Gang of Yuusha

Shoji slowly went down the long stairs and out into the square as he saw the back of the Silver Light Blade (Torch the Blade), which ran on his feet headed by the Legion Leader. I could have escaped into this gap, but I also heard that Priest, whom I introduced to Leskia, was the root of all evil, so I could see Kata follow.

Then the ruins - to see the collapsed scatter and determine its value - are not likely to be stolen (and).

The remnants of the blasted flame are burning with tyrosis and piles of crushed scattered debris.

You can fish around the catacombs (catacombs) in search of old crafts, but the death odor is thick. There is an atmosphere that makes the spine poppy. Suitable as a spiritual swirling place, in time Reis will gush.

Earthenware and stoneware, even if of archaeological value, do not constitute a bundle of bills.

Exhumation work boring in the tunnels should be done by free day hired adventurers.

"... Mmm."

Ahead of the Arc de Triomphe, a lead-coloured soil clearance.

The members of The Blade of Silver Lights (Torch the Blade) stop and confront the Warcraft. No, rightly with a girl who could follow a giant wolf.

From the sinister signs that are drifting - not good.

The silver-haired girl facing each other has a gun on her back. Knee-length bottoms in khaki-coloured Combat jacket. The head is hidden with a brown hat, but a black stretching tail is on the tail. Half-beast (half), by the looks of it? My blood as an animal man is slightly thin. It seems luxurious and weak, but for some reason only attitude is big.

I'm also concerned that a giant wolf with a robe woman on her back is holding her aside.

Shoji decided to put herself in the shadows.

It's an instinctive thing, but I felt frightened.

The leading Leskia put one hand on her hips and warned her with a ringing voice.

"Return Sherrica. Our people."

"That's not true. There is more to be proud of. Promises must be fulfilled... at the request of a certain man."

"Who's that guy?

"What? Ah... uh... Ugh, um... who was it? I don't know the name...... here's the thing...... he looked like a bad guy with a bad face...... but I have to give it to that guy!

"Your Highness, a little something called the way you put it… well, there you go. All in all, these faces are quite grainy. Sometimes it's a crowning ceremony in the sanctuary, and let's say martial arts to the poet."

"Hmm? Right. Hmmm...... right. Surely the rest may need a martial arts tradition. When we talk about killing a father at a banquet or something, we all pull... and only the other delicate minds can protect us in the disabling world (Zero Force). All right, you guys. Fight the rest, and if you let this flesh bear even one scratch, I'll give you this girl back. Ugh!

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha,

Leskia, who sensed the other person's level of intelligence from the conversation, half-eyed and dropped her head by doing her hand on his face.

Peek into the silver-haired girl from below, including the twitch.

"I am the 'brave man of the business legs' Leskia Winter. And you?"

"The rest is Châteausie Totnakun, king of beasts. My neck, to you, is equal to gold. Now, be prepared to drown in the blood of a corpse."

If that word is true - it was someone you shouldn't have been hostile to, but Leskia acted quickly. It traveled instantaneously with roughly no preliminary motion, because when everyone thought "ah," they kicked Chateau Si's abdomen and blew it up to the rock wall a few dozen meters away.

Later Gakowong sounded pleasant, and earthly smoke erupted from the rock wall that hit him.

Pushed by fierce pressure, a raging rock collapse rolled in, and Châteaux buried without exchanging.

The collision sound of metal shoes hitting something hard is still echoing.

Leskia slowly lowered her right leg as she stopped moving in the pose as she kicked.

"So, Captain...... aren't we overdoing it?

"Sheila, if you're a normal person... you're falling apart with a kick right now. But it hasn't. Maybe I need to feel comfortable."

Probably the biggest full-blown hit (critical hit) with qualities up.

Shoji whistled as he watched.

Leskia is willing to take over the Beast King.

I'm willing to fight an opponent that humanity will never win - as always, a delightful woman. Even if I know I can't, I buy the determination to do it.

The target is too bad, and anyone who is brave (Braver) knows when it comes to a death journey.

"Ahhh... I knew it was real... yeah, I felt that way. Why are you coming down here..."

The big rock was lifted and thrown aside. As if intact. Deep burning divine pneumonia, and a transparent barrier illuminate it. The clothes aren't even dusty. Both hands are monstrous. Because they threw rocks dozens of times their own volumes.

My golden eyes glowed. Red, wet lips dull, luscious grin. I was carrying it, but I throw down a broken hunting gun. They switched on the battle. The force field is twitching, swirling and twitching from the foot.

"Everybody, evacuate. Shelika is in the hands of a man from the Beast King, then help her somehow."

"Mr. Leskia, I'll stay."

"I'll stay too."

Speaking ex post on the assumption of defeat, Kearnil and Rudofin spoke first.

The other members thought it had been settled in one blow, afraid and breathtaking that Châteaux would come close to one. No man knows the horror of the Beast King is in the error knife.

According to numerous anecdotes, most people become tragic corpses.

The battle is being avoided. It's like committing suicide.

But there were no escaping members. Reschia exhaled deeply.

Nothing degenerates, loyalty and trust are thickly placed.

"Shoji, don't watch. You have to help."

I was called, so I had no choice but to show up from the exterior wall of the building.

Drink the Perfect Potion and Speed Potion from the Ammunition Belt.

A mystery that permeates the stomach. Châteaux, who has walked in, has been struck in the ear by something by the giant wolf. The brilliance of my eyes increased. A shimmering thermal gaze is directed at Shoji. He has a face that sees prey before he kills it.

At this point, there seems to be no prospect of help.

I knew they were after the Beast Man, but I didn't expect the Beast King, the Heavenly Man, to come out. Had Hall Totnakun been my predecessor, I wouldn't have even looked at Ichii.

"Hey, Shoji. If there were three brave men, it would be critical... would it?

With a sense of anticipation, Shoji loosened the edge of his mouth because he was shrugged.

Out of tune, I know I'm not really going to lose, but I know it's going to be a death row.

"I'm realistic. I don't think I can handle it. If you keep doing this, don't let that successor's daughter smash everyone to death. No one is brave enough to beat the Beast King Taru in battle. Everybody's going straight to the graveyard."

"You look happy...... ahhh - I, I don't want to die"

"If you don't want to die, you do your best to escape. Sage does that."

"Mr. Leskia! I'm coming!

Keelnil yelled jealously at me where I was talking friendly.

Châteaux spreads his hands wide and smiles to welcome those who stand up to him in a generous manner.

In a tearing mood, Shoji showered an aerial spinning kick into the chateau sea. Once flying over the sky, kakato dropping can be easily crushed by rocks. On the verge of hitting the head, it is inhibited by the disabling junction (Zero Force). He just turned his face upwards and didn't feel itchy.

Terribly hard junctions are heterogeneous, unlike sorcery junctions.

A proxy close to the sacred sorcery granted by the Beast God - instead of cracks, even cracks don't get in. Since antiquity, no way has ever been devised to break it.

Loudfin, the big man who raised his roar from the front of Châteaux, weighed in and raised the blade of the horizontal giraffe with a delicate axe judgment. You'll drop your bare neck. A blow can keep you from kicking in. The axe blade stops a few millimeters from Châteaux's throat whistle. As Shoji flew backwards into that gap, the avant-gardes of the Silver Light Blade (Torch the Blade) launched a corrugated attack after Rudoffin.

The next two are pinched.

The sword rambles flashly. Eye poking, hand and foot slashing, spinning slashing and - the maneuvers are enormous, but also ingenious. The three split left, right and rear, and each other's weapons don't collide because they're breathtaking. White blade muscles draw multiple trajectories.

Normal enemies must have been slashed to pieces of flesh.

"Don't be soggy."

Châteaux grabbed one head and let it stamp into the earth.

A puffy blood splash flies from the face of the slapped man. That's how he aimed where Châteauxie bent forward, and then Rudofin shook his full axe off his head.

When struck, the axe frame was damaged. Ludfin's mandible, which was experiencing numbness in both arms, jumped up unexpectedly. Fine arm palm low, but jawbone sounded vocal and crushing. The big man's legs rose, flying through the universe, unconscious and rolling into the big letters.

The rest of us lost our will and stood up.

Châteaux picked up the broadsword the man dropped and gently retreated the trembling man aside with a gentle hand. It's a face I don't even think of as an enemy. The avant-garde man wore a butt cake.

"I've changed my mind. Be there, forgive me except for Shoji Quick. Others may flee."

"Wait, why am I the only one being targeted? I'm not supposed to be as violent as you come down here."

The stood broadsword cut was pointed at him, and Shoji twisted his neck in the blindfold.

"No, you killed too many beasts. I don't know what else to look like."

"I cared about that, too, but when I talked to Rack the Wingman, he said, 'You don't have to worry about that.'"

"Seriously."

"Your Highness, it's a lie. Don't be fooled lightly."

"Noooo, what a man. Lie with a flat face. More and more forgivable. - Mmm."

Suddenly, a pillar surrounding Châteaux was erected.

It serves to seal the subject's movements in a form similar to that of crystals. It was regarded as a kind of sealing magic. The avant-garde is only a wall. Ready and fire-powered The Silver Light Blade (Torch the Blade) rear guard magicians are here.

Robust junctions are not just sealing techniques. It is also to avoid causing damage outside.

Though he knew it was a means of condensing a wide-ranging spell, Running through, Shoji grabbed the collar of the fallen men and snatched them away from the place. Because of the amount of magic the woman still chants about the great spell, she remembers what her skin has tingled with.

"'Corrupt me, Hellfire! Drink up your sacrificial blood! God of Fire, descend!

"Whoa, this is... awesome. I've never seen anything else."

Sheila, the woman with the hat, stamped her. Chateau Torsey is happily slamming on the inner wall. Scattered with chants, multiple magical circles floating in the air are drawn to the crystal world. The moment it drifted perfectly, the flames burst inside.

Violent white light dissipates into the cave.

The iron sword Châteaux had melted and returned to dust. White over red is super hot. The Big Bang flames are licking up the inside of the junction and even losing color.

"You guys, get away from me!

Don't miss the opportunity, Leskia rambled the 'trade leg' from the sky.

The golden leg armor glimmers into thin darkness. A flaming flame became a powder of fire and flew to scatter, and every chateau was oppressed and beneath the earth.

The overlapping of unseen pressures, the ground continues to sound on the violent pressure.

It's a tummy that sinks Chateau Sea to the bottom of the earth.

The shape of the kick remains a giant crater.

The relentless attack was just over thirty, dark beneath the gully.

It's too deep to see.

qualities and landed from the air to the ground as the breathless Leskia was exhausted.

Hands on both knees, just worn out and breathing deeply.

"Eggs."

Shoji looked around the “lost earth” and puffy smoke, imagining what would happen if he ate it. The possibility of being helpful is hopeless. Even dragons living in the depths of spiritual peaks will die.

The Union of Reschia definitely seems to have regarded itself as shouldering the army, given its offensive power alone.

"Is he dead...?

"I've allowed the rest to leave, but I think I have to teach you the difference in power."

Lord of the voices. Loose chateau.

I was standing next to the guards in the rear.

Instead of hand wounds and injuries - not even one of the charcoals on my clothes.

Did you avoid it or did you send it?

Either way, I was just a little grumpy.

Sheila's left arm, which was distracted, was grabbed gently. Shake up the girl's flesh with the kind of anxiety that shakes things up. Fluffy and semi-circular, the girl slapped from her back on the ground. or haha, and he rings his throat and strips his white eyes unharmed, and faints.

The rest of the magician put up a defensive junction, but he gets his coat pierced and jumped with a strong lateral kick.

Only the jumpsuit girl handled the situation. Flipping his body, he stuck a dagger to Châteauxie's neck with a vibrant body appearance, but the blade tip lacked pacification. Cool eyes peeled open. A back fist strikes his face, causing him to faint.

"Demon King Yikes! That neck, I got it!

"Mmm."

The holy sword, which stood just hips and was colored by the holy crest - Keelnil, who was treating it as an amplifier of qualities, was waiting for the opportunity to unleash the power of 'fracture'. There is nothing that cannot be slashed. A blow I believed so became a flying blade with holy light. Generally speaking, the timing is correct. Because where they can afford it, they aim at the bar.

- But.

"Yo."

"Become!"

An unmistakable eagle with his bare hands at the qualities of the brave man, Châteaux turned his face to the raging blade of light. Raise and lower your arms to touch something unusual.

Are you tired of me holding my hand and shattering it pachingly?

"You're boring me to say something good about prestige."

"Ugh, whoa, whoa!

Suddenly Keelnil rarely abused his qualities. The Oval Slash is a series of attacks. Châteaux marches without even playing. The power of 'fracture', inhibited by the powerlessness junction, scatters grains of light, becoming countless pieces of light and striking them out.

Keelnil was shot in the eye as Châteaux came in front of him.

I have no interest in cold longitudinal golden eyes.

It also seems to be watching insects without emotion.

"Come back in ten years for another challenge."

Grab your head gently and slap your face to the ground.

Reschia, who changed the color of her eyes to the predicament of her disciple, pushed and killed fatigue and tried to act.

but stopped that shoulder that Shoji was about to move.

"I knew you couldn't. Stop it, you won't win."

"But if we don't do it... first, you're being targeted!

"Oh, that sounds like it. That's why I kill him. It doesn't matter. You guys go away."

Shoji stretched his tongue - chopped a thousand bites.

Blood erupts from the root of the tongue. He suffered severe pain while holding down his mouth. Convert pain into hatred in tears. Combine and swallow the remaining potion stock in the ammunition belt overlaid with the forbidden 'Dragon Ride Fight'. I don't know anything about the taste of blood, and I can't afford to enjoy the taste.

Vision cleared. Muscles amplify and converge. The power of Minato burns my thoughts.

Blood-eyed eyes leave a band of light to dance in the air. Shoji kicked the ground and ran under Châteaux. A fist that has broken through the air layer is released. Bump through the empty abdomen.

Chatosey blackened and white her eyes at the haughty fist that came suddenly, but I'm sorry that Shoji's fist that I hit was not safe either. It caused blood smoke and the fist shape disappeared, and the tip disappeared from his wrist without a trace.

A woman's luxurious flesh draws a parabola, a hundred meters ahead? I can see in the distance that he was bounced toward the roof of the temple, which soars over the hill, and collided with cancer without making a heavy noise.

Perfect potion magic emits light from the wound. It regenerates missing fingers and palms while glowing phosphorescence.

"Shoji, while you're at it... why don't you run away with me?

Looking back, Reschia's eyes were lost. I'm moving towards the emotion of paying attention and wanting to help my fallen companions in the moment. We have a few minutes before Châteaux returns. We're going to be able to escape that gap.

Or - the face that you can't even leave the man in front of you without fighting.

With a worried look, Shoji dropped his eyes on his regenerated right hand.

"My theory... is that a brave man... is called a brave man because he fights the stronger than himself. I think so, as the brave man on the corner. After all, it would be inappropriate to fight a strong enemy like you can't win. Otherwise, you can't call me a very, very courageous man. Just a weak bastard who likes figs... Leskia, what do you think?

"What's that? Could it be that you're gonna die?

With a pale face, Shoji laughed at the shaking voice query. It's not the answer.

Brave men are brave men. I'm sure that's what he thinks.

It's a natural thing because there are so many floors in the world.

Shoji's thinking is more seperate.

"Just for the record, I wanted to be a brave man in the Royal Palace. But I couldn't be. I made mistakes... but even if my ideals were high that way, I wouldn't have been because I was weak because I wanted a peaceful life if it were real... I'll take care of this place. Go, you go for a better life."

He turned to the members of The Blade of Silver Lights (Torch the Blade), who were falling down and barely conscious, and spoke through so that the words could be heard.

Finishing the story, Shoji, dressed up, walked to the temple with enhanced leg strength.

In the gap where everyone is sending a brave man and an enviable glance.

Create a big nickname: Beast King Crusade.

Tightly - don't forget to get confused and steal the Holy Sword of Keelnir, the treasure of this occasion.