Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

"Gee... no..."

Should it be called a boulder that didn't scream?

Because the cleavage was too sharp, the slashed arm swept through the universe, finally falling to the floor with a burrito, and blood erupted from the cutting surface.

Even the slaughtered arm, with a hateful gaze, the Demon clan stares at Lian Ya, but Lian Ya does not go through with such things.

Even if it isn't, I can't help but worry about what's going on with the party-split rear guard.

If you were a little frightened by a blow in there, there's no story that won't stick there.

The blow fired at the neck is diverted and diverted, and the blow cut into pieces is removed from the midst of the demon clan only after shallow capture of the chest plate.

The demons could roar in front of Lianya, who tried to put in a further pursuit.

The voice is not merely magnitude, but creates pressure that contains magic, and steps on if Lianya was about to move into pursuit.

In that meagre amount of time, the Demons took a great deal of time and retreated to the wall.

Will it disperse in any way, Lianya remembers with slight hope?

In a sorcery meeting, I know I lost.

The blow was put in because Lianyi didn't know why, but only because the Demons were surprised to say that the sword had dispelled the magic of the wind and the fact that it had been dispelled.

So to speak, it's not a blow you put in for, it's a lucky hit with overlapping luck.

Connected to that lucky hit, I tried to convolute it all at once, but two shots of the chase were sent away.

In other words, not a single strike has yet hit the target.

As it is, Lianya feels that this shows the high level of physical ability of the other demon clan.

Of course, I didn't have time to be surprised or lost even though I had only a few, so it was hard to say that it was an attack that had outdone all power by 10%, but I didn't want to continue any more fighting where I was honest with the Demons who lost one arm and showed their high abilities.

If you prolong, you'll only be disadvantaged for what you prolong.

I have a feeling about that.

The lucky thing is to say that a blow that you could have accidentally said you had entered has cut off the demon's arm.

It is important that the blood continues to flow from wounds that were opened larger than that, although the opponent did not know which.

Bleeding stays intact and leads to loss of strength, lack of concentration.

"Ki... you..."

Lianya's imagination is betrayed lightly, wondering if she would even say one of her grudges to the words squeezed out by the pain.

"Whoa, you have something interesting.... where did you get it?

I didn't know what you were referring to, Lotus Ya, when you said it, but soon I realized that it was referring to my own sword, which I had demolished and showed my witchcraft.

"You take precedence over your own physical concerns."

If Lianya said so by seeping through the tremors, the Demons laughed low, trying to rattle the back of their throats.

The lack of much power in that laugh was a reassuring material for Lianya.

Without a doubt, the wounds on his arms are cutting away the health of the Demon clan.

"I don't care about getting my arm cut off or anything. It's more than that. It's your weapon. Destroyed magic, huh? That's not normal."

"I don't know that. This guy got it in a deal from a traveling merchant. Look for him if you want to know where he's going."

While the Demons would not be able to find a traveler or anything on a people's continent, Lianya takes the paper out of her trouser pockets and wipes herself.

I was concerned about the fat that was slightly clinging to me when I cut the alien human form.

A swinging blade quickly and accurately did not allow either blood or fat to adhere to most of them on the body, but still somewhat.

Without alarm, Lianya slowly wiped herself while trying not to take her gaze off the Demon Clan, sprinkling the finished paper on the floor unwrought.

"Well, I think it's a lot of hurt, but are you still willing to do it?

I wish you would have left, but the answer was not what I expected.

"Of course I did. I'm not gonna get hurt like this."

Is it a strength, Lianya was surprised, but immediately dismisses the idea.

There was not enough knowledge of the Demons to say at all, but perhaps they are much better at both intellectual and physical abilities than people.

At the moment, I'm supposed to be losing a fair amount of blood, but there's no sign that the Demons have turned pale.

Even if there is pain in his face, his eyes are poured into the sword of Lianya.

"He's a pain in the ass..."

In front of Lianya, who shrugged, the Demons tried to pick up their own arms that had been slashed and fell.

Before that hand reaches his arm, Lianya unleashes an unchanging activated < small flare bullet >, also with a parallel activation, twenty rounds, on a rolling arm.

Before being picked up by the Demon Clan, its arm, which the sorcery had landed on, was broiled and black-covered by the sorcery of fire, though weak.

"Do terrible things. That's my arm, right?

The Demons don't look too concerned when they say they got their arms burned in front of them.

"If they pick it up and stick it together, I can't stop."

Sticking together were words that were meant to be jokes as Lianya, but the devil's reply was that the joke didn't work as a joke.

"Ho, that's a good guess. I can't help what I've been burned. Do you want to grow?"

What do you want me to say? This guy and Lianya thought it was between us.

The blood flowing out of the severed surface of the arm where the Demon Clan was drooling just with a little force in his slashed arm stops.

Eventually, I wondered if some of the cutting surfaces were raised, and as I looked at it, it grew and took the form of an arm before it was slashed.

The demons laughed after shaking their regenerated arms gently to see how they were doing.

"That's good."

Although the regenerated arms differ slightly lighter in color than the original skin, there is no difference between the burnt arms and the shape.

Perhaps there is nothing worse than performance.

"Lizard or Planaria, you..."

Lianya throws up and throws up because she doesn't want to believe the sight that happened in front of her.

It's a nightmare or a bad joke if you try from a swordsman, such as what you slash plays in just a few hours.

The amount of blood lost, strength, etc. is probably decreasing, but it's not as easy to fight as if you don't have one arm.

This is not talked about to the extent of cutting the ends, all we need is a blow that leads to fatality.

Deliver your torso to the sheath as you consider your next blow.

A half-breed blow won't hold you back.

"No, compared to lizards, you're rude to lizards"

Does that sound provocative, Lianya thinks?

Releasing now increases your chances of success as long as your opponent is not calm.

If you get too much blood up your head, on the contrary, this time you have an increased chance of failing, but it is desirable to have a climb of blood that narrows your horizons considerably.

Play the clasp of the sword belt hard and remove the sheath from your hips.

Relative to the Demons on the right half of his body, he drops his hips slightly.

Grasp the sheath with your left hand, accompany the pattern with your right hand, and twist your body to the left to make a tame.

"Next time I'll slash you so you don't rot... don't move there."

Kick the ground with your left foot at the same time as your word butt.

The demon clan does not even try to escape from the advancing Lianya while remaining on the brink of a knife draw.

Perhaps in an earlier offense, he decided that Lotus Yaki's slaughter was an avoidable one.

The idea was something that Lianya would agree with.

Even if I slash it normally, it's dodged enough at my current rate.

If so, we'll have to release an unusual slaughter.

Step in with your right foot and hitch the left foot of your kicking foot.

So Lianya let go of the kick where she would otherwise kick the ground with her left foot and fill the time, with the speed at which her left foot was pinched.

Of course, it's not in time for my legs to arrive yet.

A piece of paper that Lianya had earlier wiped her body and dumped on the floor covered the vision of the demon clan, which could not have attempted to make sense of the left foot that swung in the sky.

"I'm blind! Be smart!"

The demon clan can roar off the dancing piece of paper with one right arm.

Even if he was deprived of his vision for a moment, if it was to the extent of Lianya's attack earlier, there should have been no obstacle to transferring.

Beyond the paper, though, if Lianya is about to make a normal attack.

What the Demons saw beyond the excepted pieces of paper was the appearance of Lianya in a state of complete turning her back on herself.

The demonic reaction was delayed again without understanding the meaning of its defenseless appearance.

Lotus Yashi, who kicked with his left foot and danced up a piece of paper, turned his back against the Demon Clan as he rotated his right toe 180 as a fulcrum before his foot landed.

At the same time, it is a stone to the next attack.

Now he kicked the floor with his right leg and stuffed his way in with the Demon Clan with his back turned, Lianya poked the Demon clan's abdomen at the tip of the sheath held in his left hand without even turning around.

Speaking of demons, they are all living beings, and if they poke their abdomen hard without any preparation, they will hold their breath.

If you hold your breath, naturally, the movement stops, and it remains a gap.

Acknowledging a definite feeling in the hand holding the sheath, Lianya pulled the knife without looking back.

He slashed his body from the right shoulder of the halted demon clan in reverse.

The slaughter, released in combination with two centrifugal forces: a sheath run at the time of knife extraction and a half revolution at the time of turning, was sucked into the shoulder mouth of the Demon clan, and when its clothes, flesh and bones were brought together and cleaved, only the head, left arm and part of the upper body were cut off to the ground.

No eyes even on the rest of the body, which erupts blood and falls, and Lianya immediately drops her neck as she approaches the torso of the one with her head on it.

Somewhere, once he stuck a knife between the brows of his neck with a decent look on his face, he stabbed a definite stop, and then saw that there was no sign of the rest of his body moving either, and that was when Lianya finally spewed out the air that had accumulated in his lungs deeply.