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

When the Grievance Demon jumped up, he jumped to shelter with one foot.

The arm to be swung is spread on a piece of paper, and the shield puts its right fist in. Towards the opposing monster intercepted, he sees a left and right streak, a left spinning kick.

All bullets in the combination hit.

The blown monster stuck straight out of his head into the cow's carcass. Rotten meat and sludge jump.

"Shh, wow..."

A grudge demon rose up to scratch off such a grumpy Carrborough groan. As if to ravage the dead, its black feet kick in and out of the gutters and bones.

……

It was all I could do.

Draughtrow would have already done it. To the stubbornness of the missteps, the drift shield was heartily amazed.

But it's working.

- Rosilu.

The monster flutters faintly, but step by step, and steps the earth toward shelter.

A few steps forward, accelerated. A black mass approaches instantly. Drift shield focuses on the shaft foot to intercept...

"Huh!?

A powerful left leg slipped as it slipped.

If you look toward your feet, the soil at your feet is slightly soaked.

"Ku......!

It was a drifting shield that manages to hold back without falling, but it fails to flaunt the blow of the shaken monster, and the black remnant blushes his right shoulder.

"Damn, ah...!

No technology, nothing, just even a force blow.

Blunt sound. Running severe pain.

Even with the pain of screaming unexpectedly, the current monster is already in pursuit. Big, black fist to pull the bow...

"Eat it!

A thunderbolt that flew with Carbolo's temper landed on the grievance demon's arm.

But that blow only causes faint white smoke. The monster doesn't even show frightening bareback.

"Doesn't it work, dammit...!

It must have been Oracle, the all-over divine chant that I unleashed at the end of the chant.

At the same time as the trembling voice of Carbolo, the fist of the resentful demon cut the sky into a straight line announcing death.

A blow is thrown into the right cheek of the shield.

――――――――

The drift guard did not defy the momentum and turned his neck in the direction of the beating.

No, not just the neck.

Rotate counter-clockwise for each body.

"Huh... Rah!

A left back knuckle rolled out while the centrifugal force captured the monster's face. Spread blood splashes and resentment demons retreat.

A cheer boiled down from the soldiers.

"... Pep"

Shiatsu throws up the taste of blood that spreads in his mouth.

Anomalously slipping away.

It was a geisha that could have been made because Carbolo's electric shock was slowing down resentment demons. As for drift protection, I'm not sure I can do it again if they tell me to.

In view of the distant monster in between, the drift shield exhales shallow.

So each other, one step. Another step.

Tingle, pack the distance.

- Teya.

The Grievance Demon also decided that he wasn't a good opponent to set up a detour because he was outnumbered a few times, but he stuffs his mistakes with a slip of foot, although it's not the kind of setup people take.

(... don't miss it)

Tons, tons and. As we make sure one step at a time, the drift protection also shrinks the distance.

Dim cave. I just got my foot taken off by the mud. Move forward carefully, feeling that the ground is certain.

Counter is what the drift guard is after. I can't wait to step into this environment, the dark clouds and slip again. Secure the scaffolding and wait. Instead of setting it up from yourself, the moment the monster jumps, slash it on the spot and drop it -

For a second.

A resentful demon's body blew up, along with a bursting sound that stuck his ear.

"... ugh!?

It was similar to the sound of pounding water on asphalt.

The resentful demon, who jumped like an electric shock, falls on his back as he ejects blood from his entire body. He lay down in a large letter and threw his hands and feet straight out.

"I wonder if this is the place."

If you turn your eyes to your voice,

"Mr. Kelisdell!

"Ke, Lord Kelisdell......!

"Silver Leaf Squad" Silvalios "is the figure of one, Kelisdel Vinais. The long-sleeved woman takes a small female soldier and steps into the hall with a grand foothold as the late lead. An air of relief spread among the soldiers.

"What...? Now......"

What bothered me was the blow now.

Something flew in from the side at that instant of a single stroke. Simultaneously with the flashy bursting sound, the instantly bloody resentment demon. It's like...

"Mr. Kelisdell is good at it. It's commonly known as" shotgun. "

Carrborough, who had come next door at some point, proudly answered somewhere.

Shotgun.

Seeing the sight now, that was also the word that came up behind the brain of the drift shield.

"I don't know, but that's cool. Dr. Lockwave named it."

The attributes of Kelisdel Vinais are: Wind.

That too, he said, only to the extent of causing an obscure gust.

But she compensated with tools for her ability not to extend.

Place the poison powder on a gentle breeze and sprinkle. Mix the iron rhombus in the gust and beat it. Shotguns are just one of the techniques created by the fusion of the murder weapon and the divine chant Oracle.

She honed those moves and climbed to the corner of "Silver Legion Troop" Silvalios "over sixty people.

Anyway, it seems that that style of filling the missing parts with tools is also common to the drift protection we're about to deal with -

- Huh. I heard a faint, breathless sound.

Liquid shield, who turned his gaze to the lying grudge demon, breathes unexpectedly.

The monster was still alive.

He is shivering his body as he falls on his back and raises and lowers his large belly, which protrudes abundantly.

"This, this one! He's still alive!

A soldier I noticed screamed in a screaming mixture.

He has a rush of drifting protection, eats Kelisdell's shotgun, and survives while being bloody. It was life force to the point of awesomeness.

"Lord Kelisdell... what will you do"

"Oh? I thought it was huge for Draughtrow... but that's a face you don't see. Unknown resentful creatures… etc. If we can catch him alive, we'll progress with the research, but it's dangerous to imitate him in a detour because he's unknown, eh? Either way, I'm dying... and I won't."

Kelisdell put one hand up high in his eyes.

"- I'll stab the stop. Everybody, away."

Follow the instructions and the soldiers distance themselves from the fallen grudge demons.

The drift shield also tried to leave, stopping unintentionally.

- Rossi,

Sound.

- Lew,

The sound is leaking. Earlier, when I was observing this grudge demon, it was also zero. The breathing sounds of this monster.

Gaze at the fallen grudge demon. The dying black monster stared at the driftshield with his peeling gullible eyes. The sight of each other is crossed.

――……

Oh, my God. He said something. Eyes.

Liquid shield, which felt cold, tried to retreat early...

- Teya, Le

So, it was small and faint, but it sounded clear.

From the mouth of a grudge demon.

If you recognize it as a voice, not a sound.

- Colositeal Lugo

Shortly after, the resentment demon's head blew up.

The released shotgun puts a new hole in the black body. The flesh, which is supposed to be stubborn, jumps to be plowed. Blood splashes that blew up. Just in case, a fierce sweep just like that. Assuming there were more than one life, an awesome barrage of storms that could kill all of it.

The blood and the iron rhombus scattered, leaving a sound of paralysis and showery rain.

That's how the silence comes.

How many 'bullets' have been shot in? The Grievance Devil no longer moves with Pickle. This time, for sure, he was desperate.

As the air of horror spreads to the soldiers, Liquid Protection stands alone. The flying return blood was sticking to my face, but I even forget to wipe it and stand up.

(... is... talking now...? Kill him, do it...?... Huh? Me...?

Did you talk to him? Why, you got my name? Why is that?

"Ha, you're done, Lugo! No, thanks to you... Lugo?

You're surprised at the rod protection, and you sound like Carrborough cares.

The boy was staring at the monster, who turned into an immobile piece of meat, and asked in dismay.

".................. Cal, Boro.... from that grudge demon, like this... Didn't you hear something...?

"Hmm? What do you mean? What's wrong with you?

"..., no"

He turns his face to the other soldiers, but no one seems to notice. Everyone is boiling down to victory.

Right now, the closest I've ever been to a Grievance Demon is homeless protection. Did you just sound like yourself? By chance, did it just sound that way? also a wind hoax blown into the cave. Or is it just my fault?

But, you know, two eyeballs staring at drift protection.

There's no expression. I couldn't guess because of it, but I wonder if it was in that gaze. The emotions are exactly as they say. Negative sentiment, worthy of the name 'Grievance Demon'.

"... status quo, two dead... right.... Well, I think the culprit is this grudge demon... General, just in case you continue exploring the surroundings. Actually, there was Draughtrow, too. If there's no other threat, I'll withdraw it."

Before that... Um, the Grievance Devil spoke.

With that said, will the soldiers who are here now believe me?

I didn't feel like talking about that fact that I thought could be any more than "I can't use the Divine Chant" Oracle "in this world.

Leaving the cave, the area was already dimly stained. To mark the beginning of the night, a giant goddess is giving a peek at its appearance.

The wind stroking your cheeks is cool and comfortable because it was tucked away in a confined space.

Due to the situation in the cave, it was determined that the culprit of the farm raid was that black monster.

A much larger body than Drawthrow. Intelligence to start an incineration.

Other than that, I don't know all about it, but if the research department examines the recovered body, they might find out something.

The two draughtrows that stay together are irrelevant (though it may be strange to say so). I'm not sure if it came recently or if it was inhabited from the college raid, but anyway, the monsters encountered and clashed with each other shortly before the Stream Guards visited today, where the defeated Draughtrow unity jumped out of the cave and is expected to have bowled in with a group of soldiers.

Given that Draughtrow is inherently nocturnal, he may have come under attack from that black grudge demon.

Now we are just waiting for troops to come and collect the bodies of resentful demons and the remains of the war dead. The communication technique also informed the client that the job had been completed.

"Good day, Alliumi guerrilla. Thank you for your cooperation."

"………… no"

In response to Kelisdell's gratitude, Lifeguard had answered himself with a voice that seeped incredibly tired.

Engage the unknown grudge demon, two dead.

As for the scale of the damage, it is said that it is a minimal category. If you encounter a resentful demon who lacks information, it's not uncommon, he says, for troops to be devastated without the art of exchange.

I guess Kelisdell's words also include praise for being dampened.

- But.

If only I had popped up sooner when I found that grudge demon.

What's more, the 'word' released by that monster.

Not yet, we can't recover from the mess.

"Ugh, motherfucker..., Yulek, it's Tarkoto..."

Some soldiers were nodding and leaking their ringing throats in front of a bag wrapped in the remains of soldiers.

……

The boy can't help but think.

If I had stood around better, would no one have had to die?

"If I'd done better... what do you think?

Kelisdell's words, as if he had been read in his heart, frightened him.

"It's called arrogance. The soldiers are colleagues. A warrior who should fight shoulder to shoulder, not the one you should protect. You're a partisan. I'm not the commander."

I guess I'm not trying to defend the stream. Just keep going pale.

"Sure, the result is, if you had popped up sooner, you might not have made a sacrifice. But the target is an unknown monster. He had an incompetent ability and had the possibility of getting paid back. You're right about what's going on. Yeah, well, it's not something that can hit the best hand and leave the best results. I should have done this later, because I know the results."

Looking up at the big moon blocking the night sky, the black woman speaks with a faceless face. Like self-restraint.

"It's Atashi's fault that they're both dead. of this Atashi who decided that the subject was a draughtrow and set up an operation on the assumption that..."

"That doesn't sound like it. If you're weak, you die, and if you're strong, you survive. Isn't that your creed?

It was a large soldier who approached the exile guards.

Kelisdell answers with a sigh of relief.

"That's right, Niles. So I'm not saying that I couldn't assemble the operation considering the strength of the weak ones, that they are a downfall..."

"Hmm, slacken your mouth"

The big man, called Niles, gave a reassuring grin on the back of his back with words.

He turns back to the soldiers and raises a loud voice commensurate with his body.

"Okay! Combine Yulek and Tarkoto's condolences, we're going for a drink! I..., I'm going alone!

Declaring so unilaterally, without waiting for a reply, Niles walks slowly. He knelt in front of a bag wrapped in the remains of a soldier and raised his clenched fist.

"Yulek, Tarkoto. I'm going. Until your minute, I'll let you fight.... I don't know how long I can keep fighting either... I don't know if it's going to be the afterlife, but I'm sure I'll see you again."

Wipe your eyes, the big man can get up and yell. Feel like shit.

"Ooh! We're having a drink today!

The soldiers, who were in mourning, also began to move. Some wipe their tears and raise their roar, while others pray to the dead just like Niles, as they slap their own cheeks to change their minds, offering their parting words, standing up and walking.

…………

I was watching as if it were a drift protection.

"Aren't Lugo going? Luxury?"

Carrborough, who finished his prayers, called out quietly.

"Yikes... I am,"

Stick to the back of your brain, you can't leave.

I got my neck screwed, soldier's face. The sight of a soldier's face on the beard surface with a relieved look when he saw the drift protection, shattered. Vivid sound. Splashing blood.

I'm not going to say anything strange. Lifeguard knows nothing about them who are dead. Sad or something, I honestly don't feel that way.

It was just shocking. I was shocked.

It's not like when Dimaldo, who previously confronted King Aldia, 'disappeared'. It's so vivid and cruel, it's called a person's death. The sight of that moment, when humans turn into unspeakable chunks of meat.

This world is cruel. Not many times, I've thought so. But until now, I have never witnessed a moment when a man's life would be lost.

And.

- Colositeal Lugo

"... I can't be in that mood..."

Lifeguard had some blameworthy tone, to which he had replied.

I thought I could do just fine without vomiting in this place right now. It was a shock of people dying in front of me and a mess of grudges talking about it, and it was a gutter in my head.

"... ha. That's what I thought when I was in the first place."

"Huh...?

Carbolo narrows his eyes and monologues as he looks at the backs of the soldiers walking to each of them.

"Soldiers are tough jobs. Me... I always look back at my room before I leave home at work." Maybe this is how I leave home and never come home. "

Did the two dead also leave the house thinking about that?

"Tell you what, I don't know when you're gonna die. - It's your job, right? The guy next door who's happy to win today may not be here tomorrow. That's why you make a scene while you're alive. If there's a dead guy, don't worry about him."

It's a senior take-out, Carrborough added.

My fellow survivors today may disappear tomorrow.

So the living celebrate their survival, and they swallow cups, vowing their resurrection. And I wish the dead happiness in the afterlife.

Tomorrow is not always a day to visit. Let there be no remorse.

"It's the same thing I told you to introduce me to the kid at the academy. Soldier and lover, one crack is dead tomorrow, how tight."

Give me a bitter laugh. Carbolo speaks.

"By the way! Let's go! This time, you're the star!

…………

Neither does drift protection make sense.

But.

"... bad. I'm going home."

Still, I didn't feel very noisy.

I just joined, no food, no drinks, I'm not going through my throat.

"... well. Well, I can't say I can't."

Carrborough sticks his fist out for drift protection.

"Let's work together again. You're not gonna die until we meet again, are you?

"..., oh"

I responded by meeting my fists.

"Kelisdell! What will you do?

"Oh, because Atashi will finish the takeover, stop by my client's and then go. Keep the place warm."

"Got it -!

Carrborough replied as he played, "See you later, Lugo! Blessed be the Creator!," he says and runs.

Kelisdell leaked his words in a sigh of sigh to the drift shield left alone.

"... I also thought when I met him before. You're a strange kid, too. With all that skill, it has a surprisingly delicate side. Well, whatever."

Kelisdell and I decided to wait a long time until the troops who were coming to collect arrived.