Different worlds of the last heaven and knights of the fist.

"My eyes! I'm dazzled, seriously!

In a narrow, dark cave, the voice of driftshield echoes.

"Oh, that? Kashi-na."

Carbolo's secret attribute is thunder.

In order to illuminate the dark cave, Carbolo has been trying to light the lighting of the Divine Chant Oracle to the tip of his sword for some time now.

"Eyelash."

In the blink of an eye, the flowing shield closed its eyes.

Flashing like it enhanced the camera's flash several times. Your eyes are going to get worse, and the drift shield will hold your head.

"Fixation doesn't work... could it be here, a spiritual field...?

"Ray, the spiritual hall?

Fluid protection reacts frighteningly to words that make you feel something ominous.

"Oh, didn't Lugo really know about the divine chant Oracle? The Spiritual Grounds are places where the benefits of the soul and heart, Prarna, are unusual. That kind of place can't do the current world of the Divine Chant" Oracle "or fix it well. I think it's a personal difference after all."

"I see..."

He doesn't mean a psychic spot or anything like that. The driftshield stroked down his chest - but

"... be careful, Lugo"

In contrast, the vocal colour of Carbolo makes me nervous.

"I've just tried, but my skill doesn't make enemies work. No comms, either. We have to proceed with caution."

Carrborough's face, which finally succeeded in lighting a blurry, glowing thunderball, was clearly frightened. The only reason you look pale would be because of the addition or subtraction of light.

"... don't push it. What do we do? Back?

to the words that came out poking at nature and the mouth of the shield,

"Don't be silly, it's not a kid's game. I'm here for work. I turn back because I'm scared, what a translation...!

Carbolo's voice, disputing, was faintly trembling.

But there is a light in those eyes that makes you feel a strong will. He says it is the people of Raindeer who weigh their martial arts and pride, but Carrborough is undoubtedly one of those who lived in that soul.

What you said when you were exploring the woods, "introduce me to the college kids," etc., was probably also a light mouth to distract you from your anxiety.

"You're the one...... what do you think, Lugo? You were just called in as a temporary helper. What I can't... I don't think so"

Exodus replies sincerely to such Carbolo's words.

"Right...... I'm not a Raindeer and I think that's fine if I survive. Nothing. I'm not a knight who believes in grandeur. If you're scared, you run, and if you think you can't win, you run."

"Surprisingly... you're rusty. Then..."

"Well, nothing right now, if you're not scared, you can't win. I don't even think they're coming out. It doesn't matter if you can't use the enemy or communicate. So let's just clean up and go home. If you do, then you can run away with your ass at that time."

When I told him that, Carrborough smiled all overflowing.

"Oh man... that's awesome! I don't know what it is, but it's cool! I'm glad I made it with you! You don't have to introduce me to college kids or anything anymore! I wish I had you!

"Oh, uh...?

"All right, let's go, there's no such thing as a scary mon if you were here!

"Ooh. So... no, don't stick around too much."

"Why, you don't really see my skill, do you? By the way, what about my lights? Despite the spiritual field, this stable...?

"You were failing scatterly... I mean, you succeeded in keeping the light down... It's so... dim..."

I knew I was getting scared. In a different way.

Liquid protection going forward and Carbolo following perfectly from behind. The guerrillas proceeded to walk, somewhat more alert behind their backs than forward.

Would it have continued to walk the branched path appropriately and carefully, long enough? When I was getting worried about whether I was lost or not, I noticed drift protection first.

"Hmm? Is that..."

A rocky cave that continues like a whirlpool - a faint light that leaks from its front.

"Something... you're here. Turn off the lights."

When Carbolo turned off the thunderballs, the light source was only orange shaking forward.

"That... that's a flaming light. Something's burning. It's like a bonfire...?

Drifting protection prompts Carrborough, who swallows a lot of spit at his lack of confidence.

"You want to go?"

Nodding together, the two walk out more carefully in the dark than ever before. Little by little the orange increased its brightness, as well as the sound of being able to play with the patch began to reach my ears.

(... this is)

There will be no such thing as lava overflowing caves, and it must be a bonfire, as Carbolo put it. Someone's starting a fire ahead of us.

Liquid shield said the question I thought.

"Hey Carrborough. Is Drawthrow intelligent enough to handle fire...?

"I don't know... I don't think it's strange to do something evil like 'record' with sound ore, or start a fire."

"Right..."

Can you tell by checking with this eye?

The two lurk their breaths and walk slowly to avoid making any noise.

As the orange that illuminates the black rock skin increases its brightness and the sound it can play becomes louder, it gradually begins to nose - rot.

(What... what, this stink...)

The drift shield is about to vomit, and proceeds without making any noise.

That's how the two of them came to a deep bend. The swinging orange light source is probably just ahead of us.

- Ahead, I'm here. Someone's starting a fire and smelling rotten.

I know it's a draught, but once the cave's blockage and darkness are over, the flowing heart starts to pulse with slight tension.

(... hmm?

So she noticed the discomfort.

Starting a fire? Drawthrow?

I don't know if that grudge demon has the intelligence to handle fire, but that's not the problem.

As for drift protection, I tend to lose consciousness.

It's still daytime now.

A nocturnal draughtrow is not supposed to be active.

――――――

At the same time as recalling that fact, the driftshield had its face out of the bend so that it would be caught.

It was a large open space. The ceiling is high, dotted with reddish rocky mountains and turbulent grass.

There are four fallen and fallen men in the earth. The men, who stopped being slight, threw themselves out onto the rock skin and lay down.... naturally, I'm not asleep. Some of the joints are threaded in a direction that should not be bent. The mercenaries will say they didn't return.

Near it, a fallen cow. Have you been devoured, your rounded ribs are peeled out, and the black dots flying around you. There were countless other carcasses of something that no longer fastened the prototype. Livestock robbed from the farm? This must have been the main cause of the odor.

And - in the middle of the hall, the fire is burning as the smoke is raised, and just around the corner is the figure of a black monster lying on his back and falling. Grievance demon, draughtrow.

I was there. This monster.

But the black anomaly that plunges people to the bottom of their fears has now been thrown down on this occasion as a victim. I'm not just falling. The monster also has the joints of his arms and legs screwed in strange directions.

The only thing living in that space is' it 'crouching in front of the bonfire.

(... what, dude...!?

At first, I thought that was Draughtrow.

But no.

Both black body hair covering the entire body and its physical proximity to primates are common with Drawthrow.

But it's obviously big. The exact size is uncertain because it is crouched, but its height was likely to be as high as that of a small human being.

And its shape. A tummy protruding like a fat human being. Now, I can't feel the distortion like a draught on the length of my hands and feet. Except that the whole body is covered in hair, it can be described as a physique resembling an obese human being.

The appearance "Kao" is the extreme of ugliness.

I have no lips and my teeth are peeled out like I ate them. I don't even see a nose, and there are two true circle eyeballs in the eye position. That, however, is a human body model that peeled off the skin of your face.

"... Carbolo. What, is he...? It's not Drawthrow...... right?

The driftshield asks Carrborough, who at some point has his face out from beneath him, keeping his gaze fixed on the alien monster.

"I know, I don't. You know, he's... never... seen it."

Carrborough shrugged with a mostly dry voice.

Well, what do we do?

The target is an unknown monster.

Mercenaries and draughtrow bodies rolling around tell the story of the power of this monster.

- Thailand, Ta, Maga

……

Liquid protection frowns and carefully looks around to avoid making any noise.

Is it the sound of the wind blowing into the cave?

- Rossi, Lew

(... no, from that grudge demon...?

That monster bending in front of the burning fire. Black shoulders that go up and down. Is that breathing noise? Something, like a voice... something like a breath seemed to be leaking.

(... what the hell. You're a creepy bastard......)

There's no sign of the monster noticing this way. Now, I can set the precedence. If we can throw every stone from this position and get a fatal injury from an unintentional blow...

I guess it was the same idea as such a shield.

An ice spear that flew in from the direction of the day after tomorrow pierced the back of the monster bending in front of the burning fire. A black grudge demon falls flashy as if he was thrust from behind. Its body twiced and tripled, and the spear of ice crushed.

"... oh,"

If I turned my eyes, there were five soldiers on the other side of the hall. One of the spots we split the squad.

There were other paths that led to this hall, not just the roads that the shipwrecks came through.

"All right... have you finished?

"What is that grudge demon...?

The soldiers step into the hall, echoing their voices.

At the same time, the grudge demon jumped.

"Oh, we're up......!?

I guess it was a full force technique. The soldiers marvel at the monster who rose as if nothing had happened.

The grudge demon turned his face to the soldiers who had shot himself and showed him the trick of leaning his neck.

- Ta, ita magatai

I can hear it again, it leaks out.

Was it to set a goal?

The grudge demon ran out with two legs toward one of the soldiers. It's like a human being, but at a beastly speed.

"This guy! Your current blow isn't working!?

A soldier who sets up a shield in a hurry.

There, the swinging right arm of the running monster struck directly.

"Damn......!

To a blow from the side, the shield blew away.

Because of the cluttered blow, the soldier stomps on the spot with reluctance.

That divided fate.

Towards the soldier who let go, the monster waves his left arm with a knife to return. Black remnants from the straight side.

Baki, Kin, and.

There was an irrevocable sound.

The soldier, who had taken a decent monster blow, twisted his neck a hundred and eighty degrees and knelt. As it was, I fell down in depression. A face that unnaturally turned to his back stared into the void without force.

"Hih..."

Carrborough's voice was heard nearby, and the shield returned to me.

"Ah...?

Dead.

In front of me, people died. Incredible, light. It's not a drama or a movie. Just now, in reality...

"My dear!

One of the soldiers, exasperated by the death of his companion, runs into the monster and waves his sword.

A whimpering blow slammed him into the left shoulder of the grudge demon.

"... what...!?

Soldiers leak groans.

Monsters don't have to be faint.

The long sword does wave down to the demon's left shoulder, but it wasn't even a drop of blood, whether it was inhibited by black body hair or the muscles themselves.

The right arm of the monster is blown away for all the rewards and all the soldiers.

"Yikes......!

The soldier, who was supposed to be big, danced lightly through the universe and was slapped by a rock from his back.

A grudge demon runs over to the soldier who punches him in the face. Other soldiers unleash the Divine Chant "Oracle" toward the Grievance Demon, but the black monster thrusts through completely unintentional. Whether you take a fireball or a lightning strike, that leg won't stop.

Neither the sword nor the Divine Chant "Oracle" works. - In the soldiers, we can't defeat this monster.

"Come on!"

Here, drift protection popped up.

"Li, Lugo!

I can't afford to react to the voices of Carbolo I hear from behind, and the drift shield runs straight into the resentment demon.

(We can still make it -!)

Lifeguard runs half as he tells himself, fleshing to the back of the grudge demon.

I saw a soldier with a rock in his back.

I finally realize it here. It's a face I remember. Before I left, he was a middle-aged soldier with a beard surface, who explained to the shield about the stone throwing cannon.

While the soldier drew his beard surface to terror, he looked at the shield and gave a relief look -

(Wait, I'll help you now -!)

An awesome crushing noise echoed.

Then the sound of pepper, buckwheat and bone crushing.

On the face of the soldier, a black fist was slapped relentlessly.

"- Oh,"

No miracles or anything happened.

A drifting leg of protection stops in time.

A left eyeball popped out of the soldier's face in the form of a push into the fist of an implanted monster. After only shaking once like a pendulum, he chops a thousand and rolls down a ton into the earth of dirt.

As the monster followed his fist back motion, the pluck and red plush pulled the thread. Parallax and zero drop are - crushed tooth shards.

What was left was oddly similar to this resentful demon - shaped like a human body model, the face of a soldier.

It's just a lump of meat, a relieved look is a lie when it helps.

I can't imagine.

That face, which seemed like a good person, was like this.

"Ah..."

on the red face of its stripping,

"... oh,"

The first time I came to this world, I met that girl's face - her face, which I will never see again, overlapped.

"Ryugowo! They're coming!

The echoing scream of Carbolo.

The black grudge demon looked back and was aiming at the drift protection right behind him.

The pitch-black violence that roars. At the time of the hammer, the right arm is struck in the face of the drift shield - sooner, the grudge demon blows up on the horizontal giraffe.

Soldiers around him keep an eye out.

It's like, an example.

The drift guard was stationary with his right leg raised high without upsetting the equilibrium.

Right - upper-round kick.

"Get up."

Liquid protection throws a quiet voice at the crawling monster on the ground as he lowers his legs.

"Stand up quickly, monster"