Tate no Yuusha no Nariagari:Web Chapter 329

Gleipnir Rope

“Well, I don’t hate such rotten strategies, but it’d lessen the entertainment, so I’ll stop with the hostages. Be grateful.” (Naofumi)

I feel a little refreshed, but I’ll enjoy that later.

Otherwise it just stinks of villainy.

“Besides, I also feel like I should get serious soon.” (Naofumi)

As expected, it’s quite useful.

Although I wasn’t able to use it seriously when Ren and the others were my opponents.

I invoke the Fenrir Rod’s special ability, Gleipnir Rope.

Chains manifest from the ground with Witch as their designated target.

“Sto―” (Tact)

I bind up Tact as well, who was still putting on an act.

It might be that the damage from before hadn’t quite faded, but I was able to bind him easily.

“Argh… my power...” (Tact)

“Ah, I don’t think those chains will come apart so easily.” (Naofumi)

The effect duration of Gleipnir Rope depends on the user’s magic.

In my world, these chains were used to bind the famous god-killing wolf.

It’d be a disgrace if it was easily torn apart.

“Ku… how about this!” (Tact)

Tact deploys the shield he stole from me with a frustrated countenance.

The shield is, judging from its appearance, the Wrath Shield.

I suppose he should be angry enough towards me.

I’ll have to be wary of Blutopfer and Iron Maiden.

I don’t know if he’ll get any negative effects, but I suppose I’d have the advantage if he does use them?

No, dominating him with attacks would be safer.

“Right, I’ll make an allowance then. Take it…. properly. Otherwise it’ll hit the women behind you, you know?” (Naofumi)

Tact turns towards the women who couldn’t move due to fear, and then glares at me with eyes full of frantic determination to protect them.

Right right, that’s the expression I wanted to see.

The face of you – who stole the lives of Atlas, the Queen, Granny, the villagers, the Allied forces, and the other people I have relationships with – stained with hatred.

“Don’t glare like that. You still haven’t suffered enough.” (Naofumi)

I finish charging and fire my Skill again.

“Fenrir Force V!” (Naofumi)

This time I foresee the recoil, and without putting my spirit into it, I anticipate that he would probably be able to endure it, and fire.

A thick beam fires towards the tied up Tact from the tip of the cane.

“Gu….” (Tact)

Oh, that’s only to be expected of the shield stolen from me.

It seems the women behind Tact haven’t received any damage at all.

But how was Tact, who had to bear the full brunt of it all?

“Uguuuu…..” (Tact)

“Ah, I forgot. The legendary cane I’m holding is called Fenrir Rod. Its special ability is something called Rebellion Against God. Its effects are…” (Naofumi)

This is something that was established when I first obtained the cane and sparred with Ren and the others.

Fohl had a measure for my attack and didn’t take much damage, but Ren and the others were different.

I was told it hurt more than they anticipated.

Rebellion Against God’s effect must be that when a Seven Star Weapon attacks a Four Saint Weapon, the power increases.

Well thinking about it normally, a weapon whose ability rises when against the Four Saints is impossible based on the laws of the world.

There wasn’t any other weapon with the same skill, and the Spirit of the Cane might have lent the power to fight against the stolen shield.

In other words, I felt it was like a special, only for now kind of thing.

In reality, the Fenrir rod was a item.

“You probably used the shield because you anticipated its high defense, but the damage you incur will rise with that shield, you know?” (Naofumi)

Of course, the shield itself has a high defense, so there would be no problem if it was me.

The beam shoots for 5 seconds and stops.

There, emitting smoke throughout his body, is a worn-out Tact who is out of breath and barely managing to stand.

It seems Tact incurred a befitting amount of damage from taking Fenrir Force’s beam.

“Gu….u…” (Tact)

“Oi, oi. Don’t collapse yet. I’m still not satisfied yet, and we’ve got to continue playing until Fohl comes.” (Naofumi)

It kind of feels like bullying.

But I feel like doing what I like, so it can’t be helped.

Because I’ve been eagerly awaiting this moment since the day we fought Houou and lost Atlas.

“P-protect Tact! Everyone!” (Woman)

The women come to their senses and at an earnest-looking, different colored female knight-like fellow’s supreme command, and they ready their rifles.

Is that it? Or rather, is there nothing else?

Or so I thought, but they also start casting ritual magic.

It looks like they are thinking somewhat.

With me alone, you can’t stop me no matter how much you try.

Of course, this sort of thing was part of our expectations.

I feel quite nostalgic, but I experienced pain firsthand when I first had that duel with Motoyasu.

When this sort of fellow gets in a pinch, he composedly pulls off a cowardly attack despite in a fair and square fight.

So naturally, we have considered the enemy’s followers attacking and supporting.

We only provoked Tact to begin with, so we’ve assembled tactics with the assumption it’d be a few versus many.

Fortunately, the ones high-leveled enough to be a threat are fighting Raphtalia and the others, so I can take it easy.

I feel like some of them could be reliable allies.

“SHOOT-!” (Woman)

The women aim their rifles at me and pull the triggers.

Gunshots resound throughout the surroundings.

But…. in the middle of that, I deploy the defensive measures I had planned.

In an instant, lead balls come flying towards me.

Because it’s the marksmanship of rifles fired by level 250 users, they demonstrate an ability that wouldn’t lose even to the rifles from my world.

Well… I’ve never seen an actual gun in my own world though.

The women probably believed their attacks hit me.

In reality, they showed the faces of those trying to protect their comrade mixed with a hint of impatience.

I wonder why they didn’t understand, given their expressions, but it’s not something I care about.

I’ll trample over that kind of thinking.

The bullets that tried to penetrate me.

….Those bullets all hit Tact.

“Guhaa!” (Tact)

“Wha―” (Woman)

The women become speechless and drop their rifles.

“Wh-why….” (Woman)

“Oh dear… what are you doing? You guys are merciless.” (Naofumi)

I rile them up with a smile.

“Why did our bullets hit Tact!?” (Woman)

Right, I…. used the techniques I thought out with Atlas, [Collect] and [Wall], to change the trajectory of the bullets the women fired and deliver them to Tact.

Originally, [Collect] was very effective for formless attacks such as magic attacks.

Solid bullets were difficult. However, the current me can do it.

After that, I made use of [Wall] and had the bullets ricochet to hit Tact.

“How is it, Tact? The taste of the bullets fired by your own women, some of whom are even level 250.” (Naofumi)

“H-how dare you! How dare you make us shoot Tact!?” (Woman)

The woman repeatedly hurls abuse at me in a fit of rage.

I’m in a good mood.

….For me to be in a good mood due to this sort of thing, I’ve also changed.

If the old me was flooded by women screaming jeers in my original world, it probably wouldn’t be strange for him to want to cry.

It can also be taken as me getting stronger, but it’s questionable whether this is a good or bad thing.

“As if I care. Or rather, what are you preaching about justice for when you guys used the cowardly tactic of outnumbering us?” (Naofumi)

At my reply, the woman is taken aback and sinks into silence as if she came to her senses.

As expected, she probably understood that she had been lacking reason.

“I’m nice, so I’ll cast recovery magic on Tact. Dreifach Heal.” (Naofumi)

Casting Revelation is a pain.

My Heal must have been effective; Tact’s glare strengthens and he bites his lips.

“Now then, we’re still continuing. Try putting up with it.” (Naofumi)

In the middle of my talking, lightning rains down from the sky.

If I’m not mistaken, it is the ritual magic, Judgement.

With their levels all above 250 and enough people to cast Choral Magic, they fire.

They converge the power of Judgement so that it won’t hit Tact.

“You’re pretty obstinate.” (Naofumi)

Half mixed with a sigh, I deploy my mirrors in the sky.

“Sto―” (Woman)

Oh? There were several people who realized.

But it’s too late.

“Go to hell with this!” (Woman)

Thunder roars and Judgement rains down towards me.

I adjust the angle of reflection.

Ah…. as I expected, the strength is high.

One of the mirrors breaks.

However the second one is fine, and successfully reflects in accordance with my predictions.

“Guhaa!” (Tact)

“Tact!?” (Woman)

“What are you doing!? This guy… seems to have… the power to direct all our attacks to hit Tact.” (Woman)

The women stare at the tattered Tact while lost for words.

Among them were some who tried to run up and stop it.

“Hmm… how is it? The taste of the magic your own comrades fired.” (Naofumi)

Even if it’s bad, I have no obligation to take it.

Or rather, who am I fighting?

I was meant to be fighting Tact, but I’m fighting his followers before I know it.

As far as it goes, Tact had prepared the shield, so it seems he didn’t receive that much damage. But even so, it’s only at this level, huh?

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