Roy using the Carnivorous Beast
Her outstretched white fingers fired a jab into Roy’s throat whilst he faced upward. His welling nausea and respiration intercepted, ache and suffocation assaulted Roy’s small frame.
However, Ram’s terrifying essence lay in the lack of charm of not slackening her hand here.
Ram: [Fula.]
The blade of wind generated in the space of her hand seizing his windpipe, the honed sharpness arrested Roy’s slim throat straight-on, and with nowhere for him to run, Roy’s throat was mercilessly slashed away from his body――,
Roy: [――This~, won’t go!]
In that instant, the wind slash julienned, and Roy’s head spurted blood as though having burst open.
However, reach Roy’s life it would not, for he had reconstructed the Carnivorous Beast, Beli Heinelga, proprietor of sturdy skin, to whom not a single sword pierced from the thousand lunged into him by the garrison in order to seize the brutal criminal.
Roy using the Leaper, who gained his power from Od Lagna, and Ram doesn't hesitate despite the shock of her attack failing and her being teleported
Ram dilated her eyes at the unforeseen outcome, and in that juncture, whilst she remained stanced to aim at his throat, Roy forced her along with him as he instantly shifted to the skies above the battlefield―― ‘twas the power of warp movement belonging to the Leaper, Dorkell.
One certain day, having attained a supernatural power by connecting via Od Lagna as though an abrupt divine oracle, the Leaper became a destroyer of order, utilizing that power to assassinate a great number of influential individuals of power. That warp movement indicated no signs in advance, and as Ram stiffened upon being transpierced by the unforeseen astonish, he held her down with brute force and used that interlude to conduct an evaluation of her as prey of the battlefield――,
Ram: [El Fula!]
Roy: [――Uhyi-, seriously!?]
Devoid of hesitation, she fired a gutsy spell of wind magic, to which Roy unwittingly clamored a voice of admiration.
The warp movement, without question, must have been beyond Ram’s anticipation. But she, in merely a moment, digested the shock of failing to slash Roy’s throat and the surprise from the warp movement, and instantaneously counterattacked. Such courage! Such fortitude!
Roy uses the Fist King
That blade of wind had also failed to pierce through the Carnivorous Beast’s sturdy skin. And yet, he wished to extol that prompt judgement and mobility of action. Hence, infused with the sentiment to extol it, he returned the favor with a fist strike from the Fist King, Neiji Rockhardt.
The hit from the Fist King who had smashed the heads of all kinds of warriors on the Gladiator Island, upon being inundated by it, Ram’s slender body would be turned to a pulpy squash―― vanished.
Ram: [Did you lose sight of Ram? What a useless pair of eyes you have.]
With that unpredicted voice, the supposedly vanished Ram’s presence had emerged behind him; Roy reflexively hurled a blow of the Fist King without looking, but the attack missed. As if magic, her presence had shifted to his overhead, showering him with an enzuigiri kick, and headlong towards the ground did he fall, fall, fall――.
Those three Gluttony victims were the cream of the crop, probably why Rye employed them so much. Roy also echoes Capella's notion of love
――Carnivorous Beast × Leaper × Fist King.
Suprarational individuals who had surfaced to the top even amongst all that Gluttony had eaten, but Ram’s might, technique, and clarity of heart had splendidly disposed of them, inducing Roy to feel deeply moved with emotion in sincerity and without plot.
Here, Roy had to also show something good from his side, and with this notion, he swung his legs and stood up, bent his knees, and amassed power in them to pounce at Ram.
After all――,
Roy: [Unless all strength, all capacity, all of everything is totally invested to offer up as hospitality, it can’t be called love, can it now~!]
Meili: [――That way of thinking, it’s identical to something I’ve heard somewhere, and I really hate i~t.]
Roy uses the Snow Vallum, an individual whose strength allowed him to halt an avalanche unaided
Roy: [Hyaa~, Guiltilaw!!]
Facing Roy as he cheered in delight, a claw swipe swung down. Roy instantaneously countered it with the power of the Snow Vallum, Tislow. The body exceeding norms, regarded in legend for having intercepted and restrained an avalanche unaided, interdicted the plunging robust limbs of the Witchbeast straight-on, latching a grapple in successive order from the right foreleg, then the left foreleg.
Then, giving it his all, he sought to twist off both of the Guiltilaw’s legs―― when in an instant, his eyes met with pale crimson pupils wielding a wand that had slipped below the Witchbeast’s length of legs.
Roy: [Truly, the greatest――]
Ram: [Fula.]
His forehead showered with bullets of wind disallowing him from even speaking, he was blown away by a tail whip from the Guiltilaw. Repelled a great distance, whilst skiing the ground with his tiptoes, Roy lifted his countenance.
Roy paralyzed an attacking pack of Wolgarm with a curse ballad of the Blightlove Troubadour, turned his bitewounds into bloody blades with the magic of the Bloodweeping Oni, and used the resulting witchbeast corpses to fuel the spell of the Lord of Phantasmal Rainbows
Those were eyes saturated red belonging to black dogs wolfing down their prey, fangs bared in truculence―― conceived with the power of magic and a profusion of curses teeming in their bodies, a pack of Ulgarm.
The pack of demon dogs mercilessly impaled the body of Gluttony with their fangs and tore it apart. Much to irony, the end of Roy Alphard, who commanded the name of Bizarre Eating per his pleasure, was as feed for inclement Witchbeasts――,
Roy: [Aa~AA~aa~AA~a~――]
The Witchbeasts’ movements came to a petrified halt from the sudden voice of song emanating from Roy’s throat.
The pack of savage dogs stood motionless, and Roy gently caressed the head of one that was biting at his neck―― the subsequent instant, the blood spouting from the mouth of his wounds writhed out, taking the form of blades, slashing the Witchbeasts incapable of escaping, julienning them to skewers, and creating a choir of death wails.
Roy: [There we go~.]
Awakening his body lento, Roy stood up, unveiling his body in an ostentatious debut.
Bite wounds from the demon dogs engraved throughout his body, the blood gushing from them turned to blades with a gleaming sheen, suspending the pack of black dogs as if they were fruit growing on the branch of a fruit tree, and reduced them to carcasses.
A co-starring of dreams between the curse ballad of the Blightlove Troubadour, Notah, who travelled and chanted anti-nationalist songs across landscapes, and the magician who had been unable to manipulate anything save for his own sanguine ichor, the Bloodweeping Oni, Advan. Furthermore, he materialized the magic technique of the Lord of Phantasmal Rainbows, Matclyma Jordan, who had plotted to overthrow the Holy Kingdom by utilizing the residual Mana from the remains of perished Witchbeasts; with the carcasses serving as their chrysalis, butterflies hued in a spectra of rainbow emerged and started to flutter about as they danced in Roy’s perimeter.
The butterflies, eclosing as many as the number of corpses, flitted, fluttered, and flittered――,
Roy: [Ta~dah.]
――Snow Vallum × Blightlove Troubadour × Bloodweeping Oni × Lord of Phantasmal Rainbows.
Flam and Grassis, as previously said, are experts in the Flow Method, having been taught by Carol and Grimm
Strikes pincering his chest and back, Heinkel collapsed, unable to do a thing.
Carol and Grimm―― they were the servant couple that had long served the Astrea Family, and the kicks delivered by their twin granddaughters, who had received an initiation into the Flow Method, were lethal weapons that completely disregarded their youth.
The Flow Method makes even a child's body as strong as steel. Heinkel hasn't even properly mastered the Flow Method despite being over three times older than the twins, he couldn't perfect the many constantly-used subconscious techniques of first-rate warriors. Flam and Grassis' Flow Method is far superior, and they can easily read Heinkel's imprecise swordplay
As Heinkel stood upon such an unstable foundation, the twins showed him no mercy. No hesitation.
Circulating the Flow Method through their bodies, the arms and legs of the girls had become as strong as steel, and so receiving a flurry of their strikes, it was akin to being out under a downpour of a rain of iron.
Above and below, left and right, ahead and behind, met with the incessant onslaught of Flam and Grassis’s perfectly coordinated opposition, Heinkel protected his vital points with his sword, and could not do anything save for keeping up the defensive as he was showered with blows.
――The Flow Method, come to think of it, Heinkel had failed to properly master that too.
Even though he was given well-reasoned and thorough instruction on the many combat techniques that first-rate swordsmen and warriors were always subconsciously performing, Heinkel had been unable to perfect them for the purposes of actual battle.
Were Flam and Grassis really still just twelve years old? Even though he had spent more than twice their age in time, Heinkel’s Flow Method was nowhere near the level of those two girls.
If Heinkel resigned himself to it being a matter of natural talent, would the hundred things that anguished him perhaps decrease by one?
Heinkel: [*******, shit…!]
Swinging his sword in a show of force, the twins, coordinating through a mere exchange of gazes, swiftly evaded it. His imprecise swordsmanship accurately read, he was struck in all the weak points on his elbows, sides, and neck.
His bones creaked, and the mouth that had only coughed up gastric juices until now, now flowed with droplets of blood. As soon as he unintentionally looked downwards, the twins executed a somersault as if they had been waiting for him, their kicks launching right up into his mug.
Heinkel is sturdy
Likely, the cause of the sisters’ confusion was the fact that Heinkel was still standing.
In a matter of a dozen seconds, Heinkel had been thoroughly beaten up. His clothes were covered in mud, and his unkempt face was lavishly soiled by a dripping nosebleed.
However, Heinkel had not been defeated. Consciousness unceasing, his eyes remained open. Based on their reactions, this was unbelievable to Flam and Grassis.
Heinkel: [Haah, haa… hk.]
But alas, the endurance that had astonished those twins, was of no pride to him whatsoever.
The twins decide to go all-out, kicking a chunk of earth at Heinkel, vanishing, and striking both of his sides. They buried their fists in his torso, shattering Heinkel's ribs, but Heinkel grabbed their arms. His sturdiness let him withstand the storm of steel from the twins hitting him, then he lifted them uo to slam them into the ground
Flam: [Esteemed Family Head, prepare yourself.]
Grassis: [I will hit you with everything that I have.]
Perhaps seeing it as their perfunctory strikes having backfired, it was evident that the twins’ resolve was being sharpened.
In accordance with their declaration, a blow utilizing all of their bodies’ might was likely imminent. And after he conjectured so, Flam and Grassis kicked off the ground, speeding directly towards Heinkel. ――No, not directly.
Flam & Grassis: [Ryahh!!]
Voice and movements overlapping, the twins dug into the ground with their legs, and kicked it up in front of him. Shrouding his entire field of vision, the excavated earth made its approach.
With a swing of his sword, Heinkel cleaved it in twain. Neither was it a person, nor a life. If it was merely an object, Heinkel would not think twice about cutting it down.
However, beyond the bisected earth, the sight cleaved open was bereft of the figures of Flam and Grassis.
Instead, the twins pincered Heinkel from left and right, and with the greatest amount of acceleration thus far, mercilessly thrust into both Heinkel’s flanks.
Heinkel: [――Goh.]
Without exaggeration, there had been enough might to bury the fists of the twins up to the wrists into Heinkel.
Shattering Heinkel’s ribs, the blows landed a direct strike on the organs contained within. As copious amounts of blood spurted from his mouth with tremendous force, Heinkel was on the verge of fainting.
But, faint he did not. He held his ground. He held his ground, and not only that―― gritting his teeth and swivelling his body, he seized the arms of the sisters that had thrust into him.
Flam: [――Ah.]
Grassis: [This is bad.]
At the pain of their wrists being tightly squeezed, Flam and Grassis grimaced.
Then, the two of them used their arms opposite the ones that Heinkel had seized, as well their free legs, to barrage Heinkel with attacks, striking him like a tempest of steel, but Heinkel did not release their arms.
It was not something he had desired. Even so, the one and only thing in which Heinkel assuredly surpassed most other people was this towering sturdiness, and the best way to make use of it, was probably this.
Even while being showered in blows, he grabbed his opponents. ――As a disgrace to swordsmen, it was an unrefined, uncouth counterattack, one most fitting for Heinkel Astrea.
Heinkel: [――AAHHHHHH!!]
Sullied by a nosebleed, his face was swollen from all of the beating it had endured; Heinkel swung both his arms overhead, and vigorously moved to pummel the twins in his grasp down into the ground.
That instant, Heinkel forgot the fact that his opponents were children, that they were people who served his family, and that they were the granddaughters of Carol and Grimm, whom he had known ever since his own birth. ――No, it was not that he had forgotten; he had merely shut his eyes to it, and so staking it all, he slammed the two of them down to the ground――,
The spell of the Lord of Phantasmal Rainbows creates butterflies that are the same rainbow magic as Julius' spiritual arts
With corpses as chrysalides, their metamorphosis fueled by life’s last embers, butterflies of rainbow eclosed―― the spell devised by the Lord of Phantasmal Rainbows, was by no means something that constructed new life.
These butterflies had merely been shaped in such a form, and contrary to being a construction of life, their essence was that of death made manifest.
Roy: [This was also Nii-sama’s trump card, wasn’t it~? Magic of rainbow spectra.]
Amidst the devoured Memories, a throbbing sensation arose as he delightfully recollected a sword clad in a rainbow aurora―― fundamentally, the special technique deployed by the Finest of Knights was of the same ilk as the rainbow butterflies.
That which the Finest made manifest through his talents and the powers of his contracted Spirits, the Lord of Phantasmal Rainbows conjured in exchange for the dried up dregs of life, such was the entirety of the matter.
The butterflies' explosion can obliterate anything, unraveling the very structure of whatever they contact. Despite seeing it for the first time, Ram and Meili immediately chose the optimal solution, triggering the butterflies at a distance
Butterflies of death that would entirely obliterate anything they made contact with; Roy’s smile giving the cue, around twenty of them surged towards Ram and Meili in unison.
Faced with the oncoming threat, Ram and Meili instantly moved in perfect sync.
Meili: [Ram-oneesan!]
Ram: [That is not how you are to address me.]
Meili: [I go~t it, Madam!]
Following a moderately serious exchange, Meili, sat astride the Guiltilaw, advanced. Then, patting the back of the jet-black Witchbeast, she prompted it to wield its mighty arms, forcing nearby trees to come crashing down.
As destructive roars sounded from the falling trees, Ram dashed to their now-vacant position and crouched, her wand extended straight ahead――,
Ram: [El Fula.]
The surging gale savagely blew the severed trees, hurling them crashing into the kaleidoscope. Striking true, they smashed through the butterflies scattering scales of death, triggering an aurora of prismatic explosions that lit up the sky.
Roy: [Kuu~~ hk!]
The optimum solution, cognizing it as such, Roy repeatedly stomped his feet, unable to bear his shuddering.
The rainbow-hued butterflies riddled with devastating might capable of unraveling the very structure of almost anything could have been designated as Fire Magic Stones that would spell the end upon a single touch. In exchange for their extensive destructive power, they were limited to just one shot before being used up―― detonating and dismantling them through application of obstacles was the strategy guaranteeing the utmost safety.
Yet, for them to counter it whilst witnessing it for the very first time left Roy astonished.
Roy: [Ho~we~ve~r!!]
For the butterflies to have been exterminated in such a manner would have only left the Lord of Phantasmal Rainbows sobbing in his grave.
Using that explosion as a cover, Roy warped behind them and sought to kill the Guiltilaw, while surviving butterflies homed-in. But Meili was now riding a Hungry Horse King, who destroyed the butterflies with fire
The butterflies he had sent into a direct charge vanished in a rainbow-hued explosion, but detouring around the dazzling explosion, the surviving five butterflies swiveled wide and aimed for Ram and the others.
What was more was that it was not just the butterflies this time, but Roy as well used the power of the Leaper to charge in their direction. Thereupon, with the burly arms of the Snow Vallum, he aimed to pound the Guiltilaw to death first.
――Lord of Phantasmal Rainbows × Leaper × Snow Vallum.
An inescapable three-pronged assault mercilessly detonated upon Ram’s group; a flashing aurora smokescreen blocking their front, the surviving rainbow butterflies flanking both sides, and Roy warping into position at their rear―― that instant, the sound of a crying child slashed Roy’s eardrums.
???: [――――GAGYAGYA-GAGYAAAH.]
The piercing shrill unbecoming of a battlefield momentarily pilfered Roy of his thoughts, and before his eyes, baying the cries of an infant was a blasphemously molded Witchbeast that ought to be deigned a failed creation of god―― it brandished two spears ablaze forged of bone, incinerating the encircling rainbow-hued butterflies in one fiery sweep altogether.
An explosion of aurora blossomed yet again, and with hair waving due to the shockwave, Roy laid eyes upon the grotesque being who had advented before him, the Hungry Horse King, only supposed to be present in the below-ground of the sand sea.
Meili: [It was a lot of trouble, bringing it alo~ng.]
Cranium constructed with an enormous horn, and a torso akin to a human trunk accoutred with a gigantic mouth, holding them up was an inordinately large build of a horse, far too distorted and repellent to be called a chimera of human and horse. ――This Hungry Horse King had now become Meili’s mount, having exchanged places with the Guiltilaw.
The King Pig appeared behind Roy and punched him into the air. Roy skidded, stopped himself with one hand, and acrobatically stuck the landing to reposition himself. Roy's opponents have been teleporting
Doltero: [――What, looking dumb as a pig, you.]
The proprietor of the voice who had appeared right behind him, his giant knuckles punched right through Roy’s petite frame.
Roy: [――Hk-.]
His back pounded, Roy’s body was shot into flight above the heads of the Hungry Horse King and Meili. Outdistancing even the erupting aurora, Roy skidded across the ground, halted his momentum with one hand piercing the ground, and stuck the landing whilst twisting his body, his acrobatic movements to reposition himself forcing the enemy to abandon pursuit.
In his field of view, Roy captured Meili, astraddle the Hungry Horse King, a giant pigman garbed in a black suit who had appeared beside them, and finally, Ram, who was now positioned in a definitively separate locus from before. ――The arrival of a new enemy, and the tactic of inexplicably instantaneous positional substitution; these were resurfacing a possibility which was supposed to have been relinquished.
Gaston stopped Heinkel from slamming the twins into the ground by punching him in the mug
Gaston: [――If you’re also a father, then don’t go laying your hands on kids!!]
Audible there was a thick, anger-blazed voice, and sounds of the vehement impact that followed―― at the edge of his vision, he could see Heinkel, grasping the twin girls with both his arms, basking in a fist square to the face.
Delivering that fervent blow was a large man, present within the Memories belonging to Roy―― as expected, it was someone who was not supposed to have been here the moment the battle broke out, Gaston.
Heinkel: [――――]
Walloped right in the face, Heinkel toppled over backwards, allowing the twins to just barely escape peril.
Whether Roy’s provocation had proved effective or not, Heinkel appeared to have been on the verge of success, but his counterattack was abruptly crushed at its inception.
The one employing the Authority of Tristitia, Compression, was not Clind. It was Petra, declaring herself a Witch, who had been intervening in both battles
It was not Clind. In both Roy’s clash against Ram and Meili, and the battle where Heinkel was being pummeled by the twins, someone had intervened with perfect timing.
Whilst overlooking this all-out war, they had continuously employed an Authority to reconstruct the situation.
That was――,
Roy: [――Petra-chan, since when did you become a Sin Archbishop?]
???: [Now that’s just extremely slanderous. If you’re going to call me something disreputable, then call me this.]
With those words, having dominated the battlefield through an Authority, the playmaker harboring a Witch Factor―― Petra Leyte placed her hand over her chest, and stuck her tongue out with a “behhhh”.
Then, she declared――,
Petra: [――The Witch of Tristitia, Petra Leyte.]
