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"... you worried? Nell."
Yes. Asking next door, the brave girl shows a slight gesture of hesitation and then nods cocklessly.
"'Cause that guy... sure, he's an adventurer in the Orihalcon class (...)...?
Currently, the raids in the castle are very smooth.
I was prepared that there would be a thick welcome from soldiers to assault a royal castle of a country, but thank goodness I just don't have any hostility toward this one, and more than half of them are helping to contain the prince marchers in the castle.
Though I knew there were still some of the soldiers who remained loyal to His Majesty, but because of the difficulty in distinguishing them from the prince marching soldiers, I hadn't put them in many numbers as allies... this is a delightful miscalculation.
Perhaps it was significant that the majority of the princely dogs could be stripped from the royal castle in order to suppress the raiding operations at the main gate of the Wangdu and the armed beeping by the citizens of the Wangdu where the depression accumulated.
Well, it was Carotta herself who incited that armed bee... but if the enemy (...) can defeat it because of its beauty (...), there's no care (...).
- Use anything you can.
The same is true of our high level of combat capability, but that flexible thinking was also a major reason why Carotta was appointed Chief Commander in the field.
Even with regard to the King's rescue mission, which was the original overriding goal, that masked man, who was supposed to have gone to catch enemy surveillance personnel, had rescued His Majesty first for some reason, so the mission that seemed most difficult to navigate was completely terminated.
Saying that His Majesty is coming with me, and actually accompanying the Carottas, is a slightly more or less headache matter, but I can't help it if this happens.
As for Carotta, she said, "Run away!!" I just want to yell at you unexpectedly, but thank you. The king's determination seems firm. It would be difficult to encourage translations.
From here on out, we literally have to save our lives.
Also, yet another thing she misread a lot - the girl next door cares, the man who came earlier to attack.
As for the Adventurer Guild, I had decided that I would not at least turn to the enemy because I was completely neutral on this one and repelled to intervene... was the outlook a little sweet?
"... that masked glimpse of strength would probably make it possible to cross. Besides, if the object the mask was responsible for was the main weapon, there is no doubt that the cover would rather stand in the way, as he said."
Um, funny opposite, beautiful enough to fall in love with, a red sword with a huge single blade.
If you can swing that one, surely your allies are only in the way. Perhaps the moment I swing, I see a future where I slash every ally.
If this happens, I'll just have to leave it to him... and Nell's worries, I know very well.
I hit the mask, that man.
His face will be known to everyone if he holds a position in this country regarding combat.
His street name is - "War Freak".
Because of his ability to stick one foot in a hero, the Orihalcon Class, he cannot be banished even as an Adventurer Guild, and is one of the most powerful men he could have spared.
- Unfortunately, he was also one of the most problematic children who tried to show his face anywhere on the battlefield.
"Hoo-hoo!!"
Evade the sharp sword flashes emitted by the battle fanatics by twisting themselves slightly, waving sins in return.
Enemies who know that my slaughter is unusual and heavy will never try to take my attack from the front, but sin by recieving it with their own swords.
The sins that are removed divide the earth, and the earth splashes violently.
I try to unleash a chase from there, but I flick like a creature, and yet I am interrupted by a sword that comes at me with my neck slashed and torn, and I jump backwards with my tongue slapped and dodged.
"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, just kidding power!! Plus its quick to react!! Wonderful, mask!!
"Shut up!! Don't point that creepy trance face at me!! Goosebumps!!
Unexpectedly I stood my middle finger in the hands of the unarmed, spitting evil.
First Name: Legils
Race: Human
Class: Sword Ghost
Level: 84
HP: 2331/2331
MP: 1018/1018
Muscle strength: 704
Endurance: 703
Agility: 767
Magic: 398
Dexterity: 1122
Luck: 105
Inherent Skills: Indecision, Adversity
Skills: Swordsmanship lv7, Physical Lv4, Sovereign lv4, Crisis Sensing lv5
Title: Combat Madness, Sword Madness, Orihalcon Adventurer, Living on the Dead Line
- He's serious and strong.
I'm a little bit better at the stats, but there's a big difference in sword technology.
Two intrinsic skills, too, don't have time to look at details, but as far as the literal goes, it probably feels like dying or having an effect on the ground.
Though he and Koitsu have already slashed knots several times and so far appear to be antagonizing, he is only somehow fighting by pushing his opponent's horrible swordsmanship with the power of the Demon King.
Assuming the status difference is a little smaller, there would be a shower splashing heavily from my neck or a blade growing from my chest.
All this is true, thanks to the tough body of the Demon King. Long live the Demon King. Long live the dungeon.
I also live in the Demonic Forest and work in demon hunting quite often, so there are quite a few opportunities to fight... but let's be clear, I haven't really challenged a strong enemy before.
Of course. Because I don't like killing each other.
I encourage demon hunting because it is driven by the need to secure DP, and I don't want to go out of my way to put myself in such danger even though it's in nothing.
Besides, even when it comes to fighting strong enemies, if you're in a demonic forest, there's always my partner Lil who can count on me.
Oh, already, I want to bury my face in Lil's body hair and moff it. I want to moff like crazy ignoring the lil that comes looking at me like I'm in trouble.
Totally... unhappy. Why would I have to kill someone alone with such a creepy pervert?
This is all too, the fucking prince is bad. I will definitely kill you with my hands.
"You don't get it!! I am so in love with you!!
With the word butt, you prevent the perverted bastard's sword from sticking sin between you all at once, but because of a moment of distraction there, you eat the positive-fisted thrust released with the opposite hand with the other sword in Moro's abdomen.
"Gaffoo."
My consciousness blows up in too much blunt pain, but an enemy sword that is about to pierce my heart appears at the edge of my sight, squeezing my will and twisting around my body.
"- Oh, my God, Bokenasu!!
Using that half-turn, and no longer with nothing to stand for, just a grumpy spinning kick into a perverted motherfucker, the opponent can't get around in time to see if he's been poked in the void, and my kick sticks sharply into his shoulder.
The warrior freak who ate the Demon King's genuine kick blew up like trash as it was, hitting the royal castle wall and stopping.
"Drown!!
If I don't miss that gap, I'll instantly work out my magic, activate the magic of the dragon and unleash it on the pervert.
The pervert only stops operating for a moment due to the impact of the clash, but when he captures the dragon's jaw approaching himself in his sight, he instantly flies sideways at the rate of boulder reaction to flash it.
The detached water dragon hits the wall, the water blows up in a bash, taking away just a little of the perverted vision.
- Here, activate your unique skills soon, and you'll be finished with a single blow!
I kick the earth to the best of my power and jump in with one leg to the perverted nostalgia I avoided as I shed my magic power as I worked it out.
Even if my vision was taken away by the water and my reaction was delayed for only a moment, the pervert immediately set up an interception posture - but I beat Sin to the ground (...) at the foot in front of it.
The moment - a sudden rose from the ground, dyeing his vision bright red.
"Huh!?"
A pervert leaks a startling voice, like, unexpectedly.
This is a magic circuit that I asked Leila to assemble (...).
It pours magic into it and activates it, while at the same time emitting the namesake from its red body, burning up what has been slashed and torn.
It is possible to adjust the amount of wax generated by the amount of magic that has been poured into it, and now the dodgy wax has a moderate output.
I've been thinking about making my own magic circuit, but if you think about it, there's a Layla who's good at that, and I don't have to do it anymore, okay? So I asked her, and she wanted to try a new technique in the magic circuit that she's been researching lately, and Leila agrees.
And brilliantly, she created a circuit that meets my demands.
Still, the circuit built into the sin is one of these circuits that I named 'Red'... but the two remaining frames will also try to get Leyla to put together as soon as I can think of one.
Immediately when I let go of my hand from the sin, I set my aim with magic eyes on the other side of the standing ovation, on the heart of a combat maniac suddenly upset by the outbreak, and instantly pulled out of my hips a sole - a magical short gun (...) - was shot.
Shh, and a light sound.
Momentary lag, across the hall, some kind of blasting sound.
He's not here!
An intense crisis in which instantaneous, crisis-sensing skills are transmitted to the whole body.
When you turn your neck in the direction of that crisis, bah and straight to the side - when did you get turned around, there you have a wind hole on the side, a man of combat fanaticism.
I couldn't finish it...... Shh!!
"Hahaha!! Do it!!
Even as he spits blood out of his mouth, the man points the cutting edge of his sword straight at my dotard and releases a sharp poke.
Coming, sword.
Extreme state of death, or as if it were a comma feed, gradually approaching my eyes.
- I can't do this. Inevitable.
In accelerated instant thinking, I made that decision, almost unconsciously.
Pinch one hand in between.
- Zash, and a stabbing sword.
Running, severe pain.
So much pain that it makes me want to cry out loud.
But - feeling the pain means I'm not dead.
I'm not dead yet.
The sword the man wielded pierces one of my arms, and thanks to it slightly deviates the direction of the poke, plundering his head.
I immediately put my opposite hand in the shape of a puller - this time I set my aim firmly, releasing it in a straight line to the man's heart.
- First, the hard feel of the bone.
Then the uncomfortable feeling of soft meat passes to your fingertips - eventually, from the man's back, my arm grows.
Blood.
Splashes like petals, bloodstains.
The man who was sewn into my arm and stopped moving slowly looked down and slowly raised his face again when he made sure his own chest was pierced in my arm.
"... fun, great,"
Kahoo, and spit out blood, laughing niggly - as it were, I turned down consciousness forever.
Zuburi, and out of the man's chest, pull out the bloody arm.
At the same time, I grinned once again at the battle freak who collapsed from his knees and lay still on the ground and stopped moving -.
"- You weren't a little level enough to challenge the Demon King"