Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

I'm not a warrior. We do not have a chivalrous spirit or anything else, and all means are allowed if we are to achieve our purpose.

Traces of the beast man were easily found. Voice reach range around Ultz as assumed. In the cave.

Observe the scars that are so engraved on the wall. No sign of the main unit nearby, but the smell still remained strong. Probably not that far.

Amelia touches a mark similar to its endless slaughter and drops her gaze down.

The beast man's abilities are increased or decreased by the amount of beast factors that he also has in the same race.

Essentially, the higher the factor, the closer it becomes to the appearance of the beast and dramatically improves physical ability. It is a respectable element among the beasts, but at the same time the stronger the factor, the wilder it becomes, so little is seen in the city of the people.

The wounds on the wall ran in parallel sets of four.

Hooknails are a common weapon of the Beast Man. Some species are sharper substitutes than bad swords, so much so that swords are sometimes made based on them.

I was checking next to me. Ultz roars in a low voice.

"... you're strong"

The cave had a unique air after the strong stayed. Those with high presence are just things that leave a mark on the world. Even more so if you have strong emotions.

Only sharp claw marks show that the species is not a concurrent beast man.

Not a single piece of hair has fallen on the ground. From the marks, this beast man is a fairly strong opponent of the beast factor, almost the whole body should be covered in body hair.

There are more species of beasts who excel in defense than in attack, but the fact that not a single hair has fallen off is likely to have sturdy fur. Maybe he just hasn't fallen by chance, but his opponent's power will never have passed to keep a high estimate.

Being specific to physics is, in a sense, the natural enemy of monks (Priests). Magic, curses, etc. can be handled to some extent by divinity, but because when the overwhelming difference is opened by physical ability, in monks with little means of attack, they become jilli poor. I may not even have time to cast healing magic.

Ultz is a half giant (half giant), and he's physically capable, so it's still better - Hmm.

I guess you had the same sentiment as me for quoting the other person's power, telling the roaring Ultz with a rugged look.

"A cat."

"... what are you talking about?

Ultz with an amazing look. Amelia also has a strange look on her face.

I continued to stroke the scarred wall once.

"The next word of provocation."

There are no changes to the operation.

The opponent is the Demon King's Army that threatens the people, its power is abundant within the assumptions. The layers are also thicker than the armies of the ten and eighty-nine. That's why Fujido has to crusade the Demon King.

I can't ever crusade against the Demon King if I'm just a little strong and I'm back.

"The opponent is probably the best of the cat beasts. The race of this hand strongly dislikes being inferior. Stacked anger is already close to its limit, you'll catch it next"

Definitely. This beast will never endure the next provocation.

Ultz frowned at me for licking my lips and asked me a word.

"Ares... are you confident you can win?

My level is 93 but I am only a monk. If you compete from the front with a warrior of the same level, you will lose eighty-nine out of ten.

But it doesn't matter. It is not self-confidence, it is victory. And you don't have to have more power than a beast to win over a beast.

Both Amelia and Ultz are waiting for my answer.

Don't make me feel anxious, it affects the condition. answered in a strong tone.

"Yes."

But it's not me who fights.

View Ultz.

A stubborn skeleton, in a giant out of the creep of a human race. Techniques that made a name for themselves as mercenaries and reason that chose the path of turning to monks.

If Ultz, a fighting nation, had been on the same level as me, he would have been far stronger than me.

I sighed at the fact and went on.

"But, Ultz. It's you and Amelia against this guy."

I'm not a warrior. We do not have a chivalrous spirit or anything else, and all means are allowed if we are to achieve our purpose.

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I smelled blood. The scent of blood climbing onto his head is drifting across his skin, Sapo thinks.

Even the simple provocation was close to a powerful poison for the Steel Tiger tribe, which had little chance of gathering awe and being ridiculed for its power.

The stacked poison now burns thoughts, and soul-stained combat instincts are just whispering to that brain.

- Kill him.

Guillotine and narrow golden irises pierce the sapo. Sapo made his expression stretch to the sound of a strongly trampled rock.

Footsteps that usually don't even make a slight noise are now flashy as if they teach their place. Nothing but a compensatory act that exudes anger, and that compensatory act doesn't seem to make sense either.

"Calm down, calm down, Felsa. That's a trap. You don't have to."

"Oh? Do I... do I look restless?!? Shit!

Rough talk doesn't allow objections.

From Sapo's point of view, it is a miracle that he was able to suppress his actions to the earlier provocation. No one can stop the Steel Tiger tribe, which was completely consumed by anger.

I hear a grunting noise from Felsa's belly. It's a belly sound.

It is the only reason we are able to stop Felsa.

Replenishment was supposed to come in a few hours. But then there's no more factor stopping Felsa.

But I also thought that would be okay. There's no way anyone can beat a full Steel Tiger warrior.

Even if there were ten sapos, it would be difficult to defeat them.

The mission is covert, but there's no reason to allow anyone who's after us to exist.

As its name suggests, gently tap the arm covered with hard hair like steel to calm it down.

"Supply should be about to come. The last time that happens, I'll make you pay for your undying provocation."

"Huh..."

As he swept his fangs out, Felsa silently made her walk faster.

Sapo follows it as he guards his surroundings.

I'd like to clear up some of my depression, but there's no sign of demons only at times like this. The golem without blood or guts is not good for clearing up the depression, but Sapo sighs, even though it would be somewhat distracting if even a few bodies were destroyed.

You may find it if you fly in the sky, but you had to avoid flying more than you know where your enemies are looking.

I force myself to convince myself that the fundamentals of the wings will quail, but not too late after the replenishment comes and Felsa finishes it all. By convincing him, he satisfies his self-esteem that he is not like Felsa, who cannot contain his instincts.

So, at any rate, I have to pull this tiger back.

The big back that goes ahead doesn't hide his anger. That reminded me of a bomb that I didn't know when it was going to explode.

There is nothing more to be afraid of than treading on the tail of a steel tiger. At least I would never take that choice relative to an angry steel tiger if Sapo were my enemy.

Stupid choice. It's a very stupid choice.

And once the supply is complete, the enemy must deal with Felsa as well as Sapo at the same time. Not as good as Felsa, but Sapo is also a Black Feather warrior who remembers his arms. A powerful blow from the sky that is not left to power - combat skills by Hit and Away will be a comparable threat to the Wingless.

Regardless, Sapo is also going to do everything in his power then.

Squeeze the golden medal you're wearing from your neck and think about it.

The medal was a powerful magic guide given immediately by the Demon King.

The Pendant of the Empty Cicada deludes the world's rarest detective magic.

Even a sapo that is not bright on a magic guide can see its usefulness and rarity.

That is, so to speak, a testament to expectations. I have enough power to tie things to this perimeter by playing Felsa, who doesn't think too deeply about things with short temper. And it was a sign that Sapo was trusted by Sapo, not Felsa.

If it hadn't been for it, Sapo might have just stopped working with Felsa.

Remembering the long and hard days, Felsa suddenly stopped walking in front.

Sapo speaks to the other side who stands on the bar.

"? What's up?

……

Swallow the voice that went out unexpectedly on its side.

My anger was gone. All the indignation that had ever appeared in his whole body, not his expression, had disappeared. Instead it was in that look - forget me.

Felsa that opens and solidifies her eyes. Sapo's thought stops for a moment in an unusual situation, but he quickly rushes to his side and shakes his shoulder.

"Hey, what's up!?

I'm not under attack. In the first place, I can't wear the fur of a steel tiger in an attack about the golem of the land.

My ears grow on the top of my head and move like cramps. The face slowly looks at Sapo.

A chill that you can't even get out of runs up Sapo's entire body from toe to toe.

The eyes of gold were so open that I could see Sapo's face on it glittering.