The footsteps are moving away.
"... he's running away?"
"Is that so?"
What the hell are you running for?
Because you're shy?
Because it's a very familiar personality?
I wish it was such a cute reason, but I thought a little differently.
It is said that a thief strikes my feet, and it is said that a young man caught stealing in ancient China was cut off from his ankle as a punishment, and since then, every night he has been limping and wandering around in the dark in search of his lost ankle.
"I don't know what kind of cheekbird it is, but it must be a suspicious bastard."
As the previous story has just said, if you feel popular and run away, you must be a bastard who has never taken pride of place. In other words, it was clear that a culvert hiding in the darkness of society would be the same ominous being.
A man of his mind can't be in this dark place without knowing how long the Undead will be. It was speculated that he would be the one with the poor purpose of seedling.
"Suspicious bastard..."
"Suspicious person..."
And being a suspicious person means a criminal.
Of course, criminals drop fine items.
"Anyone who hides in the Undead's gutter..."
"There will be no one but criminals."
At that moment, the greedy light in the eyes of Copson and Maria was young. I looked back at Claudie. It seemed irrelevant. I just said, "You want to go after him?" I nod.
"That's it. I'll be right behind you."
The three of us with a strange smile agreed to track him with a seizure. Immediately after we reorganized the advance, we caught and dragged Mr. Murman, who did not seem to be making a move, and tracked him to a fast pace.
- Tak-tak!
The sound of footsteps echoes within the tranquil waterway, where only the sound of water flows is heard.
Whether we know what we're after or not, the sound just keeps going away.
"... I don't know who you are, but don't you think it's better to go out and report? This quest is simply to subdue Undead, not investigate."
Mr Murmans said, but it was already agreed to pursue it in accordance with the principle of majority voting.
So we chased a fugitive.
If you are a criminal, you can take the money and eat it. Even if you are not a criminal, it is clear that you are a suspicious bastard, so there is something to be gained if you catch it.
I don't know anything else, but on this side there is Mr. Murman who is fluent in the geography of the waterway. Finding the way is our advantage. I will definitely not catch it.
- Aurorong.
- Aurororolong.
"Ait, bother!"
The zombies who follow me stupidly disturb me. I quickly cut off my head with a whistle and followed the sound of my feet fading into the sack.
Although the sound was cut off completely from the middle, he asked Mr. Murman for directions to the alleged escape route. It was not a very complex structure, so it was easy to specify the direction.
"Where did he run off to?"
Meria said.
"Claudie, do you hear anything?"
"... sorry. I think I'm numb right now, so my other senses are degraded. I don't think I can hear you."
Somehow, it was quiet, and she seemed in a bad condition, as she said. I grabbed her shoulder and asked if she had any worries.
"What? Are you okay? Does it hurt a lot?"
"Huh? Oh, it's a little uncomfortable. It's okay, it's okay."
"Really? It hurts, but it doesn't hurt, does it?"
"It's okay... more than that..."
Claudie looks around the void and blurs the end of the horse.
"Looks like something's finally coming. Get ready."
No one knew what her actions in drawing the arches meant. Meria raises her shield and stands in front of Murman, and me and Copson point their swords at the darkness, vigilant side by side.
- Deduc!
"I can hear something."
"It sounds like something's flying."
- Fudduck!
The sound began to become more and more clear. It was the sound of something winging. It was flying towards us.
"Giant Bat?"
The sound of the torch was the same as that of Giant Bat. But if only that other artifact were flying, Claudie wouldn't have warned. What is it, then? Were there monsters in the Underground Waterway that could fly instead of Giant Bats?
- Fudduck, Fudduck!
- Fudduck!
"... is that a loud noise?"
"I've never heard of this..."
Copson sneaks down the lantern, and Meria turns the shield towards the sound direction. "Come behind me." At the end of the day, me and Copson stood behind her and took their seats left and right.
Claudie sets Merman against the wall and stands as if escorting him.
- Fudduck!
I got close enough to hear the sound clearly.
I thought an unknown creature had flown, so I swallowed my saliva.
The area that Lantern reveals is less than a few meters.
If the identity of the monster is revealed, the engagement will take place immediately.
The tension has boiled to its peak in the appearance of mysterious flying monsters.
And you are.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
There was a scream that seemed not to belong to this world.
At that moment, beyond the veil of darkness, something desperate flew through the torch - something similar to a man with large wings.
No way... the devil?
An ominous thought soared.
- It was completely revealed.
It was a man with bat wings with bird beaks like a nightmare!
- Fudduck!
Black Birdman!
That was the Black Birdman!
"V, Black Birdman!!!"
I screamed as I felt in the face of that shocking hetero. The Black Birdman was a flying raider who came out of my nightmares as a child and started to use his beak to dig up my brain!
When I was caught in his claw, I had no way but to dig up a small, fragile brain and die. He was a primitive nightmare!
"Gargoyle!"
"What?! Not the Black Birdman, Gargoyle?!"
"What are you talking about?!!!"
The identity of the Flying Raider was the go-ahead!
Meria, who cried out to the Sanage, sets up her shield. As she said, that is not the stubbornness of my nightmare, but simply a monster in this world. I firmly ate my heart and twisted my hand with a knife.
State of Secondary Concentration.
I put a knife to the one who's shattering--
- Bummer!
"Argh!"
"Maria!"
Mary, who flew into the shield as it was, fell behind her as she hit Gargoyle. It was the power of a tremendous trunk thrust. It then burst into Copson's screams.
"Zrryaaaaaaah!"
"Koops!!!"
His speed was too fast for me to respond. Copson, who hit Gargoyle, flew all the way to the wall and was imprisoned. He vomited and increased his deformed cough. That's crazy!
The total number of Gargoyles who had raided was three.
Two of them each attacked Marywa and Copson, and the other flew towards Claudie and Murman.
Damn it! Two people were killed in an instant!
At the extreme, I quickly judged. The fallen Meria was lifting her shield and covering herself with evil. If it's cold, one more attack will last. Claudie was a worry-free woman in the first place, so I immediately ran out to rescue Copson.
"Fuck this fucking Copson!"
The man who attacked Copson was twisting his muscles in the air to put his beak under his head.
I ran out of power to him. I believe in me, believing in my fitness and motor energy! Even this cheeky son of a bitch recognizes me and roars!
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
How dare you wage a war on me?!
I'm a showbiz winner, you son of a bitch!
I decided to face Gargoyle straight away.
If I scream over there, I will also be a shortcut.
- Inhale.
"Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
I burst into a devastating battle cry. Then the primitive feeling of fear that was still in my heart was cleared up and disappeared. Having gained the courage of fanaticism, I leapt with all my might.
"My position is not a jumping concept!"
As a flying human, I jumped and hugged Gargoyle in the air.
"Child Love Yu!"
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
The one who was captured by me crashed down with me.
- Kung!
He raises dust and falls to the ground, and the wings wiggle around, and strike me in the face. I was going to carve a few more scars on my face if I didn't get chewed up by it. The furious muscles are lifted to their maximum.
"Muscle Freeze!!!!"
I hit Claudie with the usual bull power and burst her with a sharp stroke. I covered the clumsy articulator with strength, grasping his neck tightly and restraining him from stabbing me with his beak.
This was the Muscle Prison, my muscle killing technique. Simply put, it was a Korean Rear Naked Choke.
"Cobbler! Cobbler! Open your eyes, you cheek! Get up now!"
I cried out loud to Copson. Now I'm holding on, but the power of Gargoyle was no joke. If I go like this, soon I will fall out of my power. The duration of Muscle Prison is not that long.
"You cheeky bird! You fucking bitch!"
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
After stabbing the punch in an unbeatable position to hit him, I opened my mouth and bit him in the face.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
It has been a long time since I fought a man of this size. I had to risk my life. It's so urgent that I don't have time to cover my ass or anything. I stuffed my teeth into it, and I started to feel a bad taste. Gargoyle seized.
"Ugh... Ugh? Bar, barbarian!"
Copson, who spits and whitens, looks around to see if he's awake to what I'm saying.
"Hang in there, motherfucker!"
"Oh, I see!"
Copson, with the knife, jumped.
When Gargoyle saw it, he tried to spread his wings to flee, but I desperately broke it. Soon, Copson aims for Gargoyle.
"Quickly!!!"
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!!!"
A madman, Copson, avoids me and shoves a knife into Gargoyle's body. Every time I'm stabbed, the gargoyle bends like a bow and screams like a god of darkness.
"Heart! Aim for the heart!"
"Where is the heart!"
"Left ventricle, right ventricle!"
The power of the knifed Gargoyle began to escape.
Then it became easier to deal with him at my own pace. I press him with my weight and hold Gargoyle's arm and lift him up. I never imagined that my relationship with Claudie would be useful in battle.
"Stick it between your armpits!"
My friendly guide, Copson, put a knife inside Gargoyle's armpit. As the blade pierced through more than half the flesh, Gargoyle began to tremble and grew in time. I kicked the stretched one, and Copson confirmed the kill.
"Merriaaaaaaah!!!"
I grabbed my sword that I threw earlier and ran out in awe to rescue Meria. I had to rescue the fallen Meria.
I killed one, so I caught it.
Gargoyle, you son of a bitch, I've searched!
"Why?"
Madly sprinting, I set the brakes.
There were two men who had already been converted to six.
Claudie finished cooking.
"Cat, your face..."
She approached me and touched my face.
"You've got more wounds?"
"Damn it. My handsome face again."
Claudie looks at my face with her fingers, and the blood marks increase.
It was just scratched while dealing with Gargoyle. I took off the gauntlet and took out the two silver madecasol I had bought from the pouch and put it on my face a little less. It was expensive as a dick, but there was nothing like it in the wound.
The rest, well... I'm not hurt because I'm wearing good armor in the first place.
"I'm good."
"... yes, if you like it, that's it."
You look like a scarred homosexual.