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

"Whoa... there we go, right wih!

The sharp voice of Carbolo Froslan, a regular Raindeer soldier holding a long sword with both hands, echoes in the corner of the village.

The shorter-pruned blonde hair was all over the sand and the brown skin was scratchy, but its fighting spirit was even burning up instead of shriveling.

We've cornered the enemy, we're almost there. Such thoughts are causing me to forget the pain and at the same time encouraging the exaltation of the will of war.

"All right, I got it!

"Whoa, hang on!

Responding with the same temper as Carbolo, two young soldiers run in.

He stood in the form of blocking the road that stretched between the old houses, stopping his legs and setting himself up.

There's one black shadow of the beast that sticks straight in there.

The body is slightly below that of an adult male. The whole body is covered in brown short hair, the limbs have a slight impression, thick and short. But it would be proof left with tough muscle strength, kicking the earth at a rate that is not even comparable, such as humans.

"At first glance," it was an organism that could be described as a small bear.

One of the soldiers waiting will fly mighty anger at the impending beast.

"You bastard, come! And make sure it's a bear or a bird!

Yes. The reason for the proviso "at first glance" etc.

That's the bird's head. It is round and can be described as two melons in the shape.

A long, pointed mouth "Beak" stretches from the center of such a face. Running with the body of the beast as he protruded this even seemed hilarious and loving.

but

"... I knew I couldn't, wow!

The moment the bird beast approached, the two soldiers rushed into the shadows of the building.

With the difference of a piece of paper, the black shadow passes through the place where they were. The rattling vibrations produced by the progression gave the two livers a heartfelt twinkle.

"Hey, what are you avoiding!

"Mm, don't be impotent! More than I thought! We need to make it a little weaker, we can't talk about it......!

I was complained about Carrborough running by, and one of them slipped out of his hips barely returned it.

It's not very stoppable. Is it pierced by your mouth or bounced around your body? It's like being dialed into a carriage. You won't be safe.

"Kah, that's pretty nasty, this guy...!

Carrborough wiped the sweat off his forehead with a pulling grin.

A certain long idle countryside nestled in the mountains far from the Wang capital.

The village chief asked me to "eliminate the resentment demons that frequently appear in the village," and it was after noon yesterday that the Carbolos and six regular soldiers and a total of seven others arrived.

The appearance of resentful demons in villages in the first place means that there is no exorcism on the outer walls. This is tantamount to a situation where, by analogy, the doors of houses are left open in insecure areas.

Of course, there are exceptions, as in the case of the Midir College being attacked by a bunch of resentful demons, but these things probably happen because the inhabitants fail to perform exorcisms.

The village chief himself must be aware that such negligence has caused this to happen. Even lowered his head, welcoming the soldiers with polite manners.

I stayed to draw the village chief's attention because nothing happened yesterday, and today - the time is past noon.

Soon after the soldiers finished lunch scattered all over their villages and began to hit the guards. It rushed in through the gates that would, as a matter of course, be the gateway to the settlement.

"Wow, here we are!

"Run, run!

"Please, you soldier!

The villagers are also accustomed to experiencing repeated raids, quickly fleeing into their homes like they scattered spider children.

The classification is Category B and the identification name is Orthoval.

He is a resentful demon with a long and sharp mouth on his birdy face and a slightly small but bear-like body. Intelligence is extremely low, and only sets up advances against prey and external enemies as a rule. The field of view is narrow, either because of the little eyes that are a bit attached directly to the front of your face. If you hide in a shield or evacuate to a building and close the door… it is not so difficult to protect yourself because you will lose sight of the object. In a way, it can be described as unfortunate luck that it was this grudge demon who showed up in the village. Although there has been some damage to the injured and livestock, none of the villagers died.

But it is true that defending yourself is a relatively easy opponent, except when it comes to putting a stop to this. Because of his constant and endless strength and the overwhelming destructive power created by his advances, he was a formidable enemy that even accustomed soldiers could not reach a glimmer.

Orthoval even rushes around in the mixed villages. Soldiers who are attacking while moving to avoid being pushed forward. But sometimes the resentment demons have stubborn flesh as they move around quickly, and the soldiers can hardly get a decisive beating.

When dealing with a Grievance Demon classified as Rank B, three Regular Soldiers are required. but thats an indicator of boredom. It doesn't guarantee a win. Depending on the situation, there will be times when there will be a struggle between the ten, and vice versa, when the two of us can fight for an advantage.

It had to be said that, although the Carbolos are currently confronted with Orthoval by six, they are forced to struggle.

"Damn, I'm going to trick you......!

One of the soldiers whines with a sandy face as he lurks himself in the gaps in the building.

There are only six of us. Now, unfortunately, the enemy is taking the stream.

"Carbolo, where did that 'brave man' go? I don't think I see him."

"No, that's... just before the resentment demon showed up, he said he was going to give it up because his stomach hurts..."

"Huh!? Is it true, at a time like this!

Hearing Carbolo's reply, the young soldier held his head, "Oh, God of Creation".

"Well, I think it's time for you to come...!

Carbolo of the day, too, that's what makes his face out of the gap of the building with a face like a prayer to God.

Yes, it is. The number of soldiers is six, but another special man accompanies him on this mission. They didn't really fit the drinking water, and now they're going to make extra use of it. I haven't seen the demon since he showed up.

…… Hey, Carrborough! Not good! "

Clarified by the voice of the colleague pointing his finger, Carrborough turns to you.

"Ah... bastard, are you going to run...!?

An orthoval running around was headed towards the village exit.

It's a bubble of water if they get away with it, even though they gave it quite a scratch because of it. We don't know when the village will be attacked again if we don't stop here for sure.

"Damn, do I have to barge in even if I'm slightly forced!?

This grudge demon has extremely low intelligence. You won't be able to pretend to run away and lure out enemies - such as petty carpenters. If so, it can't be anything but trying to escape while watching.

"We're going after him!

"Ooh!

The Carbolos never jumped out of the shadows of the building, and began to chase after the diseased monster.

Orthoval driving down the village road at first sight - a grudge demon who was supposed to set up an assault, no matter what his opponent was, was holding his leg as confused.

Block the way, against its existence.

"That's exactly what I expected."

A boy stood in front of the village gate and said, his fist buzzing.

"This is the only entrance to and exit from the village. Then if you stand here, you'll definitely come."

Enough to hold onto the toilet while the village chief rushes you (stop because you won't be answering, I think). Even if we finally go outside, the war situation is overwhelming. The thought that the wounded grudge demon might try to escape - seemed brilliant.

"I'm sorry... you can't let me get away with this. Let me knock you down."

Though it looks sloppy and close to existing animals, it's a grudge demon there. A being that can never be compatible. As a boy, I didn't have some resistance. But he's not willing to forgive me over there. I sit low and focus on my limbs. The little double-eyed on the top of his mouth was lit with obvious intent to kill.

To cope with such a monster, the boy softly sets his feet on the ground. Though quite small compared to those of his age, he was recently credited with being like a robust fortress because of his heavy muscle-covered body and calm standing.

Hair has short dark hair. The face is a feminine creation with a slightly youthful appearance on a plain nose without depth.

Make him a high school boy from modern Japan, just one guerrilla belonging to the Reindeer kingdom - his name is Arisu Current Protection.

Boy and grudge demon, quietly facing each other for a few seconds.

It was the latter who cut off the tantrum. He kicked the earth vigorously with his limbs and set up an assault on the drift shelter with the momentum of steel bullets.

In an instant, the two come into contact.

For a second.

The soldiers who had caught up with the resentful demons opened their eyes in amazement as the villagers watched the struggle through the windows of the houses.

Lifeguard flips his half and strikes, while quickly turning his right arm to the head of the resentment demon. Disappointingly tied and fastened his opponent's neck under his armpit.

"Oh, rah!

And I lifted it.

The force of inertia due to the protrusion is also added, and Orthoval's body jumps with tremendous momentum. The instantaneously upside down resentful demon's mouth grips him in a way that hooks him to the ground, but...

The drift shield fell backwards as it held the monster's head in.

Drawing a bright arc, Orthoval is forcefully slammed against the earth. Its vibrations echo slightly, even to the soldiers and villagers.

An exemplary brainbuster. The inhabitants of different worlds, unaware of the existence of such a throwing technique, only gaze at the sight with astonishment.

"... Mm"

The monster jumps up, just like the stray guard who stood up instantly while watching the big moves.

Between the two, something like a damaged yellow long sword was rolling.

A broken mouth from the inside and an eye full of killing intent.

I guess the damage thrown isn't as bad as it was. Either that or maybe it's anger at being hurt in the mouth. With a low growl, he wields his right forefoot for drift protection.

The boy took the rigid arm of a knocked down grudge demon with a gray hand wrapped around his left arm.

"-Sh!"

And let go, a counterattack arrow.

Fist right with cannon fired, tearing the sky in a straight line from the hipster position.

Blunt sounds bursting. Orthoval collapsed to the spot powerless by a positive fist thrust received between his eyebrows. Take the remnants of your heart, and the boy at the end of the karate house confirms that the enemy has been silenced.

"Ha ha! That's Lugo. Yeah!

Seeing Carrborough rushing by faster than he could breathe, the guerrillas returned a bitter laugh.

Thus, a daylight day when the God of the day shines brightly.

"No... this time, thank you so much. As long as I'm sorry for bothering you..."

When you look at the village chief who feels responsible and gets smaller, I guess the soldiers can't even say it strongly.

"Anyway, this time it was all about not having to get the dead out. In the future, do everything you need to do, including ask Mage, the chanter in the neighboring city."

With the soldiers exchanging their pre-departure greetings sidelined, the drift shelter turns its gaze to the ridges of the distant mountains.

(Now you're done with this assignment. But well...)

Stick around, sigh leaks.

It's a long way from here again. No matter how many carriages you fly, it takes a whole day or more to get to Wangdu. Arriving at Midir College will be early and tomorrow evening.

I came to this fantasy world called Grim Crows, less than five months early.

Although I just have a feeling that I have become completely acquainted with it in terms of my life, I still wondered if I could do anything about this thing called the time it takes to travel. Instead, he felt the difficulty of moving again as he began to roll around in his assignment.

It's something people get used to, and drifting shelter is getting to read books flat in rocking carriages these days. That's how I've been able to kill my travel time most of the time, and the underlying problem hasn't been solved...

I was just feeling a little depressed thinking about it.

"Oh, that! Ki... Knight!

From right around the corner, I heard a terrible voice.

If you wonder what it is, when did it come, the village boy is looking right up to the street shelter.

"Oh, um... thank you, knight! This, come on! I'll give you!"

That being said, with only as long back as the waist of a drift shield, he has offered a small hangover.

"Whoa... are you gonna give it to me? Thanks."

"Come again, knight!

If received reflexively, the boy rushes vigorously, probably waving.

"Ha... I'm not a knight, me"

In the wake of the whining of drifting protection while serving the dungeon in his pocket,

"That's good. When I tried being a kid, he said knights, soldiers and guerrillas were with him."

Carbolo, who came, slapped me on the shoulder with a full grin.

"No, thank you, Lugo. Thanks again for your help."

"Ooh."

"By the way, Lugo, are you feeling all right with your belly?

"Well... I'm calm."

"Hmmm... you, you've been on assignment quite often lately, haven't you? Isn't that just how tired you are? And I wonder if I came to my stomach about the time I drank water."

"Yes, something..."

What a belly. I used to be sick and weak when I was a kid, and I don't think it's usually possible to be hit by water on unfamiliar land.

But sure, I keep working these days.

When missions such as the Grievance Demon Crusade occurred, more and more voices were being asked to "accompany" the exile protection as well. And I kept accepting those requests without turning them down.

……

... I have a sight that keeps me out of the corner of my head.

A dark cave stretching through Dealey's forests, stepped in on his first assignment. The black aliens I've been waiting for there and the two soldiers who have lost their lives in the line of duty. Depending on your standing around, two lives you may not have had to scatter. Kelisdel Vinais of Silver Legion Squad Silvalios, who was leading the squad, is advised that that is not something that drift protection cares about.

Still, the thought may be somewhere in my mind that if I go out and stand up front, I can reduce those things at all -

"Get some rest. Sure, it would be helpful if you came out, but what if you couldn't do it and something happened to yourself?"

I guess Carrborough is right. Besides, there is a limit to how much flow protection is put out.

"Right...... right. I will. Thanks, Carrborough."

"Beh, I'm not worried about anything. If I don't come out to you much, my playing field will be reduced..."

"Why show a hectic tung there"

Such exile protection and the state of Carbolo - one of the two soldiers watching the former far away, to be precise, murmured quietly.

"... Hmm. Thanks to that 'no protection', I know very well that the mission could have been accomplished without jeopardy..."

"I don't know, you seem unhappy. What don't you like when your yama is safe and done without delay? Die of such a funny looking beast, laugher in the afterlife (Ratesheor). Various guerrillas."

"Son of a bitch, there's really no sign of using the Divine Chant Oracle at all. I don't know what you mean... it would be blasphemy against God"

"Well, I wonder"

"What?"

"I barefoot Farvnar, who came to the College, overthrew the detref of the" Silver Legion Troop "Silvalios", beat the "Penta" dino and was promoted to guerrilla with the Wang Capital Terrorism as an opportunity, finally winning the heavenly banquet of the Lefe. It's like being a resident of a play. I wonder what it is, Geisserius's return? Number one, look at that body. Wow, hey, what do I eat to get that muscle... On the contrary, I think I'm a man recognized by God. "

"What...? Don't listen to me. In the first place, I don't even like Geisserius. Look, the kind of guy who despises his technique..."

Each of the soldiers collides with the opposite.

In any case, the reactions of those who came into contact with rumored guerrillas were often bisected in this way.

What we have in common would be that this is how we become a species of talk.

After finishing his role in the village, he boarded a carriage to make his way home.

…………

Something lingers in the eyes of the drifting guard, who calms down in the back seat.

It's fixed with a stopper on the wall of the carriage. It was - a shovel. It is a tool for excavation that cannot be substituted when compared to modern Japanese ones, and is not particularly noteworthy. Was the one I put on there quite used up, or was it thinly dirty overall? Around the tip, dry mud and soil remain creepy.

In fact, a soldier's carriage was always equipped with several of these shovels for a certain reason.

('I didn't have to use it' again this time...... Ma, there's plenty of room in the carriage, it's not a secluded place... it wasn't a job to suck extraordinarily, is it natural?)

Flow protection stroked down his ho chest lets his gaze escape the window to turn away from the abominable.

(O......)

A neglected figure extending to the ground in the wake of the glow of God in the day, which began to sink across the mountain. Several residents, including the village chief, were coming to drop off the carriage. In it, I can also see the boy who gave me the hangover. While he tried to hide behind the adults, he noticed drift protection and waved.

"..., ha"

Somehow he was a guerrilla who remembered the lightness, but waved back.

Fighting resentment demons and evil men, long travel times. A soldier's assignment is harsh, but when you can turn your gratitude in this way, you'll be glad to accomplish it.

Liquid protection was able to follow the twilight mountain village, wrapped in warmth.