Kuro no Maou

From Rudra, who quickly sensed how the enemy attack had gone, Gardan, the Golem's cautionary stick who heard only the direction of his opponent's progress, flew out of the hall with his favorite hammer (Mace) and large shield (Tower Shield) in his hand.

"Ha, the Sparda kids weren't as good as they were, so now it's time to entertain them!

Since taking on this quest, Gardan, who has continued to smoke dissatisfaction with the fact that not so many toothy enemies have appeared, hurries down the road in the hope that it is only on this occasion that he will be able to fight a satisfying and powerful enemy.

The red-eyed golem, which runs through the dark night lanes with its heavy footsteps with Dosdos, is faster than thoughts, contrary to its appearance.

Essentially, the Golem is a simple shaped species that grows hands and feet on a barrel-like body, a classification closer to magical creatures such as fairies and skeletons than pure creatures of humans and beasts.

However, the golem, which consists of flesh in stone or metal, moves as bluntly as it appears, and if we see Gardan running lightly, we can determine that his flesh is either composed of a matter so light, or blessed with so much physical ability.

"Uh, uh, uh, we have to go through this bridge to get to the hall from behind, so..."

Through the dark forest path, a single bridge appears that runs onto a cliff where the gorge flows dozens of meters below.

If you want to go around the back of the hall, you have to cross this bridge, except if you can fly through the sky like a Heavenly Horse (Pegasus).

"- You can wait here. It's just a good story!

A good name, a good shout just to say.

For Gardan, who is simply indifferent to skills (skills) that do not involve direct combat, such as opponents, there is always a point of contact with the enemy, which can be called a local advantage.

If you see Gardan kicking the ground and landing on a thoughtful bridge, the bridge shaking greatly as the rope lifts its gizzards and creases, you can see that apparently his body consists of heavy metallic material just like a regular golem.

Its dull silver gloss does not appear to be plated, but an iron golem made of steel to the core of the body.

The bridge seems to withstand the super weight of the golem even though it is made of wood, and it can be seen that it is made more robust than it looks, although no one would want to cross the bridge with him.

Gardan, who crossed the bridge in great shake with a giant steel, decided to sit back on the spot and wait for the enemy to strike.

If it stayed stationary without being slightly mobile, it would have had its huge appearance and intimidation, but I'm not comfortable waiting in silence, or I don't feel very comfortable wearing a mace or shield in my hand.

But fortunately, such a boring time soon came to an end.

"Hey, you're here."

The big one with a brilliant red glow sways with joy.

The eyes of Gardan, shining like a lamp, captured two figures rushing like a disease from across a dark night lane.

Is the shadow a new kind of light fire (torch) or it involves a large ball of light that jumps, and even with a little distance, it was not difficult to find it.

Now the distance to each other is approaching a few dozen meters, even the nocturnally ineffective can recognize themselves, all the more so with the eyes of Gardan, who has some dark vision.

"I don't know where one day, but anyone, come on, Gardan, the strongest golem to be this Sparda's strongest knight, will deal with you, call me -"

Gardan, who shivers his vocal organs (speakers) with maximum voice to raise his name, but sensibly perceives signs of attack before he completes the dialogue, and erects a great shield (tower shield) in a daze,

"Duh, duh, duh, duh!?

The moment I tried to set it up, an enemy attack slapped a strong steel body.

But Gardan doesn't fall.

I don't know what kind of magic or weapon the attack I was subjected to, but I found out that countless things like small, hard grains were shot in.

And that attack doesn't make it possible to pierce or crush your own flesh.

"Teme! Don't attack me while people are making a name for themselves!!

From a heavily reclined position, he flies such an anger while stepping back on his feet.

At that time, the two figures had already stuffed up to a distance where their faces could be confirmed.

If you look, the opponent is a pair of two men and women of a race that seems human, no, if you look closely, the sphere of light that I thought was a new breed of light (torch) that jumps is apparently a little girl.

The man revealed his face with black and red different eyes on his dark hair in armor, the other a witch-look woman you rarely see these days, both races are human.

From this point of view, it would appear to be a balanced combination of an avant-garde who uses martial arts and a rear guard who uses magic, but the presence of this young girl in a piece makes no sense at all.

Gardan with a hatena mark on his head in anger, making a one-off decision that I'm sure it's a family party with kids, and taking a battlefield stance.

"You're harder than I thought."

"You're a natural Heavy Knight."

"You look like a pain in the ass."

Before a full-fledged Gardan, Gardan is cleansed by a threesome of swallowing sentiments.

"Wow! You're not ignoring people's attention!! What are parents and children talking to each other!!

Gardan wielding a mace and screaming.

But only a voice finished screaming trees spirited into the mountain forest, and later only the silence of the night remained.

After a few seconds of silence,

"I see, you don't even look that way."

"Oh, Mr. Chrono, could that be me?"

"Ahhh! No, Fiona, I won't forgive you if I say any more, I'll forgive you for the wake-up potion, but I won't forgive you just that!!

Apparently, it was revealed that the man's name was Chrono and the witch's name was Fiona, but it didn't matter to Gardan, rather there couldn't have been room for him to burn in anger and remember that, even though he couldn't have been left with a poor memory head.

"Heh, heh, you're kidding! Fuck you, you jerk!!

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry..."

But at the next moment, a clear reaction came back from Chrono, the armored man, while at the same time realizing that an unfamiliar weapon was being held in his hand at some point.

At first glance it looks like a crossbow (bowgun), but there are no stringing bow parts, just two hollow iron cylinders lined up.

Based on its shape, I suspect that it is a magic device (magic item) that even flies out of the cylinder with attack magic.

(Ha, how do you think you can do this to me with a toy like that!

There was no special vigilance.

"- Let me just go through"

Immediately afterwards, you will regret the insult.

Buzz!

It was still attack magic that was emitted over the barrel by blowing the explosion that

But I can't tell if that's flame or thunder, I can't tell the attributes, just something hard hits my torso,

"Guuuuuuuuuu!!

If you noticed, your bragging giant body was blowing up.

Gardan, who fell on his back making a gushing noise on the bridge, accidentally nearly let go of Mace and his shield, but somehow endures.

(Hey, what's that... my steel body...)

If you look, your iron breastplate would be more accurate with a circular crack running as if it had been slapped with a thoughtful hammer, no, nailed in with a hammer.

As a Golem pedigree trait, I never feel pain like a human being, but I feel a feeling similar to a strong paralysis indicating that my own flesh has suffered clear damage.

(Damn, he's a little silly, if he eats a bunch of shots, even I'll smash his body)

But it's not fatal.

Gardan thinks that an attack that exerts so much power, so many times it won't be usable, and excites him that his victory is still unshakeable.

"Ha, ha, ha! That worked pretty well now, Ningen!! But how dare you take me down to this extent?

As I got up on the bridge screaming, the three people who were supposed to be there were neglecting to disappear.

"Where the hell have you been?!?

I can't see anywhere looking left or right, it's as if they were illusions.

Gardan, who felt turned into a fox monster that dealt with illusion more than in ancient times, noticed that his vision was glowing above his pretense.

"He said he's flying. Ooh!!

If I looked up, I could see a girl spreading two pairs of wings shining in rainbow, flying over her head slowly in charge of an armored man and a witch.

It would have been really easy if the species had been revealed, but it couldn't have been Gardan to predict.

(What is he, that kid from earlier? A fairy? I've never heard of such a deadbeat fairy, no, why is it growing all of a sudden more than that? -)

With the unexpected actions of his opponent and the unreachable sky, Gardan can only have a stark view of the three men who go in the sky.

But that alarm was deadly, Gardan shouldn't have lost sight of the fact that his opponent has a witch, that is, someone who can use magic to attack at a distance at this time.

"Flame Spear (Ignis Chris Sagitta)"

It was all too late when Gardin sensed the intentions of Fiona, the witch, who had a long wand (staff) overhead.

What was imminent was a tornado of flames burning bright red, whereas Gardan could only set up a great shield (tower shield) aggressively.

With the scorching storm created by the witch blowing away, only sturdy is the handle Gardan manages to endure.

Literally an iron golem with an iron wall defense, which also blessed his abilities, Gardan managed to endure this way even if he was subjected to advanced lines of attack magic for about a shot.

However, even though it is sturdy, a bridge made only of pruned wood and rope cannot be swallowed by this whirlpool of flames to maintain its function as a bridge.

In short, it fell.

"Ah."

The rope supporting the bridge burned out lightly, leaving Gardan between moments when he leaked some dumb voice and experienced a fuzzy floating sensation.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

He fell upside down into the ravine with the remains of a burning bridge.

I'm sure it looked like a sinner going to hell to the threesome looking at it like that from above.

With the first red eye, Gardan disappeared to be swallowed straight into the dark gorge, staring at the light of a fairy shining like a star in the night sky.