The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Oh. This is a dream.

Someone muttered that way, seeing a desperate situation that could only be described as tragic.

Ha ha, and run all the way down the stone corridor in a rough breath. I want to block my ears to the anger and screams that fly from my surroundings, but my right hand supports Soichi, who carried me, and my left hand is not free to use me because I'm pulling Scarlet Yong's hand. Soichi, who is carrying you, is very heavy because he is losing his mind and weakness. But I can't afford to be making weak noises. There's a monster looming from behind that can even be called 'death' itself. I manage to get over it as I'm about to run into soldiers in the direction we came from. Once again, I feel how unusual the current situation is for behavior that doesn't care about this one at all. The iron armor helmet hits my body and it hurts so bad.

Mr. O'Brien and the others said they were going to stop, but I don't really think we can beat those monsters. Even Soichi, the strongest of the companions summoned together, was stunned just in unison. If Mr. O'Brien and the others hadn't let me get away with it, I would have even had to be prepared for the worst. That Mr. O'Brien also said he's staying at the training ground to stop those monsters... and I'm just unnecessarily running away with Scarlet Yong's hand. We were summoned to this world for a time like this.

No, I don't have any experience in the first place. I'm talking about us gaining special power, so what? No matter how powerful the incompetence you get, the only thing you can do is be an amateur. I just saw a major injury and I felt dizzy, and if I saw a body or something, I would throw up.

"Oh, brother."

Scarlet Yong calls me. But without responding to that voice, I hold that little hand and run desperately. How did this happen when the sky you can see through the window is so clear that your eyes seem dazzled? I'm about to escape reality to a sudden murder, but I shake my head and calm down. If you have time to think, run. Run and run. As it is, we are wiped out. Hold Scarlet Yong's little hand hard. I have to protect this girl alone.

"It's okay. You know, Mr. O'Brien and the others are just gonna clean it up."

"Ugh..."

That being said, Scarlet Yong's expression is not excellent. That would be the case, too. As it is...... no, I am done with the royal castle. Even elementary school girls realize that. There will be too many power differences by then.

It's not just goblins and oaks that are the lowest demons I've ever read in a book that are raiding the Royal Castle right now. The finest demons dressed in superior equipment and vicious demons with tough flesh. Among them there are even the likes of large chimailas and golems that the Knights' humans crusade at the expense of dozens. Besides, not one or two of those monsters.

Sudden ambush. When I headed to the training ground to train as usual, the demons whose spaces appeared distorted. There is something wrong with being able to handle it. Soichi, who was with me occasionally, tried to cope, but the result is my back condition. No matter how powerful the goddess is, Soichi was only a junior high until the other day. Suddenly thrown into a whirlpool of killing, there's no way we can handle it. As a result, Soichi, who passed out, had no choice but to pull Scarlet Yong's hand and escape.

Will Utano and the others be safe? There's no way to make sure, but at least I hope it's okay just in my heart.

That way, how long would you have run? Find the big door you're used to seeing and hurry into it.

Cathedral. The place, usually a quiet space, was overflowing with large crowds of people. Injured soldiers and knights. And the priests who are being pursued for treatment.

It's like watching a movie on the battlefield. I get stuck in that sight. There is no strength in the body. I can't work my head off. The smell of blood and the groaning voice in the pain make me sick. When this is real, I don't think so.

But you pull my hand like that, there was a small hand.

"It's... daiji, bu?

That voice, Scarlet Yong. It was the anxiety-filled gaze of a girl who was just an elementary school student who pulled me back into reality as I stood up.

Oh, yeah. What am I supposed to do without being firm here? I'm the one holding this girl's hand right now. What if I get anxious?

"Scarlet Yong, let's get some rest"

Close the main door and say so to Scarlet Yong. Worried about us showing up all of a sudden, Soichi left you with one of the clerics who spoke to me. Me and Scarlet Yong move on to the back of the cathedral. Looking at floors and benches so overflowing with blankets, towels and medical tools that there was no foot treadmill, he was struck by emotions that would tighten his chest.

I've been summoned to fight, and this is how I've escaped. The fact pierces his chest like a thorn. At the deepest end is the statue of the Silver Goddess, which sits unchanged, with several clerics offering her prayers. But no goddess will answer that prayer. She's not in this world, she's watching this world elsewhere... maybe.

Near such a statue of a goddess. I sit down in a bench where I wasn't lucky enough to have any tools on me, and Scarlet Yong sits next to me. Gachan made a high noise as the long sword he was laying on his hips let him go to the floor in the way. When I turn my gaze to Scarlet Yong, who sat next to me, the white hair characteristic of pigment deficiency (Albino) is sticking to my cheeks with sweat, exhaling shallow and fast. Even I, an adult, ran tired, how tired would Scarlet Yong feel in elementary school? I can't even think about this girl. I'm getting really miserable.

"It's okay, is it...?

"Oh. What about Scarlet Yong?

"... Me too, I'm fine"

To that one word, I felt my chest just a little lighter. But when I think about what I'm going to do, I still have a headache.

It is clear that we must crusade all that has been broken into by such a large group of demons. But that's all I don't have. There's not enough people, not enough power, not everything. Anyway, even Soichi at the heart has passed out. Everyone else doesn't know where they are now because of this mess. Said he was summoned to save the world, but it's not helping at all. On the contrary, it is the end of being protected by the inhabitants of the world to be saved.

While we're doing this, the number of injuries continues to increase, as do the dead...

If this is the routine in this world, it breaks my heart completely. I was thinking sweetly. I knew saving the world was impossible for just humans, it's hard for us to save the world alone. Instead of fighting, he never even held a sword.

"Brother...... what are you going to do now?

"Oh, oh."

Yeah, I don't have time to make excuses in my heart. Both me and Scarlet Yong have the powers that the goddess gave me. I thought so and took the gold medal out of my pocket. Just a gold medal. The design is different from the gold coins in circulation in this world, but that's all. If you can't use it for shopping, it's not as special value as antiques (antiques). The goddess gave it to me, but I don't have any credibility. What am I going to do with just one medal like that?

I didn't ask how to use it. Is it my fault, or is it the goddess who gave me such an inexplicable medal? Damn, and poison and squeeze the medal hard, but nothing happens. I've tried this many times in the first place. I called again and again for help, but it was futile. Perhaps I'm using it the wrong way. I can see that. I can't use it when I say it's now that I need it.

So, again...

"Hey......"

Just at that moment, the big door opened with a loud noise. No, maybe it's more right that it exploded. It blew up so that both open doors could play, and the fragment hit the wall as it involved the injured people and stopped.

Suddenly, silence returns to the cathedral. But it was also a moment. First, there was a scream. A scream, a voice of despair, reaches my ear. The priests flee, and the soldiers and knights who can move set up their weapons in a hurry. At last, I was able to turn my gaze toward the entrance to the cathedral. It was the Black Demons who showed up. No, things like demons. I haven't seen anything demonic yet, but I know what it looks like because I was reading it in a book. But the beings that emerged were different from the demons in the book.

Stand with two legs and two arms. I have one head. The appearance close to a human being is specific to the Demonic Clan, but its entire body is wrapped in armor reminiscent of crustaceans, with four double eyes on its head emitting red light. And most importantly, its mouth. Rather than opening vertically like a human being, the shape that opens horizontally is like a worm sole. It's not like it belongs to humans or demons.

The Demons are covering their entire bodies with powerful magic and defending themselves. You can't wear armor that inhibits movement. Plus double eyed and mouth. The appearance of the Demon Nation is close to that of a human being. It wasn't in the book, such as the Demon Clan with its double-eyed or worm-like mouth.

"Hih."

"He."

The demon tribe looked familiar. The demons who showed up at the training ground earlier, the demons who were at the forefront of them. And he is also the demon clan that stunned Soichi with just one blow.

Mr. O'Brien and the others said they were going to stop, but they showed up at this place. I shake my head trying to figure out what that fact shows. Now, what are we going to do with this situation?

But I couldn't move my body with the escaping clerics and the injured on my ass. Fear or deeper emotions? Looking at the Black Demon Clan without being able to stray from his gaze, I wondered why the Demon Clan's double eyesight wore that black armor - I thought I saw me.

At that moment, the knights who could move stormed the demon clan with their weapons in place. That number is about three. There are a lot of injuries, but the cathedral bench can't get in the way and attack a large number of people.

But earlier than the knights cut together, the right arm of the Demon Clan was directed at the knights. The demons just wave their arms and blood will dance. It was as if the shadows were willing to stretch out and mutilate the knights who came toward them as the Devil's arms moved.

Blood wasn't the only thing that danced. Flesh pieces - arms, torn torso, and torn protective equipment danced through the universe.

I hastily blocked Scarlet Yong's gaze with my hands, but it was too late. You leave your whole body with me, like you lost your strength. I fainted.

"Scarlet Yong!?

I'm in a hurry to speak up, but there's no response. Immediately after that, the arms of that black demon clan are shaken again. Also, screams rise and blood splashes. I pick up the sword I had unleashed on the floor, listening to the knights cry and terminate. And by the time I pulled it out, only the clerics and us had survived the escape to the edge of the cathedral. The knights and soldiers who challenged the Black Devil are all sinking into the bloodbath that was made to the floor. There's nobody moving. To the smell of blood and its sight, I'm about to throw up the breakfast I just had in the morning, but I manage to leap out to the center of the cathedral with my sword in my hands with patience. I didn't have any idea, Soichi, but I know it's suicidal, such as being relative to that monster that you didn't even fight.

But still, stand in the middle of the cathedral. One step, a black demon proceeded to walk. I felt like I stepped on a bloodbath and made a noise, Bechari.

My sword tip is trembling with fear, but I can't help it. The presence in front of me is horrible and unpleasant. It's not about challenging battles, getting stuck. My body, my instincts reacted. Maybe the other knights weren't in the same mood.

It slashes me into that black demon tribe with my throat hurting so loud.

Was it thanks to Mr. O'Brien for working out, or a miracle, that I was able to react? As the Demons wave their arms, they bow down and avoid a shadow blow. A sword waved as he slipped his legs in a bloodbath captured its torso and scattered a spark. More like beating a giant, tough Nanica with a sword than a stiff one? The demon clan in question has not moved at all, even though it was slashed with a sword. Instead of falling back, you don't even move.

"Uh-huh."

On the contrary, the slaughtered me takes a step back. You lost interest in me like that, you've only turned your double-eyed eye for a moment, but you ignored me and walked out. When you say you're almost the same height as me, the intimidation isn't like any thing I've ever felt. Becha, Becha, and the bloodbath scatter to smear the benches and beautiful carpets. Ahead of that stride - a long chair with Scarlet Yong lying down who is fainting. And Soichi was there on the way to therapy.

The moment I recognized it that way, I ran out amazingly fast myself. It is slashed from behind the demon clan. Gagin, my hand is paralyzed with the tall sound of But still, the Devil's legs don't stop. Another blow. Still won't stop. Two, three shots and going on - but it won't stop. At the end of the day, I couldn't hold the sword with my hands because I kept tapping the hard stuff with my sword.

So finally the Demons' legs stopped and their double eyes turned on me.

In the next moment, I was blown away. For a moment, but gravity disappears, and the next moment, he is slapped from his back to his bench, rolling the floor with tremendous momentum. I don't know what they did. It took a little time to understand that he had been blown from the center of the cathedral to the side of the entrance. Because I rolled over the bloodbath, or the smell of blood and guts makes the back of my nose twinkle. I feel nauseous, but I manage to contain it.

"Guh, guh."

I can't breathe well. Did the bone break, or did it just hurt? I can't even breathe in pain I haven't experienced. What hurts is the chest. Did you get hit, kicked, or blown away by magic? Confused, round your body and do the pain.

That's how he glanced at me groaning at the pain and turned to the bench where Scarlet Yong was lying.

"Ah."

What leaked was a very distracted voice.

The safe priests were gathered in the corner of the cathedral and trembled, and the knights were wiped out. No one can help me. Nobody's here.

"No."

Reach out. Doesn't make sense. More importantly, me rolling in the bloodbath near the entrance and the demons walking near the center of the cathedral. It's a desperate distance.

Trying to get up in a hurry, he slips into blood and falls back into the bloodbath. At the end of that gaze, there was a man's hand right in front of him. Just the wrist. Other bodies with split upper and lower bodies and overflowing organs, white bones peeking from flesh, eyes open to despair, and heads with helmets on.

... pieces of flesh surrounded me.

"Ugh."

I vomited. I vomit what I ate for breakfast and still spit out gastric juice without fitting in. I have sore throat and tears from stomach acid.

- Still, I got up. Did the vomiting paralyze the pain, or did the sensation go crazy surrounded by flesh pieces and organs? Chest pain, which seemed to be stabbed with a sharp blade, has turned into blunt pain. When I wiped my mouth, it didn't just taste like raw stomach juice, it also tasted like raw smell and smell. He was falling into a bloodbath, and his hands were bloody. It's not just my hands, my whole body is bloody.

"Let's go."

Yes, I tell myself. Mouth it, consolidate your resolve. Death is all around you, and your senses are ridiculous. I can't possibly be the enemy of this monster, but I'm crazy about getting up.

Hold the dull and painful chest with your left hand and hold the sword in your right hand that the soldier would have had if he had stopped moving anymore. The sword I had until earlier seemed to have rolled off somewhere when it was blown up and lost sight of it. Hands, feet, amazingly stiff. Still - if you don't move here, Scarlet Yong and Soichi are the next ones to roll into this bloodbath.

My voice stops with black demon feet like that. And slowly, I turned my gaze over my shoulder toward this one. The red double eyed caught me, and I remembered the fear that made my heart eagle. But still, he desperately turned his sword toward the demon clan. My sword tip trembling like no other would be funny.

And as if to mock (bruise) me like that, he stopped completely and turned to me.

What the fuck?

Isn't that what Soichi and Scarlet Yong are after? I'm surprised, but I'm glad you stopped. Later - Later.

After that, what do I do? Do you fight this monster? With the monster that defeated Soichi, broke through Mr. O'Brien and the others, and created this situation (tragedy).

I can't. I can't win.

Someone shrugged like that.

The body that's going to be made just turns into itself, not the kids.

Also, someone shrugged.

Run.

Squeeze.

Run.

Louder.

Run.

The trembling sword tip drops slightly.

Run.

Still, I held the sword powerfully.

Run.

"This way, motherfucker."

I shout amazingly loud myself, and at the same time, I run out with all my might.

The blow of the shaken down body doesn't even hit the Devil's Armor, rather than shredding it. Just a half-step back was avoided. The shock that knocks him on the floor paralyzes his hand, but now he cuts it up with all his might. The blow you fired to jump up is also avoided by just one step back.

Giti, and. A bug-like mouth sounded.

I'm laughing.

The moment I understand that, I hit my body to disfigure the Demon Nation. If you don't hit the sword, you can create a situation to hit. But I couldn't get out of shape, and on the contrary, there was a terrible pain in my left shoulder. Besides, the Demons haven't moved a single step. I'm going to be illusioned as if I hit a giant rock.

At the next moment, he gets his chest grabbed with one hand and lifted. My leg floats, and I rumble to untie my hand grabbing my chest, but I'm not even scared.

Higher vision, lifted to a height that overlooks the Black Demon Clan. And he was thrown aside unconstitutionally.

Throw at the foot of the silver goddess statue, striking her back strongly and stuffing her breath. At the same time, there was a scream. It must have been raised by the shuddering clerics in the corner of the cathedral. Raise your hands about the floor with your eyes moistened by pain.

Just a tattered, black demon walks over here. Looking to pick up the sword, but not beside it. I guess I let it go when they threw me.

"... damn"

There is no power in the vomited word. And I lost my strength from all over my body.

I wonder how this happened. To save the world, I am summoned by the goddess. Is the end of reality, as if it were an ogre, so painful? When I leave my body in a soft carpet, my eyelids get heavier. If I keep my eyes closed, I guess I'll be easier. The fear I had felt earlier fades away. Die in your sleep without pain or fear -.

"I don't know, man."

Raise your face well. The Black Demons... from earlier places, were barely moving. Neither the frightened voices of the priests, nor the groaning voices of pain and fear, can be heard.

That gaze didn't look at me, behind me...

"Ah?"

Follow that gaze and turn back. The pain ran all over my body just moving my body, but I almost forgot even that pain. There's a beautiful silver goddess statue there...... for some reason, it's glowing. The brilliance is so divine and warm. A heart that was trembling in fear, a light as if it could warm. Just watching, I felt healed by the spirit that was about to break into despair until earlier.

I know this light. I remember seeing it. I remember feeling it.

- Goddess, Astraela.

The light was full of space I first met with her, the atmosphere she was emitting. The warm light emitted by the statue of the Silver Goddess - the magic is the same as the sole emitted by the Goddess.

"What...?

Pain disappears from the body. No, it's not just the pain. Both hands, the blood that was injuring his whole body is also purified, and fades away into a pale light.

Is that a moment, a few seconds, or a dozen seconds? Just staring up at the statue of the goddess, one woman with golden hair stood beside her at some point. A woman standing beside her, wrapped in the light of magic, as if she were blessed by a goddess or serving a goddess. The sight is irresistibly fantastic and beautiful. It's like being in a fairy tale or a gaga, like a Virgin or a princess. The smell of blood filling the cathedral was so much forgotten for a moment... the woman was clean, clean and beautiful.

The woman's gaze is down... and she's lying down on me. A jade coloured eye that even feels cold, golden thread hair that shines like silk, a pure white dress that plays the sunlight that plunges through the window. The hair may be wrapped up. Only the part of the missouri is long, and it is swamped by the magical flux released from the statue of the silver goddess. That foot is taken a step further. Schulli, and a long dress hem rub against the carpet on the floor. The sound was clear and reached my ears.

"Are you okay, Master Range?

Yes, I was called out. The voice is very easy to hear with a man, woman and neutral voice. The bearer of that voice kneels beside me without worrying about the Black Demons or anything else.

"Come on, please stand up"

Reach out. Wonder - I was able to take that hand without hesitation. Stand up and you will fight the Black Demons again. A monster like the one that embodies despair itself. There won't be one in 10,000, not one in 100 million. I knew with my head that I had to relate to someone like that, but I wasn't lost.

Little hands. Soft, beautiful, women's hands. Even so, it's very powerful.

- This strength is my power.

I can narrow my eyes when I felt cold earlier. The expression shapes a calm smile for just a moment. But only for a moment. It tightened quickly. And turn your gaze to the Black Demon Nation.

Somehow, the black demons in question haven't moved a single step since the statue of the goddess shined. As if - waiting for me to get up.

"Let's go, Master Range"

"... ah, oh"

Unexpectedly, there was a noise.

Its deafening sound comes from the mouth of a black demon tribe. You must be laughing. I feel goosebumps when I laugh at the black devil clan without being slight.

Relative. A cathedral that is supposed to be quiet, watched by a statue of a silver goddess.

Somewhere in the royal castle, someone must have unleashed a powerful sorcery. A big shake struck us.

At that moment, the figure of a woman with golden hair scratched away, becoming a jade light and misty. Suddenly, I am surprised, but the surprise quickly turns to exaltation. Strength increases in the body. Is this power, which I did not feel earlier, called magic? The power that everyone else had and I didn't have. Maybe this is what it is.

Suddenly a woman appeared and disappeared, and the light gathered in my right hand… a single sword. The full body is jade, the pattern and ornaments are gold. A swing of that sword, as light as a feather, toward the bench beside it, was able to cleave without any resistance. Its cleavage attracts my mouth. It's not like the sword you were waving in the training ground. Lightness, sharpness, everything.

Gichi, and the Black Demon Nation laughed again. My stopped leg moves out. - I'm ahead of you.

Point your gaze at the sword at hand. A jewel-like body may feel brittle depending on its appearance. Even so, it seemed like a very powerful sword to me. I can put my strength into shaking hands.

The woman's eyes, which appeared earlier, also recall that they were jade. Patterns and decorative gold are the same color as her hair. When I thought so, the sword in my hand felt as if she was talking to herself until earlier.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a face in front of me with a do-up like I had seen somewhere.

"... what are you doing, Anastasia"

"Mmm. Observe?"

"Heavy"

"It's not heavy!?

I get up for a moment wondering what to do with the doll giant fairy that was on my chest and I don't care. Then he fell out of bed like he was rolling. He's complaining about something under the bed, but he deserves it.

It still seemed like the earlier one was a dream, and this is my room I have for the royal castle. The place where the furniture is kept also remains last night. It doesn't change how clear it is out the window, but the black smoke hasn't gone up, and I can't hear you screaming.

It's a world where demons are crusaded and trying to restore peace.

Was it a good dream or a bad dream? It is a dream that gets lost in judgment. Should I feel a nostalgic memory with Elle, a painful memory and grief at the loss of so many lives?

"Pup."

Second, a voice echoes in my head.

I turn my gaze to my pillow with my neck tilted to the blowing laughter of my familiar voice. There's one gold medal with a different design than in your dreams.

"Hello, Hermen Hilde"

"Oh. You slept well."

"Sort of. It's a good dream."

"It didn't look that way."

But my voice, which I enjoyed earlier, sank unexpectedly.

"They were screaming."

"It was a good dream."

"Hey."

"I guess it's because Anastasia was heavy"

With that said, get out of bed.

When I turned my gaze under the bed, worried about Anastasia, there was no fairy on me until earlier. Tilt your neck, now the sound of the window opening. Apparently, in the second I set my sight on the floor, I escaped from this room. From the window, it looks like a fairy.

What is it?

The oddity of him didn't start now, but I don't think he's as narrow as he gets angry when he's on his chest. When I can get away with it that way, I just get a little concerned.

"Oh, my God, he"

"You should look in the mirror"

Find the mirror as you were told, wondering about that Elmen Hilde voice. A quick peek into the mirror I found revealed why Ermenhilde erupted earlier.

"That bastard"

"Not a bastard, but a woman."

"I don't care."

Stroke the graffiti with your fingers as you reply to Ermenhilde's scratch. Written in ink, the sole spreads dirty as soon as you stroke it with your fingers.

Chickshaw, that prank fairy (idiot). Oh my God...

"Doesn't wake up that far, bad range"

"I don't care if they say so... I wish you'd woken me up too"

'I tried to wake you, but you didn't. Aren't you too relaxed?

"... I guess so"

There is no excuse, so I agree with her as she flaunts her shoulders. But what's wrong with this face? In the mirror, there is all kinds of graffiti on my face that I am used to seeing, and it seems terrible. I guess Anastasia was on my chest earlier because she was in the middle of graffiti. He's as childish as ever when he says he lives longer than me.

"Hey, Ermenhilde"

"What's up?

"Was I saying something while I was stuck?

'Hmm? No...'

I'm not sure what I want to say myself and scratch my head. I guess I'm in love with it. I want the maid to have some water to wash my face, and I don't want to go out in public with this face, my leg stops. What's the matter?

"Range"

"What's up?

Elmen Hilde talks in a strange voice as she worries about what to do with her graffiti face.

I heard that voice somewhere... I felt it resembled her voice when she was troubled.

"No, it's nothing"

"Right."

Here, should we step in?

I thought so for a moment, but swallow the words to be stepped in at inches. If anything happens, you'll talk to me. With that in mind, I turn my thoughts to the graffiti on my face. Is that a run or a trust?

I guess the former, I guess.

I had a dream. Dream of Elle, not Elmen Hilde. That has happened several times before, and this is not what I think now. Elle is dead. I live with Ermenhilde.

It's just... the same voice as her, the same other person talking. I almost forget that reality. I'm going to see Elmen Hilde overlaid with someone else altogether. That's cruel for me and for Ermenhilde. So I kept thinking about stepping into Elmen Hilde's troubles.

"What do you think I should do with this face?

I wish I could ask the maid for some water.

"So is that."

It would be terribly embarrassing, but I can't help it. Undauntingly, I look for a bell to call the maid with a heartfelt determination to increase the sanctions on Anastasia by about three percentage points later.

I don't know where it is because I rarely use it, looking for it for a few minutes. Bell was on a table provided in the center of the room. It's dark under the lights, or something.

I asked for water to wash my face by calling the maid, but at that time my face felt more stained with surprise than laughter. Well, would you be more surprised than laughing if a sleeping man was graffitiing all over his face?

As he closed the window and lowered his back to the bed, he took the hermenhilde he had left on his pillow and stroked its edge (the hoof) with his fingers.

"What's up?

"No, it's peaceful."

"I hope it's peaceful, but you don't look so good when you say it in that face."

"Yes, you're right."

Yeah, when I laugh, Elmen Hilde sighs like she's tired.

That's fine. This kind of atmosphere is good.

'... lamentable'

"Don't say that. Sounds like me, doesn't it?

A small laugh strikes my head as I respond to that word.

"I think so."

And that's what you told me.