The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

A monster is a forest.

I don't know who mentioned it, but as common sense in this world, or wrong knowledge, there is such a thing.

By the way, that's what we thought when we first came to this other world.

Meadows slightly off the streets. Forest of thinner darkness than meadows.

I was one of those guys who was good at the game when I said that it had a higher encount rate.

Actually, that's not true.

Indeed, there are monsters in the woods. I do, but the meadows are actually more troublesome than the woods.

Especially a goblin that could be described as the epitome of a demon (monster), a woman with honey-colored hair she met in the guild would be looking for.

They flock. That acts in herds as much as they say they will never act alone anymore.

Three at least. Act in a dozen herds, if at all.

A cave could handle it without being surrounded.

But in the meadows, they will be surrounded by their numbers and attacked from the blind spot.

Does that woman know anything about that neighborhood?

"You're the same, you're a loser."

"It's true... it won't stop being a sentence"

I can't deny it, so I agree.

How many times has this worked for free?

You're in trouble for money, and you're always doing things that don't make it money.

So when it comes to being trusted by the surroundings, it's a delicate place.

Whatever you say, the adventurer's floral form is a demonic crusade. For an adventurer who does not fight, only a corresponding gaze can be directed.

Especially since I only make less dangerous requests like herb collection.

Because I can live with it enough.

I won't risk it.

Otherwise, it won't survive. Especially since I'm the weakest of those thirteen.

"Huh."

Don't exhale, you're making me sad this way.

I didn't get a rescue request, or someone asked me to.

Then my actions will not be rewarded, they will work for free.

I also know that sighing makes me want to throw up. I know, but I want you to give me a break.

Wouldn't it be great to help people? If I could, I'd like a reward.

If I could help that woman, I'd talk to her about it.

This is not a saint prince. I don't live by eating Xia.

I need money to live. To eat rice, to take an inn, to gear up.

... Truth is, I worked for free in my heroic years.

Good intentions may be for people, but they are not for themselves.

It is a crying reality.

"Oh. Range, at your feet."

A rare, cursed medal (Ermenhilde) raises an excited voice.

As the voice told me, one copper coin had fallen when I turned my gaze to my feet.

In this world, the value rises in the order of copper, gold, and silver coins.

Normally you'd think the value of gold coins and silver coins might be the opposite, but you can't grant magic to gold coins, and most importantly, they're heavy.

Silver coins are also heavy, but this one can grant magic, and most importantly it has special effects on ghosts (ghosts) and the undead (undead).

Lost ability to regenerate, ashed, or buddha.

That makes the value of gold and silver reversed, unlike normal fantasies in this world.

Thinking about it, how heavy was fantasy gold armor, etc. when it was real?

I'd like to try gearing up for once. Though it seems too heavy to move.

And well, aside from that, pick up the copper coin that was falling.

"Big deal."

"Now you can buy two pieces of bread."

I can't believe you don't have to worry about dinner tonight.

By the way, a piece of copper can buy two small pieces of bread or a piece of dried meat.

If you're having a little good lunch at a slightly smaller restaurant, you can consider about twenty copper coins to be the market.

Phew, and singing a nose song, he goes on the meadow with his lighter legs.

Hey, you're gonna help people. Yeah.

"... oh, I think I'm gonna cry a little"

"Can you cry with that body?

"Shut up.... I can't believe such a poor life is soaking up to the core of my body"

Something was depressing.

Maybe I couldn't stand the fact that high pride in vain made me happy to pick up the change.

Sometimes I decide to leave it alone.

Even with all this depression, I can't save you anymore around being happy to find the coins that are falling.

And since Elmen Hilde finds change better than I do, there's really nothing I can do.

As he walked with his thumb playing the copper coin he had picked up, the sound of a sword trident reached his ear slightly.

"I knew..."

Exhale one sigh.

How can a young child be impotent?

Turn your gaze, but you don't see a woman. At the end of the gaze, a large rock about three metres that had been marked from the village.

Thought you'd go ahead with a prominent spot as your goal, but apparently clams.

Maybe the woman, on the other side of the rock.

It is not too late to approach the rock for a small run to see what is going on.

The first thing I put in my sight was a woman with honey-colored hair that I had earlier.

My clothes are torn, but I want to make sure they're safe. Exhale.

And her relative, earthy skin, demonic (monster) goblins only as tall as her senior year.

In hand are long swords, battle axes, and hammers that can be said to be disproportionate in height that would have been taken from the adventurer who killed them.

My nose is big and expensive for my face. The ears are big, and if you put both ears together, wouldn't they have as much area as the face?

Goblin feels like he's in a great position to be more aesthetically shaped with a higher nose.

I fought a few times. It's just my subjectivity.

The goblins hunt down women with one hand gently wielding each (every) gain.

"Hmm. Are you still safe?"

"Oh, back to normal."

"Shut up. I'll kill you."

"Yes, sir."

While listening to the curse, observe a woman crossing swords with multiple goblins.

It shouldn't be that long since we started fighting.

I didn't have a weapon then, but now I'm in possession of a short sword that looks good there.

I just told you after you broke up with me you got your weapon at the weapons store and went hunting.

Probably enough or there.

Even so, the woman breathes on her shoulders and holds a short sword with both hands that's not that heavy.

There are five goblins, all of whom are relative at their leisure.

The opponent is higher in numbers and in technology. If you surround and attack, even intermediate adventurers can be unconscious.

If you're a beginner, you'll be punished for attacking all at once. But I don't force it, waiting for my prey to weaken and be unable to move.

This is where the monster is troublesome. Intelligence that you try to fight in a favorable situation.

This time, take advantage of the number difference to weaken the target.

This is an open meadow, so attacks from behind or from the sides that, if surrounded, are blind spots consume a lot of concentration and strength, even if prevented.

Relatively in caves and such, if you do poorly, sometimes you even set a trap.

Ambushes, pitfalls, all sorts of things. So intelligent by then.

Especially the human demon (monster).

"You don't look like much."

"I know."

At the end of his gaze, a woman is cornered.

I can't stop at once because the goblins are playing with her.

If one prey, and the battle is an amateur, it's no surprise that an abusive preference appears.

Well, it's like I made it thanks to that.

Because I know that's a miracle that amateurs have enough for five goblins.

I think so, take the medal out of my pocket and grip it in my left hand.

"Help me, Hermen Hilde"

Copy that, my lord.

The atmosphere that was causing me to curse earlier disappears.

The fight is serious. The opponent is understated, but the margin and alarm are different.

I know that human life disappears easily with one small alarm.

On your left, the warmth lights up. The magic of the source of cheats (Ermenhilde) takes shape.

A swing of a knife. Five daggers.

There are no decorations. It's a boneless, pragmatic weapon.

Confirm the weapon and put the medal in your pocket.

The knife is held in your left hand and the dagger fastens to the belt where your trousers are fastened.

"Really, if you were here, you wouldn't have to buy weapons."

'Cause you're using it the wrong way, absolutely'

He said, "I know."

I'm "God Killer," and you're "God Killer's Weapon." You'll never forget that.

At the same time you say that, you jump out of the shadow of a rock and throw a dagger.

You can't even recognize me when I pop up, Goblin, who gets his head pierced by that dagger and dies. Red blood pollutes the meadows.

Place another dagger and throw. Retain one. Now two.

When you get there, you'll notice an intruder named me, and you'll be alert.

Throw another dagger, but this one got slapped down with a long sword.

I just wanted to get rid of all the daggers... but here's the thing.

The world isn't that sweet.

"Ah."

Women raise their voices of relief but ignore them.

One-on-three. Still unfavourable in numbers.

I am confident that I am winning in skill, but I can be unconscious when surrounded.

Replace the knife with your right hand and hold the dagger in your left hand.

Duplicitous. But unfortunately, I'm right-handed.

"Shah!"

Take a long sword blow with a dagger.

I don't have the skill to just deviate, my left arm is paralyzed but I rip my throat with a knife to give back.

The sharpness of the knife created by Ermenhilde is amazing and I don't feel any resistance.

Returning blood stains the clothes and hangs them on the cheeks. I feel disgusted with my face.

In the gap where one is finished, the other two come packing the time simultaneously from left to right.

On the other hand, throw a dagger in your left hand.

Instead of aiming or nothing with a paralyzed arm, the blade isn't even right for it.

But still, my leg stops for a moment playing the dagger with what I had.

Left and right simultaneous collaboration is disrupted.

In that moment, we head to the other one that's stuck here.

Hammers to be shaken up. I cut the pattern with a knife, faster than it could be shaken down.

The structure of the goblin that was erected with both hands will be disrupted and the hammer will no longer form as a weapon.

You didn't think they'd slash the iron pattern, stop moving like a goblin messed me up in front of you.

In that moment, I snap my neck.

One more - looking back, the last one was fleeing at a glance.

"Phew."

Exhale.

You've managed quite a bit.

Wipe the blood back on your cheeks with the sleeves of your clothes.

Would this fall off if I washed it?

When it comes to replacing it, it's another painful expense.

"Yeah, yeah, your arms don't seem dull"

"No way."

I was just lucky, he said.

Somehow, there's a verse in this medal that I'm mistaken for strong.

I want you to give me a break.

Because you know twelve god killers, or you think I'm as strong as they are.

Unlike the other cheats, I'm not that strong.

Physical abilities are slightly higher than those of the inhabitants of this world with different world corrections, but I am still confident that I will lose when I fight leading warriors and demon mentors.

Fighting goblins is better for the rest of us.

A touch of armor sleeves. That's what I'll be finishing shortly after I touch it. If you're a magician, it's a magic shot from a distance.

That's what they are, 'God Killing' is.

"I don't like fighting"

He groans so little that he walks over to the woman who is the purpose of this one.

All of a sudden he seems confused, sitting in the meadow, blurring up and looking up at me.

The trick is a little cute.

You're stretching under your nose.

…………

I don't want to believe that.

Wipe your mouth with the sleeves of your clothes, Cohon, and one cough.

"I don't know why you're in custody of a demon crusade, but if you're unscrupulous, you're gonna die easily, okay?

The woman's shoulder trembled tremendously at the word Dying.

I'm sure when you were talking in the guild, you didn't think you were going to die.

It's a lot for newcomers. And this woman who survived is lucky.

Normally, nobody comes to help you like that, and the goblins kill you.

Cut the goblin fangs out with a knife. If you submit this to the Alliance, you will be rewarded for your crusade.

If I crusade demons, not just goblins, I bring back a piece of my body.

Mostly take home parts that can be processed or items that do not rot.

If you're a big guy like a dragon, you don't have to crusade to get a piece of scale to get the price there.

Well, a reward for four goblins would be about ten copper coins.

I haven't received a request, so I made some money that might be a little cheaper but not bad.

By the way, when it comes to herb collection, it is about five copper coins, even if it is collected over a day.

Demonic crusades make good money, but after all, the taking of life is bad for the heart.

I don't like it.

"If I punish you for this, I'll do my guild job and build strength - or"

I pocketed my goblin fangs and looked back... a woman was crying.

The whimpering was not zero, but tears and all kinds of liquids were overflowing.

Turn your back in a hurry, to the look not much for a woman who would be an adult to show.

"Naked, naked"

"Kids or you."

Whisper and punch the medal in your pocket.

As it is, fish for goblin gear until women stop crying, or look for any other loot.

"... almost strip away"

Or if the demon is not the target, it is a complete stripper.

"It's gonna be money."

"It's a sight that makes me want to doubt if I'm really a hero."

The long sword is badly blade ruined, and the hammer cut the pattern, so it wouldn't be worth much.

Still, it's going to cost me some money, so I'm going to take it home.

The battle axe is in good condition and this would be quite a price. Good pick up.

The equipment is like a breastplate on the skin... but I'm worried about what to do because it looks like it stinks.

Whether it can be used even if I take it home.

Even if you put it away, in time the body will be eaten by the beast and the equipment will be taken and reused by other demons with intelligence like goblins and cobolts.

Um, and when I'm worried, signs behind my back.

Looking back, the woman who was crying was up.

"Calm down?

To my inquiry, cocoon, snort woman.

You still seem pretty depressed. Well, it's obvious because you hung it on death.

I'm mentally insane that I should be able to get back on my feet soon.

"Shall we return to the village, then? I'll send it."

He holds the battle axe on his shoulder and has a long sword in his free hand and a split hammer in two.

I shall leave my protective equipment behind. Because this weapon alone would be the price there.

I don't even have the nerve to make this woman stink.

Recovered weapon and four goblin fangs in pocket.

This will give you two days of luxury. That fact makes my legs a little lighter.

The purpose should have been to protect women, but I don't feel like my purpose has changed at some point.

'... lamentable'

"You've become a cliche this past year, that word."

"Ku"

Answer to the woman's gaze, who looks up at me in wonder, talking to herself, nothing.

It keeps talking.

All this, I can't help it.

I think you're right as a human being to respond when you can talk to me.