Kuro no Maou

The first floor lobby of the Quaal Village Guild was full of adventurers.

All the adventurers who are currently based in the village of Quaal, or who occasionally stayed, are naturally gathered here.

Originally, adventurers work on quests and so on, and they never meet together.

But...

Emergency Quest/Refugee Escort

Compensation/TBD

Deadline/TBD

Client/Daedalus Adventurer Guild

Request details - The evacuation of all villagers to Sparda was decided. Since each village vigilante receives a substantial escort role on the road, Adventurers want you to keep your enemies as low as you can at the rear of the line and buy time for the villagers to evacuate. I do not know anything about the enemy except that it is a legion of humans, a dangerous quest like never before, but I hope you will join me, courageous adventurers, who are putting all the lives of the villagers at stake.

This is how the emergency quest was put out. Now, apart from the story, all adventurers staying here are half-compulsory to participate and cooperate in the quest.

Beyond being adventurers too, they gather here to know a hundred things about the area, and their interest is in how to do this quest.

And now staying in the village of Quaal, they were discussing on this occasion the most important matter of nine parties and a dozen adventurers working alone (solo), who would divide a total of more than fifty members.

"Ha! You're less than Rank Four. You're soaking up mutton fish!

No, it was a beating, to be exact.

A warrior adventurer in light armor makes a dull noise and gets beaten up.

At the end of the roll are those who, like him, lie on the floor and can no longer move.

"I'll divide Temehe and the others! Whoever's complaining, step forward!

It was the giant werewolf beast (Warwolf), more than 2 metres tall, who could roar so.

It wasn't just a big one, the giant body covered in gray hair had built-up muscles, and ancient wounds running all over his body represented his intense combat career.

"What's wrong, you're not here anymore! He wants to deal with this immortal Vulcan!!

The beating running through the seat of the leader, which began with a trivial trigger, was overwhelmed by this werewolf named Vulcan.

A shining gold (gold) guild card lowered to his chest indicates the height of his Adventurer rank.

Rank 4, one of the few adventurers currently staying in the village of Quaal, was him, among whom he had the strength to pluck out.

The Rank 4 party that Chrono was talking about is "Vulcan Power" led by him.

An adventurer would soon be able to guess that he puts his name dignified in the party name because he is the strongest of the members and a typical one-man team.

In fact, all but Vulcan are rank 3 adventurers.

If one person has Rank 4, they won't increase the rank of the party either, because the Alliance acknowledges that Vulcan is powerful enough to compensate for all Rank 3 members, so they can name a Rank 4 party.

"Well, it's settled that no one's answering."

Vulcan's sharp eyes look around intimidating his surroundings.

Ultimately, it became a rough decision to beat each other up, but since Vulcan's power is recognized by everyone and he has a proven track record of being the leader of the party, he didn't seem particularly dissatisfied with the adventurers.

No one disagrees with the words "That's a decision," and the lobby quietly returns.

The moment I received a satisfactory grin that I had no objection to,

"Wait."

One man stepped forward of him.

"Ah?

A black-haired, black-eyed, black-eyed man with a black robe.

Taller for humans, but from Vulcan over two meters, humans are all equally chicks.

"Take you down, I'll be the leader"

"Ho."

The guy who tells the straight story so far wasn't among the guys who bugged him earlier.

The truth is that some dissatisfied person was just hit by Vulcan.

"Fine, come on, kid, don't think you can give me a break because I'm a poor human magician, okay?

With his fists buzzing, Vulcan slams his killer like a beast as it looks.

"I'm not a kid, my name is Chrono"

To Chrono, who doesn't even look particularly freaked out, Vulcan turns his mind on whether he's a fairly confident magician or just an idiot.

"Fine, Krono, as you know, we're unarmed, and if you take me down here with a hidden weapon, then nobody will obey you."

"I know, I'll fight with no hands."

I won, Vulcan was convinced of the victory.

(A helpless sorcerer. Then you'll never defeat me, you're not naming Dada immortal, kid.

Well, even if he used his weapon, he's not willing to lose)

Sorcerers can use magic without wands or magic books, but that makes them more powerful than if they didn't use weapons.

If you perform long spell chants and rituals without weapons, you may not be able to use powerful magic, but if you fight with a one-on-one duel method in a standing position with no distance of ten meters, as you do now, the only way a sorcerer can attack is with single-action attack magic that can be activated immediately.

If you punch an unchanging single action into your battered opponent, even a magician will be able to win without a hand.

If that doesn't stop him, he'll beat him up and lose, though he might be able to beat the magician back for once.

Vulcan, who names himself immortal, is particularly confident in his health, no, it is not a matter of such feelings, he has mastered in reality the inherent magic (extra) 'automatic healing (auto heel)' that a werewolf (warwolf) can rarely have.

As its name suggests, it has the effect of automatically recovering from damaged ends and regenerating the flesh.

However, the amount of recovery/regeneration per hour is constant, and immediate death cannot be avoided if attacked such as piercing the heart, dropping the neck, etc.

With that exception, it can always reduce a certain amount of damage, especially in attack methods where the damage is small, such as beatings, with effects almost close to deactivation.

Thus, in the power of a single action, which can also be described as a magician's punch, he can stand about ten shots directly from the front.

Speaking from the common sense of adventurers, single action is precisely the limit of a mage shooting one or two shots from this standpoint.

(I won't shoot more than four shots no matter how many you quote, even if this kid has more than twice as much power as a lined sorcerer, he doesn't have enough firepower to take me down)

Vulcan stands, whether the fire flies or the thunder flies, but he is not frightened at all and goes straight ahead, convinced that he can punch his fist in the face of this petty magician boy.

"Don't move until Temehe shoots you, if you can't get a single shot of magic done, you're not dressed, are you?

"Thank you. - Let's go."

"Come!

The sound of Don! rang at the same time.

The sound of Vulcan stepping into the floor on one side and the sound of Chrono unleashing magic on the other.

A black bullet is shot into Vulcan's torso.

(When you can stop it like this -)

When it can be stopped, none of the adventurers gathering here will think of it.

But that's just one shot.

"Demon Bullets (Barrett Arts) Fire All Bullets (Full Burst)"

An instantly materialized myriad of black bullets arrive in the Vulcan, which is only huge.

"Haaaaaa!!

Vulcan who says he can take ten single shots, but if that's a hundred, a thousand shots,

Naturally, I can't accept it.

A demon bullet (Barrett Arts) that is softer than normal so as not to inflict fatal injuries and moreover rounded and shaped the warhead, but the impact upon landing is considerable, and a normal human being would be shocked enough to collapse about a shot in the head.

Vulcan was certainly no-damage until the tenth shot, but it builds up before one bullet storm after another, not even for a moment, surpassing the healing power of automatic healing (auto heel) and while damage is seen.

"Gu... oh..."

Vulcan finally succumbs to one knee, although he pushes to a position about two meters in front of Chrono.

At that time, all the bullets that had been 'loaded' in advance had been shot.

"I didn't think you'd pass out if you took all the bullets. Boulder Rank 4, Tough."

Though impressed by Vulcan, who breaks his knee but still remains conscious and lets go of his killing spirit, Krono remains alert and calmly pursues him.

Shake up your fist, kick the floor and pack a pail of time.

The gallery wonders why the sorcerer would bother to behave like a beating, but instantly the answer was obtained.

Because what Chrono unleashes is the fastest black magic in the beginning.

instantaneously compress magic into your arms,

"Pile Banker"

It spins like a drill at high speeds while concentrating and releasing at zero distances, knocking out a destructive force incomparable to that of a bullet.

Vulcan, who was taken to strength and concentration at once by a bullet storm, had no way of stopping this blow.

A visibly intense black magic emanates from Chrono's arms, and the dull impact sound of a strong Vulcan strike echoes through the guild.

The two settled within just a few seconds.

Vulcan, who completely loses consciousness and falls to the floor, and Chrono, who stands dignified, declares in high spirits.

"I'm the leader, and whoever complains, move forward."

Chrono throws up almost the same line as the Vulcan earlier.

And now it was not alone who would advance in disagreement.