Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

Hero Summoning (Thermoning Hero)

The secrets of AZ GREED consecration.

Its ritual of summoning heroes who consume the prayer and immense magic and divine power of the Virgin and save the world from different worlds often appears in gaga stories, but not many attempts in reality.

The sacrament, which cannot even be used unless the venues, the operators, the powers, and the three are aligned, has only been exercised to such an extent as to count the history of the Church.

Once a hundred years? Once every 200 years? Or - or more.

A brave man with numerous protections that emerge from nowhere when the world is not enveloped in darkness.

That's exactly what I'd call the magic of saving the world coming out of a gaga story.

Information about the surgical ceremony is the highest secret of the Church, and even the King of Lukes, who requested the exercise of that surgical ceremony, would not know the details.

But being a church person, I was given some information.

There are no gods of this world in the other world. Without levels, there is no magic, and naturally - there is no protection.

One of the effects of the procedure is that the brave men who have been summoned are granted protection. Among the Church's past records, there is no record of a brave man summoned without a single blessing.

- That doesn't mean anyone can be summoned.

One piece of information I know... is that the Hero Summoning Ceremony is never randomly pulling people from different worlds.

That's right. If aggressive, brutal humans are summoned as brave men, they can fall into nightmarish situations where supermen with multiple protections say they will be enemies. Even the possibility of being destroyed from the inside emerges.

Minimum restrictions are necessary.

A vague word, an ambiguous concept.

The selection criteria for the hero summons I know.

That means that the subject is - 'justice'.

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What are we gonna do? I didn't have to think about it, but my behavior was decided.

If a brave man pulls a knife all over town, will he hurt more than one man? It's a nasty joke.

There was a bright green light running around my feet. It serves as a wave and fills the good offices of the battlefield.

Top Sacred Arts: First Range Recovery Divine Law (Full Area Healing)

It takes more than one level of healing magic to heal site defects.

I don't have a problem getting a little more out of hand because the cut off area remains, but I dared to use the top healing magic. This is my ego.

The feeling that divine power is consumed in large quantities.

Sacred art, which targets the range, consumes intense divine power. But bring a miracle commensurate with it.

Groaning like a deceased who was up turns into a confused voice.

Desperately healed - the cutting surface wraps and regenerates with light in the hands of Priest, who was trying to stick his amputated arm together.

The cramps of the man who was being bandaged and put to sleep stop, causing his upper body to wake up abruptly. The bandage had seeped in blood enough to drip, but there would already be no more scratches.

A man who was bandaged around his amputated right leg groans. An elderly mercenary, who had pity eyes on a man right on his side, screamed at a new leg growing through the bandage.

"Ah... eh..."

Eventually, my gaze gathers on me watching over it in Jen-royalty.

Miracle moment.

Range Recovery Magic It is not something that can be seen that way.

It's been a long time since I've used it. But I wanted to use it on the battlefield if I wanted to use it anyway.

His gaze was on his eyes, and he gathered in his silver hair, and finally gathered in the sign of the monk.

I don't want to be a voice. Put the rucksack down from your back and dare make a loud noise and put it on the table.

I raise my voice in such a way that the skinny scout-style man who has stood silently until now is terrified.

"Oh, hey... I came yesterday, Hi Priest... Dear"

"It's Ares. Come on, you want me to tell you what happened?

Let's start by understanding the situation.

In the good offices. Seats are not filled because it is still midday, but there are nearly twenty hunters. Speaking of parties, four or five.

There will actually be a little more members of the party because not all of them are on a party-by-party basis, but not so many if you say so in numbers. If this were the night, there would have been more because there are people here to drink.

A man who was cut off of his arm flutters and says a word of thanks with a wet face sneezing with tears and covetousness.

I don't need to thank you. What I want is an explanation of the circumstances.

When I looked down at him in silence for a few seconds, he finally sensed my demands and started explaining them with a whimpering mix.

Listen to me in silence. The whimpering words were terribly hard to hear, but I managed to understand.

Again, this looks like Fujido did it.

As expected, Fujido visited again to find his people.

Conditions are around level 30 with avant-garde firepower - women.

A mercenary who suddenly becomes a force around 30... besides it's hard to find a woman in the first place, but the preconditions were worse than that.

There are no healers (healers) at Fujido's party.

Who would want to go into a party without a healer?

d Amateurs might still be caught up in a lack of knowledge, but there is no way a mercenary who has also reached level 30 would take such a risk. There's no way to step on it.

Risk management is fundamental to mercenaries. Who would try to fight demons without a lifeline?

Yes, that was the problem that came up when I found out about Fujido's next move.

Professional mercenaries know the importance of healers painfully.

No brother-in-law, no money, no power, no healer, seeking a woman. Nothing tries to get into such a Fujido party. There's no way he's here. These guys aren't mercenaries at play.

Like the last time, the Fujido men, who did not know the 'common sense', which should also be called the Iloha of that mercenary, were good mercenaries who had no time.

Apparently Fujido, ridiculed, turned bright red in his face, but was indulging in anger.

But there's another problem there. One of the mercenaries - the man who had his arm cut off - grabbed Fujido's shoulder, whether it was a tease or a threat to an ignorant rookie.

And at the next moment, the man's arm was being cut off with a Fujido sword.

A few others who had been wounded were totally out of the way. Suddenly he was slashed jumping to hold down the sword-drawn Fujido. I wasn't being poked at the steeple because I wasn't even willing to kill Fujido.

Together, Fujido himself, could even have drawn his sword reflexively. He's likely to do it if he's prone to passion.

A man who leaks a rough breath in an excited way about whether anger beat fear within talking.

"Shh... that bastard... suddenly pulled out his sword. What a bastard. Next time I see you, I'll kill you."

I mean... is it better yet?

Good. Really good. The fact that no one was dead, and that it was the mercenaries, not the ordinary villagers or merchants, who caused the serious injuries. This kind of luck is unfortunate.

Mouth sealing stinks if you kill the general public. Rumors will spread quickly in this narrow village.

Well, you won't be able to find new members in this good offices anymore.

I exhaled small once and told the unlucky man in front of me.

I mean, you lost.

"... what?

I must seal my mouth as peacefully as possible. Hopefully, I don't want to kill the person I cured. But you won't have to worry.

These guys should have good sense of things.

Was it an unexpected word, tell the man to fold his eyes open.

"When I grabbed my shoulder to tease him, he slashed my arm. Right?

"Uh... no -"

"I was caught off guard and lost to newcomers. He cut off his arm without even being able to react. Even though I surrounded myself at the end of the sentence..."

Looking around. A skinny man looking up at a cockle as he rubs his regenerated legs on a bandage-wrapped swordsman-style big man.

Are there about six or seven people who were injured?

The bad news is Totally Fujido. These guys, as usual, probably didn't mean to scratch Fujido just for a little joke.

But that doesn't matter.

Have Fujido defeat the Demon King. Ask these guys to keep their mouths shut.

That's just the story.

Throw it away in a tone as if you were making a fool of yourself.

"- He was slaughtered without being able to do anything, despite surrounding him. Hey, since when have mercenaries in this village lost so much quality?

If this had been said by others, they would have returned it at a high altitude. The mercenaries are often distracted.

But it was me, the high priest who saved ourselves, who got the word out. Is this also what you call a match pump?

"... what? What..."

"I'm sorry to hear that you can do better for a level 27 swordsman."

The level itself is Fujido Riko. This mercenary would be higher. But here's the result.

Even though he was alarmed, he's been slaughtered many times without doing anything.

That's the horror of being protective.

Protection of the Eight Spirits Three Gods.

Even if you say level up and take a bite, the range of increase in that ability varies from individual to individual.

The patronage of the gods strengthens Fujido's abilities to the maximum and brings great correction to his technical mastery. That guy is not just level 27.

He's a Level 27 hero.

Hear my words, my surroundings creep.

The man I was desperately explaining until just now sees me with a stunned look.

"Level...... 27...... so? Hey, no - wait, how do you know that...?

"There was nothing here"

"... what?

Ignore the flashing man, narrow his eyes and look inside the good offices.

Lick lips and explain carefully. It's over after you have to.

"There was a little fight, but, well, it's a daily tea thing. The rookie did a little bit of a heck of a thing, and you veterans allowed it. I was here on a mission from the church, and I cured myself of High Priest."

Beat the shoulder of the man in front of you who is solidifying.

Maybe this guy, too, wouldn't have inspired that anger if he was to the point of slapping without grabbing Fujido's shoulder or something.

Felony ministers are useful at times like this. The opponent atrophies on his own, even if he's not staring.

eyebrows, adding a slight willingness to kill as a spice,

"It's a simple story. Right?

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

A man who nods slightly with a faded look.

Yes, that's right. Get wrapped up in the long stuff. Don't take wasted risks. That's fine. That's the trick for mercenaries to live long.

Face up and look around again. If I made a slight grin, everyone with my gaze snorted at me.

I don't hate well-informed people.

Bear the backpack you left on the table. A bottle of wine that was on top hit me, and I made a crappy noise falling downstairs and cracking. The aroma of wine can stand in so that it is exposed to the smell of blood.

Chip, my coat is stained.

Wear the hood deeply again and look indoors again before leaving the good offices behind.

"Well, you guys were unlucky. We should just get back to the inn and get some sleep today."

"... oh..."

"There was nothing today. You guys haven't seen or heard anything. Don't piss me off. Unlike Fujido, I can't help it."

"... ah... oh..."

A voice like a plunder. If we get this far, we'll forget everything tomorrow.

Halfway open the door as if it were going to hit you, and look behind you from your armpit just one more time. I can kill you.

Make it right in the end. Evidence is also destroyed.

I say I can't stand a door in people's mouths, but these guys are smart. I know a more worthy word.

No mouth for the dead. Don't sneak up on a god you don't touch.

On the verge of going outside and closing the door, I heard a breathtaking noise behind my back.

- That guy... is he really Priest?

It's an extra favor.

§§§

Outside the good offices, I caught one seemingly non-spiritual demon mentor looking inside with a faded expression, so I decided to protect him.

Was it detached, pathetically?