Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

[04]

Red snow mixed with blood flutters.

The wolf attacks like a beast with claws and fangs, and the adventurer hunts the beast with tools like a human.

The fight was crowded.

Wolves are superior in number, but their strength is less than that of adventurers. However, no matter how good an adventurer, it can be overwhelmed by violence.

Hundreds of wolves are killed, and dozens of adventurers are fatally injured.

And snow has created new wolves infinitely.

And the adventurer played as if immortal.

I can't see the outcome of the battle. It seems to last forever. Only two kings in the world can end this.

The king walks calmly under the snow-covered hell. While shrugging away beasts that hinder the adventurer.

It's really unpleasant, but it looks like a king of adventurers.

I do not go.

I'll wait.

Cold and sharp, like ice, sharpen your spirit and focus on your sword.

The snow was filling the king.

The wolves rush into the king of adventurers in hordes. Bites and kills adventurers one after another. But the fangs do not reach the king. Starting with Valsina, a beastman wizard and an elf archer open the way.

All the wolves were defeated by this old adventurer.

Their strength is orders of magnitude different from other adventurers. If it appears infinitely, it will not be a story about a wolf.

Countless arrows, magical flames, and swords drawn out of hard arms. Overturning the overwhelming gap, the King's party was steadily approaching me.

"I know I'm here. Help me quickly."

A part of the snow cover rose greatly. It is far from obedience, but now you have to rely.

Arrows and magic fall through me through the wolves. Valsina came into the stuff.

Moment.

Shock repels all attacks.

What appeared in front of me was the [big beast head man]. He cuts a beastman and an elf in one shot with his long sword, and slashes with Valsina.

Intense metal dissonance. Meshing blades scatter sparks.

"It's been a long time! Valsina! And you are Lemuria!"

"Burful or Gentile dog next to Prince?"

Bar full. A knight captured in a nightmare at the end of his delusion.

"Don't tell me! Sawyer is a helpless junk, but the father of a daughter like my grandson. That would be a good reason to beat and kill an old friend!"

"Would you talk about your family on the edge of the beast?"

"Because it is a beast, your relatives are important! Hey Soya! This time I will help you! Don't let the king kill such relatives!"

Barful unfolds with us with Valsina.

Lemuria moves forward and enters my blade zone casually.

Confrontation and stillness are instantaneous.

Lemuria swings his sword. I drew my sword later.

Mow your neck with a hand drawn sword.

With that wish, the blade ran through the space silently. God speed is right. The same sword technique as the adventurer's father.

A particularly large iron and bloody flower bloomed, and a metal sacrifice echoed.

Lemuria says, as the air bursts.

"Look at the sheath?"

The sword slashed the sword. I got into Lemuria's left arm. He splits his thick muscles and cuts half of his bones, where he stops.

I was accepted.

"It's my friend's sword technique. It's natural to take measures."

"The premise that even a friend betrays is" natural "?"

I can hit my wall with a strong kick. A broken sword was thrown without a break and pinned through his right shoulder.

Adventurers who have revived chop the bar full in support of Valsina.

Burning flames were scattered in the snow, and the wolf was extinguished upon its appearance.

Behind the king, adventurers who crawl further line up one after another.

Even the numbers lost. The right arm does not move. I can't move.

"I should praise you for doing well. You robbed me of a great sword and my left arm."

Lemuria takes his sword out of his arm. The wound healed with the familiar light.

"I won't leave any scratches ............... Hmm"

Lemuria smiles, swinging his sword.

"Since ancient times, the last of the Demon King has been terrible. It is a place to worry about how to color your end, but it is a parent of a person. I will spare her adorable granddaughter and kill him."

Lemuria was short.

The point of the sword pierces my belly. A crunchy and cold blade gets into the belly and slips out.

"You have only a few regenerating points left. If you stab twice, it's fatal."

I stab the fourth time. Before the fifth piercing, Lemuria hooked the container at the regeneration point with the sword's knife and brought it in front of me.

The red liquid is now at the bottom, just a bit thin and invisible. That is my life.

"It's a shame, I would have come back if my left arm was safe. If I didn't have the foolishness to face too much, I would have lived a long time. Now, leave a word as a demon king? Leave a word as a Gentile Or the father as a child ―――――

"nothing"

The fifth time. I pierced my right chest. Gouged and stirred. Vomiting blood in the throat.

"Well, can you still endure?"

The wound healed at the regenerating point without help. However, the pain is about to let go of consciousness. The deathly sleeper whispered to close his eyes. If you close your eyes here, you will never wake up.

So open up.

Keep staring at the enemy until the last minute.

The sixth blade hurt me with a slash from a large swing. A cut that runs from the chest to the thigh. It is a miracle that the internal organs did not spill.

Seven, eight, nine and ten swords are played.

“……………?”

Finally, Lemuria notices something unusual.

The wound heals. The remaining few regeneration points heal the wound.

Lemuria wields his sword again and again.

But no matter how many times it is chopped, crushed and crushed, the red never disappears. It will never disappear, albeit slightly.

This red is redder than Guren. A flame that shines forever in the darkness, like my God.

"Lemria, I think you can be erased."

Move your right arm. He grasped his sword with his bare hands and pulled in Lemuria.

"What do you mean because you play it infinitely? It's shredded and sealed. You don't have any more hands anyway."

"I have hands"

It is literally the last move.

He chewed his teeth and endured the pain of breaking his body. While spilling fine crystals, my [left hand] moves. The meat near my heart cracked. The shoulder collapses. However, my left arm goes to the enemy at will.

Like a spear like an arrow, a sword penetrated Lemuria's chest.

"Guts!"

It is me who screamed.

His left arm split from his shoulder and left his body. Lemuria sees his wounds with a sloppy face rather than pain.

"what?"

"It's a" separation "from a soothe magician."

The crystallization of the king began on his left chest and had reached his half. Adventurers are quickly becoming humanoid crystals. And the crystallization had spread to the fort.

An immortalized crystal spear.

It is not enough to kill the beast, but it seems to be effective for Abadon who abandoned the beast.

"Is this something stupid? I can't help dying in this place."

The king's world was about to end. Life stops and transforms into inorganic crystals.

I heard one hypothesis.

"Lemria, you will not die. You will live forever. It will be an immovable mineral."

"Lazarissa! Help me!"

The sky rang and responded to a sad heartless voice.

Huge white and black intertwine and fall. A black dragon lays down the white scale below and lands. The entrained adventurers shattered, and the fort was partially destroyed.

A large Agito that growls and growls.

I pull out my broken sword and get out of the wall. Do not fall and stand. He lost his arm and lost his balance.

One thing you can do now is just order.

"Don't skip"

"Don't say you"

A flash of courage.

A bar full slashes the back of a black dragon. However, he was struck by the counterattack on the floor. The beasthead finishes his role and returns to the snow.

The dragon was raising a black fog from the wound. The fog fades away spilling the crystals. The dragon's body itself turned into crystals and collapsed.

What fell from there was a beastman maid.

Swinging over a distorted sword made of bones, he comes to me.

For me who can't stand, there's a way to prevent it. I can call the one thing that has nothing to do with me today.

"Come on."

Pull his sword out of the snow. What I got was an abominable silver sword.

"That!"

Lazarissa trembling. Nothing can be done where you notice.

This silver is a curse that always kills the beast. Even a semi-dead who cannot stand even the user, or bends the cause and effect of the world, beats the beast.

The sword is so slow that it can be laughed. Even Lazarissa's giant elephant easily slashed and slashed her with a bone sword.

"Gya!"

Lazarissa fell down after a short scream. Turn the blade back and I look at Lemuria.

“……………”

The adventurer's king who has crystallized with his right eye left stares at me with all his hatred.

A cool curse.

"I'm worried about how to color the end of you. You can bury it properly. You can sink it at the bottom of the sea. I'll kill you shortly. ''

A silver sword crushes the king.

All crystals shattered and atomized. There is no trace of the ruins of the fort. Snow disappears like a phantom.

What remained was a white dragon and a dying maid. And a crown that rolls at my feet.

I squeezed out the remaining power and destroyed something more abominable than this sword.