Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

[05]

The plan is bold.

First, rumors spread throughout the city through Rasta's network.

"There is a tax increase on alcohol and food."

Rumor has it.

The cause is Border Uncle's negligence and greed.Or an experiment to blaspheme God.I don't care why. Food and the adventurer's water are taken away.

Everyone speaks up.

That makes a loud voice already.

A riot broke out.

No one listens when the envoy of the border uncle says "no tax increase".They are untrusted rulers in the first place.I was suddenly told that I was lying.

And once it gets noisy, the goal is to raise your voice and clear up everyday anger, rather than withdrawing the tax increase.

There is only one way to put out this kind of noise. Armed repression.

However, the opponent was bad this time.

To capture the Adventurer, it is not enough for the Border Guards and Knights alone, but it is necessary to call for help from their own country and the surrounding Knights.

The city was in a state of civil war, but there were surprisingly few lootings against the people.

He and Remlia move quietly.

"As planned, I'll do the border master.I'll take care of the medim and the knights. "

"Roger that, Remlia. Don't die."

"I'm fine. You're stronger than the enemy."

"Really?"

"I told you many times, if you find out you can't win, run."

"Definitely Defeat"

I can count on you.

"... is Melm okay?"

"It's keeping the elf clan under control.I don't want Elves to intervene right now.Even if the assassination succeeds, it will be the elf's fault.If that happens, there will be a large army coming from Elysion's own country.I'm sorry, Medim, this is the only plan I could make. "

"No problem."

"No problem. You're the only one who fights without doubt."

"Because it's work."

"... bye, Medim."

Goodbye, Remlia.

He breaks up with Lemria and runs the city by himself.

Away from the heat and anger, the knight of interest was quickly found.

There were knights in the darkness in the alley, as if God had brought them together.

The knight did not have a shield.He only carried a sword in his right hand.Large and wrapped in sturdy armor except for the head.

His specialty is also a sword.The leather armor used by adventurers definitely won't stop the knight's sword.

But it's a condition of reciprocity.

"Your dog is here."

He slashed silently.

The spark of the sword disappears when it blooms.

It is dark at night. In the darkness, where ordinary people can't even see the blade, he and the knight slash each other.They grasp each other with every single shot.

Both ghosts and beasts dwell in darkness.

The battle is intimate, but when touched intensely, the blade that leads to death swings like a storm.

Stiff.

Thirty knots, he thinks.

You don't need a shield.I've never seen anyone hold a sword so strong.It feels like I'm beating an iron nugget with a sword.

Moreover, the knight is not disturbed by a single breath.You won't even be disturbed by the sound of your heart.As it stands, you won't get a single scratch even if you fight until dawn.

He's superior. Just like Grandell - no, it's not.

Every time we meet, blood seeps into the hands holding the sword.

Heart sounds violent in your ears.

The nasty sweat spreads on my cheeks.

It is obvious that long-term warfare is unfavourable and will be dealt with in the short term.If we don't finish it in the short term, we lose.To do this, we need a bizarre solution.

I'm glad I was an adventurer.

Thanks to the fight against non-humans, there are a lot of odd tricks that mercenaries can't think of.

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Having made many choices, I was convinced that this solution was the best.

He breaks the balance.

Half acting, half limiting.

Knights don't miss.

The swords collide violently.He broke his balance even more and got on one knee.An inevitable posture. I have to take it.

The knight pulls half a step, puts his whole body on and sticks out his sword.

If you accept it, you will definitely be pierced by the sword.

He moved forward.

I received the tip of the sword face-to-face.The moment the power completely survives, he shakes his head and diverts his sword.He advances and jumps.

Protrude your sword into the light you can see in the darkness.

His sword went under the knight's jaw and protruded from the sky.

Normally, he dies instantly.

But he moves to a stop.He grabbed the protruding blade and threw it at the knight's neck as he broke it.

The knight's body rolls over the cobble.

A knight's sword rolls by his side.

His left eye was completely crushed.Before the wound reached the brain, it was critical to avoid it.Still, it doesn't change to deep hands.The bleeding didn't stop, but the elevation of the battle didn't cause any pain.

Now, the first fight is over.

Darkness grows darker.

Without using his hands, the knight's body slowly stood up.

The broken neck turns, the more screws are cut, the longer the snake appears, the longer it stretches and tears.

Armor exploded, arms swollen like bears, and nails stretched like dragons.Three faces resemble lions line the stomach.

Only the lower body remains the prototype of man, and then the beast is no longer a monster.

Mislanica, help me!

His screams echoed the cries of the cat.

His blood stops.

Stopped blood flows upside down and is sucked into a crushed orbit.My lost left eye burns.

When his eyes were closed and opened, his left eye turned like a cat, like a wolf, into a golden pupil and stared at the beast.

The beast barked.

It was a scream echoing all over the city.It was a shout of silence as the crowd stirred up in the uprising.

He picks up and waves the knight's sword.

A fierce sword wind knocked out the beast's scream.

I heard voices from somewhere.

"One night's family. Forgive all of you."

He has power in his hands.A force that deviates from human reason.The shards I got that night took a definite shape and made me hold the sword.

It will reach Grandell now.

The power of a hero.

The poles of the sword.

"Sorry, it was a blow."

If it was true, I wanted to kill him with my own power.If it was my life to bet, I would have tried as much as I could.I would have fought even if I lost.

That's how you risk your life for a sword.It is not worth defeating with such a god's peten.

I would have thought so if I had been before.

Not now.

We have company.

Kill anything that gets in their way to move forward with them.Kill evil gods even if they feed their souls. I'll kill everything.

He waved his sword down.

The blade severs the beast with the night sky.

That night, Uncle Border passed away.

Elysion's records say he died of illness, but he was actually assassinated by an adventurer.

Behind the scenes, there was a battle that no one knew.Like that god, it is a battle that is not remembered.

A battle between adventurers and knights, ghosts and beasts.

The dead knight was erased from Elysion's records.No matter how close the prince is, there is no such thing as a knight who can't even properly escort a prince.