Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

"Die, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

"Hahahahahahahaha! Heaven bless me!

Fortunately, there was no one under Gregorio's room - behind the church. If anyone had seen this sight, a valuable believer would have been lost.

Jumping down, while gravitationally beating the mace.

Gregorio was already in shape. Gregorian boxes are more a shield than a weapon. Resist all attacks of very high altitude - shields.

The ground is dirt. The rain last night muddled me, the softened soil didn't stop me, and the Gregorio I took slips.

Continuous attack on Gregorio without giving it between counterattacks. That's what Gregorio prevents with the behavior he's used to.

Defense that is exact against each blow. Clear technology different from when you fought Zalpan.

It's the emotions of joy that stick to the other person's expression. I can't read that emotional intent.

This is definitely the one that prevails. Physical abilities are probably just a little higher this way.

Release an arrow of light between blows. It was released from the opposite direction to Mace. It pierced Gregorio's neck - but Gregorio doesn't even see some itching.

I knew it, but I growl to throw it away.

"Damn, you were really human!!

"Give strength to my God"

Words don't make sense!

I can devote all my energy to every blow of Mace. It's supposed to weigh even a dragon blowing up, but Gregorio let him take it all.

The power is not antagonistic, it is recirculating.

Why is this guy human? This world is wrong that this guy doesn't have access to retreat magic.

There must still be no god or anything to empower this guy.

Keep putting in the attack. Shoot a few times and Gregorian's stature will collapse. Did you slip in the mud!?

He didn't miss the perfect gap and punched the side of the trunk.

"Huh."

To impact, the trunk leaves Gregorio's hand. Bouncing loudly, he blew as he spun, falling to the ground a few meters away.

The box of contraindications is Gregorian's main weapon, and Gregorian, who makes it a root of faith, has no other weapon. Quickly reposition and face Gregorio with the fallen trunk on his back.

Get your breathing ready. Lower yourself and look down at Gregorio, who still turns the eye of the beast.

"Surrender, Gregorio. There was already a battle."

"Hehehe...... hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha How do you know if I'm still alive?"

Gregorio lifts his hands and flies them up as if they were bouncing. Claws, teeth, fists, feet. I see, he's definitely alive. With Level 83, that body can become a murder weapon again.

Even so, if there's a difference in level, it's gonna be hard to fatally injure me with my bare hands. In the first place, even if it's a weapon, I'm stronger.

"I will kill you no more."

"If that's the will of God!

I can't talk about it. Tongue punching.

Step back. The side of Gregorio flying over.

smashing its head straight from the side with a mace - making it look like it, spinning the pattern and wearing its belly.

Gregorio puts his knee in the loose and defends, but the pattern did leave a sense of damage done. The bones won't be broken, but bruising is enough.

Do you have pain, Gregorio steps back?

I didn't miss that, I stepped in. Gregorio screams with pleasure.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha, Ares. You're so sweet! Let's not destroy it, let's control it, etc.!

"That's weird! If you were after your head, you'd be defending yourself, you!

Shake up the mace. When I wave it down, I make it look like it and release a kick.

Step deep into it and crush the back of its foot. Swing down the mace on your right hand while swinging your left fist against your chin. Being fatally injured for Gregorio leads to defeat.

Cross the bluff and strike, but you can't get through it. But Gregorio isn't completely defensible either.

Tired of bruising. Accumulate damage to an untouched extent.

Fatigue, the damage definitely dulls the movement. Weaknesses of Gregorio Leggins, heretical exterminator (Crusader) specializing in exorcism.

Gregorio's eyes should clearly see the bright light that clumps into my body. My body has the magic of sustained recovery (regeneration) - physical fatigue hardly builds up.

As long as Gregorio focuses on defense, he can't make it out of combat with one blow. Over there, you'll try to avoid only fatal injuries at all costs.

"Heh heh... hah - strong! Ares, it looks like your faith is coming through!

But I'm Gregorio's worst opponent.

A highly durable opponent of his own specialty in exorcism. High levels, and above all, I know Gregorio very well.

Pull the dagger out of your hips with your left hand. Confirm that Gregorio's gaze will focus on you in the moment of intense reward.

Come on, Gregorio. Strike or slaughter - which do you prefer?

Shake the blade up from the bottom of the jaw. Fine. I hope he doesn't die. The wound - can be fixed. Bleeding can also drain health.

Did you think slashing wasn't a good idea, Gregorio turning the blade over loudly? A body that collapses at the price of it, its empty torso - shakes the mace wide toward a palpable gap.

And I swirled my body around without targeting Gregorio.

Gregorio glances. Mace bounced off my back of the head and jumped the impending trunk.

The trunk bounced several degrees on the ground and finally stopped moving a few meters away.

Something stifling runs up my spine.

Second time. Second time. I saw it when I first met Gregorio. That's why I was on guard. Therefore, we were able to fight back.

In the midst of concentrating on melee combat, I wouldn't have been able to do it if I hadn't been on guard. The moment of attack is also the moment when a person becomes most defenseless.

The bouncing mud stains my face. Without even wiping it, I glanced at Gregorio.

"This is... what the heck!?

"Excellent...... really great - Ares Crown. You have reason to be number one in sequence."

Gregorio, who had already rebuilt himself, murmured quietly, admirably. Low, slightly younger voice. Boy's voice.

The trunk moves with a clatter. Despite the distance.

Magic? No, magic comes with signs. Gregorio hasn't done anything.

There is no wind. There is no element that moves the trunk.

"This is the first time you've spotted my friend."

"Friends...... so!?

As if to react to Gregorian's words, the trunk danced heavily into the universe.

Flying through the sky, a few meters high, in circles, it strikes from the head with a bullet-like momentum. Launch it with a mace.

The trunk, which flew high in the sky, now swirled like a boomerang without falling to the ground and stopped beside Gregorio.

Gregorio's fingertips stroke that trunk as if it were merciful.

Be vigilant and take a step away. Set up a mace.

I don't know who I am.

It's not magic, and there's no such thing as authority gained by raising the level.

"What is that!?

"Heh heh heh, Ares. You don't seem to have seen it before."

Gregorio's fingertip rested on the trunk clasp and carefully removed it. It's as if you were unbuttoning your clothes.

Trunk opens. A garnet wrapped around a much weaker light from inside fell to zero on the ground, probably because the contracted magician was passed out, and it was there that he moved away.

But that's all. Inside - nothing. Silver-tight trunk case.

"Let me introduce you, Ares. My friend Pandora."

Gregorio hands off. The trunk case dances through the universe again. Turning around Gregorio three times, at great speed, he opened and closed against me again and again as if to intimidate me.

A kind of demon if only in appearance, very similar to a demon that is simulated in a chest present in the labyrinth. But it floats in front of me. It's never a demon. I don't feel life. It's just - it's the trunk.

Raise your guard a step. A moving object that is not magic. Similar to a rider on the face, Gregorio would not be able to use such advanced magic, nor would he have magic.

Pandora flies in without a signal from Gregorio. I'll even take the holy sword, it's a chunk of special alloy. I'm not just sorry if I bump into you.

Play with a mace flying straight from the front. At the same time, I saw Gregorio approaching me in a low, stormy (charge) posture from close quarters.

"Ares, this is a miracle."

§

Spica was afraid.

to the changes in Gregorio Leggins and the trail of destruction now in front of him.

Spica was afraid.

I couldn't do anything.

I should have untied the restraint by now, but I can't move from sitting on the floor.

You were losing your hips, you couldn't help yourself.

I can't stop shaking my hands and feet. I don't know what to think. Even with his experience in fighting demons, this was the first time he had seen people kill each other.

Yes, killing each other. Gregorio's abrupt reaction to Spica's eyes was completely incomprehensible, as was Fujido's ability to react to it.

My heart hurts. My breath is rough. Every time I exhaled hot breath, it was as if my powers were lost from Spica's body.

My hands on the floor rubbed the shattered pieces of wood hard, and finally returned to me in pain.

There is no one indoors. Fujido and the others who don't even move when they fall and lie down.

I don't know what you're thinking. My anger boils for a moment at Gresha sitting next to me, but I haven't been able to do anything either.

No, not just this time. Even in the tomb - Spica herself has not been able to contribute to any party. Following the full cooperation of Fujido and Ares, it was just moving.

A hand I took unconsciously to my chest touches the pendant on my balance.

The balance cross is a testament to AZ GREED. Made of red copper, that's just an accessory that doesn't even have a busy effect.

However, it had a slight effect on Spica's body.

"Treatment... I have to..."

Make sure you crawl and approach the remiss of falling and lying nearest you.

Struggle and flip through the body of a neat and totally unconscious remiss. Rimis' body was very heavy, even though it was the same size as Spica's.

Helpless, gripping cold palms. The classics were reading. He was also taught what kind of training to undergo.

However, the fact that Spica actually used healing magic has never been used.

Desperately explore information from memory. Recovery magic is fundamental to contact exercise. If you have high healing magic, you can apply healing and creeping power to your whole body just by touching it, but if you are low, you have to touch the wound.

"Head...? Shoulders?"

Explore Remiss' body. My heart is moving, but I don't know where to apply healing magic or where to hang it in these cases.

There is no blood. My face is blue and depressed. I'm unconscious.

At that time when the confusion was teasing me too much, a voice I was used to hearing came into Spica's ear.

"This again... flashy..."

"Amelia......?

Amelia, who was looking indoors to see when she came into the room, turns to Spica's voice.

Words are backwards, and Amelia's expression is not in a hurry.

"Why... here..."

"Because I was supposed to fix it. If it's too late, everything will be a bubble of water"

When he approached Fujido, who collapsed on the wall, he flipped over in a familiar motion.

When you take the pulse and check the pupil, gently touch the flat hand on the head of Fujido.

A strong, warm green light emanating from its flat palm.

"Um... Mr. Amelia... what can I do..."

"You don't have to do anything."

"So, but..."

Amelia turned her gaze to the talking spica.

The blue eyes are pointed at the spica. I'm not disappointed, I'm not depraved.

Spica knew who the emotion was.

It's - 'indifferent'.

"Sister Spica, you won't be able to do anything yet. At least don't interrupt me."

"Huh!"

A shock stuffs my breath for a moment in the shaky words. Without worrying about such a spica, Amelia will treat everyone in turn.

Finally, he approached Spica and took the hand of a slightly bloody Spica.

"Um... more than me... Mr. Ares..."

My wounds are not deep. I wasn't even hit directly.

More than that, what floated behind Spica's brain was about Ares and Gregorio walking out the window.

To Spica's words, but Amelia hung up clearly.

"Not required"

"Huh... why, is that?

"Because he can't beat the same monk (Priest)."

I assure you, that Amelia's words contain more than trust.

§

Level 83. The higher the level, the harder it becomes to rise. That level is Gregorian's stacked history of combat itself, and if it is also level 83, its combat ability is comparable to that of the higher Demon clan.

But Gregorio was particularly pointy among the heretical exterminators of the war.

Originally, human physical abilities are inferior to high-ranking demonic races, even when the level is raised. Therefore, we must use skill and witchcraft to cover it.

Ability of monks, the most important of the sacraments - healing magic (heels) that heals wounds and fatigue. Especially to fight a durable demon clan.

I've always wondered. How with fanatical faith and exorcism - how could Gregorio, who basically moves solo, continue to survive the years before?

Why is Gregorio still alive without the means to heal his own wounds?

"This is - is that why!!!

Beat them with mace with Pandora attacking them from behind. Swing the trunk down to Gregorio as if it were a bite to the mace. Gregorio took a step back and avoided it.

The nerves wear out. It's like the other two. Reason is unclear, at least it was that excuses exceeded one limit with clichés such as miracles. There must have been some kind of contact.

A man's sight is one hundred and twenty degrees, and no matter how he stands around, he can have a blind spot. Still, if you concentrate on your senses, you can cope with attacks from behind, but now the forward is neglected.

Gregorio's feet determine the ground. Mud splashes and a lower kick flies in.

Its physical abilities are a threat, but what it says is limbs. Take the kick on your knees. The paralysis spread over the leg disappears in an instant due to sustained recovery.

- It's hard to do.

Gregorio's eyes still shine like they did at the start of the fight.

The gripped mace is heavy. Pandora is still biting her and her mace's head. Impossible.

To Gregorio, Pandora waves down the mace as it bites. Shoulder-eyed and swung down. Its orbit was forcibly deflected and swung empty.

A kick flies from the left into that gap. I can't dodge it, I have no choice but to take it with my arm. The flesh sounded like bones.

Retract. Not much damage, but not fatal, but the stream that was there earlier is going to Gregorio. This is not good.

As soon as I got the distance, Pandora left and gave me a cancer and a noisy laugh.

It's not a demon. Neither the devil nor the kind of ghost is possessed by the tools. In the first place, there is no reason for Gregorio, even a monk, to use such a tool.

Pandora returns to Gregorio's disposal. Shake that handle, and the boy snaps.

Convinced. This is - if it is intended to dominate, it will be a protracted war. It's unexpected.

Exhale. Exercise healing magic on the remaining shoulders of the paralysis for immediate healing.

"How dare you... are you really human?

"Hehe...... Ares. You can do it."

Gregorio hands off. Arc at the same time and Pandora flies in. It feels like you're dealing with a self-contained hammer.

Throw out the mace and take it with both hands. Trying to bite my arm off. Push and hold it down. If it's just strength, I'm higher.

Take a few steps back. Gregorio is approaching. We have to solve the mystery.

The surface of the trunk was stripped from the top demon. Composition metals are Orihalcon and Mithril. Regardless of the devil's skin, the weapon itself was given to it by the Church.

Take Gregorian's fist, kick it, with an algae scratching pandora trying to escape. The impact through the metal propagates the arm and shakes the body.

Inside and out, there's nothing strange about it. I gave up checking the trunk and let go of my hand at the same time as I waved Pandora and hit Gregorio.

Gregorio dodges the flying Pandora to the side. Pandora swirls behind Gregorio and targets me again.

They're flying face-to-face. Plus, I slapped my fist.

Pandora blows up into space as she spins. My fist starts complaining of pain.

While healing with healing magic, he ran toward Mace, who threw it out before Pandora came back.

Fighting is a fool. There is always a gap beyond being two to one.

Gregorio stands in front of Mace. Pandora, who bounced off with her fist, falls over here.

I'm ready. Pandora can take it. Its power, its speed, is not as much as Gregorio wielded directly.

Take the knife out of your nose and throw it. Gregorio's reaction is abruptly delayed by it for a moment, but avoided.

And at that moment, one step after Mace, a terrible shock came through my body from my back.