Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de - 363 And I hear he's out.

Even while we’re doing that, the war goes on.

The wider the range of destruction, the more places the enemy soldiers sprang up, and so they began to become glued, albeit slightly, to the successive flocks of golems and gargoyles.

The soldiers of the Expeditionary Army are sure to eliminate the outpouring enemies with their trained movements, but the number of soldiers who really don’t have a chill in the outpouring and are sent backwards due to injuries and fatigue begins to increase.

Lianya herself had joined in slaughtering enemy soldiers on the front line, taking command, but her expression was in the middle of the battle and she looked somewhere unfloating.

“Lenya, are you not feeling well?

Instantly dropping the neck and feathers of a gargoyle that flew in with a loose blade, Lenya stopped her sword-wielding hand and tilted her heart and neck to Sion, who asked as she stepped on and smashed the body slammed to the ground.

The gargoyle attacked from behind it is turned into two pieces by an abundance of speeds that you can’t even see your hands pulling out, crashing against the floor and shattering it, but Lianya’s face is still dark.

“I can’t help but feel a little different.”

The blade released was already delivered to the sheath of the lower back when Lianya said that strangely, and from Sion’s eyes, it doesn’t look bad at all.

Even so, Lianya’s expression never clears up, and I’m really worried about it.

“Are you tired? I’ve flown that battleship so far, I can’t help it… but if it is, I’d better rest a little behind me.”

“It’s not like that.”

The answered Lianya stretches her right hand forwards.

When Zion was attached and looked at you, a fairly sized golem slowly appeared out of a hole wide open by continuing to destroy the Demon King’s Castle.

The movement stops when the golem tries to wave its arm down to where the soldiers who were around him are retreating while holding the golem down, raising a warning voice.

When things went wrong immediately, I thought that in front of the soldiers who stopped retreating, they were trembling in small pieces as if they had been stopped from moving by something, and suddenly the body of the golem began to shake as if they had been gripped by some invisible palm, and I wondered if there had been cracks everywhere, and I rolled down to the floor as if it were just a stone’s throw in front of the soldiers who were being taken lightly and kept staring.

“I don’t have a problem with magic.”

Apparently, he manipulated the atmosphere with the magic of, and the pressure alone crushed the golem, pulling his right hand back in front of him, which Lianya was offering, and said that repeatedly, gently gripping and opening it several times.

Theon had to grin bitterly at Lotus Yay, who said there was no problem, while easily causing a phenomenon that obviously no ordinary sorcerer was likely to be able to do, but if it was in its normal state when it came to magic, I don’t know what Lotus Yay was worried about.

“Something like this… waving a knife doesn’t stick… you know what I mean? I feel like I’m wrong somewhere and I can’t help it?

“Yeah, it always looks the same to me, doesn’t it?

While explaining, Lianya cuts one after the other to the walls of the Demon King’s Castle under the residency guidelines as she pulls out the knife of her hips.

The wall of Demon King’s Castle, cut into the blade, is sawdust and cut in as if it were a lie that it was made of stone, and it collapses into a blur, but if you look at the motion of Lianya doing it, you have no idea what Lianya cares about in Zion.

Instead, I just keep an eye out for Lotus Ya’s skill in chopping down stone walls so easily, and if this makes me say I’m not feeling well, Lotus Ya has cut stone walls so easily that I even think swordsmen from all over the world will lose their jobs.

“This is not what you think. I feel like I can’t help it.”

Did you even think it would look like Zion, Lotus Yaya slowly, still delivers a knife that pulls off into the sheath of her hips while letting the blade make the sound of cutting the wind?

I couldn’t really believe that Lianya cared about something just because the behavior was probably smooth enough to tell it was hundreds and thousands of repetitive and seemingly unpleasant and seemingly unpleasant as a shown Scion.

But Zion gazes at the moment Lotus Ya tries to pull out the knife again from the state of the Nana knife, feeling something that caught him slightly.

That’s because it didn’t look like he pulled out the knife at that fast speed, but it looked like he fell out in the middle of the operation from when Lianya put her hand on the pattern until she pulled out the knife.

“Ah? That? Now, Lianya, how did you pull the knife out?

“How is this normal…”

It is so easy to suspect that the thick neck of the approaching golem is made of clay that it shows a smooth cut and is cut away.

After swinging the sword back into the sheath as if there was no resistance whatsoever, Lianya slowly gripped the pattern with her right hand so that once she let go of her hand from the pattern it looked Scion, and slowly pulled it out as if she noticed something.

Unlike the speed with which he left it to his previous arm forces and so forth to pull out, Lotus Yaya’s knife pulling, which seemed to put little or no force into his arms and so on, has accidentally returned to the position of a naked knife when Shion blinks, reminding him of the illusion that only that time has fallen out, in front of Shion’s eyes who stared still.

“Huh? Did you just pull it out?

“I see. This is it.”

It’s like Lotus Ya convinced me of something, but if I try from Zion, it just looks like Lotus Ya tried to pull out the knife and delivered the knife straight into the sheath.

By the side of Scion, who I think is convinced of what the hell, Golem’s body, which had been skipped in the neck earlier and stopped moving, was torn to the side in a single letter in the torso area.

Shion looks at Golem’s body splitting up and down, showing a slicing surface so smooth that he wonders if there was a cut there from the start, and turns his eyes as if he doesn’t understand when and at what time Lianya let that blow go.

“I was supposed to be your grandfather in that world.”

When I wonder if the warnings of the soldiers have been raised, a few gargoyles fly in from overhead to reach Lotus, and all of them attack Lotus Ya, whether they recognize Lotus Ya as a strong enemy.

In front of Shion, who put his hand on the knife for interception, Lotus Ya slowly put his hand on the knife pattern, and still began to walk slowly as well.

In that unusual move, Zion, who tried to speak up, breathes in the eyes of the gargoyles attacking him from the head and the Lotus Yaya movement to pull out the sword accordingly.

Although gargoyles are beings made of witchcraft, they are beings with some intelligence, and they can somewhat think and act on their own under the command of the Creator.

Naturally, if an enemy attacks you, you should be able to defend it or try to avoid it, but the gargoyle slowly pulled out the knife and didn’t try to escape the slaughter of Lotus Yayo, who runs the blade into space.

All of that was as if they were going into the blade of Lianya themselves. The gargoyles became the form of being attacked by Lianya, and the sight of the gargoyles, who had their torso truncated like the previous golem, crashed to the floor as it was momentum, crushing and scattering with its impact, spread around Lianya just letting the blade rotate overhead.

“It’s not a bad idea to pull out quickly with your arm and body twisting.”

The person you cut is originally just a stone statue.

There is no such thing as blood or fat on the blade, but Lotus Yashi put the knife into the sheath in the same relaxed motion as when he gently waved the knife.

“You mean the discomfort was attached to the knife pull because I remembered the skill since it was getting hard… I just thought the mating was over, but I didn’t know it was enough. Well, once you reproduce it, you just have to slowly get used to your current body.”

“Sorry, Lenya. I have no idea what Lenya’s talking about.”

“Remembering the old days means good and bad.”

As a result of his battle with Karen, his resemblance, Lianya has recovered his experience with combat he had before coming to this world.

It was Lianya who felt some discomfort shortly after the experience returned with regard to the difference between that experience and the experience cultivated in this world, and intended to make a mating about it, but apparently it was still not enough if I put my feet on the ground and became a stage to fight.

“A technique that wields a knife outside the perception of a particular opponent. I was also wearing some strange skills.”

Lianya thought that the technique of slipping actions such as a knife pull or an attack into a gap in someone’s perception was probably the technique she had knitted to fight as a swordsman even though her physical abilities began to diminish somewhat around the end of her previous life.

A one-on-one battle is a technology that would exert its power in twelve minutes, but when this becomes a battle against a warlike majority, it doesn’t make much sense for someone else to recognize it, even if it slips into a gap in someone’s perception.

Furthermore, Lianya’s current physical abilities are in peak condition, and if she continues to evolve from it, it would not have been necessary, but the more drawers she can use, the better.

“There won’t be more than one demon king. Doesn’t mean I can’t use it at all.”

“It doesn’t matter what I’m convinced to do alone, Lenya.”

Scion bends his mouth to the letter to against Laughing Lotus Ya.

From behind those two, there was a shadow slowly approaching with white, shining feathers winged.

“Both of you, it’s time for your fate to come out.”

“Kirier… not Giriel. Looks like you’re not even gonna hide it anymore.”

It was not the traveller’s costume that floated puffily behind Mita Lotus, with a pale and slight light from his entire body, but Gilliel dressed in a pure white piercing coat.

It has already explained its existence with regard to some, but it has not been explained to the entire Expeditionary Army, and among the soldiers there may be a voice of surprise at its appearance floating behind Lianya.

“What is it about? I’m Gilliel. The Guardian Angel descended here, struck by the way you fight the Demon King.”

“That’s fine with that setting, but I guess you’re working properly, huh?

“A little thanks, Mr. Lianya. I have a position, too.”

Gilliel drooped her hands and feet sloppily and dropped her shoulders disappointingly.

Lianya asks only what she needs to do, without having to take Gilliel’s word for it like that.

“Is this the Demon King?

“Yeah, right. I wonder if they had to come out of the castle because they were so ruined and their power was cut off.”

Looking over, indeed, Demon King Castle had been dismantled quite extensively from the part where the battleship had penetrated, turning it into a mountain of goodness.

The space already secured is large enough even if a dozen dragons were gathered and twisted, and Demon King Castle is about to lose its function as a castle.

“It’s a trust from an angel! The demon king is coming! Prepare the brave men!

“God treated me. I’m a little happy for myself.”

“That’s easy, Gilliel…”

Hearing the contents of the instructions that Lianya had flown, she stares at Gilliel, who gladly twirls herself, with all the slightly cooled eyes of Zion.

“The Demon King is coming! Get the soldiers back! Request the brave men to step forward!

“Pull the engineers, too! No one would be happy to get involved and die!

Without stagnation as the waves draw, those who were on the front line descend backwards as instructed.

As soon as the soldiers were lowered, the soldiers on the Demon King’s side that were still there came forward, but this is immediately terminated by ranged attacks by the soldiers’ bows and arrows and stone-throwing.

“That’s something you’ve done terribly. You can’t pay for your sins with all your lives.”

Eventually one shadow appears loosely from the side of the Imperial Castle, which is gone of those who come out.

The figure, who spoke so often in a passing voice to the Expeditionary Army as if the hustle and bustle of the battle had been lies until then, turned his feathery black cloak from his shoulders and scorned the Expeditionary Army with hatred with his dark purple eyes.