Amish geniuses, it's hard to find a magician with the cheet-like magic of a goddess.

"I wish I could have asked you to use magic or something."

…………

Approaching Goblin with a short sword, he pulls out an iron knife with his left hand and pierces it into his stomach.

That blow stops Goblin from moving and takes the blow he has slashed from behind, aiming for his surprise, with a silver sword. He retreats and falls ill after being stuck with something.

I try to cushion something of it and fall, grab the sword and stick it up against my chest like a stick.

How many would you have done with this? At the same time that I think about it, I feel null on my left hand. I thought it was goblin blood, but no.

When I looked next door, people's bodies were lying. It must have been this boy who was there earlier. It's a familiar face. We talked earlier - sure, Rob.

"Range"

"I know."

He tried to get up. Flashed a goblin aimed at me. Double break the torso.

Cheats (different world corrections) are more effective. Increases the sharpness of the God-killing weapon (Ermenhilde). A jade pattern runs over the silver filet.

"That's two. Fuck off."

Fuck off, and squeal inside again.

If you don't involve someone, if you don't sacrifice someone... I can't fight.

The fact is, it's just heavy. Constraints are freed (cleared) by 'Death of Companions'.

Point your gaze at the surrounding goblins. Be on your guard or let the numbers attack you... not at the moment.

"It's still weird"

"Am I?"

"Auga is defeated, and this is all my people are killed. Still no fear of goblins."

Flashing a silver sword, slashing Goblin's neck off. Unlike before, he chops to the bone without resistance, and also chops and rips off skin protective equipment.

That's all from the start - no, if I had been able to completely release (clear) the constraints, would that boy not have had to die?

That's what I think, exhale. Extra thought. Now I just wave my sword to survive. Other than that, it's only a clutter.

Point your gaze at the goblins that were surrounding you. For some reason, Goblin, who was not frightened when Auga was defeated, takes a step back.

"-Ruhh!!

No moulds, nothing, just a blow to shake it down rampantly.

Crush the long sword you tried to prevent, hang it from shoulder to side and break it both ways.

Beat the goblin from his defenseless back with a silver sword pattern, relying solely on an inquiry. The feeling of bone crushing. Meat warmth. Visceral pulsations. That passes to my arm and I'm not feeling well.

Looking back, stick the iron knife in your left hand against your forehead.

More goblins fly from behind. Looking back - I was struck down by a tree arrow before waving my sword.

"Are you all right!?

"Oh, my God"

Covering me was every elf.

The shooting crew should have gathered somewhere else... but this is all the commotion. Is the operation the same as it was disintegrated?

"How did we lose cover from the third shot?

"Suddenly orcs and orgasms were summoned. The brave are dealing with the devil clan"

"The Demons? Why the devil clan... '

"He's the one who collected the goblins."

"That's what he said. He said it was to lure the brave men out."

It's a very poor operation.

If you can summon demons, they would be intermediate or advanced demons. But the head doesn't look good.

If you want to defeat the brave, you can't go goblins or orgasms. If Soichi can't win, we have to bring in a big guy that seems like it. For example - like the Demon King.

The moment I thought so, an oversized demon square was engraved on this area of the ground.

Looking down - Scarlet magic is Ami's color. The magic formations knitted in sole are brilliant.

"What!?

"It's hard to apply or subtract, really."

"What!?

My neighbor's elf is in a rare hurry.

The power of a hero. Magic of the Great Magic Instructor. If I had used it from the beginning, there would have been no sacrifice.

But then the adventurers only made a small amount of money. Perhaps the guild would have told us not to do much handouts, neither from the School of Magic.

But as a result, many sacrifices were made. That boy and - Rob, he's dead.

"Range"

"I know."

At the next moment, the roots of a tree with sharp cuttings popped out of the ground and skewered without leaving any goblins overflowing around.

Feet the roots of the trees protruding from the ground, chest, arms, head. Die through various places.

Really, he's not even a goblin. Desperately killing each other in just a flash.

This is God Killing. The power of a hero. - Cheats given by the goddess (otherworldly correction). Jealously, powerful.

I don't have it. The power that keeps many people alive.

Cheers come from various places. There seems to be a lot of survival.... I think it was good.

"Later is the Demon Clan"

"Right."

Well, if Soichi is there, you'll be fine.

Turn your feet to where the magicians should have been waiting while you bare the goblin objects that were skewered.

Somehow, an elf follows me.

"What?

"Where are you going?

"... I thought I'd take a look at the Demon Clan."

There will be nothing more we can do.

Still, I wanted to see it through. The end of this battle. The Devil's Face.

Demons. Intelligent demons, living in the Arbenelm continent. Solve human words, beings even said to be smarter than humans.

They will never come out of the continent where the demons live without so much. When he previously appeared on the continent of Imnesia, he halved the king's capital. When we were summoned, he said the purpose was to crush hope on the human side.

But this time? Brave man. He says it's to lure Soichi out, but what do we do about luring him out? Just a demon tribe summons even demon kings? That's practically impossible.

Then.

"I see."

In addition, demons are summoned. A space of nothing sways, has contours, the colours appear, and forms into one shape.

Auga. Black, auga. A sole that is more than once larger than a regular orga is summoned.

The aug looked familiar. Rather than being familiar, he recently crusaded a demon with a similar feeling. - Black oak. Learn to feel similar to you.

No eyes on the pierced goblin, running out. The fist of a black orga swung up.

Its shoulders are blown away by magic, but intact. Is your skin stiff or resistant to witchcraft? The former would be a pain in the ass for me. Think as you run.

"Ermenhilde"

"Oh."

"I need your help."

"... delighted, yes. Master."

So where the hell do you remember those words?

Return the silver sword to the magic of emerald as you draw your cheeks to its salutation. And - in your hand, hold the jade sword.

In a jade hue, a golden pattern. Soon the sight of the elf that had accompanied him turns to that sword.

"You..."

"What? It's just a sword everywhere."

"Can a weapon like mine be found anywhere?"

"It's not a sword - it's not just a weapon. A partner."

…………

Run. Even faster than earlier.

Auga's fist is swung down. Faster than it can be tapped to the ground, throwing a jade sword. Stab him in the flank.

Do you have pain, screaming goes up? The sight of Auga's, Soichi's, the Demons', Ami's, who was now just about to be crushed by Auga, and the adventurers who were surrounding him, turns to me when I threw the sword.

"Shy."

'... a few more thoughtful words. Not at all.'

But now...

"Now the constraint is five liberations."

I can fight.