The man carrying the long sword on his shoulder smiles, nii.

'You're quick, forbidding spellcaster. You have a pretty fun arm. Did you defeat the Four Deadly Disasters with those demonic arms?

　Wordlessly, I get into a fighting stance.
　A member of the group behind me draws his sword and gives a command.

''Yo, alright!　We'll be with you, Lady Sagara.

　I controlled the group members behind me with my hand as they tried to run out.

'Sagara, Lord?'
'I'm sorry. I know you may think I'm being cocky but you guys can't beat them.
What?
Can you, uh... can you just, uh... let me do it?　Please.

　I understood more than they did.
　The eight burial blades at the end of the day are on the side of the powerful.
　I can't say anything about the individual's detailed fighting abilities yet, but that is the smell of a warrior who has gone through many battles.

''I like the people of the Holy Tree Knights.
What?
So I wouldn't want you to die if I could.

　It might have been a rude thing to say to a knight who takes up a sword to defend his country.
　But - I didn't want to see these people die.
　I don't want to see the people who said they liked Commander Sogut, to whom I owe a debt of gratitude, die for no reason.

''Kudos.......I understand. If it's Sagara-dono who defeated those four evil plagues says so, then it must be so.
But in order to prevent the enemy from entering, I'm going to need you all to fortify the entrance to the gate just in case. Can you do that for me?
Ah, ah!　All right, guys, I'm gonna go in and secure the doorway!

　The group members move backwards.



　The man on the far left of the final eight funeral blades laughed loudly.

''Since you are the man who defeated the Seven Sins and the Four Deadly Disasters, I thought you were a man of what kind of ruthlessness and ruthlessness... but what a sweet man you are, caring for your fellow man...''
What's so funny?

　He grips the hilt of his sword and holds it up.

'It's only natural to think of your fellow man, isn't it?
Heck, maybe. But ... are you aware of this, forbidders?　The battle has already begun. And we are now measuring your quality as a sacrifice....

　The man on the far right, carrying a sword, poked the ground with the tip of his shoe with a thump.

''I mean, yo--''

　A moment later, the figure of the man on the far right disappeared from the ranks.


　Behind him, a stinging sword Qi.


''There's a lot of gaps, forbid user.

I intentionally created an opening for you, my friend.

What?

　He dodges a slash from the approaching enemy and takes a swing of his sword.
　The enemy dodges the attack.
　One of the Eight Funeral Blades from a distance huffed and shouted, "No!

''No!　Move it, Rishburn!

　The enemy has dodged an attack.

　--Thud! --

　--The feeling of crushed flesh, facial bones, caving in.

　I fired a blow with my left arm, with all my strength, at the enemy.

　Before I could scream, the enemy, who had been hit by my blow, died as it was.

　--Dozza--

　The enemy, who has almost lost his face body, rolls to the ground as a catapult of flesh.

　--Zunn--.

　I thrust the blade of the Mad Sakura into the corpse at my feet.

　This was my aim.
　I deliberately created a large opening and lured out the man on the right who seemed to be very bloodthirsty.
　He then neutralized the enemy he had lured out and let the Mad Sakura suck its blood.
　This was also a move that would only work because he was a competent person who could detect an opening in the opponent.
　Up to this point, it was right on target.

''Now........suck the power to your heart's content and bloom madly.

　The cherry-colored blade began to glow faintly, dokudokku, as it rejoiced.
　One of the enemies, who was reduced to four, huffed and sniffed.

''I see.......apparently, you have the strength to live up to the name of a forbidden spell user.

　The blow just now was a reenactment of that Beshgam Angren's attack.

　In the battle with Beschgam, I "ate" a lot of that man's power with the power of the forbidden beast.
　I couldn't eat it all and ate it to the point of vomiting.
　The one born from digesting that was the current blow.
　A fist on which more than 90% of his total weight was placed.
　That's where the speed comes in.
　It is a vicious attack that seems to be unavoidable now that the forbidden left arm struck each other and lost.

　The peculiar twisting of the body.
　Multi-stage interlocking of the joints.
　Stepping in, creating a perfect balance.
　Special center-of-gravity shift, the

　When various other conditions are met, this is a strike of evil that is delivered.
　If I had to name it, should I call it "The Deadly Attack"?
　If he was able to launch it naturally and without awareness, then Beth Gum is definitely the "different person".

''--The Fifth Curse, Release.''

　Black wings grow on my back.
　Huge wings appear on the ground behind me, too.

I'll tell you one thing first.

　Picking up the sword belonging to the man named Rishbaan with my left arm, I thrust it at the eight funeral blades of the end.

"If you will have the rest of your people pull out of this country from now on and surrender their intent to attack and their weapons I will save your lives right here.

　The enemy's eyes bled with anger.
　But there is still a generous smile on his mouth.

''Was that supposed to be a threat?　Hmm ... we've been licked, too.
I'm not trying to downplay it. I know you're strong. And that's why I'm not going to take any chances. If you refuse to back down and fight in the field I will be forced to kill you.

　If we take the man named Rishbaan as a standard, the Endo No. 8 Funeral Blade is at least slightly below Masso Angren in strength.
　It's not surprising that he was trying to challenge the Four Deadly Disasters, a competence that is not surprising.
　Aside from Currier-san, if the owner of this competence is heading to the gate where Lili-san and Nord-san are, it's unlikely they'll be safe.
　I don't want Lili-san or Nod-san to die.
　So - if you can pull out here, that's fine.

　The other day, Currier-san was talking about it.
　She said that the state of making a place for calmness in the midst of fierce anger is the state in which she can maximize her power.
　She said that the four deadly disasters she once fought against had given up their chances of winning early because of the loss of her calmness.
　In truth, she wanted to tear the enemy in front of her to pieces right now.
　But.........I can at least try and negotiate with them.
　If Lili-san and Nord-san are safe, even if the odds are overwhelmingly low, it's better.
　If the enemy pulls back here, the Holy War Festival can continue safely.

　The man who seemed to have the most say in the four of them drew his sword from its scabbard.
　It's a white-haired, eye-patched man.
　Was that the Holy Sword?

''Are you an idiot, curse master?

　Anticipated, answer.
　The eye-patch man bites his teeth angrily.

''Do you really think that this final eight funeral blades will easily pull back here.......do you really think that you.......aaaaaaaaah!

　The man with the eye patch turns around and holds it in place with his blade glinting.
　The man removes his eye patch.
　The eye of the one who took off the eye patch was emitting red light.
　A surgical eye, huh?
　And, in other words.

"That's an insult to us and to the Doomsday Empress...

　The Holy War Festival.
　Excuse me.
　I don't want to stop.
　I have to.
　The
　You mean.　

With your death, you have to pay for this.

　Shut up.

"Third Abjuration, Release.

　A deafening roar that sounded like a lightning strike rang out.

　In the next moment, the third forbidden ray of lightning penetrated the face of the enemy who had just become enraged.



　Without the power of the surgical eye, the man with the surgical eye collapsed and lost his life.

　Negotiations were lost.

　So, in that case.

　You guys.

　Here.

　Kill it.

　--Three left.

'What the hell was that attack...?　Aside from the other forbidden spells what is that ridiculous power?
Hey, Robis. I think we may have underestimated that d*mn cursed user. Don't you see?　That curse user.................is much more intimidating than before.
That figure it's like a mythical incarnation of evil.

　Third Prohibition.
　This forbidding spell is good for surprise attacks.
　Moreover, unlike before, the distance and power can be adjusted now.
　As proof of this, this time I was able to adjust the distance so that it wouldn't reach the buildings behind the enemy.
　It was during the Battle of Beshgam that he realized that the power and other adjustments could be made.
　At that time - when I used the third forbidden curse continuously within the body of the Beshgam, no rays of light were coming out of my right eye.
　Apparently, at that time, I had unconsciously poured the energy for my right eye towards the left eye that I had gouged out.
　
　The number of times it can be used is limited, but if used well, it can become an even more powerful weapon than ever before.

Hey, Robis.
What is it, Raggedy?
I'm not that close to you, even though we're both of the eight funeral blades. It's a good thing that we've never been able to get along with each other. But today - just for today, we need the three of us to work together.

　We were lucky to be able to reduce our numbers from five to three.
　Taking on a large number of people alone would be quite disadvantageous, depending on the opponent's linkage ability.
　I heard that the Four Deadly Disasters were originally monsters that could only be maximized by the coordination of four people.
　Even if their individual strengths were inferior to those of the Four Deadly Disasters, if their coordination was good enough, there might be those who could surpass them.
　So I wanted to reduce their numbers by surprise whenever possible.
　However, I want to have at least one hidden ball.
　This time, that was the Ninth Forbidden Curse.

''Huh...............You ask people to do things, tomorrow might be a storm.
It's not a good idea. It's not a good idea to have a good idea of what to do with it. The three of us need to join forces to win that thing.
Huh. I agree.
Hey... we've been together as the last eight funeral blades, and now you're looking good for the first time.
This might be the first day we've ever had an opinion on anything.
That's the irony of this day, isn't it?

　The three members of the End No. 8 Funeral Blade all raise their swords at once.

''For the sake of our Doomsday Empress, we will definitely return to fulfill our purpose.
I know.
I don't want you to die, Robis.
"So do you, Raggedy.

　As if to give him a pep talk, Raggedy taps his other companion on the shoulder.

'Just make sure you do it right today, Erstadt.
The word...
Hmm?
I'll just give it back to you in its entirety.

　Raggedy rolls his eyes.
　Then he laughed.

'Haha!　I'm telling you!　Okay, I'll--

　The three of them get into a fighting stance.

Let's go, boys.

　--Zschuh--

..........

　I pulled the blood-filled youkai sword out of the mass of flesh.
　Thanks to the lazy conversations of the remaining Endo Eight Funeral Blade, the youkai must have been quite sharp now.

　I wouldn't scoff at their compassion for their friends.

　With both long swords and swords in my hands, I tilted my head and my head snapped.

''Well........''

　I said, in a voice so chilled I doubted it was my own.



'Have you said your goodbyes yet?'