Kuro no Maou

The Adventurer Party, led by Cat Beast Man (Warcat) youth Jote, finally completed the quest, the last condition to go up to Rank 4.

The monster that was defeated after the fierce battle, when he recovered the area that was a testament to his crusade, the yang already began to lean, and it is judged that he will return to Sparda only after the dawn of night.

When he finally ranked up to Memorial Rank 4, the party members who spoke out of joy, but Jote, the leader, had a slightly less superior complexion.

"What's the matter with you, Joto? You're usually annoyed by my martial arts."

Lamia's lady swordsman's words sounded ironic, but there included perhaps a color of worry about Jote not showing his usual tune.

You look pale, that said, you waved the "Tooth Sword" Bad Eclipse "you had just recently purchased for the fold of the battle with the monster, and it showed the leader the great work he deserved, it doesn't look like he's falling ill.

Well, it's unlikely that a poison or other abnormal state (Bad Status) attack occurred, because the monster does not have such properties.

"Oh... I'm a little tired."

The consciousness seems clear, but less focused eyes stir her anxiety.

"Yeah, well, get some rest, 'cause I'll turn it around for the last time"

In this battle, the monster was a powerful enemy unleashing the magic of multiple attributes in a row.

It is an undisputed fact that everyone in the membership acknowledges that a jote with a 'tooth sword' bad eating ', which can be completely nullified, such as half-breed magic, has shown more activity than usual.

You'll be able to convince the boulders that today's fierce struggle is enough to make fatigue much stronger even on the jote.

"Oh, no evil"

That's all I left to say, Jote disappeared into the tent.

Then, how long has it been, Jote wakes up on the pretend?

No, I wouldn't say that I woke up completely because of a blurry, semi-awakened state that I can't tell if it was a dream or a reality.

More than half of them fall asleep head and he thinks.

(Oh, shit, again -)

Awakening sucks, clearly recognizing that feelings of fuzz and anger gush from the depths of your chest.

Recently, I've learned a lot of anger before and after I wake up.

I'm not sure what it is, but Joot thought I had a terribly angry dream of content.

And if you can take that for granted, you must have had that dream 'as usual’ today.

(I feel terrible...)

I'm sexually angry, no, that's not an exaggeration to say that I'm angry enough to learn to kill anymore, because I can frequently see such emotions for the sake of my dreams, so it's not something I've enjoyed.

Today is a memorable day for a successful monster crusade to rise to Rank 4, defeating monsters in their own great efforts, and members have not been heavily injured, not least by the dead.

Not on such a happy day, but I dreamed, I saw it.

(Oh, shit, shit! What the hell, are you kidding me, this chest shit evil no dream is awesome!!

At the same time that his head turned bright white with such anger, he was reflexively gripping the pattern of "Tooth Sword" Bad Eating "" that Jote kept beside him.

At that time ‘I'm not sure what kind of dream' changed to ‘clearly visible dreams’.

There was a view of the streets that seemed to be everywhere.

Clear blue skies, depressed green forests to the left and right, are those large mountains visible in the distance the mountains of Galahad?

Jote was looking down at the body of a 'buddy' he'd never seen there.

No, I'm not one of them, I'm one of ‘em if I'm more precise.

Yes, there are many bodies rolling down this street.

(Damn, I can't forgive you, how dare you kill my people -)

This encounter and what I've seen, the swordsmen and archer adventurers of the Beast who don't even know their names, but it's undisputed that they're ‘me' companions, Jort thinks.

I can't forgive you, you can't forgive me, this adventurer party isn't like it was formed on an ad hoc basis, trustworthy people who have been suffering for years and diving through numerous crises, it has been murdered on purpose and can't be forgiven.

Besides, it's not just a murdered wack.

Every corpse was significantly missing, and he attacked and killed more than he obviously needed.

Who, who killed, my people? - Joe's got blood on his eyes and looks for the killer.

(Oh yeah, it's you, you did it)

The person who bumps that grudge is right in front of you as soon as you realize it.

It was one woman.

Races wear humans, late teens when they were old, peachy hair, severely exposed radical outfits based on white, brilliant ornaments even this, woman.

(Kill him, kill him, only him, you have to kill him!

Recognize a clear enemy, whose intent to kill is concentrated on one point.

The woman is sitting back exposed to defenselessness.

I can kill you, it's a chance, a great opportunity.

And I have in my hand "Tooth Sword" Bad Eating, "a love sword that I've already 'used in for decades', and now I have no wax I can't kill - such thoughts rush through my brain in an instant.

(Die, die, die yeah yeah yeah!!

The body leaps as lightly as a feather, and the shaken giant fang blade feels no weight as if it were part of the arm.

Keep it down thoughtfully, no martial arts or anything, just a forceful blow by force.

There is no inconvenience in showing that back and slashing the little woman sitting there.

It conveys a definite touch, a feeling of lightly cutting off meat and bones.

"Ha-ha-ha! Yay, yay! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The roaring roar of victory awakened at that moment.

"Hihahaha - what?

And Jote, who returned to me, realized that he was not even in the tent where he slept, rather than in his dreams.

"That, me..."

Looking around, the view of the giant trees of the Latifundia Great Forest, but it must be where we set up our tents to reveal the night.

So once again I feel a tinge of weight on my right arm, apparently I'm squeezing the 'Tooth Sword "Bad Eating" just like I was in my dream.

And I saw red and black blood sticking to that white, giant blade of fangs.

"Oh, what the..."

What the hell did I kill? The answer to that question is right at your feet.

It is the Lamian swordsman who is falling into depression.

I don't even have to think about whether I'm alive or not, I'm slashed diagonally from shoulder to hip and my body is completely separated.

An intangible monster such as Slime doesn't have to know, and a people-shaped race can't be torn apart and able to survive.

Immediate death, judgable only at a glance, even faster if you are an adventurer.

"Oh, hey, you're lying, what is it, what is it?"

Jote can't help but find out that he killed her with this hand.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

At the same time holding his head and screaming, other members jumped out of the tent perceiving the anomaly.

"Hey, what's going on!?

"Monster!?

"Where are the monsters!?

Gargoyle archers and twin Goblin clerics, who showed up with their scores in their hands, quickly look around.

And within seconds, we understand the situation at the scene of the massacre, which is incredible but still spreads before us.

"Hey Joto, what's this... what kind of a trick?

Ramia with her torso amputated, a jote with a big sword of blood standing beside her, can't possibly see the relationship when she sees this.

"Chi, no..."

Jote whined a blur and a word of denial as he turned away from them.

"Hey, what's the difference, didn't you do it!?

The screaming gargoyle, if the person who killed his companion was in front of him, he should have naturally put a bow in his hand, but if the killer is the same companion again, he may have had no choice but to raise his voice.

"No - Cono woman, no!

In the eyes of Jote, who looked back, there was no light of reason dwelling.

In a different way, there is a brilliant bright red light with madness.

"Oh, you..."

So, finally, Gargoyle and the twin goblins react.

The reason is unknown, but I am completely insane as to what state anomaly (bad status) the jote standing in front of me suffers.

Such a decision could have been made instantly, probably because they were adventurers with the strength to climb down to Rank 4.

"Stand up! No more jotes! Be alert if there are any monsters around (charms) or fanatics (basarks)!!

Gargoyle's archer screams like that, pulling his bow and opening an intermission with Jote in one leg.

But the fact that everyone stood within three meters of the jote in the first standing was hopeless in view of their class.

Archers and clerics, both specialize in rear guards, and the short range of three meters or less, is the realm of Jote, a swordsman.

"Temeh, fellow ano women. Kaaaaaa!!

As distorted as he had never seen before by the shape of anger, Jote waved a great sword, turning his killing and hostility towards him.

Moreover, that step is clearly faster and more powerful than usual.

"Grrr!"

I don't even know what Jote's shouting words mean, and one crack of the twin Goblin clerics is cut down to one sword.

A brilliant knife with no backlash.

No, even if you were able to fight back, its main attack over being a cleric is magic, and it goes worst with bad eating.

Most importantly, it is not hard to imagine that even if you chose to beat him with a thin cane in your hand, he would be cut in two with each pattern.

"Damn, why are you doing this -"

"I can't forgive ano women, neither can my sono buddies, Teme. They're all mina killers. Aaaaaaaa!!

The difference in power and compatibility was desperate everywhere.

In the two remaining gargoyles and goblins, there is no such thing as a means of survival in this situation.

Not to mention the increase in power and speed just like fanaticism (Basark).

As a result, four bodies were to roll in this camp in less than five minutes.

And the one remaining killer walks out into the dark woods with a bloody sword.

"It's doko, woman, doko, no..."

Jort, who seeks resentment for the appearance of his enemy, no, now should I say the former Lord of the Great Sword, or, either way, beyond him, cursed and carrying a fierce blade, there was a city of Sparda inhabited by oddly large numbers of people.