Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

Well, you can't stay...

Fifteen minutes to wait at the rendezvous point I was told by Priest Theo. I opened my eyes unexpectedly when I saw the men who had done magnificently in the middle of the magical neon shining path.

Sensitive. Probably pretty much above the guard of Rims' casino ruler, Piotr Delholm.

No sign of Puttle himself, but no doubt about it.

There are only six of them, but the enormous presence in them shows the path they have taken.

The bourgeoisie that dominates one city trusts it, considering the haunted air, the level is - 70 would be strong.

The black suit worn also looks like just a luxury suit at first glance and is for combat purposes with blade proof bulletproof specifications.

Of course, it is far weaker than the full-body armor worn by those who are fighting the Demon King's Army on the front line, but with a high level there should be no trouble in this kind of hinterland.

There is no magician. Probably because it's not that suitable for a passive escort. And of course - there doesn't seem to be any monks.

In this age of enduring the invasion of the Demon King, it is evil to say that the escort of the Casino King is to be carried out exclusively.

Even if you delude others, you can't delude yourself. If we act against the doctrine for a long time, we will not be able to use powerful sacraments. In the first place, I tend to forget because of the high level of stays and Amelia, but the level of monks is quite difficult to raise.

A group of six people specialized in melee combat thanks to their physical abilities, which are overflowing with presence and enhanced.

Confirm your strength. This one's alone - well, to this extent, we'll figure it out.

One in black. A blonde man who wanted to pierce me glanced around with a sharp eye and finally looked at this one.

Neon's radiant boulevard. I'm the only one wearing a monk's testimony.

"You're the monk that Priest Theo was talking about."

The blonde comes toward me shaking her body so loud that she intimidates me.

The skeleton is sturdy and the flesh is forged. But... you're stuck.

The accumulation of presence does not reduce the level of existence that has been raised once, but that does not mean that it will not weaken.

The accumulation of presence raises the - lower limit. As long as the luxury is exhausted, the luxury will be made, and if you stay away from the battlefield for a long time, you will be dull.

Fujido is weak. The level alone would be lower than the man in front of you, and your physical abilities would still not be within reach. But if you fight, Fujido will definitely win - it should. Maybe.

Hostility - rather than introducing yourself to men who don't try to hide their intimidation of the weak, offering their hands.

"Oh, it's Ares Crown. Regards."

The man smelled the liquor slightly. Its lips tremble tingly and its ends lift slightly.

I hold the hand that an unnamed man offered abusively.

And I squeezed that hand before the man put his strength into it.

"Ugh!?

The feeling of crushed flesh and broken bones. Smell of blood. Temperature. Screaming. Thin sound of intake through the trachea.

I'm a monk. I'm not too confident in my arm strength, and I would actually lose compared to a warrior of the same level, except for the story if there were 20 differences in level.

A man tries to pull his hand in pain, but he's not finished shaking his hand yet.

The fellow speaks up on behalf of a blonde who is losing his cool to sudden pain.

"Ki, you..."

"You tried to squeeze my hand, didn't you?

I'm not going to withdraw my concessions. I am not going to ask you to slow down and give way.

I don't like abdominal arts. We don't have time for this. I have already declared war through Priest Theo.

We have to take the bills one at a time.

A blonde man desperately draws his hand. The meat that was still well connected makes a noise with Michi.

But I won't let you go. The wound can be healed later anyway.

"Oh, no, that's..."

"You're blunt, you losers who fled the battlefield."

"Huh!?

I'm rational. All humans have rights, and even in these noisy times, well, they are protected as much as possible.

Even if you were powerful and talented, there is no obligation to fight.

Level 70 is super high. The realm of strength, talent, and luck. Definitely into the top one percent for dividing people in order of level.

Levels don't rise unless you fight and kill more powerful beings. These guys have been fighting the demons they deserve.

If this is the time you've raised your level so far - you've definitely gone to the front line.

But now he is intimidated by ordinary people about escorting him with the Casino King.

To think about shaking the hand of a monk, a faithful servant of the god of order, at the end of the sentence, there is more to disbelief.

No, I don't mind. They have freedom of faith. So I'm not going to do anything about it.

"You didn't think we were still retaining our full season power?

So this is - it's just business.

I hold my hand and grab the face of a man with a crushed hip. Close your eyes and converge your will.

"Intimidation (Pressure)". If you are at the forefront of the battle against the Demon King, you can use it and get the usual technique, and for a moment the bodies of the black clothes are stretched out.

"I didn't expect to stand in the way of divine life - a gut I looked up to - a quote that devoured the limited resources of being and raised the level. Even with your strength, if you stayed on the front line, it would have been about a 'wall'."

"Oh, you, no way - back out, group!?

One of the black clothes - the most behind me, the most existential man looks at me with a pulled look.

Mercenaries and knights from the war who still stop the invasion of the Demon King's Army day and night on the front lines.

The front is always understaffed. The trend is constantly shifting, and few can return alive from that battlefield, which boasts extremely high casualty rates.

My participation there was part of my mission as a heretic exterminator. I've only been in the war for a few moments, but I've never forgotten the air on the battlefield that burns my lungs.

I heard about some of them fleeing. But that really should be very slight. Because - you can't stand on that battlefield without a strong will.

I don't know if I'm going to meet someone like this, a fugitive at level 70, who wields power for no reason.

- I guess I'm lucky, too.

Efficiency.

What we need is efficiency. Saint Brave needs support as soon as possible. I smile unexpectedly.

"Garbage cleaning and negotiation will be done at the same time"

"Ahhh... ahh!

One of the black clothes pulls out a dozen centimeters of knife across the blade and comes slashing at me. Was it ex-spite, foot lifting is streamlined and I have no hesitation in a blow.

But it's late. And with a knife of that magnitude, you can chop up low-level ordinary people and mid-level mercenaries, but you can't do much damage to an equivalent or higher level of existence.

While grabbing Pierce's man, take a few steps back to avoid a series of attacks.

Demons of the Golden Tiger species who fought in the Golem Valley - Felsa was several times faster than this. I'm weak enough not to talk about it compared to Sanya, who should be a little lower if only at the level.

Converge your intentions to kill. Don't shout. Don't shout. Don't be afraid. If you don't kill him, he'll kill you. The opponent is always willing to kill. Have you forgotten that even a freshman mercenary knows that?

Corruption is... really scary.

Punch the man with the grip piercing the black clothes appropriately on the weapon. Take a knife blow, kick it, fist it, with a meat shield, and shake it off. Needless to say, the shield does not die because he is recovering instantly with sacred art. They still have a use for it.

It didn't take long for the opponent to completely lose his will to fight. Those who drowned in the casino of Lims. The drunks were watching us fight far away.

The guards won't be called because the men in front of them would have replaced the guards of this city for a long time.

He takes several attacks, but throws down an unharmed shield because of God's work, and looks down at the dull men.

"Tell your master. Get your weapons ready right away. Look, I haven't gotten my hands on it yet because it's against reason, and then it's inefficient."

I see, it's astute to pawn a prized loser who couldn't have grown up after a broken heart on the battlefield.

These aren't the only private soldiers Puttle would have. It is not unlikely that we have even higher levels on our side.

But I did what I could for now. Now Lord Piotr will have a little ear to listen to.

"I can't, I won't," he said. Not yet. AZ Gried says do it, but I'm just a little more merciful than God. "

I sighed heavily and gave a shove to the poor lambs looking up at me as if I were waiting for my last judgment.