-Masters Quest.
It's also the admiration of adventurers in a way, and the guarantee of life is a super dangerous quest nowhere. That quest is allowed only to each Alliance Master and is given only to Adventurers with credit and strength.
"Why did you give me the Masters Quest? This is the first day I've met a Lamb woman.
It didn't seem like the first time you asked me to do it. If it's the Wang Capital, I haven't done any good in this guild yet. No credit, no shit. You should be suspicious if you say your strength is also suspicious.
"The Guildmaster of the King's Capital in Rustberg is my old companion. I've heard your story before. You beat the S-class two years ago, didn't you? I'm not complaining about my strength. Besides, I think you're more than equal to the S-rank when you talk about Hull Cass' lady."
"Heh, you knew Gilmouth"
There was no small surprise in that matter, nor was there enough noise. It wouldn't be uncommon for Gilmouth to know each other.
Because Gilmouth and the others were once among the adventurers who made Buybuoy say it.
"Well, you're corrupt with that grandfather. Well, shall we get down to business? With Alliance Master Permissions, I hereby issue you a Master's Quest. The request is to investigate the site recently discovered and eliminate the danger, or report it."
"Roger, Lamb lady. Anything found in the ruins?
Request until using Alliance Master permissions. In other words, I understood that this quest was urgent and decided to take it on immediately.
Plus, I only have a week before Luxeria picks me up. In the meantime, there is nothing to do, so it would have been just fine to say so.
"I'll leave that to you. But I forbid you to destroy the ruins without darkness. And, as an addition, it seems the discoverer has inadvertently activated the Guardian of the Ruins. The destruction of this is absolute. I didn't know when I was coming out."
"Any word on the Guardian?
"I don't think so. All I know is that it's made of something special, not metal. The discoverer, the B-rank adventurer, had no teeth at all."
"I see..."
Guardian or... non-metallic material...
I see, he's a formidable enemy.
When you have no teeth at all in the B-rank, the strength estimate is above grade S. Let's get our minds together.
"Okay, you're gonna show me that far, right?
"Of course you are. Put one adventurer on. I don't care if you're packing or whatever you want."
All right, there's nothing more I want to hear. Let's just say we go fast.
"Nice to meet you."
"I'll do whatever I can."
As such, I headed to my first Masters Quest.
Blowing sandstorms.
A windy wind winds up the dust, covering his sight. Sandstorms do not try to move there as if they were protecting something hidden within it from external enemies.
I just keep rejecting what comes with that wind and sand.
"How do you get in there?"
I stood up in front of the storm junction and groaned in difficulty.
"That's crazy... there was no sandstorm when I came here before..."
Rose, the guide, answered my words. Sounds like the B-rank adventurer that Lamb said.
Rose seems to have dived into the ruins with his people, but he was repelled without any exchanging to the Guardian. So I reported it to the Alliance, and that's how it started. Lam decided that the Guardian's presence was dangerous and put out a quest on me before anything happened.
It may be better than before, but it seems that the city was destroyed by a Guardian who ran wild in another ruin. By then, the Guardian is powerful.
Well, they hit the category of ancient weapons rather than the Guardian at that time, but I can't abandon that possibility again this time. A swift solution would be desirable.
"Didn't you push some weird switch when you ran away?
"Uh-huh. It wasn't like that, but hey. In the first place, that's why we're stuck in there."
Is that true?
"That's a breakthrough for now."
Would that be enough of a demon costume?
I can't figure out how much to consolidate for not having magic caged. Do you want to go into the demonized state for one second?
"Isn't it easier to wait for it to stop?
"That's one hand too. But there's no point in waiting if it's not a natural occurrence, but a monument."
Rather, natural occurrences are suspicious. If we don't move this far, I just think we're protecting that ruin. I can think of any reason why the Guardian did something, or whether these guys did something when they ran away.
Well, maybe we're just talking about these guys being lucky.
I think so for a reason.
Before I left, I asked in the city about the ruins, but no one had actually seen them, even though I knew the story of the discovery of new ruins.
Everything. They said that was where the sandstorm wouldn't go away. The story is a famous one for those living in the desert, and it is natural to avoid passing through. The only thing approaching was the story of travellers who did not know the desert.
I could corroborate Rose's reaction that he didn't know the story. I mean, these guys are travelers. Nothing's wrong with me because I'm an active adventurer.
So these guys must have been lucky enough to discover the ruins at a time when the sandstorm disappeared due to a glitch or something.
That was a funny story in the first place. It's not so far from the city that you can't find the ruins.
Of course it would be possible that he was hiding in the sand. However, according to information received from officials, it is a large site there. They told me it wasn't like they couldn't find it buried.
In other words, when collected, the site functions back to normal. Then there's no point in waiting. Because I don't know when you're going to get a glitch.
"Rose needs you to wait here. If I don't come out after a week, think it's dead and report it to Lady Lamb."
"Co, here for a week? Ho, are you serious?
"Seriously. Well, I'm gonna be back in a couple of days, but not for once because I don't know what it is. But it sure is hard to wait in the desert for nothing. Slow down in this."
I didn't expect to get another chance to use it. I don't know if I should be happy not to donate to the country...
"Oh, Castle ⁉ Wow! S-ranked adventurers are different after all!
Rose sparkled her eyes. She's like a girl who admires a princess.
Well, instead of a castle town around that castle, there's not one private house. Besides, I'm leaning slightly because I put it out on anxious sand...
"I'm glad you liked it. Well, I'm the same B-rank as Rose."
"Again. Well. Don't be so modest."
"No, seriously?
"No, no, that's why... Huh?
"What?"
On the contrary, I asked back if it was such a surprise. I've been sporadically surprised at this age just to say B-rank...
The reverse pattern is fresh.
"As it were, well, you don't mind using this castle as much as you like. If I don't come back, I'll give it to Rose."
"Really ⁉ … Roger, I'll be waiting for you back here. Goodbye......"
"Hey, stop it. Don't look at me like I'm going to die because I'm going to get a castle... No, please don't! It's only been half a day since I've seen you, and you stop crying!
"When we get back safely, we'll live together in this castle"
"Stop flagging me, too."
I stormed into the sandstorm, feeling like my husband would even be sent to war that way. I only pray that it will not become a fighter with only one way of fuel in it.
"Gee ho ho... I thought I was going to die..."
Being flagged weird, half ready to die and jumping into the sandstorm, I managed to get inside the ruins alive.
That's fine, but the sand made my body white. Neither did the monster costume seem to prevent sand and dust. My mouth is still jarring and disgusting. For a moment, it's much better than when you're stuffed with sand in your mouth, nose, and cup...
"You don't see the Guardian. More in the back?
I thought I was guarding the entrance exactly, but he's not. I guess I'm sitting in the back more.
I gently sanded it off and then looked up at the ceiling.
The room itself is not dark, it is bright. The light leaking out of the gap in the ceiling was illuminating the room bright.
If that's the case, I don't need the lights, unlike when I met Seatella at the ruins. You'll be fighting this time, and it helps that you don't have to take any extra time.
With that in mind, I looked across the room through the entrance.
The relatively spacious entrance room had sand stacked in the four corners of the room and even sand deposited to spread to the floor. Is it Rose's and the others' on top of that, after someone comes and goes? Another big footprint from that. This would belong to the Guardian. Pretty big. It's going to fit in there even if I fall asleep.
"Well, do you want to start an investigation"
Keep the demon costume undone so that no matter what happens, increase the footprint on the floor and proceed carefully to the back.
I don't know where the trap is. Let's proceed with caution step by step.
In that way, there was another large room there, especially as we climbed through the hallway ahead through the entrance room, paying attention to the floor that touched directly.
Center of the room.
Sitting there, looking like a Guardian sitting in front of a door to the back.
Saying golem is the closest I can imagine. Overall, he had a horny body, and his head scraped a right angle triangle round, if you ask me. Onigiri head. The middle of its onigiri head is like a black gaze that emerges during the appearance of ordinary people on television, making shadows. An eye-like round sphere at its center.
Apparently, he's dormant.
I took a breath before stepping into the room. At that moment, the sphere in the Guardian's eyes glows red. It spreads throughout the room as if it were an alert lamp, illusory as if the ruins themselves were on alert.
And while emitting a strong light like laser light, the giant moved.
"I knew this guy was going to be crusaded..."
I'm a giant at 5 or 6 meters. High ceilings in vain to match the Guardian. The room itself is quite large to go with it. It was as if I was telling you to fight here.
Zuchin!
The Guardian moved. The weight of the giant rocked the floor gently. A stride worthy of a large body eliminates the distance from me in a few steps, and my arm is swung down.
Not fast. However, they say a blow weighing heavily on top of everything else is very heavy. In fact, the shock of the attack shook the entire ruin.
Don't collapse or anything.
The Guardian slashes me while I worry like that. A line while jumping up with a magically enhanced sword. It captured the shoulder part of the Guardian.
Keane!
My attack couldn't even hurt the Guardian. I rather had the feeling that the blade had spilled.
I immediately kick the Guardian's arm and distance myself.
"Hardness is more than King Auga..."
Is that the unknown material that Lamb lady was talking about? But I've seen things like thin blue rocks. That's the same stuff from the recording device room that was in the ruins we went to before.
I mean, more than 5,000 years ago, this Guardian was made. To protect this ruin.
The role is different, but it would be similar to that of Seaterra, who must have been waiting for visitors here all 5,000 years.
But this guy's destruction is absolute. I'm sorry, but I need you to finish that role today.
"The destruction of the ruins was minimal, I don't know what happened"
I can't use the most powerful contrition of my current moves. The ruins themselves do not collapse. That's the same with the Demon Bomb. All highly powerful moves have been sealed.
The person who made this Guardian must be the one who doesn't like it. You must have made such a stiff Guardian in anticipation of the intruder's purpose being to explore this ruin. That potential is being polarized by the defense. A half-breed attack doesn't make sense.
However, it is not difficult to attack the Guardian. That would also be due to the intention of the creator.
The Guardian's raison d 'être is the guardianship of the ruins. You don't have to kill an intruder. Defeat is enough.
So there's nothing wrong with a guardian specializing in defense. And with that hardness, they're trying to drive their opponents to jilli poverty and give them up. I don't like him.
I thought of my hands as I traced the creator's thoughts.
I fell for the creator's intentions.
Not very much, but I don't have the strength to kill that hardness right now. If you were to crush it, it would still have been possible...
There are hands that push through limits, but they are hopeless when they fail to push through. I should not use it yet. I could at least do it if I had one of my people...
"If so, is this all you have?"
I dragonized. And change the shape of the demonic costume.
"Demon King..."
I hit the hardest and fastest fist on the Guardian. The Guardian, who boasts a hint of hardness, floats in the sky.
But the body is unharmed. Something that would have been hopeful if it had been a little dimpled... what are we really going to do?
Before I could use my last resort, I decided to try to scratch a little more, and I knelt in on the spot and squeezed the giant boom that had risen and the big swing that ripped the air, making it fleshy to the Guardian. And stick out sharp nails reinforced with demon charms and demon costumes.
unpleasant sounds like when you stick your nails up against the gully and blackboard. I reacted unexpectedly. Wasn't that good, I got a front kick on my face that was released shortly afterwards.
"Buh......"
It doesn't hurt because it wraps around the demonic costume, but unfortunately the shock passes to the inside, to the brain. I managed to rebuild my system in the air and my feet fluttered slightly even when I decided to land on the ground.
Is the weakness of this demonic costume a blunt instrument after all?
When hard things collide with each other, the power to join each other increases. On the contrary, the softer the shock, the smaller.
That's easy to understand if you hit the stone and sand, my demon costume is hard, it's magically and exterminating, but the impact of the strike system is transmitted straight inside. I felt that was the weakness of this demonic costume.
One of these days, you might break your body with Paris.
Well, let's focus on this Guardian now, considering any improvements to it.
But what do we do?
Honestly, it equals no more hands to hit. If the shock is also transmitted inside the Guardian, there is a winning shot, but I don't see any such signs so far.
Do you have any good hands?
Do you wish the blow was as weak as my demon costume?
... No, wait.
If it's a weakness, it's easy to understand.
"Eyes!
I didn't realize what I did was such a palpable weakness...
I punched him in the eye as if to appeal to weakness. Then, for a moment, the Guardian shook freaked out as if he had even had a cramp.
"Say it!"
unprecedented reaction. I jump out big together when I feel like I can afford it. Cool time to re-use instantaneous motion is approximately 1 minute. Until then, I kept my distance to keep getting away.
The Guardian came after me as soon as he recovered from the cramps. But after seeing how fast Dick is, I have to say that speed is Noroma. In fact, it's a level where the Roses, who have mediocre prowess as class B adventurers, have escaped. It would not be a level where we could speak alongside the ancient weapons that destroyed the city very much.
I knew my weaknesses, and I made room, and I kept avoiding the Guardian attack without plundering it.
And keep running for a minute. Grinding Guardian's eyes with the hardest and fastest blow that finally marked the end of Cool Time bell. He then glued his hands inside and gutted them inside.
The Guardian, who would have guzzled his brain if he were human, still moved not to repel the intruder. But before that arm hit me, it turned into a statue as if it had been made into a comedy in the battle scene.
"Phew, the crusade is done. It doesn't have a playback function, does it?
You want me to take it out and destroy it while I can?
I stopped remembering being told not to break the ruins as much as I could, even though such an idea would turn my head. This is one of the ruins.
I've figured out my weaknesses, and if I play them, I can knock them down again. Let's tear it apart until it becomes irreparable afterwards.
"Well, it doesn't make sense if this sandstorm doesn't stop. I wish there was a stopping device somewhere..."
Honestly, I want to be excused from going back into that sandstorm. I want to do what I can to disarm it. Well, that's as if come on...
"Rest first. There may be a second and third Guardian after this..."
When I go back to the entrance room, I pull the sheet and lie down.
It will soon be dark outside. You don't have to pass the imposition, and don't rest when you can.
Let's start a full investigation tomorrow.
Not against the drowsiness that struck me after a while, I fell into everlasting darkness.