Because the Exiled Magic Swordsman Was Actually the Pillar (Physical) of the Party, the Heroines of the Hero Cling to It Belatedly.

Chapter 317

Because the Exiled Magic Swordsman Was Actually the Pillar (Physical) of the Party, the Heroines of the Hero Cling to It Belatedly.

A how-to-make harem fantasy of magic swordsman Cleon.Daily from 2:00 to 3:00 + Saturday limited edition at 2:00 PM! It’s okay if you just read the rice cake scene, so please have a good time.Because the writer is writing while going to the company, lately there are a lot of small tardiness. I’m really sorry…!

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Chapter 317 – The Fire of Life

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“Gather, the grace of confrontation! Become God’s people with hymns! Fast Golemancy!”

After Peruluca’s short chant, light burst out from her fingertips and from the magic book she was holding.

Wilderness- Stone and earth rose in a whirlwind, as if drawn by the chant, and took the form of a dwarf.

He was similar in height to the dwarf Edin, but his body was thin, and he felt more like a child.

When a total of 5 mud golems rose up, one on each of her fingers her, even if the perfection was sloppy, when Peruluca’s hand her moved, she quickly jumped on the ground and rushed to grab Edin’s body of.

Groups of golems jumping towards each limb.

However, Edin turns around at the precise timing, like a machine, and swings her hammer to unleash mighty power even with those short limbs.

Bang! Bang! With a cheerful sound, it shattered the golem in two in an instant as it charged toward her arm her, which would have prevented her from swinging her hammer.

As mud and stones exploded in the air, if the view was blocked for a moment.

Also, if the golem ended up clinging to her back and legs her.

Not missing the chance, Amelia and Gray charged at the same time.

The connection between the two was neatly connected, as if they had been breathing together for a long time.

Amelia’s hammer, swung aiming to separate Mjolnir.

When her ice hammer is swung at her left shoulder her, Edin naturally uses Mjolnir to block it.

And meanwhile, Gray lowers her head and burrows between Amelia and Edin, aiming for her empty left flank her to block Amelia’s attack.

Wrapped in a blackout suit, a murderous kick that accelerated at high speed was about to explode on Edin’s torso.

Even if Amelia’s strength her was strengthened by borrowing the power of the hammer’s essence, it would be difficult to overcome Edin’s strength her, which was gradually strengthened by Mjolnir.

After a brief confrontation, Kaang! A shard of ice bounced with a high-pitched sound, and Amelia’s hammer bounced off.

Edin’s arm broke off as he deflected Amelia.

The moment his eyes met Gray’s, Gray felt goose bumps run down his spine his.

It was because Edin’s blue-eyed eyes moved to her legs as they were.

Gray’s kick went clean.

A dull sound resounded, as if hitting a stout giant tree.

Of course, it is impossible to damage him with ordinary kicks.

Immediately, Gray’s magic had to flow towards Edin along the stem of magic flowing on the surface of the suit.

Then, an explosion will come from the inside of her armor, which will do a lot of damage to him.

However, just before the flow of magical power reached Edin, Mjolnir, which had deflected Amelia’s hammer, was struck directly at Gray’s leg her.

[Gray! Step back!]

Hermes’ order to retreat was simulated up to that point, but it was too late for that.

It was the same with stepping back in an instant from the position with one leg out, but Edin’s movement did not have the slightest worry or stiffness caused by pain.

That’s why, if Mjolnir touches Gray’s leg-

Quaang! With a clatter, something like lightning fell from the sky and struck Mjolnir—and Gray’s leg beneath it with precision.

“Gray!”

As Amelia’s screaming voice rang out, her eyes filled with flashes of light, and she could not see anything.

The next moment, thinking she heard the sound of her horse’s hooves, Freyja charged at breakneck speed, using the Gungnir in her hand to launch her lance charge.

Edin succeeded in blocking the tip of the spear by raising his hammer against the unexpected attack.

He couldn’t handle the tremendous kinetic energy, and he was pushed back and rolled on the ground.

“Grey! Are you okay!?”

“Gwa, it’s okay. It’s like a shield protecting me…”

Fortunately, Gray’s leg was spared with the help of Cassius’ long-range shield.

The shield itself was shattered, and it didn’t completely remove the damage, but my legs went numb.

“Aaaaa!”

It was then that the roar of the gladiators could be heard as they ran like beasts leaving a trail of flame on the surface.

Aiming at Edin, who had flown backwards, he unleashed a twin swords dance.

Each time it swung, its traces remained in flames.

Left shoulder, right waist, both thighs, right knee, left ear, top of the head, abdomen, and the wrist holding the hammer with an accelerated blow by rotating the body again.

Combining strikes are carried out with the intention of killing each one, and are done in order to end the life heavily and accurately.

No matter how fast the movement was, her afterimage her and the trail of her sword her remained, and when she was surrounded by a film of flame, her body she became a whirlpool of flames and swords.

However, if she was a whirlwind of flame, Edin’s power her was a solid rock that knew no bounds.

She does n’t have the agility of a moose in him, and it’s impossible to block all of her attacks in her.

That was impossible even for Edin now, when Mjolnir’s power was fully exerted.

If that’s the case, you only need to block attacks that shouldn’t hit.

Just like a machine, I followed the path of the sword and placed Mjolnir on its tip.

From her shoulders her to her knees, her parietal and abdomen, and her wrists her.

After blocking all vital parts necessary to maintain life and remaining parts to wield the hammer.

Moose involuntarily swallowed his breath.

It wasn’t that battles were alternately given opportunities for action like a card game.

If the opponent discovered that it was a gap created after an onslaught, he could reverse the offense and defense by entering through the gap.

If it was a fighter who was skilled in battle like Edin, if it was the end of an attack that he had just poured all his strength into.

It wasn’t that difficult to find the gap and stab it.

The lightning hammer swings.

Instead of blood, lava burst out.

Rolling on the ground is a body that has lost control and lost its strength.

The voices of the noisy girls were heard.

The head that fell off the body gradually lost its connection with the life of the flame controlled by the original body – the heart, and disappeared as ashes.

The spark of life was blown out once and then extinguished.

Gather the remaining embers and set this body on fire once again.

To stand up and fight again and again, to stand up and run again and again.

A body for an eternal struggle that may be a curse or a blessing.

How many deaths and rebirths must it have already been?

Obviously, he would have wanted a fight in which he could feel the joy of battle even if blood splashed and his body his was smashed.

However, a battle with an opponent in front of him did not bring such pleasure to Moose.

The feeling of fighting a scarecrow that is never seen to suffer and is constantly reviving.

What he wants is the anger, despair, pleasure, and pain that arise from battle.

To feel right in front of the enemy who expresses such things, and to wield such things in one’s own sword.

Moose Sprite.

Now, the only remaining legendary fighter in the flame arena.

Living flame- No, it would be wrong to say that they are alive because they are undead.

As the flame itself moving with her will her, the only desire left for her is to create the heat of battle.

Anyone who gets in the way of that is her enemy her.

Fighting opponents and enemies are different.

For her her, her fight partner her could be her friend her, her rival, or her co-worker her.

The other fighters who had been beheading each other in the arena were her opponents.

However, now that the arena, the hometown of killing and dying with battle cries is gone.

If this is what the fight promised to remain for her is like, there is no need to exist miserably.

A fragment of Sutter’s sword ‘Levatein’, taken from the arena that was destroyed by the Lord of Thunder’s fortress.

The Goddess of Death or the half-sage called this wedge.

It was said that by using the power of the wedge, the fortress of the dwarf dwarves could be destroyed, so I did.

However, using that power significantly consumes the remaining spark of life within her.

The sense of omnipotence I felt from just one use, but if the cost is half of my lifespan—

The sight she returns to, unable to clear her constantly stressful head of her.

Then, her body her completely regenerated, before her head her exploded, as if she had gone back in time.

It revived her consciousness of her, with her hair entwined in the flames of her raging wrath of her.

“Aaaaa!!!!”

“What, what!?”

A roar erupted that echoed in the heads of others far away and chilled their hearts.

As for what he was angry about, of course it was the trashy fights of the damn dwarves.

At the same time, it was himself who hesitated to use power because he was obsessed with life span.

Perhaps because of repeated sparring her with her her scarecrows her, like lukewarm water for a year, the temperature of the remaining fighter’s soul within her her has also dropped.

“That thing… It’s not hot at all!!!”

I picked up the shard of Levatein that was hanging around her neck with her chain wrapped around it.

She knows how to use it, and when it is lodged in the heart that contains her her embers her, she can become a fighter of flames that burns everything just like Sutter himself, and can annihilate enemies in front of her eyes her .

I will trample you, I will tear you to death.

By that time, as long as I could see you crying, I wouldn’t mind using all the remaining members in my heart.

“Sutter, fill this body and ashes… Into a vessel!”

A dagger held high- When the light that fills the sky in a world without a sun is obscured by your hand and your dagger.

It seemed to tell them that their end had arrived.

And- the moment he tried to drive that hand, the wedge dagger into his heart.

“Uwaahah…!”

Somewhere, I heard a voice that sounded like someone’s scream.

It was from afar, but Moose’s hand stopped when he felt it slowly approaching, and so did the other party.

At the same time, he felt the ground shake and tremble.

“What, what!? Is it an earthquake!?”

“Hey, do earthquakes occur even within the realm!?”

When both Gray and Amelia stumbled in panic, Edin, who had blown away the moose, put his hand her on her ground with a puzzled expression, probably knowing that there was no way an earthquake would occur in his area of ​​her.

It was said that it was to find the origin of this shaking, but that was wrong.

The next moment, what came out of the ground with a huge explosion was-

It had two horns like saw blades, sharp enough to cut through anything it touched like paper.

The black shiny surface of the carapace was like well-tempered black iron, making it difficult to penetrate with any sophisticated weapon.

The wings, which vibrate hundreds of times per second, were made of several thin layers.

His sparkling eyes his gazed only at the high sky, and his unshakable will his was imbued with it.

And as it pops out of the ground.

Edin, who was holding her ground, was severed with her own horn.

Neatly, cutting her body in half.

The inside of his body she must have already undergone elementalization, and the Thunder Lord didn’t shed a single drop of blood when he was cut off.

Faced with an empty end, he dropped Mjolnir with an expression of disbelief.

“Deer, bug…?”

Amelia’s voice rang out.

She looked like a huge black monster, but no matter how she looked at it, she only looked like the stag beetle she knew.

If there was a problem- the size was huge enough to be three times Edin’s.

“Uh-“

Gray was the first to open his mouth.

For her, what appeared before her eyes her.

Looking at all that front of her, and looking at the figure riding behind it.

He shouted the name of the stag beetle.

“Utgart!? Sif!?”

It was none other than a survivor from another realm who gave Edin, the formidable enemy who harassed the party until the end.

It was Utgart, a man-eating stag beetle that the party sacrificed themselves to enter the fortress to save Amelia.

Even Sif, who had been thought to have died in a fall after entrusting Gungnir to Gray, jumped out of the ground while riding on Utgart’s back, slightly dusty.

“Sorry for the delay! Helping him escape!”

As Sif brushed off the dust from his body, he tapped Utgart’s back with his with the back of his hand.

“So? What happened to Edin? Has he already been defeated?”

“I would like you to tell me that there are scenes where I can play an active role. At best, this is how I got my hands on power. I have to show Cleon-sama this majesty.]

Such Utgart, Sif, and the others staring at the dead body of Edin, who was split in half, hardened like a stone on the ground.

“…Why, why? Isn’t it too late?”

[Your expression is absurd. As if he saw a ghost.]

“It’s not like that, but it’s really like that! Uh, what happened!? I thought that Utgart and Sif were dead! And what!? The size of that gigantic! It looks like it’s about 10 times bigger than before!”

At Gray’s words, Utgart folded his buzzing wings and landed on the ground.

[It’s long to talk about, actually, I’m in the state of receiving Anansi-sama’s protection-]

“Yeah, it’s a really long story, so let’s stop for now. So? Where’s Edin?”

As Sif chuckled and pressed Utgart’s head back to the group, Amelia quietly raised her finger and pointed to what was Edin rolling on the ground.

“…”

[Hmm, come to think of it, it seems that when it came out of the ground, it cut something slightly different from the soil on the ground…]

Silent Sif, and Utgart looking at it and analyzing the situation.

“That’s ridiculous…”

As Freyja said, he let go of the power he was holding in Gungnir and sat down on the ground.

Peruluca was exhausted as well, so he let out a sigh of relief.

In the meantime, Cassius picked up the fallen Mjolnir and used his last remaining strength to imprison it in the small realm sealing barrier to prevent it from going wild any further.

“…Anyway, does this defeat the Thunder Lord? Mjolnir has been retrieved… All that remains is to find Mr. Cleon.”

Sif and Utgart looked at Cassius as he murmured.

“Where’s Cleon gone?”

[Where did Cleon go?]

A person and a bird pushing in and asking questions at the same time.

Cassius slipped back as if Utgart, which had become a stag beetle on a gigantic scale, was burdensome.

“We have to talk about that part too, so please wait a little bit. For now-“

The one side where Cassius’ gaze fell a little.

Sitting on the ground with a blank expression.

With one hand holding a wedge dagger, I turned to the moose who was looking this way.

“What-“

And, as her mouth opened, her voice her burst out.

“What’s this!!!!”

Flames as bright as the sun burst out and shot up to the sky.

What was burned was not her life, it was nonsense.

Because the Exiled Magic Swordsman Was Actually the Pillar (Physical) of the Party, the Heroines of the Hero Cling to It Belatedly.

A how-to-make harem fantasy of magic swordsman Cleon.Daily from 2:00 to 3:00 + Saturday limited edition at 2:00 PM! It’s okay if you just read the rice cake scene, so please have a good time.Because the writer is writing while going to the company, lately there are a lot of small tardiness. I’m really sorry…!

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