Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

[02]

Not long ago, a beast appeared in Ashtaria.

It is a huge beast wearing a flame.

The fire burns the city, burns out the people and houses, and turns the castle of a small kingdom into ashes.

In the bet, Ashtarian soldiers beat the beast.

His Majesty's subordinate. Not average. I heard that even one soldier had the skills of an advanced adventurer class.

Still, that life was turned into ashes.

The beast again appears again today.

Next is to protect Ashtalia.

A country that is devastated by beasts is protected by beasts. No words for it anymore.

Before the 40,000 troops, a beast appeared.

A chalky beast that flourishes in the dark. Beautiful long hair, born from snow, walking 10 meters in size. Sharp and thick nails. The beast head is the wolf itself. The long tail produces wind every time it shakes.

The howling of the beast sounded at night.

A scream that people instinctively fear.

Similar to the ugly beast we saw before, barking in a round moon. I don't know if you have a special hatred in the glow of the night or if you're a beast.

The beast kicks off human forces.

The claws split the soldiers like a piece of paper. The big mouth bites ten soldiers with a single bite. Those who died first could not understand what had happened.

Riding on the confusion, I lit the fire. Just as the enemies look at the beast, around the army, around the beast.

The soldiers who were alert to the night raid ring the bell and urge all members to be alert.

The sound of the bells, the screams of soldiers, and the flames, combined with the screams of the beast, spur hell.

But it doesn't crumble more than I thought. Correction and control moves fast.

There are those who abandon their lives and stop.

There is a general who takes advantage of that time and leads the army.

Even one soldier is moving independently without waiting for the above decision.

These guys are used to fighting. As expected, it is the army of four strong.

Have you ever experienced fighting a beast? The black elf's biggest enemy is Elysium. possible.

Sabotage other than arson will be useless. It's a matter of finding it poorly and defile Ashtalia's name. I am a ministry tomorrow morning until His Majesty arrives. I have to work with honor and pride. Like Zamongrass.

It was a good end.

Be clean.

Without words.

There is no way to whine like Warner.

After all, it was such a thing, such as life, and he was self-educated.

I was witnessing the death of my teacher.

Did it make any sense? ……… No, it's me who gives meaning.

Yes, it makes sense. On this hunting night, following the death of Irvin.

The beast proceeds, ignoring the military's quick resistance.

Despite this brave army, he has never been an opponent. Murder.

Scary when imagine.

How many Elysiums have such a human being? This is only one animal. If countless beasts are released to the world with a certain beat, civilization will be destroyed.

"Hold armor!"

"Don't, King Dugan!

“Nanwa!

"I'm sorry for the night"

I appeared before Dugan, who was struggling with confidancy.

The king and his subordinates were just surprised before they set up their weapons, because of their steep entry and, until the moment, no form of appearance.

A solid team. In order to protect the king, there are 10 female soldiers who keep their sleeping places. There were 50 strong guards and 300 guards. Even before such an enemy, it is an immovable defense without any confusion.

It came through easily.

You will be surprised.

In fact, it is a defense that no insects can pass through. But here is a monster that has been deceiving adventurers for 500 years. There is a mantle made with the outer skin.

Lola's cloak.

Equipment processed by the union leader. If you pass through magic, you can completely disappear like Lola. However, a place where I can usually disappear and five seconds is good.

And if an immortal beast is nearby, it can disappear almost permanently. Now I am overflowing with infinite magical powers under the protection of Mislanika.

"You missed it, but you're under Dyneslev. You gave me too much apple."

"Yes"

"That monster is a beast of Elysium.

"No way"

I'll laugh as if eating a person.

I keep saying.

"That was a piece of the beast that burned Ashtalia. It may have been revived by the blood of the battlefield. It is a huge beast that could not be killed by the four generals of our country. How do you fight now?"

"Of course, just as our ancestors did, we got over the brethren's corpses, dropped our heads, and dug down the heart. That's it."

"Ahahahahahahaha! Don't do it. It's a stupid way of fighting. Isn't Robbs that much after all?"

I laugh out loud, and grab the ax that was dropped from the side with my bare hands.

He crushed the steel blade with five fingers.

It was the king's son who dropped the ax.

"Now, your eyes! Are you a beast of Elysium?"

Durandal gets a misunderstanding.

"I'm an Ashtarian wolf. I'll show you a real hunt on behalf of the foolish ones. Retreat now and if you don't, you'll sink in the curse of death before fighting. I only do it once. "

"In the hunt, we'll show you the neck of the beast and your neck!"

A young Robbs attacks the broken ax and attacks him.

No one stopped, so he beat his jaw and stunned him. Other people hold weapons all at once. 350 weapons illuminated by the fire showed a dull glow.

"I'm sorry!"

Dugan's too loud voice shook weapons and people. My ears also beep.

"The stupid son came to the blade without thinking. If he couldn't see the difference in his ability even once, he would practice training."

"So what to do"

I don't care.

The one who warned me was my name.

All that's needed is to survive and spread the name of Ashtalia. The story of a stupid king who ignored warnings is all over the place.

The purpose has already been fulfilled.

"I won't retreat. This is my friend's flower path. I will tear my army down and fall to the end, and Dainsleif will be legendary. I will crush the beast that appeared the night before."

"On the left"

Then sigh and die with the curse of death.

When I put on my hood, my figure disappears. They are not strong men.

Trying to disappear

"Wait to wait"

Stopped by a woman's voice.

I just disappeared, but the woman really appeared in a shrine.

A second intruder shakes Robb's army.

"It's still early! I'm early!"

The woman takes the king's voice cool.

"But if you don't stop, you die innocently. The concubine doesn't want it."

The hood was dropped by a brown elf.

It is smaller and more delicate than Lana. He had long black hair that could be painted in the dark. Under the cape, he wears large field uniforms and boots to repair.

"you're kidding"

At last, a voice came out.

What surprised me was her face.

It is a beautiful form that invites fear, and her eyes have magic. A devoted beauty and my god,

"Mislanica, what?"

And two melons. They are as similar as twins.

"Who is the one to forget. Is it ironic?"

"No, no!"

I felt relaxed for a moment.

No, what is this guy? Come here, by accident it's too much.

"My Majesty, who are they?"

"Nu, nu"

Dugan is sweating on his forehead as he asks his confidant.

Is this woman more troublesome than the approaching beast?

"Robbes, retreat temporarily. Leave it to him. See from a distance, you will find something interesting. You can destroy Astalia afterwards."

Dugan has a bitter look.

"... I don't know how to tell the whole army, get away from the beast, retreat to the barely visible distance, throw away any excess supplies, forbid to collect the dead, and shoulder those who are willing to live. Lend me, if not, make it easier. "

"Hah, your Majesty"

The confidants move faithfully.

"Well, is this okay?"

"Um, it's perfect. Robbs."

"Go ahead, think ahead."

Talk to the woman lightly and Dugan looks at me.

"Ashtalia's wolf. Let me show you my skills. In a battle that drops Dynesleif's name, I will rush into it and the beasts will all fall down."

"Relief"

That's not all.

The woman looks at me with a light laugh.

"Come on, go."

"Oh, let's go. Just behold, fight the glorious Ashtalia."

Put on the hood of the mantle and disappear from the king.

It proceeds in the opposite direction to the army that leaves quickly.

The white beast was rampaging.

It receives arrows and spears on its body, producing red spots on a white body. But all are far from fatal.

The only way to kill them is to hunt their necks and crush their hearts.

It's a ritualistic way, but it's a treatment that has been used by beast-hunting adventurers as a reliable means.

Slip through the waves of people and go to open places. The burning tent is a big bonfire. Human remains are scattered. Either 100 or 200, those who flee from a brave man and are killed from their backs. Those who are crushed and do not understand.

Various.

I stand and stand in front of the beast.

When the beast saw me, it stopped moving.

Hold a sword of Zamongrass.

A sword made thicker and thicker than ordinary long swords. Coated with silver, it is highly effective not only on beasts but also on blood-repellent beasts.

The sword carved the history of the battle of the old knight. Not a decade or two decades mark. It's half a century.

The near age of the humans in this world.

A sword that has endured it, has not broken, and has maintained its sharpness, is a famous sword, even if it has no inscription.

The gold eyes are reflected on the blade. Wolf eyes. Eyes of those who eat evil.

His last words come to mind.

"It was not my admiration or guilt that served my Majesty. It is counting. I thought he would kill me.

Long-lasting vengeance in my body. Finally, everything is bloodstained like the other knights. ...... Well, it can be used effectively. I'm lucky

"You say Irvin's" great end ". To be honest, I envy it. And I was happy. Say thanks. An idiot apprentice took care of it. I will give you the beast's neck as a wage. Hunt your honor and make it yours. Dedicate to your Majesty as Ashtalia's fame. But, however, this is not a lively beast. '

"I am prepared"

I'll use Isola.

"My God, Myslanika of the Dark Fire, who eats the curse of man and supplies him with power.

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,

A black cat with gold eyes,

In this body, the power of those who forget.

... My God, cleanse the evil and forgive sins!

I harbor the beast as it is!

Hunt beasts as humans!

There is no dawn! No dreams to wake up! Cut off the blood of the disaster here now! Then come again, hunter's night! "

Do you know or do not know, is it the guidance of fate? I was collecting her shards.

Misrunika, the forgotten one.

Because of this power, her truth is being understood.

Dark fire.

The shadow of prosperity.

Those who were abandoned.

Collect it now in this body.

The descendants of the king who drank the contraindications.

Knights of the prosperous St. Liridias.

The blood that flows to my heart is forgiven by the god of evil.

"Isola Romea Wild Hunt!"

The curse of death becomes a black mist and crawls on the snow.

But the curse is power. With the blessing of Mithranica, his emotions are purified and turned into a dim light resembling fireflies and a pure mass of power. This is the immortal power. A shadow that lasts forever as long as there is a human world.

Come on, my beast.

Eat this.

A crack runs through the container at the regeneration point. Red and blue steam overflowed.

Green light fills the snowy field. It is a fantastic sight. The opponent is also worthy of the fantasy world.

I bark at the same time as the white beast.

The screams overlap.

Look.

Look at me.

Look at the Ashtarian wolf.

"let's go"

Bare fangs and walk out. Slowly, valiantly, bravely like His Majesty's ministry.

A white beast swings a huge arm.

A blow with thick wind. If a human is hungry, they will leave their ankles and fly away.

The sword of Zamongrass wields his proof that he was a man. Play it big. Metal crows.

Proceed, do not hesitate, cut each other.

Claw and sword click. A sword fight between people. With a sound like hitting iron. The blood bleeds at the first minute and dyes the snow red.

I will not retreat.

The beast retreats.

Your body breaks with each blow.

Die for each blow.

Reborn with each blow.

Overcome and overtake death.

Repeat life and death, and beat the beast with power exceeding heroes.

In such a chance, a blow like a divine technique is given.

I slashed the beast's arm. Arms like giant trunks fall behind.

Also one step before, before.

The beast pulls out its claws with a piercing hand. The size of one finger is the same as my face. Neither weight nor power nor mass is human.

The claws were caught with bare hands.

The impact pierces the body, breaking bones and rupture of internal organs. A part of the body has turned into a liquid. It overflows from the mouth and eyes.

But he does not retreat.

Do not retreat.

Push back the giant beast.

The infinite regeneration point recovered the damage in an instant. More power. A power that is second to none. Something in me changes into a calorific value, which is a powerful force.

The body raises steam in the cold air of the snowy field.

Crush the clasped claws. With a sword blow, the beast's arm is split vertically.

The beast screamed high.

With the sword in your left hand, slash both legs of the beast with two swords. The feeling of cutting meat thickly and cutting bones.

"Agachion"

Combine the power of the wild hunt with the power of the magic sword and throw from a very short distance. The evil sword dug the beast's heart.

The beast kneels. Like a sinner holding his head.

I hold my sword on my shoulder and both hands.

I turned sideways so I could easily drop my head.

"Farewell"

The beast had gentle eyes like humans. Eyes with intelligence. Perhaps he has become a beast as he is. I may have taken extra care. So maybe it was easy to win.

But

Don't hesitate, drop it without hesitation.

It is only an imitation, but it imitates your Majesty's sword technique. There should have been no pain.

Blood overflows the snowfield and becomes a red river.

Remove the sachet from the pants pocket and sow the seeds. Dead red flower seed. Sucking a curse and blooming flowers similar to Ji. In this cold weather, I was wondering if the flowers would bloom, but I wasn't worried.

As soon as the seeds got into the beast, they took root, sprouted and grew. It's still small, but you can see the red flowers. Nourishing the curse that I exhaled and the body of this beast.

In less than half a day, here will be full of red flowers.

I was able to digest one worry. He did not pollute the land of Ashtaria.

After that,

He picked up the flying neck and raised it.

Neck larger than my body.

It is difficult to carry in a normal state, but now you can easily hold it with one hand.

"This is your clan, the beast of Elysium! This is the beast of Elysium! Kuba! Right now! Bring your weapon to your hand! ”

It's a good distance, but it seems to have been heard by Robbs' army.

A yell comes back to answer.

With the torch in hand, a wave of soldiers approached like a raging wave.

By killing the beast, Mislanika's protection has disappeared. The drifting curse of death is already being purified into flowers. In other words, the effect of Wild Hunt is a little later.

Soon I will return to just Gentiles.

Do you cast wild hunt again?

If there is a problem, it is unclear if this is a magic that can be used continuously.

If you do poorly, you will only die with the curse of death. Is it a magic that can be used when there is no bloody beast? The only way to be sure is to bet on life. The game that came out as usual.

He placed the neck of the white beast on the ground and prayed with one hand.

"Agachion"

After a short prayer, get a magic sword in blood.

Now, let's go to the production.

Despite being breached by beasts, there are still soldiers. 20,000? 30,000?

A large army was approaching from behind the white darkness. Only one is greeted.

"Ku, ku, hahaha"

That's it. This is it!

I wanted to do this.

Only one person can stand up without interruption. Fight and die at the end of the battle. Fight and fight, stepping into the battlefield and dying like garbage. Isn't it a boy's book? It cannot be tasted in places where people die due to the dry sound of the modern world. A battleground where blood flows. A battlefield where heroes run and heroes die.

I am here now.

What,

What a pride of shaking the body.

"Let's come!"

Strong soldiers hold an ax and shield.

No one is weak. Ikkitousen strongmen. A lineup that is too luxurious for coloring the end of garbage. I will not die for free. I'll stand with all my resistance.

Oh, but I have to leave 20,000 for His Majesty.

"My God Mislanica!"

The beast rings again.

One, two, three, four, ten, twenty, countless, hundreds of howling.

A howling wolf that feels sad.

It's not just his voice that stopped moving.

Between me and Robbs' army appeared a big, darker wolf than the white beast.

A size that would be mistaken for Koyama.

There is 20 meters from head to tail.

The army of people will be flattened lightly. Human power is not what it is. It's like a mythical beast.

In addition, a herd of wolves.

A herd of blacks close to a thousand. The flock of wolves is also large. It is much larger than people. It is an army of demons.

"We eat dirty blood. Children of fire, tonight is the time when the dead sleep in peace. Don't disturb the night

The chilling voice, and the Robbs' army, including me, were awakened by the madness of the battle.

Blood freezes too cold.

There is no right to life killing or robbing a person before this monster.

In front of the real God, everyone is equally useless.

"You should leave. People. Go away. If you don't go away, my kins

The wolves open their fangs all at once.

Gold eyes shoot people.

"Eat you guys!

Intimidation and roar.

The air trembles and the soul freezes.

The tough warriors run away. Robbs' army scatters. There is no intention to fight there.

The battle is over.

Behind me, the wolves were biting the flesh of a white beast.

The black monster approaches me and opens its mouth to eat the white beast's neck.

Prepared for death, interrupted with a sword. The cutting edge was shaking.

"This is where I mourn. My friend's teacher. My friend couldn't mourn. At least the teacher wants to mourn."

"so. Is it there? '

The demon returns the heel.

That giant body disappeared without wind or trace.

What remains is the desolated snowy field and darkness.

"float"

Sweat blew out.

Breath is disturbed.

At the same time, I was laughing. Is there such a thing in this world?

"Small, small. After all, human power is about this."

"Yes"

"But one day the skill of a man reaches even that one. I want to get it back. ''

"... From when did your Majesty?"

"It's always"

His Majesty was next to him. Good at killing signs. Anyone who can do anything.

"Such a fuss, you'll notice even if you put it in one mountain"

"I was sorry. I'm sorry."

"Where do we need to apologize?"

"No, somehow"

"No way to apologize"

"Yes"

"Come on."

Follows His Majesty returning to the castle. Carry the heavy beast's neck on the shoulder. Joints all over the body complained of pain but ignored it.

Follow your fast-moving Majesty with a staggering gait.

The wolf concentrated on eating without worrying about us at all. When you look at it, the remains of the white beast disappear.

Looking back at the snowfield, one battlefield,

I didn't feel any emotion about this and left.

I am not hot now.

The madness disappeared like a phantom, as if eaten by a demon.