Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

[05]

"What is it for the Demon King?"

The Corps of Ghosts turns their blades on the Demon King.

The Demon King, who took one, answered with a cool voice.

"Your struggle is, after all, a play on the ground. It has nothing to do with us living in the bottom of the earth. But I was irritated by your wickedness of destroying the country as a baby."

"Hey. If your name and appearance are not fake, please entertain a little."

The ghost rushes mercilessly.

The number is over a hundred.

It is inevitable that only three people can compete.

"I'm not in a hurry. Little boy."

The earth exploded.

Huge trees that grew from the ground blow off the ghost corps.

As if the continent itself had moved, the terrain changed, widening the distance between the enemy and us.

The devil sings.

"Golmureth Melforuna Gastolfo wishes to the ancestors of the great bloodline. A life-giver. "

Powerful chanting.

The raised mass turned into a giant 18 meters.

"With the grace of the covenant, we grow up like a plethora of abundance, with roots as bones, and with the tree of Yu. There is no rain, no sunshine, no blood, no grace, no miracle. But now, all the blessings are going to be the power to fight together. At the time of rebirth, now! "

The trees became entangled with the giant and became armor.

The giant shredded a giant branch extending from his shoulder and held it like a spear.

But this giant has no face.

The part that hits the face is completely open.

"Like the King"

Devil's hand.

There is a small wooden golem in there.

"My old friend. Help me for a while now for young people."

"Bow"

Lars nodded and merged with her face as she was carried by the giant golem.

At the same time, a corps of ghosts comes close to us.

I saw a prince sneering in the distance.

Lars, who has turned into a giant again, digs away ghosts with a huge spear.

The knight scatters with light.

However, it regains its original shape like a rewind.

But this was good.

The ghosts flooded Lars. He raises his blade to cut his limbs and throws his spear to pierce his heart.

Lars moves on, dispelling the swarming ghosts.

Just straight to the prince.

"The border gate, the depths of the hidden valley, the foothills of the sacred mountain. At the end of the long journey, at the end of the short journey, the human soul will return."

Demon King's singing again.

Complement the disappeared words of Liz.

"You who line up in the funeral procession, flipping the Black Reaper, giving me the light of the beginning, for the sake of obsession, for the hatred, for my friends, and for releasing my bound soul chain. Now before him Appear in

Lars' spear reaches the prince.

No, it didn't arrive on paper.

It is the ghost of an even bigger beast that has captured the large body of Lars. A fox-like narrow face, long and sharp claws, long exposed tusks and flaming long hair on a two-legged walk burns Lars' body like a real flame.

The wooden armor is burned by [Beast of Fire]. The fruit dries and the filled life burns. The moment when the earth mass collapses and turns into ash.

Lars saw me.

One glance was evident from that line of sight alone.

"Farewell"

A word.

It's a parting of a man. I don't need any more words.

However, what I came to mind femininely was messing around with bitches in the vegetable garden. You can forget various heavy responsibilities. It was a small but important, comfortable time.

"Farewell"

The flames went out, and Lars went out in the night breeze.

Nothing remained like a phantom.

"Mr. Sawyer. The girl opened the gate of Yomo, which was about to open. The rest of them will help you."

"they?"

With the words, the Demon King and his servant disappeared into darkness.

And only the voice remains.

"This is a goodbye to me and you. That rambling night. When I perish, I will surely remember this. Thank you, goodbye."

"Farewell. Demon King."

"Well, soya"

"Mr. Gaslark is fine, too"

The voice also flowed away in the wind.

What happened? Is it the end?

I replied with such a prince's face with a fearless smile.

In front of you are a beast of fire and a corps of ghosts.

I would be easily crushed.

I do not know who the "them" the devil is. But she is not a man who fools people with silly lies. He is a lawful and demon king who keeps his promises.

So, believe and wait.

Stand with your arms crossed.

The beast of fire cried. The air trembles and rushes while flipping other ghosts. In a blink of an eye, a large Agito spread right in front of him and suddenly disappeared.

The fire beast's neck was flying in the sky.

"Immature person"

I heard a voice.

The sword was floating.

A sword that beat the beast with a single shot.

It is not a magic sword. It is an ordinary long sword made thick and sturdy.

Blue light gathers to form a human.

The sword was held by the original Lord. An old knight who turned a damaged cloak.

First name

"Sammon glass?"

It is called Scarlet Knight Zamongrass.

"The kid. It looks a little mature, but I'm still immature."

Zammongrass destroys ghosts with furious swords. I'm definitely less mature than this.

What is the "their" of the Demon King?

Agathion moves alone and tears down the ghost corps.

The young knight took the returned sword. A body made of blue light like a samongrass. A cloak with a beast's face attached to a huge cloak.

She looks at me with a cheeky face.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm not helping you. I just fight because that guy doesn't really care."

"I know. I like it."

A beast-hunting hero cuts a ghost with an agathion in his hand.

And

And my sword was out of hand.

The blue light is the owner of the sword.

A young and fearless knight with a face. The first companion I lost. A name that you have never forgotten

"Irvine!"

"Soya, after a long absence"

Yesterday, a casual greeting as if we had met again. It was so “likely” that the lacrimal glands were loosened.

After breaking up with him, there were various things. There are episodes of accumulated adventures. If possible, I would like to talk and talk about sake slowly.

After all, even if it's a reunion that resembles a moment's illusion, you will think like that during the battle.

Irvine cuts my sweetness.

Irvin has cut off the ghost from the siege of Zamongrass and the Beast Hunt.

"Anyway, it's a battleground for Sawyer. Only look at the woman's face."

"Oh, oh ..."

Put your hand on the handle of the sword.

"What happened to the bow?"

He showed off his invisible sword technique to show off to his friends.

"This is a benefit now."

A sharp blade cuts both ghosts.

Even myself could not perceive it to fit.

"I'm glad this is and I can fight side by side again."

"That's my line"

It's not just watching your back. Now I can fight side by side. I don't think his arm is better than Irvin, but he doesn't.

It is no exaggeration to say that the days of adventure that ran through are now for this moment.

Open up an army of ghosts with the three knights.

"It's really fun."

Zamongrass laughs.

"If you think you're the one who will die and still get together ... the least lucky and the worst of all of my disciples."

"OK"

And beast hunting is facing away.

"......... unlucky"

Irvin loses his expression.

With the disciples motivated, the teacher came forward.

The sword flashes.

Rip off enemies with sharp but violent sword skills. Each time a sword flies, dozens of enemies scatter and open the way.

"If you ask me if any of the disciples are fierce, I will always answer you.

"I refuse. The soul shards should be destroyed here."

"I'm honored. Master."

Two people say the opposite opinion.

With a flock of fierce enemies, a scarlet knight in the foreground, and a shortstop in beast hunting, I and Irvin steadily defeat the obstructive enemies.

No matter what the number, we proceed.

"Well betrayed me well, except for the scarlet knight, an unknown soldier who praised me."

He was close enough to hear his joke.

"As a reward, let's give the fear of breaking the soul"

Green light enough to fill the meadow.

It makes a huge beast.

Legions of dozens, or even hundreds, of ghostly beasts. Still, the number is increasing by several.

"I'll teach you one irony. The more killed that barbarian king kills, the more beasts will increase. The more he fights and kills, the more your enemies will increase."

I laugh.

Zamongrass also laughs.

Caught Irvin laughs.

Only the beast hunting keeps staring at the prince without reading the air.

"What about it?

But the words overlap.

With one thought, we assaulted the "beast" to defeat the prince.