Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

"Hih!? Stone statue moved!?

For Fujido, it was no different than some kind of ghost.

A sad voice echoes indoors. Aria also retreated a step later with a pale expression.

A stone statue on the face that is likely to strike me now.

That's true, except that it was a statue that was as exquisite as it was going to move now, but when it comes to actually moving.

What a dish, in the darkness, the eyes on the face were blue and thin blurry. What is felt from its eyes is terribly inorganic, but it definitely contains what is called harmful.

A short but ever battling experience. Fujido pulls out his sword with his trembling hand, as he reacts to that will. But by then, the statue on the face had already pulled out the knife on the waist.

A metallic glow that shines as if it were an arc moon in thin darkness.

It was, in Fujido's knowledge, a weapon called a knife. But its length is far more gigantic than Fujido's known sword, and one or five times longer than Fujido's holy sword Ex.

Ignoring the tense and breathtaking Fujido, he tilted his neck as if the statue were looking around. A huge statue that looks down to intimidate, a remiss opens his eyes to the different signs it wraps up, and makes a shook voice.

"Magic Guided Doll (Golem) Huh!? No sign of that."

"It is a relic of the doomed pagan religion."

One, voicing a calm voice no different than earlier, fills a step away with Gregorio holding the trunk in his hand.

And the statue's face looked down at Gregorio.

The height difference between Gregorio and the stone statue is nearly double.

Licking her lips at the crushing compression, her blue-white, radiant, inorganic eyes and Gregorian pitch-black eyes clearly bump into each other.

Aria returns sane and holds Spica's hand. At about the same time, the blade was released.

A sharp, heavy blow. With the strange sound of cleaving the wind, two meters is a huge blade, a polished silver blade drawing a huge arc with a twisted procedure.

Gregorio stepped forward as if to shelter Fujido, who could not move.

Metal rocking the tympanic membrane. The whole room trembles. Remis blocked his ear and Aria opened her eyes.

"Nah."

"Apparently… not a family of darkness"

The blade was stopped. Late Fujido returns sane and rearranges his away sword a few steps back.

What became a shield was a large open trunk case. As Gregorio said earlier, there is nothing in it. However, the texture inside is different from the outside, gleaming silver in the darkness. From the top of the case the tip of the knife pops out like a fang, trying to break the case both ways, but not one scratch on its surface.

The blade goes up for a moment. The stone statue jumps off the pedestal and steps in hard, while releasing the next blow. That was Gregorio swinging the case and bouncing it off. The slashing down from the upper section with the help of gravity plays easily and wears the walls hard.

Turn a quiet grin at Fujido and the others who forget their fears and are distracted. There is no sweat on its cheeks, and its breath is not disturbed. It was just so exciting that only those eyes could see clearly.

"But... hehe..., it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. My friend."

"Are you... okay?

"Yeah. I'm fine. I think it's okay. My faith has no cloudiness."

Did you feel the force in the act, with the sword in front of you, and the face sliding back a few steps?

Skilled moves were seen in the posture. With Spica hidden behind her back, Aria growls stunned.

"What is that... I've never seen it... that it's a magical guide doll (golem) with moves!?

"I don't care about pagan moves or anything. I mean... it's a comparison between my faith and my power."

Tatami open trunk. When I held the handle, I approached the surface with casual motion as it was.

It was clear from receiving the knife that the trunk case had considerable strength, but the trick seemed too defenseless.

Once Fujido was shaking, he grips his left hand flat hard and leaves one step forward. The finger ring shines and the huge shield it was holding appears in your left hand.

I could see that the stone statue moving in front of me was apparently not undead or something, and its complexion was much better.

The holy sword shines as it responds to the will of the vineyard, making the interior slightly brighter.

"Aria, remiss. So do we."

Remis rushes to the voice and sets up the wand. Aria also took a deep breath once and pulled out her sword.

At that time, Gregorio was in between, without worrying about the three people he would set up.

The surface moves. The blade is swung down like guillotine. But Gregorio's gaze clearly captured it.

Step sideways through the slashing line coming down from the top and kick the floor. At the same time as I kicked him, I wielded a closed trunk. As you move and rotate your body at the same time as the steps, you use centrifugal force to punch the torso on the face.

The corners of the case shred the stone and white fragments spilled all over it. A giant bent into an unusual force in its trunk case and was blown to the wall.

The air trembles. Fujido opened his mouth pompously and blinked twice when he saw the sight as if it had been taken in disquiet.

"... what? What is that?"

……

The sight of Gregorio, who is shorter than Fujido, plunging stone statues that would be double that of Fujido, is unrealistic. Besides, what Gregorio uses is a trunk case, and Gregorio is a monk.

Aria also felt like she was dreaming for a moment, but rubs her eyes and checks again. At that time, Gregorio was approaching the face slammed against the wall. Shake the trunk again on that body that plunges into the wall.

Shake the case down relentlessly on the face of the face of the face you tried to get up. A crazy laugh echoes.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha!! Touch my faith and be ashes!!

"Hey... what... is that?

Rimis also looks at the unexpected battle between Pocahon and Gregorio. Not while I'm at it.

The roar of hard things being slapped against each other echoes over and over again. One blow shreds the fragment, the ghost horn breaks and its face shreds. The face turns around the body and tries to get up using his right arm, but immediately steps on that arm without hesitation. That's all I got in my arm, and when I stepped on it two or three times, my arm was just completely crumpled.

Gregorio's lips slightly distorted and throws up on the still moving surface.

"To this extent? Interpretation is heathen."

"G... Lord Gregorio -"

Ignoring Aria's voice, Gregorio uses all his might to slap the trunk case against the head of the face. He slammed him to the point where a crack ran on the floor, and looked back at me like he'd gone home.

"What's wrong, my friend"

"Yes, no..."

Too much of the same voice color as usual. Aria is flabbergasted for a moment by a change in her dual personality, but she shakes her head and says what she wants to think.

"That...... that's probably the Magic Doll (Golem). Then there must be a nucleus somewhere, and if we don't break it..."

"No, perhaps this is not a magic puppet (golem)"

"... Huh?

Gregorio keeps quietly looking down on his face. Its eyes are as quiet as the lake surface of the river, and its earlier laughter is as if it were a lie.

"If it were a magical guide doll (golem) with a nucleus powered by magic, the signs would have been detectable beforehand. That leads to this state of motion now, and there's no sign of it. Perhaps Rimis, the magician there, has also noticed..."

When Aria turns her gaze, Limis agrees with her.

"Well, then why..."

"I thought it was an unknown pagan move. But my friends, principles... I don't care."

To Aria's confused voice, give it back as it should, and Gregorio grips the handle of the trunk hard again.

"Because it is certain that I will destroy heresy. It was sent down to me to 'purify', even though it might be the Dark Families, but it would be pagan moves - divine life, the sword of God that crushes everything. There's the other person's background, etc… it doesn't matter"

Using the left-handed arm of the Horseman, he casts off Gregorio, who stands above himself. As you gently jump back and dodge it, you regain your posture and point your arm in the trunk case at the rising stone statue. The loose black coat doesn't have one dust on it, despite a few spears, and there's no fear in its eyes. No, not even the awareness that we're having an exchange of lives.

Feeling something unobtrusive, especially in an unemotional voice, Fujido stares at Gregorio. But the thought hidden in that expression could not be read at all.

"Or, if you don't have a nucleus, how do you take it down!?

To Remiss's words, Gregorio opens the trunk case again with the behavior he's used to, wide up and down.

No matter what you think, you can't call it a poorly handled weapon. I grabbed that 'weapon' handle, but Gregorio smiled slightly.

"You destroy it completely, my friend. And that is the salvation for this puppet, the creation of paganism."

A surface-knight picks up and grips a machete that has fallen to the ground with his left hand.

He was beaten up scatterly, his head was filled with rubber, and his right arm was completely creased in the middle, but there was no slight dust upset or emotion in the movement.

The dull sound of hard objects wearing the floor echoes. At the same time as the strong step, the machete, gripped with the left hand of the face, was paid for the horizontal giraffe.

The priest takes a blow that is likely to even hear the sound of cutting the air in an open case by stepping forward. Sharp sound of metal bumping into each other. At the same time, Gregorio rushed forward as he took that blade and let the blade slide onto the surface of the trunk case.

"Become."

The unpleasant sound of metal rubbing against each other echoes. Coming to the sight of the Horseman, Gregorio dropped his knee and bounced loudly.

A knife that was biting each other loses sight of the subject and slashes the sky.

A ghost statue relative to a leaping Gregorio. Fujido watched the two moments differently without blinking one.

A trunk case with a detached clasp, a rectangular outer surface hides Gregorian figure for a moment. And as it was, it swung down to the head of the face.

It's not the dull sound that was echoing earlier, the high sound of the blade meshing with the blade.

And Fujido opened his eyes.

Gregorio lands next to the surface. Almost at the same time, a white chunk fell next to Fujido. Exquisitely carved fangs on one corner attached from the top of the head. And colorless eyes.

"... what?

A missing voice between the unexpectedly exited vineyards.

I didn't know what happened.

Look up at the kneeling knight. It was a beautiful cross section where the head was. From the corner of the top of his head to the twisted corner to the fangs, he is fading away quietly.

But there was still light in the remaining eyes. If you're a creature, even wounds that are definitely dead don't make sense to a lifeless stone statue. Shake the blade as if the giant were nothing.

Gregorio says something about it. Gregorio jumped again with a running laugh of fear.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

That was a brawl that the spacious indoors felt narrow.

Remis rushes to hide behind Aria. It's not a very, but it's not a battle you can go into. Because if you use magic because of a mixed war, it's going to hit Gregorian, not because, if you go in, you're going to be targeted.

I can't even call it smart for flattery. The landscape of that battle also looked like beast eating each other.

However, the attack method is already limited by the loss of one arm, even if damage is not seen on the side of the Horseman. The top and bottom cuts, the tweezers, but all accidentally unleashed kicks are prevented in the trunk case, and vice versa, part of the statue is reduced as if it had been decided.

Part of the femur is decided and the Knight on the Tabernacle is disfigured. Don't miss that gap, Gregorio dived into that nostalgia.

Leveraging his small stature, he kicks the knee of a knight on the face and dances through the universe. upside down, pinched its head in the trunk on the verge of passing over the head of a surface-knight.

The dull sound echoes as if even guillotine had fallen. Something like a ball fell down next to Fujido and rolled.

"- Huh!?

Hold on to the scream you almost gave me. It was the neck of a knight on the face. A neck that's been ripped off half way. The light also disappears from the remaining eyes, and that looks like just a chunk of stone that is strange to be moving until now.

But the statue of the Horseman stood still. They took my head off. But there's no sign of that giant collapsing.

Do you want me to trample it down, or the air will shake on my giant legs that will be swung down by the dark clouds? Because of the loss of his head, or his aim has not been set.

The crack runs without the stone floor withstanding its impact. Fujido hastily avoided the broad slaughter of the reach, the sword swept by the dark clouds, at a distance. Even if the aim is not set, the momentum is like a storm.

The tip of the blade engraves several muscles on the wall of the room. Gregorio shielded all the trunks from slaughter as if they were going to use up their last lives.

A full blow. to the shock transmitted from the trunk case to the palm of his hand. But Gregorio's appearance remained stuck with a grin.

Stopping that monk requires only the power to crush his faith, and there is no way that such power can be found in any magic puppet (golem) that can't even speak properly.

The price of a stormy attack, or the sound of a cliché from the body of its faceted knight. Slight cracks are sure to spread with one blow at a time. It also seemed a matter of time before we could destroy ourselves if we continued this kind of attack.

Out of range, Fujido and Aria stare at each and every one of the Magic Dolls that storm like a fiery fire. From behind, Spica stares at the atrocity with a faded look.

For the first time then, Gregorio lurked his eyebrows and said incredible things.

"Not good...... it will destroy itself as it is. You have to destroy it with my faith."

"Ah-"

Gregorio had already come forward the moment Fujido and the others felt that voice from the gap between the sounds of the successive sounds of destruction.

Rotate your body wide and hit the trunk with both hands against the blade swung down in the hanging. At the next moment, the wrist of his right hand, which was holding that knife, couldn't resist the shock and broke.

When the blown machete twirls, it rotates and falls against the wall. By the time the knife made a high sound and fell, Gregorio had already bowed his faith.

A stepped Gregorio knocks the weapon into the pigeon tail of a faceted knight.

A stone statue weighing several hundred kilograms floats in the air in a blow by an empty trunkcase. At that moment when the movement stopped due to the impact, a step in and leap with his half body strikes the back of the surface-knight hard and knocks him off to the ground.

Fujido shrugged at the monk who kept beating his opponent far beyond his height without any atrophy.

"A monk in this world (Priest) is... awesome"

"Yes... no, that's the standard..."

Aria also replied with a pulled look.

§ § §

Intermittently echoing sounds of destruction and laughter like ridicule.

I already wanted to squat with my head to the sound of inviting more ominousness than a family of darkness.

Fortunately during misfortune is that Gregorio can do it without a problem, even if the opponent was not a sacred opponent. And in that the Fujido and the others who saw that act of combat would probably repel and avoid Gregorio?

Generally, demons that monks can deal with alone are supposedly exorcistic opponents, such as immortal species and demons, but heretical exterminators (Crusaders) all have other means of dealing with demons.

It is, for example, martial arts, an arm of divinity except exorcism, or courage or connections, but in the case of Gregorio it was faith. Until fanatical, its will is sacred except for exorcism from Gregorian - depriving ordinary monks of techniques such as recovery, assistance, and conjunctivity that can be used, but its combat ability goes far beyond other heretical exterminators.

The man's combat ability, who has swung a bespoke trunk and hunted numerous heresies, which he cannot even call weapons in general, is crazy in a nutshell, and if the Church side hadn't sorted out the directives to be given to Gregorio worried about his spirituality and the peaky performance of his inability to use other sacraments, maybe he would have been at a higher level than me.

I can't see the sight, but I somehow grasped the situation from the sound.

Even Gregorio just shouldn't imitate abandoning Fujido and the others.

The echoes over the walls are terribly hard to hear, but there's no way the Fujido and the others took the damage, and there's no way Gregorio is struggling. Gradually the sound of the battle becomes one-sided, eventually leaving only Gregorian madness and the sound of striking the trunk case.

Still, pagan moves, huh? I don't know the reason, but should I have just broken it?

No, I didn't. I didn't realize. There was nothing I could do. … but if there was a next time, we would consider it.

At that time, Amelia finally connected us.

'How's it going?

"The operation is a failure. Tell Spica to go back to the city."

'... I understand'

You felt something in my voice, and Amelia stopped communicating without hearing anything.

Well, what's going on... anyway, now it's time to pull them apart.

Looks like Gregorio's purpose is this crypt. After this, you'll be breaking up with Fujido and the others, but we can't let Fujido and the others stay in this land where the bomb Gregorian exists any longer. We need to manipulate the information via the church and move it to another land.

... Why should we even think about keeping away from the Church and not just the Demons? Give me a break.

Eventually, the sound of the battle stops. I guess the subject was silent.

Whatever, just break up with the Fujido guys and go like them at the bottom or anywhere......

Watch the situation with prayerful thoughts.

At that time, Gregorio gave a shocking voice. A serious voice that I can't imagine from an earlier mad laugh, a voice like a solitaire, not someone I've dealt with. My spine tingles for some reason.

"... I see. This is... different. I get it. I get it. The reason I'm here is... not this."

"... what are you talking about? You."

Compared to earlier conversations, I give a bright voice, calming down to say that Gregorio has now realised its existence, to the question of the remiss thrown with largely drawn voices.

"No. Excuse me, ma'am. Apparently… I should go back to Purif once with you."

Terrible sense of smell. A survey out of the ordinary track. What the hell did you feel from the current situation?

The taste of blood spreads in my mouth. Hot pain I feel late. I realize I'm biting my lips off. Lick the bloody Shizuku with your tongue.

I never understood why he acted.