At the beginning, the battle was going with Dorothea dominance.
"[Frozen Thorn]!
"Ga, a......"
The demons that appear on the trail are slime-like in nature. Dorothea, who nursed the matter as soon as possible, freezes the body of a mucus-like demon with the skill of an ice attribute.
No matter how soft it is, it can be crushed like ice if frozen.
The body of the devil was gradually, gradually, shredded.
Of course, it doesn't mean he stays hit. He reaches out his tentacles from every part of his body and manages to intertwine his adversaries.
Dorothea, however, takes fine steps and doesn't even let the demon attack scuff. The tentacles stretched are also frozen, broken and crushed from the roots.
This fight is my win.
Dorothea never doubted her own victory.
But...
"Ha, ha, ha..."
Thirty minutes have passed since the battle began. In the meantime, Dorothea, who has avoided enemy attacks and continues to carry out precise attacks, is completely out of breath.
In contrast, the devil stood flat as he did when he appeared.
(Weird... the crushed body should have become a particle of magic and scattered into the atmosphere... but why...)
It's like the tentacles of an undiminished demon are stretching out for another bottle, Dorothea.
Avoid. Freeze. Crush.
Then tentacles extend from the same spot again, trying to catch Dorothea.
(He said he was immortal, but he said... Huh!
Dorothea was in a hurry as she slashed away the tentacles of the infinitely regenerating demon.
And one more thing. Something bothered me.
(Why aren't people coming...?
Even though it's less popular, it's all private around. If you make a loud noise, people should come together.
But in the trail, all that remains is the figure of Dorothea and the devil. There was no one to disapprove of from the street.
Dorothea was in a hurry.
(Skills are not used. Poor attack and defense. But what...?
What does this, "stuffed" feel like -?
The devil also stretches out his tentacles.
I thought this was the only place.
Retreat. We should retreat here. We have to retreat here.
Dorothea froze her impending tentacles and ran out behind her back. But...
"Huh! What!?
The front streets are visible. I can see the cobblestone illuminated by the magic lamp, for sure. But I can't go there.
Trying to get out of the trail hits something like a soft membrane along the way. Invisible but touchable membrane. That's what pushes Dorothea back.
"[Isicle Edge]!
If so, Dorothea activates her swordsmanship skills. When the membrane is filled, if it can't be torn, it wields a cold-aired rapier.
But even a sharp, pointed fine sword is gently enveloped and pushed back. I felt an evil willingness to let no one escape from the invisible membrane, although it was soft in hand.
"Ke, junction...... da. Running Gasanai... Prey Ha, Running Gasanai..."
junction. It is an isolated space. An unbreakable realm that lets nothing through. From the outside, from the inside, the junction is one pebble, it does not pass.
"Then in the" Disconnect Jewellery "!
I guess I regarded the juncture as a form of skill. Dorothea clutched the amber necklace that was shaking on her chest.
However, the magic item with the effect of [Skill Deactivation] did not show any reaction.
"Become, why...!?
Isn't this juncture a skill? Why can't I deactivate it with the "Disconnect Jewelry"? Dorothea began to rush visibly.
"Koko, Ha, I no, I no... Mo, Omaeha, Fugitive Guerrarenai..."
"Foodstuffed Yarrowka, offended Shitterowka......"
"Seedlings (d), Shiyo. Companions, Yasser"
"Hih......!?
Sumira on the trail. from the cobblestone gap. Two, three, and one demon after another appear.
They're all in the same shape. Hips bent, no nose, no mouth. A demon who is black and whose eyes are only gleaming.
It springs up so much that one after the other… fills the trail. Every demon, with his blood-running eyes, stares at Dorothea.
"Oh, oh...!
The hand that held Rapier began to rattle and tremble. She understood. He said he was a little bug thrown by a flock of ants. I wonder what will happen to me from now on.
I followed the devil to regain my honor. On the contrary, however, instead of honor, even life and dignity are about to be trampled upon.
It was a pleasure. At the very least, we should have put Bartoloa's strongest and tallest Kaufman on the escort. I should have shaken off those who were protecting themselves from the shadows because I didn't want them to know about my dementia.
The strength and pride of being able to do most things alone has become a vendetta this time.
Step, step back. My back touches the membrane behind me. The softness was as if it were a creature's gut, and Dorothea felt swallowed up by a giant creature.
"Ku......! [Blizzard]!!
Dorothea activates her superior skills as if to excite herself. As soon as possible, a heavy snowstorm blows down the trail. The black demons immediately froze, crushed and vanished.
But the magic vegetables that comprised the devil were absorbed without leaving them in the invisible membrane. And the new demons gushing out of the ground. They began to stretch their tentacles simultaneously.
"B, [Blizzard]!!
Freeze. But the devil appears again.
Freeze. From the crushed side, a new tentacle stretches out to Dorothea.
Freeze. At Dorothea's present, countless tentacles freeze.
"F, [Frozen, come on, ahhh!?
Struggling was no match, and Dorothea's body was finally captured by the devil. Countless tentacles tease her arms, legs.
"Stop, hmm!?
The relying rapier was also taken up, and the tentacles were stuck in his mouth, Dorothea, which eliminated any means to resist.
She was pushed against the outer wall of the apartment with her hands spread out like a disgraced sinner.
"Umasou, da......"
"Meat Mo, Sorakai......"
Tentacles crawl around every part of your body. To that feeling, Dorothea screamed with a creep.
But it doesn't sound outside the juncture. The screams of Dorothea, the joyous voices of the devil, even their appearance, make the junction envelop.
Help is not coming. That was an insurmountable fact.
"Mm-hmm. Huh!?
The devil's tentacles finally captured Dorothea's shorts. Then, just saying it's a disturbing fabric, I take it off with a fine tentacle.
What does that mean? It wasn't Dorothea I don't know.
"Mm-hmm!!
But as you resist, your body doesn't move with a pickle. I can't even shake my head, it's just, it's done, but it stays. Dorothea was about to be mausoleum right now.
Later, in less than a minute, that would have happened. Dorothea must have scattered her purity.
If he doesn't come.
"Agh......"
Several demons suddenly explode.
"Ooh, w...!
Chained, the devil blows up. My arm, my neck, my torso. He danced through the universe one after the other, scattering into particles of magic vegetables.
Dorothea's restraint also loosens for that matter. She tries to move her free neck and grasp the status quo.
What's going on?
As Dorothea leads her gaze astray, the devil reduces its number by acceleration. At the earliest, there are no ten bodies left. The moment I confirmed that, too, the ni, the trio, the body blew up.
What the hell is going on...?
And at last, the devil could disappear with no one left. When the restraint was lifted, Dorothea fell to the ground, slamming down and coughing up her cheeks.
Then, a pure white handkerchief that is soothingly offered. If I looked up, there was a knight in armor there.
Black. So much so that it blends into the dark at night, black. It's pitch-black, from a full-faced helmet to a handful. If it's just color, it's not much different from the demons who tried to mausoleum Dorothea.
But Dorothea looked behind her helmet, tender eyes. This is the human eye. Not the eyes full of the devil's desires. The eyes of the righteous.
That's why I honestly received a handkerchief offered by a knight who could never be known to anyone. This handkerchief could be perceived as an expression of goodwill.
That's why I could also warn you. I was able to show myself to the knight I had just met and issue a warning.
"The devil... the devil, will be resurrected soon!
If the knight turned to the word, behind the trail, there were many demons gushing out.
Yes, this demon will be resurrected. Defeat it, defeat it, the demon of infinite resurrection. Where help came from, I didn't think I could handle it.
But - - the black knight, without looking like he had noticed, pulled the short sword out of the sheath that sat on his hips.
And not the devil, flashing his own head half-moon. With a knife to give back, he slashed the demon with a machete and threw it away.
Then, what is it? After a minute, after two minutes, the devil doesn't show up. There was no resurrection, no gushing out of the ground.
hands on Dorothea's shoulder still not failing to be vigilant, said the Black Knight.
"The demon of the junction, as its name suggests, the junction is the main body. Especially the upper part is weak and brittle. I will not be resurrected again because I destroyed it."
The black knight walked away from the trail, telling him so only with a grumpy voice.
All that was left was Dorothea, taken aback, and a handkerchief given to the knight.
Dorothea thinks, gripping the silk cloth.
I thought that was a rumored black knight. Because I am that black knight who appeared out of nowhere and stood alone against [Chaos Dragon].
Black helmet, black armor. What cut the line was the short sword that protruded between the eyebrows of the chaotic dragon?
There seemed to be many frown saliva rumors, including "fighting demons on moonless nights" and "challenging sealed labyrinths," Dorothea did not believe in the existence of the Black Knight.
But now, what do you see? And who hath buried the demons of the kingdom easily?
"F.L.…"
Handkerchief in white with the letter "F.L." sewn in gold thread.
Is this the Black Knight initials? Dorothea, half unconscious, holds the "F.L." handkerchief in her chest.
"Dear Black Knight..."
It's not even fear. It's not confusing either. Dorothea's chest, with unidentified emotions, was quietly rattling.
"Oh, no! Damn, it's not easy to hide who you are."
About 200 m away from the trail where the devil was lurking. The Black Knight was taking off his helmet.
"Nevertheless, the conjunctors, the shabby ones were in the city... you got caught up in your exploratory skills because you were lucky"
The helmet is followed by a black knight whose armor also becomes a personal storage space. Then the identity was illuminated by the moonlight.
"Wait! Wait, Takahiro!
"Oh, you're late, Melissa. It's over."
"Huh!?"
Sister sweats from her forehead and rushes over. And it was Nobunaga Sayama, a young man in the shop for anything, who greeted her with a frightened face.
"You're fast! I've already defeated you."
"Oh, the girl was getting caught, so I ended the fast track"
"What!? Was she okay?
"Well, it was some kind of erotic development, but it was critical."
"That's right, Mr. Black Knight, isn't it?
"Stop it! It's embarrassing"
Precious man waving shy. Melissa laughs with Nico. They walk side-by-side, residential streets lit by magic lamps.
"But 'Black Knight' is also useful. You don't have to think about trouble when you help people. [Jamming] I can't hide my face even if my status is deluded."
"You don't have to hide anything."
"You have to hide it, it's gonna be a hassle! The Black Knight is handy in that regard. Whatever I do, it's all in the hands of the Black Knight. I can't believe how easy it is not to have to run at the end of the day..."
tilts his neck forward with a crease, and talks smudgingly about your greatness. I guess there were hardships that people couldn't tell you about. On its back, there was sorrow.
He stroked the head of such a black knight all right, and Melissa stopped on her feet.
"Hmm? What's up? You're over there, aren't you?
Precious Dai pointing forward. But Melissa shakes her neck sideways as she sifts.
"Kind of. I have business to attend to. Goodbye here today."
"Mm-hmm. See you later. I know you'll be all right, but watch out for the night lane."
"Yeah, be careful. Bye ~"
Melissa rushing to the alley with Patapata. Guitar dropped him off afterwards, and he snapped and went home.
He believes the disturbance is over. That's why I can stay at peace. I can leave the seeds of disaster behind and go home.
But Melissa... the Apostle of God did not miss the slightest trace left by the conjunctural demons either.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... my junction demon... my plan to overthrow Wangdu..."
Granferia Intermediate District, Sewer. There was a mourner in a waterway strewn like a blood vessel in the basement of the king's capital.
"Oh, oh... it's a bubble of water... why, why..."
He's a middle-aged man who looks like a beggar. And he lay his hands upon the wall of the sewer, and wept, and wept.
"I can't believe the junctional demon was sensed... and all of a sudden the attempt to assault a human came out the back? It's better after we get more strength... oh, oh..."
Just because it's the end of the world, a man kneels. Rubbed off robes seemed to represent the spirit of a man.
But... man, he didn't give up.
"Not yet. Still, [Samon Demon] can be used. Let's start over. Now let's be more careful. Kicked me out, avenged the court magicians..."
Now we do it well, now we do it well. Man to repeat next time, next time, as if floated by fever.
Rub your fingertips against a rough wall to seep in blood. The fingers will not shred, but the demon squares will be drawn. And finally, [Sammon Demon] and try to declare a skill activated….
"No, you can't."
It was a lightning bolt that flew in and burned my throat.
"Guuuuuuuuuuuu!"
Speechless voice, the striking man of. Drop your legs in the waterway, and you can suffer while sprinkling dirty water.
There was something staring at the state of it with emotional eyes.
"[Sammon Demon] has an anti-arts designation for the church, right? Why did you use it?
It's a light peach sister. A gray-haired Virgin. She clings, clings and sounds footsteps, slowly approaching the man.
"'I haven't done it yet,' he said, 'I've done it,' and the weight of sin is different, isn't it? You know that, don't you?
"Awww!!
She looks like a terrible girl. Poor, sister-in-law who doesn't even kill bugs. But the man frightens and lags behind, as if he had seen even the guard dog of hell.
"Sounds like you figured it out, huh? For a kid that bad... Whoa, right?
"Mhhhhhhhhh!!
A faint scream echoed in the sewer.
The next day, a man rolled into the church. He's a beggar-like man with burns on his throat.
He lays flat before the cross, without a scratch. And over and over, I repeat, I said.
"I'll revamp! I'll revamp! I'll rehearse......!
Since then, he has come to work as a subordinate to the Church.
I often notice the little things too, he did not take the time to do so and gained trust from priests and sisters.
There is not a single one, such as one who is kind to children and old men, and who speaks ill of him.
It's just... whenever I saw a girl in a light peach Sister outfit, it just became a laughingstock for people to sweat and stiff from all over her body.