The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

The inhabitants of the village will often pass by, going down a path that is not paved but that does not grow much grass.

The sun is inhibited by the growing trees and dim in the woods.

In the meantime, it is more spiritually tiring than you can imagine to proceed with care of beasts, snakes and insects, not just demons.

I'm quite used to it, but it should be pretty hard for a novice, Miss Francesca.

You were right not to bring him in, after all. It makes me feel a little more comfortable that I didn't make the wrong decision.

"I've come a long way, but I can't find it."

"Right."

Wipe the sweat seeping through your forehead with the sleeves of your clothes.

Health is still fine, but acting in the woods is faster than expected.

I just want to find the pig I want (Oak).

When I just stop and breathe, I walk out again.

We got to where the villagers taught us, but Oak wasn't there.

Have you changed your domicile or disappeared from this forest?

Well, it must be the former, he said.

If we don't have enemies that threaten our own lives, that village is not a bad hunting ground.

Because it makes it easier to get food.

I don't think it's easy to let go of such a hunting ground.

And...

"Black oak. You got a prediction?

'Well. Commander Pig (High Oak) or General (Oak General)? Neither of them live on the continent of Imnesia.'

In the first place, if it's one of them, it's out of my hands.

A high oak might do something about it, but I'm a little unsure.

I'm overloaded with generals on my own.

Besides, both of them are Arbenelm... the existence of a continent inhabited by demons.

Should we still consider it a new species - a subspecies or a variant?

I have a problem with that when I can easily give birth to a pom.

"Maybe the effect of crusading the demon gods is having some effect on the world"

"... right"

Were you thinking of something similar, Elmenhilde put the same idea into words.

Demon Crusade.

I guess that's what this world needed. If you believe the words of the goddess (Astraela).

A demon god who tried to destroy the world.

Summoned from different worlds, fought to return to the original world, and to save this world.

But it was the goddess, the spiritual god, and the three-pillar god of the demon god who created this world.

The Goddess has light and man, the Spirit God has beast and earth, and the Demon God has darkness and demons. Each is supposedly created.

I don't know how far it's true, but it's an interesting story.

If that were the truth, we would have killed a pillar of God created in this world.

A hero, but a great sinner. I can tell you it's an evil deed that can't be cursed forever.

But this world blessed us by saying we were god killers.

If it's a game or a story, end it by crusading the demon gods trying to destroy the world. Happy endings. The brave man and the princess married and lived happily ever after.

Maybe that's good.

But this is a reality, not a game or an obsession.

The world continues even after crusading the demon gods, and people must live.

A three-pillar god who created the world.

No one knows in what way the effect of crusading that God will be manifested.

Maybe a goddess or spiritual god who let us crusade the demon god would know.

"Just get it over with, I want to go home"

"Again..."

"I hope you're a medal. I'm walking, I'm scratching sweat, I'm hot, I'm sloppy."

"You're complaining all the time - get more tempered"

As for Elmen Hilde, I suppose he would say that the Crusade of Demons is also the true masterpiece of weapons.

I kind of feel like I have a more motivated voice about 20% than usual.

But as far as I'm concerned, it's just reconnaissance.

I am going to go back once I confirm the black oak, so I feel relaxed.

I mean, as usual.

Well, if you're in the mood to find an oak, I'll give you a little temper.

Again, I sigh to see if I should walk off the beast path and down the road without a path.

Demons basically don't step into people's realms.

villages, towns and streets made by people.

I understand they're crusading me when I get close, so I don't come close.

But once they leave the realm of man, they come close to the demon dwelling (Sumika), and the demons immediately strip their fangs.

Like Miss Francesca the other day.

"Well, what should we do?"

Remove the medal from your pocket and play.

Pin, and make a dry noise and Elmenhilde circles in a circle, grabbing it with his right hand.

Above the open palm, back.

"I wonder which way to go"

'You didn't decide...'

He smiled bitterly at Ermenhilde's groaning voice and decided to move on to the back of the woods where the grass and trees flourished.

Scratch the gutters and bushes and proceed.

"Range, at your feet."

When I did so, I noticed the stuff that Elmenhilde was falling to the ground.

As always, he's a sensitive partner to falling objects.

Pick up the hardware that was falling at your feet. It wasn't money. I feel a little sorry for myself.

It was the belt clasp that was falling off. It's too unnatural as an object falling in the woods.

Is it something that Orcs attacked humans and got?

With that in mind, drop your hips.

Close your nose to the leaves near where you picked up the hardware.

"Smells"

"You smell like oak?

"Oh. The smell of their fluid is unique."

Damn, I mourn myself for getting used to all this stuff.

It's not Elmen Hilde, but I laugh bitterly thinking so.

If you're not used to it, you can't travel in the first place. I can't do adventurers or anything like that.

Goblin habits, how to hunt cobolts, and the smell of oak.

Lots of other knowledge needed to fight demons.

Skills not needed in modern society were acquired in this world.

I don't think that's a bad idea.

Journey with your partner (Ermenhilde) is fun.

I hope you don't mind chasing demons like this.

Enjoy the scenery while collecting herbs and relax.

I yearn for such a life.

Even so, I'm after the oak now.

What a life.

"Focus."

"I know."

Tighten your attention to Elmen Hilde's voice.

I hate fighting, but seriously, I'm not alarmed.

Because human life, before the power of demons, is an object that easily disappears.

"Mickey."

A little further from there, at the end of his gaze… a place open to the fact that it is in the deep woods.

A bunch of orcs knocked down the trees, made them, their settlements.

There were eleven orcs just visible.

... Too many.

There were three of them.

It poisons me so much in my heart, but it doesn't change the reality.

Skin colours are the same as real pigs. But he walked on two legs, equipped with hipsters like trousers, and each got his own gain in his hand.

The face is what we call a pig in our world, and the voice is Buhibhi.

It's strange that we're communicating with that one.

Well, I guess the human language is also a language I wouldn't understand if I turned it into a demon.

Some of those oaks have weapons taken from humans, while others have wooden sticks like marutai.

Swords, hammers, and some bows.

Equipment varies, but body making is mostly common.

Body length is around two meters. My skin is buoyant like an obese body.

The arms are about the size of a human child's body, and the fact that a human man has a sword in one hand, like he has in both hands, tells us that there are definite muscles underneath his buoyant skin.

This body is in trouble.

It seems soft and the fruit, underneath the skin, resides considerable muscles.

I know for sure there is a lot of fat and a fair amount of strain on the legs that support that weight.

But the fat doesn't get the blade to the muscles, it prevents it.

The safest way for proximity jobs to hunt orcs is to crush their legs and take their mobility.

After that, use a spear or a bow.

Slow legs are also caused by the fat.

The upper body is so grown, I can say the lower body is rather degenerative.

Orcs are such an unbalanced species.

"That's a lot."

"Too many."

Rather than that, how did you get so far in the herd?

Demons do flock, but I haven't seen that many orcs flock this far.

With that in mind, divert your gaze from the orc population.

Looking for black oak.

Eleven oaks are also a threat, but I wanted to check the black oak on the case.

Because this could be the cause of the orcs swarming so far.

- There he is.

Whisper.

Black oak.

Oak with darkened skin appearance. That's all.

But there was clearly something heterogeneous about it.

Eleven orcs work, but black orcs do nothing.

Not a commander pig (high oak). But Nanica with an atmosphere close to it.

That's the first impression.

"You know what I'm talking about?

'Don't look at it the first time. I didn't see it when I was crusading demons. "

"Right."

I thought I was just forgetting, but Ermenhilde had the same opinion.

I've never seen it. That's the answer.

I didn't expect to find a new breed of demons in these rural woods.

Life, I really don't know what it is.

As far as I'm concerned, I'd rather live in peace.

"Do you want to stay here?

"... right"

What to do. Ask yourself.

It's easy to tailor here, but after tailoring those black oaks, what will happen to the other oaks?

That black oak is clearly the commander type.

I think it is a being that holds this group together.

Then why don't you crush that head?

A human would retreat in confusion. A group is brittle in addition to the thought of being smashed in the head.

Maybe they'll come at me in confusion.

Few people can act that far.

But if it's a demon?

Run to the back of the woods, fight the Commander's enemies, or run wild and attack the village.

As far as I'm concerned, I want you to run, but that'll be a little difficult.

"I don't know what to do."

As it is, the situation in that village is hopeless.

If this group of orcs attacked the village, devastation would not be spared.

This is the level at which a platoon of trained troops moves, including eleven oaks.

An 11-member detachment of about three, roughly thirty-five, is a platoon in this world.

I can tell you that you need about three or four ordinary soldiers to crusade one oak.

If it's just one, it's not a threat, but the demons in the herd are extremely troublesome.

With a magician, the strategy would change, but a general soldier who can't use magic can say that's about as much power difference.

A skilled adventurer would stand around better, but if he still hunts safely, he often fights two-on-one.

"Retreat once."

"... Mm."

Ermenhilde's confused voice.

I guess you thought we were going to fight a fight here and tail that black oak.

I thought so too, but it's risky.

More importantly, I can't use my God-killing powers (cheats) as I am now.

With a single iron knife on the boulder, that oak is too dangerous.

I think so and stay low and lag behind.

and -.

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…………

The black oak overlapped with the gaze.

There's a distance, maybe it was my fault.

Deny the idea immediately. That orc noticed me. I noticed it and ignored it.

Indeed, from those eyes, I felt intelligence.

You didn't recognize me as a threat and you missed it.

"Oh, shit, Elmen Hilde"

What is it?

"He's a tough guy. He's smart."

I just got my eye on it.

But instead of being attacked or alarmed, he ignored me.

There's no way I didn't notice. I think so. I can be sure.

My eyes met, so I could understand just a little bit of that black oak.

That's why I found it troublesome. I understood it was dangerous.

Ignoring it means being able to identify a threat to you and an existence that isn't.

You can't leave that black oak alone.

That was cultivated in the two years of the Demon Crusade, my guess.

A smart demon is a pain in the ass.

It's normal to trap, take hostages, poke weaknesses.

I'll do anything to win. That's what it is.

Honestly, it's harder to fight than just a strong demon coming from the front. That's it.

"Back to the village. It's an ops meeting."

"In the first place, it would be a delicate place for that girl to become a fighter."

"Best."

I would also like to turn to the men of the village for help, but it would be difficult to deal with the orcs just to the villagers.

Even trained soldiers, demons are a threat.

It's just too heavy for a villager, even an oak that thinks I'm a miscellaneous fish.

As it stands, is it about Miss Francesca who can use witchcraft?

The magician is also a newcomer with little (or no) experience in action.

All I get is a sigh.

"I hate trouble. So I didn't want to crusade the demons."

'Cause I was confused by the colored incense...... ha'

I can't help it.

That chest and uplift would be against the rules.

Or a regular oak would be fine. If it's a regular oak.

Looking back, there is no chase from the black oak.

If you'll ignore me, I'd appreciate it.

My liver chilled for a moment saying if I had to deal with twelve, including black oak, when I was noticed, but if you could miss it, let's run.

Humiliation missed by pigs (orcs)?

Better than dying.

There is certainly a battle you can't retreat from, but this is not the case.

Elmen Hilde understands the neighborhood, too, and says nothing to the choices that are likely to win.

I won't tell you, but I feel a little busy.

Because it's weirdly priceless, he said.

Stroke the abyss of medals in your pocket with your fingers.

"I didn't expect us to turn our backs when we crusaded the demon gods... lamentable"

"Better than dying."

"... it's the hardest part to get an honest argument thrown up in the range"

I'm gonna cry, you son of a bitch.

In the end, there was no chase until we went through the woods.