Red eyes are looking at this one.
The darkness of the night that the bonfire illuminates, I feel my gaze from beyond it.
It doesn't belong to people. of the beast. Still not. Obviously demons, they are fierce too.
Synthetic beasts (chimeras) that aggressively harm people and eat corpses like hospitality. The abominable demon has his eyes on his prey tonight, and he is dirty and tongue-in-cheek.
Shall I break your stomach or hold your arm...
That's all humans call out hilariously loud. I bet it hurts to spill tears.
The only intelligence it could see, and the synthetic beast with experience, looked at man with joyful eyes. I felt it on my shins and skin, and the human being - he skewed his face out of disgust.
"I heard it was an abusive demon..."
The young man leaked pompously as he threw the dead branches into the fire.
"I didn't know it was so obvious."
Remains of carriages left along the streets.
And the smell of scattered human bones and stained blood on the ground.
Besides that, it's that gaze. I didn't have to think about what I was going to do or what I was going to do.
"I don't even need pity"
Instead, the young man who stood up pulled his sword out of the sheath he lowered to his waist.
No way - no, that's not true. He wants to defeat the synthetic beast. The cannibal chimera that showed up on the street, he's going to exorcise this like a hero, Tan.
Synthetic beasts couldn't hide their laughter from this either.
A human being? A skinny human being like that, trying to kill himself?
How? I wonder how humans are going to defeat themselves.
You didn't see that carriage? What about that scattered bone? Those are all human bones. And all that fled, and all that stood up, crushed them, and devoured them. I bounced my sword and magic back and slapped him until he messed it up with four arms.
The bones that remain are those that still retain the prototype. It was much more eaten together with meat, and apparently that human being didn't get it.
So think about standing up to yourself. Level 200 Synthetic Beast, to the Familiar Blood Shot of the Evil God...
"Grrrrrrrrrr......"
My throat rang from joy, not anger.
I just enjoyed thinking about how that human would cry out.
Bloodshot glances at the crap - let's look around to try it. That's what I thought, jumped out of the bush.
"Giggy......!
Powerful as a large beast. Similar suppleness to snakes.
The synthetic beast that accompanied it approached the youth with a shrug of sound.
An alien figure emerges in the light of the incineration. Human face. Vertically torn mouth. A number of eyes glowing red and winged arms growing from the back. Nightmare-like monsters laughed and reached out to the youth to embrace exactly like a bad dream.
However,
'.................. Huh!
Moments later, the synthetic beast flied sideways through itself.
Fast. Fast enough not to look good on a giant body. Terrible agility is available for this beast.
But at the same time, it was too late. Too late to notice. It's too late to jump out. If it had moved one more second faster, the synthetic beast would have done without losing its arm.
"Gi..................!
The slashed arm fell far away and blood finally erupted from the cutting surface.
At the same time, he was attacked by burning pain and the synthetic beast crawled with a distressed look on his face.
"Ahhhhh......!
A synthetic beast that eats up teeth and rubs its forehead on the ground.
As pathetic as it sounds, the beast has a bitter voice.
But this is a cannibal demon. They attacked the people going down the street and scattered this unnecessarily.
Plus, he's a family member of the evil gods. I can't forgive you. You can't even miss it. The young man shook up his sword and waved it down without hesitation.
"Aaaaaaaa!!
Naturally, synthetic beasts don't get hit in silence either.
Resisted the pain. The attack was launched and a counterattack was attempted.
But all of that ended in failure. The tail he tried to swing was slashed, and the fist he tried to slap was broken vertically. It's like it's being dismantled. That human would not even show a fine dust gap and kill himself like a task to the end.
That can't be forgiven. Why should I be hit by a human being? Shame and pain seemed like something could be done to my head, but I also don't have the means to get rid of this predicament.
"Giggly!"
"[Soul Bind]"
Again, it was futile.
I had just escaped thoughtfully, and what I was waiting for was my skills for restraint.
Captured by the magic that supposedly bound even his soul, the synthetic beast could no longer move one fingertip. Even so, humans still approach without breaking their guard and pulling out their swords.
"It's over, demon"
Humans told that in a cold voice.
At the same time, point the cutting edge of the sword between the frowns of the synthetic beast.
".........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
How rambling it is, for nothing. The body tied with [Soul Bind] only moves to such an extent that it trembles against the will of the synthetic beast.
It's no use begging for your life. Assuming the words could have been spoken, eaten humans, opened their raw, smelly mouths, they couldn't have been forgiven.
I mean, no more, the synthetic beast won't help. This demon's life was supposed to disappear in seconds.
But...
"Gu......!
The youth movement stopped perfectly.
Then it's a crocodile and a tremor, and I can't stop dropping my sword.
"but oh......!
There is sweat on his forehead.
What happened when I said I didn't bear one injury?
"When this happens......!
Something snapped, a young man trying to pick up his sword.
But he couldn't even satisfy himself with that, and he finally fell.
"Damn......!
One suffering young man. Synthetic beast staring at it.
Opportunity. Opportunity to escape. Instead of fighting, the demon chose to pull it off once.
Synthetic beast pulling off the curse of [Soul Bind] and leaving the streets. The youth couldn't even follow it, just endured the pain of causing bodily harm.
"Really, did you get away with it"
"Yes."
"Okay. Thank you for your continued support…"
"... Yes"
The village chief didn't even try to hide his gloomy face, but went back to the back room.
Drop it off with a dark face, and the youth...
Gary Bain left the village chief's house without saying anything.
"Hey, that"
"That's..."
Gary crosses the village to return to the inn.
Through the vineyards, across the bridge of a small river, walking in the heart of the village, on cobblestones laid to an extent of sorrow.
Just that, Gary was exposed to careless gaze over and over again, whispering his voice in a whisper.
(no choice)
The village of Quento is a small village located in eastern Easwind.
A small village, also off the main street, living in detail with farming and hunting.
In such places, the leftovers can be seen with curiosity. Or regarded as foreign objects, and the vigilance of the villagers is never lifted.
So I don't care where they see me far-winded. I came here to exorcise demons. They will not be welcomed like brave men, nor will they be forced to interact.
Ordinary adventurers would have been able to convince themselves that way too -.
Unfortunately, Gary wasn't that "normal adventurer" or anything like that.
"Is that him?"
"Yes, the Cursed Clan"
"God cursed me"
"It belongs to Bain's house..."
It wasn't curiosity, vigilance, etc. that the villagers were pointing at Gary.
That's fear. With the kind of eyes they see something abominable, they look at Gary.
I don't have a choice.
Gary snapped so inside his chest.
Because it was all true.
The Baines are a cursed clan. He snuck by God and lodged the curse in him.
Once an incomparable warrior, he was also hailed as a holy pilgrim - but Gary doesn't know the glory. All he knows is frightened eyes and blue faces. Not to mention that the curse would shift, but the Baines were afraid.
Still, this is how people are invited to the village and asked to exorcise demons, because the Baines have mighty power. Holy power to overthrow evil power. Those of the Bain family who were born with the qualities of "Jihadists" had the power to draw a line with the others.
But that's also now back in the day. Those of the Bain family who have been cursed by the evil gods cannot wield their holy power. I suppress the curse, so I can't demonstrate the true power of Jihadist.
A regular person would have died a long time ago. With that in mind, I guess I can say the power of the Bain family is just as good, but I also think it would be better if they were dead.
All that was left was the power of an unsatisfactory "Jihadist" and a curse unlike its title. The curse has cast down the glory of the Bain family to the earth, and that is not enough, even today, to annoy the body of the clan.
(Ku......!
Gary distorts his face in agony.
Again. The curse became as strong as a seizure.
To quell this, we must concentrate our holy power. You have to neutralize the [fierce poison] curse that kills people until it's harmless.
"Oh, hey!
"Wow!?
The villagers screamed and fled when they saw a black mist leaking out of Gary's body.
Use poison to control poison. The villagers, relying on the cursed clan to exterminate the demons, put Gary down and all fled.
(I don't have a choice...)
"I can't help it" like a cliché.
Gary thinks of it and turns his consciousness to the inner curse.
Swirling curse poison. resentment placed on the clan. The indelible pain engraved by the evil god.
of lethality. It is suppressed with the power of holiness and gradually becomes ineffective. But I can't turn it off completely. It stays only slightly in the body, and it stimulates Gary's belly...
"Guuuu...... Huh!?
Grrrrrrrr!!
Fierce intestinal asthma. A voice from the belly similar to a scream.
Cliff SOS. Gary Dam on the verge of destruction.
The [fierce poison] that was made mild, however, never disappeared. It stays only slightly in the body, which makes it bad in the stomach.
Namely:
"No, you can't!
Gary rushing out accordingly.
people fleeing that destination.
This was the end of a clan formerly known as Jihadist.