Disciple of Immortal

Outside the city walls, me and Pomera were fighting goblins.

He manages to buy time and stand around while playing goblins in the pattern.

Pomera was basically hitting and fighting with a cane to keep her magic warm.

"Out of the blue, that's a lot of..."

I poke the goblin with a pattern and push the goblin behind my back while dodging the goblin stick.

If you defeat them in one piece, they will pay about two thousand gold more than the Alliance.

It was Pomera's story that the goal of the day was for the two of us to aim for about eight bodies.

However, they were to be surrounded by five goblins early after leaving the plain.

"Maybe... nearby, there's a goblin nest. If so, you should report it to the Alliance... and have a Class C Adventurer investigate this neighborhood. If we reduce the number, we might as well let them get away with threatening goblins somehow... for both of us, it might be a little harsh..."

I snort at Pomera's words.

There's a reason I don't use the blade of my sword and I use the pattern.

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[Hero Sword Gilgamesh] "Value: Myth Class"

Attack: +3500

Magic Power: +2500

Three thousand years ago, he was born as the most powerful man, a sword that the prince of a certain country loved to use.

Its brilliance has the power to cut off the life force of demons and demons directly.

In the epic, it is spoken of as a "golden swing".

One of the Four Heroes of the Dark Ages who defeated the Coalition Nightmare Curse Festival by the Five Supreme Demon Kings and saved people by ending two hundred years of rule.

In this swing, it is assumed that a third of the kingdom power of the flourishing kingdom was infused.

When the Prince died from an odd disease, the Prince's body and this sword were supposedly extinguished so that they could be returned to God.

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It is currently the weapon I was equipped with.

It's one of those things Renaele gave me.

It is a sword characterised by blue paint on the golden blade and emitting a unique glow.

I wondered why a sword of this origin was in that underground dungeon, and I wondered if the gods, who misbalanced and overdominated the demonic side from the beginning with the prince's birth, might have created him as an adjuster, but now it is not there that matters, but that this sword is too powerful.

At first I poked a loose goblin, either because their magic was too low, or because the goblin sanded and disappeared, suddenly leading to distrust from Pomera.

On the contrary, I succeeded in telling Pomera that it would be a mistake to look at it, but the same hand doesn't work.

I somehow take a goblin stick in the pattern and deal with him.

... If you show Lunaere's power even on one scale poorly, that could be the only reason for disbandment for a pathologically caring Pomera.

I won't be able to stay like this forever, but this time I'm thinking of going through it in this style for the first time and slowly talking to Pomera again.

As I was checking on Pomera while she was taking over the Goblin attack, I could see her wand losing to the Goblin stick with a force push.

Shit, have you seen too much?

If this makes her suffer any extra injuries, I'm not talking about a real fall.

I gently pushed the previous goblin with my foot to pull, poking the goblin's forehead with a sword pattern waving a stick at Pomera.

"Are you okay!

At the same time I raised my voice, I could see my kicked goblin blowing apart and the head of the goblin poking my forehead flying straight down the plain.

"Yes, Pomera is, uh, okay..."

Pomera said so looking at Goblin's head flying with wide open eyes, letting his mouth pound.

Oh, unexpectedly, the goblins were brittle.

Active movements may have to be fairly attentive.

There were two goblin survivors, but both dropped the stick they had in their hands and ran away.

"Duh, I'm glad you managed to get away with two. Now that we've cleared up the three goblins..."

As I say, check the remains of the goblins.

Goblins with the poke of "Hero Sword Gilgamesh" have become sand, so they're unlikely to prove to the guild that they crusaded.

Goblin had just been told by the Adventurer Guild to retrieve the left ear area because it would be treated as proof of crusade.

"And now that we have two goblins, six more are the goal."

That's what I said again.

... although Goblin's neck, with his forehead poked, flew far away.

"... I know it's a violation of manners to pry too much... you know, Kanata... you're a pretty high level person..."

Pomera glanced at the person whose goblin's head had disappeared, and then said it without saying.

"Oh, it was a good hit, I hope it might be..."

"Where's the hit...?

"Uh..."

When I was questioning Pomera, I heard footsteps.

Not all in one, more than one.

Looking back, I can see a bunch of goblins rushing straight here.

Look at me, I'm a little with twenty.

It was usually not just the species, but also about three individuals with red spots mixed together.

Pomera told me beforehand to run if I saw it.

It hits the top species, it's a goblin leader.

He said that if a flock of goblins could be done, the goblins with power would be dyed red in the flock and they would take command of the flock.

"Mo, Monster Parade! This... Near this city, it shouldn't happen first! Escape, or you'll be surrounded! Use the dead branch of the tree! Goblins fear fire. It should be somewhat better than not......!

Exactly, it doesn't seem like it would be if you were deluding your power anymore.

When I set up my sword, I saw a human standing at the head of the goblin.

A tall, eagle-nosed man.

He gave himself up and was walking this way with a strange emerald horn in his hand.

He had a grin on his expression and stared at this one with his shady eyes.