Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

In the wind and rain, a white beast barked.

It was the silver hairs that showed up from under the hood. Short, roughly cut silver hair reflects droplets and glitters. From its lips, a howl burst through the thunder.

The beast man excels in his abilities in proportion to the amount of beast factor he has, and is shaken with it by a strong instinct.

The mercenary I hired, Sanya Shuttle, is an animal man, but unlike that Steel Tiger Felsa, a man's factor is strong, and his appearance is almost no different than that of a human without his body hair or anything. It's just that the only tail that popped out of an empty hole in the ear of a beast growing on the top of its head and the glutes of half pants indicates that its presence is not human.

But factors, at least, their physical abilities, their senses, are much better than pure humans.

The stripped brown legs and arms are thin and scratch-free, but it's not hard to imagine that they hold tough, explosive energy. Being petty for a scourge that sells lightness and makes surveillance, investigation and crisis detection its primary role is of great benefit. On the other hand, it is normal for the force to go down that much, but the blood of a man and a different beast prevents the loss of power.

Bran Shuttle is a known mercenary for his role as a scout. I don't know if it's him or her, but maybe that mercenary chose the Beast Man as the person to teach his own skills to.

The sharp, narrow silver eyes are just the eyes of the beast.

My forehead is sticking to my forehead, but I don't see how I care at all, and I'm staring at the end of the storm. The shitty glowing eyes are as if they are enjoying this situation.

Sanya takes off that coat and releases it here. The belt that tightens the hips around is set with a knife and an elongated black stick-like 'arrow'. I don't have a hook and nail, but it's a dead weapon.

"Boss, take it."

A sailor forgets the situation for a moment and opens his eyes to distinct characteristics.

Before that, Sanya jumped on the edge of the ship. Rough waves descend, but that posture doesn't break down.

Unexpectedly ask the boss what he doesn't think he is.

"By the way, you, can you swim?

"If you're a dog"

I put out words I didn't know if they were joking or serious, and Sanya rushed out without hesitation toward the bow.

Apparently Bran Shuttle divides his skills into multiple people. Namely, tracking technique as a scout - a fighting technique as an assassin (Assassin) that gave rise to what was called a disease and a reason to bear the name of a thunderbolt.

Ultimately, they were going to inherit everything to each of the prospects, but that means half a serving - that's the thing.

The two I borrowed are both two or three steps inferior to myself in terms of overall strength. But that's not the case if you try to cut off only one field, is the teacher's valve. Blanc is quite a light figure and remains anxious about the language, but apparently he does deserve the amount of skill he paid for as a mercenary.

Step-by-step behavior is unusual and fast. No footsteps, and signs are faint. It would be difficult to detect if you weren't careful.

Silver hair only stands out as flowing, and the movement in the distance looks exactly like 'thunder'.

The ship jumps a few metres large. The sailor's screaming voice sounded.

"Tentacle! It's gonna break!

Soon, something black had been thrown from the sea onto the ship's deck.

Tentacles. The thickness is about my torso, crawling around on the deck in strange motion. I don't see the tip of the tentacle. The suction cup, which also had a flat hand in line with the peristaltic tentacles, caused the underlying fear.

Huge Skeletons and Gracial Plants were also big, but the Lord of these tentacles is probably bigger than that.

"... are you serious?"

The tentacles stretching out as they twirl away with the Lars of Gods. Tentacles cut a thousand times, blue and black blood dirty the deck, but instantly exposed to waves and flushed.

Soon there were many tentacles stretched out on the deck.

Tentacles are brittle, one blow is not strong, but they are numerous. The move is also a threat to those who do not specialize in combat.

A tentacle crawling over meets the legs of a sailor desperately clinging to the ship to avoid being drunk by rough waves. A big, resilient man clinging to the edge of the ship is easily suspended and screams. I packed the distance in one step and destroyed that tentacle.

A man falls and rolls onto the deck. Looks like he's not dead. The injured tentacles disappear into the sea without crawling around any further.

"Is the main unit underwater..."

I estimated this tentacle and its crusade adequacy level at 60. It would have been a little lower if I had been ashore.

It was to my credit that I had a small ship out. Approximately fifty meters from the edge of the ship to the edge. With this size, we can handle it wherever it comes from. The only problem is the overthrow.

"Stay away from the sea! If they drag you into the ocean, you can't go to the boulders to help!

Concentrate your spirit, converge your intentions to kill and intimidate. But the legs thrown on board show no sign of pulling at all. Are you a demon with a rough temper, or are you blunt? Either way, it's troublesome.

Sagna, who ran, was not hesitant to approach the anomaly. Run endlessly over unstable ships, even shaken tentacles on scaffolds, and cut the tentacles that emerge with a sweeping knife. The tentacles that took the blow pulled into the ocean as if fleeing.

I can still see room for that and feel just a little relieved.

Tentacle, huh? Strength itself is not so great, but if demons of this magnitude were controlled by the hands of the Demons, it would not be surprising that the Navy was defeated.

Even if the people on board can fight, the ship will be destroyed. And people aren't ready to fight in the ocean.

You cut the rudder trying to get a little distance from the demon, or the ship bends about. The waves descend heavily, and the coat gets wet snugly.

Sanya screamed at me as I chased the demon hand of the tentacle waving a mace while watching my slippery feet.

"Boss, I'm leaving!

It rocked so heavily that the ship was about to overturn at about the same time as the warning. A black shadow appears from the front.

Huge as a lighthouse. Dark brown skin is wet in mucus and I can't even tell where it's head to head and body to body.

I don't know where my eyes are, but I don't even know if I have them, but it was clear that the monster recognized this ship as a prey.

One of the sailors throws a scratch desperately. The sharply pointed blade did hit its body, but is shaken away without piercing it. Tentacles extend

"Big...... can you beat me up with a mace and knock me down......"

Even so, you can't not not not do it. The size of the tentacle is a threat at sea. How easy it would be to flip this ship without having to suck.

A thick tentacle swings up front, left, and right. It could be pierced as easily as the deck if it could be tapped. When I packed the distance in one step, I jumped ready to jump into the ocean and slammed the mace on the sideburn with my body.

The feeling of beating thick rubber is transmitted from the mace to the arm. I scream that the tentacles don't seem to belong in this world. A giant blows up like a rubber ball, and salt water bouncing off a shock pours down like a fountain.

Landing on deck with a battered reaction. Not hard but tough. The impact is escaping.

Apparently, Tentacle is the opponent whose strike weapon is hard to work with. Sure, Mace shot through the monster, but he hasn't been able to defeat it.

But a monk who has beaten such a mollusk would be about me.

As he regained his posture as he slumped and waited for the monster that would strike again, he squeezed the short bow that Sanya, standing next to him, had in his hand at some point.

It's an ivory colored bow that looks like a kind of work of art. Whether it is to allow for carrying, the size is about half the height of Sanya, something of the kind called a short bow, but a quiet temper can be felt from the bow that has become and the strings that have been pinned and tensioned.

Of course the arrows marked are made of black metal in themselves, which is also disastrous in contrast to the bow.

Wind and rain pounding from side to side. In thunder, there is no disturbance in that attitude. Silver eyes were sharply narrowed.

The beast man is supposed to fight with his own flesh, sword, etc. I don't use a bow or anything. but I guess that is a testament to her being Bran's apprentice.

I don't see a steeple in a tentacle like a black mass. But I saw confidence in Sanya's eyes.

"Aim hard"

"I don't need to be told!

And an arrow was released. The pitch-black metal arrows were punctured to be sucked straight into the center of the tentacle without disturbing the orbit, however, the fine dust. Its speed is exactly like a thunderbolt, pierced and the sky shines at the same time.

Thunder fell. Awesome sound and light. By the time I realized what had happened, the demon figure had already disappeared from the sea level.

A sailor, desperately clinging to the ship and watching the state of the war, looks at the rough sea with a frightened face.

Sanya bows down, lifts her lips gently and looks at me.

"Should I charge the boss for the arrow?

How much do you want for one? I'm pretty sure my arms are top notch, but piercing that rubbery body surface and killing that giant monster with one blow isn't just an arrow in itself either. It would be a coincidence that the thunder just fell......

I frowned for a moment, but I clasped my shoulders in remembrance of being called poor. Turn the bill up anyway.

"Don't be alarmed. The storm isn't over yet."

"The boss is diligent. As much as I want my master to fry and drink nail dirt."

Grabbing her wet skin flat in her hand, Sanya sighs. Apparently, it's not just against the boss who's disrespectful.

At that time, something slowly approached me from the deep mist I could get into. Even bigger than a tentacle, not a creature from the shadows. One of the sailors turns to the captain's office, screaming, making sure to crawl aboard the ship, shaking violently, with a blue expression. It's a stronger reaction than when the tentacle first appeared.

"Hey, it's a ghost ship (ghost ship)! There's a ghost ship out there that hates everything that's raw! Damn, never let me near you! They're gonna suck your soul off!

"I'm so glad Fujido didn't take the choice to cross the ocean..."

Not so unlucky. This is it for me. This encount rate. Then it's not something I've figured out what it would look like in unlucky Fujido.

And I'm really glad I didn't embark on the ocean by boat.

In the rough waves, I see a semi-destructed ship that rocked out as if it were an illusion, and Sanya stands up with a fed up look.

"... Wow, I don't like undead..."

"You're my specialty..."

A ship several times the size of this one. There are several major cracks in the hull, and it is strange why it has not sunk in this storm. No, or - you haven't noticed it's already sunk.

It seems that a soul without a place to die in the sea turns into a starchy demon. I guess this is how you draw your people in and become mighty. It's pathetic.

It's also on the edge of something that we met here. Let's at least purify him with my hands.

As the rainstorm poured down like a waterfall, I turned my hand flat on it as if I were approaching to be sucked over.

§

"Oh... God..."

Tears drip from Captain Romolo's eyeballs.

A giant ship that emerged in a desolate sea. Ghost ships (Ghost Ships) are the most troublesome demons to fight at sea. The sky appears in a torn storm, stubbornly chasing the ship. There are many wary creatures of the sea, such as the Giant Tentacle, which ambushes from the sea and drags the hull to the bottom of the sea with its tentacles, or the Ground Shark, which travels at super high speeds and devours everything it sees, but they differ from ghost ships in that, unlike the former, ordinary attacks do not pass because they are not creatures.

Once revived by sinking hatred, that ship never sinks in any desolate sea, and countless immortal species of sailors aboard it await new prey now or now.

There are rumors that if you defeat the captain, you can destroy the ship, but how credible is that rumor?

Since it is undead, exorcism is effective, but rarely, such as placing a monk on a ship, therefore, the encounter with the demon among the sailors was synonymous with death. I pray to God that I will come off that spear in case it appears, and I have no choice but to escape.

I was prepared to die the moment I heard the sailor's voice. I couldn't afford to feel regret or anything, I just feared the signs of death coming up from my feet.

But now, that ship, which is bigger than this one, raises smoke from its hull and moves away as if fleeing the storm.

It's a white light. Light enough to even anoint the lightning and clear the darkness for a moment.

The next moment my eyes dazzled, it was all over. Next to the captain, his men, equally dismayed by the poor situation, rubbed their eyes and stared away at the 'Ship Calling for Death'.

"Captain, is this... a dream?

"No -"

The escort was the only two who had asked to leave the port. A monk (Priest) with a huge mace, to a suspiciously small woman in a hood. He's the kind of person who cuts and throws away that it would be ridiculous without a formal permit from the state.

But now there is nothing the demon supposedly carrying this certain death can do to stay away.

At that moment, the captain understood that the two men on the escort now possessed the best of their ability to live and meet in the sea for decades to date. How many sailors would have survived meeting a ghost ship?

It was hardened by the shock, but it immediately retrieves me. Now the ship has left its biggest threat in the storm, but it's not in a state of alarm. Demons are not the only enemies.

That's when the captain's office door opened when he tried to scold his stiff men as if they were even dreaming.

Heavy winds and rain grains, in the sound, monks on the subject of this - Ares comes in. My hair was sticky in the rain and I was slightly wet from the tip of my boot to the tip of my head, but that look doesn't change.

An unrecognizable woman continues from behind, closing the door. Silver hair on brown skin burnt in the day. A testament to the beast man coming out of its top of its head and glutes - to what was supposed to be an astonishing trait. But the captain came up with nothing surprisingly emotional.

When Ares looked at the captain without saying anything about the matter, he said it was as if he were going to talk to the public.

"Captain, I want you to follow that ship."

"............ what?

I'm referring to a ghost ship whose fingertips are moving away with great momentum.

Ares continued to confuse the captain without knowing what it meant.

"I missed it, but apparently I have quite a presence. Maybe comparable to the superior Demon clan. Is that good for the ocean? How often do we meet? Exorcism seems easy to work with, and he's the one dressed up for it. I didn't think you'd get away with just a few scratches. Shit."

"... I can never... catch up"

The captain answered with an expression drawn to the appearance of a monk (Priest) who groaned abominably. I just don't want to be stupid like chasing a ghost ship.

Says the beast man who followed me from behind, leaking his hot breath.

"... here. So I said... what if I can't do it in the storm and the ship sinks?"

"Dog it."

§ § §

"... Aren't you going to eat?

"I... don't eat meat"

To Amelia's words, Hood cheeked up more of a block-type portable food.

The burning fire is making a sound. Even after getting off the lizard, the condition of Amelia's companions remains unchanged.

To a relaxed voice with no shards of tension, Amelia rubbed dry meat with no expression and lowered her eyes only slightly to the strength of its salt gas.

Amelia doesn't get too upset out there either, but the members Ares newly put on Amelia don't know what they're thinking either.

People read emotions from that look. I can't do that with the hood deeply covered.

Only once did Amelia see the face of its companion - Rabbi Shuttle. Since then, I've been trying so hard not to remove the hood.

You realize Amelia is staring, and the rabbi says it like an excuse.

"I'm timid... so it's not like I don't want to show Amelia her face. If I should do that, I'll take it off..."

"No... nothing"

To Amelia's words, the rabbi lowered his arms as relieved. I can't measure that inside of a hood that's peppered to the shape of my head.

Rabbi says as if to change the story.

"So far, Fujido and the others seem to be doing well."

"From this distance?

Fujido and the others are camping nearly three kilometers away.

It's in the range of detective magic, but even Ares won't be able to tell how the Fujido and the others are doing from this distance.

To Amelia, who opens her eyes, the rabbi answers her hands on her knees behaving.

"I... have better ears than Sanya. So I'm sure the boss put me on Mr. Amelia. I can handle it right away when I have to."

"... I see"

Rabbi's words were convincing. Amelia has heard the circumstances from Ares to some extent. He also sought two first-rate scouts and got two half-services specializing in each technology.

Amelia's detective magic is broad in scope but not always usable. Amelia is less likely to be at risk if there are members who are good at crisis detection who are always capable of fighting a wide range of enemies.

"Don't worry. My job is to protect Amelia, and I'm still confident in technology."

Rabbi says to reassure Amelia to shut up.

But still, even if this was the safer way to go, it was unfortunate for Amelia to act separately. Of course, I have nothing to complain about in person.

"Fortunately, there shouldn't be so many powerful demons on the road to Lane. The front line is all the way north."

The path of the Vines is a plain with nothing. There are only neglected plants on the plains that follow as far as we can see, and without villages, the demons that inhabit them are also small to the extent that they have grown hairs on animals.

Rabbi's right, there's nothing like hitting two people riding lizards (Runner Lizard) and traveling at high speeds.

Rabbi said as he put the hand-breaked branches in the incineration in a relaxed manner.

"Rather, I'm more worried about Sanya. It is not sane to cross the sea at this time…"

"... Then why did you follow me?

Ask pure questions about the rabbi speaking in a tone that doesn't even seem to worry about fine dust. The two that Ares brought in, but what was supposed to be a mercenary should not want to take on a dangerous assignment.

Not to mention that Ares' journey is to break the disaster straight from the front. To Amelia's words, Rabbi laughed slightly.

"Choosing work is a third-rate thing to do. It is not the words of the master that it is the hero who does the simple work that can be accomplished, it is the hero who accomplishes the impossible work. Instead, I wonder why Amelia is following the boss...... don't ask. It's not my job to pry things."