Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

Watch her fight.

An oversized sword and a mace play the metal's dissonance, and a touch of touch blows a dead wind that cuts meat. A battle between outsiders and outsiders, where no one can enter.

Like art.

Like carnivore hunting.

Like killing pure creatures.

A battle that feels a certain kind of beauty, striking a distorted life.

When long and short.

A change has emerged in the rivalry battle.

Evetta is under pressure. The difference between physical strength and stamina. Unless I hurt me and hurt me. I don't need such a cheap assumption. It is an insult to humans who are determined to fight.

Evetta is on the defense.

With Mace as a shield, he was cornered and hunted. Look at the chance. Double-angle attacks gain even more momentum.

With the roar of the beast, Evetta tries to crush Evetta with the shielded mace. A crack ran through Mace, a block of steel.

With every gun, gun, gun, and attack, the crack grows and falls off with a hammerhead.

Evetta fell on one knee.

Just holding a mace and looking at her best.

Stop, and.

The two corners swing down an oversized sword. A blow that is quick, heavy, and likely to drop the dragon's neck.

Mace who received breaks.

"What ?!"

I involuntarily raise my voice.

A brand new mallet came out of the broken mace mallet.

That mace, probably with the armor from above to make the originally huge mace even larger.

That gawa is now broken.

With an oversized double sword.

"After all, it's a copy. Sawyer, don't forget."

Mace, who has opened up, approaches the corner.

The first shot crushes the left shoulder, and the second shot crushes both feet. The third shot hit the head hard.

Blood flowers bloom and crushed horns dance.

She won.

A brilliant victory.

"This is the difference between real and fake."

"It is true."

I thumb up. Evetta looked wonderingly and gave the same thumbs up.

"After that, this corner ..."

"Evetta?"

She holds her mouth down and falls down her throat. He had vomited blood.

He rushed to the side, holding her on one knee.

"Mr. Evetta, let's go back soon."

"No, it's a little longer. You are advanced."

"I don't care about that! Now!"

She loses consciousness. Her face is pale and her breathing is rough. When I turned over my cloak and found a wound on my back, the wound was open and a lot of blood was flowing.

I was not unaware. During the battle, she desperately avoided seeing her blood.

Endured, endured, did not stop.

I don't have this any longer.

"Hey! Garving! Lend a hand!"

"Okay. My magic flute has returned."

The light bursts and Garving's real voice echoes. This is the same technique as Maria.

"This is the only place where I can transfer. That Mary and her ... hide it. That would be good later."

The white-whiskered wizard swings his wand and pulls the corner of the crushed Horns.

"This is a magic flute. A whisper that follows the darkness."

Two hollow corners are being machined by the invisible force of the wizard.

Overlap, fit, twist, in one corner. It becomes a horn.

"Hey, garving, that is."

"It's wonderful, I got it back. I'm not obeying even if I can give it back."

"This Horns. Did you make it?"

"If I can do such a miracle, what am I?

"It's not good. No, it's good! Cure Evetta quickly!"

It's after this secret. Now there is another important thing.

"It's really immediate. You are."

"If humans are not immediate, what is it?"

"Once we are ... oh good, let's lend our strength, appetites, endure the unbearable pain, and the power to live for the living.

Garving strikes Evetta with his cane.

The spilled blood soared like another creature and returned to her wound. Warmness returns to the cold body, and the skin dyes the color of life. Small breathing also turns into a calm sleep.

"Garving, incidentally her life"

"It's not easy. Just give your wife's life. Changing the providence of life always requires sacrifice."

"Hey"

Is it implicitly impossible?

"Well, that's right."

"This bastard. So what do you do with that magic flute?"

I do not know, but I feel a bad feeling close at hand.

It is an intuition of an adventurer, or a rule of thumb after coming to a different world. Useless fools are hard to handle. Engage others with care.

"I'll make you a new Horns. What makes your wife a partner."

"my mother"

That is unexpected. But the body moves.

The left thumb pushes the collar up. From there it produces a flash of silver wire.

This distance, this trick, faster than any miracle.

Even if she was holding a woman's body, she was releasing a superbly sharp sword, probably because she was not holding her.

The wizard's neck that has entered the blade zone,

"Chip"

I couldn't drop it.

Intercepted by a flash of the same quality, with a clear tone.

"There is no reason a wizard cannot handle a sword."

The wizard's wand had a blade. What is called a cane.

For some reason, the great magician could use sword-drawing.

"This is a sword technique taught by a blind Gentile at a young age."

"What a monster"

I transferred to another world.

However, I am used to taking off my first move. There is also preparation for the next move. The previous drawing was done with my father's sword. Next is a visit to the main body, a blow from the sword ――――――

"I can't, great magician.

First time.

A crushed blade protrudes from Garving's chest.

"Cook"

The heart was pierced and scoured, and the great magician died.

The woman throws a corpse in a lively manner. The body of the old man rolls like garbage in the corner of the room.

The woman had ears and tails instead of broken corners.

It has a sharp, sharp animal ear and a pretending, volumey tail.

"Boy, can I ask one?"

"Eh, me?"

I'm not too old to play.

"I'm sleeping there. An unpleasant uncle with eyepatch. Could it be that Medime Johann Weimaffeff Kurtorch LoOmen?"

"Hey? The meme is a meme."

Long name after that. Where did you hear it somewhere?

"... That fancy gaki turns into a dandy that seems to be good at this bitterness. Would this be better? I wonder if I failed?"

"Even if you don't,"

The woman lifts her long silver hair. He is a fox beast with silver hair.

The beautiful look has the appearance of Lancer. Just more plump and erotic. If Lansir gets older, will it look like this?

"Oh, do you know me? I'm just a boy's senior. Forget the two names because they're embarrassing. Just a beast, Valsina."

"you're kidding"

I was skeptical of my father.

"Why to Horns?"

"It can't be helped because before you're a woman or wife, you're an adventurer."

Valsina picks up the magic flute that was rolling. At the same time, he picked up Evetta's mace and walked a little, breaking the wall.

I can see the city.

Somewhere in the city where the air is tight.

"Look, boy, look. This is the end of the adventurer. A foolish king, fearing the hero, created it and sealed it with a wise king. Well, the end of a world."

A magic flute is blown.

Buoooooooooooooooh,

Sound similar to the horn of a ship.

The bell sounds from somewhere in the city to respond. A familiar bell sound that tells the time.

Then, the scenery changed completely.

The city dyes at sunset.

Twilight tells the end of something.

"Goodbye, boy. See me and my daughter. If you want to see me, I'm fighting forever here, so come and kill again."

The silver-haired beast disappears into the red-colored city.

She embraced Evetta and looked at the city following Valsina.

I saw a terrible thing.

Horns appear from all over the city. But it no longer preserves the archetype of a person. Some are zombies, some have horns all over their bodies, some are half assimilated with monsters, some are giant beasts with horns.

When Valsina took the lead, her horns appeared one after another.

A familiar figure.

The Horns I had killed.

Human Horns and Horns who are no longer fighting. Even the horned monsters join there, and go for a bloody battle of shouting ana.

It's like the bottom of hell.

"Did you not change again?"

Garving lined up next to and looked at hell with a weary face.

"Air, it's okay. You don't have to shoot."

"Eh, lie? @ Brother. When did you notice?"

Six meters behind, a younger sister with a bow appears.

Actually, I felt a sign from fighting with my father. Two intimate signs. I didn't feel hostile, so I left it in anticipation of air and snow breeze.

"How did that elf appear?"

"Secret"

When I signal, my sister disappears in Lola's cloak. Move near the entrance and wait.

Good hands. You can be more cautious than appearing poorly.

"There is a way to deceive me."

Garving doesn't seem to be able to detect it.

What is that? I can see it.

Unexpectedly, extra glasses are rolling at my feet. When attached, a message from Yukikaze was displayed.

(Signed. Others are also invading the castle. Will they join soon?)

If you're not involved in hell outside, you'll feel safe.

"Galving, answer the question. Your sister will shoot you out depending on the answer. After that, I will stay away. I understand you are tough, but is it OK to fall apart?

"No problem"

………………Are you serious.

If you look closely, the breast that should have been pierced does not even have a wound on the clothes. There was one thing that came to my mind. That's a bad memory.

Neomia closed by snow. Beast head man. A delusional beast crawling out of a nightmare.

"I thought when I saw the old adventurer costume, it's increasingly related to your Neomia."

"And what's"? "

If you can't kill it, you have to extract information.

No problem if you speak honestly, but not otherwise.

"I'll talk. In the first place, I'm there for it."