Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

Emil, on the other hand, healed the wound and returned to Leppard on the front, but to be honest, it was like he was attacking a demon king opponent.

Anyway, no matter how hard you try to tap your fist, there is no sign that it will reach the body of the Demon King.

Still, in support of Kurtz's attack, it was Leppard who kept attacking him that he couldn't rest his hands, but it drains his spirit before his health to continue attacking him without defense or evasion.

Still, it was Leppard who inspired himself that he couldn't stop, but it was Frau who jumped in there.

"Why does your attack work against the Demon King? Is that it, or are you Silky's brave man?

Assuming that's the case, if Leppard just asks that nothing surprises him, Flau leans his neck so tightly with a fundamentally strange look.

"There is no such thing as a brave man in Silky. Silky is only a fairy who helps with chores."

"You, that dialogue. I guess I can even say it in front of Silky other than myself, huh?

"It's easy. I don't care if you bring me another silky."

If they say it out, I can't carry on any more words as a leppard.

Perhaps Frau should really mouth the dialogue he has just had, even with Silky in front of him, without any cowardice, and where will the voices of protest from the Silkies, which would be caused by it, also be heard as blowing winds.

"Don't feel sorry for Silky."

"If you have time to slap an extra mouth, slap the Demon King!

Quick to say or Frau leaves no remnants. When he leaves the scene at a rate that is not even remnants, he slaps his elbow into the flank of the Demon King, who was more attentive to Kurtz.

Though the blow did not reach the Demon King's body directly again, the shock seemed to have been transmitted, bending over to the demon king's soft-handed letter, and his unstoppable leg slipped over the floor.

Leppard kicked the floor to follow Frau, knocking in a series of full-fledged assaults on the disfigured Demon King, wondering if he would probably die instantly if he ate that blow.

"It doesn't work!

The Demon King, who received such a series of Leppard attacks in a force field to defend himself, waves his arms at Flau and Leppard in the vicinity.

The shock created by all that blows the light flaw of his body, and Leppard crosses his arm with his armor fitted and withstands that blow.

It sounds like a bone.

He just waved his arm, and even though he just defended himself from the impact, Leppard was so damaged that he thought the bones in his arm might shatter.

I get on my knees unexpectedly, but if I indulge in it, Alberto cuts to the Demon King, following the gap that the Demon King's attention is directed toward the Leppards.

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"You lose confidence as a swordsman!

It is the blade of Alberto, wielded endlessly at a breathless rate, but those attacks still do not reach the body of the Demon King.

However, for the first time here, the Demon King turned his hand against Alberto's attack and took a defensive action of concentrating his power, whether the force field protecting him one by one was losing its power.

"You're a little shredded!

"The power of the Demon King isn't inexhaustible, either."

Leppard who can be braved by the sight.

Before such a leppard penetrates, Kurtz manipulates Black Moya from the opposite side of Alberto to launch a fierce attack on the Demon King.

"I'll smash every field of power, or I'll cut you to death, Demon King!

"Whoa!

While preventing Alberto from attacking with one hand, the Demon King turns his other palm towards Kurtz to prevent a continuous attack by Black Moya.

As usual, black Moyas are scattered in front of the Demon King's field of power, but their crushing position has changed considerably from the beginning to closer to the Demon King's body.

If it stays this way, the sign of power emanating from the Demon King swells up the moment Leppard thinks it's possible to crush every field of power, or both, as Kurtz told the Demon King.

"Don't lick it, brave men!

Detecting that some kind of dangerous attack was coming, Leppard crosses his arms again and focuses his consciousness to increase the strength in his body so that he can withstand even more magical attacks.

Other brave men and flaws also seemed to have noticed the actions of the Demon King, who stopped the attack and devoted himself to defense, but the shock that could sway every foundation of the Demon King's Castle, which had all the atmosphere or been destroyed from the entire body of the Demon King, easily carved through the brave men's defenses and engraved quite serious damage into its body.

This was Leppard, who thought that the soldiers around him would not just be sorry, but if he managed to lift his head from the position where he had fallen on the ground at some point, there would be no indication that the soldiers watching the game, for whatever reason, had suffered the damage caused by the blow of the current Demon King.

"That's surprisingly light."

When Lianya leaks such a grunt as she waves her hands down toward the Demon King, the Demon King stares at Lianya's face with hatred.

If you are a weak-minded person, you will not find anything particularly expressive in Lianya's face, even if you receive a gaze that might make you lose yourself just because of that gaze.

He slowly opens his mouth as he looks at the Demon King just boring.

"Dancers don't come to touch guests."

"You"

"Well, I'm a little sorry for you."

Suddenly I wonder what to say, and Shion beside me looks up at Lianya's face in amazement, but Lianya continued without realizing it.

"Originally, I guess it's natural to have only the battle between the brave and the demon king and one of them wins as a result, but I also have something called my situation. I don't want to welcome you down here and survive by the brave."

"So you're finally coming out?

"No, it still doesn't change the idea that the demon kings of this world should be defeated by the brave men of this world"

"Then what do we do?"

"Easy. I will defeat you with bravery."

When the said Lianya waved its hand, a white, shining mass of some considerable size was released from behind Lianya's back in a tremendous momentum.

It flies in a straight line looking at the Demon King as he scrapes the stone floor.

The Demon King looked at it and tried to defeat it in the field of power, which was protecting his own body as well, but immediately when he drew his face, he flipped his body to avoid it rather than defense.

But that decision has been lost somewhat slowly against flying chunks.

"Nooo!?

Still, I managed only to avoid direct strikes. That chunk of space pierced by trying to plunder the right side of the Demon King's body flew away behind the Demon King with the momentum as it stood, and when I directly hit some of the walls of the Demon King's Castle that still remained in shape, I would quickly scatter its surroundings into wood terminal dust along with the sound of the explosion.

"Was the aim and speed sweet? Well done, I'd say, but it didn't seem intact."

Listening to Lianya's words, the Demon King turns his face toward Lianya, only his gaze toward his right arm.

There, originally, there was supposed to be a right arm, but only a shoulder in the sight of the Demon King, almost cut off from the base, was shown, and a beat was placed and blood erupted violently from that cross section.

The balance breaks because of the loss of his arm, and as he braces, the Demon King kneels on the floor holding down his bloody right shoulder with his remaining left hand.

Leppard, who was unbelievably watching the reality that the Demon King, who had not previously taken the warriors' offense for nothing, had taken a deep toll with just one blow, slowly circled that gaze and saw the area where the mass released by Lianya in the sight of the Demon King had landed.

"Alive... it's wonderful to be alive"

It was Grune whining about such a thing in some dismal tone.

Grune, who is trying to crouch in the shattered rubble, looks down only at his body in such a way that neither the surrounding conditions nor the appearance of the Demon King are in his sight.

Seeing it, Leppard understood what Lianya had now done against the Demon King.

"Count! In front of you... you shot the Grune guy!?

Apparently, the identity of the white, glowing mass shot out by Lianya was Grune.

Perhaps it was up to Grune to reinforce his body with his own strength, to lay the reinforcement by the magic of Lotus Yama, and to launch it with the witchcraft of manipulation or something vigorously aimed at the Demon King, but I didn't think any brave man would be safe if he was thrown with enough momentum to sever the Demon King's arm, chop off the stone floor and smash the remains of the Demon King's Castle.

I guess that's why Grune grunts, but in calm it was enough that Grune, who would compete for first or second place among the brave men, suddenly lost himself, so it can be deduced how horrible the experience was.

"Are you going to kill me!?

To Leppard, who shouted so unexpectedly, Lianya responded flatly.

"No, you're not dying. If you work hard and strengthen yourself, you'll be fine. Whatever your sturdy body was, the brittlest Grune in the brave was fine."

Indeed, among the five brave men, Grune, the brave man of the Elves, was supposed to have the physically brittlest body.

Because that Grune couldn't stand it, it was Lianya's statement that there was no way any other brave man could stand it, but if he was serious, it would mean that the Grune used for that prototype could have died.

"A ghost!?

"It's a person. You don't see any horns in my forehead, do you?

Looking annoyed by Leppard's screams, Lianya pointed her palm in a certain direction.

There was Alberto, who was trying to sneak away from the spot, but at the same time Lotus Ya reached out and the movement stopped, with a blue-faced face, Alberto turned only his neck and turned his gaze towards Lotus Ya.

"Next bullet loading"

"Are you serious, Count!?

Even as he asked, Alberto understood that somewhere in his head, Lotus Ya was already serious, and immediately began to use his own magic to strengthen that body.

Lianya turned that gaze to the Demon King with a satisfactory nod to Alberto's appearance as he gathered the strength in his body and desperately began to strengthen himself, whether it was because he was watching the first shot of Grune.

"I'm glad you remembered the virtual shell technique you used on the battleship."

"Just kidding..."

"It may look like it, but I'm serious. I decided this was the best solution as a way to get the brave to defeat the Demon King"

As a result of desperate self-enhancement, when Alberto's body, which became like a white, shining mass as Grune, is grasped with manipulative witchcraft, Lianya pushes its body into the chamber of the shell, constructed virtually by witchcraft, and points the cannon mouth towards the Demon King.

In contrast, the Demon King immediately tried to take evasive action, but the amount of blood flowing out of the severed cross-section of his right arm was not such an amount that any Demon King could ignore, and he was beginning to see dullness in his movements.

Then he gathers the force field that is unfolding around his body all the time to his front, and tells the demon king that he intends to receive Lotus Ya's shelling, Lotus Ya narrows his eyes so as to target him.

"Fire."

The compressed atmosphere is freed by manipulative magic inside the virtual cannon, pushing Alberto's body, which was housed in the chamber, into the cannon with intense momentum.

At the same time, the shell created a rotation in Alberto's body, shooting Alberto's body out of the cannon mouth as if it were a bullet shot out of a rifle-cut pistol.

Against Alberto, who was unleashed in such a way as to protrude the sword in his hand, the Demon King managed to prevent it in its field of power, but Alberto's body, with a blade as sharp as a single spear, penetrated that field of power lightly.

Understanding that his defense had failed, he stabbed him to the stone floor, whilst quietly deciding on the left flank of the Demon King, who twisted his body at a tight time.