Glutton Berserker ~The One That Exceeds The Concept Of Levels~

Two squadrons... If we defeat all of this, we won't have to struggle with money for the time being.

The question is can we defeat all of them, but with the Hate phenomenon, we should be able to sweep them away without letting them get away with it.

I'll start with a central break through that crowd of over 400 orcs.

"Gried, go!

"Huh, anytime."

I run straight to the orcs. Guided by such a monotonous move, the High Oaks, the leaders of the squadron, give orders to their subordinate Oaks.

After countless red lotus flames and arrows went up into the sky as soon as possible, they hung on me and flew.

"Coming, Faith."

He said, "I know."

Well, shall we try?

I stick my black sword forward and pull out a new force - the third floor.

The shape begins to transform from a one-handed sword to a demon shield. A black shield bigger than my height shows up. and, at the same time, a long-range attack unleashed by the Orcs landed.

Impact transmitted from black shield to right hand. Arrows are hitting me in flames that burn.

But it doesn't reach me at all. All the black shields are preventing me.

When I think I can use this, Greed says it through his "Reading Mind" skills with his nose high.

"How's it going! My third floor shuts out physical and magical attacks. A magic shield like this fortress. Ha! What do you say! You can compliment me, you can respect me, Faith!

"We're in the middle of a fight right now. Be quiet."

Damn, I haven't gotten to two squadrons of oaks yet, but it looks like Gried is already going to win. What a great weapon to fight, even though I'm the one who fights.

"If you say that, I won't give you a new sheath."

'Come on, you don't have that. Don't talk nonsense. Faith is the only one with clean clothes and a dirty sheath like me. Normally, it would be the opposite! I'm the beautiful sheath, and you're the one who's wearing those worn out clothes. "

"Why does that happen? Yikes! This is crazy!

It is the same GREED verse. Why do I have to put up with being a user?

Me and Greed move on as we say Yanya, preventing the onslaught by the oak with a black shield.

It's almost a bunch of oaks. I'm thinking about turning it into a black sword when I jump inside.

"Wait, Faith. Keep pushing it!

"What, are you serious!?

No way, do you even have it in your roots for saying you won't replace the sheath? If you look at it because it's something funny to say, Gried laughs at you with his nose.

"I'll tell you what such a big shield it is for. Come on, don't stop and run through!

"Oh, I don't know."

Where does that confidence always come from? Well, it probably works when Gried says this.

Try something here, will you?

I stopped turning into a black sword and stuck it into a herd of oaks with a black shield.

Heavy feeling in the hand with the black shield comes from next to next. Doesn't each time the oak roar "bhiyyy" and ascend to heaven?

And the inorganic voice you hear in your head informs you of your rising status.

"This is... amazing"

'You will, you will. Ha-ha-ha, this is a shield bash. It takes a lot of muscle strength, but it's fine with you now. And if you're a demon about an oak, you can blow it like that. Come on, keep going.'

"Okay, I'll do it"

This is good. It may be easier than using a black sword, black sickle, etc. Whatever, it doesn't have to be a hanging pull or anything, just hit the target.

I even jump the orcs.

U-turn and enter the orc herd again.

Also, an announcement of an increase in status by inorganism.

Somehow, I may be careless to say this, but this way of fighting is interesting.

When I was with the Grid and I was starting to get on well, there was a new move on the Orcs.

The leader, High Oak, turned his voice absurd and changed its formation.

To prevent my penetration, I led an oak with a shield and supported it with lots of oak behind it.

"Can that one go?

'Never mind. Sum it up and let it fly. Faith, step in as much as you want!

"Oh, okay. I'll send the oak meat wall to heaven."

"That's the intention."

I forget to stop, like a runaway horse, trying to re-enter a herd of orcs.

When I come into contact with the orcs, I feel a very heavy response like never before.

But I won't stop walking here.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa"

Stick up your voice and accelerate even further. An anomaly begins to occur in the meat walls of the oaks.

Gusha, I heard the sound of gusha everywhere.

Perhaps the pressure I push with my black shield and the pressure of the orcs to stay on their feet crushed the orcs where the force was skewed.

I think of it as an extinct demon named Buhii, and I can even hear my voice. Even while you do that, an inorganic voice tells you to increase your status like a regular contact.

The orc formation gradually collapses, and I can't contain my powers.

"Faith, go, go, go, go! It's a pork mince."

"The expression is gross! Weigh yourself up a little."

'Say what. There's no such thing as self-esteem. "

Totally...... Is there anything you can do about the poor mouth of the grid? It's definitely getting minced, but you wouldn't have to dare.

Oh, watching that is going to keep me from eating my favorite meat for a while.

Sneaky......

Let's get this over with. I use my full muscle strength to blow up the orc formation.

Literally, the oaks are called to heaven. Large circles of flowers drawn in oak bloom in the sky.

Eclipse Ability Activated

"Total Health +940800, Arm +921600, Magic +729600, Spirit +768000, Agility +729600 will be added to the status"

The herd, which had two squadrons, was devastated. I jump fewer oaks with a little black shield. I could have switched to Black Sickle and cut it boldly, but this time I wanted to grasp the feeling of using Black Shield, so I refrained.

When you realize you've been familiar with your hands a lot, aren't two blue skinned high oaks trying to escape? I fought the orcs a few times and thought, they seem to have a tough class.

For the higher species, the high oak, just the oak protects them with its own hands. I don't know if this comes from reason or is incorporated as an instinct.

But in either case, the high oak, which is the commanding officer for the orcs, is absolute. It resembles something that the people who say in man cannot resist the Holy Knight.

'What do we do, Faith? You want me to keep chasing you and knock you down with a shield bash of demon shields?

"No, that's enough. Let's finish it."

Enough demon shields already. I change my shape to a black bow.

Then pull the bow and create a black arrow by magic. This demon arrow has an automatic tracking function, so if you release it, it hits the target on its own. Even those who have little experience handling bows like me can handle this without labor.

Even so, if you keep shooting, an orc on the path might stand up and stop the demon arrow. Then you can take a different route.

I turned my black bow toward heaven and let go of my demon arrow twice.

The devil and arrow leap over the heads of the orcs as they draw a black orbit, hitting the brain of the high orcs trying to escape. Both high oaks grew demon arrows from their heads amicably and fell into the ground.

Eclipse Ability Activated

"Total Health +406800, Arm +435000, Magic +350600, Spirit +308600, Agility +336800 will be added to the status"

I snort as I feel a state of bulimia skills in my body. Not yet, it's okay...... If I were you right now, I wouldn't have eaten millions of stats at a time.

Wonder and Machine Angel (Chimera) Haniel The battle is as quiet as a bulimic skill sleeps. It may be temporary, but this was good news for me. Maybe the results of training to control bulimia skills have come out. Yes, I'd like to wish.

I look around at the orcs who lost a commander named High Oak. The few remaining orcs were disturbed and attacked by me or fled.

It's similar to goblins and cobolts, like an oak that no longer behaves like it was the rule. I'm in a remote position. The oak was knocked down with a black bow and the nearby oak was handled with a black sword.

"Looks like you got it all down."

'Mm-hmm. Now you can finally get a new one. Let's mow the oak's ears and get back to Babylon.'

He said, "I know."

Cut off the oak ear and put it in the two large hemp bags I had brought. This is quite a plain task because of the large number of them. Outreach, it might be easier to be fighting.

I recovered the part of the oak ear that proved the demon crusade at the exchange facility. By the time it was pruned, the yang was completely up.

"Faith, you're forgetting your high oak ears."

"It was."

I was going to be the last to incontrovertibly, and I forgot. It is a helpful greed because it has a carefree personality in strange places.

All right, I'll carry two bloody sacks of hemp.

"Well, let's go home"

'Right... I thought so. Faith, you have a visitor. "

Gleed prompted me, and I gave him my face, and a big samurai party was just walking towards me.

That was just... a party that was fighting a squadron of oaks a little further away. Coming here means they must have succeeded in the Orcs' crusade successfully, too.

Still, why are you trying to come to me? I'll put the sack of hemp on my back down to the ground so I can pull through the black sword at any time and wait for them.