"Why are you suddenly changing your words, you bastard!!!!!!!"
The anger rises as he changes his attitude after he hits a grunt. I counted the Asura blood rights as serial numbers to punish him.
- Bummer!
- Cuckoo!
- Paaaaaaaaah!
"Arghhhh!!!"
The blood bursts like a fountain with crushed teeth.
If you're going to hit a gura, you have to hit the end. This is what happens because you try to deceive people in the middle and try to reveal the truth later.
Why don't these bastards tell the truth from the beginning?
It's just because people themselves are cluttered and twisted. He's such a son of a bitch, he's a bandit, and he lives with only the thought of brutally slaughtering people and taking money.
They're like the rocks of mankind.
Thinking about it, there was no such thing as a liar or a bandit bastard. Mine. A man who fell in love with Mado. A pagan, an imperialist, a racist who runs the pole of the Samaritan.
Giant Gimcott is never merciful to such a giant.
It is enough to have Hitler and Dojo Hideki as Earth. To prevent the expropriation of colonies and the tragedy of the Second World War, I will gladly use violence.
"Die! Die, you bandit!! It's better for the world to die!!"
"Pretty much!!! Quite a flush!!!"
"Your mother would have raised this cheeky son of a bitch!! This is all about your mother's face!! You know what?!"
The taste of beating with a gauntlet is different.
"Die thinking of your mother's face!! That's the punishment I inflict!!"
A gauntlet with four thick spikes on its fist, hit the Asura blood sphere of steel in a row, and the bandits burst into bubbles and snapped their eyes.
Is extortion passive these days?
"Quite a flirtation!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Anyway, I stopped impulsively beating him until he regressed to duck level. With a sigh of relief, the bandit died at the same time as the scream stopped.
He is now inferior to the duck, reaching the rest of his death, where he cannot sustain himself. It was a pity, but there was no regret.
He was a bandit.
There are no problems that can be solved verbally. In the first place, what I was trying to say was just to care about Elise, but I didn't have to go out peacefully to the courtyard that had already been ravaged.
If you defeat one of them anyway, the person next to you will tell the truth.
"Aaaaaah! Stop! I'll tell you everything!"
As it is now.
The bandit screams in horror when he sees his colleague die. I wish I had cooperated like this from the beginning. If so, the bandits that had just been beaten would have ended their lives, at least as non-ducks.
I'm also a bandit, so I have no mercy on my colleagues.
"Call me Kim Kat, the Fist of Truth from now on."
In the end, a chapter of truth was opened by using my fierce punch. If you have a fist, you don't have to get pregnant and bother working.
"You are a saint, too. I can feel the awkwardness of the old traffic. It was a good judgement."
"Brother, you have a great fist."
"I must have pissed. I never thought it would be that cold."
"It's not uncommon to lose a man with a fist."
Elise and other adventurers, who were watching me, clapped with admiration. I feel embarrassed because I set it up like this.
"That was really good. He's the one you captured in the first place, so I'll add 70 Coopers to your book."
The merchant also took out the book with a happy face.
"Hmph, thank you for this. Well, no wonder. It's basic as a human being to punish bandits, even if it's not money."
"You're right. Mirkesha warrior, you've done a great job hiring you."
Having already earned 70 Coopers has never been more than a fair deed. This is why people are all obsessed with being apostles of justice.
Justice is money.
However, it was in this world that justice could not be done without power. That's why. That's why there's still evil in the world.
To save such a world.
"You fucking bandit bastard. Now you're ready to tell the truth, aren't you? If you don't cooperate, I'll pull your limbs out of here with my bare hands."
- This thousand horses came to this world.
"No, of course! I'll tell you everything I know!"
"Then guide me, you son of a bitch. Oh, but how many stripes do you have?"
It would be more useful to give direct guidance than to hear it in words. What happened, he said.
"There are about thirty of them. Some fleeing, some dying... The numbers are a bit fluid, so they're not accurate, but they usually keep that number."
Thirty?
There were more columns or numbers than expected.
"Thirty?"
"Hahaha! Our share will grow!"
Adventurers who heard it were sullen, but were more motivated to make more money within a year. There was no defeat in their heads.
Adventurers need all the money they need.
"What is the size of the wealth you have accumulated? You must have ripped it to pieces."
I asked again.
"Not so much... enough to be satisfied."
"All right. I think you can help me by watching me cooperate. Merchant! This one will guide you, so you better follow him!"
"I hope so. If you don't want to die, give me a precise lead, bandit."
Then we began to move according to the guidance of the feared bandits.
Of course, with his arms tightly tied, a woman adventurer who pulled out a sharp dagger stood behind him and pointed a knife at his back.
"Khhhh, bandit man. Does it hurt?"
Surprisingly, she was a delightful pervert while stabbing the back of a Cook Bandit. Throughout her walk, she tried to attack without notice, like a mosquito at dawn.
"Argh...! It really hurts! Please forgive me!"
However, the sadness of the female adventurer did not stop despite such a plea.
Even other adventurers were distracted by a bored car, but when an innocent opponent appeared, one or two of them cling to the bandit and carried out a brutal howl investigation with assault.
"Hey, where's your sister?"
"Uh, no."
"What about you?"
"Hey, there."
"Where is it?"
"At home..."
"So where's the house, you son of a bitch!!!!"
Roughly in this way, I cast a merciless assault while telling a meaningless story just to harass. It was just a kick and a fist and no fuss.
"Argh!"
Then one of the middle-aged adventurers stepped foot, and the bandit immediately fell forward. He howled halfway through the twilight and pleaded.
"Argh...! Please don't do this. I was caught up in a bandit because I couldn't live with it..! Please show mercy! I have a family in my hometown too!"
"What? Did you say mercy now? Mercy on the subject of destroying my wagon and killing my colleagues?"
At that time, an angry merchant attacked the bandit with a wooden wand that he picked up nearby. - Boom, boom! It's like chopping doncas with a scream.
"That's funny. They kill people so badly that they can't afford to eat. Mercy, yes. Mercy is a good word."
"Krog! Turn it off! I was wrong, I was really wrong!"
When I saw them eating and living in front of a robbed victim, I saw Mercy talking nonsense. This bandit was also an amazingly brainy bastard.
It's cheap, though.
I tried to let him go painlessly in exchange for guidance when I was dizzy, but the atmosphere seemed like a luxury to me.
Few people have lived in this world without being harmed by bandits.
Maybe even the adventurers here are thieves or robbers. And there will be experiences of losing family to bandits.
It's very common.
So you're going to be assaulting him like this.
It's an old thing, and this bandit has nothing to do with the criminals who hurt their families.
The only thing that matters is the absolute fact that he's a good, live-captured bandit.
"Darkness...!"
After Lynch lasted for a while, all the bandits who lost their will of life moved forward silently, swallowing tears into the bloody Molgol. It was indeed the execution of a justified punishment.
When Elise saw it, she gathered her hands in a heartfelt tone and said,
"What a fair sight...! Seeing merchants and adventurers who show no mercy from evil, I also feel paradise is drawing near! Certainly the Order will be pleased to see this too. Isn't that right, Saint?"
Jesus, Mart, you're so scary.
"You're right, Elise! If you kill all the wicked in this way and get rid of them, paradise will come soon! It's the beginning of a world of good people with Valach!"
"That's it!"
Anyway, the atmosphere of the group was great. He also captured the bandits he targeted and shortened his time because he was on his way to his home country.
It is a very smooth situation.
"Turn it off!!!"
And thanks to the bandits who turned into screaming toys, laughter blossomed among the adventurers to create a pleasant atmosphere.
Some adventurers burst into laughter and suggested that we have a drink after work.
Except for the bandits, they all seem to feel good.
"Nigga, are your hands okay?"
"Hands?"
"I hit him like that. Is that okay?"
When I walked, Winia, who held my hand, said,
No, I can't believe I'm worried.
"Uh-huh, it's okay. I'm not hitting you once or twice. And you're protected by a gauntlet. Are you worried?"
"Yeah, nigga, but just use the knife. And then I hurt my hand. If you get hurt beating him up like that, you'll only lose a nigger."
"Yes, I will."
We've been following bandits for a while. Maybe an hour or two. After the grievous patience reaches its limit, Mutuga pulls the bandit's eardrums and shouts like a mockery with his mouth in his ear.
"Hey! It's not going to lead us to a strange place!"
"Argh, argh! We're on the right track! We'll be there soon!"
"Yes? Everyone! It's finally here!"
"Ow!"
"Whoa!"
Group morale has soared to homicidal shame since its inception.
Everyone is very excited before the battle.
Now, whether they take out their weapons or not, they glow their eyes, breathing their life like a sleeping car, just as the flamboyant atmosphere was a lie.
"That way, that way. That cave... we're staying there. Bondi Goblins used to live in oysters, but they took it. I beg you, spare me. I told you everything I know."
In front of the cave, as the bandit said, there were several such things as rush tents and huts. And there are three bandits in armor who are looking around with an extension.
We haven't been spotted yet.
"Good. Now I'm going to talk to you as an employer. Kill all the bandits. Don't worry, you have enough money. Kill them all."
The merchant who pulled the knife suddenly grabbed the branch of the bandit who guided us and stabbed it in the branch. - Kurglu?! The body of the bandit who emitted the blood bubbles has collapsed as it is.
I want it to be worthless.
It is also the mind of a great merchant.
Well, even if you try to execute brutally, you can't lose your strength in the face of battle.
"And as promised, I will only claim my stamped goods. And... what are you all doing? Do I really need to be in command?"
- Zec, Zec!
- Pa!
At the end of the merchant's words, the adventurers who had terribly killed the footsteps began to rush towards the guards. Fuck, you think you're gonna take it?
"Winia."
"Yes."
- Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Winia, who spells at high speed, summons three fireballs in an instant. It was too late for the guards to recognize this side and yell.
"Fire bolt."
Fire bolts fired at a faster pace than the running adventurers hit their heads. Those two bandits who burned their faces and became Ghost Riders shook their heads screaming.
"Khlererek!!"
"Kurererek!!"
"S, raid! Raid! Raid!"
The battle began.
Elise calls my name with a firm face, no matter how hard she casts her iron.
"Saint!"
"Yes!"