Gang of Yuusha

A hook rope split between the forks was thrown across the wall.

Hooking up sharp hardware followed with bands, starks and shoji, and finally fat Dordo tied himself up and pulled him up with shoji's suspicious arms.

On the fence the four lay down, looking at the vastly sprawling jungle of machinery and metal.

The factory is not in operation, but it is not completely shut down.

The alarm system is more alive than the temperature control and air-conditioning system of the drug solution. Under the eyes, fine red and yellow dots like flashing lights on the operating board that controls the equipment are scattered like starscraps in the dark.

It also stands out along the road. Exterior lights are installed at regular intervals, the area around which is as bright as noon.

Currently - the five of us have to be careful. There were three types of external enemies.

The Devil's Eye drifts through the air and sends field footage to the defensive magician.

Armed guards who forget the tension and want to walk in the middle of the road yawning.

It's the last alarm system that was too detailed to figure out the full story.

"The facility mechanic will also be holding the check sheet in two hours to maintain the on-campus magic conductor machine. You want to avoid coincidences. We haven't decided on a patrol course for the guards, but you can assume there's a guard for each area."

"Five minutes past the scheduled time. Let's see how it fits. Everybody, the campus map must be in your head."

Shoji hammered as the band dived in their voices and carefully supplemented. The two were highly aware of the 'operation' because of their military experience.

Dold looks troubled with his eyeballs up, and Stark arms himself like a man, "I'm following you guys". Neither of us seems to grasp it.

Shoji and the band looked at each other. We have to go, we have to do it, we can't go back. He settles for conversation with eye contact, throws a rope on the ground and lowers the high wall.

First of all - the network in the field - needs to be shut off and breathe all sorts of magic conductors.

Robbery operation cut the lid. The four men wear eye hats exposed only by the eyes, mouth and nose at the same time, as they have stated. To keep you from seeing your face.

The four of them form a row, skilfully progressing through the gaps in the huge building.

Sometimes they shield bolted, blunt cast piping crawling on the ground and traverse the narrow shadows of the crossing corridors connecting the facilities with each other in the air.

Determine where to go with care to never touch the powerful light of the outer light.

Don't panic, don't rush, don't talk, go and stop with the fingers the commander's shoji waves.

He was aiming for a good destination, but suddenly Shoji put his foot away and stuck his palm out behind him. When you make a sign with two fingers diagonally pointed to draw attention, the band who perceived the intent leans over with cautious footsteps.

"'Shipin'"

A band, a mage, generated a magic thread from his fingertips.

White, unreliable, thin threads that are still going to be blown by the wind and interrupted flow through the air.

The target is a floating demon eye - an eyeball about twenty centimeters in size.

The magic thread snuck behind a sphere that flew hesitantly. Puffy into the dark brown skin enclosing the eye.

The eyes of the demon eye are blurred and sumptuous. It took away my perception of the Shoges.

"This craftsmanship only lasts about five minutes."

The band, small and malicious with the voices they killed, continued to process it with shortness of breath.

There were about two demonic eyes that wanted to go through, but I have a blue and white face about how nerves can be shredded.

With such an effort, we reached the first step, the Magic Conversion Station.

This is the heart of the magic supply line. According to Stark's valve, it is the 'heart part'.

"Let's go."

Unexpectedly, the square box-shaped facility was only about the size of a private house. Use a compass-like tool to drill a hole in the glass door at the front door. I plugged my back in and unlocked it gently.

Iron doors existed at the end of the walk, entering a room with no concrete decorations and walking down the corridor for about a few meters.

The band held the tools in their hands for unlocking, but gave up early because they had three keys.

"You're going to need a master key."

"Ma'am, what's a master key?

Dordo reacted to the band's whining, but Shoji advances out in front of the iron door.

I mouthed a power potion test tube. Enough effect. My eyes are congested, red stained, and burning all over my body. I emptied a bottle in my ammo belt, and there was a squeaky noise in my clench fist.

Put your legs forward in a mid back position and become half-body.

Breathe out - vomited deeply, pulled his accumulated fist - and shot out as much of the shell.

A severe burst sound similar to thunder sounds, with frightening ripples running into the air. The beaten iron door is pathetically grumpy.

Waving to pay for the dust, Shoji reaches into the void of the deformed door and snaps and throws away the wreckage.

"... you're a master key"

Dordo's feelings were frightening.

Step into the operation room of the Magic Conduction Transformation Station.

Multiple covered magic furnaces with thick metal plates sound heavy bass. It was really shaped like an enlarged heart.

Inside, a bar of fuel demon stone stands as you peer into the investigation window peering into the inner wall. They are relentlessly spitting out the magic that underlies everything while being dissolved in a dedicated lysate for the smelter.

The box-shaped device band, which regulates the amount of magic to be fed into each installation, approached. Precisely positioned magic circuits are blocked on the board, shaped like locker rooms.

Open the panel, unload the hemp bag that the band in front of the obnoxious cable connected to the machine was in charge of, and remove the sesame and insulating cutter.

I played and looked around at my people.

"Everybody ready? We're gonna have a great adventure."

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Holly had been written a reflection.

Her booth was set in the corner of the office, a narrow space surrounded by conflict to the extent that she was sorry, but it was the first time that she would stay for anything other than the preparation of her daily research paper.

I sometimes keep a mostly shape-shaped business log, but that's turned into Holly's personal picture diary because no one cares what she writes.

Her superiors, the Adventurer Guild and the accompanying sorcerer's association, would have received a gratuity for Holly's service, but she was not interested in the content of the job and had only fulfilled her installation obligations in accordance with the law.

"Phew... let's eat hen foie gras today"

Holly, consoling herself, lines up an apology for obstructing business with a brush pen.

Somehow what what they were carrying was an experiment for "Thru Po Cheng," a substitute offered to customers as a bespoke item, and nerves were being sent.

The sermon to Holly that got in the way there is so nettine that it hurts my ears.

Ultimately, he settled on the arrangement of stretching the text meaning 'I will never make this mistake again' to about ten manuscript sheets.

"It's a blueberry sauce... it's made in the scented region of Mullen..."

Sighing Holly's spiritual equilibrium was about to collapse when it plugged into the seventh sheet.

The light is gone from the eyes, the mouth is half-opened, and the upper body is inclined diagonally.

It was the noise brought about by the alarm that sanctified me.

Bell is smacked with a gavel like crazy. Holly leaned up loud enough to want to block her ears, but she overheard a man in the office crushing to look at the number display of the alarm on the wall and say, "It's a sand filtration building fire".

Fire from the water field. The sense of crisis was a story that lacked realism.

There is no flammable material there, and it is likely a false alarm due to poor contact of the machine.

There were several guards and workers at the communications stone, and they were going to deal with it. The sound of the alarm was loud even at the end of the administrative discussion.

Those who were dormant in the night shift show up with sleighs and frustrated faces.

It's trivial, but you have to be patient.

It was five minutes after I tried to advance the brush.

After the room suddenly darkened, the light was restored. Light raw stones on the ceiling only lost light for a moment.

"Is that an instant stop?

"What's going on? Looks like we ran out of supplies to the facility. What about the surveillance room? Is it an emergency supply?

"Damn, you lost your outer light just now. There's ombolo fucking shit!

There was a murmuring voice, and the head of the section, who looked asleep, assigned the placement of the workers.

The first step is the refrigeration facility where the goods are stored, as well as the operating equipment that goes ahead with fermentation and filtration, which is one of the potion making processes, even at night.

Everywhere the supply of magic seems to be cut off, and the restoration work is making it so refreshing.

How long has it been unpopular from the office? The alarm also stopped ringing. The silence came back and nobody's footsteps were gone.

Shin, Holly snapped in a shitty environment.

"... Hmm. Lulu, what do you think?

When I spoke to the slime hiding under my desk, I just looked up at it strangely, pompous.

"Let's sort it out logically. This place is confusing. Was that brought about by aging or malfunctioning magic circuits? Of course, this happens occasionally. Every six months or so. So no wonder."

Jumping on his knees, Lulu was embraced by Holly's nostalgia and gave him a happy look.

In contrast, Holly's face became tannic as she saw it.

"It is rare, however, that all exterior lights go out. Shall we go for a walk in the dark night? Seek to meet unexpected people. That could be a nice, heartbreaking encounter..."

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The four of them were running out of breath. Walk through the dark night like soaking ink.

It was a battle against time. If they discover the traces, they will know that it is an artificial anomaly.

I have to get the job done by then. I left out the unnecessary tools. To make it faster.

The eyes were accustomed to the darkness, but when Dordo crossed the implant on the journey to reach the superdemonic water vault of the target, he was taken by the bottomstone and fell.

Together they stopped and waited for Dold to get up.

"This loser, you usnoro bastard!

"Oh, sorry."

The band turned bright red in his face and yelled.

Shoji glanced at him, but he didn't say anything. I noticed the lights moving into the warehouse for shipping, which seemed more forward than that.

- Someone is walking with a light in the dark.

To let him know that, Shoji showed the three of them in the rear the flat of his open hand.

Hey, let me know the presence of the indoor lights with my moving index finger, and a thumb cut neck pose. I'll take care of it. Just wait.

Shoji stuck to the wall of the building. Explore the opponent's position with sound. I killed my breath and held the door knob. Careful attention was paid and the door was pushed open to never make a sound. It is in the refrigerator room. The chilling air turned into an airflow and passed through the neck muscle.

Lower yourself and slide under the shield. Drum cans and crates piled on pallets in the dark. It was found that large and small tares were placed. Approaching behind a dumb guard. In the first place, I guess I was even killing time unwillingly. It was a sloppy move.

I slapped an instant fist in the back of my head. Rabbit punch. The guard passed out. I can hug Shoji to the point of falling fluttering forward.

Let it lie slowly and quietly on the ground.

A voice was heard from the communication stone (Spirit Rock) that the guard had.

'What do you say, Keek? Anything wrong?

"Bad... it's a toilet"

He replied feeling ill in a low voice, crushing the communication stone (Spirit Rock). Extremely colorful pebbles scatter in pieces on the stone floor.

Three people come in through the door. As expected, there was a wheelbarrow for transport, but the four gathered to put on a can of superdemonic water drums for shipping.

Cast iron drum cans with sealed structures were small in number because they had not yet appeared on error knives, and the location was easy to understand. The shaping is even more luxurious with white paint. I checked the contents with the markings and explanatory notes. I was ready to carry them immediately.

What I know is that it weighs so much that it's distracting, that Shoji reluctantly needed to drink the power potion and use his powers.

There are three potions left to bring.

Two Speed Potions. Perfect potion.

After all, I don't have any money. I can't fortify myself as I think because I don't have any money.

The hauling trolley was fortunately opposite the vault and did not take long to haul the drum can.

It was designed like a lift on a ski resort, with tracks running towards the sky. It starts by pouring magic into it, so the band squeezed the power without it.

Here the team parted temporarily, and Stark and the band undertook the role of transporting drum cans to the entrance.

The drum can is heavy, so when it reaches a predetermined position, it destroys the coupling between the trolley and the rail, and takes away every trolley.

The main purpose was accomplished. We needed to go after another prey, but it had already been fifteen minutes since the alarm went off. Time is running out.

Lost was born into the eyes of four, but Shoji made a decision.

"We have money. I'm coming."

Shoji, don't push it.

"Don't worry."

Exchanging short farewell words, Shoji and Dordo ran for the main building.

Dordo, the haulier, was surprisingly sweaty all over his body, rocking his belly meat and roaring bitterly, but Shoji did not slow down or anything. It's painful, but I don't have time. Even a second can't be wasted.

On the way, I ran into a guard. It must have been a coincidence, but I met two people patrolling the facility.

"What the hell!

"What the fuck!

Shoji did not ask questions about the intimidation of pulling out the baton. Set your aim, decide to slide and overthrow one person. One of them, who hit his head hard on asphalt, passed out.

Shoji got up quick and surprised. It took him to clean up the other one.

When you release your right fist towards your jaw, you are unexpectedly bounced with your upper arm. Shoji was surprised by the trained move, but it wasn't an issue. The effects of the power potion are still there. An enhanced mid-level kick happened to be released in between. Break and bend into the guard's crippling letter, which failed to accommodate the speed.

He slowly snatched away the baton with a loose grip and relentlessly devoured the brain. The human body glitches and falls to the fore.

Looking back after a short battle, Dold had his hands on both knees and kept his breath in order.

"Are you all right?

"Well, who are you talking to? It's so easy to yawn."

In the wake of his strength, Shoji smiled slightly. I laugh so that Dold returns it too. The men let themselves through just a little bit and ran out again.

The central surveillance building was lit - if the demon converter is the heart, this is the brain.

Exterior such as a concrete tailored bureau. The front door was left open. Unmanned or close to it. No one works across the window and it's getting thin.

From the front entrance to the safe was input to the head, so there was no obstacle to running through the aisle.

Run down the basement stairs and pass the boiler room, smash through the off-limits door, and step into a room full of shelves filled with confidential recipes and materials for research.

A vault of memorials sat in the center of the room. Shoji accidentally slapped his hands with a pussy.

Dold leaked his thoughts that it was like a bank safe, but Shoji thought the same thing. Strangely oblivious for just a potion factory.

Running over, the thick lead safes looked impossible to destroy. I observed countless pull shelves with quick indoors, but looking for dial tips would be a dazzling task.

I took the stand to destroy it with all my might, but luckily I discovered a woman's clerk who was trembling hiding in the corner of the room.

Shoji drilled a hole in the wall right next to her just working overtime with his fist. The first shot is intimidating, but the second one smashes the skull. I was able to get my PIN out.

The contents of the safe are - a bunch of bills and a check. And there were five large bottles of orange featureless potions.

It said Atomic Potion. That's a fiercely poisonous engraving.

I've never seen a shoji that has kicked anything, and I thought I'd smell it, even if it stinks, but I stopped. Not if you are feeling ill doing something far-fetched.

Put it in a rootstock hemp bag without getting lost.

"Let's go, it's over"

"Ahhh!

Each of them held a hemp bag and ran out to get out of the building.

There was also the possibility that guards and reported guards were at the entrance and exit, but thankfully no one had betrayed their expectations.

Continue to sew between each facility like this, head to the trolley, and if you escape, it should be a huge success - but in a few moments the two stopped.

A shadow stood in the dark.

I was calm for the guard, and there were oddly three bouncing things around that shadow.

Thin as a willow, his hair was long.

Just as the moonlight came from the open clouds.

The woman who appeared stirred up her burnt brown hair with a refined and elegant trick.

"Let me introduce myself to how to fight. My name is Holly Detromix. He's a defensive magician at this facility. I don't know if this is true for you, but I have to work more than I'm getting paid. Wages are important for connecting lives."

The loving slime turned into a fierce hound.

A roaring voice was emitted, and a lukewarm sharp fang emerged. Strength was built up on his limbs and his tail turned upside down.

Three starving kedamonos are giving in to wait for their master's orders.

Understanding that his opponent was a difficult enemy, Shoji pressed the hemp bag against Dordo.

"I want you to tell me your name, if you like. I feel comfortable writing" Tomb of the Mud "and" Tomb Mark. "

Shoji peeled off his eye-catching hat and exposed his face.

"I'm glad," the brutal smile was there. "I like busy women."