Gang of Yuusha

At the end of the fierce war, the burning fields were spreading.

The dense forest trees fall, and the scorched earth is littered with small fires. Exhausted with just the sweep, we decided to pause for a little while. In order to regain the lost power, I decided to eat, as Shoji had requested. It will be a night meal. They set fire to it and formed a circular seat.

Shoji had brought the Lorelei seasoning to discipline as well, so he put a subtle taste on raw meat with no expression. The two were nervous, with the exception of Leskia, because of the addition of seasonings that I didn't really know what I wanted or might want to get. Because it's an addict (junkie) hand cooking with a bear under it.

The meat of a burnt dinosaur stabbed in a skewer changes to a burnt brown color.

Demonic meat is sometimes eaten during the adventure of the dungeon.

But it's not what you want and eat. Because magic can disturb, and toxins, on the contrary, are unknown. Only Shoji had an elixir potion in the vial, so I expected it to help no matter what.

The winner is rough and hits a rough, meaty loin. The taste caught my throat. The flesh is lizard - slightly piglet? The fat was hard and tasteless like I ate soft bricks. In addition, it smelled unique.

"Good."

"Really? You're lying, right? You're trying to fool me... you know that."

"Don't you ever eat... hmm"

Vermond, handed additional condiments by Shoji, put his arms together. He overlooks the rock salt in the newspaper and changes to a face like he ate sour.

"Doesn't it fit your mouth?

"... not so. That's close to halibut meat. Fair enough."

"You're often in cold regions, aren't you? Halibut... I don't want to eat it though."

"My hometown is a poor cold village. I didn't have anything to eat."

After a meal while we chatted, the party quickly lifted its hips. Whatever your physical fatigue, you're in the middle of a robbery. I can't even be loose.

Only Gortle, with a non-floating face, rode through the meat cuts and remained seated.

The more luxurious the garment fades, the smaller it is.

"You bandits... don't stand on your arms unusually. Are you the assassin who showed up to chase us down?

Needless to say, the party composition of two brave men on the corner (Street Braver) and one S-level magician is rare.

As for Shoji, it is the formation that makes the robbery of the "Unsealed Seal" a certainty, but I do not intend to smash the Demonic Church. The number of believers in Yorktoria is unknown, but possibly close to thousands. It could be spreading to other cities. I couldn't help but buy unwanted grudges.

"You're not that free."

He flushed the look of the little man's suspicion, and Shoji waved and signaled.

Approaching even a lift covered in stubborn brown sprawling plants.

Fold the dead trees entangled in the fence-shaped shutters in a vacuum. Trees also discover red buttons, opening and closing switches that were buried hidden in branches. Whether the power source was alive or intentional, the journey to the vertical lift opened.

The other side is dark.

Longitudinal square steel plates could be confirmed at the point where the light emitted critical.

It's a five-person slide.

There were only columns to prevent falls, in the dark of space to ascend and descend, and no prospects were heard.

"Well, that was the bottom line."

As they all boarded, Shoji looked at the operating board with yellow and black stripes and pressed the descent button.

I heard the rattling noise of the gear meshing.

When the chain did, it began to spin, and the lift began to descend along with the rattling actuation noise. A frightening peek downstairs scatters fine red and yellow dots of equipment lights like stars.

"'I depend on the traveler.'

I cast a spell and Vermond flew a light sphere into the dark.

The darkness in the cavity is deep, and the round light does not reach the wall.

The area could be lighted slightly, but there was not enough light.

[Ouch! My warriors to love! I'm gonna welcome you guys out of the way! It seems useless to do more than that. A whore gets loaded of money and accepts the desire to spread her legs. I love greedy people! And I can feel as much evil sawdust from you as a bin of bibins!

"Thank you. I'll smash you with fire to thank you."

Leskia told him with a face with one hand on her hips. You've set up a monster. The grumpy voice of the "Chapter" is trembling with joy.

Was it also something that touched the harp line from the Shoges, as a nature that favoured frenzy?

[I obey power! We all do! Neither do I. All creatures are designed to follow the strong. He said lone wolves are different!? No, I don't know about that. I'm just running away from the strong. And loneliness is sad and hard. Just as I want to fuck my blonde tits properly, if I'm alive, I'll also look for someone to mate with and start talking to a pet wang chan who treats me like a friend on his own. Hello, One One One!

"I really want to bake it."

[Whoa, but I'm sorry. I'd like to give you my ownership, but there's someone out of the way. Look, here we go. Too bad! He always tries to do what I hate. You're not trying to get me out of here. Somehow, it's the feeling of a book being shoved into a cramped bookshelf. Oh, that's a joke right now. Funny?]

A light sphere flew downstairs - emitting a blinding light, stopping it in the air.

The luminosity was increasing, but no heat was felt, accompanied by brightness that gently enveloped a person's flesh.

When it's illuminated, I even remember how comfortable it is.

"Something feels good light...... but it's suspicious, shoot it off?

"Woo... this, close your eyes! Psychomagic!

An impatient Vermond said something, but the light grew stronger and stronger.

Shoji set himself up to deal with it. The world was covered in white and shifted.

"Quick, what's going on?

The soft call of a good man slapped his tympanic membrane and Shoji, who was sitting in a chair, woke up. He raised his bent face and opened and closed his pussy and eyelids. Surprisingly, ascertain a suddenly unusual situation.

- What's going on?

I've been. Till just now.

"No, something... weird"

You must be tired.

I took a breath. I have confused memories. A loud cheer was sounding like a wave over the wall. It took me a while to realize that this place was the barracks of the arena. Shoji looked at his fingertips and was stunned. Look in the mirror of the open locker.

The flesh is back to sixteen.

Is this place in memory - everything is clear for it. I have a hand feel, and when I touch the horizontal chair, I can feel the roughness of the wood.

Scratch and mess up your hair - look in surprise at His Royal Highness Prince Wang, the blonde who will be your colleague.

A royal five-boy officer. Best in military school, we were close.

He taught me how to be polite, and how to dance. It was also a good memory of hiding, stealing royal treasures, and luxury games with gold sold to the market.

- Stupid.

This can't be happening.

"Huh?

The person is staring and wondering, shaking his shoulder, leaning his neck.

Is there anything strange about that? A familiar attitude, though.

Shoji, whose eyes moistened by the friendship that used to exist, hurriedly tightened her cheeks, which had been corned off.

Oh, I know. This is not the real world. Nor is it the past world.

It's a deceptive space.

Even though I understood that, I was going to be immersed in the most glorious memories of my heart. It's shaking like the core of my head has been pulled out.

The memories that were burning until earlier are sumptuous and obscure.

"Something's wrong with you."

"Oh, I'm having a nightmare... that's terrible, this is, like, a fluke"

"Time to dream is over. Come on, hold the sword. Your sword. It's here."

His Royal Highness Prince Wang brought a double sword.

Take the metal with thin chains on the patterned head.

Heavy unnamed flying demon sword. It was able to accommodate both distance and close range. I used it a lot when facing a giant monster. The decor is nice enough to be a favorite too. The distorted blade body is embedded with red balls that serve as eyeballs, and the design is elaborated on the pattern that serves as the mouthpiece.

The effect is - what were the various effects that were my favorites?

At least, I don't think it was meant to be used against people.

Blurring, gripping the cucumber.

There is also a definite sense of weight. Not so uncomfortable gripping either.

"Who it was, who it was..."

"I'm an evil opponent. The manipulation of our political enemies. This monster is about competing for the strength of the pawn... but if possible, could you hold your breath so that you don't suffer again this time?

With serene language His Royal Highness the Prince Wang ordered.

Even the ordinance is a distressing reminder.

He was a man who could use the coolness and warmth separately. I didn't condone the enemy, but I was generous to my allies. He was equipped with talent and cruelty, and was aspired to the future.

Like the others - there was no heavy use of man by birth or difference in identity, and it was fair.

Being equal was invaluable and delightful.

Just because I'm out of poverty doesn't reduce the number of bread in my rations to a nagging amount, and they gave me clean shirts and new socks properly. If they get hurt, they will supply medical products. Of course, I don't mislead you, I don't give you crude products.

That's all I could worship.

He was not beside Shoji, such as the higher-ranking who could otherwise be taken for granted. I didn't know. So irresistibly, I felt friendship.

I liked the word "we" used by His Majesty. I felt alive with you. I'm the one who betrayed you. I'm the one who failed. I'm the one who didn't live up to expectations. Oh, how good it would be if we could start over.

"Your success was mine."

The sound of the chains of the larynx creep into the cerebral medulla.

I can't help it, the fierce blood is noisy and unquenchable.

Reschia Winter was the Legion Leader of The Blade of Silver Lights (Torch the Blade), but she wasn't the founder. If your head dies or you retire, the delegates will inevitably take turns.

You are young and you reign at the apex of a large number of members because you inherited your predecessor's position.

"This is... during the Frenzy Fairy..."

If you look around, the side around is bright as red.

The rock walls were clear in every corner thanks to the burning light.

Most of the lava streams that erupt can be heard from the Hell Falls kettle. Noodles, fierce, bubbles floating, bouncing for meters.

There are flat rocks on the floor at the moment, but cracked indentations are running. The red line is a magma. The fervor of boiling and standing up is not simultaneous. In order to lower the temperature, it is suppressed by the power of the 'trade leg'.

If you loosen your mind, you'll collapse in the heat wave.

It becomes a cylindrical bottom at the fire exit - this floor is even hot and humid to breathe.

"... a world of memories I don't want to remember or something like that..."

Yes, it was.

It's hard to forget, but it was something I dared to forget.

This request (quest) is memorable.

The beginning was a social problem brought about by the small countries on the border.

The spiritual peak where the sacred dwelled became the unity of the national cause. Too many demonic stones were mined so much that the shape of the mountain changed dramatically. A landslide occurred and the foothills of the forest collapsed. Aquatic organisms died from the creation of factories during refining and the unplanned run-off of sewage into the river.

As a result, the Spirit of Fire raged.

He was also a spiritual superior demon god and an opponent who should not be inspired.

It exploded the volcano and declared it to destroy the castle city.

It was due to economic circumstances, but it could not be understood, that it was the unsolicited logic of man that drove him so far - the proceeds of precious demon stones.

Still, the Spirit gave me a concession to retreat if I didn't want to die.

"But I decided to crusade"

People's choices were brutal.

He is the patron saint who watches over people's livelihoods, grows flora and fauna, and adjusts the soil - let the guardians who live on the Holy Spirit Peak perish, and the king who ruled the province overtook him.

"Resquia, thank you for bringing me this far. Leave the rest to me."

A woman in a coat called from the side.

Small and under twenty. Wearing a priest's hat, the pure white classic cape coat is finished with feathers on the sleeves and shoulders. Soft silver eyes were benevolent to those who faced each other, even with the purity of their fitness.

He was a leader because he always had a smile that reassured people.

"Arcia......"

Alcia is the former commander of the Silver Light Blade (Torch the Blade).

Reschia's hair tips turn upside down in nostalgic voices and situations. A sudden chill ran through my spine and I felt scared. A tingling current runs as it glides over the skin, grabbing both Alcia's shoulders as they impulse to stop them.

"Alcia, don't go! You're going to die for failure!

"Hmm... what are you talking about? It's okay. You don't believe my arm? The Spirit has prepared vast lands and mountains for you, so if only you could show the flow of the spiritual veins, you'd understand."

Pushing staff longer than their back lengths into the ground - due to sacred witchcraft, the fluctuations of paralysis bounced off Reschia's hands.

The electric shock caused one knee, and Leskia was unable to move.

He groans and is distressed, closing one eye and looking up at Arcia.

Yes, it was.

The appearance was the weak look, but so confident and strong. Otherwise he is not the one who binds the Union.

"Oh, no! Please, don't go!

"Don't worry... you'll do as you always do today, just wait for the good boy"

He grins and rushes to the altar.

No stray, Arcia sat back and crouched. Close your eyes to pray to God.

Holy oaths fluttered around Arsia something terribly resembling a snow crystal. A solemn prayer was about to reach the Spirit.

The main Spirit of the sacred spiritual peak emerged from the lava, which becomes the opposite shore.

A radiant, burning, giant firepillar is taking the form of a demon god.

No one could have figured it out.

The spirits who were supposed to have ears to listen to, even if they were furious - said they were way beyond the limits of patience.

Did you mistake it for an offering, or just stomach it?

"Stop... I don't want to see it again"

Leskia's wish did not arrive. Looking up, Arcia opened her hands - she was grinning at the Virgin Mary to lead the angry Spirit - but she didn't carry things as she thought.

The body was lightly lost.

Fire sperm, which opened its mouth wide, ate it at a thunderous speed.

Too, in a moment.

It was incredible that it disappeared from head to toe.

It's a death that can't resist, doesn't activate a magical defense, and doesn't clap. Was the burning Spirit satisfied, shaking his head as he shrugged, his mouth widening wide?

It was not a personal ritual. I felt intense malice from the Spirit. It's a mockery of taking pathetic lives. The Spirit also suspected that because he had given impossible warnings for the great name of the massacre.

"Arcia......"

- Oh, yeah.

It's another story that's rolling.

This is a common accident. Everyone listens once.

One day, all of a sudden, important people are often taken away.

Because the gentler God is, the easier it is to have it.

But still, still - isn't that unforgivable?

"It's okay. I'll help you in a minute, so wait..."

I know Arcia is dead. That's what I already know.

That's what you make them say, when your smug, trembling lips try to make you hope.

Driven by passion, Leskia lost half her reason and walked toward her enemies in tears from her cheeks.