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[10th] Give it up! That?

As a disciple of the great master, Molang, there can be no shame in me being impressed by the paladin of the fantasy world.

Fantasy stats are not used.

The hormones that circulate my body are weapons themselves. Everyone has it, but not everyone uses it well.

Adrenaline, insulin, glucagon, dopamine, endorphins….

God must be a pervert.

Fantasy capability also introduced the concept of 'cultivation’, but our body ( ) did not deviate from the framework of 'cultivation’.

Repeated training only partially develops the brain and muscle, and hormones that are beneficial to the human body are released only under certain circumstances.

Ultimate inefficiency!

That's why I admire Master Molang.

His teachings.

“Swordsman warrior. Come!”

Hero T pointed arrogantly at me with his blade and exclaimed curiously.

He was exhausted from the struggle and recovered to full health with the restoration of Lady A.

I can't make excuses about losing because I'm tired.

I leaped without speculation.

Very fast speed.

“Be careful not to use the power of friendship. ”

My body was flying like a feather.

It's because the wind spirit pushed my back with strong wind and pushed the intangible obstacle in front of me to the left and to the right, thus lowering the air resistance indefinitely.

Here comes the Spirit of Earth.

The ground that springs up like a high jump, like a flutter, bounced off my feet like a spring.

It's obvious the acceleration is more accelerating.

“What the...!? ”

The hero T, who had just been in top condition, was hopeless.

It's because the Fire Spirit and Water Spirit are united and have evaporated all the moisture they need to be around him.

Hero T couldn't open his eyes properly.

On Earth, we call it "dry eye," but the ignorant natives couldn't have known.

The spirit of the mind stimulated the instinct of the hero T.

Suddenly, the fiery Hero T was unable to concentrate on battle.

My gaze continued to be taken over by Saint A, not me. I gaze carelessly at her breasts and buttocks covered in clean clothes.

The distracted mind dulled the action.

“Where are you looking? ”

Hijjah, a light smile on my face, lowers the Dagger Nuclion.

The delayed hero T reacted with a mating impulse to dry eye, attempting to evade without striking back.

But it wasn't about that either.

Shrunk.

The ground at the training ground was hardened, but unfortunately, only the soil that Hero T was treading on was wet clay.

Even the adhesive did not fall off well as if it had been applied.

I tried to evade in a hurry, but it didn't work.

“Khhhhh-?! ”

The slippery Hero T's body falls backwards.

But I am a fair warrior. There is no habit of insulting the other person with a single move.

Hero T wouldn't want me to.

Or not.

Heave-ho!

The Sword Nuclion slashes the Sword of Hero T and splits it vertically into armor. But I couldn't figure out how deep I dug.

It was because the blade was too sharp.

I feel like I cut open the air even if I cut someone.

“The treasure of the Holy Kingdom is so worthless...? ”

After seeing his sword, Hero T lost his word. You don't seem to care about the blood oozing through the cracked armor.

Was it that important a sword?

But I will not stand idly by in front of me.

I just kicked Hero T's handsome face like a soccer ball standing up.

Root.

This time, the senses have definitely been conveyed.

This is what it feels like when a high nose is broken.

“Huh-huh?! ”

Hero T's eyes were completely opened. If it were Alex, he would have endured and fought back. He was level and worthless.

That's why it's an extra.

“Oops!”

At this time, an accident occurred.

A sliding sword flew from my hand in a swirling circle, cutting Heroic T's cervical vertebrae between No. 6 and No. 7.

This was a clear mistake no matter who saw it.

“Knight Thomas?! ”

“Oh, my God! God!”

“How did this happen…. ”

The magazines I was watching around me were startled.

I liked the result.

Clean up the maximum hindrance that prevented Lady A from joining the warrior party - no, she died in an unfortunate accident and won't make any more noise.

The paladins attach Hero T's head to the slit edge of the neck.

It was unbearable for the weak, but no one said anything about it.

The cost of resurrection increases over time.

“You're not the one who's leaving here in vain. Wake up, Knight Thomas. ”

Whoo-hoo!

Lady A attempted to resurrect Hero T.

This is a worthless attempt. I can't resurrect all the dead from the dead.

By the way,

“Ugh... What the... ”

Somehow Hero T was resurrected.

The level fell considerably as hard as it would be to call a 'hero of the Holy Kingdom’ anymore, but it must have been that he survived.

Race: Human

Level: 317

Job: Paladin (Holy = Blessing )

⁄ Skill: Divine C Blessing C Slash C Resistant C Red D...

Status: Revived

Level 747 to 317!

But it's not just the level that drops.

Hero T's skills also dropped by one grade overall. Skills that were previously Class F will be completely lost.

It was better than complete death, but it was interesting that the skill was also hit. You won't be able to go anywhere and show them the 'Hero Tomato' card.

By the way...

How could he have been resurrected?

▶ Guess: Maybe it was a mistake? Strong Cadet didn't kill that knight, he cut his head off with a sword.

The analysis of the schoolgirl is quite reasonable.

You can make a few more mistakes and try to find out for sure, but at this time, the assumptions of the female teacher were very reliable.

Hero T, who checked his abilities, said in a bitter tone.

“God must have punished me for trying to catch you. ”

No one blames you.

Early bird says, "My hands are slippery.” I warned you, and accidents happen in the middle of a duel quite often.

And I acknowledged it.

This is the punishment of fantasy gods.

He wants to confess his sins and be consoled. Who's to say?

After that, no one caught Lady A.

However, Lady A, who was in charge of the Holy Kingdom, could not just leave. I needed time to do things from handover to good-bye.

While we were waiting for Lady A, we freely decided to act individually in the capital city of the Holy Kingdom.

“... then why are you following me? ”

“I'll follow you until you return my spirits. ”

Sylvia follows you around like a stalker.

Archer E, who controlled her like a nanny, said on the day the devil's curse was lifted, "Warrior, Please take good care of the princess.” I said irresponsible things and left.

Archer E reports the situation to the Kingdom of Elveheim and seems to be on a journey to find the Queen with her missing colleagues.

My mind contains the exact location and status of all but the Knights of the Earth, but I did not teach Archer E.

Sometimes it's happy to not know the truth.

How can the Queen of Elveheim explain this drama of loving the Demon King more than the Fairy King?

The same goes for Sylvia.

I hate you so much, I'll let you have it. No matter how angry you are, you don't insult your parents.

“Suit yourself. ”

“Hmph!”

Sylvia, who was a trivet, was decorated with clean clothes and accessories from the Holy Kingdom.

... is a foreign story.

No kingdom will serve a warrior party for free.

If my first memory is correct, Sylvia is wearing the usual clothes that she wore when she was a child.

I don't even know if I'm dreaming.

Still, this is quite a distraction.

Luke took the original stalker, Ranubel.

Sylvia is easier to deal with than the irritating ranubel pretending to be cute without rest.

I decided to ask him this time.

“Sylvia, do you know what's in the basement of the Garden of the Elveheim? ”

“Underground garden...? ”

“I don't want you to know. ”

You don't seem to have any idea that the first spirit was imprisoned in the basement of the garden. Possibly acting, but this fairy is not that smart.

Sylvia snaps.

“Don't treat me like a child! ”

“There's no evidence that you're an adult. Isn't that right?”

“Profit…! ”

Sylvia continues to chase after you, despite her vomiting.

I was not uncomfortable when I was going to stop by a famous bar in the capital city and buy delicious bread at the mill.

So I decided to prescribe a drama drug.

“You keep asking me to give it back, but if you follow me, you'll just keep losing it." ”

“... then what do I do? ”

“What are you talking about? ”

“The only thing concealed from my good brother was my spiritual affinity. The spirits attached to your body are special to me. Children who allowed me to make friends with my friends and colleagues who had been ignored by my own kind. ”

“Really? Work hard. ”

Apologies to Sylvia, but the spirits don't really follow her because she likes it.

He's the descendant of three regrettable fairy kings.

I was following a solemn pledge.

“What's so cold-blooded about this...? ”

I led Sylvia into the tavern, grumbling constantly.

Male guests, filled with round tables, glare at Sylvia's affectionate face and quickly darken. Then I had another drink with my colleagues and friends.

The LCD monitor seems disappointed.

Sitting in vacancy, I ordered the bartender the best liquor in the Holy Kingdom.

But as soon as I see that I don't remember the name of the drink, I'm gonna have to make up for it.

I immediately took hold of the bartender's collar and shook it.

This son of a bitch thinks he's a hero!

“Queek queek! Sir! Forgive me!”

“Do you want to be safe and deceived by a good warrior? Ang?”

I kicked the big guy who was trying to stop me. How dare you put your hands on the warrior's shoulders and threaten him?

It was when I was teaching my host personality.

Suddenly, the bar was static.

I turned my eyes to see what was going on, and new guests were coming in through the entrance of the bar.

Two beauties with good health. Every time their pelvis moved to the left and to the right, the eyes of the men in the tavern moved to the left and to the right.

Their race was not as unusual as its off-white color.

Race: Old Human

⁄ Level: 999 +

Job: Tracker (Information Track )

⁄ Skill: Stealth Z Chase Z Penetration MAX TacticMAX Infiltration SSS...

Status: Magic Blade, Golem, Tension, Tracking

The leading beauty was wearing a light dress in a style that fantasy aristocrats of the continent were comfortable wearing over black dark happiness clinging to their skin.

It was incredibly natural for me to believe that I was an indigenous citizen of the Fantasy continent, except for the strange black clothes I was wearing inside.

And the other one?

Race: Old Angel

⁄ Level: 999 +

Job: Paladin (Holy = Blessing )

⁄ Skill: Divine Z Blessing Z Slash Z Flight Z Training MAX...

Status: Magic Blade, Dragon, Rage

The owner of a violent beauty.

My breasts were not so magnificent that I could comfort any man who was different from my girlfriend and had lost his will.

The tribe is an angel, a pronoun of the head of a chicken.

The expressions that White Chimi saw were also attractive.

The outfit was a pure white dress with a clear back so that summoning the wings of an angel would not be too crowded.

A vision that even goddesses can believe.

“This is going to be a good battle. ”

Even if the taste is objectively comparable.

Anyway, the common denominator ‘Old’ gave us a sense of purpose.

As expected, they came straight to me.

I sat down, letting loose the arrogant bartender's collar. And he pretended not to know and picked up the glass on the table.

But I couldn't drink it.

It's because the angel who snatched my cup suddenly drank.

“Come on, you. ”

I still left lumbar spines 4 and 5 hidden in her crooked waist, because I wasn't willing to kill her in one shot.

This is the capital of the Holy Kingdom.

If there is a fight with this hen and the Holy Kingdom is devastated, we should go on to the 11th round with tears.

I wanted to avoid such developments.

“When you say something nice, give it to me. ”

The chicken-headed angel sitting on my right empty seat said provocatively, placing the glass on the table.

I replied, refilling the empty glass.

“That? Ah! Follow me to bed if you want. ”

This warrior will put as much as he wants into it.

“Well, not that! Who asked you for it?! An erroneous oil fountain...! ”

“Why are you so nervous when you say nice things? ”

The warrior I hear offends me.

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