Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

The sound of your heart eating up your teeth and beating hard. Fujido waves his sword with his trembling hands, feeling the sound clearly.

Its behavior was shaky and it could not be said to be fully exercising its usual potential, but Walking Bourne can't take that blade. I checked the dusty undead without screaming a single one, and Fujido laid his hands on his knees, and breathed roughly for a reason.

"Oh, my God, you can take him down."

"Also, of course..."

Fujido turns to a laugh drawn to the remiss with a faded look. The look didn't look okay in flattery, but Remiss nodded loudly without touching it there.

Aria nodded like the best looking at the battle landscape behind her.

"As it were, well... Originally, with the power of Lord Nao, if you calm down, you won't have a problem. If you calm down."

"... Aria, are you going to do it next?

"... I know"

After a brief pause in a single room that was halfway through the aisle, Fujido and the others were walking in the grave again.

Thanks to the pinching of the break, some calm has returned, and the movement has recovered to an unparalleled degree from earlier.

There is only one rule that Limis has taken the lead and decided on. Try to remain calm and fight.

As I had originally anticipated, the battle with the earlier Walking Bourne herd revealed a difference in his abilities.

The opponent is not a monster enough to feel threatened. Later it is only a mental problem, and that is the only way for the person to get used to it.

When Fujido took out the water bottle and sipped the water, he wiped his mouth with his arm. The heart is still hitting harder than usual, but breathing to some extent restores calm.

"Level... don't go up..."

"In the first place, we have to take down nine hundred and ninety nine more bodies?

The swarm of walking bones that I defeated earlier burned down every demonic crystal that would also prove its crusade, leaving me with nothing.

Large little crystals rolling on the floor, Fujido sighs.

"Levels will be hard to rise in this layer of undead. I think if we go in the back, the pace will go up..."

"... how much compared to the Vale Forest?

"... if you're the Walking Bourne you just defeated, you're about a third of the 'Tree Evil (Bad Trent)' in one piece."

It's about a third stronger, but the look on Fujido's face clouds Aria.

Based on that calculation, the level of Fujido will not rise for a while. Fujido once again understood the meaning of the word need to defeat numbers.

Spica groans uncomfortably.

"If I could... use sacred art (Holly Play)..."

"I can't help but say it. It took me a long time to make a deal with the Spirit."

Place your palms flat on that head so Limis can comfort you. Spica shook her shoulder for a moment, but lay down her eyes as she did.

In the village, and while resting, Spica had tried several times to exercise her sacraments and had failed in all of them.

For the Fujido and the others, that was above understanding, but the fact that the spica that went in as a monk still can't use the sacrament stretches pretty heavily.

Sacred art for Fujido is something that has become easy to use, and I can't even imagine how Spica feels.

"In the meantime, we need Aria and Nao to be able to afford the undead first."

In action is better than training. Limis, a mage, believed that the challenges Gregorio had put forth were put to that effect.

In fact, even in the field of witchcraft, it is a good story to hear that things that could not be used at all in practice have been pinched in action and become available for the first time. In particular, witchcraft and divinity tend to be high because their spirituality greatly affects their effectiveness.

In order to do this, it is necessary to be able to buy as much time as possible for the undead opponent to try and error.

"The Spirit of Fire can only attack... and defeat them when they have to, but it's the last resort."

"... even the Demon Crystal will burn."

"Spirit of Fire magic specializes in extermination..."

Aria sighed at Fujido, who saw the remiss with a resentful look.

And invigorate the spica that still tends to lay low.

"It's okay, Spica. Even if sacred art is unavailable, the ability to sense the family of darkness is a great deal. Probably talented."

"Ah... uh... yes. Well, I just kind of figured it out... so I might not know next time."

Spica wandered her gaze like she was in trouble, not to mention that she had been contacted by correspondence.

Compared to the first battle, the battle since then has been much easier for the Fujido and the others.

Not yet, but not endangered, Aria wipes a cold sweat with her sleeves and looks back, crusading the walking bones she encounters.

The chilling air in the crypt cools seeping sweat and drains your strength. Dealing with an undead who is just prolonged bad in the dark drains the spirit greatly.

"You're getting used to it."

"... well, that's just better than the beginning,"

I have already encountered enemies many times, alternating with each other in Fujido and Aria, but so far no major problems have arisen.

The motion itself cannot be described as perfect, but we can see an improvement compared to what it looked like when we first entered the tomb a few days ago.

Of course, there are a few opponents who show up, but that's not the only reason for improved movement.

"Exactly when all this shows up... don't get used to it"

"Still scared?

"... scared, but..."

To Remiss's question, Aria turned her gaze across the darkness. There are only voices of one another in a quiet space.

Aria holds the sword to the sheath in sharp motion, turning a rugged gaze.

"I'm used to it, but it's also big that the target is' Walking Bone '"

"Uh, sure..."

To Aria's words, Fujido agrees.

Starting with the first swarm of walking bones I encountered, I've been exploring the interior for a long time, but there's still no sign of any other undead.

I've met Walking Bourne, so it doesn't mean there's no undead.

"When you think about 'Walking Skeletons (Walking Bourne)', it's not much different from 'Tree Evil (Bat Trent)' we met in that Vale forest, is it? That was... that was horrible."

"Terrible things are scary, but it's a lot better than" living corpses (living dead) "or" evil spirits (rais) "

While the grotesque appearance is also obvious, Walking Bone has a very hard time figuring out what it is called emotion from its expression compared to the living dead and reis. Without a screaming voice or groaning, the smell is thin. I'm still not on my own with all the other undead attacking me with a resentful look on my face.

It was convenient for Fujido and Aria, but she shrugs remembering what was written on the map that Aria received at the church.

"But that's unnatural... according to the map I received at the church, living dead and reis are supposed to appear more in the main around here..."

Even when we say low undead, there are variations in the occurrence rate.

Among them, Walking Bourne, which takes the limited form of bone and armor, is less likely to be expressed in this world than in the living dead or reis, which takes the very form of the dead.

That's what Aria knows about undead. Of course, we know that the occurrence rate changes in certain locations, such as battlefield tracks, but anything that is so skewed is weird.

Speaking of which, Spica looks busily at the awes and all over the place. The look looked as if he was asking someone for help, and Aria hung a powerful voice to reassure him.

"Well, it's okay. I'm sorry, that's what happens. I'm not trying to make you nervous or anything."

"Yes, no... it's okay, it's"

"I wish I could take down a thousand bodies at this rate..."

Fujido looks down at his own palm with worried eyes. Its fingertips are still slightly trembling.

Fear emotions are not something that can be overcome overnight. That can't be justified by reason.

Then he remembered what had happened before he was summoned, and sighed sinking.

"... Whatever it is, don't be alarmed."

"… Coming"

Pick up the demonic crystals Aria rolls on the floor. Spica speaks short. Fujido turned his eyes toward Walking Bourne, who emerged from the direction of progress.

Keep your breathing calm and gaze hard at its orbit.

"I'm not afraid. If I don't do it, who will?"

The little whine didn't sound like anyone but Fujido, but that alone stopped the tremor at his fingertips, which had been there earlier.

Spica whispers to Fujido like that.

"Fujido... I'll be full"

"... Huh?

Turn around Spica.

What exactly is full, how much? The moment I tried to ask, I felt an intense odor drifting to the point where I was going to faint.

Fujido takes his gaze off the spica with his pulled expression and turns to the dark. Walking Bourne coming towards me. The darkness further afield is thick and nothing is yet visible, but all sensations except vision indicate its existence.

§

"Don't you think we're doing this? What are we doing?"

"Don't tell me you're unmotivated."

The crypt is sealed so the sound echoes. For once, vents and the like existed, but as I walked in the dark, I heard the rattan screams a lot.

He seems to be somewhat used to walking bones, but he still couldn't do the living dead. But I've already sent many of them to you.

The operation went well. At least, it would be only a matter of time before you get used to the other undead because you seem used to walking bones.

With the same emotionally invisible look Amelia pulls the light connected from her hand.

"Chains of Saints (Holly Bind)"

It is a chain of light that binds the family of darkness, belonging to the lower ranks among the exorcisms.

At the tip of the light, countless walking bones and living dead captured like pearls connected to knitted light were dragged to interact with Amelia's hand movements.

'Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

You noticed the large crowd of living deads I sent, a more intense scream than the other day wooden spirits. The scream was ridden with magic.

That skill, commonly referred to as' Roar (Howl) ', is a very simple skill, as well as one that is very difficult to handle.

The ability to mount magic on a growl and attack an opponent, but the magic efficiency is poor and the effect means nothing more than stopping it. Although it is one of the hand tags, it has a long workout to use effectively.

Not to mention, it's pretty hard to defeat your enemies with that. Even if a walking bone with a very unstable flesh consisting of bones or an evil spirit (Reis) without a body of matter in the world could be torn apart, it would be ineffective for a living dead with a body of pseudo-meat. I'm not saying it's useless to use, but there are more people who don't work. I have trouble getting you to abuse me.

Amelia, who was listening without moving one of those screams, turns to me with a small sigh.

"What about the addition?

"See how it goes"

"How many eyes was this?

"Sixty-second body."

"... you have a long way to go"

Thousands. The goal is a thousand. Though a miscellaneous fish, it has not yet turned a tenth, and the fight against terror will exhaust its spirit more than its flesh. And also, Fujido hasn't experienced what he calls a streak yet.

Taking that into account, I would say that the challenges given by Gregorio are still excessive. Whether or not we survived the trial without our support...

But at the same time, it's also true that he's not stupid. There are few prospects, but maybe even without us, Fujido and the others can complete the challenge, and that may have allowed them to grow more. There's a chance that our actions will end up crushing that bud.

I admire the undead who repeatedly cramps so that they are bound and drawn to the light of God.

But... hypotheses are meaningless, right?

All I know now is that this scream is mixed with much higher fears than the first time a group of walking bones were turned over.

Amelia sees my expression, and she hangs up words.

"He's got a serious look"

"This face was born"

I can't help but worry. I'll do what I can.

I've done everything with reason so far. I've felt close to destiny, but I've never relied on it.

Reconstruct the plan from the current situation. The undead overcoming situation of Fujido and Aria. Level. Effect. And also to take into account the state of the spica, to make the most possible future the one that should be the most.

I can't believe Gregorio's thoughts... that's bullshit.

"Let's give Spica a little time at night to train. Whatever you do, Spica needs you to complete your sacrament within the last three days."

"Okay."