I’m the White Pig Nobleman, but With the Memories of My Previous Life, I’ll Raise My Little Brother

Playkun's intuition is that Genzo-san, who looks at his status a little bit, says that there is a sign that he is about to turn into a different skill after going beyond the advanced level.

Since the player says "not good", something really bad will come out.

I'm pretty much lucky, but I want you to come off if you can... "

Looking at the ring with such a wish, three groups of knights and thinkers came in from the west, and from the east, three groups of clothes likely to be worn in the "Kung Fu (Kung Fu) Movie" of the previous life came in the trousers on the red collar long coat depicting the three-necked dragon, a symbol of the Fire God Order.

One of them is so muscular that even from the top of his clothes he can understand. Two of them are not, but one of them is a person with green hair just like Mr. Wei Long. The rest of them seem very fragile, but in their hands, they are holding the whip and more importantly, the thing they are carrying is moving.

"Young master, that's..."

Maybe you're a monster.

"That's not all, those three...."

Playkun turns away as if he doesn't want to say it.

Sensei Romanov nodded with a very steep face.

Feng Butterfly-kun was right.

Seems so.

Clenched his hand. Damn it, guys.

I throw my gaze in anger at the nearby seat on the east side. Then we could find the priest of the Fire God sect with the name Sangoku and the one with the robe on his head.

You noticed me staring, Regulus-kun pulled his sleeve.

”Nnnnnh, what's wrong?”

"Umm, nothing." What do you think, Mr. Regulus? "

”Ngh... the red calves are much stronger”

I see. Then who's going to win?

"Yeah. Those guys."

Although he nodded tinyly, Regulus-kun looked somewhat sad. She must be feeling something, too.

When I looked at the link, I saw that the bronze ribbon at the start of the match was beaten. With a loud noise, the person with the whip quietly lowered the bag that was carrying it and opened its mouth.

Huh?

I frowned at the discomfort of stroking my skin.

To be honest, compared to the one with the green hair and the one with the muscular bones, the monster user didn't feel threatened enough just to be there. However, as soon as I opened the mouth of the bag I had, I felt that it was not very good.

Looking at the bag's mouth, it spread vertically as long as the back length of the monster user, and the face of the lion appeared from the inside.

However, the lion and its visible torso have bat feathers, and everyone keeps an eye on the snake anomaly on its tail, and the arena is quiet.

"Kimaira..."

I heard someone muttering.

From nowhere, screams sprang up, and it spread like a tsunami across the arena.

"Young Master, what do you think?"

Before I could answer Play-kun's question, Regulus-kun shook his head to the side.

"Old Master Silano and Old Master Wai-lung are stronger than Kimaira, so it's okay."

I see. Then it's the three of us.

"Yeah, but those three are the problem, right?"

On the ring, the knight was flirting with the flames of Kimaira, and he couldn't fight well. The other two are just watching the Kimaira battle with the Knights without moving a bit. Without a blink of an eye, the audience forgets to sip their screams and breaths.

Feng Butterfly-kun, what's the plan?

“Now, they've created the conditions to be able to judge themselves as absolute evil.”

I see.

"But there's just one element of anxiety."

"... you're the Dragon King, aren't you?"

As information, he also knows that the sleeping mausoleum of successive patriarchs fell into the hands of the innovators. But it's very different from what you know and what you actually see.

And most importantly, they saw who was on Kikunoi's team first. And if you give me a choice of people to fight with Link, I'm sure you've been up to something.

When I put my hand on the damaged temple, I suddenly felt my gaze from below. Following the signs, I noticed that the green-haired man who hadn't made a slight movement was looking at me.

... are you looking?

When I blinked again because I thought it was my imagination, the green-haired person was still looking at it.

Earthy, lifeless skin, cloudy, underworld atmosphere, void eyes. I feel the wrinkles between my eyebrows deepening as if I were not a person in this world.

Kimaira followed one of the knights and raised her claws. However, it was evaded by the fast-moving knight and swayed down to the green-haired man who was in the dark.

As soon as I heard the crunching sound, the arm of the green-haired person fell.

The audience screamed, but strangely, the person didn't even moan. On the contrary, not a single drop of blood flows.

"... dominated by necromancy, right?"

"Isn't it true that you're with Kaoru San-gui?" It's not necessarily a necromancer who actually fights. "

The green-haired man kicked one of the knights in the face and slammed out the link. When the musculoskeletal man struck the knight's chest with a straight fist and stunned him, Kimaira broke the knight's arm.

In a one-way game, the arena is enveloped in fury and rage. However, I solemnly followed the link as if it had not reached the three of them.

We also stood in the audience seat in the middle of the hustle and bustle, and went to the auditorium in the arena.

After all, Berjulak and Wai Lung's second songs were accompanied by Lara-san.

"Is that green hair...?"

When she told him what she was looking at, Ms. Berjulak felt confused and Ms. Wai-lung shook just as she thought.

But after I took a deep breath and slapped my cheeks with both hands, I already had strong eyes.

"He is the one who hits a certain master." When I thought about it, the cult went crazy after he was taken away. Don't be afraid to use it for those off the main road. If I don't return you to a restful slumber with this hand...! "Others, perhaps those who slept in the mausoleum, will use this hand!"

Grasping her hand with the red armor, Ms. Wai-long was enthused. But I shook my head at it.

There seemed to be something Berjulak felt as well, and he put his soft hand on Wai-lung's shoulder. In his hand, Mr. Venerable Dragon stared lightly at him.

"I'm sure they're angry, but I'm sure they have a sense of remembrance for the dead." Don't worry, I'll help you. "

“That's right, we're in a party, so don't carry it alone. Besides, as I heard, you and Berjulak are the only ones who can do anything."

Seems tough, but physically winning over the dead isn't that easy.

That said, sorcery probably won't work. Necromancer magic covers the body of the dead like a membrane, and it becomes a defensive wall against sorcery.

That doesn't mean we can't win.

We have all the Rex Somnium equipment we need to handle this.

“It seems that the ancient evil cult was made homeland of Rex Somnium by a meteor shower. Let's go with that reproduction."

Raise your lips tightly, and you and Berjulak will kneel to me.

"I will make all the measures to win." That's why you have to defeat everything that stands in your way. "

Will!!

Screaming high, the two get up quickly. And in order to win the next match, he left the dressing room with a sharp expression.

Well, I'll have to do the final check.

When I asked Lara-san to come after me, Regulus-kun and Play-kun were sent home by Romanov-sensei.