Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

[56th day]

The date has changed.

In another world, the standard is that the day after dawn is the next day. My personal records are progressing at modern intervals and times.

Darkness was filling the meadow.

Follow the information displayed on the glasses while taking the wind.

Various numbers fluctuate. It looks like you are watching the life activity of a star.

I wrote "Looking at you, coward" on Luxgar's letter, and sent it to Warner in arrow.

Yabun also wrote the approximate time and place. In other words, it is a fulfillment.

Will it come?

It's uneasy.

I was heading without any hesitation.

The opponent is a hero. Crush from the front, such as small fish that have a little weakness. I have that ability. I've probably done that on a daily basis. There is no hesitation in the course. At the same time, this man has the power to easily rub off light murders.

One question is Luxgar.

It has taken no action other than a letter. At first he was going to defeat him, but he still went alone.

Just negligence? Or are there any ideas you do not know?

If you don't get an answer, cut it off.

Warner Carbeso.

She is loyal to her desires and sweet and harsh to herself. The result of the skill of the sword has been shown without fail. The moment I saw my father, I felt a threat. I was killed by myself.

But what?

This sword has no pride like Schna and Irvin, the beasts of St. Perrier, Lutet, and his father. There is no self-esteem. I don't see any commitment to fight everything with this trick.

It's like borrowing from someone else.

Whether the method of assassinating Lutet's colleagues has something to do with this or not.

Lack of information.

However, you cannot wait for the thorough action.

This guy has a blade that my colleagues cannot see. I'm giving evidence that shakes his position.

There is a knife point at the throat.

It is the same for me and the enemy that I want to end it quickly.

It was clear from the voyeur document that they were being rushed to monitor Neomia. Before the dangerous mission, the worries of the retrospective should disappear.

As planned, Varner stands near the abandoned dungeon. That's where we got off.

I'm on alert without a chance.

Now this guy will slash whatever he gets into sight.

"Isola, please"

"Roger that. Drone data integration, visualize routes "

Isola receives and integrates data from the six high altitude observation drones that have been deployed. Visualize the route and show it on my glasses.

I turned the arrow.

An arrow is too foreign to be described.

3 meter long mechanical arrow. Earlier, the size of the javelin. Eight of these are stabbed around me. One is a place to release now.

Squeeze the Laucan bow to build up the tension.

The displayed route is not stable. Undulating like a snake.

"Root, sharpen. Count, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 '

The way of the arrow was displayed.

There, she shoots an arrow that collects all her strength.

The machine arrow was swallowed by the darkness of the sky and disappeared.

"Start guidance"

"Roger that"

The camera image of the machine arrow appears on the glasses.

Like swimming in high winds. Two moons looked up close.

The mechanical arrow has a mechanism. Guidance device made with simple propellers and drone spare parts. Isola controls it and guides it to the destination.

The air journey on the wind is over.

Fall begins.

Varner targeted by the camera appeared small.

"Please trigger"

"Roger that"

Put your finger on a device that mimics a gun trigger. Artificial intelligence does not harm people directly. Aid is its limit. So, I keep the last resort.

The image approaches Warner.

I could see the facial expressions firmly.

"now"

Pull the trigger.

The mechanical arrow separates and releases a slightly smaller metal arrow from inside. It pierced Warner's right knee.

An observation drone picks up a scream.

The released machine arrow falls near and rolls.

Warner wielded a sword. No matter how dark you cut it, it's just humorous.

An ultra-long range sniper with a bow from 5km ahead.

I have no intention of connecting with this guy. I will not let you out at all. I will shoot out from a distance until it stops moving.

If you're sneaky, laugh and return.

That's right.

"Next"

"Roger that. Route sharpening "

Innocent. Release an arrow.

Induction.

Signal.

trigger.

The left knee also pierces.

Warner screams to pull out the arrow. it's useless. The arrow has a five-fold “return”. Makina's polite job is to stab meat, dig into bones, and try to pull it out of hell.

Unless you cut off your feet and grow raw. I can't walk on my own foot again.

He looked down on small fish and looked at his wisdom. At that point you were losing.

Fighting head on is not a human battle.

"Next"

"Route sharpening"

Next, they take away the freedom of arms and limbs.

There is no way to return this art to Warner.

Stare at the camera image. Keep the trigger on your finger. The third time, the arrow approaches Varner. Reflect that expression.

The mouth moves.

Agathion

I heard that.

The camera image of the arrow stops.

"Natsu"

"I was intercepted"

"Show the video of the observation drone!"

The horror runs.

Dominance fluctuates in an instant.

The video that shows Varner from a bird's-eye view from an altitude

"The observation drone was destroyed."

It was immediately discontinued.

"Approach warning, flying object. The speed is estimated to be 720 / h, which is super fast. ”

joke.

"The biggest sensor. Don't miss the bugs."

"Roger that. Sensor maximum

A tiny spark could be seen far away from sight. Another observation drone has been destroyed.

What is this guy?

"capture. Image, caught

What was reflected in the glasses was a sword. It is a Warner sword that his father accepted.

This or

Did this kill a friend of Lutet?

A flying sword or a fantasy.

Sparks float in the sky. Drones in the sky are being destroyed one after another.

"It is no longer possible to sharpen the route. Approaching, coming. Avoid it "

Dull sound breaking the wind.

Immediately, it crouches like an unnatural frog.

In an instant, all the piercing mechanical arrows were destroyed.

Now I have no eyes or means of attack.

"Flying objects, targeting. Intercept "

"The Power of Heroes"

Burns a small amount of magic and shoots arrows with the power of Lumidia The arrow is a deep skeleton.

Orbit the sword close to 2 meters.

The arrow of the deep emperor fell so far that it could not be picked up.

That mass cannot be played with a normal arrow. Rumedia's power is running out of fuel. My magical power is like scum. The miracle that can be created is about one arrow.

In the first place, the power of Rumidia comes true when it protects its own blood. I can't help you in such a private fight.

Turning sharply, the sword approaches.

From the darkness, like a deep-sea shark.

Next hand,

Next move.

Oh, jam.

`` Soya member ''

Isola left my waist without permission. Light up the dart glitter and play a flashy sound effect.

"Remember the conversation with Zenobia-sama. There is only one hand

Izora's mini pot was stabbed halfway by a sword and shattered.

Thought was filled with sorrow and despair.

The sword also swivels greatly.

I have no way to prevent it.

The situation where the running light is flowing,

As Izora advised,

Remember the conversation with Zenobia.

For some reason, it came to my head, as if I was waiting.

"La Wales Duin Gargantua"

It is the name of the king of beast hunting.

The next thing he says is the king of beasts.

La Gzuri Duin Oroos Oulu.

"We, old, hate the origins of blood forever"

The words I spoke were rewritten by Babel, and were spoken meaningfully.

The trigger is to read a series of false names.

Both the sound and the color disappear, the sensation sharpens and the time stops.

It was the name of a true beast-hunting king.

But his name was cursed by the resentment of the remaining descendants.

Children born as heroes in the human world are taught a glorious history, train themselves to do so, fight, fight, and know desperately now.

There is a stupid beast that hates its own blood. The old beastman is destroyed, the remaining beastman is oppressed, and it grows up as a matter of course, alive and prosperous, and at the end I know I am a lower beast.

Would curse.

All the beginning.

That wish gave birth to a demon. A curse that is strangely equivalent to blood. No, maybe the curse of blood sickness has invaded the name.

Zenobia's story was not a lie. Certainly something more terrifying than listening. Hurtful voices of hundreds of years descendants flow into the brain.

Left eye and ear collapsed.

A curse of death that crushes the flesh of the toucher and breaks the gut.

But

Caught on it, the beast in me wakes up.

A beast that likes evil spirits. The favorite of the favorite, such as the enraged human grudge. A monster of the bad moon, eating and poisoning poison created by humans.

Time has begun to flow.

Collapsed eyes and ears regenerate with heat. The regeneration point hanging from the neck is boiling.

Laucan's power is full. He held his bow and played the approaching sword. Sparks and metal sounds trail.

The sound of the wind is noisy. All sensations increase to the limit.

Right arm wriggles. Feel like a snake crawling under the skin.

I saw a sword that turned and gained momentum.

We catch it approaching the face with bare hands. The five fingers had terrible claws. The blade split the skin and flesh, but regenerated and stopped before reaching the bone.

A magic sword counts as a bow.

Hold the resisting movement with the force that springs up and draw the bow. Pain runs throughout the body. Chew bare teeth and endure. Laucan's bow, sucking the overflowing curse, changed shape.

Big, big, longer and thicker than my body. Bends and builds up abnormal tension.

I caught the invisible Walner. You can even hear breathing.

"I'll return you"

Release the sword.

The air exploded, destroying the sound barrier. The body retreats to that momentum.

Laucan's bow broke.

The loose strings hit the meadow.

However, the sword approaches the owner. More than twice as fast as when I approached me.

It becomes the sword's gaze as if part of the sense has been transferred.

The sword approached Warner. Like a beast. Involving another will strikes the hero's heart.

"U"

I vomited blood.

For a moment, my consciousness flew.

Regeneration cannot keep up with the destruction of the curse. The containers are still boiling, but this is not always the case. Laucan's bow is broken. Maybe even this contract could break.

Right there. Run.

Only 5 .

"Ah"

collapsed.

A sticky bloody book falls into sight. Raise your nails on the ground and crawl. Even a little, no, I always get there. My work is not over yet. This alone has not achieved anything yet.

It's all about rest.

If you die anyway, rest as much as you can.

Advance.

Proceed even if you die.

A dark, stagnant world. The end of the darkness, there was someone. Instinctively realizes that she is a woman I noticed, but proceed without worrying. My legs do not move. My left arm has stopped moving. The right arm still moves. Enough.

Drag a heavy, hot body with one arm.

"Fool"

I heard a voice.

Even though I can't even hear the sound of the wind, I hear her voice often.

She was approaching without knowing it.

Who?

Lana?

No way.

But don't get in the way. This is only a fraction of a fool. If you can't pass this, I'm like a pig.

"Soya"

"Miss, Lanika?"

Oh, what? God?

The obstacle is interrupted by a soft obstacle.

I can hold my head.

You will be surrounded by a sense of security that will invite you to die.

"It was a bit late, but it was a fine breach of the evil crown. You were notorious, resentful, jealous, and very comfortably reached this mischievous Mislanica. It gives you the grace of a concubine. And sorrowful and sorrowful. She's a concubine without a fool. "

Right arm stuck.

Breathing also stops.

This curse is so deep and bottomless that even Laucan cannot eat it. Like the bottom of the ocean. It's just the end.

"Mislanica of the dark fire will ask again. Thou shalt not honor the sword, not prosper in its blood, nor rest in his soul. Yet he will still go on his way. I fall lonely. Soya, my only beloved believer. Are you willing to overcome and fight even if you die? If nothing is possible, swear to your concubine with its name …………….

can not say anything.

Various bodies are dead.

I'm sorry, I'm about this. This is the end. Despite all that, the end of the curse of death was an idiot. I'm stupid.

But that's right.

About the last minute. Manly.

About a word.

The heart was moved only by that spirit.

“……… Gi …………… Yes, I swear. I swear to Mislanica.”

"The concubine allows you. Only the concubine allows everything. So the concubine will catch even a drop of his blood and bones, resentment and curse."

The goddess sucks my lips dirty with bloody vomiting.

The dying heart slowly pulses.

Weak, but my power returns.

"Now stand up to do what you need to do, get what you gain, and steal what you rob, O my faithful, and call on my name, and take advantage of my miracles, grace, to gain power."

Clenched his fist.

See my God in a clear view.

"Was good"

"What is it?"

"It was really beautiful"

I can cry.

She was a long-haired, dark and lustrous beauties. White skin that appears dark in thin limbs. Image like a Japanese vampire. Black dress with big back, bare feet.

The breasts weren't as big as they seemed, but they were so scary. Most men would be captivated by her and give everything. The magical nature, which is the exact opposite of the divinity, was in her eyes.

The face becomes hot if you imagine that the thin lips were just touching them.

"I'm an irreverent believer"

"I'm sorry, I only saw the cat."

She rubs her cheeks like a cat.

God's beauty doesn't change even when wet with blood.

"It would be nice to sleep with your concubine as a" stone ", but it will come later. Go."

"to go"

I leave God's hand and I stand up.

move on. I will not look back.

Mislanika is watching over me. I knew it without checking.

My body is painful, but I can walk.

Proceed.

Now, just go.

Move right and left foot alternately. If you can't move alternately because of pain, rub one foot. Step by step, little by little, but certainly approach the enemy.

“So ………………………”

Communication mixed with noise enters.

"Isola?"

“………………………………”

I lost communication, but received mail.

One message and one spell were written.

(This is the word I put together by integrating the information of this world. Please help. This is the last thing I can do.)

Finally, I was caught by the word

Isola should be able to transfer his personality to another pot even if the mini pot is destroyed.

But now I don't have time to ask questions.

"Isola, let me use it."

I don't know what power will come out of these words.

But what is it? Isn't it always a game that came out?

I dragged one leg, slowly and surely, crawling at a speed that made me reach the hero.

"Yoo"

Call out with the ease of meeting a bad friend for ten years.

The curse of these guys gives me a little feeling of familiarity.

"Fucking"

The hero penetrates both knees with arrows and one lung with his own sword, but still vomits clearly with consciousness.

Perhaps because of the same blood flowing somewhere, I felt a similar resemblance to Irvine on Warner's face.

"But it's good. You win. Take this head and take on St. Liridias and Elysium. You will regret having taken the hero up to the very moment, mourn, and die for death. "

Light words.

I feel comfortable, probably because I touched it for hundreds of years.

Let's solve this misunderstanding.

"I won't kill you"

"what?"

With a question mark, the hero vomited blood.

You will not have much toughness anymore.

"I came to hunt the beast tonight"

long,

long,

Silence has returned.

"Ha ... haha"

The hero is desperate with a pale face with a faint blood.

Heroes do not kill.

Kill the terrible beast that attacks Lemuria.

"My God, Lyridius"

Warner reaches out to heaven.

"According to your doctrine, you have overcome all your hardships. To protect your precious blood, to swallow any evil deeds, and to put even your baby ...? Is this the last of that hero? I won't admit, I wo n’t admit! Who admits! "

Coughs violently and bleeds.

The hero was weeping sadly.

"God, my God, answer me, what did you say wrong? I kept your teachings, flourished the nation, hunted the beasts, lived as they were. Sin. Why is there such a beast in our blood? "

unsightly.

Extremely unpleasant.

"Save me, my God"

Idiot.

You are still saved by Liridias.

God is not almighty. There is a limit to what you can do. Why can't he understand the dedication to desperately holding down the beast until the soul disappears at the edge of death?

Lillidias tried to cure them. That's it, that's it. There was no desire to prosper. At worst, he tried to cure the beast, even if he died. However, her wish was not fulfilled.

The doctrine was bent and harnessed, but still challenging, Lyridius suppressed the beast.

The treatment has not come true. Desperately suppressed the beast.

And

"... I'll curse you first, the Gentiles of your body, then your companions, the king of Lemuria, the people, the adventurer, the pope, the black elf, the fools of Elysium, the knights, the dilbad, the world It's all cursed! It's as dirty and decaying as you are, and you're the last ...

All that remains is a curse.

However, the genuine desire to help created a nation with poisoned internal organs. Their offspring now spit out poison and beasts from their bellies, engulfing various people and dying.

How would you feel if you could show such a person endlessly? God's struggle is incalculable to me.

Warner's consciousness is interrupted.

I came to the end with a broken laughing face.

Quietness and the sound of the wind for a while.

A demon is awakened in the body.

In response, my heart pulsed like a bell. The regeneration point springs up.

I'm convinced. I have already heard Laucan's curse. You can't escape. A curse that cannot be cursed even by Misrunica. A curse that forms a curse and eats it. No, is this a curse? Well, I don't know. I don't know the plot of God.

It is trivial for a person.

"Irvine"

Please help me.

Wish.

Pull his sword.

A heavy sword. It is hard to hold with both hands with normal strength.

Warner's body pops and scatters blood.

First, the bones mustache and protrude from the meat and extend. Meat grows to support the protruding bones. The face melted, eyeballs and teeth dropped out, and new organs were created.

Big, jumbled, and ugly.

"Well, Irvin. Your friend St-Pierrier was a big guy. In a dark dungeon, one faced despair, but still held back his magic. Worthy of commendation. This, the patheticity of this man. A shameless beast. "

Even a roar is ugly, a voice resembling a pig's death echoes on the moonlit night.

The voice of the covenant with God doesn't work for me.

When I checked out the image later, I didn't find my replay point was empty.

There is also the power of Laucan.

But it's more like Mislanica.

She just sucked the curse of death inside me and neutralized it. What ironic is that the god of wrongdoing can extinguish and forgive the curse of a man?

Therefore, the beast expressed a feeling of pity rather than fear.

Warner Carbezo is a non-beast, probably similar to the old beastman they destroyed.

The size is 6 meters long. Is it about 4 meters wide? The belly is fat and wrapped around the lower body. The arms are short and have a remnant before birth. Instead, about five feet covered with animal hair grew from the upper body.

The armor is broken, and the swords and arrows are drunk by chunks of meat.

The face does not leave a person's image. Half are like cows and the other half are like deer.

That is not all.

Maybe this is a mix of all the beasts who killed? Raptor claws and horse legs, deer horns with snake eyes and six tails are all different creatures. Large mouths also emerge from gaps throughout the body. Everything is sharp and creeps.

The wings also grew. Wings larger than the body. I was relieved only by the skeleton and would not be able to fly at all.

One of the distinctive features is the beast that grew on the shoulder and whose origin is unknown. It is very similar to the beast depicted on the silver coin.

Oh, ugly and pathetic.

No more hatred.

Hold the sword with both hands. Nari alone seems to be a knight like him.

Plays the words of Isola.

"My God, Mislanica on the dark fire.

I am the one who eats the curse of man and uses it for food.

You are the only believer.

La Wales Duin Gargantua. We hate the origins of the old blood forever.

With a resounding sound and a cursed voice, I call a beast.

Goddess of bad months,

Raucan,

The power to this body. My God, cleanse the evil and forgive sins.

I harbor the beasts as human beings.

Hunt beasts as humans.

There is no dawn, no dreams. Someday, it will run dry as the blood of disaster. But now come the night of the hunters. ''

Cracks run in the container at the regeneration point. Boiling liquid leaked up steam. My bare canines are the same as those of the beast.

The power to respond to evil is not enough. The beast in me instinctively says so. That alone cannot beat this guy.

Laucan's power turns the dark energy of curse into power.

If you have a curse, you can use it infinitely.

However, if it exceeds the amount that can be absorbed, the devour will destroy me. Just as before.

So, let the curse spilled out by Mislanica's grace disappear. In addition, the amount of laucan absorbed is raised with prayer and words.

This is,

"Isola Romea Wild Hunt"

Magic created by artificial intelligence.

Her wisdom who loved people.

Like the magic of Lana, Brikunir, the power of another world can be much more effective when you increase the number of steps and steps.

There is no pain.

The sharpened feeling spreads out. A swing of the sword caused a breeze, and I gained the power to kill even a hero easily.

Come on, Irvin.

Let's beat this.

This is your fame.

Irvin Foz Gassim, the last battle.

Because you did? There's nothing we can't do.

I couldn't respond.

So now, respond with this sword.

That's it.

There is nothing impossible for us.