Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

It was twenty-five years ago that a man named Gregorio Leggins became a heretic exterminator.

Before becoming a heretic exterminator, Gregorio was born into a middle-class family, a boy of considerable faith. He wasn't a monk (Priest) or anything. He was just a boy.

Until that city, born and raised, is destroyed by the One Devil (Demon).

Still a story before the demon king let the world bomb its name.

The demonic threat was known, but the situation was favorable to people, and therefore neither the defense of the city was so robust. And - nor were the monks (Priests) sent to the church so high.

"My hometown doesn't exist on the map anymore. It is neither a military stronghold nor a land of economic value. Everything in the city collapsed, and most of its inhabitants died, so it wasn't even worth rebuilding."

The demon (daemon) that struck the city was powerful. He was a high ranking (stage) Demon clan with crusade levels over seventy, and also had the intelligence to just think of tactics.

When the devil first broke into the city, he easily slaughtered the only monk (Priest) who could resist. From there on out, what happened is only a nightmare.

"They said it was a really short time. In just one night my hometown became a pile of rubble. My friends, my family, everything died out. The demon who destroyed the city left the scene without being chased or scratched."

Back to back with the content, Gregorio's tone is calm.

However, I tell them as if to preach to Fujido and the others who can only restrain their movements and shut up.

"It's just a coincidence that I was saved. It was just - it was at home. At the time, I... had a trunk case just big enough to fit in."

My parents, who noticed the city's strangeness early, hid it in the trunk case to protect Gregorio and clamped it.

And as it turned out, it played a role. Now I know. Even then, where he escaped with his family, the demons would surely have killed Gregorians.

Stuck in a trunk that wasn't so sturdy, only Gregorio was going to survive.

Gregorio has never forgotten a night spent in death and despair, screaming and terror and darkness.

It's not a miracle, what do we call a demon with extremely acute sensory abilities who could have survived just getting into a trunk case of a demon that destroyed the city's exhaustion?

"I became a believer in miracles because I became a faithful member of AZ GREED because I was able to exercise my sacred art - from that day on. God gave me a miracle, a divine life. To reward that miracle, I vowed to destroy all enemies of God present in this world, all enemies of God. I became a heretic exterminator (Crusader), not a demon killer - because" the enemy of God "was never the only demon."

The gentle voice color was so creepy. There is no heat in that voice, but there is a burning black flame in its eyes.

Intimidation as if distracting. Crushing pressure all over your body.

Not everything I'm saying is understood by Fujido.

But to that voice, Fujido, of course, heard Aria, Rimis and Spica as if they had been hung up on hypnosis.

Fujido notices that his throat is dry in his tease.

Gregorio scratches that head nervously. Glimpses from gaps are not common.

"Mr. Fujido, I never regret what I did at the time, and I don't want you to feel sorry for me. It is imperative that my homeland perish, and I believe that it was inevitable for my God to inform me of its fate. But - at the same time, I sometimes think about IF. What if, at the time, the priest who was putting together the church in my hometown was strong enough to destroy the demon?"

That is the root (roots) of Gregorio Leggins.

Faith and history.

The sacraments given by the tragedy were thus only exorcisms (exorcisms).

Sacred art, which can only harm others, is deplorably at a time when demon kings are forced to be disadvantaged.

deeply rooted faith because of its distortion. That might be called a kind of era born hero.

Gregorio rises out of his chair and puts his face closer to Fujido's.

Cold sweat slipped down on Fujido's forehead in his eyes, which he could see from near.

"Miracles are never infinite. Shallow faith is blasphemy against God and creates a profound tragedy. Oh, my friend. Saint Brave (Holly Brave). It is no coincidence that Fujido and I met here. This is... destiny."

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I don't have a voice. Scary. Fear of the unavailable, far stronger than an aversion to the fact that a man is close.

The feeling that you don't move no matter how much you try to move your body is like you're having a nightmare.

That arm stretches. It's such a natural move that its luxurious palms hang on the neck of Fujido.

Fujido noticed it was after he had his throat suppressed. Probably wouldn't have noticed until you could have touched it where it moved.

"The Saint Brave (Holly Brave) doesn't need the weak. Weakness is... sin to the chosen and brave. Because of that weakness, countless innocent people die."

The air flexes. That was killer. Quality that Fujido and the others have never felt - killer.

Respiration is inhibited by the precipitated air. Not just the person to whom it was directed. Aria and Limis' pupils on the side narrow with tension and fear. If I could have voiced it, I would have screamed.

Unlike the Immortal Species (undead), which are directed only at hatred and resentment. It is also different from Trent and the Warcraft who fought in the Vale Forest.

Even the incomprehensible was directed with a clear will. Besides, for the first time, Fujido had a strong fear of humans.

I have strength in my fingers. At that moment, Gresha, sitting silently like a figurine until now, blinked her eyes and inquired.

"What happened to that demon?

Gregorian moves are 'physical restraints' that take advantage of large levels of differences, differences in authority that can be exercised against this world.

Although it is a powerful force, it was known to gain resistance by increasing its ability to level 30, even though the exercise of power requires extremely high concentration. That's why mercenaries need to take the lead up to level 30, and also why they can't escape the higher-ranking Demons without at least level 30.

Even though it goes to the Fujido and the others, it doesn't go to Gresha, a subdragon species and with an original crusade suitability level of 60.

Unexpected cross spears loosen the power of Gregorio's hand. Focus is disturbed and capacity constraints are loosened.

Fujido's restraint was lifted and he fell from his chair to the floor.

I couldn't move anything until earlier. My body moves as if it were a lie. I turned my gaze once to Fujido, who coughed furiously with his cheeks, and Gregorio smiled quietly. Point to the trunk case opened in front of you.

"Oh...... don't worry. The demon has already perished. Look, the skin on the outside of the" Contraindicated Box "-- it peeled off the skin of the demon."

"Shh, shh... shh, shh, shh."

Coughing like a whimper, every emotion swirls behind Fujido's brain.

Gregorio's eyes move violently and he holds his head down to be extremely impressed.

"And... Ha-ha-ha... Every time I look at this, every time I look at The Contraindicated Box (Pandoraz Coffin), my faith grows!

At the same time as the growl, the remaining three restraints disappear. All of a sudden you lose your posture in the power of your returned body.

Gregorio flips the table over and skips the kick with Fujido's face still lying on the floor. The shield that I took out was swallowed by a sawdust.

"This is - God's life! God gave the Holy Brave a test!

It was almost miraculous to be able to put out a shield. Fujido's shield is huge enough to be inconvenient to carry around, but its disadvantages are almost erasable for Fujido, who has a magic guide that can be stored in different spaces.

Awesome power conveys the shield. There's no way you can step on it with it lying on the floor, and Fujido can slap it against the wall with every shield. The bones are built-in and the sight is blurred when the head is hit.

"Garnet!

The first thing I reacted to was remiss. To that scream of sorts, I jump toward Gregorio like the garnet I was on my shoulder bouncing. The little one reacts to the war will of Remis and wraps up a huge amount of heat.

Without moving one eyebrow into the heat that distorted the air, Gregorio anticipated the timing and trapped the little lizard in the trunk case in a familiar motion.

Hang the clasp properly in the trunk as it is. To his dismay, Rimis doubted his eyes for a moment, but immediately issued an order.

Garnett is the superior spirit in the divinity of flames. Rock or iron, but evaporated in an instant.

"Burn it!!

Voices propagate air. Garnett is loyal to Remiss.

But the orders must have arrived, but there's no change in the trunk.

"Huh...!?

"Ha, ha, ha, ha. It's no use, it's no use. This' Contraindicated Box (Pandoraz Coffin) '... consists of the Vajra Divine Stone (Orihalcon) and the Holy Silver (Mithril)! Every sorcery, every temper, every passing thing! Mr. Fujido, it's the same material as the shield of God that the old Saint Brave supposedly used."

A lightly wielded trunk strikes a remiss. A remiss that is not durable and not wearing armor floats into space on impact and collapses to the floor without even taking a reception.

Once you turn your gaze to the remiss of laying low like you're dead, immediately turn away, Gregorio approaches the squatting Fujido.

Aria finally figured things out jumps off the floor and pulls out her sword like she's getting up.

Gregorio shook down the trunk in a light motion on a blade that hit the reverse.

The blade is bounced off and kicked into the empty torso. Still wearing armor played a role. Without armor, the bones would have definitely broken. Its length blows easily and crashes into the shelf. A broken dish descends on the floor and makes a noisy noise. I'm conscious, but I can't get up properly with the damage.

"Ha, ha, ha! Brittle...... too brittle!!... This is Saint Brave (Holly Brave)!? Humanity's Hope!? Stupid! There is something about failures. Heh heh, but if that's God's life - I'll martyr on it."

The time earned by Aria and Remiss' actions is never wasted.

The intense glare that was occurring in Fujido due to the shaken influence of his brain is slightly cured. But by then Gregorio was already in front of us.

Tighten your body, bite your pain, and set up a shield. Gregorio beat that shield in the trunk relentlessly.

Walking Bourne's shield was frightened by the slaughter of Huge Skeleton. Gregorio hits him in a row, even if he doesn't mind being prevented.

The blow from Gregorio, almost the same height as Fujido, was heavy and stormy in intensity.

My hand, which was holding my shield to the impact, is paralyzed. Fujido's Shield - "Shining Shield" is not the supreme piece of holy sword or holy armor, but it is the highest class item in the Luke Kingdom. Made from an easy-to-process and rugged 'blue metal', the numerous magically added (enchanted) shields have strong resistance to blows, slaughter and magic.

But that shield is also inferior to a rare trunk case made of more metal.

I've been using it for a month now and the surface of the shield, which didn't scratch one, quickly became scratched by Gregorio's attack.

"Come on, come on, come on! Holy Brave! Show me the will of AZ GREED, its power!

"Huh."

Despite the shouting and beating, the momentum of that beating shows no signs of diminishing.

Fujido was desperate. I want to pull out the Holy Sword, but I don't even have time to pull out my sword for that stormy blow. If you don't put up a shield with both hands, you'll be bounced off instantly.

At that time, Aria rises in pain and is slashed from behind by Gregorio.

Back that looked full of gaps. On the verge of reaching it, Gregorio rotated his body greatly. The trunk strikes Aria's torso on the horizontal giraffe. The blade shakes empty and Aria blows lightly.

"Ariah!!

But a gap was made for a moment. Fujido pulls out the holy sword. It was a bit of an operation, but I've already done it many times.

Blue and white mysteriously shine in the sunlight as the sacred sword plucked out of the window.

The moment Gregorian movement stops at that brilliance. Fujido, with all his strength, waved down the Holy Sword Ex to the man in front of him.

That was temperamental, but there was a clear gap. But Gregorio defends the slaughter in the trunk without avoiding it and without fighting back.

The sound of metal bumping into each other.

The feeling I got back in my hand. The unexpected feeling gives rise to a squeaky voice from Fujido's mouth.

"What...?

The void of thought that occurred. Gregorio's trunk plays the blade and is slapped on the empty half of his body.

A broken bone, a crumbling nasty sound of meat.

Gregorio told Fujido, who broke himself, as if he had been stunned.

"... Mr. Fujido, have you... never met something you can't slash?

"... ahhh..."

I can't breathe. There is a thin windy sound overflowing from the mouth of Fujido. That also sounds like a kind of scream.

The Holy Sword Ex has a supreme slashing flavour. Some of the demons in the Vale Forest had powerful bones no less than steel, and some enemies used armor and swords in the undead of the Euthis tomb, but Fujido had never felt resistance to them.

God's forged sword that cleaves metal without even resistance.

Shock and pain, confusion darkens Fujido's vision. Even if he desperately tries to keep his mind open, everything in his senses fades away and falls into a deep swamp, as if to bruise his will.

Shortly before my consciousness completely disappeared, I heard a sound like an explosion.

And so is the joyful voice Gregorio leaked.

"'The Wrath of God (Lars of God)'... hehe, I've been waiting for you, 'Transcendental (Exdeus)'"