Chapter 193: Demonic Sword Colvaz (1)

Thunder pours. Flash jumps in. Burning all of that to ashes, only simply advancing. A powerful weapon. Too powerful seeming cheat. In fact Niekawa has no skill to endure Alter and the princess’s fierce attack. Natural, however much trained he is a student of a peaceful era. There is no logic of winning against those who have polished techniques to fight. But Niekawa is alive. That is only simply ’because the performance of the sword named Colvaz is tremendous’. Not because the man named Niekawa Kazuki is an excellent warrior. The flames released burn to ashes all and every thing. That surpasses even the fence of combustible and incombustible, even the surrounding atmosphere and the sun’s light. The flames are black is simple and clear. Because the instant light touches burns away without reflecting. These flames by burning are producing darkness. If these flames hit directly whatever resistance is meaningless. Whether light or darkness would equally turn to ash. Yes, if hitting directly. Since the other party also understands this sword’s danger there is no way approaching that easily. On top of that. Every time swinging the sword he feels being shaved gari-gari. "Gagu. o, ooooo!"

Almost leaking a voice of suffering at dizziness and nausea he shouts manly as if crushing that. "For only a human doing well. But only that. That is not a thing able to swing for a long time."

Alter’s words are correct. While shouting Niekawa was desperately driving away the scenery passing the mind from the head. Every time swinging the sword and burning away Alter and the slut’s attacks the brain starts observing another universe not here. A burning star. Among the satellites revolving as if following that someone in a maid outfit wrapping lightning and flames was looking this way. Ah, wanted to replenish the flame spirits who care for that lord, smiling. Now abandon that body and become living flame good. Colvaz’s sword rumbled as if tempting. Frightening. Seeing scenery he should not know, someone’s voice he has never met ringing, and more than anything. Because he almost gets charmed by the voice whispering abandon the human body. Even though what he should hold thinking normally is terror he ends up being drawn. That is scary. But. "What about that...!"

Biting teeth, while scattering flames one step forward. He should have understood this sword is a repulsive thing, should have known not a proper weapon. Then endure, put spirit, put out guts. The man named Niekawa Kazuki cannot win against Sacred, let alone the enemy’s combatants in skill or physical ability. Cannot win in the body. Technique also the same. There is no way student-level swordsmanship the likes reaches outside-human existences. Therefore should leave to those who can fight. (Ah, a completely correct logic.)

He will not deny that logic itself. Putting one who cannot fight in front is out of the question, and abusing one who can fight because a woman is beyond words. Therefore the man named Niekawa Kazuki should be falling back. He understands in the head. But. "...In the middle of women getting hurt and collapsing tremble in the rear? Don’t screw around...!"

He somehow hated resigning to the position of cannot fight. He understands Saber and Knight are existences for fighting. Because they have talent and the result of training without relying on that. Even so. Because he thought wanting to move at that kind of time Niekawa has trained both mind and body. Of course this is his own logic. There is no way he can carelessly swing that and pull Sacred’s feet. Precisely because of that even while thinking frustrating he did not go forward. But now there is power in the right hand. The sword named Colvaz pulled the man named Niekawa from a weak one only pulling feet to an existence able to fight. Feeling and power already in this hand. Then there is no logic of not moving. Burn the heart. Hot, hot, so as not to lose to the flames overflowing from the sword. "Light or darkness, what do I care clever...! I stretch this hand as I wish, as I seek...!"

"’Heat ray, burn.’ ...The mouth only seems skilled."

Light pours from the sky. Even from Niekawa’s eyes the power has declined from the magic until just now. (Fatigued? ...No, wrong...!)

He thrusts the sword overhead. Flames spread like an umbrella and burn to ashes the light pouring from the sky. Niekawa Kazuki is only a human. Therefore remaining a weak one except the flames released from the sword. Then what is necessary is not the power of one shot but duration. If Sacred, let alone even Monster Villain level an attack that would end with light injury is a fatal wound for Niekawa. Precisely because of that he must maintain the flames to prevent. As a result Niekawa’s mind is being shaved more and more. Starting to be dealt with. The sword named Colvaz. No, the man named Niekawa only holding a special weapon Alter was starting to see through. "Holding a special weapon, thought matching me with that degree? Fool."

"...A... still... still!"

Like the brain is being shaved by a shaved-ice machine. Pain of being shaved and hazy consciousness. From the path named Colvaz a evil god living in a far distant universe peeks this way and is laughing seeing the figure of Niekawa struggling. The more he understands that the terror almost going crazy overflows from the bottom of the chest and does not stop. But no problem. The head painful as if splitting, a repulsive scenery projected in the brain, the auditory hallucination of the evil god’s laughter ringing without ceasing. Only that. Not that the body became unable to move. Not that the body is being forcibly controlled either, still can fight! Therefore this kind of thing twist down with spirit and guts...! "Still. Still, still, still...! If stopping with this degree from the start not standing in this place...!"

"However much you endure no problem. Now, your turn Princess."

"Ufufu. Hai."

Then give physical damage that cannot be somehow with spirit and guts. By Alter’s order the princess closes. In contrast Niekawa releases additional flames from the sword. "Fufu, ufufu. Even this is Sacred, that degree of attack, think it hits?"

But because concentrating on the overhead defense that attack was a clumsy thing even from Niekawa himself. Though shooting fist-sized flames as if throwing naturally avoided. (However much endure no problem. That kind of meaning...!)

If able to defeat with the heat ray pouring from the sky fine with that. Even if prevented if becoming a posture of thrusting the sword up the torso becomes empty. The attack of the girl called princess hits. Even if both attacks prevented eroded by the sword’s compensation eventually self-destruct. Giri he bites teeth. No, still, more. If collapsing here what did he come to this place for. Unreasonable reckless fine, more and more flames. "...Not let!"

The instant he thought so a giant charged the princess at a speed like a gun. Roar. Together with a sound like a truck hitting a person the princess is blown away. That said that one blow seemed not giving any pain or itch to her. But even so succeeded in obstructing the attack. The giant who landed while shaving the ground. Adre directed his gaze to Niekawa and shouts. "Sorry not able to do much. Against power of light I seem able to do only this degree of assistance...!"

"No need to apologize! I do what I can, you also do what you can, Vigilante Adre Scale...!"

He has heard the talk that Sacred’s power is very powerful against darkness. Originally no need for Vigilante to mind, but. "Sacred Princess’s power is powerful, but not always able to fight at full power. If punching away looking for an opening even I can blow away...!"

"Understood, rely. No wait. Sacred? That slut is!?"

Even though thinking not that kind of time he involuntarily shouts. Because that, the chest and female organ are only barely hidden by a black belt. On the limbs wrapped poisonous purple metal armor, but other than that completely no-guard. Whether because everything wrapping the body is dark colors the skin’s whiteness stands out very much. Despite that the face looks like a modest young lady, gave Niekawa the impression ’originally not a person who does this kind of exposure’.