The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Overhead, looking down from the far top of the sky, he can force his right hand with a Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword while standing in nature.

How do we pull it down to the ground?

When I was thinking that, one Griffin comes down with wings flapping before this one thinks weird. How magnificent is that appearance?

A dragon king named Fafnir. life form considered the strongest corner in this world. Dragon. Is it because I'm the man who thinks being in the sky is as good as looking in love with his eyes, while being smaller than that dragon, two or three times, no more than that?

Doss, and down to the ground with the painful sound, he loosely turns his gaze to this way.

"- Yes."

"Hmm. They're looking down, Range."

In that gaze, I can't feel the anger or hostility that killed my people. I'm just here. The bait, the prey, stands in front of you.

Shards don't consider me a threat, neither do enemies, nor enemies. I came to punish my prey for living bait. I felt that gaze speak eloquently.

Well, I can't read Griffin's thoughts, so it's just a thought. Apparently it also felt Ermenhilde, slightly irritated by its voice and definite anger. When I feel my partner react like that, this one calms down the other way.

"Well."

The other one is still empty. Is it one as it is, or are you willing to cover from the sky? Either way, I've decided what to do.

That gaze will never be diverted from me, and I still haven't noticed the Francesca ladies. Then let me just ram it up. Make it easy for your people to move.

"Let's do it, Elmenhilde"

"Oh, do it."

In a straight line, head to Griffin. Step straight into the distance the sword reaches and wave down the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword.

There's no movement on Griffin. Still staring down at me, I watched defenselessly as this one attacked - but before the sword arrived, I stepped back in incredibly quick motion from that giant.

Quicker than knocking an empty sword to the ground, he took another step and now slashed it up. The attack reaches slightly and scatters Griffin's body hair all over the universe.

Under the blue sky, light brown body hair dances. Without turning his gaze on the furrowed body hair, he burst out his sword with momentum shooting through the scattered area.

But Griffin's gigantic body turned sideways trying to avoid an attack on the steeple sooner that attack arrived.... right after I recognized that, now I danced the universe. Impact from the right. Why all of a sudden I'm blowing up, dancing through the universe with nothing to understand, and moments later, I roll momentously over the ground.

Rolling down the ground, I see what blew me away. Wings. They spread their huge wings and beat them to pieces with momentum to change the direction of their bodies.

That's all that blew me away.... As always, a warcraft is a force or a monster of physical ability. No, is it a bucket of stuff? Keep rolling for a while to open the distance and get up on your knees where the momentum has weakened.

"Coming."

Fly sideways as you hear Elmenhilde's voice. Moment after moment, the ground where I've been ripped vertically. A moment late, my hair and coat (cape) shake in a storm.

Wind blade. A sharp blade of invisibility, also known as the sickles. Check with your gaze where Ami and Mululu, Miss Francesca and Faerona are. Be careful not to get involved. Well, Faerona and Miss Francesca are on a tree, and there's Ami by Mululu. Ami would have been able to prevent this level of magic.

Pull one dagger out of the sheath behind your hips and throw as you go. That's so big (mato), it's easy to aim if you're not focused at this distance.

But the thrown dagger makes an unlikely move on his way to Griffin and flies away from Griffin. "The Curse of the Arrow". A wind junction that shifts everything away from light throwing weapons. I see that line again, and even if I know it in my head, I tongue it. Not at all, a troublesome juncture.

"Go back."

I was surprised the first time I saw it, but it doesn't deserve surprise if I know how it works and how to counter it. A deviant dagger reacts to my voice, and now he hits me from behind Griffin. At the same time, I'm heading from front to griffin again.

Did Dagger decide he could deviate in the junction, Griffin, who ignores Dagger, who flips and hits me? Pay the sword of your right hand to the horizontal fist to intercept the shaken right forefoot. Spirit silver (misrill) and nails bumped and a small spark scattered.

But the shock I felt right after that ends in a word of consternation. My right hand is paralyzed and I retreat without killing the impact. Tongue-in-cheek at the same idiotic power, I still grab with my left hand where Dagger flew toward me, missed by The Curse of Arrow Removal. Fly back and open the door, with a sword in your right hand and a dagger in your left. Improvised duplicity, but now what is it?

If I can use magic, I can fight a lot, but the sword alone has its limits. That's something I've felt many times before, but that doesn't mean I have any means. Without magic, other world corrections (cheats) are weak. It's hard for me to even hurt a warcraft if I challenge you from the front.

'... what do we do?

"I don't know what to do."

Then the blade of the wind, which would have been unleashed, came towards me, choosing the ground. It is not possible to see the blade, but it is not difficult to avoid it because it determines the ground.

Avoid jumping out of the range the blade would go through, and stick it in again and point the blade at the griffin. Griffin's assault is getting worse because I'm blind. But that's the same as the attack getting cluttered.

Spirit magic of forelegs, mouth (beak), wings, and wind. Deviate, receive, and avoid those attacks.

Trouble, he said. Exhale inside without losing focus. Again, it's hard to clamp it down without being accidental. Aware of the slight rise in breath,

With that in mind, I was blown away by a sudden shock. Roll over the ground again and immediately point your gaze above. There's one Griffin still staring down at me from above. Perhaps he was blown away by his witchcraft. You hit me when I rolled, I get up shaking my aching head.

"What about Miss Francesca?

"Still on the tree."

Okay, then. It's time to get them to work.

In an earlier attack, we're both conscious of me. More like I'm the only one looking at it now than I am. I was caught hurting inside, but I think I succeeded in drawing Griffin's attention. Moving one by one towards the mountain made of goblin corpses with alternating gazes towards the two griffins.

I don't know if one of them would be able to defeat him by accident. Well, this is the first time Miss Francesca has fought Griffin, and I'm a little anxious to think that the blade will reach Griffin's heart with that short sword. As far as the battle against goblins as much as just now, it seems that we can also use magic to manifest ice and rocks like swords, and will you cope around them?

It makes me a little nervous, but I can't do anything if I think about it. Exhale one and brace your stomach. There, let's just say we believe in Miss Francesca.

"Ermenhilde, one in the sky, tell Miss Francesca to take her down after she acts."

"Okay."

Truth is, this guy's 'voice' is useful at times like this. I don't think Griffin understands human language, but if he answers this voice, he'll know exactly where he is and who he is.

Retreat vigilantly Griffin and reach the mountain of corpses just after Ermenhilde's explanation. Once I took a deep breath, I smelled so dark blood that I felt nauseous. What do you do when you say it's a deep breath to calm you down? Exhale and draw strength from your nervous, stretched whole body.

Well, let's do it.

'Right. We've only just begun our hunt, so let's hurry.'

Hearing Elmenhilde's voice, he turns his sword to Griffin, who is still likely to be coveted.

"If you can eat, try it. I don't know if I'm gonna break it."

Well, I'll punch you out of your stomach.

Whisper and run. And build a prediction on the slightly felt wind, avoiding wind blades that would have slipped through the ground and been released like sliding. A storm I did feel and a lateral, one-letter wound carved into the trees that were behind me a moment later. When you jump into the nostalgia without thinking about the attack, you flash the sword of your right hand. He then receives his right leg, waved down to kick him out of his nostrils, with a dagger with a blade pointed at him.

Even if it's hard for me to break through my skin by myself, it's not that hard if I use my opponent's power. The blade of the dagger penetrates Griffin's leg and feels raw and warm on his left hand. Shortly afterwards, he was blown away by his right leg, swept through by force.

Again, the word came to mind for a moment. It's blown like a pebble and I don't know how many times it's going to be today, but rolling down the ground. And what arrived was just under the tree that Miss Francesca was holding back.

Just as you aim and forget about the pain and loosen your mouth. As I lay down on the ground and pretended to be dead, checking up just for a moment, Miss Francesca looked at me with anxious eyes. And since it was a skirt, I feel like I've seen things that don't match the battlefield, but I don't care.

"Uh, pain."

"I don't know. I know it hurts, and it's something I can do."

"Get used to it, get used to it. You get used to it, you'll be able to do anything."

"Still, I think it's humans who avoid pain."

That's true, too.

Whip on the body complaining of pain and stand up. Well, the consciousness is clear, and the pain isn't severe. Something like light bruising and lacerations? You must not have broken a bone. Keep moving the place a little bit. Just as soon as you keep going straight, I'll direct Griffin to come directly under Miss Francesca.

You thought I was scratching my legs like that, Griffin came into the mood. Are you hitting me, or are you trying to tail me with your forefoot nails? Drop your hips so you can intercept, and put your strength into both hands with weapons -.

"Miss Francesca."

"Yes."

Miss Francesca jumps off a tree branch with a short sword, just like me earlier, with a ripped voice.

There's no way Griffin, who was just looking at me, could react, jumped on that back without any resistance, and stabbed the short sword in his back. Shortly afterwards, Griffin bursts out hard into severe pain. The horse slams both forelegs like a hiss to heaven and tries to shake off Miss Francesca on her back. From that reaction, it is determined that the blade did not reach the heart.

Miss Francesca on Griffin's back screamed.

"Don't move -"

Empower your hands with Spirit Silver (Mithril). It's like pulling an arrow on a bow.

"- Yo!!

This time it will not be disturbed, and we will strike out as hard as we can from the front to where the heart will be. Griffin's movement stopped when he stabbed him in the chest until the sword snapped.

Moments, now signs from behind the stopped griffin of movement. There's another griffin figure coming down from the sky with wings. Make sure you look like that and gently tap your pockets.

"Nice."

"Aya, do it"

Shortly afterwards, a grassroots called dozens stretched out of the ground captured Griffin's hind legs. Each of those roots is as thick as my fingers, and even Griffin, who suddenly bursts into surprise, seems so tough that he can't pull a thousand pieces.

And instead of taking the griffin that burst in the air as a thing, he was paid by the horizontal giraffe as he knocked down the trees, wondering if it had flexed like a whip. It is slammed against the trees with a fierce sound, and it is unleashed after snapping down a few of them. No matter how tough Griffin has a tough flesh, it's not bearable to be left unscrupulous until then. When released from root restraint, a large wing is broken, beautiful body hair is stained with blood and looks unbroken.

But still, he's not desperate, and he's still trying to get up in that state. Amazing health - faster than getting up, Fayrona jumped over its head, moving through a branch of a tree, and skewered its head with a long sword.

As usual, he's a light-hearted guy. I can't move that much lightly if it's me, so I just have to be honest with you. If I try, I'll fall out of my head. With that in mind, pull the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword out of Griffin's body. As she wipes her blood-swept body with the hem of her coat (cape), Miss Francesca descends from Griffin's back, falling and lying, and comes here for a small run.

"Are you hurt ok!?

"Hmm? Oh. That's the way it always is."

"I don't think it's a bad idea to get used to pain, but I don't know how to say it."

Did I say something weird?

With that in mind, Ami, Mululu and Faerona, who lightly defeated the other Griffin, walk in. Well, Mululu hasn't done anything this time.

"You fought well."

"Suddenly I was surprised when I came out in front of Griffin."

"Excuse me. Excuse me. Thank you for drawing our intentions."

Return it to Fayrona, who walked in, and she will exhale deeply. Because if Faerona or Ami came forward there, they would have wiped it out before they assigned Griffin to Miss Francesca. I turn back to Miss Francesca, thanking her for knowing that she didn't even have to speak of her intentions around it.

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Raise your right hand, please"

Like this, I turn my palm toward Miss Francesca like a sample. Then, I guess I don't know what that means, but Miss Francesca raises her hand to make her palm look this way in the same way.

And, pan, he made a noise and slapped his palm together. It's called hi-touching.

"Wow."

Miss Francesca shouts her surprise. I laugh at how funny the reaction is. You look at me like that once, and then you look at your palm, and you turn your gaze at me again.

Seeing us like that, Ami hid her mouth and laughed when she dulled.

"Uh, yeah."

"I'll do it when things work out... I don't know. Rituals?"

"I don't think it's that hard."

I couldn't think of a good word to question it. Ami puts a scratch on me like that.

"It's what we do so well between us. When things work out. He said he was working safely like this, without missing anyone."

With that said, he's turning his hand flat at me. When Ami and I hi-touch like we did to Miss Francesca, that smile deepens.

But in the next moment, that gaze narrowed.

"I just think Mr. Lotus is just as impotent as ever,"

"Really. You won't listen to me if I tell you, so tell him more from Aya '

"What? I didn't force it."

"Maybe it's not impossible for Lotus, but I don't know if it's impotent."

Let's just say I'm around the corner and I didn't hear the word. Relying on Ami for face to face is also kind of a disguise.

When Ami and I are talking, the sound of bread again. Turning his gaze, Miss Francesca and Mululu had a high touch. It is a pleasant high touch, both smiling and making you feel smiling if you are watching.

"Oh, but"

But soon Miss Francesca's expression became cloudy.

"What's up?

If anything happens, I turn this way with Mululu when I call him.

"No, I couldn't defeat Griffin..."

"Oh."

I thought so.

Well, that sword would make boulders impossible. As far as I'm concerned, I was wondering if you could make something like a sword out of witchcraft and attack me, but I'm not bad with that. I did what I had to do.

"Nothing, you won't have to worry about it. It was working."

"... is that right?

"I think I was working on it, too."

"Yeah, I jumped off a tree branch."

"Here."

So you were relieved, stroking your chest down. Yeah, I don't think I can afford to fight with that in mind.

There are two rear griffins. Plus three arc griffins in total for one.

"I tell jokes, but I don't have a hobby for lying."

"I wish I was honest there and praised you for doing well or something"

"I don't like that kind of seriousness"

"Huh. Sure you are"

Fayrona tunes in to Ami's shuddering voice. Is it that much fun to annoy me? Mululu pulled the hem of his coat (cape) as he broke the heart of the vitreous (glass) and was depressed.

"Fran, did you do well?

"Right."

In an honest answer to Muru's words, Miss Francesca joins hands in front of her chest. Looks delightful. I don't want to talk too much about honesty because I'm embarrassed about this reaction.

While I'm talking about myself, do you mean the devil, or the annoying personality?

Mululu seemed satisfied with my words, too, and, yes, he shrugged small and smiled.

"The range should be a little more honest."

"How disgusting for me to be honest, huh?

'Not really, though?

"... I think you're a little too honest."

I sigh at my partner who honestly reacts to my mess. Look at me like that, Ami turns it down again but laughs out loud. Both Mululu and Miss Francesca.

Said he was still in the middle of work, but he was swallowing it.

"Here."

"... Me too?

And finally, turn your hands flat on Faerona as well. You didn't think you were going to say it yourself, either, and I got a bunch of blah blah blah words back. Perhaps this is embarrassing because I usually have a strong calm (cool) impression.

I enjoyed the reaction and Feirona frowned (only) a little about whether the emotion appeared on her face.

"I still have Griffin left. Come on, let's go."

"Oh......"

You noticed in that one word, Faerona raises her right hand, too.

Pan, the dry sound sounded again.

Bald Mountain next to Merdiole does not translate into a cliff where rock skin peels off, but there are proper paths leading to the top and paved. It is somewhat of a mountain like Mount Fuji in Japan. I don't think it's that tall.

However, the opposite of the surrounding view, there is no green whatsoever. Until a few years ago, it seems to have been a mountain full of greenery, but you think the greenery has been lost due to the influence of the family of the demon god who used to dwell on this mountain? When we were summoned to this world, there were no more greens, but as far as people who knew what they used to look like, they said this mountain was a very beautiful place.

Every time I remember that story, I think I wanted to see it for once. This world without chemistry or machinery is rich in nature and clean in air. Beautiful world. A place in that beautiful world where people were beautiful. I'm sure I'm not the only one who would like to see that beautiful view.

Gently turn your neck so you can breathe slightly disturbed as you walk down the gravel path.

"Hmm."

Well, when it comes to mountains, how tall is this place? There is no easy separation between the first and third combinations. Perhaps a third would have gone up.

The truth is, I didn't plan on climbing the mountain. Use Goblin's body to attract Griffin, poke at him and crusade him. I believe that's the safest and easiest way to crusade. That's how they wanted to crusade the rest of Griffin and Arc Griffin if they could, but they wouldn't end it that easily anyway.

After that, I crusaded one Griffin, but later I wouldn't show up long enough to live. I asked Douglam to restrict people's streets, but that also lasted until noon. And now, looking up at the sky, the sun, which lights up faintly in the cloudy sky, is about to plunge into Jomtien. I mean, we don't have much time left.

I know that there will be no good results if I rush, but fattening time may result in unnecessary sacrifices.

So it's a little dangerous, but we're headed for Griffin's nest. No matter how much Griffin is a bird-shaped warcraft, it's that giant. There is no nesting on peeled cliffs or trees with poor scaffolding. If you do that, you fall on your own weight.

The place where the nest is built is a pioneered place, where the proximity of the outer enemy is visible, with some flat terrain. The map of this mountain has been researched in advance and is in my head.

"Range, yet?

"Almost there. What, are you tired?

"Yeah."

When I ask back, Mululu shakes his head to the side. She probably came to hear it not because she was tired, but because tiredness is noticeable to Miss Francesca.

Turn your gaze to Miss Francesca, who is walking a little further away from us. Next to it, Ami is attached. I'm away, but I'm going to hear that messed up breath this way. They've never seen mountain roads like this before, and I guess they're draining a lot of health on different paths than before.

"What's up?

Stopping for a while and waiting for Miss Francesca, Faerona, who was ahead, returns. This one did not disturb one breath and came down to jump the peeling rock skin with a light footprint.

"I was resting because I was tired"

"... right"

That gaze turns to Miss Francesca, who is behind, not me. You guessed what it meant to be tired, but you're not saying anything.

"So, how'd it go?

"Oh. As Range said, I was building a nest in an open place ahead of me"

"Then defeat Griffin, who's there, and it's over?

"Right. Let's get this over with and get some sleep in the inn."

"I'm hungry"

"... you guys are the same."

'Oh, don't you concentrate.... lamentable'

From Ermenhilde and Fayrona, I get spooked at the same time.

That's how we talk, Miss Francesca, who was late, finally catches up to us. Breathing is disturbed and breathing on your shoulders. I have sweaty, wet hair on my forehead and cheeks.

"Are you all right?

"Yes. Not yet, it's okay."

Loosen his mouth to its strength, he turns his gaze to Ami, who was walking to support Miss Francesca.

This one grinned bitterly like trouble, shaking his neck to the side. Perhaps you won't listen if I tell you to wait at the foot.

"Well, let's move on."

"Oh. I've found a place I can check without being noticed, so let me show you."

"Please."

I'm sure that's because of the concern to be able to rest while checking Griffin. True, I think he's a good looking around.

Again, look up at the sky. The clouds are thicker and the weather isn't going to collapse right now, but this one won't have much time either. Well, when it comes to fighting Griffin, it's more convenient to rain.

"What's wrong?

Apparently, she was stopping, and, uh, Ami called out to me.

"No. The weather's breaking down," he said.

"Right. It would be easier if it rained."

Rain - or a state full of the world with water droplets - is deadly for spiritual magic that manifests the power of the Wind Spirit (Silf). The wind blade, the wind junction typical of the "Curse of the Arrows (Serious) I". They are all difficult to see with your eyes. However, if it rains, the invisible wind can also be seen.

The fatigue in fighting is completely different from the sight of an attack. It's just...

"Miss Francesca, try harder."

"Yes, sir."

Getting wet in the rain means your body gets cold and drains heavily.

Not just Miss Francesca, but Faerona and Mululu are certainly just not on the surface for fatigue. Me and Ami, of course. Hmm, and I walk out with my fingers on my chin.

Fighting Griffin's top species, Arch Griffin, would certainly be a good experience, but it doesn't even make him very impotent. If that happens, it would be better to leave it to Ami without thinking strangely about appearance or anything else. On the first shot of opening, lightning is dropped. Not a metaphor, but in reality.

That would be it.

With that in mind, he arrived at a place where Griffin's nest could confirm that Faerona had found it.

"We're gonna get some rest."

"Oh, but..."

"It's almost noon. Here, drink some water and breathe."

Pass the water bag hanging on your hips to Miss Francesca and drop the load bag you were carrying onto the ground. The contents are sunny food, wound medicines and herbs. Since there is not an amount, separate the dried bread from the dried meat between Faerona and Mulu.

Because I know it's not very delicious. Mululu stumbled on my face, but I can't help it. If we're going to cook here, Griffin might notice that smell. When Ami also divides her meal, the two of us check on Griffin's condition.

Two for the rest. One is a warcraft with the body of a lion and the wings of an eagle covered in the same corny brown body hair as Griffin, who crusaded earlier.

And another one. He has a body about two turns bigger than Griffin who is beside him, and he has dark hair, not brown, but far-sighted...

"Female..."

"Right."

Beneath that body, white opposite black body hair...... eggs. A large egg of a human child sits in the middle of a nest made of grass.

I see. I went out with Mululu a few times to check on Arch Griffin, but I didn't see him. Were you in possession or warming your eggs? Either way, I couldn't get away from the nest.

Therefore, is the last Griffin beside the male (male) of the number?

"You're disgusting, not at all."

Exhale deeply and squeal as you look up into heaven. The cloudy weather, which feels slightly thicker than earlier, is as if it embodies my emotions.

Kill the demon with no emotions whatsoever, kill Griffin, a homogeneous species earlier, and be upset by the appearance of a mother who now warms her eggs?

I laugh so hard. Sounds stupid.

I'm going to kill my mother now, but can I get upset with one egg?

"Ami, do you want to take Miss Francesca back to Merdiole?

"... because I'm not going back"

"Right."

The slightly angry voice said something like that because I'm sorry.

That's right. I'm not ready to do that, and I can't travel. Being prepared to fight means taking your life. I'm supposed to be ready for that, Ami, but that's what I hear.

I'm sure that's because I still treat Ami like a child.

"Range"

"Yeah? What's up, Elmen Hilde"

'... can we fight?

On the contrary, I am worried and it is over.

I smile bitterly at that voice and take the gold medal (Ermenhilde) out of my pocket.

"Oh, my God, that's now."

I'll fight.

When you play the medal with your thumb, it circles with a dry sound. And I grabbed that with my right hand, which fell.

The eyes that came out are the table.

"Table. We'll figure it out."