Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

[04]

It was like a bomb.

When the black consciousness returned, I saw a cloudy sky with blood.

You can hear the sound of a dull fight.

I do not know the distance. Like far, near.

Consciousness reflects darkness and light. In the darkness there was peace and peace like death. On the contrary, the light has severe pain and suffering.

Vomites blood and breathes withstanding the burning throat pain.

The brain moved slightly.

I will do my best to keep my awareness of the situation and not let go of it.

The memory of a while ago revives.

The transfer trap made me and Evetta jump high in the sky. The height is such that ordinary people die instantly.

What did I misunderstand?

Protecting Evetta. She and her gained underlay.

The impact of the fall destroyed all bones and vital internal organs.

The point where it fell was a place similar to the neighborhood of my home accidentally. A hall near the outer wall in Lemuria.

Just the rolling point container at the rebirth point can be seen.

As expected, it is empty. Moreover, the damage remains even if all the reproduction points are consumed. Maybe he will die as it is.

No, are you killed earlier?

Around him, Evetta is fighting.

Visibly disadvantageous situation. I can't move freely because I keep my luggage behind.

The enemy is also cunning and will try to aim at me if there is a chance.

"Go!"

Even now, the crossbow aimed at me was stopped with bare hands and hurt. A thick bolt pierces her wrist, causing her to drop.

The party at the falling point was a humanoid Horns party. And there are more than four sets.

One party fights directly with Evetta.

Another party is blocking her movements, aiming at me.

The rest of the party is grinning and waiting for a laugh.

An insidious and absolutely competitive adventurer.

I made a mistake.

It's the worst arrogance that a lower-grade servant wants to protect her. I should have believed. I should have left it. But it makes no sense where I regret it.

Move.

Move and command your body.

At a minimum, you need to move to the point where you can kill yourself.

She alone can overcome this situation.

Then she saved everyone at the party--my hope disappeared.

Evetta who has lost the profit overlies me.

Stop it.

Without time to speak out.

Evetta was pierced by countless swords and spears.

The tip of the blade touches my cheek, penetrating my shoulders and belly. Her fresh blood spilled.

Exploding black emotions.

Move and move, trying to move the broken body. Give orders to the whole body. Still, one finger does not move.

"Guu ah"

Evetta was stabbed infrequently.

Horns was playing.

She removes tricks and key points and plays to avoid dying.

Some beasts devour prey. But it's only humans that hurt people while laughing. …………… No, just real monsters.

Wake up because I'll laugh if you're kidding.

ask.

I ’ll ask you,

No …………… No.

…………… Lend me.

Lend your strength.

It's a "curse" nesting in my body.

I've used it so far. Add one extra.

A beast, a werewolf, a vampire, whatever.

Give me power!

"Listen, Sawyer."

The face with the death phase approaches.

"No matter what you live, live, live, survive, and accomplish it. It's mine."

A blade is applied to her neck. Don't tear your throat in a breath. I will cut it slowly and drown in my own blood.

I understand Horns.

He read that Hornes' malice was picking up.

They are not wise or cunning. It's a monster with only human viciousness, evil, evil, and arrogance.

I was relieved.

You can kill any kind of enemy.

It was late,

It was in time.

Explode the accumulated emotions.

I could move faster than anyone on the spot. The more you leave all your perception.

The sound of the crushing flesh and the gaze following the disappeared companion are after the thing is done.

A man with a blade in her throat pinned to the wall.

With the current speed and power, the sword sheath can penetrate the throat and the wall. The man spits a lot of blood. He has crushed his spine, drowned in blood, and still suffering from death.

She leaves the sheath as it is, slowly pulls out the sword, and sets it up in the upper row.

Be as prominent as possible, grab your attention, and pay attention to her for a moment.

I saw a red light. The container at the regeneration point is shining red.

I don't know which curse responded. I did not know. If you can kill them all, you can suck your soul out of the devil.

The full regeneration point had begun to repair the body. Not yet. That is why I am the strongest now.

Yes, the beast is real after it's taken care of.

"Come on!"

come.

He cut off the Horns swordsman with his shield. With the blade that returns, it cuts again from the crotch to the brain. When I lowered it to three pieces, three avant-garde slashed at the same time.

Don't lick

Shake the sword to Yokogi. The damaged steel was cut like thin ice.

Apparently, Horns does not have the concept of respect, attachment, or maintenance for tools. They are all about to be broken, and there are few decent conditions.

First aim at the weapon.

Their regenerative abilities cannot be underestimated, but the benefits are not keeping up with their physical performance. Even if you have the same extraordinary strength as Evetta-san, if your opponent is bare hand, I am overwhelmingly advantageous.

When,

That's where I was calm.

In the corner of sight, he caught Evetta with a spear pierced.

Reason flew again.

Dedicate violent emotions to sword skills. Entangled in the blade storm, chopped five bodies apart. Blood and rain mixed with limbs, neck and offal.

The sixth body pierced with a sign of strong murder. Turn the handle and squeeze the heart like a rag. Female Horns spits out blood from her mouth like a fountain.

As he returned, he sensed the flow of air.

Let go of the sword that won't come off. Nature and body jump backwards.

Five new Horns have dropped. Pierce the Horns with the sword with a poor spear.

I have no time to pick up a sword. But there's still gain on the back.

Smash the approaching spear with the sword of Zamon Glass.

This sturdy and thick sword is by no means blunt. Boasts above average cutting power. However, dealing with this with my sword technique now is horribly dull.

That worked.

Destruction like blunt.

Crush the heavy Horns armor and crush the helmet to Peshanko. Shields, spears, swords, limbs, and everything they touched were roughly crushed, folded, and destroyed.

If the sword has a soul, the sword is responding to my wild soul right now.

Horns with their limbs crushed like an octopus scream. Even though Evetta didn't raise one of the screams ......... this, this, Mitashita!

The key point has been removed.

But it is surely insidious and devoted to incapacitation, destroying weapons, limbs, eyes and offal.

My appearance is that of a beast, but I learn in a battle like a human.

Cells that have been killed take time to regenerate.

So crush, crush, crush. Zamongrass' sword destroys the Horns like a club.

The fifth crotch is crushed by the belly of the sword, and the handle is used to cut the brain. Horns singing on the floor with screams.

"My god, Bratvaster in afterglow.

Spells of magic in remote places.

The horned monster praying to God is a funny story.

"Agachion!"

Shouting higher than prayer and throwing a magic sword. The sharp sheath penetrates the wizard's horns.

Removed.

It is the belly that pierced. Throat and lungs intact.

"Capture stupid things with the help of shadows."

Countless black hands approach from your feet.

Let go of the Zamongrass sword, this is not enough. You cannot intercept unless you have a higher mass. Just at the feet, Evetta's profit.

"T"

Step on the mallet and grab the handle.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooh!"

A supergravity product. It cannot swing like a sword. With his whole body, with all his spirits, he rubbed the floor, smashing the suffering and writhing Horns' body, and shook Mace.

A big blood wind occurs at a stroke. All involved black hands and Horns have been erased.

"Blade! Gouge!"

The pierced agathion causes the blade to protrude and rotate to gouge the wizard's body. An attack that separates the upper and lower body.

Crossbow bolts fly.

There is no way to avoid or receive Mace with both hands,

"Wow!"

Crushed with teeth and crushed.

Horns with a crossbow makes a stupid look.

Re-hold Mace. This weight can hurt your body just by carrying it. Without restoration of the regeneration point, severe damage remains when used alone. That's why it's something you can handle right now.

A broken body revives strongly from the moment of its destruction and goes beyond humans.

I turned the rope pull mace. Grind the horns rolling on the floor and kill them carefully.

When wiped out,

"What happened?"

The remaining Horns are no longer laughing.

The head turns a bit calmly thanks to searching for enemies and shadows, and killing a lot.

The rest of the Horns are one party, four bodies.

A search system with a crossbow.

The wizard is one.

Warrior-style man

A warrior-like woman.

"Now who is next!"

Woman before.

A silver-haired woman with long horns like a bull. An adventurer in a warrior costume with a leotard with open belly and chest. The weapon is an oversized sword that lacks a blade like a saw.

The face resembles Lansir.

No, hallucinations.

Whatever breaks the corners. You hurt my important woman. Good reason to perish. I will eradicate it. I'll grind everything.

The container at the regeneration point glows more red. Dazzling light. Light that sticks together like a creature. The instinct is aware that this is dangerous.

But did you know? If I can kill you, I don't need anything else.

The air explodes.

A mace and an oversized sword collide and roar.

I could understand in one go.

This woman is strong. Incredible strength. A strength that cannot be compared with a decent power. I understand, but still face-to-face.

My strength had reached the level where I could use a mace with one hand.

fast.

strongly.

Endlessly.

Infinite power fills the body.

The overflowing power overflows from the brain and penetrates the skull, where

"The Book of God's Resolution"

A calm voice resounded and interrupted everything.

Woman Horns moves away from me at the speed of the beast's reflection.

A lightning curtain fell where she was. A thick stream of discharged power burns the air and creates a wall.

"That's sick. Otherwise I'll see a thunderbolt, horny."

An old wizard.

Old adventure equipment. Long white mustache, long bent tongari hat, long distorted cane. Thin and long physique like a shadow. Long, poor gray robe.

I've never seen a simple, frugal, “likely” wizard so far.

"Well, what do you do?"

The feet of a cane hit the floor. Surprisingly, the remaining Horns quietly retreated.

What was left was the carcasses and debris. A discharging lightning curtain.

Is it really over? This wizard is

Now more than that!

"Mr. Evetta!"

Runs up to her. There is no consciousness. The wound is deep. Painful countless spears pierced.

"Youth, rest assured, the horns do not" yet "die. Opening the wound will regenerate itself."

The wizard told me that she pulled out the pierced spear, which is not a common cure.

Now she has a more sensitive feeling, but goosebumps stand in the wriggling of the meat of an acquaintance.

The gaps in the open meat were filled, closed, and disappeared in a fraction of the time, like the other Horns, though I didn't want to.

Put your ears close to your mouth and listen to your breath. Quiet sleep. Calm down, no problem.

Can I just feel safe?

Suddenly, he became heavier, probably because he was unconscious.

Oh no. forgot.

"I'm saved. Are you?"

Which one. There should be no other adventurers at this level.

Union help?

"No, youth, I'm not a union. I'm the same adventurer. I've never been in an organization because I'm a wanderer and a hunter."

"Hmm ... I see."

Oh, were you aloud?

"I described my standing as poor, but this was for the help of my friends, talents and appearances, blood and fortunes, human beings who were born with women, friends, enemies and allies, and people. However, in his later years, he was chased by the disciplinary mismanagement and reached the pathetic end.

He thought it was "Pure and Poor", so I imitated this one robe. When you try it, it's comfortable. In other words, the search for mage requires only a thinking head, a hat that separates the outside world and thinking, and a staff that keeps you from falling. Truth and exploration will be universal wisdom that is full of space. ''

"Can you wait a minute?"

The amount of information that can not be processed by a tired head.

Immorality of the disciples, is it the founder of flame religion? No, no kidding. Someone who followed a similar fate.

"Indeed, one is dragged by the destiny of the believer. Tragedy is the entertainment of the contented. In the face of it, people always shout," Why ?! " It's the end of believers who have passed. ''

"I'd like to ask candidly in various ways."

Abandoned thinking.

"What is it?"

"Name is?"

The wizard answers casually.

"My name is Garving. In the streets, it's a great magician, it's a holy magic, it's godless, but it's still a true magician."

There are three of the most famous wizards in another world.

Rob, the founder of the flame religion, a great flaming surgeon.

Wagner, a feast magician.

Houma galving, named after the adventurer god, Wind Obnacle.

A great magician who has created a number of magics that are still used by adventurers, including the regenerative point.

Garving, the founder of adventurers.

"e………………"

e? Real?