Empire extending into the western part of the Ost continent.
It intersects the Spirit Forest to the north, the northern countries to the northeast and the Holy Capital to the east, bordering extensively on the kingdom.
And now, at the bottom of the empire's largest golem mine, the Great Hole, in the southeast, the Class A Knight was single-ridden to fight the Golem.
(Kill me)
Solitary in the cockpit was a dark eyed, cheeky man with a dark neighborhood under his eyes.
He is called 'Reaper' and a slender, long, black-grey A grade that closely resembles the rider. This combination is feared to be the strongest corner of the empire.
(What's the matter? Kill me or I'll die)
The Sickle Death Size, which is paid to crawl through the ground, and the glossy lead golem that makes you retreat. Shortly after the passage of the Great Sickle Death Size, the leaded golem came with an explosive assault.
A small but radial crack enters the rock bed that received the dash and flies the fine fragments backwards.
(That's the metal golem. They say you're superior to A, show me that power)
Reaper bends the edge of his mouth up and causes the knight to fold the Great Sickle Death Size back like a swordfish. Beat the metal golem straight from the side and distract the ramp to the side, but the heavy fist even captured the A-grade flank.
"Kaha!
Abara feels a severe pain that breaks, and the pilot of the murder phase leaks his voice. But there are no injuries.
The only thing that cracked or shattered was the knight. The pilots only have senses.
(This pain. I'm doing well today)
Rebuilding the Great Sickle Death Size, Reaper scorns his mighty enemies with a joyful look.
"Feedback of the senses"
This is a very rare event encountered by a good pilot when he is' on board '. Only a handful of top pilots can taste it, and whether or not you've heard of it in the line-up pilots.
But the feedback was dull, and many were to an uncomfortably hairy extent.
(The more you twist your body, the more severe your face is distorted. not comparable to before)
Loosen cheeks and loosen mouth.
In recent years, the strength of the pilot of the shady Ferocious Phase had risen considerably. You can say it crossed the wall and reached one stage above.
(Again, "Sin and Punishment" has taken me to further heights)
I think of the metal golem's rolling fists as I slap them off accurately with the Sickle Death Size. The accuracy of this knight's movements and the speed of his reactions is something he could not have done before.
(I've changed)
I could only find meaning in living to fight, who I was. He would even have thought he wanted to die because of his thin obsession with raw.
But not now. I want to connect my life and taste further joy.
(Death only once in a lifetime. coming after a raw without remorse how sweet it would be)
The reaching point you seek is the same 'death', but you have a completely different attitude to face than before. Because of this, they want to mature carefully and deepen their taste.
So now, even if you are relative to more enemies than you are qualified for, your expectations are not that fearful.
If you can satisfy me, you can kill me.
The deepest part of the big hole that you can't reach except yourself. In this place, where no help or search comes, every knight is bitten to pieces by the Golem alive.
Just imagine, the groin sickle Death Size was compressed into my pants and hurt badly.
(Come on, Zero Range Combat is next. Shall we beat each other to death)
Even as he steps out with a distorted grin on his face, the metal golem backs off in a vigilant manner. What comes through is a willingness to stop the fight and try to leave.
(What could also be a metal golem is what does the boring calculation. Or because it just evolved)
I know it's possible that you don't like the war of attrition.
"Even if you beat Reaper, then it doesn't make sense if Heavy Stone Golem eats you"
I guess that's what you're thinking. If I shook the knight's head around him, I would have watched this one from a position away from a few dark brown golems.
The territory of the metal golem does not come close, but if it is weak, it must be something else.
(Keep the fun next time. Eat something good and stay even stronger)
Enough to ravage myself.
The reaper, who spoke in his heart, lowers the knight in one foot. Then he looked back and began to climb the hill towards the far ground.
The surrounding Heavy Stone Golem does not strike a skinny Class A that leaves a margin.
(It doesn't matter if they attack you, it's from Stonegolem.)
He was a reaper shrugging his shoulders with the hassle of breaking through the hissing golem.
A little northwest from the big hole. There is Landburn, the capital of the Borderlands.
The Empire's heavy minister, Borderline Uncle, who heads the Great Hole. Being a bald middle-aged man, he had a meeting with two men in the office of the Lords' Hall.
"Sir Reaper reported it yesterday. They saw a metal golem at the bottom of the big hole. They came home without a fight because the sunset was close by then."
A middle-aged man in a pilot's clothes who opens his mouth with a convincing face to what Uncle Borderline said. He became the Knights Commander of the Knights of the Borders and is a Class B rider.
"So? I went out earlier this morning."
The deputy, with a handled-shaped mustache in the captain's words, laid his hand on his forehead and sighed.
"You're absolutely right. You must have gone to defeat him alone."
The status of Reaper is almost identical to that of Borderline Uncle. I am stationed in Landburn only because the Emperor ordered me to give it power.
The look and contents are horrible, but there's no danger if you don't even get in the way. That's why we're letting them do what they want.
"It's about Lord Reaper, so it's possible to defeat the metal golem single-handedly. But we don't have the means to take the defeated metal golem to the ground."
It's a waste. and a deeply exhaling handle beard again.
The body of the metal golem contains a lot of pure rare metal, the value of which can be said to be immeasurable.
But the difference in strength between the Knights of the Borders and the Lily Knights "Lily Knights" Huang Lily Squad is too open, and no one can accompany them.
As a result, the precious mineral resources that have been defeated so far have been abandoned locally to feed the other golems.
"Many times before, Lord Reaper has even gone to the bottom of the Great Hole. Until now, however, the presence of metal golems has not been confirmed."
The Impossible Middle-aged Knights Commander cuts one end of the line and continues with his arms together.
"Probably, but it was born recently,"
And with an indescribable look, I shook my head left and right.
"The Golem refines ore by eating each other and evolves into a superior species."
The possibility has been pointed out by the scholarly skinned pilots in his men.
After hearing it, Lord Reaper deliberately began to slap down the remains of the Golem into an irrecoverable depth.
The intention is clear. If I can't find a strong enemy, I guess I'll make it myself.
"Well, it's Lord Reaper. I just have to make it whatever I want."
The borderline uncle shrugged his shoulders, closing his eyes and sticking his lips out, leaking a voice like when he soaked in water in the bath. My hands are between my thighs, and I am adored by the head of a blonde maid.
"That's great, you're good."
A frontier uncle who makes a gentle, sloppy look at his throat-moving blonde head. The three of them didn't put the table down, they lined the chairs up in a circle and talked.
And instead of the table is the figure of a maid kneeling three. He buried his head in each groin, and used his tongue diligently.
"Here, a little strong. I smoke too much. Wait."
Lizard middle-aged looking up at the ceiling with his eyes closed and groaning with a disgusting voice. A maid must be straining to show off her proud moves on the occasion of her service to the Reichsfuhrer, who has finally turned around.
It's not that Uncle Borderline really hates it either, he's shaking his head left and right to taste it.
The deputy secretary and the chief of the knighthood also gave him a drink to the maid following his boss.
I beg your pardon.
A knock sounds there, and Borderline Uncle is allowed to enter the room naked in his lower body. The locality is included in the maid, so it is not rounded out.
The soldier who showed up just puts a little envy in his eyes.
"We have received news from Imperial Capital. This way, sir."
Class C arrived earlier, apparently. He was in such a hurry that the pilot says he passed out of magic at the same time as he arrived.
Take the knife from the back desk while sitting in the chair, fly the wax and remove the contents.
"... what?
The complexion of the peripheral uncle, whose colour falls out as he proceeds to read.
Knowing something serious had happened, the deputy and the captain kept their hands on the maid's head and tightened their expressions.
Eastbound from Landburn, four days away by the once existing periodic golem carriage, is the King's Capital. Even now that a truce agreement has been reached between the Empire and the Kingdom, this route has not yet been revived.
After sunset, I was in my living room talking to my family as usual.
Can I?
Half-baked on a bath towel, Imosque asking permission.
When asked what to plant, the sage of the woods, who could freely obtain plant seeds, replied, 'Hatsumomo'. Knowing that my first meal (unicorn) was hungry, I guess I figured out what I could do.
"It's not an independent kind. You call it the first thing nobody's harvested."
A wave of images arrives from an imbecile who shook his head vertically and showed understanding. With that, I understand that my explanation was bad.
He understood that it was like a "wabi" of mountain vegetables.
The first fat, long straw that comes out is the "first thing," and the second straw is other than that. And I thought the first food (unicorn) was only the most soggy habit.
"I'm not wrong, I don't know what to say"
I put my arms together and frown on my troubles. There comes a voice from Dangolow, the general.
"Mamoru"
This is also a proposal for a first item project.
Imagine chestnut igas or walnut shells. The purpose is to solidify the defense so that it cannot be eaten.
The general himself is rounded up and appeals to robustness.
"This would be nice."
It's distressing to be confident, but I have to shake my head left or right.
"Even the first ones want to be eaten."
When they answered that they couldn't fit together, the two looked at each other and talked to each other secretly.
"Crap?"
"Maybe so."
Such a wave comes through a leak. I suppose he regarded it as like a fruit, assuming that it could be eaten by birds and such.
The fruit that you want to be eaten will be in front of those who want to eat it. We have to get it to the Unicorn table somehow.
"Obnoxious."
"That's nasty."
To a difficult challenge, two people who will be silent. By the way, the turtle had not joined this topic and had fallen asleep leaving his head in the bath towel.
"I wonder if I should look for the first thing that survived without being eaten"
Or put up a 'Surprise Your Mother' campaign.
This is about inviting inexperienced people with the 'Before their parents know it, give them arms' complaint and eating them before they eat them.
(Results could be interesting)
I'm going to tell you, Mother, who was alarmed. It's a series of critical hits that sink into the sea of sheets.
(No, I don't know. It's about Mr. Cool, so I might be able to tell you who's behind it.)
Sure, your mother would be surprised, but that's not the way to go.
"Kazashi"
"Hitoshi no Kasei"
My relatives reacted to what I said about "looking."
Adventurers, including the protagonist in the book "Crab Warrior," were appreciated for making requests such as searches. But will the 'first thing' be the subject of a collection request?
"After all, do I have to talk to the Guild Manager"
Nest on the third floor of the Merchant Guild, Grandpa Goblin. When I think of that figure, I unconsciously shake my head to the left and right.
(You can't expect that. "My grandmother's not better than my mother," I think I'm going to say)
We decided to put this matter behind us.
"By the way, that magic mess you guys were talking about, have you noticed anything since?
The Spirit Beasts say 'strange' with absolute certainty. A few days have passed, but I still haven't heard anything about anything happening.
The long-lived tortoise of knowledge opens his eyes and mouth at the same time, approximating the two who tilt their heads together.
"Once Dropped Itaga, Matale Beginning Metail"
While in the pond, he said he was occasionally stuck. But that's all I know.
What is happening, or is it about to happen? I say I can't grab that far.
"Wazcana Information Demonstrator Leva, Sokokara Guess Reno Daga"
Slowly look into your eyes for a while Zaratan.
I'm going to have to ask around with my legs. Fortunately, the Warcraft exorcised me and I have the opportunity to travel everywhere and talk to merchants and adventurers.
"Leave that to me. If you're investigating magic, don't push it."
Nodding turtles and dangouts on the eels.
Thus the day passed slowly.
Here's one old story.
Nearly a thousand years ago, the Spirit Forest was a 'bloodless revolution' in the Elves. This brought the king of the Elves to an end.
The royal family is buried in the soil while living not to shed blood, and the blood is told that it has ceased.
But a few months after the bloodless revolution, there was one royal figure walking in the cave.
"Old Graveyard"
This is what they call it, a secret place besides the royal family.
The entrance flows upstream of the river into the Lake of the Spirit, behind a waterfall in a rugged valley. Those with thin blood are protected by robust magic to keep them out.
"... Mot Back"
Deep in the cave, no light plugs in at all. That's why it's dark, but they look like royalty.
With an unmistakable foothold, but strangely, I go slowly.
And what we got there was a big space. It was thick enough for the giants to crawl and move on so far, but it was even wider there.
If he were one who could see even in the darkness, he would have found the giant with his armor lying in one piece to sleep.
"Atta"
The fruit of a royal family that opens its mandible of rotting and utters its words. Two blinds that have already lost their eyeballs are directed at the knight in darkness.
This zombie was originally Elda's eldest brother. He was a young man who had succeeded in his contract with Griffon and helped his father as the next king.
"He killed Griffon in front of me, buried and killed by civilians while making the throne his present"
The resentment and remorse of the matter, the height of the royal magic. In addition, star circles, earth veins, etc. overlapped, transforming them into lifeless living bodies.
Whether he was lucky or bad, he wouldn't know that either.
……
Leaning neck, zombies all over mud and water. There must be two horsemen in inheritance, but only one.
But the rotting corpse stopped thinking. At any rate, there is only one body.
"Ring, moving cuss, Socite kills"
Opening the chest armor, the zombie climbs into the cockpit with a twinkle.
But as he lowered his chest armor and tried to get the knight up, his time stops.
Because they couldn't supply the magic needed to start it, and they took it as far as they needed for their activities.
"Na...... n...... de?
The cause has changed to undead. Compared to a living Elf prince, zombies have only a small amount of magic.
And the situation falls into a deadly vicious circle.
"The magic of natural recovery is immediately absorbed by the knight. But it's not enough to start, it leaks out with time and disappears into the atmosphere."
As a result, the knight remains lying down. Zombies also go into dormancy due to lack of magic.
……
While sitting in the cavalry of the knight, the former prince was to continue to wander.